by Mr. Jersey
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I love art history.
Not just because the first semester is analyzing classical greek nudes, but it turned out to more fun than I would think of. Well, there's this kid I haven't really known on a person-to-person basis beforehand, his name's Zach.
When class had begun in September, it was Zach's senior year, my sophomore year. I love history, and I love art, im decently smart so I was the first one to shout out a lot of the answers, however I wasn't the only one. Zach on the other hand has a pretty large brain on his little shoulders. He carries worldly knowledge from his interests in literature, history, art, and philosophy. He really was a bright child, probably more than anyone in the class. So he also knew all the answers.
I didn't intend for a competition so I backed down for a little bit and gave him superiority, though whenever he'd say an answer he'd always give me a half-devilish look, as if ha, I beat you! Once I saw those eyes flare and that malicious smirk I knew I couldn't just stay humble. He want's a rivalry, he'll get it. The other kids in the class (only about 6 or 7) knew of our rivalry and labeled us conceited. I didn't want that image but nor was I strong enough to back away from the power of his charm and seduction.
Let me describe Zach's looks: Simply put, he's pretty darn sexy. He isn't too tall, he's only about 5"4' or 5"6' but he's pretty broad and well shaped. He's not rocking abs but he has nice biceps and triceps from working out those areas. His leg muscles are profound, and he has just the right amount of hair on it that makes you wanna bite and savor it like it's a chicken leg. He's a perfect dirty-blonde, from his head down to the famous leg hair (Haven't met the genital region, yet.).
He only has a size 9 to 10 shoe but it doesn't matter because his feet are just that type that makes you go nuts. Fairly pale at the type but nice and reddish pink once you get toward the soles, it brings out the masculinity in his whole physique and drives me nuts. Once in a while he'll bring his moccasins to class, without wearing socks, and the sight of his foot flesh drives me crazy, sometime he'll even slip his foot out of his shoe.
I never really liked Zach too much early on. He's straight, a womanizer, and we'll known for it. Versus me, a well known out-of-the-closet masculine gay guy who doesn't get much. I was getting over the last relationship, which ended horribly and we never even ever became official. Basically I loved this one dude who was so obviously gay and cuddled with me, let me tickle his thigh, massage his feet fifty billion times, and rub his back while cuddling, but what did he tell me, "I'M NOT GAY!" (His freinds are stereotypical jock assholes, hence his severe insecurity). It was my first love experience and boy did I over-indulge in all my fantasies for that guy, so when he called it quits he left me devestated. However despite the anger and sorrow, I'm just to horny of a person to limit myself. So I can't help but peek at other hunks even if all my love was previously dedicated to one guy.
When we got back our first test of the year Zach didn't hesistate to ask me what I got. "98." I'd reply, and he'd shout at me "100!" and shove the paper in my face. I never took it to be annoying, it certainly wasn't the last time. I always gave him that sarcastic smile, like, yea wait for next test buddy. Sometimes I would beat him by the same margian and he'd go Ha, you're winning won't last for long, sometimes he'll end the phrase by calling me "bitch." The weird thing is, he only cared what I got. If another student got a 100, him a 98, me a 96, he'd only care he beat me.
We developed a love-play hate relationshiop based of this. He owned me at the Greece chapter because of his deep-seeded interest in Classical philosophy. When we started the Rome chapter, our teacher discussed how difficult being an emperor was, but yet Zach was the one to reply "Please. I'd love to be an Emperor, I'd be the legend of Rome." That subtle sentence was strong enough to get me hard, haha. Traditionally I've liked the idea of being at the bitch end of submissive sex, and having and overpowering master bear over me and command me. When a hot guy like him were to reference anything linked to the "master-slave" fantasy, I couldn't help but fantasize later.
However that momentary horniness died, and I still didn't like him. However one night about a week or so after I woke up temporarily, I was still in a near-sleep mood, thinking deeply into my desires. The thought of being down beneath the throne of Zach, with a crown and Roman sandles appeared orgasmic, I gently began to stroke myself to such wonderous ideas. Yet in the daylight it still took me time to fully like him. Then came the day he brought to school those moccasins. As he sat hed jump the back of his foot up and down, revealing his "heavenly" heel. Seeing that together with his bear, hunky leg, made me go crazy and wish to rush right under him and kiss that heel in total submission to his awesomeness.
My problem was overstaring. I got paranoid he'd catch me because I'd look at me dazing out, and sometimes stop, or sometimes take his whole foot out and crunch his toes (which made me even hotter). This whole storyline occured over the course of several months. Several battles over who's the smartest one in the class. Several tests I'd lost to him and beat him on. Finally came late April, so the AP test was around the corner. Zach and I realized that if we put our brains together in a study session we'd ace this exam.
