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…As you can see here, Liam’s feet seem to be a bit leaner than some of the other guys’ feet, but what he lacks in meatiness he makes up for in what I’d refer to as elegance or at least like well-keptness. The nails are trimmed, the toes aren’t stubby, He’s showing us arched as well as mostly relaxed. I’d love to bury my face in the arches but would also be so happy to just gnaw on the outstep of that foot for as long as he’d let me…
Make sure to come back tomorrow for another review from TTRPG_feet1. See you next time.
Robbie took his chai latte from the P.A. and looked at them, narrowing his eyes. He recognized them…he was sure of it. “Do you need something else, Mister Daymond?” The guy asked, holding the tray of other coffees and teas.
“Oh, you can call me Robbie, man.” Robbie smiled. “No, I just guess you just looked familiar…can’t place it. Sorry”
“Oh. Don’t worry about it, Robbie.” He said Robbie's name with an intentional familiarity like saying ‘I did it! Please be pleased’.
“Yeah, man, I never got your name, I’m sorry. Lots of new bodies, I guess, for the new campaign.” Robbie chuckled.
“Ryan.” The guy smiled.
“Pleasure to meet you, Ryan.”
“Pleasure’s all mine, Robbie.” He winked very stage-like and obviously. “I'd better get the others their coffees and stuff, though. If you need anything. Give me a holler.” And Ryan was gone.
His presence was replaced a moment later by Taliesin with his own coffee, looking between him and Ryan, puzzled.
“What’s up with you and the new guy? Did we hire your ex or something by accident?” He asked, taking a sip.
“I dunno, uh… It’s kinda weird if I explain it.”
“You’re talking to me. ‘Weird’ won’t even phase me.”
Robbie awkwardly bounced on the balls of his feet and looked around awkwardly, making sure that he was far enough away so that Ryan couldn’t hear him. “Uh… you ever heard of TTRPG_Feet1?”
Taliesin did a double-take.
“Look, sometimes I get, y’know… curious about the fanbase!” Robbie explained. “And I did some… research and found a guy from another guy and all of a sudden I’ve got someone that sounds exactly like him rating how my feet look!”
“Is it his voice or his face?” Taliesin asked, now craning his neck at the new P.A.’s slowly retreating form.
“Voice, voice. I can imagine putting your face on an account like that would be begging for some prick to doxx you and get fired.” Robbie said. He took a sip and continued. “It wouldn’t bug me if it were true, it’s just like… I gotta know… just to be sure!” He added quickly, like he was apologizing.
Taliesin would be lying if he hadn’t also made him morbidly curious. So he broke into a small run after him, trying his best not to make it look suspicious. “Hey! You! I got a question!”
“Oh, what’s that?” Ryan had his phone out, probably checking a text.
“No, wait. Not a question, uh…” Taliesin racked his brain for something that sounded casual enough not to sound like forced small talk. “Pretty sure that Aabria just changed her mind about her order. She wanted an affogato Frappuccino instead of an orange mocha. Did we get that change in time? It’s not a big deal if you didn’t.”
“Hold on, lemme check.” He tapped out of his messages and looked through the still remaining coffee orders. Before his screen totally blinked out, Taliesin saw… it as his wallpaper. That one photo op they did at a party they threw for Matt, all wearing the Hozier shirts Sam had been joking about. Notably, it was one of the only photos online where his and Alex’s bare feet were on full display.
“Yep, I think I just got it!” Ryan said, shocking Taliesin out of his realization. “Thanks for reminding me.”
The P.A. went on his way, and Taliesin went back to Robbie, the whole time mumbling to himself. “God damn it, you’re right.”
Following the last pre-production meeting for campaign 4, it was decided that they’d go out for a boys' night and girls' night separately to bond with the new cast members.
The girls went out to a nearby spa (lucky) while the boys went to a bit of a boozy minigolf place that was designed for people who religiously applied mustache wax and wore suspenders. Sure, the millennial days had long passed, but some of the businesses were strong enough to remain because LA was full of competitive people and drinkers. Combine the two and it’s a gold mine.
