by Mr. Jersey
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It really isn't a shock to most people when I tell them I'm gay.
I mean I'm not that cliche but there are a few things about me that make it evident. The Irony is I'm one of only two boys in a family, where my older brother by two years, James, is the opposite of me. I'm into a wide range of music including pop and alternative, I'm kinda into theatre related stuff and playing instruments, I get good grades and I'm not really into sports at all, and it shows with my weak build. I'm only a sophomore so James is a senior and going to university in the fall. I'm surprised he got into one because his grades frankly aren't great and he's not the wisest.
His stereotypical jock personality is derived from his famed football career as he's one of our high school's best lineman in 30 years, probably the reason he got accepted someplace. He's into heavy rock/metal and some rap, and overall he outranks me 10-1 and overall masculinity. He took after my dad, who wasn't as athletic as him but tried and has the same unhealthy obsession with sports, they'd die if ESPN didn't air for a day. It's quite evident that James is my dad's favorite child, my dad says that he loves me just as much, but it's obvious that a 53 year old man who always had a passion for football fame will choose his star lineman son over his gay mediocre theatre geek son.
This doesn't bother me often, it makes me wish that my mother had still been around however because she would've given me the rest of the support. No she's not dead, she left when I was in elementary school because she got sick of dad's alcohol habits and said she couldn't take his irresponsibility anymore. She moved near the rest of her family in Fresno, California so I rarely see her.
One thing I've been afraid of for a while is if people would find out about my raging foot-fetish I've had probably since birth. It's hard to pass a barefooted guy and not get distracted by the sweet smell or the look of sweat on their socks, tight against their foot. Being professional couch potatoes (especially on sundays), my dad and brother rule the recliner and sofa and recline their feet outward to the T.V. and I can't help but notice their attractive looking feet staring right at me when I pass by. Sometimes I try not to notice because I don't want to become attracted to my own male relatives, that is weird considering their my family. However it's hard to find other gay kids in high school so I've been single and a virgin my whole life and get these cravings often.
Sometimes I'll pass by my brother's room and he'd pretty much command me in to tell me something stupid and he'd be laying with either his hunky athletic shoes, socks, or size 14 bare feet out on the bed, and I couldn't help but stare. I know he's probably caught me a few times but I just sort of pretend like it never happened.
My dad I'm much more afraid of making the connection that I have a foot-fetish because when I was younger I used to come home sometimes and just play around with his feet for an hour or so like they're a toy. I never did anything like kiss or lick or even tickle, just sort of rubbed and moved around and he's say to me "Oh you're gonna be a crazy kiddo one day,".
Anyway my fears would eventually be put to the test. It was a Thursday afternoon in late October, football season, and my brother had just gotten home from a game where they'd lost. I don't remember the score but he was really complaining about it and you could tell he was all worked up and tired because he was sweaty like he just walked out of a sauna and forgot to take his cleats, the first thing I notice. Like usual he ordered me into his room, and although I'm not that weak to obey everytime, he usually starts screaming at me and give's me problems and attacks me (verbally and physically) for a week if I don't do what he says. So I go into his room finally to see him all worked up, he noticed me staring at his cletes.
He told me that he was tired and wanted me to take of his shoes. I told him no pretty much but he reminded me that he would remember this incident as a time I refused to do him a simple favor. I realized it was a smarter idea to meet his little demands now than suffer later on, that and it's my first oppurtunity to come in close contact with is jock-godly foot. I went down to the foot of the bed and kneeled as I began taking off one of his shoes. He told me to pull them off simultaneously, I did so and layed them by the bed side like he'd ask. When I came back up from dipping myself to place them on the floor he bent fully up and curled and grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into both of his powerful blue football socks and told me not to say anything. The same was incredibly raunchy and scarring but at the same time I absolutely loved it and felt I could sit there for weeks smelling them. He began to speak to me.
"I've noticed for a long time you continue to stare at my big jock feet. Now I can't blame you for wanting to serve a stud like me and respect my power and ability. But because you look so often you have forfeited your independence. From now as my little brother you will respect me as I'm your master and you're my slave, and you will do whatever me and these feet want, is that clear."
I just mumbled in his socks and he pushed me into them harder. He asked me "what was that?" and I just tried my best to nod up and down. He responded "Good boy! Now lay yourself on the floor" I did so and he put both his socked feet over my face. "Now you're gonna suck the mighty sweat out of these socks in your mouth. Your my sock and foot cleaner, I hope that's understood." I didn't even respond and got right to what my new master had instructed.
This felt so wrong because he was my brother but yet so right. I understood the meaning of my life and I felt happy knowing I would dedicate my life (or this part of it) to my new and overbearing master who was truly the epitomy of masculine power. His muscles were that of a god and I felt as this was the perfect type of control over me. I worshipped him and really considered him like my king or god from that point on. Everyday after practice or a game he'd come home and force me into service. If I disobeyed or did something incorrect I got kicked and punched until I teared where then I'd be forced to double my efforts. I was forced to do a mixture of duties. Among them were to massage and rub his socked feet right when I take of his shoes, and kiss his feet to show him how I respected him as the elder brother, better than me, and my ruler. I'd have to suck his toes for hours at a time to clean his feet and give him pleasure while he'd sit back and a pure thirst for power and ecstasy.
