I had a friend who would come to my house every once in a while. He was a bit tall, around 1.85m., muscled but not like a bodybuilder, with dark black hair and a small beard around his cheeks. He was naturally hairy but he always shaved his legs, belly, chest and armpits. He was generally clean person and he always smelt good, but he didn't really care about it when he came to my apartment and why should he - I didn't care either. He was the school president and a lot of girls liked him (especially the younger ones). We would chat, watch TV and playfully wrestle.

He was a lot stronger than me (and also an athlete) so he ended up dominating me. I put up a fight in the beginning but I always became quickly tired so after 10-15 mins I would just be his punching bag. We never hurt each other ofc, but he liked 'humiliating" me, by let's say putting his foot on my head or farting in my face and laughing, "proving who is the boss". I didn't like it but it was part of the "game" I guessed, so I really didn't have a big problem with it too. I 'm not easily disgusted at all and me and John were always close friends. Not the best friends, but good enough.

Then he went to the army so we didn't talk much but when he took his first days off, we talked and he came over to my place, and then it all started. It all started as usual, he came in, we chatted a bit, told me a couple of funny stories from his army days and watched some TV. Then we started wrestling but quickly noticed he was quite violent this time. His headlock was a lot tougher and suddenly he gave me a punch in my belly which nearly made me fall to my knees (he had never really punched me before). Then he went on and kicked me to the back of my legs which really forced me on my knees. After a while, he sat on the couch and made me lie in front of him. He headscissored me with his legs and put my face in his crotch (wearing jeans), while I still hadn't recovered from the punch. I tried to get away and told him to stop because he was being too rough, but he playfully said "what if I get my penis out for you to lick it?". I thought he was just being funny (he wasnt gay either - he had a lot more girls than I had in our teenage years - we were at our 20s when this took place) and I just said "disgusting". Then his eyes sparkled. He really got his dick out of his jeans and started playfully slapping my cheecks and nose with it with an annoying grin in his face.

I couldn't believe it. His laughter was hurting my brain. How could he do this to me? What was going on? We were friends for so long, we would even talk about girls we liked from time to time. After he had his fun with me trying to protect my mouth from his penis, he told me to smell it at first. I didnt react at all, so he became angry and told me to kiss it. I didnt want to open my mouth because his dick was just 1 inch away so I just tried to get free from his thighs. But he was so strong. My silence just made him even more angry and he started squeezing my head hard and told me "you know how to make it stop". I was about to pass out and thought that I would just lose my senses and I didnt even want to imagine what he was going to do with me and my pass-out body. Then I decided to place a gentle quick kiss on his still not-erect dick and so I did. It felt so terrible. It felt like I lost my manhood and my freedom. This man, who used to be my friend, just forced me to kiss his dick. Wouldn't that make me his sex slave? My social life was just ruined too. What if he told everyone that we wrestled, I lost and I kissed his dick. Everyone would consider me gay and worst; a guy's bitch.

I knew for certain that I wouldn't invite him over again, but now that I did what he asked, at least I thought that I gave him the respect he wanted (how much more humiliation could I take anyway), so all I was thinking was to go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and lips hard and then talk to him about it and make sure he wouldnt tell anyone about it. I didn't even care about WHY he would do such a thing. I just wanted it to be over and forgotten forever. But I couldn't be more wrong...

After I kissed it, he didn't let me go at once but he loosened his hold, and I was starting to regain my senses. I started to get up but he pressed his heels down (they were on my back, as you can imagine, during the headscissor) and didn't let me up. I just saw this man making me kiss his dick so I knew better than to cross him again. He could easily just make me do it again and again. He didn't put his dick inside his underwear, he just let it hanging there in front of me and turned to watch TV. A couple of minutes passed and I realized he was comfortable and didn't plan to let me go. So I started talking careful not to touch his dick with my mouth again...

"John! Can you let me go?". I didn't sound angry or impolite, it was just a normal question like nothing ever happened.

"Go where?" he casually asked.

"Just sit on the couch i guess, or go to the bathroom, drink some water".

"You are already on the couch and lying is better than sitting, so I pretend I never heard it. Now, why do you want to go the bathroom?" I could sense he was irritated, but so was I.

"I just want to, man... I don't know, pee, get some water on my face, you know.."

"Yeah, that's true, I DO know!" he said smiling. "and what about drinking some water, I got you thirsty, dude, heh?" he said playfully, and reminded me of the normal days in the past. His mood was probably better now. Was he some kind of psycho? I had no idea, but I his legs were still around my neck and his feet on my lower back, so I decided to play it nice and funny.

"Haha yes bro, you did. May I please stand up now?" I even said please, I couldn't believe this. He made me kiss his dick and I begged him to let me stand up.

"No you may not stand up, but I think I can satisfy some of your needs." He said with a grin. I had no idea what he meant - was he going to bring me some water or sth? I was about to find out... "Get on your knees in front of me. NOW!" he shouted. I became so afraid, but I thought to myself that I could pretend I was going on my knees, but I would really just get up and get away from him. Calmly, I tried to get up but he pressed his socked heels on my back. "I didn't tell you to stand up. I told you to get on your knees. Just crawl there, bro. I know what you are planning to do, but I promise you this: your face won't get away from my body anytime soon."

