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His name is Kristopher and he is a fox. I was attracted to him the
first time I met him. He has chestnut brown hair, cut rather short
and is a little over six feet tall. He is also slender but not too
skinny. Just about what I consider to be average. But, god, he is
cute. And since he is so tall, he also has large feet (size 13). He
also has a cocky attitude and is slightly vulgar. He has no problem
telling people to kiss his ass when they piss him off. Thinking
about kissing his ass makes me horny and if he ever told me to do it,
I would tell him, "If you are man enough to drop your drawers, then
I,d be man enough to pucker up. Just to see what he would do. Up
till now, all I did was daydream about it, and then one day, my
opportunity came knocking on the door. This is what happened.
We work for the same company, but in different departments. I am the
manager of our Help Desk and he works as a Technical Account
Manager. It was his responsibility to go to our customer,s site and
set up their hardware and install their software. Then, once they
have been set up, our Help Desk supports the customer if any
technical questions should arise. Well, upper management decided it
would be beneficial if Help Desk employees were to accompany the TAMs
to do an install. They assigned me to go with Kristopher to set up
one of our customer,s stores. It was going to be an overnighter so
they booked us in a hotel and, to save money, we were to share a
room. Boy, was I looking forward to this.
The day came for the install and we finished loading up the van with
the equipment. It was late in the afternoon, so we made arrangements
to meet back at the office in a few hours so we could get a chance to
eat dinner and get our clothes packed for the trip. I went home,
packed, got a bite to eat and then returned to the office, thinking
about how I would get a chance to see this guy undressing in our room
during our stay there and even smell his socks and lick his Nikes
while he was in the shower or something. The only problem was that
even though I was attracted to guys, and especially their feet, no
one knew about it. I was too afraid that I would be ostracized if
people knew, so I kept it a secret. But now, I would be spending the
night with this guy and I wanted to worship him, suck his toes and
smell his feet. But you can,t just offer to do that to someone
without them getting turned off by it, so I was stuck to worship him
in my mindor was I?
We drove to the customer,s site together and because I hated driving,
I let him drive. It was going to be a two-hour trip. All I could do
is think about what I could do to get him to let me worship his hot
ass. We drove for an hour or so and just chatted about this and that
to pass the time. As we drove along, I kept thinking about what I
could do to get him to let me smell his feet or suck his toes. While
I was in silent in thought, I noticed that he started up again with
his habit of picking at the skin on the end of his nose. It was a
nervous habit he had that everyone at work picked on him for. He
didn,t actually pick his nose; he just rubbed the tip of it with his
two fingers. But we all made fun of him as if he were actually
picking it. It was something he did when he was nervous just like
some people bite their nails. Even though it looked rather strange,
he did it in front of people all the time. We would say, "There he
goes again, picking his nose. Sometimes he would get pissed off at
people and tell them to kiss his ass. I thought to myself, now would
be the perfect time to open that door.
I wanted to worship this guy and do whatever it took to get him to
make me his slave and the best way I thought I could do that and not
make it look like I obvious was to get him to win a bet where I would
do whatever he wanted me to. I saw a commercial on TV that had a
very similar theme. These two guys were watching a sports game on TV
while they ate pizza. The one guy makes the comment about his team
winning and now the other guy was a loser and had to do his laundry
and wash his car. They had obviously made a bet that the one guy
lost. Then the loser made a comment about how the pizza was really
good and wanted to know who delivered it. The winner of the bet
replied that the pizza was store-bought and not delivered. The loser
insisted that, pizza that good had to be delivered and so the winner
again offered another bet. The next scene, you see the loser in an
elevator with no clothes on and a man enters the elevator and asks
him if he lost another bet. He just lowers his head in shame and
says, "Yeah. I thought that if I could get Kristopher to make a bet
like this, I could get him to make me do to him what I was in reality
dying to do, but it would look like it was his idea and I could do it
without looking like it was my idea. So, I brought up the subject of
this commercial.
"Have you ever seen that DiGiorno,s Pizza commercial? I asked him,
hoping that he had seen it.
"You mean the one where the guy ends up having to go to work naked?
he asked.
"Yeah, that,s too funny. I commented, waiting to see what he would
think.
"The guy was a moron for making the bet, I mean, who would really
make a bet like that over a pizza being delivered or not? he
exclaimed, hypothetically.
