depravedChattel
05-21-2010, 10:58 PM
This story has been burning a hole in my proverbial pocket for a few days now, and so I finally decided it was time to concede and make an account to post it. For those who want some basic information before you delve into this, here you go: it will be a male x male story involving quite a bit of foot fetishism and a healthy dose of master/slavery. It's based on a fantasy I concocted for myself, only altered and expanded to better facilitate it's current status as a story. I can't quite say how long it will be, but do be aware I have a cohesive story planned, with a definite ending in mind. Now I will stop babbling long enough to get this show on the road. And yes, knowing me, each part will be unnecessarily long.
Encounter
I left the gym to change in the locker room and no one else was around. See, I’m the resident benchwarmer on our school basketball team, so no one would notice or really mind if I left our practice early- two hours early in this case. We usually practiced until six, but I was pretty fed up with the whole game and had taken to leaving at four, just long enough that people wouldn’t complain about me never practicing. I opened my locker and yanked off my shirt when a pair of forgotten track shoes caught my eye. They were lying on the ground a few feet away. On another day I might have just rolled my eyes at the idiot who left them there, but on that day I instead found myself fantasizing.
My foot fetish was acting up, and in a moment I found myself very horny. No one was around, so no one would see if I snuck a quick whiff of another boy’s old shoes. I left my shirt in the locker and approached the shoes in just my gym shorts and socks. After hesitating a moment to be sure I didn’t hear anyone else in the locker room, I stooped down and picked them up. Stuffing my nose in the opening, I inhaled deeply and my nostrils were filled with a pungent, sour odor. I could imagine the precum dripping out of my erect penis- I had to masturbate now.
I sat on a bench and pressed the shoes to my nose again, sliding my shorts off. I clutched my dick and started stroking. It was an amazing feeling, out in public with a stranger’s rancid shoes in my face. Though I was convinced no one would be entering the locker room for at least another two hours, the thought that I might be caught made me even hornier.
So then, imagine my surprise when someone did catch me. It was a boy on the track team- I recognized him from my math class. We weren’t exactly friends, but we chatted on occasion. His name was Luke, and he had wavy blond hair and very fair skin, standing just a bit shorter than me in height. I dropped the shoes in shock and jumped up, scrambling to pull up the shorts that were around my ankles. But I stumbled and managed only to pull up the shorts, not my boxers, leaving me a jumpy wreck.
“What the heck are you doing?” Luke blurted, at last speaking after a brief moment of being completely dumbfounded.
I tried to pass it off like I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Nothing. N-not doing nothing.” Very smooth.
“Were you- sniffing that shoe and…” he trailed off, not even believing himself.
Thinking quickly, I provided the best alibi possible: “No!”
He took half a step forward. It was then that I saw the bulge in his red track shorts, though I didn’t know what to make of it. He said, “do you have, like, a foot fetish?”
I was at a loss. At this point, denying anything would make me look even stupider. Besides, Luke didn’t seem the type to go around spreading rumors; he was a bit on the quiet side. So, out of options, I responded in the affirmative, trying my best to make it seem like it was no big deal.
The next thing he did caught me completely off guard. In retrospect, it was a pretty bold thing to do, even given the circumstances. He leaned over and pulled off his shoe. Taking another step, he handed it to me. I wasn’t sure how to respond. He told me, “go ahead, sniff it.”
I could have thrown it back at him, played it off like a joke. His demeanor led me to believe that he had prepared for either reaction from me: the ball was completely in my side of the court, so to speak. So, my now flaccid penis began to harden again as I inhaled deeply with my nose in Luke’s sweaty shoe.
He motioned for me to sit on the ground, and I complied. He, in turn, sat on the bench where I was moments ago. He watched me hold his smelly shoe to my face and began to pull down his shorts to jack off. I was utterly at a loss for what to do, and so I just kept right on smelling his shoe; I didn’t even stick my hand down my pants to touch my penis as I so wanted to. His shoe smelled even better than the one I had found. While the other was kind of old and musty and smelled sour, Luke’s was fresh. The odor was more powerful, and his shoe was still moist with sweat.