He'd pin my face to the ground with feet and force me to lick and worship his feet either with his wet socks or without and I wouldn't fight tasting and eating his delicious tasting feet. He would just go "Lick bitch! Worship me and my powerful feet." I would give him extra time for allowing me to live this new lifestyle of pleasure and subordination. At the end of the first week he did something maybe considered a bit too far and he made me rub, sniff, lick and suck his ballsack and then forced he to give him head.
I told we were brothers and what we've been doing was far enough and I got the biggest punch across the face ever as he told me "I am your brother only in blood. But I am also God and if I deem it right it right. If I demand my cock sucked by your pathetic yet talented tongue, I will recieve it."
Yet when I told him that he decided my punishment wasn't good enough. It was a sunday before the game and I'd came home from seeing friends and I was instructed by my father to "approach him and James" in the living room. There they were on the recliner and my father was holding a collar. He told me it was an electric collar and from now on I would not be allowed to leave the property except for school and necessities and my life was to serve my "kings" and that I may not even go to college because my place in life was at their feet and genitals.
He tested out the shocker and a more irritating than painful, yet it was painful, shock ran from my neck where the collar entrapped down my whole body. It was not a pleasant sensation at that point in time I had officially fallen the social ladder and became a full out slave, mainly sex slave. However he told me right then and there I was responsible for cleaning the house and cooking my masters' meals each night and while they feasted I'd lick their feet from the floor. I was to clean their socks and underwear not in the washer and dryer but in my mouth, I'd soak their socks full of my saliva and eat the dirt and bacteria particles. Sometimes he said they would masterbate in their socks and underwear and that would be my surprise for hard effort.
After he was done with his speech about my long life ahead he plopped one foot over my shoulder and placed one bare foot on my face and told me, "Lick your daddy's big feet!" He had size 12s only but that didn't matter, they would sweat as easily when he practiced football with James or he took his runs, and they tasted just as divine so I licked hard. He loved letting everyone know he was incharge, and proclaimed himself King of the house and James the Prince and heir and me the foot bitch. However he'd still say "C'mon little guy make love to big daddy's lusty feet." James sat there and laughed. "No kiss my foot and start worshipping the other, show my soles their that of your Kings." I would lick up and down his feet and suck on the heels while they enjoyed the football game. Sometimes I would be forced to James socks and bare feet again and lick their toe lint, toe jam, as my gameday snack, massage and rub their overpowering soles and kiss them to show how I'm inferior. They would also make me praise them. Where both had one foot on my hard crotch and one on my face and I would kiss between each breath and go "You are my eternal masters. I live for your service and no one else. I live on the taste of your feet and cocks, and I am grateful and shall worship my Godly masters in return." At the end of the game It was Daddy's turn for a blow job. He told me to suck him off as my reward for excellent gameday service and I spent 10 minutes licking my tongue up and down his shaft and around his head. It took time to cover all 7 inches in saliva. Just as long as James' 10 inches take. Finally I get at least four shots to the throught as my payment.
I was told to go make more dinner for my hungry men, my Kings. I did so and 30 minutes later some pasta was on the table for them and I'd put a small dish on the floor for me. My masters came and sat and my dad saw the small dish on the floor and kicked it aside. He said the only thing I get to eat is the dirt of their socks. I put my face underneath as first Big Daddy pressed them into my face and I worshipped them clean licking everywhere on his socks and sucking on his socked toes hed claw into my mouth. I then switched to worship James' bare feet and ate the mud and dirt in his toenails and went back to working my tongue around his golden meaty toes and up and down the rich soles and suck on his heels, kiss his angles, lick the bottom of his leg, and then go back to my bare foot dad. They would yell "Were done." They would stay seated and sit back while I finished of their meals (and mine) with two blow jobs.
This life continued for a while. When James come back from college I'm usually at his feet 24-7 as he shoves his sweaty socked or bare toes and my mouth and wiggles them there and he rub his legs.
My bedroom is gone because Im expected to sleep at the foot of the bed as I look their feet until they go to sleep, and instead of an alarm clock they wake up and as then lull them awake by licking their feet and sucking their toes again. On weekends after decent foot licking my dad usually takes me up on the bed to give him head while he goes back to sleep. I'm expected to keep his dick in my mouth until he wakes up again and then give him another blow job. I was instructed that I would become James practice toy, and we would fuck me in the ass whenever he need practice before he met up with a girl, I'd worship his feet and cock afteward as a thank you. Sometimes my dad would fuck me too when he got bored, he loved when I lick his asshole clean so I gave him lots of that. I'd also suck his toes as gratitude.
My life is amazing now. I can't deny that. I know I said that worshipping my brother and dad was a weird thought, but hey, sometimes you're not always the one in control.
But let's be honest, given the option, I would've licked the life outta their feet anyway, even if it did mean slavery for life.