Okay, I was TERRIFIED. What was going on? How could he know? Well, he could have guessed, but anyway, what the hell was going on? Why did he want me to get on my knees in front of him? And what did he mean by that "your face won't get away from my body anytime soon."? Wasn't my torment done already? He knew I wasn't gay and I knew he wasn't either. He couldn't have discover his hidden sexuality during the few months away in the army. And even if he did, he couldn't have liked ME. We were friends. Perhaps not the best friends, but we were longtime friends. There was never anything sexual in between us. The wrestling games were always for fun, all boys do this stuff. Truth is I massaged his back once, but he couldn't even remember that. And even if he did, it meant nothing.

He was tired from his practice and I was just being a good friend and rubbed his back with his t-shirt ON and just for 2-3 minutes to soothe his pain. All between boys and not awkward at all. Anyway, as I said I was terrified, so I just obeyed hoping this was just a nightmare or a sick joke. I crawled and stood on my knees in front of him. Now, his legs were resting on my shoulders and his feet were just hanging behind my back. He was at a better position towards the TV now, too. He didn't say anything, but to my HUGE relief, he put his penis back in his pants. Gosh. Being on my knees with my friend's legs around my head was awkward and uncomfortable but his penis was no longer in front of my face and that made the situation a lot better. Perhaps, that was all. He just wanted me to get on my knees, admit defeat and he would let me go and probably brag about it. I was waiting for him to say something but he was just wathcing TV.

I still didn't know what he meant about satisfying my needs and our strange face-body relationship that he mentioned.

I was about to open my mouth to talk but he immediately saw me, put his 2 fingers on my lips and said "Can't you see I 'm watching something? Don't be a dick, the show will be over soon." I just kissed this guy's dick, his legs were resting on my shoulders and his fingers were on my lips and he told me not to be a dick... How ironic! I stood there with his fingers on my lips waiting like forever. After a while, I heard music and I knew the show was about to end. I didn't know whether to feel relieved that my torment was maybe over, or to be scared of what he was going to say to me.

"So, pal..." he looked me straight in the eyes and started saying "are you ready?".
"Ready for what?" I had no idea where this was going, but it didnt sound good.
"Ready to get your needs satisfied, of course."

"Errrm.. I m not sure what you are talking about..."

"Didn't you say you needed to get some water on your face and drink some as well?"
"Oh that.. yes ofc, may I...?"

"Well, I said I will satisfy your needs, but you ve got to do something for me too, in return." That felt like a knife in the heart. If my lips had to touch his penis again, I 'd rather kill myself.

"Come on man, just let me go, what is this? We are friends!" Oh yes, we are - I wanted to shot this guy down so hard.
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"Did I hear displeasure? What's going on? Are you bored? Aren't you having a good time with your friend?"

"No, everything is cool, I just need to get some water, that's all." I said, as calmly as I could.

"That's a relief. I would hate to be the only one having fun. Now, as I said, you 've got to do some things for me, and I promise, I 'll quench your thirst." No way I kissed his penis again, but he won't let me go unless I hear him out first.

"Okay!" I said. " What do you want?"

"Tsk tsk, that's not a proper way to talk to your friend, is it now?" this guy was unbelievable.

"Alright, I 'm sorry. May I please find out, what does my friend need from me?"
"There we go, this was a LOT BETTER! Not perfect, the word "friend" sounded kind of distant and cold, but anyway, we 'll get to that later. Right, what I want from you first is to smell my hand."

"Do what? Smell your hand?" What was this guy saying. I mean, this was a piece of cake. I could regain my freedom by smelling his hand? I expected something a lot worse, like kissing his dick again or I don't know what else his deranged mind could think of. At that point, I was sure something was not okay in his head. Half an hour ago he asked me to smell his penis, and now he asks me to smell his hand? We went shopping many times together. I 'm sure I must have smelled his hand before, while trying a perfume or something. This was a piece of cake and I quickly grabbed the chance.. "Alright, I 'll smell it, if that's what you want." I said and tried to move my face towards his hands which were resting on his abs.

"Hey hey, no need to rush. Wait a second, I 'll tell you when. First, I want you to close your eyes." He then saw my look and quickly added "Trust me, you will smell only my hand, you can look when I tell you to." Who cares I thought, it's just a hand.
"Fine." I answered and closed my eyes.

"Alright, wait a sec now." He didn't stand up but his legs started being heavier on my shoulders so he was probably moving. Then he suddenly stopped moving. "Fuck, may I ask something else? I want you to smell both of my hands" He said and he started moving again.
"Oh fine, let's just get done with this." like I was in position to refuse him...