He lifted his shoeless foot to me, and I placed his shoe on the ground. Gently, I caressed his foot and smelled his sole. It was even more powerful, and I could feel his slightly damp sock in my hands. Glancing up into his eyes for approval, I took his foot in my mouth. I gagged a bit, but held it there. I pulled off his sock with my teeth and spat it onto the ground. His naked foot was sticky and probably would have been disgusting to someone else, but I licked his big toe and began sucking on it. I was in ecstasy; all my foot-worshiping fantasies were coming true all at once. I longed to pull out my dick to pleasure myself, but I worried if I should in my present position- clearly the submissive at Luke’s command.
I held his sweaty foot in my mouth for a time, completely in heaven and lost to my nagging cock. I nearly jumped when he spoke in a very authoritative voice, “The other one too.”
Without thinking, I picked up his other foot, still with two of the toes on his right foot in my mouth, and began untying his shoe- a daunting task with only one hand, especially in my fidgety state. With the other shoe off, I gingerly pulled his right foot out of my mouth and brought the shoe to my face. I noted how each part of his feet had a different smell: the shoes were a bit more rubbery and dirty, all the other filth that had gotten in there previously had never been washed out and mixed with the fresh sweat; his socks seemed to be more moist, and their aroma more stinging; and the feet themselves were the best part, combining the other two along with the taste of his skin and the bits of dirt between his toes.
I now had one foot in each hand. While I was passionately sucking on the toes of his left foot, I sniffed his right and rubbed it against my face. Above me, I could see Luke was enjoying this as much as I was: he would alternate between furiously pumping his cock and slowly stroking it. It was apparent that he was stopping himself just before he came every time, as he didn’t want this to end. He brought his right foot out of my hand and began rubbing it on my bare chest, pinching my nipples with his toes and wiping my saliva on my stomach.
I can’t say exactly how long we were in that position, him leaning back, focusing on his penis, and me on the floor beneath him servicing his feet. After what may have been around ten minutes, Luke removed his feet from my grasp. I was momentarily disappointed, as this was the most fun I had had in a long time. But he wasn’t finished; I could see none of his cum splattered on the ground. He spread his legs out further and thrust his groin out. I understood immediately and didn’t hesitate in taking his dick in my mouth. He was clearly already on the brink of climax, and in moments he exploded what seemed like a liter of semen into my mouth. Not expecting it, I let it slide out of my mouth. I instinctively caught it with my hands.
Luke grinned at me. He wiped his feet, moistened with sweat and my spit, all over my face. I became aware of how red I was, suddenly self-conscious. Luke seemed to be experiencing the same emotion, though less than I was. He stood up, with me still crumpled at his feet.
I let my hands drop, and moved them towards my eagerly awaiting penis. But Luke grabbed my shoulders and whispered, “No, no masturbating.” Easy for him to say, while his dick seemed to be calming down, mine was still hard as rock. He explained, “I don’t want you to jack off without me. Tomorrow, same time, meet me in here. We’ll go to my place.”
“I can drive,” I volunteered. It was the first time I had spoken since he originally handed me his shoe. “I’ll tell my parents I’m at a friends, and can stay till probably nine o’clock”
“Good,” Luke said. “My parents usually work until ten, so we’ll have the house to ourselves.” He picked up one of his socks and handed it to me, saying, “Here, sleep with it tonight.” He collected the rest of his clothes, got his backpack out of his locker, and left without another word.
I sat on the floor, lost in thought. In the span of fifteen minutes, I had given a boy oral sex and worshipped his sweaty feet. Not that I was complaining, it was just a big realization. I had never considered myself to be gay, and had only ever had mild attractions to other boys that manifested in private fantasies. I was confused, and questioning my sexuality. I did have fun there a few minutes ago, but couldn’t imagine actually pursuing a relationship with someone of the same gender. At the very least, I could satiate my apparent bicuriosity through all this.
