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I had a stupid idea for a foot fetish story again, and posted in my discord if anyone was interested. :iconneverb0rn: snatched that shit up SO FAST! Enjoy yet another foot fetish story. This isn't really helping me, is it? I don't have a foot fetish, I swear. It's MUSK!

As always: share with your friends, drop a fav, leave a comment

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62097128/", "writing": "Coming off a sweaty workout session, Barty plans to have Puro, his subby good boy editor, clean him up since he loves musk so much, especially from his feet. But fitzjolt has other plans and summons some random HUMAN instead. A human?! Fine. We can roll with this.\n\nI had a stupid idea for a foot fetish story again, and posted in my discord if anyone was interested. :iconneverb0rn: snatched that shit up SO FAST! Enjoy yet another foot fetish story. This isn't really helping me, is it? I don't have a foot fetish, I swear. 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Sure, he could easily snap his fingers, and he’d be instantly washed and dried, dressed in a fluffy bathrobe. However, he was feeling particularly lazy today. A thought crossed his mind. [i]Puro would be more than willing to lick my sweaty body dry, especially my feet.[/i] Leaning back and turning toward the empty chair that he reserved for his surprise summonings or guests, he closed his eyes and thought about his subby little editor in the basement.\n\nHow his tongue would glaze his beans with his goo.\n\nPuro’s cute little moans as he savored Barty’s potent palate on his pads.\n\nHeck, he might even invite Shifty and Itorian to the party. They’d love to tease him as well.\n\nBarty snapped his fingers.\n\nA body slammed into the chair. “WHAT?!”\n\n[i]Wait…[/i] Barty opened his eyes. That wasn’t Puro. That wasn’t his adorable good boy. \n\nWho was this human? A HUMAN in his realm?! [i]What shit are you playing at, fitzjolt?[/i] He silently cursed his creator, knowing there was some reason Puro wasn’t summoned to meet his whims.\n\n“What am I doing here?! WHO ARE YOU?!” Some scrawny ass white boy sat in his guest chair, looking horribly distraught. His brown eyes were wide with worry. He had never seen this forest green office before, nor the anthro otter before him in heavily used gym wear! \n\nBarty had to admit, it was nice to have someone fresh in the Realm. As fun as it was to tease Puro all the time, or get lewd with Shifty, or have Itorian mess with their heads with his psychic antics, this was fresh meat. “Greetings, boy.” Barty donned a tone of dominance and authority. It wouldn’t last long anyway. Not for what he had planned. “You have been summoned for a great purpose.” He stood from behind his desk and slowly strode around it. \n\n“Oh god, I died.” The human hesitated. “I died, didn’t I?!” He clapped his hands to his head. “I died and you’re the god that is gonna send me to another world or something!” He fell out of the chair and curled into a ball, thinking that everything he knew was a lie. Black was white! Up was down! Short was long! Everything he thought was so important didn’t matter anymore! Was water even wet?!\n\n“No, no, nothing as boorish as that.” Barty didn’t know if he could keep this up. He wanted to get to the lewd shit. He had such little patience for the buildup. “All you need to do is look into my eyes.” He sat in the now-vacant guest chair and gazed at the human at his feet. [i]Right where you’ll be soon enough.\n[/i]\n“What?” The human uncoiled a bit. “I don’t even know your name, dude.” \n\n“As far as you’re concerned,” Barty grabbed him by the shoulders and brought him closer, “my name is master.” He blinked once, and his eyes filled with a galaxy colored hypnotic spiral. Hues of purple, blue, magenta, and black, as mysterious and yet beautiful as space itself, made up Barty’s caring eyes. “And you are my pawslut. That is your name until I’m done with you.”\n\n“What?” The human asked in sheer confusion. “That makes noooooo….” It was too late. He caught only the smallest glimpse of Barty’s eyes. That was all it took. Pawslut started to drool, his gaze comprised of hypno-swirl-filled eyes and a wide open mouth, his body limp. Pawslut was under Barty’s control.