Audition No. 3 – Michael B. Jordan for Ryan Banks

Character Description: 30s, very handsome, athletic, charismatic. Ryan is a former NFL star turned adult entertainer, specializing in fetish genres like muscle worship, domination, and wrestling among other things. He’s cocky, a show off, and an alpha male type. 

The day after Sebastian Stan and Kit Connor’s amazing auditions, another potential cast member arrived at Ben Affleck’s studio for his final audition. His megawatt smile and broad shoulders instantly got their attention as he walked through the door and Ben and Jonathan Bailey were excited to see what he’d bring to the table. “I didn’t know you had your own studio, Ben. Nobody told me you were rolling like that” Michael greeted with a handshake. “It comes in handy sometimes” Affleck assured. “Michael, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Jonathan Bailey” Jonathan introduced with another handshake. “Of course I know who you are, man. You’re incredible!” “Wow, thank you. So are you” Bailey answered, flattered by the compliment. 

“Your scene star ran to the bathroom but he should be back in a second” Ben explained as Michael took a seat in front of the desk. “So, I don’t think you need to hear from me how good of an actor you are. We all know that and I’m also confident you’re great for Ryan but like I’ve told the others that’ve done this audition, this last one is about showing that you have that special something that really separates any average guy in the gym from guys who can command attention and own that unique quality that I’m looking for these characters to have” Ben explained. “For sure. Yeah, I get that. I’m not overly familiar with the foot fetish world but I did some research and I know what you mean. You can tell who has it and who doesn’t and I wanna show that I can embody that for this character” Michael answered with a warm assurance. 

“Jonathan is acting as an advisor on the project for the more nuanced aspects of the worship scenes so if you have any questions, he’s your guy” Ben added with a pat on Jonathan’s shoulder. “I saw you working on Matt Bomer’s foot in your show; you know what you’re doing” Michael teased with another smile. “Being a man of more than one talent doesn’t hurt” Jonathan laughed just before the door opened again and Andrew Garfield entered the room. “I didn’t miss the debrief, did I?” Andrew joked as Michael stood up and they hugged, having known each other for a while. “Good to see you, man. You’re looking jacked as ever” Garfield laughed. “We’re trying, we’re trying” Michael answered with a humble acceptance as Affleck eyed the pair, thinking they really would work great opposite each other. 

“I hope this isn’t confusing but for this audition, I want you to play out the wrestling domination scene as your characters but we’re not using the names or any lines from the script. You’ll be yourselves basically acting like your characters if that makes sense. Your job is to make me believe you can do these characters justice by playing off each other and ad libbing your lines. I know this is unconventional and it doesn’t have to be perfect or anything. Andrew, just follow Michael’s lead like your character would and show me what you guys can do. Remember, Andrew you want to try and best Michael and Michael, you want to humiliate Andrew and basically make him your foot bitch” Ben explained. “Yeah, I think we got it” Andrew assured with a confirming look at Michael. “Great, let’s get going then” Affleck announced, cueing Michael and Andrew to slip off their workout clothes and reveal the wrestling singlets they’d be wearing for the show. 

“Damn, I didn’t realize it was a dress rehearsal” Jonathan laughed. “Andrew and I talked before today and decided it’d be good to get an idea of how much movement we had in the singlets before actually filming” Michael answered. “Yeah, and probably help us get into character” Andrew tacked on as he sported a red singlet and Michael a hunter green, with Garfield’s slim physique and Jordan’s muscular body on full display in the outfits. “I’m sure that’ll bring some more authenticity to things” Ben agreed with a surprised grin. 

“You ready?” Michael asked. “Yep” Andrew assured before Michael wrapped him up in a swift bear hug, lifting Andrew off his feet and effectively commencing the audition. “Aghh! Shit!” Garfield let out as the python arms squeezed him. “You really messed up challenging me, little man…I can break you like a toothpick” Michael proclaimed without letting up on Garfield. “Yeah! Right!” Andrew argued, playing things as not only a weaker guy but as a mouthy one too. “Ha! My shoelaces are stronger than you” Michael taunted before dropping him and letting Andrew land on his knees, giving him only a minute to relax before Jordan had him in a headlock from behind. 