Still holding his sock in my hand, I got dressed in my street clothes, washed my face and hands in the bathroom, straightened my hair in a mirror, and left. That night I complied with Luke’s command to not masturbate, somehow, and spent most of the evening sniffing the sock he left me. Tomorrow would be a long day.
Encounter
I left the gym to change in the locker room and no one else was around. See, I’m the resident benchwarmer on our school basketball team, so no one would notice or really mind if I left our practice early- two hours early in this case. We usually practiced until six, but I was pretty fed up with the whole game and had taken to leaving at four, just long enough that people wouldn’t complain about me never practicing. I opened my locker and yanked off my shirt when a pair of forgotten track shoes caught my eye. They were lying on the ground a few feet away. On another day I might have just rolled my eyes at the idiot who left them there, but on that day I instead found myself fantasizing.
My foot fetish was acting up, and in a moment I found myself very horny. No one was around, so no one would see if I snuck a quick whiff of another boy’s old shoes. I left my shirt in the locker and approached the shoes in just my gym shorts and socks. After hesitating a moment to be sure I didn’t hear anyone else in the locker room, I stooped down and picked them up. Stuffing my nose in the opening, I inhaled deeply and my nostrils were filled with a pungent, sour odor. I could imagine the precum dripping out of my erect penis- I had to masturbate now.
I sat on a bench and pressed the shoes to my nose again, sliding my shorts off. I clutched my dick and started stroking. It was an amazing feeling, out in public with a stranger’s rancid shoes in my face. Though I was convinced no one would be entering the locker room for at least another two hours, the thought that I might be caught made me even hornier.
So then, imagine my surprise when someone did catch me. It was a boy on the track team- I recognized him from my math class. We weren’t exactly friends, but we chatted on occasion. His name was Luke, and he had wavy blond hair and very fair skin, standing just a bit shorter than me in height. I dropped the shoes in shock and jumped up, scrambling to pull up the shorts that were around my ankles. But I stumbled and managed only to pull up the shorts, not my boxers, leaving me a jumpy wreck.
“What the heck are you doing?” Luke blurted, at last speaking after a brief moment of being completely dumbfounded.
I tried to pass it off like I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Nothing. N-not doing nothing.” Very smooth.
“Were you- sniffing that shoe and…” he trailed off, not even believing himself.
Thinking quickly, I provided the best alibi possible: “No!”
He took half a step forward. It was then that I saw the bulge in his red track shorts, though I didn’t know what to make of it. He said, “do you have, like, a foot fetish?”
I was at a loss. At this point, denying anything would make me look even stupider. Besides, Luke didn’t seem the type to go around spreading rumors; he was a bit on the quiet side. So, out of options, I responded in the affirmative, trying my best to make it seem like it was no big deal.
The next thing he did caught me completely off guard. In retrospect, it was a pretty bold thing to do, even given the circumstances. He leaned over and pulled off his shoe. Taking another step, he handed it to me. I wasn’t sure how to respond. He told me, “go ahead, sniff it.”
I could have thrown it back at him, played it off like a joke. His demeanor led me to believe that he had prepared for either reaction from me: the ball was completely in my side of the court, so to speak. So, my now flaccid penis began to harden again as I inhaled deeply with my nose in Luke’s sweaty shoe.
He motioned for me to sit on the ground, and I complied. He, in turn, sat on the bench where I was moments ago. He watched me hold his smelly shoe to my face and began to pull down his shorts to jack off. I was utterly at a loss for what to do, and so I just kept right on smelling his shoe; I didn’t even stick my hand down my pants to touch my penis as I so wanted to. His shoe smelled even better than the one I had found. While the other was kind of old and musty and smelled sour, Luke’s was fresh. The odor was more powerful, and his shoe was still moist with sweat.
