We were one of the last schools in the district to actually have a budget big enough to do a show, so we were held on a higher pedestal than most schools to put on one hell of a show. It was my last year, so I was really hoping to get the lead as Romeo, but unfortunately, was casted as Mercutio. It was still a pretty big role, and I was proud that I actually got a significant part. I am gay, and everyone in high school knew it. Much to my delight, every one was really okay with it. There was the occasional asshole that bullied on me in between classes, but generally, there wasn’t much of an issue during my 4 years there. One of the nicest people I’ve ever met would turn out to be casted as Romeo. He would also turn out to be the best memory of high school I ever had.

I must admit, I had a hidden agenda when I signed up for auditions. Romeo and Juliet is great on its own, but the costumes were what sold me. I have a major fetish for guys in tights, nylon, or spandex, so this was right up my alley. This play was set in a time where dudes were constantly wearing tights and showing off their muscles and tight-covered feet. It should also be noted that although everyone knew I was gay in high school, they had no clue how much of a foot fetish I have. There was something about the structure, aroma, and size of the male foot that made me go wild. I had issues with all my boyfriends who I didn’t express this with. This was my fetish, and although I’m comfortable with it now, it was something that I didn’t used to be so confident about.
I was upset that I didn’t get the main role of Romeo, but that quickly faded when I saw who got the role. Christopher Jackson nabbed the part of Romeo, and oh my gosh, was he ever so attractive. He was a wrestler for the school, but also had a knack for acting. He was a jack of all trades. He had brown hair, a chiseled jaw line, and the prettiest green eyes. His build was that of a high school wrestler. He was beefy, but not overly. Nowhere near small either. Given my fetish, I was blessed my sophomore year to have him in P.E. where I would see him take off his shoes and socks every morning. We were locker neighbors, so his sweaty feet scent lingered over to me every morning. Who needs coffee to wake you up when you have that?

So I’ll fast forward into tech week of rehearsals for Romeo and Juliet. The sets are built, the lines are memorized, and all that was left were the costumes. Our costume department had been running behind a bit. So much that they didn’t have all of the costumes ready until tech week (the last week before the show opens). Our director had everyone go try on our costumes. Mine was a white flowing shirt with a laced neck, and some red tights and boots. I loved the feeling of tights on my feet, and I really enjoyed the way they looked. Nothing could prepare me for what I saw next though.
Christopher Jackson came out of the restroom in his costume. His muscles were beaming out of his white flowing laced up shirt, and the only bottoms he was wearing were his brown tights. No shoes and no underwear. Everyone was non-phased by this, but I literally had to peel my eyes off of him. His cock was bulging out of the tights and those feet looked so delicious in those tights. The veins on the top of his feet were clearly defined through the tights, showcasing a very muscular look to them, and his toes, perfectly groomed, were stretching the fabric so much, you could begin to see his skin tone though the tights. My cock stirred when he walked in and his toes began to wiggle through the tights. I would’ve killed to have been on the floor like a dog, licking his tight-covered feet, or having him stick is feet in my mouth as I submit to them. He glanced at me for an instant as I was staring at his feet. He gave me an odd like that I couldn’t decode. I quickly looked away and talked to a buddy in hopes that he didn’t catch me drooling at his feet.

Rehearsal was long, but very productive. Everything seemed to fall in place, and our director seemed very satisfied. Christopher was having some difficulty with his Romeo lines, especially whenever it included my character, Mercutio. He stuttered a lot and couldn’t stop staring at me, even though he was in the middle of a monologue. This was odd. Every other time I had seen him do these lines, he did them without any issue. Could there have been something on his mind? I was very much worried that he was still thinking about me staring at his feet. That made me as nervous as he must’ve been. The director insisted that Christopher stay a little bit after rehearsal to go over the lines and some tips with her. Seeing as he was having most difficulty with the scenes involving me, the director also suggested I stay. The whole time during extra rehearsal, I was staring at his boots. Imaging his tight covered feet collecting sweat and how damp they must be. I imagined pressing my face against the nylon covered soles of his feet and just taking in a deep whiff. I should’ve been concentrating on helping him rehearse, but my vivid imagination was getting the best of me.

Rehearsal was finally over. It was nearing 10:30pm. Was the director even allowed to keep us out this late? Christopher had gone to the bathroom whilst I headed to the dressing room to change out of my costume. I slipped off my boots revealing my tight-covered feet. Christopher walked in with his boots in hand and his nylon feet walking bare. He sat down next to me. This was new. He was always neutral to me, and never really spoke to me. I was a theatre nerd, and he was a jock playing theatre nerd for a month. He suddenly spoke to me. “Do you like video games?” He stumbled for a minute trying to figure out my name (My name is Jared by the way) “…Jared? Right?” I nodded my head in agreement to both questions. We had a quick chat about this new Nintendo game that came out, which he said he had. He invited me over. I asked twice if he was sure. This sounded like a dream.

