Drake is barely able to concentrate and missed a few red lights changing to green on the drive, reminded only by the incessant honking of the people behind him. Drake couldn't bring himself to ask the feet to tone down the foot jobs, partially because they were so pleasurable but also he just had an URGE to accept this.
He finally got to the restaurant a little late, Ethan was already there. He waved at Drake.
"Hey, man, you good?" Ethan asked, concerned, "You look sweaty..."
Drake smiled grimly.
"Believe it or not this is the best I've ever felt." He said.
Ethan didn't notice or didn't care that the feet were continuing to pump at Drakes dick underneath his jeans. Their motion underneath his clothes was pretty obvious in the light.
They sat and talked before dinner. Ethan was chatting about his family and recent romantic conquests, but Drake couldn't focus even a little bit. His precious new feet just kept pleasuring him.
Suddenly Drake stood up and excused himself for the bathroom.
He managed to find an empty bathroom and locked the door before removing his pants. He say the feet kept rubbing him, but made a quizzical tone wiggle. They were covered in cum, as a matter of fact his underwear and pants were too.
"Listen, I really love you babes... seriously you're the best thing that ever happened to me... but I can't concentrate like this... and I really just wanted you girls to be clean. Would you like me to wash some of the cum off again?" Drake asked.
The feet wiggled in pleasure and allowed Drake to remove the bondage gear. He quickly took them off and cleaned them down. He spent minutes agonizing over every crease and curve of the feet, now becoming obsessed with them and their perfection. The feet happily wave their toes once he was finished.
"There, much better." Drake said.
He attempted to clean himself off, and just threw out his underwear.
"Now, can we work with eachother here? I just want to have a nice night with my friend." Drake begged.
The feet wiggled no and motioned for him to put them back on. Drake tried to resist but couldn't, he reasoned that he just loved them too much. He gently kissed each foot before putting his harness on.
He left he bathroom and sat down with Ethan again.
"Listem, man, I'm sorry I have to cut short. I am feeling unwell, I have to go home." Drake said, sweating as the feet continued to pump him.
Ethan nodded, "I thought something was up. Don't worry I still owe you from the thing last time, I'll pick up the tab and take the food home as leftovers. You take care, man, it was good seeing you."
Drake left, barely able to focus again, and he managed to return home safely.
The feet demanded direct worship now, not merely pumping his now dry dick. Drake couldn't help but lick, sniff and pamper the feet. He obsessed over them for hours. Finally, the did a kind of stretch yawn and Drake gently placed them on the pillow next to his as he lay down to sleep. The feet cuddle up next to his face and neck for warmth, but also for affection. They both fell asleep while Drake caressed them.
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The next morning...