One day after school, a day he conviently wore no socks and those moccasins, he drove us to his place and we began to study a bit. He didn't take his shoes of, I noticed but tried to ignore it because I realized had he, my study session would become me admiring those feet of gold for several hours until I'd cum in my parents just thinking of what I could do.
He started jumping his leg and foot up and down again, and of course I noticed. He caught me glance down off the page, I had to make an excuse. "What shoes are they?", "Moccasins." "Oh they look comfortable." "You wanna try em' on." "Nah, my feet are a bit too big, and we should focus back on studying." "Right. I'll let you try them after I beat you on the AP exam too." "Yea we'll see who does better." "Do you really think you can uphold me?" Zach gave me in a sarcastic-condescending tone. "Yea, you're weaker than you think." "Please, I'm stronger than you, intellectually, and physically," he insisted. "Oh really?". "Yes, I work out these babies a lot." He then pulled out his biceps, which made me go nuts inside, they we're impressive. He continued, "They make girls go nuts, and I guess gay guys too, haha." "Oh please..." I responded.
At that moment he slipped his feet out of those moccasins and placed them both on my lap, right next to my dick, if he came closer he would've felt my growing wood. He curled his toes and rubbed his feet around eachother. "Please, you know I'm sexy. You know I'm better than you in everything." "Hell no." (Though I really did know this). "Prove I'm wrong." "What do you have in mind?" "I challenge you to a wrestling match, whoever wins has to declare the other superior and become their bitch till the test." "Please, don't waste my time." "Oh you will do this, you challenged my awesomeness" he argued. "No." "Oh yeah..." he replied. He then stood up, put me in a headlock, and dragged me up from the chair and onto the floor. He attacked me and we started wrestling. "Fine asshole, if that's what you really want." "Ironic because you're the gay guy and I'm challenging to wrestle you." We both laughed.
After a few minutes he put me down face flat on the groun with my hands tight behind my back, he sat on me and choked me with those fabulous legs of lust and boy did it hurt that my instant wood rubbed against the carpet. He held the soles of his now sweaty feet, (from both being in his shoes all day, and the action of the wrestling) to the sides of my head and pushed in. My head looked straight down to avoid it but that made it worse cuz then I had two pretty soles pushing in on my face. I couldn't move or do anything, but I attempted to squirm. "3...2...1...I win!" Zach shouted.
He didn't let go, just let me breath a little more. "Now admit your defeat" "Ok...ok...you win" I was really starting to hurt. "Admit that I'm smarter than you, stronger than you, sexier than you, and you'll agree to be my slave for the next few weeks." I remained silent and he punched my back. "SAY IT!" I said it and he pushed his feet into my face again to tease me, he laughed as he flexed his tose against my cheeks and nose. "Tell me, what does the gay guy have to say about my lovely feet."
"We'll what do you wan't me to say?" "I don't really know, you just better hope you like 'em because your going to be kissing them a lot from now." "That wasn't part of the deal." "THAT REMINDS ME!" He shouted. He leaned to the side and picked up a piece of paper, it was a contract. It read how upon my signature I would consent to total enslavement by him given that I lost the fight and how he was better than me yada yada yada...but then it read "Clause 6: Slave is required to do absolutely anything demanded by the master, this includes but is not limited to: chores, massages, forms of admiration and worship, being a footstool, and kissing the feet of the master." "See that buddy, in print, you lost so you have to sign it." He gave me a pen. I grred and reluctantly signed the treaty that ended my existance as a human, and made me a slave beneath the control of my master.
I was extremely turned on. "Go ahead, show your respect for me, kiss 'em." I remained silent and reactionless. He choked me with his hands and I gave in, and planted a wet kiss on his big toe. "Thatta boy, but I didn't tell you to stop, you have a lotta respect to show after a year's worth of rivalry." I didn't fight this time. I kissed the three biggest toes and he moved his foot up so I could reach his sole, I kissed down and he moved his foot up again and pointed to his heel where I kissed again. "This feels good buddy. Gay guys have talent."
This wasn't going to end. He still sat on me and moved in so that his ballsack was right above my head. I kept kissing his feet until he told me stop and turn around. I slowly rolled from on my stomach to on my back, as he raised a little to allow me to do so. I found myself beneath the power of his figure, and his package. "Smell that." He took my head and pushed it in toward his ball sack as he lowered his pants and revealed his boxers.
