by Mikey
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From the moment I saw this guy walk into our school, it was seriously clear that he was the biggest poof you could meet.
I actually didn’t even know he came until about a week after because it was the only time I’d cared enough to take any notice of the little punce. He was smart, apparently, a smartass at that, and I thought that it may be a good idea to see what he was like - not that I really give a flying fuck anyway.
“Hey you, what’s your name?” I demanded while looking the other way,
“Uh..”
He saw me. I wont lie, I’m not small, and I wont lie that I’m fucking sexy and popular. If he was gay, then this wouldn’t be the first time a poof has fallen for me, they need to start queuing up.
“What the hell, I asked what your fucking name was. You gonna tell me?”
“Yeah um.. It’s – haha – it’s Marc.”
“I’m not trying to eat you for God’s sake, I just asked your name. Get lost, loser.”
“Sorry man, I didn’t mean to flinch. I’m really sorry, I’m going. I’ll go wherever you want just tell me.”
“Go to the library loser, where you clearly fucking need to be. Go.”
“I’m g-g-going.”
Obviously gay. But I actually don’t know what made me laugh more, the fact that he literally couldn’t say speak and it seemed like he would do whatever the fuck I’d make him do in a heartbeat incase I broke him into two pieces, or that he started stuttering. Could he make it any more damn obvious he was gay? There was something about him that that intrigued me, I wanted to know about him. That task did not seem hard at all, just from that. I knew that he was like every other fag and would do exactly as I asked, even if I told him to stick his head down a chimney.
I unfortunately didn’t make contact with him until the end of the week, but even then he just managed to slip out of my grip – only with the help of our year co-ordinator who needed him.
For the next three months, I saw him more often because he was moved to my class, and he became more and more obsessed with me and was becoming more and more submissive to everything I said. But one day, everything changed when I absently-mindedly, sort of, “dared” him to do something. From then on, I knew this guy was exactly what I wanted, and he couldn’t resist it either. We saw each other after my soccer game, and I was the last to leave because I forgot my towel because I just couldn’t be fucked showering after the game today.
I saw him walk up and I knew what he wanted, but I let him start talking because usually he ends up stuttering over me again, and that’s when you can start poking at his feelings.
“Aww c’mon, please come to the party, it would be so great to have you there,” he begged.
“No really, I’m not fucking going even if you got down and licked my sweaty feet.”
He stopped for a moment, looked down and hesitated, as if he was thinking, "I wish...”
“I’ll.. I’d um, I’ll do that... anyway,” he said nervously, “I would.. lick your feet..”
I burst into laughter and said, “Lick my fucking feet you sicko? Especially when they’re so sweaty? I just finished a soccer game idiot, biiiiig mistake.”
This was perfect but, even though I thought it might be weird. I want to see how having some little dick do whatever I wanted on demand was like. Do my homework whenever I asked, organise anything I like, kneel to me, do my assignments, and even... Well in this case, lick my feet. Maybe it’d be hot, it sounds like it, my feet are always tired from soccer and they sweat like hell, so getting them licked would really be a godsend now that I think of it.
I grabbed him by the hair with his squeals as he yelled, “I’m sorry! I'm seriously sorry I didn’t mean that, it was stupid just forget it,” and took him to the bus area.
I told him to pay for both of our tickets and I obviously said it so commandingly that he looked at me and couldn’t even look me in the eyes for two seconds. He stared at the ground and looked blankly out the windscreen while purchasing the tickets.
We got on, I made him sit right at the front of the bus and told him not move or talk to anyone until he saw me get off, in which case he would follow me. I went back to my usual spot at the back of bus with my friends and I really did have an especially good ride home, knowing that I’ve got a slave for keeps now.
We walked in, I pointed at the couch and I basically threw him onto it because he was a weak little cunt. His head landing so close to the nearby table too. He really began to beg now, “I’m sorry please forgive me, I’ll do anything just let me go, I didn’t mean what I said before – you don’t have to come to the party!”
I smirked, "Oh you're going to do anything I fucking like," and sat on the adjacent couch, satisfied.
