by LoveSmell
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Combine forever envy and complete jealousy of what some lucky men possess, a overall feeling of physical inferiority, and the whole hearted belief that being a strait man and possessing a little dick would forever dictate your position at a man’s feet as the quintessential element of submission.
As one grows up there always seems to be another that you are jealous of in one way or another. For me this guy’s name was Seth. Seth was a kid I met while in school. Seth and I and a few others quickly became friends sharing the same interests and having similar personalities. The personality similarities were no doubt there, but as I would learn the physical ones were a vastly different matter altogether.
Seth was a taller kid, a few years older, and in possession of something that most men are jealous of at one point or another. It wasn’t long before Seth, who already hit puberty, let his friends, and any girl he could find, know that he was blessed with a big dick. Having that alone set him apart, being a Hispanic kid with a big cock was another supreme separation, add that with an intrinsic embodiment of superiority that came with his endowment, and you had one cocky and seemingly unstoppable guy.
Now I was a kid who was Hispanic also… short, skinny, glasses, and in possession of a manhood that didn’t quite seem to make the cut. (No pun intended) Now as every hormonal teen does, they start wanting to get with the girls. I was no different in that aspect, only in that everything I had learned through society, in school and out, was that bigger is better. In life everything bigger is better…sports, sums of money, houses, physical prowess, and most importantly to me and women….bigger was definitely better when it came it to what you had in your pants.
Stories forever abound about the guy with the big dick that got all the girls, whenever, wherever, no matter how he treated them. Good-looking girls, ugly girls, fat girls, they all wanted the guy with the big piece to offer. Now I wasn’t bad looking and not a nerd…just small in frame and as Seth would point out whenever he felt the need…that I had a little dick. He knew that he could always trump any situation with that card. He knew all to well that every guy wanted what he had, but few did or even came close.
Needless to say I was totally jealous of him and he knew it. He started calling me “inchworm” in front of just about anyone. If I irritated him in any way (usually because of my superior intelligence)…out the reference to my inferior penis part would come…and purposefully, intentionally, maliciously, and successfully make me feel lesser than I already did. I would then become more jealous of him because he knew I knew exactly what he had. I became fearful of him and always felt I had to watch my step. I did have to watch my step! He knew this. He basically had control over me. I felt I was groveling around him already. How true he would soon make this be.
Now you are probably are wondering what this has to do with feet. Being a person of pitiful endowment, I somehow inherently knew and felt that my place was to be at the lowest of the low. I was to be bound to exist at the bottom of the lowest position since the birth of time…groveling at the BIG sweaty, stinky feet of a spectacularly endowed man.
Since the time I can literally remember I had something for feet. I say something because when you are six, you really don’t know why you have, or what to do with, or where to place the feelings that you have…all I knew was that I liked feet, and real bad. As I was growing up with this I became to realize how much it seemed to be a liking that only certain people had. Mostly people who seemed to like feet, even though they were a woman’s foot and they were historically strait, was just not the kind of thing you should or would like if you were a physically cocky person who was given the most undisputable power one could have…physical strength, size and a seriously dense piece of pleasure producing penis. This is something you would not want to let people know. I mean come on…feet are gross, smelly, and low, but I liked them in a way that rivaled the worst obsession ever. Bad enough to just like the look of feet!!! But still having a total desire to kiss, lick, and suck them was enough to place into the plane inhabited by denizens of little dicks. This all started as a liking for girl’s feet. I mean I really just liked the way they looked and smelled, but you see that didn’t go over to well with the girls. As a Darwinian effect, this would play a role where women knew that men who liked feet were more than likely to be lacking in what ultimately provides for the survival of the fittest and a sure indication of continuing offspring.
The good guy always looses, and incidentally has a little dick. The Big, STRONG GUY WITH A FAT COCK, however was always a bad boy, and had something that was encoded into the involuntary strands of desire DNA of women that would forever attract them, and ultimately men, for that matter. To that such a man like me meant something just wasn’t kosher in Kansas or Colorado for that matter.