"Yeah, well I would definitely make ANY bet, if I was sure I would
win. You know, like with you right nowI,d bet you that you can,t
make it the rest of the way to the customer,s site without picking
your nose. I baited him, hoping he would bite.
"I don,t pick my nose! I just rub the end of it. He announced with
a tone of irritation in his voice as he dropped his hand away from
his nose.
"I don,t care what you call it, I challenged, "you can,t go that
long without touching your nose and I would be willing to bet
anything cause I know I would win.
"Yeah, well I,m going to make you eat your words. How much money do
you want to lose? came back the reply.
"I tell you what, I need my money for this trip, so instead of
betting money, I will bet you that if you can make it to the
customer,s site without touching your nose even once, then I will
grovel at your feet and tell you how great you are or anything else
you want, until you get tired of it. I offered.
I was very careful to word the bet this way. I wanted it to sound as
though I was offering to praise him about being great or praise him
about anything else that he wanted. But if you separate the
statement, it could also be interpreted as if I would praise him or
DO anything else that he wanted me to do, until he was tired of me
doing it. In this way, I was sure that if he would win the bet he
would try to twist what I said to his benefit and make me do whatever
came to his mind. And I would be sure to give him plenty of ideas to
have me please him.
"And if I lose? What do I have to do? he asked.
"Nothing, because just seeing you struggle to keep from picking your
nose is enough to make me laugh. I stated, forcing a laugh out to
make my point.
"Oh yeah, well you,re on, mister, and you are going to be on you
knees groveling for a good long while, I can tell you that right
now. He threatened.
"We,ll just see about that, Digger,, I called him to spur him on.
"You just keep that up and I will laugh at you as you are groveling
at my feet while you tell me that I was right and you were wrong and
how great I am and how pathetic you are! he sneered.
The trap was set and I was getting horny just thinking about what he
could have me do for him. It gave me a mental rush thinking about me
at his feet with him sitting there with a devilish grin as I made him
out to be an object of worship. What I had to do now was to make
sure that he would win.
"Boy, it really feels good to rub the end of my nose, I would say as
I rubbed my nose. "I bet you wish you could do this right about
now. I taunted him. This just made him more determined not to touch
his nose and ensured me of the loss of the bet. I reminded him every
fifteen minutes or so with another dig, just in case he forgot and
tried to touch his nose without thinking.
"Yeah, well, I will rub my nose as much as I want as soon as we get
there and we only have about half an hour to go. And then you are
going to wish you never made this bet. He threatened.
"Well, we,re not there yet, and I know you are going crazy wanting to
touch your nose. I replied.
He just sniggered.
The rest of the trip went by fast and we arrived at the customer,s
site and he had a big smile on his face.
"Well, well, wellit looks like someone needs to start worshipping me
at my feet. He was trying to rub it in. "What do you have to say
now, big shot? Huh? What about how great I am? You,re not saying
too much. You,re not going to back out on out bet are you? Come on,
tell me how great I am loser!
"You are going to have to wait until we get to the hotel room. I
clarified, "Then, and only then will I fulfill my part of the bet.
I said, with my cock starting to get hard.
"Oh, you will alright. You can be sure of it! And you are going to
be on your knees groveling at my feet like the pathetic loser you
are, he stated.
We brought the equipment in to the store and set it in the back room
where we would be setting it up the next day. We made arrangements
with the store,s owner on what we would be doing tomorrow and then
got back in the van and headed for the hotel.
"Are you ready to get on you knees and grovel? he asked with a smirk
on his face.
"I was hoping you forgot about that by now. I lied.
"Not on your life. You were stupid enough to make the bet and I am
looking forward to you worshipping me. You,re going to get down on
you knees and fall at my feet, boy. And since you said that you
would do it until I was tired of it, I think I will let you grovel
all evening until I am ready to go to bed. How do you like that?
Huh, groveller? Do you like the idea of spending the evening at my
feet like a pathetic nobody?
He was getting cockier every minute and it made me horny as hell.
But I wanted him to do more than just make me grovel, I wanted to be
his slave and have him make me get him off. I was trying to think of
a way to "up the stakes on the bet when we pulled in to the hotel
parking lot.
"What, nothing to say? Well you will be saying a lot soon. Let,s
get the room keys so I can see you humiliate yourself loser. God,
how cocky he was. I wanted him badly.