“Get on the floor dick, you’re going to do whatever the hell I tell you do from now on whether you like it or not, and if you don’t, I’ll make sure everyone knows what you said. I own you bitch, don’t say a fucking word unless I ask you to. Now get on the floor and take off my shoes.”
Attacking someone socially is control, in my opinion, especially because he was defenceless, he had nothing to say to me as I looked absolutely disgusted at him from above. He really did look like a slave from up here.
“Now you’re going to do exactly what you told me you’d do, and I hope you like sweaty, slave. Now say, ‘yes master’ like you will from now on.”
He really flinched now, but he knew he’d been beaten. I felt this overwhelming sense of satisfaction from knowing that this little prick could not say boo to me now.
“Yes master...” Marc said, empty.
He starting taking off my shoes and God it felt good to be released after that intense game. My socks were stained yellow from the soles and you could see the imprint, and he was quite clearly in shock, but loving it.
“Yumm...” I heard him mumble.
He didn’t even give me a second before he starting rubbing his nose over my foot, sniffing, gnawing at my foot (which was really nice actually, especially when he did it harder), and slurping on my socks.
It seriously felt good, but after ten minutes on each sock, I thought it’s time for the main course.
“Take off my socks, with your teeth too, but don’t try and move my foot with your hand.”
He was a bit puzzled now and laid his head underneath my foot, trying to pull it up with his teeth. I had to take advantage of the situation, I just had to! I slammed my foot straight in his face and he screamed, but it was muffled under my foot. I starting rubbing my foot around his face, feeling up his nose, sticking my toes in his mouth (which he loved because he kept sucking), and pushing down really hard, flat on his face. You could hear him in pain when I did that, which was great because this bitch was finally in his place. I pushed harder and harder and rubbed harder until he screamed that he couldn’t take it anymore.
I loosened a little bit.
“I’ll stop on one condition. You have to swear to be my slave and do whatever the hell I say. You’ll come over and do my chores whenever I ask, you’ll do all my homework, all my assignments, and please me in any other way I see fit, whether you like it or you fucking hate it.”
I kept going, putting more pressure to shut him up a little bit.
“You’ll call me master, and any other rules I come up with over time you will agree to. You wont tell anybody and you WILL be my fucking slave.”
He was screaming yes, yes, yes since I started talking. I pushed in one more time just to hear him in utter pain and took my foot off him. He looked so relieved, ready to fix himself up.
“Take off my sock, now, and starting licking like you told me you would.”
“Please, master, may I have a second, that really hurt. I will do whatever you command, just let me recover for a second.”
I got a little pissed now, and I slammed my other foot directly on his face and he begged, “OK, OK!”
This was way too good, he can’t say no and I’m basking in it. He took off my sock properly now and he stopped a little when he hit the crevice in between in my toes and sole, where it usually gets seriously sweaty. He smelled that and licked it for a little while, which I really enjoyed because it felt amazing to have that part tongue-bathed with his saliva and my sweat.
He continued, pulling it up, and he put it aside. I said one word and without a second I felt the most amazing, but slightly ticklish thing, I have ever come to feel in my entire life.
“Lick.”
He went up and down with his tongue across my sole, slurping up sweating on the sides and middle of my foot, which felt like hot air sucking on you, and the moved up to suck on my toes. That felt soooooo good! I can hardly describe it, he just did it so well. He licked them clean, took all the lint out and ate it even without me making him do it. He licked it furiously, taking into account every detail of my right foot and paying attention to any particularly pinky-yellow bits which he seemed to most enjoy.
I can hardly get over how good it is to have your feet licked! It was amazing, and I could hardly wait for him to start my left foot.
“Left foot, lick better, faster and stronger. I want all the lint eaten, I want my toes sucked perfectly and I want to feel it, and I want to be treated like I am your God – because, I am now and you will do whatever I say.”
He was diving deeper and deeper into submitting to me now.
Needless to say, my slave does basically everything for me. Sometimes I don’t know where I’d be without him doing everything. My feet are always catered for and I make him do so many other things. There was this one time where I wouldn’t let him have my feet just to see his reaction, and he was so close to bursting into tears that I said that he’ll spend the whole night in a tiny little cage if he just got to taste one foot for a minute even.
He’s completely under my control and I fucking love it.