Back to Seth…Apparently I wasn’t as slick as I thought when I would try to sneak peaks at his cock…I couldn’t help it. I didn’t consider myself gay or even bi, but I had to look at it whenever I could because it was such an issue. It was also so fucking beautiful that I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. He was so fucking proud of it that it made me want see what it was that made a guy so confident and a literal pussy magnet. He never did say anything to me about my stares, not for a long time anyway…he just kept tallying the totals of my potential servitude for use at the right time. Little did I know that my foot liking would not go unnoticed by those in possession of the prize of all prize packages.
By the time we got through just half of high school, I had seen Seth with so many chicks, seen so many chicks fucked to the point of oblivion, seen so many chicks do just about anything to have his cock inside them…I would have done anything to have a cock like that….anything to have what he had, but I had the sinking knowledge that nothing could ever bring me that big cock. Little did know that it would indeed be brought to me. It would be brought to me in a slapping, kissing, and submissive fashion. Forever.
Sex is just about everything to most people, so when you have the ability to please a man or a woman in the manner that big dicks did…you had power….a power that has existed and separated men since the beginning of sex itself.
A man takes pride in pleasing with his big cock. A man that can please like few can is even more a man. A man, I also learned, likes to wield his big-cocked power on the less fortunate of men. Unfortunately for me, that kind of power only came with something I could only be forever jealous and slave to. The unwritten law of the universe would soon be taught to me. The law of the little-dicked footboy would soon be an inescapable fact of life.
It’s simply a matter of physiology…the more of that pussy or ass that is filled tightly with cock, the more nerves are stimulated, and thus the bigger the pleasure for those who are on the receiving end. Fuck a woman like the way I had seen Seth do in front of my eyes…looking just like a real life porno…I was instantly made to fully understand why it is such a big deal to have that big dick. Anything other does not match the power that a big, thick cock has. The guy with the big dick wins…always. Anyone who says different is either just lying or never had the pleasure of it, or both. I didn’t have it…matter of fact most didn’t.... that is also why it was, and always will be, so powerful….If you had it…you were definitely lucky and in my eyes, held power, true power over those who didn’t.
Seth saw my position relevant to his and exploited this to no end. He actually caught me one time trying to smell his huge, vinegar smelling, high arched, and long toed feet while I though he was passed out one time. His Feet were perfectly colored so brown on top and that creamy humongous sole. He actually woke up, and I acted like I was drunk, and having an active dream. He knew what I was doing and furthermore he knew that he was more man than I, and played with this to his own selfish pleasure. After catching me in the act like that he would threaten to roll in and make me smell, suck, and lick his giant Hispanic feet whenever and wherever he damm well pleased They were so dark on the tops and white on the soles…just like I had always found attractive on women. He would then make me wash out my mouth with soap and make love to his cock. He was by far not even close to gay, but treated me like a little bitch woman who had to learn fast to suck his cock to perfection. He would make me practice on his long toes, telling me to suck each one as if they we little dicks…little sweaty vinegar dicks that I was forced to master my sucking on. She heard enough of my jealousy of him as well as all the rants from countless women who testified to the fact that, as much of a prick he was with women, they would hardly care after insertion of his beautiful fuckstick. There was no comparison, none whatsoever. He was so cocky, and could easily turn your woman inside out, so my woman would often tease and hint to me that he should drop me in front of her so that she could be fucked by this god. I would pray that he would never do just that, but I knew it was only a matter of time before she would walk in and see my smashed under his feet…all naked with my pathetic little cock looking like a matchbox car compared to A full-sized race car. I would loose sleep over the thought of him and his big cock robbing me of my girl… all because I was an unlucky, insanely jealous little-dicked man.
He did come over one day and made me do my routine, and sure enough in walks my girl. She started laughing and saying it was about time someone put me in my place for being jealous and little. She came over and stuck her foot and mashed into my face to and told me to get the fuck up and go wash my mouth so I could lick his big dick slick to fuck her. We all knew to well that the transition from my little dick to his giant tool would take some extra lubrication. He made her scream so many orgasmic times that she even passed out and I knew she wouldn’t be my girl anymore. I would be his slave, but now in front of my girlfriend who could never pass up the opportunity to be fucked comatose, right in front of me, underneath a man who had everything I didn’t, and could kick my ass into submission if he had to anyway. He would slap me around a lot, mostly at her request, but I knew that I had to submit, I deserved it. With her egging him on and teasing the fuck out of me and making me thank his dick with kisses after he would rip her in half…he would become supercharged with Adrenalin and Power and fuck her so fucking good that she would make me just sit and the end of the bed and smell his feet while she rode and laughed in the most humiliating way. Just the commanding words from him would literally make her pussy dribble, which she would deliberately wipe it on his soles so I could lick humiliating off.