We got the room and grabbed our bags from the van and then walked
down the hall to the room. I was getting hard thinking about what
was about to happen. It almost made me dizzy in expectation. I have
always wanted to be at his feet, but could never just say, "Hey would
you mind if I sucked your toes? without sounding so bizarre, and now
he was going to make me do what I have always dreamed of.
He put the key card in the reader and turned the doorknob. The door
swung open and he went in and called from in the room, "get in here
and you better be on your knees as you come crawling in, too.
He gave me such a head rush. I got down on my knees and came in
shuffling my bag along side of me as the door closed behind me. He
sat down on the bed and left his legs hanging over the side. His
feet were so inviting. They were a size 13 and he was wearing a pair
of leather Nike high-tops and the bottoms of his pant legs were
bunched at his ankles where they stopped just behind the tongue of
his sneakers. The white leather of his Nike,s were shiny and creased
where his feet bent them as he walked in them every day. They were
well worn and broken in. He had them laced to the top and tied with
a double knot so that they could not untie by themselves. I wanted to
run my tongue over the leather as he wiggled his toes inside them.
"Get over here and start telling me how awesome I am and how pathetic
you are loser, and hurry up. He commanded.
My mouth went dry all of a sudden as my cock started to harden. I
did not want him to think that I was going to enjoy this so I faked a
disgusted look on my face as I worked my way over to him.
"Start groveling. He said as he held his feet up and placed one on
each of my shoulders and forced my head down to the floor with his
feet and then placed his Nikes under my face.
"You are so awesome, I started out. I was careful to speak in a
sarcastic tone so he would think that I was challenging him, but I
also wanted him to think of the possibilities he had open to him, if
only he would make me do them. So I suggested, "I am not worthy to
massage your feet, because you are so great. I am not even worthy to
kiss your feet or lick the toe jam from between your toes because I
am just a nothing. I hoped that if I said stuff like this, he would
think about making me do it as an act of humiliation then command me
to do it.
"That,s a nice touch, what a good idea! I think I,ll have you do
that too. Pull my shoes off and rub my feet. He laughed.
I had to make him think that I would resist, so I replied, "Wait a
minute, I told you I would grovel at your feet and tell you how
awesome you are. Rubbing your feet was not part of the bet.
"If I remember correctly, you said you would do ANYTHING I wanted
until I was tired of it. And I want you to rub my feet. So pull my
shoe off, right now, and start rubbing! he commanded as he lifted
his foot up toward my face again.
It was working perfectly. I could now raise the stakes and be his
slave and do whatever he wanted. I just had to get him to bet again.
"No, what I said was that I would TELL you anything you want, not DO
anything you want. I lied.
"You said, Tell me how great I am OR whatever else I wanted., So
you will do what ever I want. That was the bet and you lost, so now
you will do what I tell you. Pull off my sneakers and rub my feet,
right now, or I will make you eat my toe jam and suck my toes clean
for being disobedient.
He was not going to let up on this and he was making me horny enough
that I would do literally anything he wanted. So I wanted to seal it
with another bet.
"If you want me to do whatever you want then you have to win another
bet. I challenged.
"Ok, double or nothing it is then. If you win, it cancels the first
bet, he explained, "but if I win, you will have to do WHATEVER I
tell you to do, no matter what it is. Is that clear? he asked.
"It,s a bet. If I win, I am free. I stated. I couldn,t believe
it; he made the bet I was going to suggest myself, except, I didn,t
want to be let out of my end of it.
"Yeah, but if I win, you are going to be my slave and do everything I
command, even rub my feet. And anything else that pleases me, like
well let,s just see who wins the bet first. The look on his face
was devious. I did not know what he had in his mind, but his
attitude was turning me on so bad that I was sure I wanted to do
whatever it was.
He went over to the TV, turned it on and then started surfing the
channels until he found the 10:00 news. The sports review for the
day was going to be on after the commercial and he said "Ok, the bet
is going to be that the Celtics are going to win their game today.
If they lose, you are released from our first bet. And if they win,
you will do exactly whatever I want, with no complaints or any
questions for as long as we are here. Deal? he asked.
"That,s right. I will be free. I confirmed.
"More like my fucking slave. He laughed.
"You,re the one who will lose, Krissy! I called him. I knew he
hated it when people called him Krissy. He spelled his name with
a "K and Krissy is obviously a girl,s name. But I wanted to
aggravate him so that he would come up with some nasty things for me
to do for him.
