by Zac
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You may call me Norman.
From the time I was very young I've known that I was attracted to men's feet. I think it was in the summer when I realized. Summer is the time where everyone is either barefoot or wearing sandals.
Anyways not a single soul knew about my attraction to men. In my younger days I would watch batman a lot. I adored the idea of two men (Batman and Robin) sleeping in the same bed, in a mansion with a butler and flowers. Even though Batman had no powers, he was still commanding, powerful and sexy.
Often I would fool around with this fellow. I forget his name but we used to play together in his tent in his basement. We would take off all our clothes and just tackle each other. I was usually his slave and he was my master. I would put my head up to his bare bottom and he would let out a huge fart. I relished the odor of the fart and I told him so. Perhaps this started it all.
A few years later it really kicked in. I had a crush on one of my peers. I think his name was Josh but his last name escapes me. He was rich. Really rich. Anything he wanted he got. He had a servant (just like Batman) who tended to his every need. He was well built. Just bulging with muscle. He was almost perfect except he had an average I.Q. He didn’t know about my sexuality. No one did, it was also then a mystery to me.
One day I was talking to my friends about the up-coming Biology test. Neither of us had a clue about the material. What does Biology have to do with life anyway? He came over to me and said:
''Hey Norman. You wanna come over to my house and study later?"
"Ya sure Josh." His voice boned me. I had a crush on him for so long.
"So we can take breaks and fool around with my new stuff".
Fool around? I knew what he meant but my cock didn't.
That evening I found myself alone with him in his room. Both his parents were out. His mom was a whore and his dad was a model. His bitchy little sister was god knows where and the servant had a day off.
''Hey Norman everyday when I get home from school, my personal servant always gives me a foot massage. He isn't here today so my feet are really tense.''
Every thing was right about those sentences. "Personal'', ''servant'', ''foot massage'', ''feet'' and went straight to my already fat cock.
''Do you think you could just rub it a couple times for me.''
''ok." obviously I pretended not to be turned on but I think he saw through my ruse.
As I massaged those positively majestic feet of his he moaned like he was entering a hot bath. I wanted to moan too but it would blow my cover. He took off his belt and I stopped massaging his feet and I looked at him. ''Did I tell you to stop?"
''No but what are you doing with your belt"
"I'm commanding power"
I thought he was just talking out of his ass. He was stinking rich remember. His parents were morally bankrupt so they bought him everything. You'd be surprised. I soon discovered that they bought him an electric stunner. He held it high ad told me ''I'm taking you as my slave. Undress me".
I said in my sexiest voice: "You don’t need a stunner to get me to do that".
He knew where this was going and both of us liked it. I started with his shirt. It showed of his well- toned muscles when it was on … but baby when that shirt came off it was clear – He was a god!
He took the rest of his clothes off. I saw his penis but there's something I forgot to mention: I’m not really attracted to the penis. It’s mainly the feet and the upper body.
So there he stood in all his greatness. I got on my hands and knees and started kissing his feet. He' like ''forget that, lets get to the good stuff"
''Yes master.''
He lay down on his beautiful bed, on his front and said ''clean my ass hole you shit."
''Yes master''. I did what I was told and it was the greatest thing I ever did in my life. That feeling I got. The feeling that I was someone else's property. The feeling of being owned, used and objectified. I was kneeling there with my tough and toilet paper for this god of a man. It was miraculous.
I got up and we made out. Me and his foot that is. I still have a picture of the event but more are probably in my closet. We did this for about four years once a week religiously.
Of course I failed that Biology test but I aced high school.
So I guess the lesson learned here is that you should keep your eyes opened because you never know who might turn out to be your type.