\n\n“Good Pawslut~” Barty cooed. [i]All those hypno lessons from Shifty are paying off.[/i] “Now, you listen to me, your master.” Pawslut nodded vacantly. “Master’s body is very sweaty, especially his feet. Hyperhydrosis is a bitch. I bet you would like to lick Master’s beans clean, wouldn’t you?” Pawslut nodded. “Good boy.” Barty snapped his fingers, and a collar appeared in his hand. “You’ll be needing this now,” supporting Pawslut with his knees, he latched the collar around the boy’s neck, his short, trimmed black beard amplified by the accessory’s red color. “A constant [i]reminder [/i]that you [i]belong to me[/i].” Now, when I snap my fingers, you will tend to my every whim, Pawslut.” Pawslut nodded. “Very good.”\n\nBarty snapped both hands.\n\n“Master!” Pawslut exclaimed. “Your paws are all sweaty!” His brown eyes went wide with joy. “Please, allow me to help.” Pawslut fell to his hands and knees, his nose only inches away from Barty’s footpaws. “May I, Master?”\n\n“Only if you beg, Pawslut.” Barty chuckled, knowing he would do just that.\n\n“Oh, please, Master Barty! Allow me to clean your feet with my tongue. I would be honored to taste your sweat as I cleanse them!” He took a deep whiff of the potent, sweaty toebeans that hopefully awaited him, how he longed for them. They smelled of finely aged Parmesan, so tangy and funky. He bet they tasted the same way.\n\n“Very well, Pawslut.” Barty leaned back. “You may.”\n\nInstantly, Pawslut dove in. His tongue was not disappointed as it grazed the rough texture of Barty’s beans. Not quite like sandpaper, but more like a leather jacket that has been through so much action that you can see little flakes of it starting to come up from the surface. And yet, underneath that rough upper layer, it was soft and firm. Pawslut’s flexible, short tongue explored every inch of Barty’s right metatarsal pawpad, the biggest bean. On top, on the bottom, all around it, every bead of sweat from his unexpected workout was quickly wicked away by the moist tongue. \n\nPawslut didn’t waste a second. Even the fur around the beans got some attention; there was plenty of flavor to be had there, too. Gently licking and sucking at Barty’s dense hairs, all the taste he had to offer was pulled into his mouth and properly savored. His clothes were getting hotter, his nipples harder as they poked the fabric around his torso, and a tent was slowly being pitched in his jeans.\n\n“Well, well, someone is being good.” Barty smirked, hiding the fact that his feet were his most ticklish spot. “Perhaps Pawslut deserves a reward. He snapped his fingers and, instantly, all clothes in the office were gone, leaving them both completely naked. “If you clean my feet, I’ll let you tend to my [i]particularly [/i]musky, salty, and extra-hot cock. Would you like that?”\n\nOf course, to Pawslut, there was no choice other than yes. Master got anything that Master wanted! He moved on to Master’s other footpaw, finding the right extra flavorful. [i]He must favor the right,[/i] he thought. Sure enough, as he ran his tongue around the metatarsal and in between the digital pads, the littlest beans, he found the largest pockets of sweat in the fur. Like a burst of flavor in an ocean of salt, Barty’s footpaws simply would not stop providing!\n\nBut alas, all good things must come to an end. Pawslut pulled away from Master’s feet and found them clean. Sodden with his saliva, perhaps, but thoroughly cleaned. “Good Pawslut~” Barty rewarded. He gazed at Pawslut with delight. “Looks like someone really wanted his reward. He grasped his seven-inch cock, far thicker than the average member, and stroked it a few times to fluff himself up. The veins were pulsing, eager to get to work. “I just remembered, Pawslut. There are other little pockets of sweat that you could take care of.” Barty stood, pushing Pawslut to the floor.\n\nThe rough treatment was a surprise to Pawslut, but a highly welcome one. Pawslut longed to be used, after all. But why now? The subservient boy got his answer quickly. Barty sat on his face, the light snuffed out. However, he was gifted with yet another sweaty area to clean! Barty’s furry leg pits! Right near his balls, too, so it was [i]extra [/i]musky. Pawslut silently rejoiced and started licking away, finding the flavors of this new area far more tangy than others. The flesh that resided underneath was rather bland, but that’s not what he was after. It was the fur that gave him what he longed for.