"Good" he said and stopped moving completely. His legs became lighter on my shoulders again. "Now, my one hand is right in front of. Move a bit closer to it and sniff it. You can open your eyes if you want. See for yourself, I kept my word." Finally, my torment was almost done. I opened my eyes and quickly obeyed. He really kept his word. I didn't see his dick or anything disgusting. I just saw his bare hands in front my face. His hand looked as neat as always. Clean, but with 1 or 2 a bit dirty nails. I leaned closer and made sure I inhaled strongly, so that he wouldn't make me do it again. The smell was horrible. Where had he fucking put his hands? It kind of smelled of sweat and... shit? He couldn't have done this. That's why he wanted me to close my eyes, to look the suprise and disgust in my face. Anyway, it was over now and I said absolutely nothing. I just hoped his other hand would smell normally.

He moved it in front of me. It smelled a lot better than the last one. But there was something disturbing. OH MY GOD. It smelled like his penis! I had just kissed it, the scent would follow me everywhere. He had put the one hand in his ass and the other one on his penis and made me smell it. This guy was crazy. But, it was finally over. I did what he asked and didn't even complain, although the look on my face might have been a little disgusted. Then I looked at him and he seemed somewhat frustrated and perhaps disappointed. He probably wanted me to complain and get the most of my humiliation, but I didn't do him the favour. Yes, I may be on my knees in front of you, but this victory was mine. Or at least I thought it was.

"So, I see you did the first task successfully, let's move on to the second." Move on to the second? Wait a minute...

"First task? What the fuck you mean first task? You told me to do something and I did it. Not to remember what you had me do before that. Enough is enough, John, let me up right now! Go see a shrink or something, I m not your bitch."

"Oh, aren't you? Look at you! You are pathetic! My thighs haven't left your neck for this whole time, you kissed my dick, got on your knees in front of me and smelled my hands which I had just put in my underwear. Back and front! If you aren't my bitch, then what are you? I know what you are, you are my SLAVE!" he blurted out laughing.

"ENOUGH. I m not your slave or whatever, you deranged shit, let me up or else..."

"Or else what?" he said and his smile left his cold face completely. "What? You re gonna headscissor me like this perhaps?" He said and immediately started squeezing my head with his legs again. I tried to break free with my hands, but he took them in his hands and held them tight. I was about to pass out. I couldn't believe this was happening. It hurt so bad.

"Please" I tried to said, but I m not sure I even managed to produce a sound.

"What was that, bro? You 've got to speak up, I can't hear you. Didn't you eat breakfast today?"

"Please!" I said again with all the strength I had.
"What? Was that a please? Repeat it."
"PLEASE!" I said again as my head was about to explode from the pressure.
"Oh okay, you should have said it from the beginning." He said while loosening his thighs completely. Now they were still on my shoulders but they were just resting on them. My head fell to the side but he moved his leg and quickly got it straight up again. I started to catch my breath again.

He moved around a bit and changed the position of his legs. Now his feet were resting on my shoulders while he was just loosely holding my hands. He was probably quite sure he broke me and I couldn't try to espace again. And to be honest, he was probably right. I couldn't stand the pain again. One more headscissor would kill me. I was trapped and couldn't think of anything to help me escape. Right then, all of a sudden he gently slapped my cheeck with his right foot. He pulled my hands and put his socked feet on my face. They smelt of sweat. I did some muffling sounds that were only capable of making him grin. After a while, I stopped trying to get my face away and I lowered my head in shame and despair. He let me there with his feet on my face for 5 minutes or so asserting his dominance. I was pretty sure the stench would never leave my face.

He then placed them again on my shoulders and looked at me with compassionand pity. "Dont feel bad. Other guys, back in the army gave up a lot earlier than you. Hell, others obeyed right from the beginning. I think one faggot was even happy being my bitch. It's just a thing we have there. During the day, we all follow orders. But during the night, in our room, only one guy has to be in command. The guy who was in charge before I got there, was older and a smoker.

He put up a fight in the beginning, but after a while, he submitted completely in front of everybody else. He even kissed my hand to show his respect, before I give the order and he begged me not to sexually abuse him. I didn't like him, he was old, but I had to fuck him in the ass, to show everyone who is the boss. I never spoke to him ever since. I 've got other, better-looking boys to serve me in the room. You can't imagine how good it feels; having other males serving you. But my army experience will end soon, so I thought I should have a slave in my real life too. It feels so good, you know. And who would better fill that role than my good old friend? I remember you give good massages too, so that definitely played its part in my decision. In case you 're wondering, I 'm not gay. It just feels good dominating another male. It shows power, you know? You wouldn't... I know you 're not gay either. Not yet at least. Anyway, enough talking. Let's get to business. I hope you 've learnt by now, that I can beat you up by just moving my legs. You 'll just get tired and make me irritated. Trust me, you don't want that. I suggest, you follow my orders, and who knows, if you 're a good boy, I might be gentle, since it's your first time."

