Continued from Part One
I sat on the bed in a daze after Bernie left the room. I’d just worshipped the feet and cock of my roommate, and He took my virginity, handed me a glass and told me to nut in it. I was happy, confused, and feeling free that the things I’d only dreamed of had become a reality. I looked down at my still hard penis. Why did He want me to cum in a glass? Why didn’t He want me to do it in front of Him? Did it matter? I grabbed one of His socks from the floor and held it to my nose as I began to stroke. The smell took me over. I began recalling the feel and taste of His toes in my mouth and His smile as He watched me follow orders. It didn’t take long before I put the head of my dick in the glass and exploded. I sat exhausted on the bed, His sock on my chest, the glass in my hand. Just then, Bernie returned to the room from the shower.
He walked up to me and said, “You okay?” I nodded and He said with a laugh, “Good. Was afraid I’d fucked your brains out!”
“You sort of did,” I replied. He chuckled and said, “No, I meant literally. I still need your help with homework.” Without looking at me, He said, “Hey, you got any nail trimmers?”
“In the bag in my closet,” I answered, and He went to find them. He then walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer. “Want one?” He asked, and I shook my head no. He then grabbed a desk chair, pulled it up to the side of the bad, and sat down. With His legs slightly spread, I could see His beautiful cock peeking out. I found myself staring at it, until He spoke.
“You did like it, right?” He asked. I looked up at Him. He was smiling. I nodded and He said, “I bet you wonder where that all came from.” I again simply nodded. “Well,” He began to explain, taking a swig of His beer, “remember the other week when we were checking the weather report out on your computer? I couldn’t help but notice there were other open tabs on the browser. Two of them had ‘feet’ in the header.” I froze. He’d obviously seen sites like My Friends Feet open on my computer. “So, when you went to the bathroom, I checked them out. I can tell you I was more than a bit surprised. I didn’t want to get caught looking at your stuff, so I memorized what I could and looked them up on my iPad that night. That shit was pretty fucked up,” He said with a chuckle.
He took another swig of beer and continued, “I gotta tell you, as fucked up as it was, it was also pretty hot. You know how much I like being in charge and stuff, so I started wondering what the hell it would be like to be totally in charge of another person. Making them kiss my feet and obey. Male or female, didn’t really matter. But, you know how horny I always am, so getting off whenever and however I wanted was a cool idea. The big question was why you were into that. Were you thinking the same way I was? You know, could we talk about doing that and jacking off together about it? Or, was it the other way around? I mean, we could still talk about it and jack off, but I didn’t know how much fun that would be. So, I kind of set a trap. If I talked about my feet, I wanted to see if it triggered anything. It obviously did. The first thing you did was offer a foot rub. And, we know how that ended up, right?”
I nodded again, it was difficult to talk. I mean, considering what I’d been through. I still wanted things to be “normal,” but wasn’t sure if they ever could be again. He laughed, and said, “Hey, come sit on the edge of the bed.” I began to move and He noticed the glass of cum in my hand. “Holy shit, you did it!”
“Yeah, well you told me to. I wasn’t sure why you wanted that, but…”
He laughed. “You did it because I told you to. That’s fuckin’ awesome. See, it’s that kind of thing. I tell you to cum in a cup and you just do it. Fuckin’ great. Nice size load, too. Just put the glass on the floor.” I did that and sat up before Him. He immediately tossed the nail clippers at me and plopped His feet on my lap. I looked down at the clippers and picked them up. “Look, you may think I’m dumb, but I ain’t that dumb!” His feet were soft and warm from the shower, and the nails had softened beautifully. The odor was gone, but they were magnificent as always. I couldn’t believe I had them in front of me again. I lifted up His right foot and began to clip His nails.
“You’re a damn quick learner,” He said. “I mean, I didn’t have to ask, and you didn’t have to do. I HATE clippin’ my toenails – bending over and all that. I like them clipped and filed. You can do that, right?” I looked up and told Him I could. “Hey, you wanna suck each toe after you clip and file it or do them all at once.” I tried to think of an answer, but before I could, He said, “The correct answer is however I want you to do it, right?” “Yeah,” I replied. He said, “Good boy.” Damn, the way He said that was so hot. “Yes, Sir,” I replied. He laughed, “Yeah, I think when we’re alone, you’ll always answer with a Sir. Or Master. Something like that. Not sure which one I want yet, so let’s stick with Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Beautiful,” He said. “Anyway, here’s the deal. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, is gonna know about this. We’re just the same two buds everyone thinks we are when we’re around others. I don’t want anybody to know I have a foot licking cocksucker with a tight ass, and I’m sure you don’t want anybody to know that’s what you are, right? So, it’s our little thing. Just between us. Frankly, another reason I don’t want anyone else to know, is because they’re gonna want to use you like I’m going to. You’re fucking my property, now. Understand?”
He was getting more and more forceful, and I was loving it. I could tell He was, too. “Yes, Sir,“ I said. He continued, “You better not lead on to anyone that things are different when this door is closed, or when we’re alone somewhere. Because I will totally deny it, and then beat the shit out of you.”
“No – no, never…” I began until He cut me off.
“I mean, I can make you can be as mindless a faggot as I want in here, but I also don’t want a wet rag. I mean, I really do like you. You’re a good dude. A good friend. And, now, you’re a friend with kick ass benefits. I may want “normal timmy” sometimes, I mean, I may just want you to be your normal self when we’re hanging out. I mean, we know you’re not fucking normal,” He said with a laugh. “But, let’s do this. If I snap my fingers, you’re “slave timmy” until I don’t want you to be. Deal?”
“Yes, Sir.” He snapped His fingers and chuckled.