\n\nSweat.\n\nThere was a pounding of feet in the stairwell. The door to the basement opened. “I KNOW THAT SMELL!” Puro barged in, his white eyes manic with desire. His sub senses were tingling from the scent. “You’re driving me CRAZY down here!” Then, the goo-wolf gasped. There was Barty, face-sitting on someone he didn’t recognize! “B… Barty!” Puro fell to his knees. “Did you… um, save any for…” He was more than accustomed to seeing Barty tease other people; it was amazing how many friends one otter could have, but the fact that he didn’t invite him to huff his feet was outright sad.\n\n“I’m sure there’s some left for you, Puppy. Pawslut here was just so eager to serve me, weren’t you?” Barty poked his surprise companion, licking his groin, and he replied with a muffled ‘uh-huh’. Puro let out a big sigh of relief and immediately started blushing.\n\n“Over here,” Barty urged. Puro did so eagerly, falling to his hands and knees, staring at the glistening beans. But before he could get a taste, Barty’s black toebeans took on his galazy colored hypnotic pattern. Puro’s white eyes were instantly filled with them. \n\n“Good boy, Puro~” Barty cooed, knowing that he fell for his trap. [i]Let’s see Shifty pull that off.[/i] “Now, lick them to your heart's content. Huff their stink, and savor your Master’s feet.”\n\n“ARF!” Puro barked. Primal instincts took over. He slathered his long, black longue over Barty’s beans, his mind so susceptible to hypnosis that he didn’t need all the treatment given to Pawslut.\n\n“And as for you, Pawslut,” Barty lifted his torso. Pawslut gasped for breath, his tongue hanging from his maw. “Tell me, Pawslut, you straight?” He nodded absent-mindedly, lost in musky bliss. “Not for long, you’re not.” Barty pulled him up from the floor and rotated him onto his belly. “Here’s your reward.” He pointed to his cock. “Now suck.”\n\nBarty hadn’t had a human suck his cock before. He wondered if his small mouth would be able to fit all of his girth inside. As Pawslut opened wide, his tongue sticking out like a runway, the moment his hot breath hit Barty’s rounded tip, he couldn’t resist. He grabbed Pawslut’s head, feeling the well-trimmed beard that connected to his side burns, the soft, short hair on his head, and plunged his cock into Pawslut’s throat. “You’re a natural, kid~ Didn’t nip me with your teeth at all.”\n\n[i]GOH.[/i] Pawslut gagged, but the pungent taste from Barty’s meatstick sent him over the moon. The hours of unexpected exercise coated it in a thick layer of sweat, not to mention that Barty had gone about three days without a shower, on TOP of all the goon sessions he had with the bois, as well as writing. Days’ worth of built-up cum and musk were sitting on Pawslut’s tongue, sending him into a sea of euphoria. It was like an all-you-can-eat buffet! He looked up at Barty with a tear in his eye from the initial shock. They locked with Barty’s, begging him to continue.\n\nSo Barty did.\n\nPawslut propped himself up on his elbows and let Barty use his mouth like a fleshlight. 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Cum oozed from his mouth and nose, his face glistened with Master's sweat. “What’ll happen to me?!”\n\n“Oh, I’ll call you when I need help again. Until then,” Barty pulled Muskslut closer. The smell of his own musk was fragrant upon him. He planted his lips on Muskslut’s, giving him a passionate goodbye, tasting his own cum. “Adios, Space Cowboy.” \n\nBarty snapped his fingers, and Muskslut vanished in a puff of smoke. \n\nBarty couldn’t help but laugh. “Adios Space Cowboy? God…” He stood and found he was wearing Vanta Black boots. “Just couldn’t get enough, could you?” Puro didn’t answer; he was in the musk zone. “Eh, I’ll leave these on for a while.” He chuckled. “See how he does after a few hours.”\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Coming off a sweaty workout session, Barty plans to have Puro, his subby good boy editor, clean him up since he loves musk so much, especially from his feet. But fitzjolt has other plans and summons some random HUMAN instead. A human?! Fine. We can roll with this.