"Shut up and don,t call me that. He raised his voice. I could see
it irritated him. Perfect - this will work out just as I planned.
"Krissy, Krissy, Krissy. What,s the matter? You don,t like me
calling you Krissy? I kept teasing him.
"Kiss my ass! he replied.
My cock jumped at the thought of him making me kiss his ass.
"If you want me to kiss your ass, then you,ll just have to win the
bet and make me do it, Sissy Krissy. I wanted to plant another idea
in his head, hoping he would make me do it.
"Shut your fucking hole, he screamed "or I,ll shut it for you.
"And how do you plan on doing that, Krissy? Do you think I am just
going to stuff a sock in it? Huh, Krissy?
"You got it asshole. After you kiss my ass, I,m gonna stuff my sock
in your fat mouth just as soon as soon as the news comes back on and
declares me the winner. And I will make you keep it in your mouth
until you learn to keep it shut. He warned.
Just as he finished making his declaration, the news came back from
the commercial break and the announcer gave the scores from today,s
games. And sure enough, the Celtics won.
"Now, slave, let me tell you something! You are going to get over
here and you,re going to kiss my ass and then I want you to pull my
shoes off. Is that clear? He demanded.
"Yes I said. It was hard to speak. I was getting a knot in my
throat thinking about my dream coming true.
"Yes what? He asked.
"Yes Ok. I replied.
"No, that,s yes, Master. He continued, "you are going to call me
master from now on and I am going to make you do whatever I want.
And right now I want you pucker up cause I am going to teach you a
lesson. I want to show you what your big mouth has gotten you into.
Now, get over here and kiss my ass. He commanded.
He rolled over on the bed so that his ass was facing up. But he did
not pull his pants down. I wanted to stick my face in his crack, but
I guess he was not comfortable enough to pull his pants down in front
of another guy. So I kissed his ass anyhow, through his Levis.
"I can,t believe you just did that. He exclaimed. "I didn,t think
you would actually do what I told you.
I just looked at him, not knowing what to say.
"This is going to be fun, he said with a grin on his face. "It
looks like I really got myself a little slave. So, do you think it
was funny calling me Krissy? he asked with a smirk.
"Not anymore I lied.
"I told you I was going to teach you not to call me that and now
you,re going to learn what it,s like to disobey your master. Pull
off my shoes, slave. He demanded.
I didn,t do anything in response.
"Did you hear me? He asked with a threatening voice.
"Yes, master. I answered.
"So get on with it, get down on your knees and pull off my sneakers
and my socks too. He commanded as he rolled over and lifted his left
foot.
I knelt down and untied his left shoe and wrapped my hand around his
heel and pulled. It did not want to move at first so I pulled
harder. His foot started to slide out slowly and then it came off
with one final tug. He sighed lightly as his foot was freed from the
sweaty leather. He started wiggling his toes and flexed his foot
back and forth stretching out his ankle. His white cotton sock
hugged his giant feet. I could smell the scent of the damp leather
coming out of his hot sneaker. It aroused me greatly.
"Yeah, that,s right, and do the other one too and hurry up. He said.
I untied the other one as well, but this one must have been laced a
little bit tighter because it would not come as freely as the other
one did. I grabbed it with both hands and pulled. It still would
not move. So I started to loose the laces and he barked out,
"What are you doing?
"I can,t pull it off, so I am loosening the laces, duh. I replied.
"Oh no you,re not! Pull on it again. He said. This time as I tried
to pull the Nike off his giant foot, he placed his other foot just
under my nose and started pushing against my face for leverage.
"How does that smell, huh? Don,t that smell good? He laughed as
he wiggled his toes and smeared his sweat on my lips and nose. "You
just wait til I stuff my sock in you mouth, cause then you,re gonna
taste it too.
I could feel the heat from sweaty foot cover my lips and chin. The
smell was delicious. It was a mixture of leather and sweat and was
slightly musty. As he pushed against my face with his foot, it
parted my lips and his white, cotton sock rubbed against my teeth.
Then his sneaker gave and came flying off as I fell over backwards. I
could feel the cool air on the spot where his sweaty foot had been
pressed against my mouth and could still faintly smell his foot
odor. Now I really wanted to taste it.
"Now, he said, "I told you not to call me Krissy and since you
didn,t obey me, now you are going to pay for it. Get back over here
and pull off my socks, so I can stuff them in your big hole.
