by soul_tickler
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1
The door opened. There was standing this man, about 40 yr old, tall and solid build with broad shoulders. Frank had warned me not to speek unless spoken to.
"You must be Frankie's friend", the man said. His voice was deep. I liked that.
"Yes, sir", I responded.
"Frankie told me you're one willing foot slave. Is that true?"
"Yes, sir, I am".
"I'm pleased to know".
That was all the conversation we had. He didn't even ask my name. He just leaned back to the sofa, us standing there, and stretched out his legs on the coffee table. I couldn't help but stare at his shoes. Then he snapped his fingers and Frank sank to the ground.
"Right shoe", the man ordered.
Frank crawled to the coffee table and started kissing the man's right shoe. I mean respectful, worshipful kisses. The scene caught me a bit off guard. Soon Frank was licking the top and sides. I wondered if I was supposed to follow.
"You know how it is with leather shoes. You have to clean them thoroughly every once in a while to prevent stains, and also lightly polish them before and after use so they can last." What was he talking about? I had this fog in my head and couldn't concetrate, until he snapped his fingers once more. I crawled to his left foot in no time.
Ordered to pull the shoe off, I untied the laces, wrapped my hand around his heel and his black sheer socked foot slide out. The smell of leather coming out was amazing. I couldn’t resist and took a big sniff. The man smiled.
"The sock too", he said.
From the round heel to the curve of the sole, to that little bit of roughness around the edge, his foot looked perfect. Beefy. Nicely shaped toes. No hard calluses.
"Like what you see, don't you boy?"
"Yes, sir".
"From now on, it's master", he corrected me.
"Yes, master".
"Now watch out how your friend here is going to do it. Next time you won't be allowed to use hands". I watched as Frankie untied the other shoe and pulled it off, along with the sock, using just his teeth. As if he was trained to.
We kneeled there worshipping those wide feet for quite some time. I sucked his toes, licked between them, kissed the curve of his sole, nibbled the heel, then licked between his toes once more to make sure that all toejam and sock fluff were removed.
"There are times one needs to escape thought. There are times one needs to let it go. Give up control. There are times one needs a master. When I'm around, serving me is the only thing you have to worry about. That's why I am the master, to handle the problems. Yours only is to keep me satisfied". His calm commanding tone was almost hypnotizing. He kept talking.
"Leave behind anything that could distract you from my feet. Just smell them. Just lick them. That's right. That's good. Now lick with the whole tongue, starting from the heels up to the toes. That's it. Nice big slurps".
Frankie and I kept licking and licking, both in a semiconscious state, our moves almost synchronized. Master's wide soles were soon covered in our saliva. There was no spot we hadn't licked.
"I believe we had enough", he suddenly said, leaving us drooling for more.
He stood up and took something out of a drawer. Though I had never actually seen one before, I recognised it was a chastity cage. Master nodded and Frank droped his pants and underwear. Looks like Frank was already locked in one. He hadn't mentioned it to me.
"You'll be able to piss but that's about it. No erections. No orgasms. In time you will learn to gain sexual fulfillment though serving me. It will become impossible for you to experience an orgasm unless my foot is pressed against your face".
The thought of being locked inside this thing made my dick go rock hard, whether as a form of resistance or acceptance, I couldn't tell. I didn't like the idea, that's for sure, still, having Frankie next to me, I felt safe about it. Ordered to strip, my boner was now in plain view. Some ice cubes, one padlock and a final "click" sound later, I had control over my penis no more.
Talking with Frankie on our way home, the two friends sharing our thoughts about what had happened, we would laugh and tease each other all the time. Giving up control for a couple of hours was so refreshing, like taking a break from the real world. It's not like I wanted to be one's slave 24/7.
"Sucking his big toe, I kept thinking of his dick. Have you seen it?"
Frank had that wicked smile on his face. I was dying to know, but he wouldn't tell. Was it big? Had he sucked it? I bet he had. I was looking forward for my turn to come.
Returning home, I had this huge need to pee. It was then I realised, wearing a chastity cage, I couldn't just stand and do so. In order to, I now had to sit like a girl would. What have I put myself into? I couldn't help but wonder. Still, deep inside I felt relieved. I pissed like a racehorse but that wasn't it.
2
Two weeks later and still no call, I was going mad. It wasn't just a need for release, locked in this devilish cage, unable to cum, me how used to jerk off at least once a day. It was a fear he might never call again, one deep fear this fantasy would end right were it started.
When at home, I was thinking of master. When at work, I was thinking of master. Talking to other men, it was a real strain to divert my eyes away from their shoes up to their faces.