I had a stupid idea for a foot fetish story again, and posted in my discord if anyone was interested. :iconneverb0rn: snatched that shit up SO FAST! Enjoy yet another foot fetish story. This isn't really helping me, is it? I don't have a foot fetish, I swear. It's MUSK!

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If I Musk, I Musk


Stepping back into his office through the double French doors, Barty huffed and puffed, “God, I’m out of shape.” His white undershirt was stained with sweat, and his gym shorts were clearly soaked around his groin. “How can Tynsel play that shit all day?” He was regretting his hours-long session in her VR dimension. The musclegutted author wasn’t built for such activities!

He left paw prints on the floor as he walked back to his desk, occasionally slipping and sliding on the hardwood floor. As he landed in his computer chair, finally entering the little safe space behind his desk, he felt the sweat dribble down his back. “Oh god…” He panted, feeling his heart beat a mile a minute.

One thing was for sure: he had to do something about this sodden body of his. Sure, he could easily snap his fingers, and he’d be instantly washed and dried, dressed in a fluffy bathrobe. However, he was feeling particularly lazy today. A thought crossed his mind. Puro would be more than willing to lick my sweaty body dry, especially my feet. Leaning back and turning toward the empty chair that he reserved for his surprise summonings or guests, he closed his eyes and thought about his subby little editor in the basement.

How his tongue would glaze his beans with his goo.

Puro’s cute little moans as he savored Barty’s potent palate on his pads.

Heck, he might even invite Shifty and Itorian to the party. They’d love to tease him as well.

Barty snapped his fingers.

A body slammed into the chair. “WHAT?!”

Wait… Barty opened his eyes. That wasn’t Puro. That wasn’t his adorable good boy.

Who was this human? A HUMAN in his realm?! What shit are you playing at, fitzjolt? He silently cursed his creator, knowing there was some reason Puro wasn’t summoned to meet his whims.

“What am I doing here?! WHO ARE YOU?!” Some scrawny ass white boy sat in his guest chair, looking horribly distraught. His brown eyes were wide with worry. He had never seen this forest green office before, nor the anthro otter before him in heavily used gym wear!

Barty had to admit, it was nice to have someone fresh in the Realm. As fun as it was to tease Puro all the time, or get lewd with Shifty, or have Itorian mess with their heads with his psychic antics, this was fresh meat. “Greetings, boy.” Barty donned a tone of dominance and authority. It wouldn’t last long anyway. Not for what he had planned. “You have been summoned for a great purpose.” He stood from behind his desk and slowly strode around it.

“Oh god, I died.” The human hesitated. “I died, didn’t I?!” He clapped his hands to his head. “I died and you’re the god that is gonna send me to another world or something!” He fell out of the chair and curled into a ball, thinking that everything he knew was a lie. Black was white! Up was down! Short was long! Everything he thought was so important didn’t matter anymore! Was water even wet?!

“No, no, nothing as boorish as that.” Barty didn’t know if he could keep this up. He wanted to get to the lewd shit. He had such little patience for the buildup. “All you need to do is look into my eyes.” He sat in the now-vacant guest chair and gazed at the human at his feet. Right where you’ll be soon enough.

“What?” The human uncoiled a bit. “I don’t even know your name, dude.”

“As far as you’re concerned,” Barty grabbed him by the shoulders and brought him closer, “my name is master.” He blinked once, and his eyes filled with a galaxy colored hypnotic spiral. Hues of purple, blue, magenta, and black, as mysterious and yet beautiful as space itself, made up Barty’s caring eyes. “And you are my pawslut. That is your name until I’m done with you.”

“What?” The human asked in sheer confusion. “That makes noooooo….” It was too late. He caught only the smallest glimpse of Barty’s eyes. That was all it took. Pawslut started to drool, his gaze comprised of hypno-swirl-filled eyes and a wide open mouth, his body limp. Pawslut was under Barty’s control.

“Good Pawslut~” Barty cooed. All those hypno lessons from Shifty are paying off. “Now, you listen to me, your master.” Pawslut nodded vacantly. “Master’s body is very sweaty, especially his feet. Hyperhydrosis is a bitch. I bet you would like to lick Master’s beans clean, wouldn’t you?” Pawslut nodded. “Good boy.” Barty snapped his fingers, and a collar appeared in his hand. “You’ll be needing this now,” supporting Pawslut with his knees, he latched the collar around the boy’s neck, his short, trimmed black beard amplified by the accessory’s red color. “A constant reminder that you belong to me.” Now, when I snap my fingers, you will tend to my every whim, Pawslut.” Pawslut nodded. “Very good.”

Barty snapped both hands.

“Master!” Pawslut exclaimed. “Your paws are all sweaty!” His brown eyes went wide with joy. “Please, allow me to help.” Pawslut fell to his hands and knees, his nose only inches away from Barty’s footpaws. “May I, Master?”

“Only if you beg, Pawslut.” Barty chuckled, knowing he would do just that.

“Oh, please, Master Barty! Allow me to clean your feet with my tongue. I would be honored to taste your sweat as I cleanse them!” He took a deep whiff of the potent, sweaty toebeans that hopefully awaited him, how he longed for them. They smelled of finely aged Parmesan, so tangy and funky. He bet they tasted the same way.

“Very well, Pawslut.” Barty leaned back. “You may.”