I did as he asked and my cock started to swell some more. I wondered
what they would taste like after he had been sweating in them all day
long. I pulled off his first sock and could feel the heat coming
from it as his foot slipped out and fell back to the floor. I
started to pull the other one off too and as it slipped over his heel
and came off in my hand, I started to lay it on the floor next to the
other one.
"Oh no you don,t! he said. "Open your fat mouth! he said with a
grin.
I looked at him and my mouth started to water in expectation. He
leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed the sock out of my hand
and wadded it into a ball, making sure that his sweaty heel and toes
were on the outside of the clump.
"I said OPEN YOUR MOUTH, you little fucker! he shouted as he grabbed
the back of my head and pushed his smelly sock into my face.
As I opened my mouth, he shoved the damp sock in and I could taste
his sweat instantly. It was salty-sweet and it covered my whole
tongue. Then he grabbed the other sock and told me the hold still as
he wrapped it around my head and tied it in the back. He pulled it
so tight that it jammed his other sock in further and prevented me
from spitting it back out. Then he grabbed the heel of the sock and
pulled it up over my nose so that his sweat would be the only thing I
could smell. "Leave this where I am putting it and take a deep
breath. He laughed.
Since his sock was packed in my mouth, I had to breathe through my
nose and he made sure that the smelliest part of his sock was placed
securely under my nose. There was nothing I could do but smell and
taste his smelly, sweaty feet. I took a deep breath and sucked in
his musty, damp foot sweat through my nose.
"How do you like that, huh slave? Do you like that? Well, just get
used to it, cause I am going to use you like this for the next couple
of days. You are going to learn to love my sweaty feet. Now, as you
suck my sock there, I want you to rub my feet. And you better do a
good job, or I will make you lick them clean too. Now, get on it
while I watch some TV.
He lay back on the bed and stuck his feet in my lap. I started
rubbing them. I massaged his toes and the balls of his feet and then
worked my way down to his heels. I worked on each one, rubbing and
massaging them as the sweat slowly dried from off of his feet. After
about ten minutes, he looked down at me and said, "That,s great, it
feels wonderful, but it is not good enough. You can take my sock out
of your mouth now and start sucking my toes. I want you to clean the
toe jam from in between my toes just like you said you were not
worthy to do.
I untied his sock and pulled out his other one from my mouth and it
was wet with my saliva. I opened my mouth and he lifted his left
foot and stuck his big toe in my mouth. It almost reached the back
of my mouth because it was so long. The taste was much stronger than
what was on his sock. It was very salty and the smell was also
stronger than his socks. It was rich and heavy. He wiggled his toes
and spread them out like a fan. "Suck them all and make sure you
stick your tongue between each of my toes.
I sucked each one in turn and he moaned as I caressed his toes with
my tongue wrapping it around each one. I was getting high from the
sensation. And he was getting off on it too. He unzipped his pants
and pushed his Levis down to reveal a bulge growing in his briefs.
As I moved to his other foot, he started breathing deeper and pulled
his cock out of his underwear.
"Oh man, that makes me so horny. Keep sucking my toes while I rub my
cock. He said, as he pulled his foot out of my mouth and swapped
feet. "Oh, damn that feels good.
I wiggled my tongue between each of his toes and he stroked his cock
as it kept growing bigger and bigger. My god, it was huge. Just
like his feet. He had to use both hands, one above the other, so
that when he wrapped his fingers around his pole, another two inches
poked out above his top-most hand. He was enormous. I wanted him to
get off, so I started to suck his big toe and pull it in and out of
my mouth slowly as I rubbed my tongue all over it while it was in my
mouth. This drove him crazy. He started breathing faster and gasped
out, "Suck me!
"What? I asked.
"Dammit, suck my fucking cock you faggot. He commanded. "I,m gonna
start cumming soon, so get your mouth on my cock, right now.
He started stroking himself faster and grunted as he pushed his cock
through his fists. I leaned over the bed and he grabbed the back of
my head with his right hand while he kept his left hand wrapped
around the base of his shaft. He pulled my head closer and stuffed
the tip of his cock through my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I
could and he shoved his pole in as far as he could and then tightened
the grip on the back of my head and forced it in another inch. He
was touching the back my mouth with his enormous cock and prevented
me from pulling it out because he had his right hand wrapped around
the base of my neck. He continued to stroke his cock with his left
hand and moaned each time he reached the bottom of his shaft. I
could feel thick, slimy fluid ooze out the top of his cock and it
coated the back of my mouth each time his hand moved up his pole. It
was salty and tasted something like butter. It was his precum and it
was giving me an idea of what I was about to taste.