"Any news of him?", I kept asking Frankie.
"Nothing yet".
"Think he will ever call again?"
"Calm down, he will. It's all part of the training. He gives us time to think of what we have submited to. Explore all these new feelings. Makes us want him".
"Well, it's working for me".
"Same here", Frankie said. We both laughed.
That night, my phone finally rang. I got butterflies in my stomach. It was his number. One hour later Frankie and I were at master's house, stripped naked, lying on our backs before the armchair, his socked feet rubbing our faces.
"Take the socks off. Remember what we said about hands".
I pushed the leg of his jeans up with my nose then gripping the elastic top with my teeth, pulled the sock down.
"Show me how much you missed them".
That's all I needed to hear. Two weeks without release had done their job. I licked his bare foot for all those missing cumshots. I licked like there was no tomorrow.
What followed was kinkier than I was prepared for. On the table there were two pairs of leather fist mitts and two leather collars. First our hands were trapped inside these mitts. Then the collars were put around our necks.
"Think of yourselfs as dogs. Dogs don't speak. Dogs can't see that well. But, oh, they can sniff. Leave them alone with an old pair of shoes or worn socks and it's like a present to them. Their world is one of odors. It doesn't have to stink. Just the sweet aroma of a used sock and they can tell whose foot it came from. If it's their master's, they will know".
Now on our knees, master walked behind us. He lightly spanked our asscheeks for a minute or two, then stuck a finger up our holes. And another one. And a third one. He fingerfucked us until our holes were streched enough for dogtales to be plugged.
"The problem with us humans is we don't have the perceptions a dog has. For us it's more about seeing or hearing things and less about smelling or tasting. So we have to block these senses to help the others improve. But enough with the talking".
Before Frankie was this pair of white tube socks. Mine was one of white cotton socks, the kind with the tan toe and heel. Both blindfolded, with ear plugs on, we were left alone with the used socks.
"Com' on! Big whiffs!" I could hear master's muffled voice through the plugs. How long I stayed like that, I cannot tell.
Then a piece of cloth covered my face. It smelled differently. When the blindfolds were off, I realised it was his silk boxer shorts. Master had stripped naked, his dick now hanging semi-hard. It was big. Not too long but a thick one.
He got a firm grip in Frank's black hair and pushed him into his crotch. Master rubbed his cock across my best friend's lips and cheeks, smearing them with precum. I watched as he began to fuck Frank's mouth. For about ten minutes, more and more of master's beautiful cock was disappearing all the way down Frank's throat.
Then it was my turn. I started at the base of his penis and licked up to the top. I dug into master's pee-hole with the tip on my tongue and heard him moan. I liked it. I wanted him to feel good. He took nothing by force. Just made me wanna give it to him, like a true master.
"Good puppy". He gave me a little pat on the head.
I felt him tense up. His breathing got faster. He held my head and stopped pumping as the first blast hit the back of my throat. He cummed big time. My mouth now filled with his cum, I thought of my poor cock in its tight prison.
"For being such good subjects so far, you two deserve to be rewarded", master said as if he read my mind. Soon we had our dicks free and throbbing. Still, with the mitts on, masturbation was not an option.
"You have five minutes", he said.
Frankie and I looked at each other puzzled.
"What are you waiting for? I hope you don't expect me to milk you or something. And with those mitts on, I believe your only way of getting off is by sucking each other. So, five minutes and you're back in chastity. Time is counting."
There was this moment of awkwardness just before lust took over. Frankie and I were soon on our sides, in a 69 possition, giving each other our best blows. There was no time to be wasted.
Leaving Master's house late at night, our cock cages back in place, we didn't chat that much. Not this time. We both knew something fundamental had happened in our relationship. From that night on, we weren't two friends who happened to also share some sexual experiences. We were master's slaves who also happened to be friends.
Thought I would never admit it to Frank, I would now feel jealous whenever he spent more time at master's feet than I did or took more cum loads down his throat. And it was obvious that master liked to play us off against each other. Let's see which one of the two friends is going to worship master's feet best tonight, he would say to tease us. Both Frankie and I would then speed up licking, master laughing at our eagerness.
There was this time we spend the night at master's. I saw master dressed in a white t-shirt and some pajama pants for the first time, and came to love his slippers. Leashed to the bedstead, sniffing and licking his feet until he was asleep, Frankie and I shared a thin pad at the foot of his bed.
"It was a secret desire of mine that we could be both slaves to the same owner" Frank whispered to me. I now knew it was mine too. Chewing that pair of slippers gave me the most peaceful sleep.