He lifted his shoeless foot to me, and I placed his shoe on the ground. Gently, I caressed his foot and smelled his sole. It was even more powerful, and I could feel his slightly damp sock in my hands. Glancing up into his eyes for approval, I took his foot in my mouth. I gagged a bit, but held it there. I pulled off his sock with my teeth and spat it onto the ground. His naked foot was sticky and probably would have been disgusting to someone else, but I licked his big toe and began sucking on it. I was in ecstasy; all my foot-worshiping fantasies were coming true all at once. I longed to pull out my dick to pleasure myself, but I worried if I should in my present position- clearly the submissive at Luke’s command.
I held his sweaty foot in my mouth for a time, completely in heaven and lost to my nagging cock. I nearly jumped when he spoke in a very authoritative voice, “The other one too.”
Without thinking, I picked up his other foot, still with two of the toes on his right foot in my mouth, and began untying his shoe- a daunting task with only one hand, especially in my fidgety state. With the other shoe off, I gingerly pulled his right foot out of my mouth and brought the shoe to my face. I noted how each part of his feet had a different smell: the shoes were a bit more rubbery and dirty, all the other filth that had gotten in there previously had never been washed out and mixed with the fresh sweat; his socks seemed to be more moist, and their aroma more stinging; and the feet themselves were the best part, combining the other two along with the taste of his skin and the bits of dirt between his toes.
I now had one foot in each hand. While I was passionately sucking on the toes of his left foot, I sniffed his right and rubbed it against my face. Above me, I could see Luke was enjoying this as much as I was: he would alternate between furiously pumping his cock and slowly stroking it. It was apparent that he was stopping himself just before he came every time, as he didn’t want this to end. He brought his right foot out of my hand and began rubbing it on my bare chest, pinching my nipples with his toes and wiping my saliva on my stomach.
I can’t say exactly how long we were in that position, him leaning back, focusing on his penis, and me on the floor beneath him servicing his feet. After what may have been around ten minutes, Luke removed his feet from my grasp. I was momentarily disappointed, as this was the most fun I had had in a long time. But he wasn’t finished; I could see none of his cum splattered on the ground. He spread his legs out further and thrust his groin out. I understood immediately and didn’t hesitate in taking his dick in my mouth. He was clearly already on the brink of climax, and in moments he exploded what seemed like a liter of semen into my mouth. Not expecting it, I let it slide out of my mouth. I instinctively caught it with my hands.
Luke grinned at me. He wiped his feet, moistened with sweat and my spit, all over my face. I became aware of how red I was, suddenly self-conscious. Luke seemed to be experiencing the same emotion, though less than I was. He stood up, with me still crumpled at his feet.
I let my hands drop, and moved them towards my eagerly awaiting penis. But Luke grabbed my shoulders and whispered, “No, no masturbating.” Easy for him to say, while his dick seemed to be calming down, mine was still hard as rock. He explained, “I don’t want you to jack off without me. Tomorrow, same time, meet me in here. We’ll go to my place.”
“I can drive,” I volunteered. It was the first time I had spoken since he originally handed me his shoe. “I’ll tell my parents I’m at a friends, and can stay till probably nine o’clock”
“Good,” Luke said. “My parents usually work until ten, so we’ll have the house to ourselves.” He picked up one of his socks and handed it to me, saying, “Here, sleep with it tonight.” He collected the rest of his clothes, got his backpack out of his locker, and left without another word.
I sat on the floor, lost in thought. In the span of fifteen minutes, I had given a boy oral sex and worshipped his sweaty feet. Not that I was complaining, it was just a big realization. I had never considered myself to be gay, and had only ever had mild attractions to other boys that manifested in private fantasies. I was confused, and questioning my sexuality. I did have fun there a few minutes ago, but couldn’t imagine actually pursuing a relationship with someone of the same gender. At the very least, I could satiate my apparent bicuriosity through all this.
Still holding his sock in my hand, I got dressed in my street clothes, washed my face and hands in the bathroom, straightened my hair in a mirror, and left. That night I complied with Luke’s command to not masturbate, somehow, and spent most of the evening sniffing the sock he left me. Tomorrow would be a long day.