I said nothing. What could I have said? I knew this person for the biggest part of my life and now that person is gone. I invited a strange person in my house who just made me his slave. And if what he said about the other guys in the army is true, he is probably going to rape me too. Should I call someone for help? How? And even if I did somehow manage to get my phone and call someone, tell him what? Come save me from the guy who enslaved me? I was already humiliated enough. All I wanted was this guy out of my house. He had to leave some time. I mean, he was just outside the camp for a couple of days, he would leave eventually. So until then, I just had to be patient and obey him. After that, I might as well leave the country, because he might brag about this to his friends, and then.. oh god.

"Kiss my hands." he said after a small pause, waking me up from my thoughts. His hands.. the hands that he put in his ass and cock. I leaned closed and dutifully kissed the upper part of his hand. Then he turned it upside down so I kissed the inside too. This was the ass-hand. I practically just kissed my friend's ass. "The other one too." I repeated the procedure. "Now lick them. I want the stench to be completely gone." Lick them... his hands. My tongue on a guy's dirty hands, who knows for how long. He started gettting angry so I quickcly obeyed. I licked every inch. He even forced his fingers in my mouth and watched me while I sucked them like a chick sucks a cock. I sucked his long middle finger for what felt like ages. I could see he was feeling so good and superior. "Oh yes. Now we 're talking. Enough." he said and gently slapped me 3 times in the right cheek. "Good boy. Now get your head down at my feet." I didn't like where this was going, but I did it nevertheless.

"Smell my socked my feet. Put your nose on my foot." This couldn't be happening. He just smothered my face with his feet and now he wanted me to do it myself willingly. His socks were never that smelly, but they weren't fun to smell either. He would run around the house with his socks on during the winter. A disturbing scent always came to my nose, when he took his feet out of his shoes, but that's all. His socks were thin and black. I placed my nose on his right sock. It was kinda humid, perhaps from their earlier contact with my face. The odour wasn't strong, but it wasn't pleasant at all. Something between vinegar and vanilla. Thank god they weren't worn for many days. "I wanna hear the sniffing sounds pal." He said and he put his other foot on the top of my head, pressing it down on his foot. My mouth was planted on his sock and I started inhaling like crazy to calm him down.

"Now kiss the top of my foot." Did he really say that? Did my friend since forever just order me to kiss his socked foot? What have I done to deserve this humiliation. But it wasn't about me though, was it? It was about him, his ego and his sexual taste. I started slowly kissing his black, humid sock. I can't say it tasted bad or good. But kissing a sock isn't fun, even if it's clean, I tell you that. After a good 3-4 minutes of kissing his sock, he pushed me back with his foot and got his toes up in the air and his heel still on the floor so that his sole was exactly in front of my nose. "You know the drill. Don't exhaust me. Smell it and kiss it." He said while relaxing on the couch. His sole was a lot worse. You could see the sweat marks and the smell was stronger. Nonetheless, I smelt it like flower and kissed it like a girl's lips. I didn't look at his face but I could feel his bright eyes on me and the huge grin on his face.

"I wanna feel your tongue down there, dude." of course, you do, you freak. God, take me. I actually started licking a guy's sock and it was horrible. I 'm not talking just about the smell and taste. But even the touch of it made me wanna vomit. It was like eating a dry piece of cotton.

"Oh man, it already feels great and we haven't even started." What did he mean by that? I was about to die down there. I saw him scratching his balls once or twice. He was really enjoying this. "Okay, take them off. With your teeth." I obeyed. It was even worse. How kind of him; he moved his foot around, in order to make my job easier. The son of a bitch. After I bit the sock near his ankles, i pulled my head up and his bare foot was easily revealed. I repeated the procedure with the other foot. If his socks were bad, his feet were even worse. They were actually wet. A combination of my saliva and his foot-sweat. "Kiss the top. Both of them. Then lick them." They were the worst thing I ever tasted. The sense can't be described. And if the tops were that bad, what if he ordered me to lick his soles too like I did before with the socks on? Then it came.

"Now the soles." he said while lifting the one sole up, while stroking the top of my head with the other. I didn't wait for him to say it twice, and I got to work immediately. It was as bad, as you can imagine. Or you cannot even imagine how bad it was actually. "That's a good dog. Go on, you 're lovely down there." They were salty and bitter, and... awful. Then he put both soles down on the floor. "Get your chin glued to the floor and suck each toe." I have to admit it; I prefer sucking his toes than his finger that smell like shit and cum. I got down and started sucking from the smallest to the biggest one. I knew when to stop sucking each toe, cause he made that irritating move of his toe inside my mouth. Something like kicking my tongue. This guy was kicking my tongue with his toes... And to think i felt degraded when he told me to just smell his feet. He seemed to like getting his big toe sucked as I probably spent 10 minutes on each big toe. At least, it wasn't his cock now.

"Lie on your back."I quickly obeyed and felt kind of relaxed at last. Not for long though, since he planted his bare soles on my face and started rubbing it with them. Now my face would smell of feet and saliva. I quickly realized that he just wanted to get rid off the sweat and my saliva. My whole dignity was gone, but at least I didn't have to do anything with his penis.... yet.