Matt was up to swing and took his time, lining up a shot mentally as Travis sat on the bench with Robbie.
“You okay, Daymond? As CEO, I feel it’s my duty to check on why you’ve been acting all fucking weird today. Is something up, or is being here for a new campaign just a bit overwhelming for you?”
“It’s nothing, man, just uh…yeah, it’s the new campaign.” He shrugged, accidentally catching Taliesin’s eye, who just mouthed ‘LIAR’ at him playfully. Robbie, in turn, winced slightly.
“Robbie, it’s okay if something’s up. We’re at this godforsaken excuse for a ‘sports fun zone’ to bond. Can’t do that if you’re not being honest about your feelings.
“It’s really not that big. I think I’m just hyperfixating on a confusing situation.”
“Confusing how?” Travis asked, head slightly quirking.
“Oh, nothing. The new guy’s just a little familiar to him, so to speak.” Taliesin said.
Matt came back after a semi-successful putt, “Familiar? I mean, we all worked with Alex before.”
“Not that new guy,” Robbie replied indignantly.
“Oh…which one?” Matt looked more confused.
Brennan, after swinging and getting a hole-in-one through the windmill, plopped next to Robbie. “Your turn, Daymond.” Then he realized something was happening. “What did I miss? Not my shot, obviously, but um…” He trailed off. “Did someone die, and I’m being an accidental asshole?”
“No…No, nothing like that. I think this is all being blown way out of proportion.” Robbie chuckled.
“Then why don’t you just say what’s up? We’re here for you.” Luis nodded, his tone the same as someone assuring a friend it was safe to ‘come out’.
“God, this is awkward with all of you just staring at me. Um…So-” Robbie let out a nervous laugh that was almost squeaky.
Taliesin’s face was buried beneath his hand as he sighed. A bit louder than he intended, he said, “The new P.A. wants Robbie’s feet all over his face. Potentially.”
“No! I mean not exactly…” Robbie stumbled, working the tip of his putter handle like it would hold the answers. “I think he’s behind TTRPG_Feet1 on instagram.”
“Excuse me, what?” Brennan rasped. “What’s TTRPG_Feet1?”
“An account that reviews pictures and videos of our feet from a foot fetish perspective.” Liam explained easily. Everyone looked at him as if he’d spoken Greek. “Hey I like to connect with the fandom. All aspects, not just the artists.”
After a confused silence as the guys all took that in, Sam let out a hum. “Yeah…okay, so I think we’re all on the same page now, right?”
Robbie’s eyes narrowed at him. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“It’s simple.” Liam started, putting his ball up the hill and into the windmill. “You need to be a honeypot.”
“What in God’s name is a fucking honeypot?” Robbie asked flatly.
“The main gist of it is that you’re trying to get him to admit it without demanding he admits it. Play it cool, play into what he likes. Don’t make it obvious, and you’ll be fine. If you want him to admit it, you can’t force it onto him, especially if the only reason you’re doing it is to make sure you’re right.” Tal rattled off easily. “You got that?”
Robbie nodded, a newfound sense of confidence filling up. “Alright. Let’s set this plan into motion.”
With a gift certificate in his email from Groupon from Travis, Robbie got a pedicure. Heel smoothing, moisturizing, dead skin removal and buffing, Nail trims, clear coat, the works. Heading into production week for the new intro credits and photoshoot, the plan would go into action.
Attempt #1:
In a tight costume that had a corset-style cinching top, Robbie made sure to ‘forget’ to tie his shoes first. So, finding Ryan, he asked him for his help. Confused and playfully exasperated, Ryan helped, and that was over as quickly as it started. Clearly, that wasn’t honey or pot enough…
Attempt #2:
Robbie slipped off his loafers, letting his bare feet breathe in his dressing room. He put his feet up on the table between him and the door, crossing his bare feet at the ankles before paging Ryan on his walkie.