All this was happening while I was already feeling like a lesser man, at the same time liking nasty low feet. It was now when it really started to come together. I had generally thought a lot about feet. I had thought that being made to worship them would be the ultimate in submission. Being made to suck the feet, with the little dick that I had-I was someone who should be put at feet. Feet were for lesser creatures…
I was becoming a footboy. Powerless individuals bow down to the feet of the superior one, at least that is what history demonstrated. I was the only guy I knew that liked feet, and I was also the smallest in physical size and least endowed in manhood out of the bunch. None of that helped my situation in the least.
He could out do anything I did, he was big, strong, and gutsy, and had the biggest most perfect looking cock I had ever seen to that point in my life. He could make anything go his way with me because he could always call me on the inchworm that I had. Call me that, and I would suffer unbearable humiliation. A humiliation and feeling of shit that only came with someone telling guys or girls that you had a little bitty dick. Ha fucking ha.
He had me, and he fucking knew it. He teased me and tortured me all the time by fucking girls in front of me, making damn sure that I saw what a big dick did to women, how much they loved it, would want to suck it anywhere and any fucking time. I was mesmerized, and also saw what you can do to a woman, what you can make her do, when you have a big thick cock…a cock that makes a woman orgasm like she was having a fucking seizure. That was power. I would soon be shown what that power means and to make it even worse, I was shown how that just the sex alone with a hung stud could put a little man down…add the power that was inherent to that, and it was time to smell feet. Forever and ever.
I had crossed the line as a straight man and was now so jealous and infatuated with another mans dick, that I wanted to suck it just as a show of my obvious inferiority and respect for the big dick dude. Fuck me to know that this man knew all this. He fucking knew that I would get down on my knees and suck his cock out of total envy. He seen me look so many times, seen the awe in my eyes when a girl would pull it out while I’m driving the car and commence to suck his dick like a woman only does when she truly is so turned on by the site of it. He had seen enough of that to place me as his own little-dicked slave foot fucking licker of his. He owned my little bitch ass. No ifs, ands, or sweaty feet in my face about it
I started to fantasize about him putting me in my place all the time. Apparently he was taking his time to work out all the ways in which he was gonna make me pay the due respect deserved by men with big cocks and cocky attitudes. I became a footboy…not to a woman like I had thought, but to a man who would teach me the humiliating lesson in how things just are when you have a little dick and are jealous of another lucky fuck of a man that was well endowed.
I would be humiliated like a foot-liking man with a little dick should be. The power he had over me would turn him, and any woman who saw the display, on so profoundly, that I truly felt like I was placed in this life only to service the feet of any man who I was jealous of. Because that man had what I so desperately wanted…a naturally big cock which gave him the right to force another man down to his knees and make him a slave to his big sweaty feet
Such is exactly what happened, and continued to happen until Master Seth got the rightful satisfaction of power over me. It was then, and only then, did he decide to shove me away just as forcefully and he forced me into the never-escapable world of a little-dicked footboy.“Fucking nasty-ass feet in your face…and you little fucking sicko…like the smell of sweaty feet. My feet won’t be the last you will serve…by no means at all!”
And he was right, but he had the most power over me. He knew that I liked feet and was jealous of his huge dick. He could do anything he wanted to me, otherwise he would tell everyone. He made me kiss his dick sometimes, sometimes he would make me lick it. He would just show up out of nowhere and drop me, unzip, and shove it down my throat. My woman did find out that bigger is better, no fucking doubts about it. She was one of the nay-sayers on that subject, but not after Seth
It had been years since I last saw Seth. My girlfriend dumped me soon after finding another big dicked guy after Seth was through with her. I knew that I would see him again eventually and service would begin again.
My luck soon ran out. It had been a long time, but I'm sure he would be even cockier now that he probably had lots more experience of dropping little dicks whenever he pleased. To this day he has me tongue-wash his feet and cock at will.