“AGhNO!” “Your ass is mine!” Michael laughed with an almost villainous arrogance as Andrew struggled in the hold and tried to pry his arm loose. “I can go tighter…I don’t think you deserve to breathe” Michael threatened with a harsher grip, of course without actually harming Andrew, and Garfield fought harder to escape until Michael released him. Andrew took big gulps of air on his back on the wrestling mat Affleck had provided for the audition, looking like a man who’d royally screwed up by going toe to toe with Michael. 

“Your mom make you that singlet? It’s cute” Garfield taunted, making Jordan laugh with unbothered confidence. “I think you need somebody to shut you up…give that mouth of yours something to do besides talk” Michael answered as he pulled off his sneakers so he was only wearing a pair of black crew socks. “Now, come here” Michael nearly growled as he walked over to Andrew and Garfield tried to scramble to his feet but was overpowered when his arms were grabbed and a warm, ripe foot landed on his face. “Ugh! Fucking gross!” Andrew whined with Michael now sitting in front of him and his socked foot right on his face, forcing him to breathe it in. 

“How’s that foot smell, smart-ass?” Michael asked as he smothered Andrew with his 10 ½. “Like shit!” Garfield spat the best he could, making Jordan pull his arms closer toward him to force his face against the bottom of his foot more. “Agh, fuck! Come on!” Andrew groaned. “Not so funny now, are you? ARE YOU??” Michael demanded to know as he wrinkled his socked foot across Andrew’s smushed face. “Yes, I am!” Andrew answered, defying Michael. “Oh, you’re asking for it” Michael laughed again in a scary foreboding way before moving his other leg to really bury Andrew’s slender face. “AghH god dammit!” “That’s right – breathe in that supreme stench…you should be grateful to be under such godly feet, fucking wimp” Michael dominated with pitch perfect attitude as both of his cotton soles started rubbing all over Andrew’s face and leaving him no room for air that wasn’t flavored with Michael’s macho feet. 

“Go ahead and submit, you fucking pussy” Jordan pressed. “NO!” Andrew shouted back, fueling Michael’s mission of total conquest as he moved around on the mat and forced Garfield’s head between his meaty thighs so it was facing Ben and Jonathan. “Now what? Do something” Michael challenged as Andrew flailed and squirmed, only making Michael laugh. “Fucking stuck, aren’t you? I can do whatever I want right now” Jordan gloated with a tweak of Andrew’s nose and even a wet willy in his ear, making Garfield cringe with disgust. “Fucking gross!!” “I know what you want…you want these sweaty ass socks, don’t you? Oh yeah haha” Michael decided as he bent his legs a little so he could rip off his own socks while Andrew continued to squirm but it only got worse when both dirty socks were forced on Garfield’s face. 

“Agh FUCK OFF! Stop!!” Andrew complained as he writhed in the hold and Michael laughed like a devious bully enjoying himself. Garfield tried to reach out and push the socks away but Michael just grabbed his hands and pinned them behind Andrew’s back, forcing him to just sit there and marinate in the ripe socks being rubbed across his nose and mouth. “That’s what happens when a fucking string bean things he can go against a man like me – you get fucking owned!” Michael taunted with a flex of his thighs around Andrew’s neck. “GET OFF ME!!” Garfield barked. “Man, I told you I can do whatever I want like this…you ain’t doing nothing I don’t want you to” Michael assured before letting go of Andrew’s hands and squeezing into his side, instantly making his scene partner flounder between his legs with sock-muffled laughter. 

“AAH!! nNoAOh! NNoOAhAOHA!! DDoOOnNTDDOoHTTHHAAT!!” Andrew argued as he wormed in place for some kind of escape. “Don’t do what? Let me hear you say it” “DDOhOoONNTTTTiiiCckKLLEemMEEEAHA!!” “What a fucking loser, man haha” Jordan laughed as he watched Andrew suffer in the hold. “I guess since you’ve been smelling them, it’s about time you taste these socks too” Michael soon decided before taking advantage of Andrew’s wide mouth from the laughter and shoving the socks in, surprising the Englishman. “MAHmPHMM!!” Garfield protested the best he could as his legs kicked the mat and he struggled under Michael’s control. “Taste good?” Jordan laughed some more while Ben and Jonathan watched from the desk, wildly impressed by his audition so far. 

