Kyle starts to wash himself, after putting you down on the shower floor. He wash his hair, face, and chest before he speaks to you again.
“Wash my feet slave,” he orders you.
Slowly you approach the gigantic feet belonging to the tall sadistic teen that are holding you prison. You almost throw up when you feel a wave of the stinky smell they secrete. Every cell in your whole body is telling you not to go along with this, but you know that if you would refuse, you will most likely end your days under one of those smelly feet.
You start rubbing them trying not to vomit all over them. Kyle forces you to continue until every inch of his feet are shiningly clean, even making you rub between his toes.
“Well done slave.” He lifts you up. “You’re not done, if that’s what you thought, though.” Kyle starts stroking his enormous cock until it starts to stiffen. He then puts you down on it. You’re sitting on it the same way someone sits on a horse. “This part is important to wash.”
You understand where his going, and in despair you start rubbing his manhood. Kyle moans as his dick grows bigger and bigger, making it harder for you to sit on it.
“Ok, that’s enough slave.” Kyle turns the water off and picks you up with his other hand. “Now look what you have done. I’m fucking rock hard. I can’t walk around with an huge erection can I. We have to do something about this.”
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