by James Dean
Matt was a decent early twenty-something and my friend.
He had a pretty rough upbringing and had never seemed to get a stable footing as an adult. He was a high-school dropout and looked and acted like a pretty rough gangbanger wannabe.
Desperate for money one day and knowing I was a gay man who had a foot fetish, he told me about the foot surgeries he had gotten when he was younger and how his feet were constantly hurting. He thought he could make a little extra cash by making me his foot bitch. He had me meet him in his rough neighborhood at a liquor store where I was supposed to buy his cigarettes and take him out to my house in a nicer, safer neighborhood. The car ride to my house was a little tense.
He was on probation and I was not necessarily sure if he was supposed to be leaving his county of residence.
Once we finally had reached my home and agreed upon an hourly amount, we went inside and went to the back bedroom and he lied down on the bed with his shoes on. They were well worn white high top Nikes. I told him to relax and gently untied his Nikes and removed each shoe slowly, inhaling deeply into the moist insides of the first shoe as he looked at me with a shocked, puzzled, yet fascinated look on his face. I removed the second high top Nike and inhaled his scent out of it. He looked at me and said "I'm sorry bro, I know they smell bad. I got a friend who paid me cash to work at his scrap yard today, and I don't have any work boots so I had to wear these." I told him he never had to apologize to me for working up a natural foot scent.
His socks were white Hanes no-shows and you could see the sweaty imprint of the soles of his feet on them. As I rubbed his socked feet he let out moans of relief and you could tell that he really did have foot pain. I pressed my face up against his socked feet and inhaled deeply as I massaged his tired feet. It was really all I had ever wanted. I had dreamt all of my life about being foot slave to a thuggish white gangster type guy and this was finally happening and his reaction was priceless.
He was enjoying it. I felt like I was doing him a favor as well because of his foot pain and thought in an ideal world a doctor should be able to prescribe a foot slave like me to a guy like him for his foot pain.
After 5-10 minutes of massaging and inhaling his damp sweaty socked feet, I could take it no longer. I carefully removed his socks and began to gently kiss his soft soles. He looked at me with a funny look and I asked, "Is this ok?" He replied, "It's more than okay buddy, my feet are so sore and this feels great. Just remember to keep massaging." I asked "Is it ok if I use my tongue and both hands to massage?" He said, "I guess you could try that." That was my cue and it took less than a half a second until I was worshipping his beautiful gangster feet with 110% of my efforts. Each foot got my full attention with both hands and my tongue at once. His feet tasted great and smelled better and he had found the solution to his foot pain.
He took his shirt off, sat back, relaxed and made several comments about how he could get used to this kind of foot treatment and how his feet felt awesome. That kind of encouragement made my dedication and worship toward his feet even more aggressive. His feet were wide with equally tapered toes - no toe was an unusual length. They had light hair on the tops and you could see surgical scars along with an ankle sock tan line. As I looked up at Matt, I saw a tattooed, white gangster god who was getting exactly what he deserved. He made comments about how he wanted to have sex with a female while I worshipped his feet at the same time, and other comments about how he would love to move down here to my house.
I listened to his words carefully as I licked the sweat and sock fuzz from between his toes while massaging his deserving soles. I told him how I may have ate some of his sock fuzz and he thought that was a joke and laughed. I wasn't joking. I was in heaven.
Matt closed his eyes, relaxed, and was visibly enjoying having a foot slave. He didn't have a bulge in his pants or anything but he acted like this was what his feet had needed for years. I licked from heal to toe hundreds of times until his soles were glistening with my saliva rather than his sweat. Then I focused back on his toes. Sucking each toe individually while I continued to be a good foot slave and massaged his painful soles while sucking. When I got to the smallest toe on his left foot I found the perfect way to tell him how much I will completely submit to him. His smallest toe on his left foot was very rough and calloused and was the only imperfection on his feet (other than the surgical scars- which I didn't mind at all). I thought I would show him just how superior he was by spending extra time on his imperfect toe.
I wanted him to know that he had nothing to feel self conscious about and that as his foot slave I will worship his imperfections twice as much as the rest of him. I wanted to make him feel like a true foot God. his little calloused toe got the love it finally deserved.
As with all things good, this also had to come to an end. he asked what time it was and said he had better get back home. In true gangster fashion he tried to hustle me good one more time before we got in the car. I had already paid good money to worship his feet...which I didn't mind. He needed the money and I probably would've lent it to him anyway, so we both got what we wanted. In his last hustle, he said "You loved the smell of my socks, right? How much will you pay me for them?" I paid my foot God $20/sock, or $40 for the pair of Hanes no shows with the sweaty sole imprints.
On the ride home he reiterated how he would like to live in my house (which is a boarding house). We talked about how he would pay for room and board (all inclusive) by bartering with his sweaty painful feet. He had a felony and couldn't find stable work and was excited about the idea of using his sweaty feet to pay the rent and for a meal ticket. Plus the hours of foot massage and worship he would receive each day would be exactly what he needed for his foot pain.
Unfortunately, Matt was picked up for a probation violation warrant two weeks later (unrelated to leaving the county). I have kept in contact with him while he has been locked up and he is ready to have paid his debt to society and to start his new life as my foot God in my boarding house when he gets out.
His room is now ready and waiting.
To be continued...