A few seconds later, Ryan entered, eyes falling onto Robbie’s feet. It seemed like maybe…just maybe he could get him here because nobody would stare at his feet like that for that long if they weren’t into them…unless they were super not into them…huh…
“Robbie? You called?” Ryan asked, a bit unfocused.
“Uh…yeah…I’m sorry, I think it slipped my mind. You could sit down if you want while I try to recall…” He shrugged. The plan was precision-perfect; he’d removed any other chairs other than the one set right in front of his feet.
So when Ryan grabbed that chair and pulled it to the side, Robbie realized he should’ve kept the heavier chair rather than that one…
“I remember.” He said through a voice-cracking smile. “Could you bring this to Travis for me?” His eyes quickly scanned his table, only to pick up a quarter.
“A quarter?”
“Yes…”
“If you’re sure.”
“I a-” Then something clicked. “Actually, these too.” Robbie bent down and picked up his trusty black leather loafers, holding them out. ‘Bingo. ’
“Your shoes? Isn’t Travis like size 13? These won’t fit.”
“Oh, you know all our shoe sizes?” Robbie asked, kind of proud of himself.
“No…not all…I just know because um…Travis asked me to run out and grab him a new pair of dress shoes for the shoot, and I had to know.”
“Ah…gotcha. PA life, eh?” DAMMIT.
“Yeah, so um…” Ryan started, tentatively taking the loafers. “You still want him to have these?”
“Yes…” He was realizing he hadn’t thought this through fully.
“He wanted to see them for um…to see if he wanted to buy his own, wanted to see the features.”
“Odd. Okay.” Ryan nodded.
“Yeah…take your time taking them, though. I think he’s in a meeting. Do you mind holding onto them until he’s ready?”
“Sure…I don’t see why not.”
“Thank you, Ryan. You’re the best.” Robbie smiled and waved as Ryan left, only to huff and text Travis that he would be receiving his shoes and to act like he knew they were coming. Another inconclusive test…He had to go harder. More honey-er…more pot…-er?
Attempt 3:
Robbie knew that a glance at his soles wouldn’t confirm anything…he needed to get the guy to slip up. So here it was. Seeing that Ryan was coming through a reflection, he tossed himself to the ground, thank god for that training session with a stunt performer for that unaired All Work No Play episode he guested on.
“Fuck!” He grunted and pulled his knee up to grab at his own ankle, hissing and hawing. Ryan hurried in.
“Robbie, are you okay?” He asked, kneeling next to him.
“Y-yeah. Just…I think I twisted my ankle or something. It really hurts, man.” He groaned.
“Okay, I’ll get you some ice or something,” Ryan said, highly focused.
“No, just um, first, can you help me out of this shoe and kinda check if it’s swollen?”
“Are you sure?” Ryan asked, and Robbie had to persevere in this act and not celebrate the win prematurely.
“Yeah, man. I know most people aren’t super stoked to touch feet, but please could you pull my foot out and give it a squeeze or something? I need to know if it’s broken.”
“Broken?” Ryan sat back on his heels. “I’ll get the set medic.” He said and hurried off, leaving a grumpy and no longer hissing Robbie in his wake.
“Fucking hell…”
The next day, Robbie sent a text to his seven “co-conspirators” in his plan.
[Txt;] Hey, so if it’s cool with you guys, you mind helping me out?
My feet alone aren’t working.
And so the rest of the group tried their hand at getting Ryan to crack. It was Sam’s idea that he and Liam would do yoga. He rationalized that one of their most foot-focused moments was that whole “goat yoga” thing they tried once. So in the greenroom, he and Liam rolled out mats and went to work at just the time that Ryan would be walking in. To their dismay, he walked around them and went on his way. Sam blamed it on the Lycra shorts he was wearing, distracting him from the real prize.
Travis called Ryan in for a meeting, going over his recent projects and some new duties. Ryan was dutifully taking down notes, focused like the good employee he was. “Thank you so much, Mr. Willingham. I have really enjoyed my time working here so far.”