"Now that you 're under my feet, I 've got to admit, that you did the best job anyone has ever done on my feet, by far. We were together for so long, and I never tried such things. To be honest, many times during our wrestling, I thought about putting my feet on your face or make you lick them as a "lost bet" or something, but I was afraid you might freak out. Now that you 're my little bitch, I don't have such worries. I know what you 're thinking. That I will have to leave eventually and then you ''ll be free forever. The first part is true, I will leave. And I know you 're gonna think that you 're free but trust me you won't be. Let me tell you something; you 're gonna beg me to come back and allow you to serve me." I wanted to say; yeah right bro, of course I will, be sure about that, but I knew better and I kept my mouth shut. And he continued "Mark my words. You will beg me to return. Hell, you did a wonderful job on my feet so I feel generous. You have my word, that after I leave your house, after I 'm done with you, I will never return here, or call you or whatever. I won't even tell anyone about your humiliation. BUT on one condition, when you feel the urge to beg me to return, you won't do it via phone or privately. You will come to me and in front of anyone, you will lie down, kiss my feet, say "please" and just leave. I 'll get the message and after a while, I 'll return here again. Do we have a deal?"

Was he just playing with me? Was this a trap or anything? Anyway, the offer was too huge and I was afraid he would change his mind. My torment may not be done yet, but it's just for today I thought. And more importantly, he will never tell anyone about this. At that time I felt good and proud that I was licking his feet well enough and that made me feel even worse. I didn't trust him, but it was my only chance of having a normal life again. He is probably just feeling too confident, I thought. Oh the fool, how can he possibly be thinking that I would want to live this nightmare again? He really is mad. Let's get this done quickly and I 'm free. "Deal" I said fast. "Deal, master!" I even said and planted a few kisses on his foot, without him ordering me to do so. No idea why I did that, I just wanted to thank him for the offer and convince him not to take it back.

"Hahaha, you 're already there I guess. Anyway, let's move on." He took his t-shirt off, revealing his muscled belly and chest, along with his huge arms. "Get over here, boy. Worship this body. Kiss my arm." I quickly got up on the floor, on my knees and stretched to kiss his arm while he was flexing them. "Again. Then the other one." I planted a few more kisses on both arms. This was probably one of the easiest thing I did. They were just clean arms which even smellt like his perfume. A great advancement from his smelly feet. "Good, now smell my armpit.". Just the thought of it made me go green. But I thought of his offer and I didn't want to disappoint him now, so I quickly obeyed. At least it was smelling great. We probably used the same noxzema. Yes the act itself was humiliating, but at least it was easily done. Of course he wasn't done.

"Kiss it." It was probably his ritual: first-smell, second-kiss, third-lick and in some cases four-suck. I couldn't suck his armpits, but I was almost certain that he would make me lick them. And I was right, after a few kisses he ordered me to lick them. His armpits were a bit hairy, not too much, but still, that was nasty. They weren't smelly though, and for that I was grateful to my "luck". "Ah, it felt good. Now go ahead and start kissing my abs. Kiss them good and you will be done fast. After that lick my belly and then suck my nipples. You may start, now." It was as expected. I quickly planted some random kisses around his chest and belly, which were not hairy at all at least, so that was a comfort. After that, I started licking his belly which didn't really have any taste. Perhaps a bit bitter, but that's all. Then I moved on to his niples. They were small, and I had a hard time trying not to bite them, but I knew better than hurting him. I took his left one on my mouth and start sucking. More like licking actually, but it all happened inside my mouth. He wasn't really impressed by it, so he told me to stop quickly.

"Let's start the main plate, shall we? Stay on your knees bitch. Unzip my jeans' button with your teeth." It was so hard. I tried so hard, but I just couldn't do it. I could feel him losing his patience. After his dissapointment by my skills on his abs, now I couldn't even unzip his jeans. "You worthless shit, I can see you 're just good for my feet." he said and suddenly took my head in his hands and forced it on the floor. Then he stood up and stepped on it with his right foot, at times pressing it down, at times rubbing it over.
"Please John stop, you 're crashing my head. Please, I beg you stop." That seemed to satisfy his anger. He stopped applying pressure and just left his foot hanging on my cheek. He then unzipped his jeans alone, took them off and threw them away. I was just lying beneath his foot.

Watching him under his victory pose on my face. He was wearing his black tight underwear, his abs and muscled thighs reflecting the light of the lamp. If only I was half good-looking and muscled as he was, I might have been in a better place. He then sat on the sofa and just sat there for a few minutes not saying anything. I kept my mouth shut. His foot was still on my face but it wasn't even heavy now. He started wiggling his toes and played with my lips and nose. All of a sudden, he forced his foot into my mouth and I almost gagged with it. I started coughing violently and he removed his foot from my mouth. I was in all fours looking at the floor trying to catch my breath. He placed both feet on my back and used me like a footstool. I was terrified and didn't move at all.