“How about a little stretching? I bet you could use some after all that sock sniffing and munching” Michael soon suggested as he released Andrew from the thigh hold and manhandled him some more until he had Andrew on his stomach and was holding his arms straight back behind him to arch his back while he faced the desk. “Shit! Fucking stop, asshole!! I’m already stretched enough!” Garfield shouted after spitting out the socks while Michael sat behind him on the mat with total control over Andrew’s arms. “Submit and I’ll back off…show me how much of a little bitch you are” Jordan challenged, knowing Andrew’s character wasn’t actually supposed to surrender to him yet. “NNoAA!” Andrew refused with a groan of discomfort as Michael kept him bent backwards a little. 

“Stubborn AND pathetic…a guy like you deserves to be under feet like mine, perfect, alpha feet!” Michael pointed out as he moved his legs around and planted his bare feet on the sides of Andrew’s face, giving Affleck and Bailey a great view of his cheeks being sandwiched between the gorgeous, tan soles. “UghFuCk!” “Yeah! Even my feet are better than you” Michael asserted as his perfectly kept toes wiggled along the side of Andrew’s hairline and the peachy balls of both feet rubbed into his cheeks, manipulating Garfield’s face however he pleased. 

“Let me go, fucking juice head!” Andrew protested as he tried to free himself from the hold or pull away from the satin soles dominating his face. “Juice head? You think I need roids to look like this? No way, man, this is all-natural right here” Michael smiled with self-admiration as he switched to holding Garfield’s wrists with one hand to flex his arm and show off his muscles. “It’s not like I need steroids to kick your ass though, is it?” Jordan teased with a few smacks of his sole against Andrew’s face, embarrassing him more as he took the playful slaps of the smooth sole before it quickly became both feet taking turns on him. “Ok! Fucking stop!! I take it back!” Garfield offered between slaps. “That’s what I fucking thought” Michael grinned as he stopped smacking Andrew with his feet and maneuvered around again so Garfield was on his back. 

But to Michael’s surprise, Andrew tried to fight back again, this time kicking Michael in the thigh. “Oh? You wanna be a tough guy now? I can fix that real quick” Jordan assured as he forced Andrew’s arms behind his back and rolled him back over before sitting on him to pin them and Garfield to the mat. “Ugh! How much do you weigh??” Andrew groaned. “This is pure muscle, baby!” Michael answered with a smack of his own solid chest and biceps. “Yeah, whatever” Garfield scoffed as he tried to wiggle his arms loose but couldn’t. “I think it’s time you shut up and show these perfect feet some attention. Stick your tongue out” Michael instructed but Andrew didn’t obey. “I said stick your fucking tongue out!” Jordan doubled down with a twist of Andrew’s exposed nipples. “AAGH! SHIT!” Garfield let out and obliged, sticking his tongue out before Michael leaned back to rest on his hands on either side of Andrew and lifted his feet up to be worshiped by his scene partner. 

Ben and Jonathan watched with eager eyes as both of Michael’s glorious feet presented themselves to Andrew to be served, forcing his submissive tongue to lick up the length of the left and then the right with very believable reluctance. “Again!” Michael ordered as Andrew’s head bobbed up and down to snake across the savory soles, leaving wet trails of his obedience along the lengths of both feet until his tongue slipped off the right heel. “Yeah, I think I like that mouth of yours a lot more now…with a purpose beside running it. Now, I want you to clean my right foot until all you can taste is how great I fucking am” “This is fucking gross!” Andrew whined. “You can’t think I give a shit – now get to cleaning!” Michael demanded with a squeeze into his hip, tickling Andrew into submission until his tongue was back on the handsome foot, this time with a newfound mission to lick it spotless as if it wasn’t already pristine. 

Affleck and Bailey shared a look like they were taken back by how much of a natural dom Michael was and honestly, how great Andrew was at being a sub. Not only that but, like with Sebastian and Kit before him, Michael’s feet in person seriously impressed both men behind the desk. His soles were a brilliant shade of creamy tan with subtle hues of pink like they'd been beautifully crafted by a skilled artist. They looked silky smooth running across Andrew’s tongue and had been just as eye catching wrinkling across his cheeks earlier. Michael’s abundance of muscles and chiseled body were the perfect contradiction to his luscious, buttery soles being licked over and over in front of them, the kind of sexy juxtaposition Ben had realized was so appealing to so many foot lovers. 