“Of course, Ryan. I will say everyone in the studio has had good things to say about your work ethic and creative proactivity.”
“That’s really nice to hear, sir.” Ryan beamed, blushing enough to glow.
“I agree…I was thinking…you deserve a bit of a reward…” He grunted, wriggling in his seat, only to sit back and lift his feet, resting them on his desk in front of Ryan. He was hoping that maybe, who knows, Ryan would be so enamored by his feet he’d dive across the desk to lick them or whatever, but no…he just sat there now devoid of color this time. “Is everything okay, son? You seem like you’ve seen a ghost.” Hook meet line…and then meet…sinker?
“It’s…you just said reward, then tossed your dogs up on your desk, Mister Willingham.”
“Oh, you put off by them? I can put them back down. I just like to get my feet up this time of day, I guess.”
“You mean that was just some odd timing? You’re not making a joke about your feet being my reward?”
“How silly, no, not the intention. Why, you into that or something?” He asked, no judgment in his voice.
“I don’t think that’s…what’s the reward?”
DAMMIT! So close… “No, I was thinking you could get a few extra PTO days, like four or five.”
“Oh, that’s…that’s very kind of you, sir,” Ryan said, still looking at his feet out of the side of his eyes, but Travis could tell, and he wriggled his toes in response. It was like he was about to admit his kink, but then Ryan’s walkie burst to life, calling him away. “I should go. Thank you, sir!” He said, leaving in quite a hurry.
Matt waited until he knew that Ryan was on his way to his office, slipped off his slippers to reveal his impossibly soft feet. He rolled his jeans up a bit to ensure they’d properly frame his ankles and bent over, soles facing the sky as he rummaged under one of the seats in his mini room. When the door opened, he sighed theatrically.
“Mister Mercer?” Ryan’s voice called out until he walked around the room to spot Matt’s lower half, feet exposed and vulnerable.
“Ryan?” Matt called out with a slight vocal crack. “I could use some help getting out of here.”
“You’re stuck? Should I get some help to move the chair? It looks heavy…”
“No. No need. Just take hold of my feet and hold them still, will you? I need the leverage and don’t want to kick over any maps being made.”
“Uh…okay. You sure you don’t want me to grab your ankles?”
“No, if you could, like, grab my feet right in the middle so I can use it to twist back out. I kinda…it’s embarrassing, but I got a bit too curious for my own good and now…you get it.”
“Okay…yeah,” Ryan said with a mutter and tentatively, almost reverently, grabbed Matt’s feet. Matt, however, from his hiding place smirked, now just to see if…huh…what was step two? He sighed and twisted, faking some grunts as he slithered back out from under the chair.
He'd swear, if asked, that Ryan was leaning down to his feet and stood back up straight when Matt’s head emerged, but he had no proof. With a grunt, he took Ryan’s offered hand and removed his feet to help him up.
“Thanks. You’re a real lifesaver.”
“It’s no big deal…” Ryan shrugged.
“Well, if there’s anything you want or need, let me know.”
“Yeah, for sure…” Ryan said, one eyebrow quirked.
“Anything,” Matt said a bit more seriously.
“Okay…” Ryan leaned in, a bit conspiratorily. Matt’s heart beat faster as he thought he’d finally gotten him, then, “Can I see the Essek mini in person?”
Looking profoundly let down, Matt nodded. “Yeah…sure…over here.”
Perhaps subtlety was the way to go here. And that was the approach that Taliesin and Luis went with when they were at the table with Alex, Laura, and Ashley. They’d figured out that Ryan would help with camera ops during filming, so they’d give him a show only he would be able to cotton on to.
It started off gently with Luis slowly sliding his foot in and out of his shoe. Taliesin rested his shoe on top of Luis’s foot and slowly rubbed up and down its top. He slipped off his shoe and kept going, all while Luis pressed and kicked against his. All was going well until Taliesin accidentally bumped into Laura’s shin.