"Two comments for you, boy. First, you need a lot of practice. Don't you dare beg me to return if you haven't improved. Second, my penis is just as big, just saying." He didn't clarify what he meant, but I understood it so well. My nightmare would get complete. Sooner or later, he would make me suck his cock... I had to do something. I never had any sexual encounter with boys, sucking his foot was one thing, sucking his cock was quite another. I didn't have any more time to think though. "Get over it, slave-boy. Come on, move it, turn around." He said as he took his feet off my back and playfully kicked my ass.

There I was on my knees again in front of him, he opened his legs wide and he looked at me, I didn't need to wait for an order to get close to his crotch. "It's just your first time. Bright up, you 'll get used to it. Now get your nose on my underwear. Where the balls are. Sniff hard." I took a couple of strong sniffs and inhaled his genitals' aroma. It smelled worse than his hand for sure. Something around sweat and pre-cum. He was semi-erect by now. He moved a his back a bit lower on the couch and then said "Now smell where my ass is." I did, as ordered. I could smell his shit and fart. "Kiss the underwear, right there." Was I practically kissing his ass? Never mind, I was too scared to delay. I planted just one kiss. "Keep going you smartass" he said and forced my head in his underwear with his hands. "There we go that's right. My underwear is as godly as me, you are honored to be kissing it." An honor for sure, I thought. "Now the balls. Move it, move it." I didn't have to move anything. He did all the job and forced my nose in between his balls. I thought that it could still get worse, I mean he was at least wearing his underwear. But I felt that my worst fear would become reality soon enough.

His dick was almost hard by now. "No need to rush. The underwear stays. I want that cock between your lips though. Go ahead." I had never done a more embarassing thing in my life. I tried to find his cock which was inside his underwear and leaned my head on the left so I could take it in my mouth. I didn't have a hard time finding it - it was enormous. For sure bigger than mine and mine isn't small at all. So I was practically almost-sucking this guy's cock. And then the adventure started. He started sweating and I could feel his incoming orgasm.

"Get this cloth off me, god damn it. Now!" He couldn't even wait so he practically did it alone. "My balls, now. You know what to do. Fast! Do it! Now!" I was certain he wouldn't want the whole ritual now, so I just went on and took both of them in my mouth. I massaged them with my tongue and he let out moans of pleasure. He was still quite tense though. He was probably about to cum. I wasn't feeling or thinking anything at that time. He seemed to have such a great time, and I kind of felt flattered that I caused this. I mean yes, I was degraded like shit, and my cock nowhere near erect, so believe me, I didn't take any pleasure but I was getting this guy to the heaven. "Oh yes boy, lick them clean with that big tongue of yours. Lick every inch, oh yes, yes!" His face along with his cock became red like a pepper. "Enough, I wanted you to eat my ass first, but we 've got no time for that. Get me in you now. Get it in your mouth."

For the last time, I thought about getting the hell out of there. He probably felt it and he sternly grabbed my hair. "I SAID, DO IT!" and he forced his penis inside my mouth. I felt it colliding with the upper part of my throat. I almost gagged. I didn't even know what to do. I had never done this before, and why should I have. He started pulling my head back and forth, probably in order to teach me how to please him, and then I continued myself. His cock was so warm in my mouth. I could feel it breathing right into my very soul.

"Didn't I say I would quench your thirst, boy? Here. Get ready." He said and whole loads of cum bursted from his cock inside my mouth. Half of them were exploded directly inside my throat while others decorated my palate, tongue and teeth. It's a wonder how I managed not to choke. "You better swallow every inch of it." He said sternly, while the red colour of his forehead was beginning to fade away. I just swallowed and swallowed the "water" he provided me with. When he was finally done, he was grinning. He took his cummed cock out of my mouth and started rubbing it on my face. "Lick it clean. We 're not done, yet." I licked it cleaned. He moved his head and I understood he wanted me to stop. I just sat there in front of the guy I had just sucked, waiting for what was about to happen now. What else could he do to me.

"It's a pity we agreed on that deal. You did great. But a deal is a deal." I wasn't really listening to him. I was glad he would keep his promise, but I was so humiliated and frustrated that I didn't really care about the future. "First round is over. Now it's turn for the 2nd and final round. You need to get me hot again though. Get started." I was about to start sucking him again but he stood up, placed his knees on the couch and put his ass right in front of my face. I don't think he talked again. Or at least, I never heard him again, apart from a few orders. He took my head and forced it in his ass "Don't do anything. Just put your nose in there and get to know each other." I couldn't disobey anyway. I think there's no need to describe the odour of his bare ass and hole. You wouldn't fully get it, unless you lived it.

"Move a bit in there, right yeah that's right, now get your tongue out. Don't put it deep though or I ll swear I ll kick the shit out of you." I did as ordered and moans started to be heard again, after a while. "Awesome, awesome, lie down fast. On your back." I did as ordered. He sat on my face with his butt. He opened it wide with his hand ands his butt-cheecks were hugging half my face. "Oh yes, boy, keep licking, thats the spirit. Eat my sweet ass." It wasn't sweet, at all, trust me."