Instantly, Pawslut dove in. His tongue was not disappointed as it grazed the rough texture of Barty’s beans. Not quite like sandpaper, but more like a leather jacket that has been through so much action that you can see little flakes of it starting to come up from the surface. And yet, underneath that rough upper layer, it was soft and firm. Pawslut’s flexible, short tongue explored every inch of Barty’s right metatarsal pawpad, the biggest bean. On top, on the bottom, all around it, every bead of sweat from his unexpected workout was quickly wicked away by the moist tongue.

Pawslut didn’t waste a second. Even the fur around the beans got some attention; there was plenty of flavor to be had there, too. Gently licking and sucking at Barty’s dense hairs, all the taste he had to offer was pulled into his mouth and properly savored. His clothes were getting hotter, his nipples harder as they poked the fabric around his torso, and a tent was slowly being pitched in his jeans.

“Well, well, someone is being good.” Barty smirked, hiding the fact that his feet were his most ticklish spot. “Perhaps Pawslut deserves a reward. He snapped his fingers and, instantly, all clothes in the office were gone, leaving them both completely naked. “If you clean my feet, I’ll let you tend to my particularly musky, salty, and extra-hot cock. Would you like that?”

Of course, to Pawslut, there was no choice other than yes. Master got anything that Master wanted! He moved on to Master’s other footpaw, finding the right extra flavorful. He must favor the right, he thought. Sure enough, as he ran his tongue around the metatarsal and in between the digital pads, the littlest beans, he found the largest pockets of sweat in the fur. Like a burst of flavor in an ocean of salt, Barty’s footpaws simply would not stop providing!

But alas, all good things must come to an end. Pawslut pulled away from Master’s feet and found them clean. Sodden with his saliva, perhaps, but thoroughly cleaned. “Good Pawslut~” Barty rewarded. He gazed at Pawslut with delight. “Looks like someone really wanted his reward. He grasped his seven-inch cock, far thicker than the average member, and stroked it a few times to fluff himself up. The veins were pulsing, eager to get to work. “I just remembered, Pawslut. There are other little pockets of sweat that you could take care of.” Barty stood, pushing Pawslut to the floor.

The rough treatment was a surprise to Pawslut, but a highly welcome one. Pawslut longed to be used, after all. But why now? The subservient boy got his answer quickly. Barty sat on his face, the light snuffed out. However, he was gifted with yet another sweaty area to clean! Barty’s furry leg pits! Right near his balls, too, so it was extra musky. Pawslut silently rejoiced and started licking away, finding the flavors of this new area far more tangy than others. The flesh that resided underneath was rather bland, but that’s not what he was after. It was the fur that gave him what he longed for.

Sweat.

There was a pounding of feet in the stairwell. The door to the basement opened. “I KNOW THAT SMELL!” Puro barged in, his white eyes manic with desire. His sub senses were tingling from the scent. “You’re driving me CRAZY down here!” Then, the goo-wolf gasped. There was Barty, face-sitting on someone he didn’t recognize! “B… Barty!” Puro fell to his knees. “Did you… um, save any for…” He was more than accustomed to seeing Barty tease other people; it was amazing how many friends one otter could have, but the fact that he didn’t invite him to huff his feet was outright sad.

“I’m sure there’s some left for you, Puppy. Pawslut here was just so eager to serve me, weren’t you?” Barty poked his surprise companion, licking his groin, and he replied with a muffled ‘uh-huh’. Puro let out a big sigh of relief and immediately started blushing.

“Over here,” Barty urged. Puro did so eagerly, falling to his hands and knees, staring at the glistening beans. But before he could get a taste, Barty’s black toebeans took on his galazy colored hypnotic pattern. Puro’s white eyes were instantly filled with them.

“Good boy, Puro~” Barty cooed, knowing that he fell for his trap. Let’s see Shifty pull that off. “Now, lick them to your heart's content. Huff their stink, and savor your Master’s feet.”

“ARF!” Puro barked. Primal instincts took over. He slathered his long, black longue over Barty’s beans, his mind so susceptible to hypnosis that he didn’t need all the treatment given to Pawslut.

“And as for you, Pawslut,” Barty lifted his torso. Pawslut gasped for breath, his tongue hanging from his maw. “Tell me, Pawslut, you straight?” He nodded absent-mindedly, lost in musky bliss. “Not for long, you’re not.” Barty pulled him up from the floor and rotated him onto his belly. “Here’s your reward.” He pointed to his cock. “Now suck.”

