The carpet felt nicer against Joe's feet than the rough tongues and scritchy feathers as the men sucked his tasty toes and tickled his soft soles after ambushing him at home to add to their harem of helpless str8 boy feets, all locked in stocks in a row in their secret dungeon...
A better use for a paintbrush would be tickling Joe's pretty feets with soft teasing strokes up and down his smooth soles, and scritchy pokes between his tied-back toes, locked in a set of stocks while he shrieks with laughter and pleads for mercy. Non-stop. All day. Every day 😈