All through the conversation, I would trim His perfect toes, file them smooth, and look Him in the eye as I sucked them free of debris. He seemed to really enjoy it, eventually fucking my mouth with His big toe, laughing as He pushed my head back and forth. It all seemed to feel as natural for Him as it was for me. I tried to at least give the indication that I had some sort of control of the situation, that I wasn’t the “mindless faggot” He described earlier.
The conversation stopped as we looked at each other. Soon, His hand found its way into His robe and he began to stroke Himself in time to His foot moving my head. His strong hand on His hardening penis. I could see bits of pre-cum forming on His perfect head. As much as I wanted it back in my mouth, I was in heaven with His toes being there instead. Then, He pulled his foot away and held in front of me. I wasn’t sure what to do, but didn’t have to wait long. He pressed it to my face and I began to kiss and lick His sole. “Yeah,” was all He said as He slowly moved it down, stopping to grab my nose between His big toe and second toe. My eyes were locked on His. He slowly moved my head from side to side with His foot. I was like a puppet, and His feet were holding my strings. “There is so much I want to do to you,” He said. “We’ll start slow, and I ain’t gonna hurt you. Well, not intentionally. There’s one thing my folks taught me. I needed to take care of my toys, because if I broke one, I couldn’t play with it anymore…” In all my days of fantasizing, I couldn’t believe this was happening. “I’m Your toy, Sir,” I mumbled. That made Him laugh, and He removed His toes from my nose.
“So, since we’re in “slave timmy” mode, get me another beer,” He said. I’d finished His feet, so I placed them to the side of me, stood up, and went to get another for Him. I opened it and handed it to Him, took my place on the bed, and He put His feet back in my lap. “They look good slave,” He said, “You should kiss my feet to thank Me.” I lifted His foot to my face and kissed it. “Good. Kiss it again.” I did. He said, “from now on, they should always look this good. It’s your job to make sure that happens. I shouldn’t have to ask, and you don’t want me to have to.”
“Of course, Sir.” I said. He smiled and then got a curious look on His face as if something was wrong. “Pick up the glass,” He said with a grin. “You ever eat your own cum?” He asked. I wasn’t going to lie and told Him that I hadn’t. “Any good?” He asked.
“I’ve only had mine and now Yours,” I answered. “And whose is better?” He asked. “Yours, Sir.”
“Good Answer. Pour it on my feet,” He said. I asked, “What?” He said, “Pour it on my fucking feet.” I looked at Him, then His feet, then Him, picked up the glass and poured my huge load onto them. Looking at His perfect toes covered in my semen made me start to harden up again. He slowly put one foot on top of the other and began to massage the semen around, laughing. “This could get exhausting,” He said, “Me getting whatever I want.”
He took sips of beer as He watched me looking at Him, then down to His feet. Suddenly, He said “Oh, fuck.” “What’s wrong?” I asked.a
“Well, I just showered and now my feet are all fucking dirty!” He looked at me and smiled. I slowly lifted one foot to my mouth, and slowly began licking it clean. He chuckled and smiled. “You know, there’s no reason you can’t enjoy this, too. You can fucking smile and show me you do.” I smiled as I wrapped my tongue around each newly clipped toe. Licking the tops, and under the toes, to be sure to get every drop. It wasn’t the taste of my own semen I was thinking about, it was about my new situation in life. I felt totally at ease at His feet, and under His control. When I’d finished with one foot, I looked up for approval.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Ah, that’s ‘Okay, Sir?’!” He inspected my work and gave a simple “Yep.” As I turned to take care of the other foot, He said, “Hey hand me that glass.” The cum glass? I reached to get and hand it to Him. “Yeah, that one,” He said. He took it from me and looked at it quizzingly. He looked at the glass, then me, then the glass. I lifted His other foot up slightly, and He said, “Wait.” I was confused.
“Am I doing something wrong, Sir?” I asked.
“Ah – no, no. You’re doing fine. I was just thinking about how hard you’ve been working today, and what we’ve accomplished.” That was a weird statement.
“It’s really not been about it being hard work, Bernie.”
“What was that, again?” He asked. Then I realized my mistake. “Sir,” I said.
He laughed. I laughed. We both laughed. Him holding the glass and me holding His cum-covered foot. “I just want us to always be able to enjoy a beer together,” He said.
“Me, too. Sir,” I offered, and we laughed again.
“Good,” He said. With that He took His beer and poured a bit into the glass. My smile faded a bit as He handed it to me. “Bottoms up!” He said. I took the glass, and He offered an “air cheers.” Now, at this point, I could have refused. But, why? I’d already had His cum in my mouth, and my own from His foot. I was truly going to do anything He told me to from now on.
“Bottoms up, Sir,” I said and drank down the glass.
“Fucking epic,” He said, and motioned for me to clean the still dirty foot. I smiled looking down at it and continued my duty. When I’d finished, He stood before me, His cock pointing forward. I looked at Him, then moved myself to His crotch. He firmly put His hand on my head and said, “No!” When I looked up in confusion. “Listen, here’s what you’re gonna have to understand. This is all about Me now, not you. So, if I want something, you’ll do it, but I’m not here for your needs. You’re here for MY needs. Understand?” I nodded. “Good,” He continued. “To tell you the truth, you kinda wore me out today. I need my rest to get back into shape!”
He laughed and I followed. He reached and grabbed the sock from the floor and tossed it in my lap. “You can sleep with these tonight. But, no jacking off. I’m serious about that.” With that, He turned, put on His boxers, and went into His bed. I grabbed the pair of socks and got up to turn off the lights. Returning to my bed, I could hear his breathing. I climbed into bed carefully, as not to disturb Him, laid on my back and focused on His breathing. I put His socks to my nose and inhaled as quietly as I could, trying to match the rhythm of my Master. I closed my eyes and smiled.
To be continued