He was probably satisfied enough. He turned around, placed his butt on my chest and now his balls were stuck on my lips again. After a few cockslaps, I started sucking his cold balls and he closed his eyes in excitement. Pre-cum was sliding down his cock and onto my face. I knew he was about to cum again. "Right, right, turn around. Lie on your back and put your ass up in the air for me, honey." My ex-friend was really going to fuck me in the ass. I did as ordered, once again. It was the final round. My torment was about to end. Then freedom.

I felt his wet cock sliding in my virgin ass. "Oh god the pain, oh please stop, please, I'm a virgin, please, I beg you. I ll lick your feet, your balls, I ll be your slave forever, but please don't fuck me man, please, please!"

"SHUT UP YOU ASSHOLE, don't ruin this or I ll beat you to death, I swear to god I will." Then it striked him, that it really was my first time so he continued "the worst part is over, you ll even feel pleasure in the end, you ll see." However, to be on the safe side that I knew my place and I would keep my mouth shut, he put his foot on my head while he was fucking me doggy style. I started crying. The person I considered a friend had me in fours, put his foot on my head and his dick in my ass. I started feeling his cum swimming inside of me. After just a few seconds he stopped and aimed and shoot at his foot which was on my head, with his cock.

After he dried up, he just sat and left me there alone. He didn't talk to me, or touch me. Not even with his foot. I laid on the floor not believing my experience. I was sure now, nothing worse would happen to me. I watched him as he watched outside the window. His cock was not that hard now and it was with almost no cum at all. His foot was another story though. It was totally white. I could see that he didn't just cummed on the top of it but under the sole too. Then I felt his cum drops sliding from my cheek to my open mouth. I didn't even bother to close it. It didn't matter now.

"Are you okay, bro?" he spoke like all this never happened. Like we just wrestled like we did when we were younger and he hit me hard by accident. "The worst part is gone. Next time, it feels better." He saw the terrified look on my face and quickly added "don't irritate me. I said it, a deal is a deal. I ll never contact you again, but you will see, you will beg me for a next time. Just shh now." I felt empty. Like an object. I just lied there. His voice woke me up "we 're not fully done yet. I have 2 more tasks for you, and then it's over. First, that foot isn't going to clean up by itself. That cock too. Get to it, slave. The cock first. I need to dress up." The word was so painful. It was painful, because it was true. I was his slave. Hell, I wish I was just his slave! I was his bitch, his toy, or worse. I wondered what the final task would be. I regained my last strenghts and got on my knees for the last time. I licked and licked and licked his cock clean. It was wet by my saliva, but spotless. "Be a good boy and get a wet towel to clean it too." I immediately obeyed and slowly massaged his cock with the towel. "Good job. Now go get my underwear." I took it up from the floor and slowly put it on him, so that I wouldn't stain it with his cummed foot. I did the same thing with his jeans. It was a miracle I managed to keep it away from his cum. "Now bring me my t-shirt and then you can start cleaning my foot."

I did, as he asked. He put on his t-shirt himself and watched me as I went down on the floor to lick the cum of his foot. I licked thoroughly on the top, at the heel, under the sole, at the ankles and between the toes. I even licked with slurping sounds, which he probably liked since he started stroking my head with his other foot telling me what a good boy I was. After half an hour or more of licking (I realised he liked getting his foot licked as much as he liked getting his cock sucked), he told me to stop. "Get the towel again. Clean it up. Come on, come on. One more task to go then." I took the wet towel and got his foot spotless of my saliva.

"May I ask what the last task is, Master?" I don't know why I said that. I just did, it just felt appropriate. I was just happy this was finally over. He liked that too.

"Sure, slave. It is a personal task, this one. I haven't asked it from anyone else. But we have a past, so let's remember a part of it. Remember that time my back ached and you massaged it for a couple of minutes? I mentioned before that I liked it."

"You want me to rub your back, sir?" I dutifully asked, still on my knees in front of him.
"Not really. My back is okay. When you made me press my foot on your head though, it was hard for my sweet little foot. I want you to sit on the couch, get my feet on your lap and massage them for... let's say an hour. Every ten minutes, you ought to kiss them and thank them AND me for the experience." I quickly got to it. I caressed and massaged his feet like they were a treasure.

These feet just kicked the shit out of me, they were forced into my mouth, I kissed them, I smelt them, I licked them and I sucked every single toe. Just a few minutes ago, these feet were covered in my friend's cum and I licked them clean. Now, they were sitting on my lap. It was the most normal thing that happened that day though. I mean, I wouldn't like the idea of me rubbing his feet, but it could happen even before he got mad. I wouldn't want it, but if he begged me to do it, and they were really hurting him, I would probably have done it - I like making others feel good. Now, not only wasn't he the one begging, but it was more like I begged for them.

Anyway, I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. Every ten minutes I would take them to my lips and kiss them while saying "thank you, feet. thank you too, master John." He was delighted.

