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He moved into the building I was living in 5 years ago. When I saw him in his shorts, I saw his Irish looking legs and knew his feet would just be beautiful. Weeks later, he did it; he came into a room I was in wearing sandals. I knew it! Beautiful Irish feet! You know the kind--muscular and wide towards the toes and skinny near the ankles. Beautiful toes, perfectly shaped.
I thought about the day I would have those feet! I moved at the end of that year, but not too long after that he happened to move into the same building I was living in again.
Years went by, and we were sort of friends but did things only in a group of guys. Three months ago, he asked me if I wanted to start lifting weights with him. I jumped at the offer, and went crazy every time we lift together, having fantasies about his feet. I wanted so badly to smell them and feel the sweat, pull his socks off with my mouth and lick them. One day I went into his living quarters when he was not there and smelled his socks and shoes and it got me so fired up, they smelled soooo good. I did not know what type of person he was when it came to this area.
One day at lunch, he told me and some guys a story about one time when he was drinking and a friend of his got very drunk and obnoxious. So they tied him up and gagged him because he would not stop bothering them. With this I knew he could be into some kinky action. So a few days later it was time for me to act as the out of control drunk ... but really get my way in total control. I asked him to go out drinking and he said he had no money so I took a few bottles of Jack to his room.
We drank and laughed. After a while he slipped off his shoes and wow were his feet nice. I could smell the aroma of the 'all day in the shoe'. I brought up the story of him tying up his buddy and we laughed.
I said, "if you get crazy I might have to tie you up."
He replied with, "Remember, I am Irish and can handle this Jack, but it is you who might get out of control and need to be tended to."
We both laughed. I then waited about ten minutes, sneaking more alcohol into his drink. Then I got up, pretending to be very drunk, and took the neck tie he had on the table and wrapped it around his hands. He started to laugh so hard, and then in an instant, threw me on the ground. Before I knew what happened he had tied my hands behind me.
He looked at me, and said, "Just as I thought, out of control. I'll fix this. Too bad I don't have rope here."
I said, "you know I am not drunk and was kidding."
He laughed and said, "So what do you think would be a good payback for trying to tie me up."
I made my way over toward him on the floor as he was thinking and I reached my tied hands for his socks.
He said, "Oh, yeah, you got a good idea, I will use my socks as ropes, and yours too."
He started to untie my hands and I was confused, but just as quickly as he untied me, he took my sock off and tied it to my hand . . . and then to the one leg of the couch. Then he took my other sock and tied my other hand to the other leg of the couch. Then he undid my pants' button and zipper and pulled them off from the leg bottoms. He then took the neck tie and tied my feet
together and tied them to the knob of the door to the room. I was helpless. He then sat on the couch and made another drink. I thought I goofed and this was the end, but he was letting me suffer in waiting.
After 10 minutes he put his shoes on and began to run around the room for about 10 more minutes. I thought it was all over . . . he was really drunk. But no, he was getting his feet ready for me and getting them sweaty again. He then came back to the couch sat down tore his shoes off and placed his sweaty feet on my face right over my nose and mouth.
"Good eh? Now take them off with your mouth," he commanded.
As I did, I could taste his sweat and it was good and smelled good. Then he placed his bare feet on my mouth and nose, all around and shoved his toes in my mouth. He said, " Now you are mine. You will be my foot slave for the rest of the week so do not make any plans. I waited for this week because I knew you were off of work and had no commitments."
I licked and sucked for about a half hour then he shoved his socks into my mouth. "Now what," I thought. (I was loving every minute of it)
Then he went to work on my feet!
WOW! WOW! WOW! He licked so well. He moved up my legs and down to my feet, then he turned into a 69 position and pulled his socks from my mouth with his toes and shoved his toes into my mouth again and mine into his. I burst my load at this point but it did not stop him. When he shot his, he untied the socks from the couch but not from my hands, he tied them together and the same with my feet and led me into the bed room, where he tied me in the same manner to his bed. He slept with his face on my feet and his feet in my face.
The next morning he led me to the shower tied up, and washed me down, then tied me back to his bed. He got dressed and went off to work, and told me not to go anywhere, (as if I could) he had a surprise for me. Nine hours later, he returned and jumped into bed with the smelliest feet I ever smelled. They were so wet from sweat. He made me lick and service them in many ways and then he started tickle tortures on mine, as if he read up on various techniques all day.
He got out a needle and went real slow with the sharp point. It drove me crazy and he saw that, so he did it for what felt like 2 hours. I shot about 3 loads. He then changed his socks. He went into a plastic sealed bag and pulled out white socks that looked wet. He said he kept them there so they'd stay wet and smelly. He left in shorts and said he was going jogging.
When he came back, he took me and untied me from the bed, and tied me to some big X-type structure, arms and legs spread. Then he took the structure with me on it and turned it upside down against the wall. Then he laid on the floor and placed those wet smelly socks on my upside down face. WOW did they smell . . . WOW was he sweaty . . . WOW was it GOOD! I shot a load. Then he made me take off the socks again with my mouth.
He continued with his feet in my face and in my mouth. I shot another load, I was just too excited. Then he took those smelly socks and tied one around my mouth and nose to keep me smelling his sweat. And he tied one around my neck half cutting off the circulation. He then tortured my feet with sharp objects, his tongue and his fingers. I think I came three times, maybe
four.
Then he went for the rest of my body, and tickled every inch of it. I must of shot another load, and passed out from the tremendous high of cumming and having the air cut off. (do not try this yourself). I do not know what happened, all I know is I woke up in his bed, cleaned up and tied up again to his bed. He then sat me up and fed me pizza. I slept with his feet in my face again. Then next morning, he left me again, and said I will be back at lunch time today.
He actually returned in three hours with four other men, and they all had the sweaty-est smelly-est feet. What did I do to deserve this?!?!?!? It was an afternoon delight. They placed me back on the X and this time tied something around my balls spreading them without mercy. They tied one of the socks around my penis and tied it bound up. And again a sock around my neck
cutting off half the blood.
Foot after foot after foot, licking smelling, licking great sweat from between toes, they all took turns at me feet, and they spread themselves all over my body. I think I passed out ... all I know the next thing I remember I was in another bedroom tied so tightly. When I came to, they said, "We have decided to share you for the next three days. We all belong to the Irish club, and have been looking for foot service and a foot slave. Your release depends on your performance."
I slept in a different bed for the next three nights, with different feet in my mouth every night. Each guy had his favorite tickle tortures, and each guy's feet smelled better than the others'. When they released me, they gave me a plastic bag full of socks, with the demand that I am their Friday and Saturday night foot slave until they do not want me any more. The said if I did not comply, they would see to it that I would lose my job, and my apartment.
Every time me and Sean lift, I remember that famous first night. I think he knows I really am enjoying being their slave, but we continue to act like he got me and paid me back for being drunk. As I said, Irish feet are beautiful and taste good. Don't ever let an Irish guy fool you, they want your feet as bad as you want theirs. The same is true for Germans.
The End
I am 38 and if you know of anyone in the Pittsburgh PA area let me know please. Email: teefcil@yahoo.com