Barty hadn’t had a human suck his cock before. He wondered if his small mouth would be able to fit all of his girth inside. As Pawslut opened wide, his tongue sticking out like a runway, the moment his hot breath hit Barty’s rounded tip, he couldn’t resist. He grabbed Pawslut’s head, feeling the well-trimmed beard that connected to his side burns, the soft, short hair on his head, and plunged his cock into Pawslut’s throat. “You’re a natural, kid~ Didn’t nip me with your teeth at all.”

GOH. Pawslut gagged, but the pungent taste from Barty’s meatstick sent him over the moon. The hours of unexpected exercise coated it in a thick layer of sweat, not to mention that Barty had gone about three days without a shower, on TOP of all the goon sessions he had with the bois, as well as writing. Days’ worth of built-up cum and musk were sitting on Pawslut’s tongue, sending him into a sea of euphoria. It was like an all-you-can-eat buffet! He looked up at Barty with a tear in his eye from the initial shock. They locked with Barty’s, begging him to continue.

So Barty did.

Pawslut propped himself up on his elbows and let Barty use his mouth like a fleshlight. Back and forth at rapid speed, the nearly two-inch thick dick stretching his mouth to the limits. Occasionally, Barty would go deeper still, ramming his noser against the furry crotch at the edge of his shaft. The musk that awaited him there was even better! Otter seed remained there, stewing and waiting to be cleansed. How he wanted to slather his tongue over it now. But if he did that, he wouldn’t get his cummies! Oh god, the cum! What would Barty’s cum taste like? His fresh cum, anyway… If days-old cum tasted this good… oh boy!

Puro was lost in a world of his own. So much so that he was not satisfied with simply licking and sucking on Barty’s toebeans anymore. He had to go further. Puro thrust himself upon Barty’s legs, splitting in two, and coated his calves with his body, forming a pair of thick, rubber boots, complete with heavy tread soles and laces. This way, Master will get even muskier and sweatier! Puro was correct. Near instantly, Barty’s feet started to sweat once more, his hyperhydrosis rearing its ugly head. Puro absorbed every drop as it spilled from Barty’s pores, relishing in the thought of such a genius plan. Such low effort, too!

“Such a,” Barty groaned, “good pawslut, aren’t you?” He doubled his efforts, speeding up how quickly he plunged Pawslut’s head up and down his cock. “But you’re not just a Pawslut, are you?” He didn’t expect an answer. “You love Master’s musk. Suppose your name will have to be Muskslut from now on.”

MUSKSLUT?! Muskslut cheered inside. The sheer amount of dopamine he was getting from being called such wonderful names and treated like this was overloading his systems. “MMHMM! MMHMM!” Muskslut agreed. He started sucking like a vacuum, only adding to Master’s pleasure.

“OH GOD!” Barty shouted. “Shit, I’m gonna cum!” He pulled Muskslut to the base of his cock. His nose was right up against Master’s pelvis now. All that residual cum there for his huffing. His loud, exaggerated sniffing only added to Barty’s pleasure.

Master’s cock throbbed in his mouth, bulging in size. Then the dam burst. Hot, sticky cum spewed from it, coating the back of his throat and sliding into his esophagus. It was so much at once, he nearly gagged. Seed was leaking from around the vacuum-tight seal Muskslut had made around Master’s cock! Some had even leaked through his nose! But he had to be a good boy. He swallowed it all, as salty and bitter as it was. Master held him there for what felt like an hour, allowing him to huff every last bit of musk that remained.

Barty pulled Muskslut from his softening cock. “Now, Muskslut, it’s time.” He snapped his fingers, and Muskslut’s clothes reappeared. “Time for you to go home. You’ve served your purpose.”

“But Master!” Muskslut cried. Cum oozed from his mouth and nose, his face glistened with Master's sweat. “What’ll happen to me?!”

“Oh, I’ll call you when I need help again. Until then,” Barty pulled Muskslut closer. The smell of his own musk was fragrant upon him. He planted his lips on Muskslut’s, giving him a passionate goodbye, tasting his own cum. “Adios, Space Cowboy.”

Barty snapped his fingers, and Muskslut vanished in a puff of smoke.

Barty couldn’t help but laugh. “Adios Space Cowboy? God…” He stood and found he was wearing Vanta Black boots. “Just couldn’t get enough, could you?” Puro didn’t answer; he was in the musk zone. “Eh, I’ll leave these on for a while.” He chuckled. “See how he does after a few hours.”



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