"Tickle my balls. He groaned, as he thrust toward my face. His
breathing was very fast now and he was stroking harder and harder and
pulling on my head, stronger with each thrust.
I reached out and began to lightly rub my fingertips over his hairy
balls. And as I did, they began to contract.
"Oh god, he called. "Oooh, gooooodddddd, uhhh, uhhhhhh,
uhhhhhhhhhh.
He grabbed each side of my head with both hands as he erupted in my
mouth. It was hot and I started to gag as it hit the back of my
throat. It was sticky and salty as well and there was nothing I
could do, but let it fill my cheeks since there was no more room in
my mouth. Most of his cock was jammed in my mouth and I could not
pull it out as he spurt more and more hot cum in my mouth. He held
on so tight, I could not move no matter how hard I tried. He had me
held as if my head were in a vice. He pumped six, seven, eight times
and each time he thrust, his lunges became slower and slower.
"Uhh, Uhhh, Uhhhhhhhh. He moaned and moaned as his breathing
slowed. "Oh yeah, yeah man, take it, uhhhhh, take my load. Eat my
cum. Ohhhh, yeaaahhhhh. Swallow it all.
He finally stopped pumping and my cheeks were full of his hot, thick,
salty juice. He returned his right hand to the back of my head again
being careful not to release the pressure he was using to hold his
cock in my mouth and then let go of my ear with his left hand. He
started to slowly pull his cock out and said, "Now, faggot, you,re
going to swallow!
My eyes grew wide as his meat started to leave my mouth. When his
cock head was just about to slide out, he stopped it and
repeated, "Swallow my load, you cock sucker.
While he was pulling his cock out of my mouth, the space it used to
occupy was being replaced with the cum that was forced into my cheeks
and now it started to coat my teeth and tongue. It was like having a
mouth full of mayonnaise but slightly saltier. And now, just the tip
of his cock was blocking me from spitting his load out of my mouth.
I tried to pull the rest of his cock out of my mouth, but he held on
tight.
As I tried to struggle against his grip, he told me, "you,re going to
swallow my shit whether you like it or not! And you,re going to
swallow every last drop of it, too!
He reached over with his left hand and rubbed the tip of my nose with
is two fingers while he tightened his grip on the back of my head
with is right hand. He pinched my nose shut, preventing me from
breathing. I could not breathe through my nose and he had my mouth
completely blocked with his huge cock. My mouth was completely full
of his slimy, viscous, jism and I desperately tried to free myself,
but I had no choice. I had to swallow his load. My eyes grew bigger
as the seconds past. I couldn,t hold it any longer. I manipulated
his scum to the back of my mouth and let it slide down my throat. It
was like swallowing a gob of jello. It went down smoothly in one
glob.
"That,s right, suck it down. Yeah, swallow my juice. He grinned as
I swallowed a couple of times. "Drink it all, like a good little
slave boy. He laughed as he released my head and his cock slipped
out of my mouth. A string of saliva mixed with his cum hung from his
cock tip to my bottom lip.
"Now, lick my cock clean, I don,t want any cum left on it. He
demanded.
I stuck my tongue out and rubbed it over his shaft, cleaning every
inch of it, as he lay back and relaxed.
"Wow! he exclaimed. "That was like heaven. I never shot like that
before. I,m gonna have to have you do that again after I can work up
another load. Hell yeah, maybe even every day. He thought out loud.
"What do you mean, every day? I thought you said it was just while
were here and we are leaving tomorrow. I asked.
"Yeah, but that was before I got you to eat my cum. I never had
anyone who would take my load like that before. It,s the best. I
have to have a slave that will do that to me again, whenever I want,
as many times as I want and you,re going to be that slave.
"No way, man. There is no way I am going to do this when we get
back home. People will find out and I will never be able to live it
down. I stammered.
"I know, and that is exactly why you are going to do it. You are
going to be my foot-licking, cum-eating, cock sucker or I will tell
everyone what you did here tonight. Do I make myself clear? he
asked.
"I guess I have no choice. I said.
"You,re damn right. So, then, you,re going to be my slave from now
on, right? he asked.
"Yes, I said.
"Yes, what? he corrected me.
"Yes, master