“What the hell are you two doing?” Laura asked, looking under the table.
Luis panicked and kicked, slamming Taliesin’s foot into the table and launching his shoe across the floor. Taliesin yelped and bumped half the drinks on their side.
“I had an ITCH, okay?!” Luis shouted. The entire table burst into laughter, with nobody else the wiser about what was going on. Just another funny moment that’d get clipped and Ryan would probably chuckle at on TikTok a few weeks on. Of course, it was yet another failure, and at this point Robbie was getting desperate. He had to bring out the big guns or he’d never know for sure.
And the biggest gun he could think of came in the form of Travis sending a text notif to him and only him about a P.A. meeting.
Here’s the thing, though. That was a ruse! The boys had scripted a ‘strip poker’ game, their socks and shoes all tossed onto the side of the table, their feet all up, ankles crossed, looking at Ryan as he entered, Matt and Liam both forgetting whose turn it was to bet and freezing mid, toss of some chips into the pot.
“What’s going on? Where’s the PA meeting?” Ryan asked, clearly holding in some frustration.
“PA Meeting? It’s poker night…” Brennan shrugged, wiggling his toes.
“Mister Willingham sent me a text saying there was a PA meeting happening today.”
“Did I? I must have mistyped the date…”
“You have to be kidding me.” Ryan groaned.
Sam piped up, “You’re free to stick around and hang out with us. We all lost our shoes and socks. Sadly, the only free chair is right next to the pile…” He took a sharp breath in through his teeth.
Sadly, this seemed to be the moment Ryan caught on. “Respectfully, you have to be fucking kidding me…”
Robbie looked like a deer in headlights. “What do you…mean?” His toes wiggled subconsciously.
“Is this because I run a fan account about all your fucking feet? All the attempts to entrap me into going after your feet?”
“I wouldn’t say entrapment…” Travis muttered.
“Yeah!” Sam shrugged. “It was more of a ‘honeypot’ situation.”
“You are all professionals, or at least I thought you were.” He shook his head in disbelief. “If you wanted to know, you could have asked me outside of work at any point, but no, you all try to get me to have an HR violation? This is my job! No matter how much I wanted to enjoy the shows you guys gave me of your feet, I am at work. It’s really upsetting that you all turned this into some group shaming ritual or something. If this is your idea of a game, keep me the fuck out of it. Respectfully.” He shook his head, grabbed his jacket, and stormed out of the studio.
The door slammed shut. All seven of them sat in uncomfortable silence, pulling their feet down from the table and putting their socks back on.
“Well, gang,” Brennan began as he slipped back on his Timbs. “I apologize for Ryan’s incoming two-week notice.”
“No, this was on me. I fucked up.” Robbie said. “I just was morbidly curious, is all, I wasn’t trying to make him feel like I was coming on to him, or trying to creep on him or try to get him in trouble, or make fun of him or-or-or…”
Words escaped him as he groaned and rested his head in his hands. “I fucked up hard. Poor guy. He probably feels like shit now.”
A hand rubbed his back, and he looked up. It was Taliesin, looking just as guilty.
“I mean, I did sort of add fuel to the fire, didn’t I? Egged everyone on when it could have been just us thinking about it.” Taleisin said. “The least we can do is try to make it up to him.”
“How?”
“He did say to bring it up with him outside work…”
Days later, Ryan was sitting in his apartment, having posted a hiatus on his socials for foot review content for ‘personal reasons’. He swiped through his various streamers, unsure of what to watch when his phone dinged, his foot account received a DM from a verified user…
Pulling it up, he saw Matt Mercer’s account had sent him a DM. In it was an address, a date (tomorrow), and a time. He looked at it, then the ellipses gave way to a follow-up,
MattmercerVO (right?): Ryan. The guys and I are all really sorry about what we’ve done and want to make it up to you. That address is my house, and we all want to talk to you and apologize for our actions outside of work. We don’t want you to feel judged in any way. Promise. Come hungry. There’s gonna be a buffet.😉
Ryan stared at it and decided to go for a run to let off some steam and hopefully come back to an answer.
