I'm tall, 6.4", and very good looking, with sandy hair and blue-grey eyes. I work out a lot and it shows. I'm the kind of guy even other men can't take their eyes off when I walk into a room. But as you'll see, this is all unimportant. Everyone in that room will be grovelling at my feet however I look.

The story starts on a Friday, on a hot night in Manchester. I've just finished university in London and I was going home. I didn't go back to move in with my parents or get a job. I certainly didn't go back because I missed the place. No, I went back with a plan. Something like revenge, and something else entirely.

So on this sweltering Manchester evening I headed into the local pub, where I drank as a kid, and where everyone from my home town still drank. I was wearing jeans and a plain white shirt, unbuttoned to help with the heat, and a pair of beat up old white Adidas trainers, comfy things I've barely taken off in the last few years.

As I walked in I saw some familiar faces, but barely anyone seemed to recognize me, until in the corner at a table five lads turned their eyes on me. They knew who I was. All of them were good looking, some more than others. All tall, all chavy and all in good shape. The tallest and best looking, a macho type called Carl, broke out in a wicked looking grin.

"If it isn't Poodle?" he shouted. His buddies all sniggered. Carl patted his thigh dramatically. "Come here Poodle, come on boy!" His buddies were laughing now, and other people in the pub started grinning.

"You're a prick Carl," I said calmly.

A few things happened at once. The chavy lads all stopped laughing and looked at Carl. Everyone near us backed away, sensing this would turn ugly. Faster than you'd believe Carl lunged up from his seat and was making to throw himself over the table towards me.

"Everybody stay right where they are and shut up," I said. And everyone froze.

So you know something weird is about to happen now, but before I carry on, I should give you a bit of context. To really appreciate what comes next you should really know what came before. So let me tell you about what my life was like 4 years ealier.

"Hey Poodle! Come here boy!" Carl bellowed across the car park.

This was hell. A few weeks ago Carl had caught me looking at a foot fetish website on a school computer and for an alpha male like him that was all the leverage he needed to assert his power over me.

It had started that same day, as he had me bow to him and promise to be his slave. My heart was pounding, I wasn't ready to come out and besides, Carl terrified me. He was nearly a foot taller, and while I was scrawny he was muscles all over. I wasn't even into feet, I'd been looking into BDSM sites and curiosity had led me to that bloody site. And now Carl was smiling down at me triumphantly as I grovelled at his feet. I know that for some people, being turned into a slave by a dominant jock is a fantasy come true, but I was literally terrified, and being made to do things I didn't want to do. I wasn't creaming myself as he mashed his stinking socks into my face, I was revolted and wanted to turn my face away, hold my breath, anything. But fear of being punched, fear of being outed, just fear- it made me as obedient as a guy who's into it.

I don't know where the name Poodle came from. Probably just because it's the gayest dog, and Carl and his buddies treated me like a dog. They were always careful not to take things too far in school, they knew they'd get in a lot of trouble if the arrangement came out in a way they didn't plan. At worst they'd order me around, push me about and sometimes have me kneel down and shine their shoes. In private though they were terrible. All of them got a kick out of me being at their feet, and usually an actual kick too. There's something natural I guess about that feeling of power, and the absolute expression of it in it's simplest form is all about heirachy. And nothing is lower than the floor.

Danny was chubbier than the rest of them, but not fat. He was blonde and pretty good looking and he got a real kick from using his weight to torment me. Maybe he was turning his one flaw into an asset, but he would literally ride me around the house when he was holding my leash. Whenever he could he would use my body or face as a seat rather than the sofa and rather than having his feet worshipped he would just rest them heavily on my face until the weight of his thick legs literally brought tears to my eyes.

Nathan wasn't really into having his feet worshipped that much. He was the smallest of the group, good looking but a bit ratty looking with small dark eyes and black hair. Maybe he knew that he couldn't match the physical dominance of the other boys, so he used me in other ways. If I was around Nathan never farted until he'd gotten my face pressed into his ass. He would order me over and spit right in my face and make me thank him. More than the others, Nathan's abuses were the most dififcut to deal with, because they just kept crushing every remnant of dignity in me. When you're being sat on by Danny and Nathan is sat in front of you feeding you snot and you're saying thank you for each bogey, you will know pain and humiliation.