“See? You know how to listen after all…now get this other foot. Toes first” Michael instructed as his damp sole planted on Andrew’s bare chest and other foot appeared above his face. “My mouth’s getting dry” “It better not be” Jordan answered before stuffing Garfield’s mouth with his powerful toes, the same ones that’d moved around a boxing ring countless times during the Creed movies and kept Michael so agile, now being slurped on by Spider-Man. “Get between my toes too” Michael pointed out, getting Andrew’s tongue to wiggle between the caramel toes while Jordan tried to fight looking like he was regretting that particular instruction, making fists on the mat of ticklish self-control until he had to get Andrew’s tongue out of his toes. 

“AlriGhHT! Now do the rest” Michael announced with a bit of a giggle slipping out before he pulled his toes away and rested his phenomenal sole on Andrew’s face again. “I wanna feel some sucking down there too, like you fucking mean it” Michael added, almost like an attempt to rectify his moment of weakness, and Garfield did as he was told, taking the heel in his mouth and slurping on it like it was a juicy peach between his lips. Andrew performed his task with the same annoyed attitude that he’d started with, the kind of sore loser energy from a guy who knew he’d been beaten as he started sucking on the velvet arch and toward the balls. “Oh yeah…that’s it” Michael encouraged as he enjoyed the forced worship, relishing the unique domination until his eyes shot open wider and electricity shot through his body.

“AhAohWWhATthHEEFFuUCCK!?” Michael erupted with surprised laughter as Ben and Jonathan looked down to see Andrew nibbling away at his arch and using his tongue to tickle his opponent. “OOhOHsSSHHiIITT! AohAGGeETToOOOFF!!” Jordan couldn’t help but retract as he pulled his foot away and gave Andrew a chance to fight back, hopping to his socked feet and trying to turn the tables on Michael but was quickly overpowered once again as his plan backfired on him tremendously by Jordan forcing his arms behind his back again and taking him to his knees on the mat. 

“You think you still have a chance to beat me?? You’re dumber than I thought!” Michael taunted with full control over Andrew again. “Fuck you! You fucking suck!” “Yeah, right, fucking nerd…now kiss my foot!” Michael demanded as his right one sat out in front of Andrew on the mat. “No! No more kissing or licking or sucking!” “NOW!” Michael reiterated with an even stronger tone as he forced Andrew to bend over more until he was inches away from the top of his foot and Garfield had no choice but to obey. Bailey and Affleck looked on like they weren’t sure where things would go next as Andrew pursed his lips together to plant kiss after defeated kiss all over Michael’s victorious foot. 

“Wow, that was great…really, great guys. Holy shit” Ben laughed as he announced the end of the audition and Michael let Andrew up. “You good, man? I didn’t rough you up too bad, did I?” Michael asked with a friendly smile. “No, you were fantastic…really. Your feet didn’t even taste that bad though, honestly…sort of nutty almost, like some kind of sweaty cashew” Andrew laughed, making Michael do the same. “Yeah, like Ben said, you both were incredible. I would point out though, Michael, don’t be afraid to show your feet off more when you’re doing the wrestling bit. Fans will love that, and Andrew, when you’re licking, don’t be afraid to really go for it. I know your character isn’t supposed to like it but if you’re submitting to what Michael wants, making your tongue a little more enthusiastic may help” Jonathan offered. 

“Make sure my tongue looks like I like licking Michael’s foot – got it” Andrew smiled. “You really think people will want to see more of my feet than what is already happening naturally during the wrestling?” Michael asked. “100%. I kept getting feedback from season one about not having enough shots of the guys’ feet and the show wasn’t even about that so I didn’t think about it but season 2 is, so show your feet off as much as you’d show off your muscles” Ben explained. “Alright, sure. I can do that” Jordan assured with a somewhat flattered smile, like he’d never considered his feet being worth checking out so much until this project. “So, how did we do?” Michael asked. “Oh, you both got the roles. My bad; I didn’t even mention that. Welcome on board!” Affleck answered, happy to have secured more of his all-star cast and another pair of dynamite feet for fans to enjoy.