Nick Jonas had never looked more like a king. Seated on the balcony of the oceanside hotel, relaxing in a chair from the room with his back to the railing as he took puff after puff of his cigar and his socked feet enjoyed the undivided attention that they deserved. “Tell me how they smell, boys” Nick instructed as he let out a mouthful of smoke. “They smell amazing” “Fantastic” “I don’t believe you…take another big whiff and tell me how they really smell” Nick redirected, forcing his subs to fill their noses until they had a better answer. “They smell like the kind of cheese I’m always afraid to buy at the store…the fancy, expensive kind that’s a bit rank, but in a kind of good way” Charlie answered, putting pressure on Shawn to match or surpass his explanation.

“That right?” Nick questioned with a raised eyebrow. “They smell sweet and sour to me…like a bit of sweat mixed with cologne or something” Shawn answered with his usual sweet eyes as he cradled Nick’s ankle. “You fellas have some good noses. You really seemed to pick up on all the little notes” Nick added with an almost mocking smirk as the pair of fellow singers continued massaging his ripe feet in hopes of satisfying him. The hunky brunette didn’t expect their answers about the smell to humor him so much but maybe it was just the surreal situation that had him riding such a high, the fact that he’d made such an unusual deal with Charlie Puth and Shawn Mendes and that they’d agreed to it. Shawn’s hands were strong and devoted, perfect for really kneading into the cotton-covered soles while Charlie’s were a bit weaker but nimble, excellent at moving just the right way to make the most out of his technique.

Nick only had on a pair of dark green swim trunks that barely covered his thick thighs and the ankle socks he’d worn with sneakers when he’d walked around town earlier that day before running into Shawn and Charlie. Charlie wore a t-shirt and shorts with slip-on Vans while Shawn sported a tank top, swim trunks, and slides, both of them coincidentally on their own vacations as well but the most of the beach they were getting at the moment was the salty ocean air blowing in through the open balcony. “Take my socks off” Nick instructed several minutes later and both pop sensations complied, grabbing the elastic edge of his dirty white Hanes socks and peeling them off with one good pull. “No, put em’ back on. You need to really appreciate the fact that I’m letting you at my bare feet” Nick demanded with a sternness to his voice that wasn’t usually there, getting a sigh from Charlie as he shoved the sock back on the left foot.

“Use your teeth this time” “What?” Shawn questioned. “I said use your fucking teeth…” Nick reiterated with a look right into Shawn’s eyes, the change punishment for Charlie not just simply obeying. Charlie and Shawn bent down until they had the elastic edges between their teeth and started pulling the socks off again, “Slowly” Nick reminded and both guys moved practically in slow motion, carefully peeling back the dirty socks little by little to expose Nick’s bright pink heel. “I want you to admire my feet as these socks come off…how smooth and supple they are…realize how lucky you are to be so close to them” Nick pointed out like a true foot master as Charlie and Shawn revealed more and more of his handsome feet.

Charlie’s nose brushed against the thick balls of the left foot and Shawn’s followed right after, telling them how soft Nick’s feet really were and giving them another good whiff of his divine stench. “Stop” Nick demanded and they both pulled back, leaving only his toes hidden by the now scrunched up socks. “If you boys really want me on your next albums, you’ll prove to me just how much you want it…I want you to lick my feet like you’ve never tasted anything so good in your lives. Then you can have my toes” Nick laid out like some kind of frat dude hazing the freshman rushes but Charlie and Shawn desperately wanted to work with him, knowing how well a duet or feature with Nick would sell.

Shawn brought the right foot up closer to his face and started on the tender heel, licking across the whole thing once, then twice, then a third time to make sure he didn’t miss any spots. Charlie got to a more eye level position as well and went after the middle of his sole first, lapping up the savory arch like a thirsty dog until Nick gripped the arms of his chair and tried not to laugh, “Fuck! If you make me laugh, you’re putting my sock back on and starting over. Got it?” Nick warned to make sure no tickling occurred. “Got it” both of them agreed and Charlie got back to work licking the very middle of his foot, this time gentler than before while Shawn began slurping on his opposite heel like it was a melting Creamsicle.

“That’s it, fellas…lick em’ up” Nick encouraged as he took another drag of his cigar and let his pits breathe with his arms behind his head. Charlie and Shawn were no stranger to putting their own feet out there; online, in public, photoshoots, etc. but this was a whole other level. Maybe they had a foot fetish or maybe not; they didn’t really say but Nick had a hunch of his own that they did, convincing him to make them the offer in the first place after both of them asked about working together. Nick was a nice guy but he had a side to him that liked being obeyed, that liked being worshiped so why not make the most of his situation? To indulge in a side of him he rarely let loose and make Charlie and Shawn earn him and his glorious voice.

Shawn soon started running his lively tongue side to side just below where the sock sat atop the balls of his foot, giving him a stopping point of sorts as he saturated the wide balls. Charlie drifted toward the edge of the left foot, focusing on the side from his pinky toe down to his heel with long, drawn-out licks, the combination of both strategies soon getting moans from Nick as he continued enjoying his cigar. “Fuck…that’s what I’m talking about” he smiled with supreme pleasure as they did their very best to win him over. Almost every other lick tickled at least a little but they seemed to find the right rhythm to avoid making him laugh and starting over, their dedication to not tickling him showing Nick how much they wanted his collaboration. His feet were his worst spot after all.