After a good one hour had passed, he nodded me to stop. He then gently placed his balls of his foot on my left cheek and started stroking me. "That's it. If you were more cooperative, we would be done earlier, but for your first time as my slave, it was awesome. You 're probably thinking it was the worst day of your life. But wait and see..." He took his feet off me, got his socks on and stood up in order to leave. It was finally over. My face and mouth hurt like hell, and my ass was red and swollen. But that was it. He would get the hell out of my house and never contact me again. And so he did. We bid goodbye and he just left. Casually, like he didnt just rape my ass, mouth and life.
I didn't wash myself or drink that water I wanted for so many hours. I went to my bedroom, lied on my bed and immediately sleep for what felt like a century. My ego was crashed beneath this person's feet. How could I ever be okay again?

Days passed, however. And it all became better. I didn't really get over it, but after the first week, I felt (and was) able to continue my life like all this didn't happen. After a year or so, he left the army and returned to the neighbourhood. True to his word, he never contacted me or anything. He didn't even wish me happy birthday, two months ago. And then I felt it.

I grabbed my shoes, put a t-shirt on and went straight to his house. I needed some answers. Why did he do this to me? He hurt me for my whole life. I deserved an explanation. What did I do to deserve this? I went to his house, and stepped outside his door. It was noisy inside, so he wasn't alone. Damn, how could I talk about it in front of others. I was so angry with him and myself though, that I didn't care. I ringed the doorbell and a stranger opened the door. "Is John here?" I asked nervously.

"You came for the welcoming party? Good good, of course he is here. Come on." Yeah, a party, so sorry I didn't bring a gift, I thought to myself. Then we walked through a corridor and I saw him after all those months. He was casualy sitting in his sofa with his friends around him, while telling some stories from his army days, I guessed. The guy who I considered a friend and made me his cock-and-foot-bitch was sitting right in front of me. Everyone else disappeared to my eyes and mind. I was about to blurt out my questions or even throw myself at him. But I just couldn't. He was wearing a thin t-shirt. His black hair were shining in the sun that came from the window. He wore a jeans, similar with the ones he wore at my house and his feet were bare in flip flops. I remembered his words. Then he saw me, he looked me with a frozen glare but said nothing. He was waiting for me to say or do something. And so I did. I went in front of him, got on my knees while everyone was watching puzzled at a pervert guy kneeling in front of their friend's feet. I got myself to the floor, got his foot on my hand, removed his flip flops, and planted a passionate kiss on his foot. Then I looked him with watered eyes and said "please..." and immediately got away. Everyone was confused. Everyone, but him. I didn't see him but he was probably grinning right now.

I went home and talked to no one. What did I do? Was I gay? I don't think so. What did he do to my mind? After all he had done to me, I kissed his feet and begged him to return. I just humiliated myself in front of dozen people or so. He was right all along, I don't know how he knew it, but he was right. He was right from the beginning and got me exactly where he wanted. I waited for hours but he didn't call me or show up. Did he forget about it? Or did he just simply didn't care and changed his mind. 3 days passed and still nothing from him. I was feeling so upset. What was this? Should I go to his place again? Did I do something wrong? And then the doorbell rang.

I went to open the door and there he was. "Hey, bro. What's up? Can I come in?" I couldn't open my mouth. There he was at my doorstep, like he just came to play some video games or talk about some girl he liked. After a minute or two of silence, I quickly said "Sure, sure, come in."

He got in, I closed the door and immediately felt the need to kneel in front of him. So I did. I hugged his legs and said nothing. "Whoa, wait a second man, get up, we need to talk." That felt like a knife through my heart. Would he abandon me? Did he changed his mind. He sat on the sofa and put his feet on the table, still wearing his shoes. "I told you I was right man. I m glad you found the courage to come. I was about to come here right the day after you came and kissed my foot in front of my friends, but I thought I should make you a bit more thirsty again. Now that you finally recognised my worth and your place, we can finally talk. See, I don't think you 're gay. I 'm not either. You just want to be dominated by alpha males like me. Many guys do. It's a feeling you inferior dudes have. You feel obliged to serve the stronger man, to show the respect they deserve. I was always a bit bossy around you, and in the end you always did what I asked. Wash the dishes, rub my back, drive me wherever I wanted. It all got clear to me in the army. Now, we 'll spend our lives together. Not like a couple. I 'll just come here few times a week - or a day, it depends on how this goes - and while I 'm here you will be my obedient little slave. Acceptable?"

"Yes, master." The words just got out of my mouth with no second thought.

"Good, I learnt one or two new tricks in the army, I wanna try out. Get my shoes and socks off. Kiss them fast but don't take long. You ll have plenty of time to do that later. Now I want to footfuck you. Yeah you heard right. Go on." I did as ordered. "Right, now still on your knees, turn around and look at the window with your bare ass looking towards me. That's the spirit. Now, embrace yourself. It's gonna hurt a lot at first, but then you 're gonna beg for more." I just stood there and felt his foot stroking and there sliding inside my asshole.

I felt like he cut me in half, but he was my friend and master, so it was all good. After a few mins of intense footfucking, I licked his foot clean, and that wasn't the only thing I licked that night... or the nights to come, or hell, the years to come.