I sat on the bench watching Jeremy finish getting what he wanted. The sales representative was offering him different types of shoes from sneakers to Sperrys.

“Yeah I think I’ll try that pair,” he affirmed to the sneakers she had brought out.

“Okay! What size should I bring out for you?”

“A 12 and a half or 13 please.”

Jeremy was one of the nicest guys in town. Decently tall, maybe a 5’11 or 6’, he didn’t work out, he was kind of fat, but certainly strong. He made fun of things a lot, but never in a mean way.

He unlaced his shoes and put them aside. I saw him bring out his socked feet one at a time. He wore nike calf socks that were tight to the contour of his feet.

“A medium sock usually goes up to size 12, and a large is size 13, so my socks rarely fit me right.” he told me. I saw the sock almost wanting to tear and open up his wide foot. His few extra pounds for his height certainly gave him wide feet. He would even hint at me weirdly that it made something else wide. I would roll my eyes and laugh. He had a girlfriend not too long ago, but they broke up. They probably dated for about a year. In our bro talks he would always tell me about how nice she would suck his dick.

He put his shoes to the side, and rested his feet on this pillow-thing the shoe store had for his guests. I noticed how big his feet were then, they were bigger than the pillow. He wiggled his socked toes over the pillow in relief. His socks were white, and the bottoms of them were darkened from dirt and wear, we were out all day. He rubbed his feet back and forth on the pillow. He held his head down in his hands, waiting for the new shoes, but it looked like he was thinking about something. He rubbed his feet even harder on the pillow.

"Here you go!” the salesperson brought back the pair. Jeremy loved the pair so much he walked out with them.

We wanted to walk through the mall a bit more before we’d leave. We passed a few stores and chatted about school and girls. All of a sudden I felt my wallet drop out of my pocket. I bent down to pick it up, but before I could reach all the way somebody from behind me had snatched it. I turned around and quickly saw the person, this kid who looked like he went to our school.

“HEY!” Jeremy shouted so loud that the people around us stopped. The kid looked up, he was a kid from our school, but I couldn’t quite remember our name. He was a rough kid, taller than me, just shorter than Jeremy. The kid was terrified. I didn’t speak. “I think you should give that back…”

Hearing the confident rage in Jeremy’s voice, the kid, shaking, reached out and dropped the wallet, turned around, and started to book it. Jeremy didn’t look intimidating at all at first, but when you pissed him off, or messed with me, you got his bad side.

He drove us back to his place to hang out and watch TV before it got too late. We just got to his basement and finally sat on his couch and put sitcoms on. “What would you have done if I wasn’t with you there?” He asked me as he unlaced his new sneakers.

“I honestly have no idea,” I laughed back at him as he kicked off his shoes.

He brought his feet onto the couch, in my direction. I had a thorough look to the somewhat dirty soles of his socks. “Maybe you would’ve defended yourself, maybe.” He smirked, wiggling his toes. “You basically owe me.”

“Maybe,” I laughed. We turned to watch the TV. We were tired from the day at the mall, so it wasn’t long before I saw his eyes drift, and then him suddenly fall asleep, his stature along the couch and feet looking right at me. I had to curl up into a ball because he took up so much of the space, but I too, felt myself slowly drift.

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I didn’t want to wake up but there was so much noise. There was, like, clicking, and distant echoes of something, some footsteps and clanking of things. I even heard some wind. My eyes slowly opened but would sharply close again. Textures of yellow and brown peered through my watery eyes. I was finally awake, somewhat. I looked around and noticed the windows were open, really open. The air was flowing through the room and making me chilled. I turned over but everything felt kind of hard and uncomfortable.

I opened my eyes more. There was nothing I could see behind the immediate bamboo wall. I turned again and saw an empty room of a few beds and open windows, windows so open as they were just openings in the wall. The beds, including what I was on, were just of straw and bamboo. It was a little chilly from the breeze, but also humid. Thankfully I was wearing so little. Wait?

I had on just a  straw belt to keep on my lower garments, with no undergarment to shade me if a breeze were to perk it up. My torso was mostly bear, but I wore a thin cloth around my shoulder like a sash, white, and tight to my body. The room smelled like bamboo and the leaves from the tree outside, but then also like men who had been living in this space.

I turned my head, trying to follow the soft, clicking rhythm. I was basically totally awake, and turned my head to small peephole left in the bamboo, leading into the next room. The wall was ripped. Through it I probably saw too much.

In the next room I saw what I could swear to be Jeremy, he almost looked bigger. He was just seated in this nicely huge, tall, lifted bamboo chair, leaned back and subtly moaning. The chair had a small stream of water flowing around it, making such a subtle noise. I then saw another boy, dressed the same as me, knelt over at his front side.

I only saw the profile of Jeremy’s head, his hand and part of his arm that leaned over the rest of his chair, and a bit of his leg and bare foot stretched out to the side of the boy. The boy’s head just went up and down. Only in the moments when he fully released I saw Jeremy’s large, and wide cock spring up into the air. His cock was so impressive, huge and certainly wide as is Jeremy, olive-skinned as is Jeremy. His cock head was cut, and drooling with the boy’s saliva.

Jeremy just continued to euphorically moan at the boy’s efforts. After such pause, the boy reached his hands into the water just below Jeremy’s feet, cupping just enough into his hands that he could use to lathe upon Jeremy’s impressive, erect penis. Jeremy moaned even greater to what looked like the cold sensation of fresh water being rubbed on on his dick. It grew even stronger after the feeling. The boy returned his neck into submission, closing his eyes as he ever so lightly closed his lips on the head of Jeremy’s phallus.

“Yes Master,” I heard the boy utter before resuming his task. Jeremy just continued to softly moan. Beside the scene through this peephole, I only could hear the whistling of the wind, and the soft sound of a flute in the distance. The environment was so tranquil, as tranquil as Jeremy’s moans to his servant boy giving him pleasure.

