by Shaun
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Kam was a Fitness Trainer at the local Gym. While he was good looking I never really "noticed" him until he set my program over 4 days. He had really nice looking hands, and I knew what that meant ... nice looking feet. Male feet had intrigued me since an early age, and I always had a desire to be walked on by guys. After that first program I was determined to be at Kam's feet. Each day I would dream of worshipping his feet and having him stand and walk all over my body.
I came up with many plans for him to find out about me, like leaving notes in his office, sending anonymous e-mails to him, or simply telling him. I chose to e-mail him. I sent erotic e-mails to him about me at his feet, and was surprised one day to receive a reply from him. He wanted to know who I was, but I didn't tell him. Unfortunately (or luckily) I had said in one of those e-mails that I go to his gym, so in his second reply he vowed to find and get me. It wasn't until a few days after this that I returned to the gym. My program with Kam was over a long time ago, and was left alone to follow it.
While in my 10 minute warm up, I didn't notice the events unfolding behind me. I didn't notice that Kam was asking one by one, every guy in the gym to enter his office for a minute ... nor did I notice each one of those men leave his office looking disgusted and angry. Naturally I was startled when he approached me and asked me to finish a few details to do with my program in his office. In the office I couldn't help noticing he was wearing his cross trainers with ankle high athletic socks. Once in the office he took a seat at his desk and straight away told me he had been receiving odd e-mails from someone going to this gym. Upon question, I denied I had sent them.
Kam then asked me to lie down on the floor (which I did) before he stood right next to me. He then said he knew that I was the one who had sent the e-mails as I hadn't resisted to lay on the floor. Plus he had spotted me staring at his shoes before. Kam then proceeded to stand on my stomach, tenderly at first--as if unsure how I would react. I was in heaven! A really cute guy was standing on me, and seemed to like it!
However he soon stepped off, to my disappointment. He gave me his address and told me to come over that night. I didn't finish my work out, I headed straight for home. I was excited and nervous at the same time. What is he planning to do to me tonight? This night would change my life forever. I could hardly wait!
After what seemed like days I headed around to the address. Kam met me at the doorstep and told me to come in. Entering the lounge, I saw my e-mails printed out on the coffee table. Kam sat down on the couch and told me to lie down on the floor. He told me he had been reading my e-mails again and that I was going to be his foot slave tonight. With his cross trainers still on, he rested them on my face, while reading a magazine. The smell already of the rubber was turning me on. He then mentioned my desire to be stood on in my e-mail, and stood up full weight on my face. He stepped onto my chest, stomach, and then the bulge in my pants. He repeated this pattern again, and then started to get very dominant. He shoved his shoe in my mouth while upon my chest, ordering me to suck it. I did as was asked, enjoying every moment.
Noticing the now prominent bulge in my pants, he stepped back onto it--bouncing up and down on it until I could no longer hold myself. I shot the biggest load of my life! Kam must have realized this as he laughed out loud and walked back up me, to the couch. He then took off his shoes and socks, revealing the most perfect feet I had ever seen. Repeating what he had done earlier, he stood on my face, this time bouncing on it, and all over my body before forcing me to suck, lick and smell his feet. He also stood on my crotch to make me cum again. For the rest of the night, he kept walking and jumping on me. I was very bruised and battered by the end of it all.
Kam said he was surprised I had been able to endure it, and wanted me back here tomorrow. For the following week I returned each night for much of the same treatment. Kam came up with new and different ways to torture me. One night he tied me to his trampoline in the basement and jumped up and down on me for most of the night. He also put a backpack on with heavy weights inside of it while on the trampoline to make himself heavier. Another time he put one of his shoes underneath one of his bed legs, and then that shoe on my crotch, so it was like someone standing on me. He then stood on my upper body, and bounced on the bed. I soon got used to this sort of pain, and enjoyed it.
About two weeks after the first night underfoot, I returned yet again to Kam's place. All was going usual in the lounge, when there was a knock on the door. Kam went to answer it and returned smirking with three other guys. He introduced me as his footslave to the three guys who were Mitchell, James and Andrew. Mitchell and Andrew were younger than me, while James was slightly older. Before long he was telling them all what he did to me, demonstrating it to them. Of course they wanted to have a go too, so they did. That night was the best so far. Everything that Kam had done to me was all repeated again with the other three having turns too. I was forced to smell their feet for long periods of time, and suck on their socks.
When we were back in the lounge, Kam came up with another idea. The four of them would all stand on me at the same time. I was tired by then, but liked the idea. Through the events that night I had sucked out everyone's feet. They were all good looking! Kam's were the best, and Andrews were a close second. The instep was a little high, but otherwise they had a nice shape, and an awesome smell. It didn't take them long to decide who would go where. Andrew would be on my face, Kam on my chest, James on my stomach and Mitchell on my crotch! They were on top of me for a long time, jumping up and down a little. Mitchell on my crotch, was rubbing it hard most of the time, and bouncing on it, making me shoot my load more than twice. Andrew was laughing at the marks his feet had made on my face, while Kam and James were verbally abusing me saying how I could not live without their feet.
Somewhat later they left, leaving me and Kam alone. He told me I would stay that night and sleep at his feet. He showered before he went to bed though, standing on my head. By the time I got to Kam's bed, sleeping at his feet, I was glad the night was over and I could relax. Today I am still Kam's footslave, although it is not every night I go to his home. There were many more nights with Kam and his friends--and each time he brings more people. Kam proudly keeps a record of how many people have stood on me at one time, which currently is at six. Amazingly I have never been seriously hurt from their feet, only bruised, thankfully. I look back now, and I am glad I sent those e-mails to Kam. I enjoy every moment at his and his friends' feet. Being stood on by them is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.
