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You knew it wasn't right to do this, but you couldn't stop yourself, or your new husband, who was on his knees at the foot of the bed next to you.
Your friend had brought her new boyfriend to your wedding, and you and your soon-to-be husband were pretty sure he was closeted as soon as you met him. You joked and jabbed at him a few times about it, watching him flush. But still, you couldn't help but notice how his broad suit jacket stretched against his big broad back or his dress pants wrapped around his thick thighs. Most of all, you kept starting at his long dress shoes, imagining his sweaty feet trapped in there. But you controlled yourself and kept it to yourself. Until your man brought up the same thing after you were all back at the hotel room getting ready for bed. You had to get up early for your dream honeymoon you were both dying to go on. You were just about to stop talking about it when there was a knock at the door. You answered together.
He was standing there in his suit, pants unzipped, huge cock hanging between his legs. His alpha presence instantly both broke of you. You both stood silent, minds instantly wiped blank of anything except drinking in the sight in your drunken stupor. After a moment he stepped into the room, zipping it up. He sat down on the large armchair in the room, dress shoes crossed on the table on top of your suit leaving a large footprint. You didn't notice.
"So you boys think I'm closeted?" he said quietly, "But that's not going to stop you from competing to lick up my sweat, right boys?"
"No sir," you and your husband said in unison. But you barely heard each other. You were both just focused on him now.
"So who wants my balls and who wants my feet? Actually, one of take the left half of me, one of you take the right. But first, put these on," he said, hurling two thongs at you. You boy complied, stripping and putting on the panties.
You fell to your knees, crawling towards him, each untying his shoes with your mouths before pulling them off, letting the hot musk from inside his shoes wash over you. He watched your cocks get rock solid in your new underwear, smiling smugly as you both turned to his feet, inhaling and chasing more of the scent you'd both become instantly addicted to from his shoes. His black socks were drenched from being trapped in his shoe all night and you both started sucking on the fabric, lapping up his sweat till their was nothing left and you pulled the socks off with your teeth. The smell intensified as his tan feet were unveiled, so pretty, so beautiful, so suckable. You both gyrated on the ground, eyes closed as you sucked and smelled his sweaty feet, moaning intermittently.
He watched, pleased as you forgot about each other to focus solely on worshipping him. Two new boys for his collection. He could tell you were onto him at the party, but he could also tell he could easily dominate you both. He watched you both squirming, desperate for him, and then tilted his head back enjoying the pleasure.
After a while he kicked you both off his feet and stood, gesturing towards his suit.
"It's a bit hot in here. Why don't you boys get me out of this suit into a bathrobe?" he said.
You complied, one of you going for his pants, the other for his suitjacket. It slid off with ease revealing his broad back bulging from his dress shirt. Your hands grazed over his thick back, rubbing the muscles, massaging him before you unbuttoned the buttons slowly, revealing a dark valley of chest hair that it took all your strength not to plunge your face into. His beefy, fuzzy stomach appeared next from under his shirt. You pulled it off completely, and he locked your head into his hairy, stinking pit. You drank up the scent and sweat greedily.
At the same time the other one was unbuckling his pants, pulling them down to reveal tan treetrunk legs and huge thighs, all covered in dark hair. Hot musk emanated off his underwear now free from the suit they'd been in all day, drawing your face in closer. He locked you in with his thighs when you were close enough.
He looked down at you both locked in his grip, lost in silent ecstacy while you drank in his musk, laughing at how easy it had been to turn you into his personal servants. Then he let go, reminding you about the bathrobe which you quickly draped over him. He walked to and then sat down on your bed, spreading himself out.
"Good boys, good boys. Now, you, pour me that last glass of your wine. And you, looks like you have a cigar over there. Looks expensive. I'll be smoking that now. Bring it over here, dog."
You both followed your commands, pouring him a drink and lighting the cigar in his mouth, serving your new master. He sat back, a King in this room with his two slaves devoted solely to his pleasure licking his balls and sucking his thick, big cock, each sucking on his nipples, sniffing his ripe pits and telling him all the ways they planned to please him from now on.
When he finally blew his load all over himself, you both crawled up and down him, licking it up out of his thick chest hair hungrily.
"Tell you what boys," he said as you cleaned him up and both nestled under his hairy pits on either side of him, "You're going to cancel your flights. I've got a new honeymoon planned for you. You'll spend the week here, with me, sucking my cock and drinking up my cum and submitting to my alpha presence, worshipping me however I want or you can imagine. Sound good?"
"Yes, sir," you both replied.