3
We were playing this game. There were some pairs of socks, just taken out of ziploc bags, and from the strength of their scent, we had to figure out which were worn the longest. I was sniffing one when the doorbell rang and my heart almost stopped. Master seemed to expect it.
"Don't let me down, boys, and maybe there's a chance you will shoot a load tonight. Now, wag your tails the way you've been tought. Let's show our visitor some excitement, shall we?"
The door opened and this teenager walked in. Master called him Doug. Here I was, standing naked on all fours, collared and wagging my dog tail along with my best friend before a kid, who, though, didn't really seem to mind. As if this was all normal to him. He asked for a beer, then leaned back to the sofa.
When Doug pulled his shoes off and put his socked feet on the coffee table, I knew what to expect. He wore white athletic socks. I must admit his soles looked beautiful.
"Crawl over here and start worshipping them".
I couldn’t believe the little teenager was telling me this. Who was this kid I now had to worship his feet? I was furious but it had been so long since I cummed for the last time and wanted to leave no excuses for more days to be added.
He leaned over and watched me, having that boyish grin, as I started to rub my face on his wide socked feet.
"Socks off", he ordered taking another sip of his beer.
I did using just teeth, as I was trained to. His bare feet were really soft, like any kid's his age. When licking them, he would sometimes giggle and his toes curled. His tender soles seemed to be ticklish.
"Make sure you get in between the toes too", he said wiggling them.
Doug was much more playful than master. While sniffing in between his toes, he would clamp my nose with his big toe and second one saying something like "Gotcha" or "Oops, no more sniffing for you". Though I didn't want to admit it, I was beggining to like him. Obviously in a different way than master, still I did.
"Look at me while you suck my toes".
He had his cell phone out. Fuck. Placing both big toes in my mouth, he streched my cheeks so to look like I was smiling and took a shot. He took some more. I thought of him showing these pictures to his friends, bragging about having a man ten years older at his feet. Somehow I liked that. He had to be cute when he bragged.
Having drunk all that beer, Doug stood up and headed to the toilet. You could hear the hard, fast stream of piss.
"Why isn't there any bowl for the dogs? I could use it instead. Next time I'll just pee in one's mouth". My face wrinkled in disgust. "You boy, do not pretent you wouldn't like it. I know you crave for such a treatment".
The kid was cruel.
He sat down on the sofa, his bare feet now back on table. With that he placed his hand on his crotch and began to rub his dick through his shorts. I could tell his cock was swelling beneath. He looked me in the eyes, then reached out and pushed me on his crotch.
"Is this what you want?"
It smelled of sweat and dried semen. He undid his trousers and lowered them along with the boxers down to his knees.
"Nice, eh?" Doug smiled as he saw me staring at his cock.
"Too bad you have those mitts on or else I'd allow you to masturbate it. I guess you really know how to milk a cock. You've been doing it a lot longer than I have", he laughed at my age.
He cock slapped me a few times. Then pushed me all the way onto his shaft and began face fucking me. Next to me Frankie was also blowing master. I took it all the way down my throat, my nose buried in his pubes.
"I have this girl. You know how girls are", he paused for a moment, "or maybe you don't. The point is girls hardly can blow. You are doing so much better. I guess it's true what they say about fags when it comes to sucking".
I think I blushed, kind of proud to hear this.
His breathing was speeding up. He ordered me to lie on the floor, then strocking his member a few times over me, soon covered me in spurts of warm cum. He collected his semen from my face with his big toe and fed it to me.
His semen tasted a lot like master's. Toe lickin' good, as he put it.
The game started any minute now. Doug relaxed and focused on the TV. He planted his beefy teenage feet on my chest, arms crossed behind the head, turning me into his footstool.
"You can keep on licking if you want, as long as you don't get in the way of the screen". Now that he had cummed, he seemed to have lost his interest in me.
"So how you like him, son?"
"He's good".
I should have imagined. It wasn't just the attitude. Their feet were identical in size and wideness, and their cum tasted the same. Seems that master was divorced and Doug had lived with his mother ever since, as I later found out.
"How about the way he blows?"
"He blows just fine. He's one little cocksucker. So, can I keep him?"
They kept talking about me as if I wasn't there. And what was that about keeping me?
"Oh son, on a day like this, how could I refuse? Besides, whom do you think I have been training this second slave for? Consider him your birthday present".
"Thanks dad. My friends are going to love him."
That day, six months ago that is, Doug had turned eighteen. You would never guess, given a slave, along with the key to his cock cage, how imaginative a kid his age can be.
To Be Continued