“Now you can get rid of my socks” Nick soon announced once his feet were nice and clean and Shawn and Charlie revealed his rich, bubbly toes, watching them wiggle a bit to shake the sock lint free and enjoy the breeze coming through. Nick pulled out another cigar and used his lighter to start one end before taking an initial drag, looking back at them as he did it. Charlie looked unsure of himself, like he still didn’t know how he felt about the whole thing but Shawn was different; Nick could see the desire to please in his eyes as the fresh toes flexed in front of him. “Now, you guys are gonna suck my toes until I finish this cigar” Nick announced and they both started toward the buffet of buttery toes awaiting them.

“Actually…Shawn you stay down there and work on my toes; Charlie you come up here” Nick instructed just before they could start in on his fresh toes, confusing Puth as he stood up. The 30 year old stud of a man swung his left arm behind his head to expose his meaty armpit in front of Charlie, “Tell me how my pits smell” Nick instructed, getting an eye roll from him before he reluctantly moved closer and leaned in to get a good whiff of the armpit until Nick used his other hand to rub his face in, smothering him a little with his delicious body. “Yeah, breathe it in” Nick added with a cocky smile before pulling his hand back. “Now show me what that tongue can really do” Nick demanded, giving Charlie obvious pause. “You’re not ticklish here too are you?” Puth challenged with attitude. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” Nick answered before watching Charlie obey his new order, leaning down again into the middle of the pale armpit and licking back and forth just below the dark hair.

“Mmm…very nice” Nick praised as Charlie made his way through the center of the savory pit, getting low giggles and ticklish twitches but not enough to make Nick stop him while Shawn displayed a natural talent for being a foot slave. He cradled both heels in his hands as he slurped down the string of famous toes with dedicated affection, making one toe at a time disappear in his mouth before being licked clean behind the secrecy of his lips. “Fuck…Shawn knows how to suck some toes!” Nick praised with an impressed laugh between puffs of his cigar but Shawn just blushed a little and kept going, soon surprising Nick again by taking both big toes in his mouth at once and bobbing up and down on the juicy pair like it was nothing. Nick’s other velvety toes curled and flexed at the intense worship as Shawn’s tongue came out to play as well, snaking along the marshmallowy big toes until Nick was too distracted to even smoke his cigar.

Charlie could see how charmed Nick was by Shawn’s worship and knew he had to step it up if he was going to get a chance to work with him too, prompting Puth to push Nick’s elbow back a little more and really go to town. Charlie flattened his tongue and licked all the way down from his bicep through the patch of hair, getting another ticklish shiver from Nick but it didn’t stop him from going back in for seconds, this time focusing on the salty center and lapping up the tangy flavor Nick had built up that day. “oOOh shit…somebody’s been holding back” Nick encouraged Charlie’s newfound thirst, soon winding along the rim of his pit with enough enthusiasm to put a seemingly permanent smile on Nick’s face, obviously trying to hide just how ticklish he was as Puth continued devouring his beefy armpit.

Foot Master Jonas took another long drag from his cigar and watched Shawn finish sucking the right pinky toe just as passionately as he had when he’d started on the opposite one, “Get between em’ now…and massage the rest of my feet while you do it” “Alright” “I think you should call me sir” Nick answered, expecting some push back as part of the fun of ordering them around but Shawn didn’t protest, “Yes, sir” Mendes agreed, fueling Nick’s temporary superiority as he spread his velvet toes and Shawn’s obedient tongue started wiggling between each of them, again tickling Nick but part of him almost seemed to enjoy it as long as it didn’t get any worse.

Shawn’s fingers kneaded into the heels and arches of both feet as he cleaned between the tasty toes with excellent multitasking and Nick relished every second with another hit of his cigar. “Damn, Charlie…sure you haven’t worshiped any armpits before?” Nick teased as he put his arm down. “You’re the first” “Could’ve fooled me…but now I think I want you back serving my feet next to Shawn” Nick instructed. “Fine” “What?” “...yes, sir” Charlie answered with more hesitation than Shawn before sitting next to him again and taking one foot for himself to massage and lick between the salty toes to satisfy Nick.

Charlie looked up to see the cigar was almost finished, recalling what he’d said about worshiping his toes until he was done with it but to Puth’s surprise, Nick picked up the room phone. “I know that’s not the same Charlie that was eating my armpit out like a pro just now…” Nick pointed out as the line rang, convincing Puth to rekindle the same appetite from before and start licking between his toes until he was on Shawn’s level. “Yes, I’d like to order some room service…” Nick explained once the call was answered, confusing Shawn and Charlie. Surely nobody would see this…or maybe they were almost done and Nick was ordering food for when they left. “I’d like a bottle of bourbon, a can of whipped cream, and some chocolate syrup” Nick listed off, getting a stray look from both of his foot slaves but Nick just put his feet on their faces to remind them who was in charge until they were back to drooling over his toes.

“Will that be all, sir?” the voice asked on the other side, “Actually, someone came earlier today and picked up some laundry I’d requested to be done. If it hasn’t been washed yet, I’d like all my socks from the week to be returned to my room…yes, the dirty ones. And one last thing, I’d like to pay the tabs from Mr. Mendes’ and Mr. Puth’s rooms if I can. They’re friends of mine that I’d like to surprise. I don’t think anything else will be charged for either of them today anyway; they won’t be back to their rooms for the rest of the night…”