I started to look at other guys, especially their feet, and I would begin to feel something happen to me in my pants. I was so afraid, at first I didn't know what to think of it but then this happened.

Everyday of my 8th grade year in school, I looked at his feet. I was lucky enough to sit behind him in history, but in science I had an even better view. He was in the front row in the column next to mine. I was in the back row so I had a perfect view of his feet without anyone else being able to see me staring. One day, I just couldn't stop staring. He had such beautiful shoes. His socks were the most fantastical in the entire world. The blue and white was just gorgeous and with the gray and orange sneakers! OHHHHH! I could barely stare straight at them. They were so perfect everywhere, I just didn't know where to look. Luckily, he started to take his left shoe off using his right shoe and I could have had an orgasm right then and there. I began to smell the ever so intoxicating stench of my beloved Connor's feet. They smelled delicious. I wanted to taste them so bad. I hadn't realized that the bell rang so when my friends came over and called to me, I jumped out of my wits. "What were you staring at?" one asked. I wanted to tell them all my secret but I was to worried. Anyways, I stayed behind in class a bit to get my books together when he came over. "I need to talk to you for a minute." I was so nervous, had he found out? Did someone tell him I was staring? I hoped not.

I walked out into the hallway with him and we began walking back to our lockers, really slowly. "Sean, there's something that I really need to talk to you about." Oh no! He saw me staring. "So in science class, I've noticed a few things about you. You don't really pay attention to the teacher at all, but you do pay attention to some other things. I don't think you've realized, but I've noticed your attraction to my feet." I almost died. I felt like I was about to faint. Of all the things he could've noticed, he noticed me. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice, but now I have to confess. I have a huge male foot fetish and you just happen to have the most perfect feet in the entire universe." I blurted it out so fast, I wasn't even sure I said it.

"Well, unless you want our entire school to know about you're little, dirty secret, you'll meet me in the locker room in 5 minutes." He trudged off with his beautiful swagger walk. I was so relieved that I finally told someone. My fetish was on my mind all the time and now I can finally say what I'm feeling aloud to someone. I rushed to my locker and filled my backpack with crap I wasn't sure I even needed. I practically sprinted down the hallway, almost slamming into a wall on the sharp corner turn. When I finally reached the locker room door I froze. I wasn't sure if I could go in there. I was afraid of what might happen to me. Would I come out Connor's foot slave for the rest of my life. Would I like it? All of these thoughts just raced through my mind and after 5 minutes I thought I burst. I shook back into reality, it was actually Connor bursting out the door searching for me. I speed walked in through the door and sat down.

"On your hands and knees!" I dropped my bag to the floor and quickly knelt down. "Now," his voice commanding yet so cute, "I've never done this before, but I think I'm going to have fun, and judging by the bulge in your pants you will too." He still had his socks and shoes on which I stared at until he yelled at me to stop. "I have some ground rules that must be followed or I tell everyone that you tied me up and sexually harassed and assaulted my feet. First, nothing of this ever leaves our conversation. Second, you obey anything I tell you to say or do. And thirdly, any of my friends who I would like to torment you with are the only other people to ever know about this."

"Yes sir!" I replied.

"NO!" he yelled which echoed in the room, "you refer to me as either master or high heavenly king!"

"Yes, master!" HE stood up from his seat on the bench. "Lay on the floor!" I lay on my stomach. "FACE UP BITCH!" he screamed at me. "Sorry master" was all I could muster.
He began by commanding me to remove his left shoe. Then the right. "I want to make you suffer. The stench of my feet is unbearable to people who have no sense of smell." He planted his feet firmly on my face making sure to cover my mouth so when I breather I would inhale only the stench. I smelled and smelled his lovely, putrid feet. All the while my boner became harder and harder. "Slave, you are now my bitch. Anytime I ask you to lick my feet, you lick my feet. If I say smell, you say 'HOW LONG?!'" Most of what he was saying was just pure shit. I just wanted to rip off his beautiful socks and lick his feet. His smelly socks covered my face in sweat. I could smell the rank stench of 90 minutes of gym class on my face and I loved it. I wanted to taste his feet but every time I tried to get even just a small taste he would bash my head in with his feet.

Master instructed me to sniff his socks and with each breath tell hm a new word to describe the stench. I took my first whiff. "Delicious!" I took another. "Like a real man!" Even though we were only in the 8th grade I still thought he was a man. "Godly!" I panicked. I ran out of words to say. Luckily, his next instruction was to sit up and begin to lick his socks.

"I want them clean and to smell like new. You have 10 minutes, starting now!" His voice was so demanding and strong. I agreed with anything he said. I sucked the sweat out of his delicious socks and it tasted great. I was a mixture of sweat and a little bit of a rubbery, leathery taste. There was just enough sour in them with a pinch of sweet. I couldn't wait to see what the main event tasted like.

"I want my socks off, but without socks my feet will be cold. I hate cold feet. I guess you'll just have to lick them to keep them warm. I was so excited I could barely stand it. I ripped off his socks, but he chastised me for removing them to fast. I licked his left foot for ages. "My right foot is cold!" I quickly moved over to the right foot being careful to move the left foot over a bit to keep it warm. His soles tasted even better than his socks. They were so sour yet so sweet. The bitter taste of sweat stuck to my taste buds but it was oh so delicious. His perfect sole tasted like a sugary cookie. I could stay there for the rest of my life. I filled my mouth with the delicious taste of sweat in the afternoon.

My boner was just to hard to handle I could barely move it hurt so much pushing against my pants. "Take off your pants." He could see I was slowing up in agony. I did as instructed and it was like a woke up again. Like lightning I jumped onto his feet and sucked his toes like there was no tomorrow. He instructed me to lay on my back again so he could plant his feet in my face. "There will be no licking or smelling right now. You will be a good slave and just lay there. My feet need to air out and let the smell soak into your skin. I lay under his strong, masculine feet, basking in the stench of such a wonderful sight. I began to feel a stir in my lower parts. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I knew that I couldn't move without being chastised.

Master Connor removed his feet from my face and stood up on top of my stomach. He placed one foot back on my face and one on my dick. He gently swayed back and forth. For 20 seconds he crushed my face under his 142 pounds and for another 20 seconds, he squeezed the life out of my poor, weak dick. "Lick my feet bitch!" He kept his right foot upon my face and I liked his soles. My favorite part of the foot is the sole, I loved being crushed under such a big, masculine part of a man's body. After 10 minutes of toe sucking, he took a shower and I lay under him as his shower mat. His feet upon my back felt like daisies when they are freshly picked. Some time later Connor left me. I missed his feet upon my face. I wanted his warm soles back where they belonged, on my face.

To be continued...