Chad opened the door before he realized he was only wearing a towel around his waist. He was about to apologize for wearing only a towel, when he saw who was on his porch. It was Rico wearing only a pair of loose Daisy Duke cutoff jeans with absolutely nothing to hide. His leg was resting on the porch rail with his dirt caked barefoot facing Chad. His loose short-shorts revealed that Rico wasn't wearing underwear. He cock and balls hung out.
"Whatcha want, Rico?" Chad asked testily. He wanted to get back to the videos. He couldn't figure out why Rico was bothering him. They weren't friends. They barely ever spoke to each other.
Rico had a goofy grin on his face.
"Well, I guess I want you to start by licking my feet clean, and maybe you could give me a pedicure using only your teeth to trim my toenails, and swallow whatever you chew off, file them smooth using your teeth and tongue," Rico said.
Chad started to say, "You g-aaah-ah slurp, t-t-ta, slurp, be kid-slurp-ing. " Chad blinked he was on his knees on his porch licking the sole of Rico's dirty barefoot, and he didn't know why. He just obeyed each and every request that Rico made.
"When you're done with my feet, I'll let you give me a tongue bath all over, but I think I'll go inside your house for that," Rico explained.
Chad shifted on his knees, as if to move into his house.
Rico said, "Not yet. You stay here on the porch until both my feet are squeaky clean." He smirked down at Chad.
Chad nodded, and kept slurping. Rico's feet were filthy, and it was all Chad could do not to gag.
"You really love the taste of my dirty feet don't you, Chad?"
"Ar- slurp, you, slurp, cra-slurp- zy?" Chad began, but he found himself adding, "Of, slurp, course, slurp, I love the taste!"
To his horror, Chad knew he was speaking the truth.
Rico laughed. A car drove by. Chad glanced nervously over Rico's hairy leg to see if he recognized the car. He hoped they hadn't noticed him. Thankfully, Saturday mornings were usually quiet in his neighborhood. Chad spent over 15 minutes licking, chewing and swallowing toe jamb and bitten toenails before Rico decided to let Chad work on his other foot. A couple trucks rumbled by. Rico frowned. He was a bit disappointed that he hadn't seen anyone he knew drive by. Damn, why'd Chad have to live out here instead of- hm, well, Rico could have Chad do a repeat performance at school some day. He grinned.
"Okay, stop, boy. Now lie down, I don't want to get my feet dirty walking into your house."
Chad obeyed. Rico's barefoot stepped on Chad's back, the other foot slid between the towel and Chad's butt. His damp foot hooked on the towel, and took it with him, as he stepped on Chad's thigh, and through his front door. Chad was now lying naked on his front porch.
"Come, Chad!" Rico ordered.
Chad got up on his elbows and knees, looked around nervously, and crawled back into his house mooning anyone who was looking at his porch.
"Chad, you're as red a beet! You shouldn't be embarrassed being naked. Remember, you're powned," Rico said.
The website CHAD PWNED. The voice of the cameraman was Rico's.
"Now, Chad, unbutton my button fly shorts, and pull them down with your teeth. Then starting at my ankles, you're going to lick me all over. Pay attention to every nook, cranny, vein and hair because you're going to design my masquerade costume. Remember Rick's having a party tonight, and everyone is supposed to come in costume, and you're going to be mine. I thought about a singlet or Speedo, but they I remembered you have won his last three masquerade parties, so I'm going to let you dress me, as well as be worn by me," laughed Rico.
Chad was slobbering and struggling to open Rico's button fly cutoff jeans. He only managed two buttons, but that was enough to get it over Rico's hips. The shorts were down at his ankles, and Rico stepped out of them.
Dirk's singlet? Rico's singlet and/or Speedo? What else had those two done to him? He was lapping at Rico's ankles, and his mind was racing. Damn, he was memorizing every contour of Rico's hairy legs, as he worked his way up. Please don't make me lick your balls and ass, thought Chad. He daren't say it, lest Rico give him extra orders to detail those areas.
"Yeah, I can tell from the expression on your face that you're confused. So let me explain. You did something to Dirk's singlet. So now you replace it. I found out, and cut myself in on it. Of course, you don't normally remember being clothing, but since you are owned by Dirk and me, you have to obey us when you're human. So I figured if you are a conscious participant in choosing what I wear, maybe you'll remember being worn?" Rico grinned, "And like I said you won for best costume at the last 3 masquerades, so I think I'll let you decide. What do you think I should wear to Rick's party? Oh, and you just love being on my body, every moment I wear you makes you happier and happier."
Chad looked up with a gleam in his eye, he couldn't say no to Rico...
Damn, he had a feeling he'd not remember what happened until he saw the video...