Daz was the most overtly cruel. He pushed things further than the others when it came to actual abuse. He would slap me repeadly until I was bawling my eyes out and then he would carry on slapping me. He'd call me across to him on my hands and knees and then kick me across the room, done with me. Nathan would be farting in my face and Daz would be throwing things at me. He had a rough home, and I think for Daz the slave element was a bit of a laugh for him, but what he really enjoyed was having a human punchbag. I got so many bruises I had to carry on a huge lie to my parents that I was training in martial arts, which my new masters seized on. When one of them would order me round to his house they would say it was for "Training".

Matt was the best looking one, after Carl. I'd always crushed on him the hardest in school, partly because he was hot, and partly because he was actually pretty smart and nice. Where the rest of the lads were a bit rough, Matt was effortlessly popular too, getting on with most circles in our year. Matt just liked to be worshipped, he didn't have any particular brand of cruelty like the rest. He was on the football team so his feet pretty much always stank, he'd wear his football trainers all the time. I think what made it so hard with Matt was the fact that this was a genuinely nice guy who laughed when Daz would whip me, and then call me over when I was upset and smile benignly at me as he made me lick filthy lint from between his toes. Even the nice guy didn't see me as quite human anymore.

Carl was the boss, of me and the lads. The others would squabble sometimes over who got to control me, but when Carl called his Poodle over they relinquished me. The first and only time someone didn't was when Nathan jokingly told Carl to fuck off, that he was having his fun with me. Carl had ran over, thrown Nathan onto the floor and planted a massive trainer on the side of his face.

"It could be you down there, got it?" Carl said, and although he never did anything like that again, the others never questioned his ownership of me again either. A few nights later Nathan had me sleep over at his, and literally strapped my face against his pants. Everytime I thought I might get to sleep he'd crack out another fart and leave me gagging for air.

As I said, Carl was the boss and he really made sure I knew it. He took the most care to actually train me. Within a week every move I made and sound that came out my mouth was according to the rules Carl had made. I never spoke unless spoken to. I was never allowed to stand in their presence, only crawl or kneel. Ever order was to answered with "yes sir", with one twisted exception. If it was something I really didn't want to do I was allowed to say "thank you sir", just to rub it in how powerless I was to disobey. It got to a point that I was already following an order before Carl had finished making it, he'd got me so well trained. He would sometimes give me orders that broke the rules just so he could punish me, like making me stand as tall as possible, or look him in the eye, and then whip me with a belt.

Carls feet stank the worst, and they always stank. He was just naturally sweaty I think, and added to how sporty he was and the fact that he started never washing his socks the smell was usually unbearable. He knew that I didn't have a foot fetish so most of his dominance was expressed in exactly that way. He would have me rub his feet for hours and hours, until my knees were on fire. He would have me sniff each toe for half an hour, directing my face over his feet as he watched TV, just because he could. When Danny would ride me around the house Carl would strap his trainer over my face to "make sure I didn't get too used to fresh air". Needless to say when I'd sleep over at Carl's house, which was a lot, we slept top-and-tail, usually with as many of his massive toes wedged in my mouth as would fit and a sock taped over my nose.

This was my life for nearly a year. There was never anything sexual. For a bunch of guys who could've written the book on gay fetish, they'd obviously never read it. Each of them was straight and had no interest in letting me anywhere near their cocks, maybe being so secure in their sexuality and so smug in their macho aspects was both why they got such a kick from having a slave and why they were able to do it without worrying what it meant.

Eventually I left for uni, I've no idea how I'd managed to keep my grades up enough, but at least the torment had been less obvious in my actual lessons. By the time I'd finished school everyone in it called me Poodle and I think more than a few had some idea of what was going on with Carl and his lackeys. I couldn't wait to leave. I told myself that this was a fresh start, where nobody would refer to me as a dog and I could actually get comfortable with my sexuality. No more bruises, no more "yes sirs", no more aching crawls with a beefy chav on my back using my hair as a painful rein, and no more- never again- would my face be anywhere near the stinking sweaty sole of another man's foot.