“Yeah, it’s all good. The game is meant for two players, and nobody else really seems to be into it. I know it’s late, but you can totally crash if your parents are cool with it” said Christopher.

Christopher lived literally right next door to the school. My parents were very trusting of me, so after a quick call to tell them I’d be spending the night at a friend’s, they were satisfied to say okay. They liked me having friends. After I got off the phone with my parents, it finally hit me… I am going over to his house. Why did he invite me? What did he have planned? Did he have anything planned? Was he seriously just going to play video games with me? Why did he insist I spend the night? I was very confused. “Okay let’s go” he said. “Oh wait a minute”. I looked at up him waiting to see what he would say next. He put on his jeans whilst he was still wearing his tights. His nylon feet were still sticking out at the bottom. The floor was very lucky to have those feet on it. “Keep your tights on under your pants. Let’s go” he barked at me. I didn’t think twice about it. I slipped on my jeans real quick with the tights underneath. Something about his commanding tone caused a stir in my pants. I could feel my cock pushing against the nylon, trying to break free. I hope it wasn’t too obvious.

We didn’t talk at all on the way over to his house. I was beginning to get nervous. Was this a giant prank? Was I about to be beat up? My mind often goes a million places at once, so I was fearful of the worst, as per usual. We went through his front door. Everything was dark. I asked where everybody was, and he explained that his parents had to fly out to Chicago for a week due to his grandmother being ill. He said he had never met her, so was never close to her. That’s why he didn’t go. He had no siblings, so it was just me and him and his puppy that was already asleep. Christopher took off his shoes and sat on the couch. He put his legs on the table and he began to wiggle his toes. They looked so good in those tights. SHIT. He caught me staring again.

“I saw you looking at my feet in these tights earlier. I’m not mad or anything. I’m just curious as to why you were staring at them? Do I have weird looking feet?” I shook my head. “That’s not it at all. This is embarrassing. I think I’m just going to go home”.
“That’s a shame” he said. “My parents are gone for the next week, and I was really looking to have a slave around the house to do my bidding, and lick my feet. SIGGGHH oh well” he said sarcastically. My ears perked up.

“Listen slave, I am giving you the opportunity of a lifetime. No one will no about your sick little fetish. Truth is, I get insanely off on having a slave. I’ve done it a few times, but no one from school. You are cute as hell, and would look super hott down at my feet. I want you here all week tending to these feet. I want you doing laundry, cooking, and when not in use, I’m going to tie you up and use you as my foot rest. Now, you sure you don’t want that?”

I didn’t know what to say. This was all too exhilarating. “I would love to worship your feet in those tights all week Sir, and be your slave”. Christopher laughed. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. I knew you would be down for this. Take off your clothes, leave the tights on, and put on the dog’s collar that’s over there”. He pointed towards the end table. I did as I was told. He then ordered me to crawl over and massage his nylon feet. All the while , he was pushing his feet in my face, almost kicking me. He took his left big toe and began caressing my nipple with it. The nylon toe felt so good against my nipple. After that , he shoved his foot into my mouth and shouted to me, “Suck my foot , you little bitch”. I began to suck on his left foot. He was practically choking me with it. So much so, that I began to slobber all over his foot like a dog. He chuckled and smirked at me. “Look how fucking pathetic you are”. It’s odd. I never wanted to be bullied by anyone, but this was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. Being humiliated was the best thing to happen to me ever. I was aroused, and I was totally feeling as if I was his slave, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Rip open the tights and stuck sucking on my bare foot” I did as I was told. I ripped open the tights from the bottom of his soles to reveal his mighty foot. It looked about a size 13 and was perfectly groomed. They had been in the tights all evening and had formed a really hot coat of sweat that was glazed all over. “Lick the sweat clean off of this foot and I’ll let you sleep with these tights in your mouth.” I wanted that reward so badly, so I began to massage his foot with my tongue. Making sure I sucked up every last bit of sweat. With his other foot , still in tights, he began to rub it all over my crotch. Smacking my dick from time to time, he would tell me how much of a pervert I was for being so erect. I licked his foot clean. He then ordered me to the kitchen to make him a microwave burrito and a beer. He ordered me to make one for myself. After the food was done, I returned to him and gave him his plate and beer. He then placed my burrito under his stocking-foot and told me to eat from beneath his foot. I slobbered and ate under his foot like the pathetic slave I was. I was eating crumb off the burrito off the sole of his tight covered foot. I accidentally bit his foot while trying to bite a piece of burrito. He smacked my ass and told me dinner was over. After that, he tied up me up and used me as a foot rest, occasionally putting a foot in front of my mouth to worship.

That evening he slept on his bed, while I slept in the closet, tied up, with his dirty tights taped in my mouth.

TO BE CONTINUED.