You try to be as subtle as possible, looking at Finn's feet without making it too obvious. You notice that the soles of his feet are cream-coloured not even having a single wrinkle, and his stubby toes are really well-aligned. A slight smell emanated from his feet, but despite this it was pretty clear that he took good care of his feet. You wonder to yourself what it would feel like to touch them.
Your mind drifts off, as you imagine yourself on your knees, in front of his young beautiful feet. You think about the different ways Finn would force you to take care of them... massaging, smelling, and washing them with your puny tongue. You'd follow every command he gave you, wanting to please him in every way. The thought of becoming Finn's subservient, all-around foot slave makes a warm feeling begin to build in your stomach, along with something else beginning to stir down in your groin...
"Uhh... dude? Why are you staring at my feet?" Finn asked, confused.
Your face goes bright red, breaking the awkward silence caused by your thoughts.
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