So now you know the most shameful part of my story, what do you think? Do you think I'm ashamed? I was then, but honestly looking back I wouldn't change a thing. You have no idea how much sweeter it makes what happened in the future.

I got my wish at uni, the fresh start. I had a growth spurt and as I grew into my features I was suddenly everyone's friend. I started working out and got built. Nobody pushed me around. I was cool, I was hot and I was dominant. I came out, and started getting into kink. I took to wearing one pair of white adidas trainers all the time, the smell was unbelievable. I liked finding the biggest, roughest guy in the bar and when he was practically begging to come back to mine I'd only let him once he agreed to call me Master. Then we'd get back and I'd take a lead out of the drawer and do to him what I'd once endured. I never worried what this meant for me. I enjoyed it. It was my place. The floor was for everyone else, they just needed a good Master to force them down.

I enjoyed life like this until something strange happened, something that changed everything, something so far from the ordinary you probably won't believe me. And after this strange event, I took the quickest train home I could find. I thought Carl and his cronies had had quite enough fresh air for one lifetime...

* * * * * * *

You'll remember where we left things. I'd told you about my past, about my forced servitude to a group of chavs. We left things right as their leader, Carl, was making a lunge for me. I told you that something strange had happened to me, something that would change everything.

But before I explain everything, let's see a little more...

A few things happened at once. The chavy lads all stopped laughing and looked at Carl. Everyone near us backed away, sensing this would turn ugly. Faster than you'd believe Carl lunged up from his seat and was making to throw himself over the table towards me.

"Everybody stay right where they are and shut up," I said. And everyone froze.

All through the pub every single mouth closed, and aside from the music it was total silence. Nothing moved, arms were rigid as glasses no longer lifted to mouths. The eyes of the captive room darted around in fear, coming to settle on me, the only one moving.

"Carl, Danny, Nathan, Daz and Matt, you will stay where you are and remain silent." I smiled at the boys. "The rest of you can go somewhere else or go home, and you will forget the last ten minutes of this night. Now."

The pub emptied immedietely, except for the five well built men I'd named.

I walked behind the bar, my feet squelching noisely in my sweaty trainers. They were white adidas, barely white now, and I'd worn them constantly for the last three years. Even over the smell of the pub I could catch ripe whiffs as I stepped.

Behind the bar I grabbed a bottle of beer and turned the music down.

Slowly I pulled a comfy chair into the middle of the room and sat watching the silent lads. I was in no hurry. I flexed my wet toes in my trainers as I looked at them, savouring what was to come. Each one was gorgeous, a real man, and each one was powerless even to speak after my command.

Eventually, I spoke. "All of you will never again make any move to hinder or hurt me. You are my slaves. I am your Master, and you will make no effort to leave any room that I am in. Unless given permission you will speak only when spoken to, although for tonight I will allow you to speak if I am not talking. You will answer any order with 'Yes Master' and you will never, ever stand up in my presence. Do you understand slaves?"

As one, with real fear in their voices they answered "Yes Master."

I grinned widely. "Now get down on your hands and knees in front of me," and with a 'Yes Master' they complied, five massive alpha males crawled towards me, their heads bowed in shame as they came nearer to my feet. As they all lined up in a grovelling semi-circle I could tell that they could smell my trainers.

"How are you doing this? Just let us go, I swear I-" Carl began.

"Silence slave!" Carl's mouth snapped shut, and I could see his throat choke as he tried to obey the order and say yes master at once.

"Sit up on your knees." Carl came towards me with a muttered acknowledgment until I was looking down at his face. Which I slapped, hard. "You may thank me slave."

"Yes Master, thank you Master." Tears welled in Carl's eyes, something I'd never seen before.

I smiled down at him, my blood racing with the joy of his submission. "And what are you thanking me for slave?"

"I don't know, just let me go, keep the others, I-"

I ordered Carl silent as I slapped him again.

"It may not have been an order slave, as I want you to have room to disobey, so that I can enjoy your obedience all the more," I took a pause to spit on Carls face because, well because I could. "But you'd do well to consider calling me Master when you speak to me."

His face took a defiant edge. Good, something to play with.