Once he had, Ryan grabbed his phone, found the message, and simply gave it a thumbs up, tossing his phone away to go shower.
The next day, Ryan showed up, nicely dressed out of habit when going to your boss’s house. Sure, this was him going to a sort of apology intervention because his attempt at hiding his identity as a foot fetishist with a special interest in this group’s feet didn’t go as planned. It took apparently one or two days maximum for them to find him out.
Ryan sat in his car, hands still on the steering wheel, but the car was now off as he stared at the clock. Once it reached 11:58 am, he opened his door and walked out, heading to the door. He cleared his throat and went to knock, only for it to swing open, showing Matt in a loose Hawaiian shirt, jeans, and flip-flops.
“I can tell you how happy I am that you came. Come on in.” He ushered Ryan inside and guided him to the living room, where the guys were all mingling.
“Ryan…can I…have a chat with you real quick?” Robbie asked, taking Ryan’s silent nod as approval, and they walked into the kitchen out of the main room. “I’m so sorry about all this, man. I thought I recognized your voice and stuff that first day, and obviously, I should have just asked you once we were all clocked out for the day. I know that now. I just want you to know I never did all that to embarrass you or humiliate you or whatever.” He scratched the back of his head. “Hell, I more than don’t mind you being into my feet. It’s a real boost to the old ego.” He laughed in a way that was begging Ryan to join him in it. “We don’t want you to have any shame about your interests, especially if it’s literally our feet. Sure, Twitch is foot fetish-phobic, but us guys? We aren’t.”
“If you’d let me speak my piece, too…” Taliesin walked in, still holding his drink. He swirled around the ice, trying to figure out the best way to phrase it. “I’m sort of behind the whole honeypot thing. I mean, he got me going when he got all curious, but I got it going… more. Like he said, it’s not like we’re offended, we just wanted to make sure that we weren’t going crazy.”
Ryan finally let himself smile, but he didn’t give them more than a polite chuckle.
“But really, there’s no hard feelings, okay?” Taliesin said. “Now c’mon, the rest of the guys have something for ya.”
With Robbie and Tal guiding him back to the living room, Ryan looked up to see just what they were on about. Eight guys smiled at him from the opposite side of the long dining room table and sat back, lifting their bare feet onto the various serving trays. Bare feet all nicely cared for, likely a group trip to the salon for buffing and nail trims… Ryan stepped closer slowly, only to lose the two men at his back as they joined their friends.
He saw the five serving trays laid out like a home buffet. Luis and Ify’s feet on one, Taliesin and Alex sharing one, Matt and Brennan, Liam and Sam, then Robbie slotting his feet next to Travis’s on the crowded platter.
“This is…”
“Not too much, right?” Robbie asked, nervously leaning forward.
“No…it’s way too much, but luckily…” Ryan smirked, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “You told me to come hungry for the buffet…”
“Oh, good.” Robbie sighed, relaxing back into his seat.
“Also,” Travis cleared his throat. “As CEO of the company, this is private time, nothing to do with your job. Whatever you do or don’t do today has no effect on your employment at Critical Role. This is just a bunch of embarrassed guys, and Ify, showing you how sorry we are.”
“Good to know,” Ryan said, eyeing all the pairs of feet more openly than he had the last couple of weeks. “Now…time to dive in. You’ve all been teasing me long enough.”
Ryan knelt down and grabbed Taliesin’s foot immediately, putting it in his mouth. Taliesin was startled for a moment but quickly regained composure as he felt Ryan’s tongue around his toes. What started off as gentle lapping quickly morphed into nibbling and then biting.
“Tit for tat, I get it!” Taliesin said, a bit louder than he probably should have. Ryan continued to suck down and nip, stopping only to move to the next one and continue to do more of the same. The balls of his feet were covered in hickeys by the time he moved onto Alex’s longer ones, and as Taliesin recovered, Ryan dug his fingers into Alex’s arches and massaged them.
