by Dakota Lydic
I was now a sophomore in high school and had been Ransom's foot bitch in private for about four years. He'd made it a common thing for me come over to his house almost every weekend and worship his feet. He let me live out my fantasy but to do so he had started commanding me to do other stuff for him. Not only was I to worship his feet, but I was responsible for doing his homework, cleaning his room and doing just about any chores he asked of me. I had pretty much becoming his fully devoted slave in all ways.
I was fine with everything he commanded of me. After all, in doing so, I got the one thing I craved above all else; his feet. Ransom's foot sweat had become like drugs to me. I couldn't wait for every weekend to get my fix and if that meant doing menial labor for him first then so be it. I mean it's all private anyways, I thought to myself from time to time. But boy was I wrong...
It was gym class and we had just finished an intense game of soccer. The coach requested we hit the shower while we were changing but I didn't really break a sweat so no shower for me. While some of the other guys were showering, I was in my little corner of the locker room changing. I was just about finished when Ransom came in and sat down on the bench next to me.
"Hey fag," he whispered just loud enough so that the few guys changing nearby didn't hear. I turned around and saw his sexy smirk which by now would instantly start my dick stirring in my pants. I said nothing in response and continued changing. As I grabbed my deodorant from my locker, it fell out of my hands, skidding across the floor at Ransom's feet. Tensing, I looked at Ransom who was smirking devilishly, and dropped hesitantly to my knees. Crawling on my hands and knees, I reached for the deodorant but before I could grab Ransom placed his right socked foot on it.
I looked up at him, his face still contorted in a devilish smirk. Without words he lifted his left socked foot up towards my face, just inches away. I could smell his foot stench so easily and my dick was growing harder with each passing moment.
"You know what you have to do, fag," Ransom said nonchalantly. I looked around the room but luckily no one was paying any attention to this corner of the room, yet anyways.
"But there are guys everywhere," I stated nervously. He shrugged.
"Do it now or never again," he stated simply. I was stuck. He knew I lived for his foot sweat and I knew he was good as his word. If I didn't do as he said I would never get another chance. Shaking with fear and humiliation, I took his sweaty socked foot and brought my face slowly into it.
"Sniff them, you'll probably enjoy that too," he said, loud enough to attract the attention of the guys changing nearby.
"Woah, what the fuck," one of them, Levi, said. Levi was one of Ransom's good friends.
"That's disgusting bro," another said.
"Hey the fag likes it so I give it to him," Ransom said, sharing a laugh with them. Tears started streaming down my face but I continued sniffing.
"Go ahead and kiss it faggot," he ordered. I did as I was told, kissing the bottom of his foot over and over. By now I had attracted the attention of just about every guy in the locker room. Their faces were a mix of disgust and amazement that Ransom could have this much power over me. I could tell he was enjoying the attention he was getting.
"Hey what do you call me, foot bitch?" He asked me. I stopped kissing and looked up.
"Master," I replied shakily. Ransom and the other guys laughed. I was so humiliated.
"Look Ransom, the pussy is actually enjoying this," Levi said, noting my very visible boner in my gym shorts.
"Of course he is, man.I own this bitch. He loves it, don't you faggot?"
"Yes master," I said before continuing my worship of his right foot. I was wondering when I would be free from this hell but Ransom kept me there, worshipping his feet for the enjoyment of those watching.
"Go ahead and bite down on the edge of my sock, fag." As I did so, he pulled his foot out, leaving his filthy sock hanging from my mouth. He leaned forward and pushed his sock all the way into my mouth.
"You like the taste of my foot don't ya bitch?" I nodded as tears again fell down my cheeks. I had never been more humiliated then I was then. He placed his now bare foot on my face and ordered me to stick nose between his toes. I once more did as he commanded, receiving another round of laughter from the guys. After ordering me to lick his bare foot and repeating the whole thing with his other foot, Ransom decided that enough was enough. The guys began to disperse and finish changing while I sat there on the floor absolutely numb. I wanted to cry more but couldn't bring myself to do it. Ransom finished changing as though nothing happened and followed his friends out, but not before looking my way once more and laughing.
After sitting in silence for about thirty good minutes, I stood up and finished getting changed. As I exited the locker room I received a text from Ransom.
"Good fag. This weekend you will be rewarded well." I wasn't sure how I felt anymore but for some reason I couldn't wait for the weekend!