"I'll tell you what, I've got five of you here, that's more than enough. You know I'm gay and I've always fancied you. So for old time sake, you choose a slave out of one of your friends and you can play with him while I enjoy the others?"

Without hesitation Carl breathlessly said, "Yes Master, I choose Nathan, let me go and I'll do whatever you want to him!"

"Excellent choice slave! I'll let you two play together for a while! Nathan, pull down your sweatpants and boxers."

With a yes master and a look of confusion Nathan, still kow-towing on the floor, did just as ordered.

"Carl, go and press your face as tightly as you can into Nathan's arse crack, so hard you can barely breathe. If you're about to choke you can back off a little but return the moment you won't pass out."

"Yes Master, but you said-" Carl began, but was cut off as I said "Save your breath slave, you'll need it. This will be a long night."

As Carl's face began to descend on Nathan's ass I said "Nathan, fart as often as you are able." And as Nathan said yes master with what sounded almost like enthusiasm I could see the rage on Carls face the moment before he pressed it into his friends stinking arse.

"Well slaves, while the others are playing, what shall we do? Danny, tell me honestly: what would you be doing to me right now if you could, other than attacking me?"

I could see that he didn't want to answer.

"I'd be sitting on you... Master."

"Good slave! Well, I'm a lot bigger than I was, so I'd probably take your weight a lot more easily. And you've grown into yours so it wouldn't be so hard to carry you. That doesn't sound nearly as fun as it used to does it slave?"

"Err, no Master"

"Hmmm, I wonder, do you think it might be more fun if we switched it a bit?"

"Err..."

"Get up, move this chair, get down on your hands and knees with your back straight and get ready to be a chair you little pig. Now slave!"

With an unhappy expression, made more unhappy by having to say yes master with each command, Danny did as ordered. It was heartwarming to watch him pathetically move the chair still on his hands and knees.

"Actually slave, maybe this isn't right..."

"Yeah, errr, Master, maybe I could go, or do something to one of the others? Err, Master."

"On no, you're going to be my chair, and my horse for a very long time, I just don't think that it's right for a chair or a horse to wear clothes." It was a testament to how resigned he had become, Danny struggled out of his clothes without even needing a direct order. He didn't say yes master, but all good things in time.

As he crounched and straightened his back, I smacked his arse hard twice and as heavily as I could- which with my size was very heavily, sat on his back. I reached down, and by the hair grabbed his head until it was bent back and he could look into my eyes.

"Keep as still as you can, if you fall you will regret it. If I told you to, you'd walk off a bridge right now, so don't push me you little bitch." Danny caught a whimper. "I'm going to be getting you a saddle and a harness horsey, so here's a pleasant thought to occupy you as the others get my direct attention. You'll be doing this for a very long time." As Danny whimpered I turned away and I could hear him breathlessly repeating "Yes Master" to himself. Too easy.

I surveyed my little empire as I sat on my throne, it's naked muscles quivering but rigid. I stuck my thumb in it's mouth because I could, and smiled as it began to suck it geedily. I smiled even more at Nathan as he let out a particularly loud and wet fart onto Carl's face, followed a few seconds later by Carls ever so briefly retreating head. Carl glared at me in a tiny instant before ramming his face into the rank arse with a look of horror. Daz would find that the new way of things would not be easy for him, but I admit that the look of satisfaction on his own face was delicous. He had never had a fraction of the abuse I got from these men, and had abused me himself. But he was still the smallest, the weakest of them and this must have been satisfying.

Matt and Daz we're still on their hands and knees faces angled away from my stinking trainers. 

"Crawl closer slaves until your noses are pressed onto my feet," I said, flexing my toes again and releasing- I knew- wafts of foot sweat over them.

Together they said "Yes Master", and crawled like good slaves towards the stink.

So, how much more explanation do you need? You know what I can do, even if you don't know yet how I'm able to do it.

This was merely the start, although the night was long and I'll tell you more. But with a gift like mine, it wasn't just the lives of five bullies I was going to change. I had power over anyone, over everyone, even if they didn't know it yet. One order, just one, and they'd know their place. I was the Master. The whole world would know it.