“I’m kinda pissed off you kept me in the dark about this,” Alex said through gasps. “Is that what you guys were doing under the table?”
“Hey, I just didn’t know if you were down for bullshit paranoid footsie shenanigans,” Taliesin joked.
Ryan put his tongue to Alex’s arch, and he moaned, clutching hard onto the side of the couch cushion. “I’m down for this…”
Alex balled up his fist and bit down hard on it, trying not to make too much noise as Ryan lapped the side of his foot, tracing up the curve of his foot and bathing it in spit. Following suit with the other almost brought Alex to the edge, so he pulled off a bit earlier than intended for the spindly goth to catch his breath before he came right there.
Matt and Brennan were next. Matt’s had an almost almond tone to the pink skin while Brennan’s were a pale and deep pink confection to look at. They both seemed to not get much sun or friction on them which was deeply tantalizing along with just the fact that they were DMs who were offering their feet to him so readily.
Latching first onto Matt’s feet he grabbed both sides of one foot and looked the long-haired DM in the eyes as he ran his tongue up from the heel to the toes where he pressed his nose in and took an audible sniff of him. Ryan’s eyes rolled back in his head for a moment before he latched on, tongue first, to Matt’s big toe and began bobbing on it.
Taking a break to work on Brennan’s he sunk his teeth into the pillow ball of his foot, chewing there as he ran his tongue in sweeping swirls. Brennan gripped his chair like he was on a bucking bronco and moaned at the sensation. “Fucking hell man.” He huffed out, a wide smile on his face as he tried to find his zen state once more.
“Hey Mulligan!” Ify called over. “Stop hogging him, don’t want mine getting cold before he gets a chance at ‘em.” He smirked, waving his feet in Ryan’s direction.
“Genuinely, Ify, it’s up to him, man.” Brennan strained his way through only to collapse into a little puddle in his chair when Ryan released. Brennan’s foot, kissing the clear teeth imprints he left before waddling over on his knees to Ify.
“Getting cold? Are they hot?” He teased, reaching out only to find out they were genuinely warmer than the rest.
“Yeah man. Luis and I worked out for a couple hours while we waited in the back yard. Even wore all black shoes and socks to really cook in the flavor and turn up the heat.” He winked at Luis whose feet would also be steaming if the room was colder.
“Then no time like the present.” Ryan nodded and buried his face in the thick plush sole of Ify’s feet pressed side by side and onto his face. Ryan moaned and Ify folded his hands behind his head, highlighting his muscular arms.
“You know anyone who does like…ttrpg pits or something cause I’ve been looking for someone.” Ify chuckled, nudging Luis.
“I could give 'em a go after this and ask around after…give ‘em a good review and see how it goes…” Ryan smirked before chewing down the meaty outstep of Ify’s thick foot.
Once Ify’s foot was well and duly shewed, he moved onto Luis, who fortunately hadn’t cooled off as much as he feared. No, Luis’ earthy feet were perfectly warmed up and he ran his tongue up the entire length of his foot, savoring the taste. He went down again and chewed on the hell, his other hand going between his toes and individually massaging each one, pressing his thumb into the knuckles.
“I mean, I would love to be part of the whole pit thing if you know a guy,” Luis said. “But you’ve got to include Liam there too. He stretches more than I do…”
Ryan moved to the other foot, lapping and kneading until he had his fill.
“At long last, you finally take the bait!” Sam said dramatically as he rose his foot in the air. “But seriously, I swore we had you with the yoga…”
Liam took Sam’s foot in hand and placed it next to his. “Package deal. Hope you don’t mind.” he said in the tone of voice that knew damn well how many times his feet had been rated on the account.
