Firefighters in the forest 10 by FEETISHAI on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

The smoky cabin was quiet except for the crackling of the fire that had been successfully extinguished. The man, still reeling from the near-disaster, stood in front of the three firemen who had saved his home. He couldn’t believe the turn the conversation had taken.

"So," he said, nervously rubbing his hands together, "what can I offer you guys? You saved my life. Anything you want—name it."

The captain, who had an arrogant swagger from the moment he walked in, leaned against the wall with a grin that was practically dripping with cockiness. "Anything, huh?" he repeated, letting the word hang in the air. His eyes flicked to the man, sizing him up. "Alright. I’ll take a foot massage. Been on my feet all day. They could use some attention."

The man blinked, caught off guard by the request. "A foot massage?" he asked, hesitating.

The captain nodded, kicking off one of his boots with a thud. "Yeah. Get in there nice and deep. It’s been three days since I had the time to wash ‘em, so they’re extra ripe for you."

The man’s stomach flipped, but there was something about the captain’s sheer confidence that made him swallow his hesitation. He knelt down, fingers hovering near the captain’s foot as the earthy, pungent smell hit him.

But before he could start, one of the younger firemen, a muscular guy with short-cropped hair, chuckled. "You sure about just a massage, Cap? I mean, look at this guy," he said, nodding toward the man. "He seems like he’s enjoying the smell already. Maybe he’s up for more."

The man’s cheeks flushed. "Wait—what do you mean?"

The fireman smirked, nudging the captain. "I think he’s got a taste for it. Why not see if he wants to use his tongue instead?"

The captain raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the suggestion. He leaned forward slightly, looking down at the man still kneeling at his feet. "What do you say? Wanna take it up a notch? Show your gratitude the right way?"

The man froze, his heart racing. The smell of sweat and dirt filled his senses, and as insane as it sounded, something inside him stirred at the thought. He swallowed hard. "I… I don’t know why, but… I kinda want to."

A silence fell over the room as the two younger firemen exchanged glances, wide-eyed with disbelief, before grinning in amusement.

The captain’s grin only widened, now dripping with smug satisfaction. "Well, damn. You heard him, boys. He wants to."

The man leaned in, heart pounding, until his face was inches from the captain’s foot. Without thinking, he stuck out his tongue, letting it glide over the dirty, calloused skin. The taste was overwhelming—salty, grimy, intense—but something about the act felt oddly electrifying.

The captain chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying the moment. "Not bad," he said with a smirk. "But don’t hog all the attention, man. These boys worked hard too."

The second firefighter, who had been quietly observing with a smirk, kicked off his boot, holding his socked foot out toward the man. "Yeah, I wouldn’t mind some of that action either. Come on, give mine a sniff."

The man, still riding the adrenaline rush from his first daring act, hesitated for only a second before leaning toward the second fireman’s foot. The strong odor of sweat hit him instantly, even stronger than the captain’s. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling a strange mix of humiliation and excitement.

"Now that’s more like it," the fireman said, grinning. "Go ahead, get a real whiff. You’re not done yet."

The man, emboldened by the bizarre situation, pressed his nose against the fireman’s foot, breathing in the thick, musky scent. His head swam as he realized how far he’d gone, but he couldn’t stop himself.

The third firefighter, not to be left out, removed his boots as well, his grin spreading across his face. "Don’t forget about me. After all, we all helped save your house." He wiggled his toes in the man’s direction. "Let’s see if you’ve got enough in you to handle mine too."

The man, now fully caught up in the moment, moved toward the third fireman, his hands shaking as he reached for his foot. The smell was overwhelming, even more potent than the others, but he pressed his nose against it anyway, inhaling deeply.

The three firemen exchanged looks of amusement, clearly enjoying their dominance over the man who had, just moments ago, been offering them his gratitude in a very different way.

"Well, you’re full of surprises," the captain said with a laugh, pulling his boots back on. "Didn’t think we’d get this kind of hospitality out here."

The second fireman snorted. "Yeah, I could get used to this."

As the man sat back on the floor, dazed and breathless, the captain clapped him on the shoulder. "Thanks for the service, bud. But next time, maybe we stick to something more traditional, huh?"

The three firemen laughed as they headed for the door, leaving the man alone in his cabin, still reeling from the wild turn of events. The door clicked shut, and the cabin was silent once more, except for the distant rustling of leaves outside.

The man sat there for a long time, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened, still feeling the lingering scent of sweat and leather in the air.