They smelled heavenly, I can't describe it, just so masculine and dominating, between this and the foot-kissing he had eaten my entire soul, to be used at his will. I smelled it liberatingly and he laughed. "I knew you always thought I was sexy. Now that you sniffed my feet and my balls you are officially mine. My property. My slave. My toy. My subordinate, and I rule you with an iron fist, I am your god. Shall you attempt retaliation, you will be in severe consequence, which you don't want right." I continued sniffing his balls and nodded no, a smile on my face grew and he knew I was in pleasure. "These can be all yours if your a good boy.
If not you don't get to admire my goods." "Yes master." I replied with joy. At that moment he took out his dick, with a 7-inch boner and fed it to me slowly. My tongue licked underneath and around slowly and he began to moan but quickly took it out and put it away. My face turned from orgasm to devestation. He silenced my lips with his finger. "It is too early, you have to work for your reward, but I just hope you knoew what it tastes like." Boy it tasted good, I didn't mind my slavery, all I wanted was him.
"Please master what must I do now for my reward! I'll do anything sir, please I just want to admire you like the god you are!" I sounded pathetic, he laughed but loved it. He took his moccasin, and shoved the opening to my nose, "smell!". I rolled over in attempt to fight. It smelled so good but I didn't wanna let him know about my foot fetish. He chased my action and when I'd already turned over, titled inward and grabbed my shoulder and hit my neck with the shoe, it hurt. "THIS IS NOT GETTING YOU YOUR REWARD!" "I'm sorry master but It smells." "Fine you asked for it." "What?" I asked as my face was still to the ground. He took his left foot and put his toes to my mouth and said "Open up!" I did so and he clawed into my mouth. "Suck on them like you did my cock!" I did so. I rolled my tongue around the toes I had in mouth swirled it around and got the sweat flavor off of the bottom of his "royal" soles. I licked in between the toes as he just moaned. He planted his other foot over my neck and head with strength from his leg. "Keep sucking, what a great job" he instructed. He moved his foot up and down my neck, rubbing it. He then got a hold of his leg with the foot in my mouth, took his toes out and placed his sole against my lips. "Lick!" he commanded and instantly he witnessed my tongue dragging along his flavorful soles, and he knew I loved it once he took my other hand and held my boner, gently stroking.
He then used his inactive foot to choke me, and moved his leg and ankle along my tongue. "Lick these legs of gold, make the angle feel welcome." I couldn't do his whole leg because my head was in place, I just rotated and extended my tongue as much as I can. I sucked that angle. The smell of the day-long sweat still bleeded through my nostrils. Eventually I just stopped my tongue for a second and put pressure on his leg as I dragged it around his heel and ankle. He really liked that and began rubbing my head. "Good dog!" I couldn't speak back.
He removed his leg from my mouth and choked me with both as he us around, my back to the the floor, he dragged us against his sofa where he rested his back and then put his right heel on top of my mouth. "Suck!" I sucked his sole and licked the bottom in circles over and over. He began to stroke himself, but made sure he wouldn't come. He took they other foot and rubbed my chest with it, making me more horny.
Than he moved the toes of that foot just over my nose, while keeping his heel over my mouth. Boy did he love this, as did I. The smell was so fantastic and his toes tasted like a gourmet meal. He then began reciting what seemed to be the motto of my slavery to him, "I'm am your alpha and omega, I am your everything. I am the only thing you care about and live for. You serve and please me ONLY. You are mine, now and forever, because I am superior to you in all ways." I just kept sucking, and did so faster in acknowledgement. He laughed.
I kept worshipping his feet for another good hour and a half. He'd flip me over again and try different positions, but he was never lazy, he always controlled his body to go in and out of my mouth. He eventually sat on my stomach as I lay face up, he planted both feet on my face and instructed me this time to "worship" as he smushed his feet all over my face. I'd sniff, lick and suck in all locations and different orders. I'd let his red soles be serviced by my tongue and suck each toe for minutes at a time.
It was 7:30 and his cell phone rang, his parents said they wouldn't be home tonight. He made me call my folks and tell them I was sleeping over.
"We're gonna have a lot more fun tonight" he said. I just kept licking as I rubbed his feet on my face. At 9:15 he got up and trampled me for a minute while I licked and he got off "Good job for now slave." "Thank you, do I get a reward?" "Oh how could I forget." He told me to get on the sofa and lean my head. He sat over me and fed me his thriving cock, I sucked him off, licking all around and getting as far down as I could. He shot six rounds of his load and he proudly swallowed. He patted my head and told me he was going to go finish homework, eat and shower.
I should get his bath ready upstairs and his bedroom. "You're gonna love tonight slave."