And mind he did not. He took both of their big toes in his mouth and used his free hand to massage the kinks out of Liam’s other foot. Liam purred and groaned while Sam tried to hold back laughter; he was a bit more ticklish than he’d let on. He stayed strong for the most part but gasped for air when Ryan stopped to dote more on Liam. Liam was more than happy to let Ryan’s tongue bathe his feet and knead out the pinches in the balls of his feet, moaning out soft little “fuck yes oh my god”s as he leaned back in his chair.
Sam, now a little less tense watching Liam enjoy the hell out of himself, practically jammed his feet in Ryan’s face once he’d left Liam’s feet well enough alone. Though having seen how ticklish Sam had gotten, Ryan opted to only massage him, something the older man was more than happy to receive. He babbled on about how this was one of the best massages he’d ever had – in part because he hadn’t paid for it! Ryan just curtly laughed and finished off the rest of his deep tissue massage.
Finally, Ryan came to the progenitor of the whole issue. Robbie and Travis’s feet had been on a bit of a footsie thumb war as they waited, and Ryan grabbed one of each of the meaty pairs of feet and sank his thumb deep into the pillowy meat of them. He finally looked up at them both before looking directly and specifically at Robbie.
“I know this is all an apology, but I almost feel like I should thank you if it ended up here…” He smirked. “I’ve fantasized about moments like this and now…now you’re all here offering your feet to me like this? It’s greater than I could have ever imagined.”
“I mean it either way, man. We all respect you. We also just let our curiosities get the better of us more often than we’d like to admit.” Robbie nodded, only to shiver as he had his first taste of giving a first taste. He looked Ryan in the eyes, a severe focus on his face as his foot was licked by the broad end of that tongue. Sure, Ryan had a wide tongue but it was nothing in comparison to the thickness of Robbie’s soles.
“Like I’ve said in reviews. You have densely meaty feet, but now I know they have a real earthy saltiness to them…testosterone heavy and something else I can’t quite put my finger on…” Ryan said before teasingly sinking his thumb into the sole, watching as the tension in those feet give way.
As he focused on massaging those sexy feet he leaned over and rested his face on Travis’s long and wide foot. He pressed his face into it and slowly motorboated the meaty thickness of it before kissing it with some tongue slipping in.
He switched massaging to Robbie's other foot as he looked into Travis’s eyes and slithered his tongue between each toe. Each time his tongue peeked out from between them Travis let out a cough of a moan like he was stifling laughter from the ticklish sensitivity between the toes.
Rolling onto his back Ryan rested his head on the silver platter the duo’s feet had been on and lifted Robbie's heel into his mouth and chewed at it openly, earning a true and genuine moan from Robbie which surprised the man himself.
“Oh fuck…” Travis muttered as he saw it was his turn, helping his heel into that waiting mouth and throwing his head back in a blissed open mouth silence while his heel was chewed at hungrily. After he’d had his fill of that Ryan got back to his knees in front of the duo and kissed up in a corset lacing zig zag up to the toes.
Kissing the big toes of Robbie and Travis, Ryan leaned back. “This has all been fine and good, but I do have one more condition between me and forgiving you guys fully.”
“Name it,” Travis said, leaning forward.
It was another day of filming, and Ryan finished his Duties that led up to lunch break. He clocked out and headed to Travis’s office, knocking twice, once, then three times before entering. There he got to see the final condition, not like it was the first time seeing it, but every time it took his breath away.
Travis and Liam were on their stomachs on a yoga mat facing away from a chair and table as they ate their food. Their legs disappeared under the table and popped up out of the tabletop that was commissioned by a woodworking friend. Their feet were soles up, pressed instep to instep to make a plate in Travis’s case and a nice bowl in Liam’s, thanks to his deep arches.
Sitting down in the chair with the door locked, Ryan admired the lunch today. Bacon Mac and Cheese oozed all over Travis’s feet-plate while there was a crisp, fresh side salad resting in Liam’s, dripping with dressing. Scraping his fork along Travis’s soles to get some mac and cheese, he heard a giggle fit, but the feet were securely held in place aside from some wiggling.
“Thanks for Lunch…” He winked, diving in.
The End