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It was so easy to do by now.
Winston felt so calm, so at peace, so natural in this position - on his hands and knees with his head bowed down to where his lips were pressed to his Master’s boots. He could still taste the dusty dirt that caked the thick leather. It had no doubt been kicked up from the man’s motorcycle. The scents of cigars and apple pie, however, were a constant that clung to the cowboy’s clothes. It was a smell that had quickly become Winston’s greatest comfort. It told him that there was nothing to fear, nothing to be anxious for, nothing to worry about - no responsibilities.
Just servitude.
His thick lips puckered to press small kisses up and down the leather. With each tender act, he would let his tongue clean whatever small spot it could. His mouth was filled with the taste of dusty trails, but he didn’t mind. Shouldn’t mind, even. Winston was so inferior to his Master. He was grateful for the chance to clean and worship his mind, licking up whatever he could to make sure they were polished before he left.
Cassidy sucked in a thick burst of smoke from his cigar. It left his mustached lips in a small stream. “Head up.” The command was small, but firm - his heavy accent shortening the words and making Winston shiver. The scientist was quick to respond, slowly lifting up his head so that his eyes could watch the way his Master languidly pumped his musky erection. Winston never looked his Master in the eyes - was never allowed to unless his Master said so. That was fine. He was thankful for what he got to see. And for the praise, no matter how degrading it should have sounded. He loved it. Every word made his mind feel dumb and dull. So perfect.
“Good monkey.”
The animal shivered.
With a quiet groan, Cassidy steadied his hand at the base of his cock. The foreskin was pulled all the way back, exposing the shaft to the cool air as it throbbed, releasing several ropes of pearly seed that fell heavily against Winston’s face. It clumped his fur and stained him with its scent, and he grinned in the glory of it. A pleased hum left his Master’s lips, and it meant everything. He felt so thrilled when one of those big, powerful boots were lifted up and pressed against his face. Winston pressed back against the rubbery, dirty sole as it smeared his Master’s cum in circles against his face.
“Down, monkey. Clean up the mess.”
“Yes, Mas-...”
The heavy boot immediately moved to the top of his head. With a thud, his face was suddenly pressed down into the cold floor below. Winston shivered as his Master’s foot kept him pinned against the few strands of cum that had failed to find his face. It twisted and turned to grind him harshly against the floor. “Stupid monkeys like you don’t talk. Ever. That big brain of yours is only to serve me better. You’re still an animal.”
Winston nodded as much as he could. Heis lips pulled into a smile, grateful for the reminder. With a hum, Cassidy pushed Winston’s head back. The monkey listened. He watched with anticipation as his Master scraped the sole of his heavy boot against the floor, smearing the seed against the underside. Reclining back, he crossed one foot over the other and tilted them up until Winston could see their bottoms. “Clean it.”
With a delirious amount of heat, Winston leans forward and presses his large tongue against the rough rubber. He drags it from bottom to tip, coating his tongue in everything gathered there and swallowing it down. The animal breathed in the scent of his superior, as little as he could get. His eyes were glazed over with pure and utter adoration as he continued to polish his Master’s boots. When he received a call, he ignored it. When Cassidy used him like a footstool, he felt proud to have been found as useful as furniture. When his Master muzzled him with one of those boots, flooding his sense of smell with the stench, Winston nearly passed out from euphoria.
And after everything was said and done, he slept with his Master’s boots as a pillow as Cassidy used his body however he pleased.