The boy took more water to his master’s penis, and stroked it softly with his own hands, giving soft licks to the top of his head, while his master’s moans became ever more intense. Jeremy began to jut his knees and shake, and soon I saw a battalion of ejection fall onto his servant’s face. The servant returned his head onto the cock of his master, who gave out his final, long moans. The boy then dug his face into the stream around his master’s high seat, kissed each of his master’s bare feet, rose to a bow, and left the room.

“Famol.” I heard Jeremy ask. “Famol…” he began to shout, as he was left unanswered. “Famol” he finally raged. I heard the approaching of someone from outside the dormitory. It was a guard, dressed in certain armor with a spear, looking at me with condescension and alert.

I rose, assuming that whatever concerns were awaiting me, and walked into the room where Jeremy waited. I didn’t speak as I walked in front of him, facing him. He was dressed more like the guard, armor to his shoulders and arms, not his chest, where he wore an elegant robe over his undergarment. A bamboo crown, three bamboo high, circled his curly hair. His arms were firm on their rests. He wore a belted skirt, but I could see his legs, rich in his dark hair, and his feet, which he stretched out, as big as I remembered, but bare, wagging his toes on the rest, the foot rest that bridged over the stream. I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

“It’s rather late.” Jeremy explained, as if forgiving me for something. “I expect my fruit and water within a two hour’s notice?” he toned to me as a questioned.

“Yes.” I simply said. The guard had came and poked me out of his hall, directly behind into the threshold outside.

There was only a little of space between where Jeremy sat on the high-chair and the threshold from the bamboo hut to the walkway outside. Not long after I left did I come to a complete stop to observe everything around me. I was standing on a firm wooden causeway, at least two hundred feet above the ground. The paths stretched out in a network from tree to tree, going well past beyond what I could see. At the trees, the wood was structured into the trunks, and small huts of bamboo were built along its entire expanse. All seemed modestly sized, beside the one I had just left, which was slightly bigger and more profound.

I continued to walk down the paths and saw people process back and forth. There were many men in sandals, dressed in elegant beiges and reds, wearing belts and certain bamboo hair accessories over their ears, talking, laughing, discussing matters I couldn’t quite understand. Beside them, dressed like me, were boys picking fruits from the extensive branches and leaves of each tree. They collected them into buckets, and took them different places. I continued to walk until I noticed an open spot with a basket unused. It was apart from many of the other fruit collectors, beside only one other.

I stopped, noticing this, watching the other boy look back at me. “You’re late today.” he told me. He was about my height, slightly shorter, wearing my exact same outfit, also barefoot. His hair was a little curlier than everybody else’s. He looked back at me, then turned his head back to his berry picking.

“I’m sorry.” I just said. I moved inward toward the untouched berry branches in front of me. I began to take the berries into the bucket, trying to replicate the style to which the boy next to me had.

“You’re weird today,” he told me. I shrugged. “That’s what you get for sleeping late, I guess.”

“I guess.” I told him back, wanting to laugh, but was afraid to.

“It’s okay. Master is so merciful and protective,” he seemed to reassure me. All I thought about after him saying that was the image of the boy sucking his dick, kissing his feet, and then my interaction with him following. This was Jeremy!

Two men walked behind us. One dressed in that beige, another in that red garment. I couldn’t make out much of their speak, but easily heard ‘Jeremius’.

“Jeremius” I outwardly said to myself.

“What is with you today?” the boy beside me asked alertedly.

“What?” I asked him.

“Does sleeping late really have you that out of touch?” He asked me. “You sleep in. You say his name. What other of Master’s rules will you break?”

I turned to my berries, and continued to pick silently. I had a full bucket, and thought hopefully it was as much as Jeremy would have wanted. I somehow needed to ask where I could find water.

I saw a guard approach the two of us. I didn’t want to seem clueless, and just continued to pick berries, nearly overfilling the bucket.

“Famol.” They addressed the nice boy. He turned around, terrified, shaking.

“Yes, yes sirs!” he saluted and listened, terrified as to what was to be said.

“There has been an intrusion into the grain supply by a famol working within this sector. Do you know of anything, 28?” They asked my friend.

“No!” He just replied, nearly fainting.

“What about you, 29?” They asked, turning to me.

I hesitated. “Oh no, no.” I then soon clarified.

“WE FOUND HIM! THE SPY TO THE FAR DOMINION!” other guards shouted from around the nearest tree. All of a sudden four guards surrounded another working boy and took him captive, holding his arms behind his back and walked him away, down the causeway.

“What did he do?” I asked 28.

“Oyyy. You’re still new meat, so I guess I’ll explain.” He went on. “As you know, master is very merciful and forgiving, but if you don’t do your job right, there are consequences. If you steal, or break Master’s code. There are even worse consequences!” I slowly felt the fear. “If you just do your job, like a loyal famol to our Village Master, there’s no reason to worry, even though the guardsmen are always so big and intimidating.” I saw the captured boy be processed further down the causeway, to where I saw a moment of openness from the guard railing. “I think they’re going to terminate him, he must’ve stolen from being too hungry.” I saw them bring the boy to the edge, and the guards simply pushed him over. I watched the boy fall through the air, down below the fog that was dense enough to block out almost anything from being seen beneath it. I heard a crack. It was only a few seconds when I heard the hisses and growls, and panting and charging of things way down below. I heard vicious noises for a few minutes, and then total silence. “You still don’t want me to tell you what’s really down there.” He assured.

“29!” Another guardsman called. I simply turned around. “Master has replaced his day’s waters. It is no longer required of you. If you have collected all your needed berries, report back, now.” I turned around to my friend, giving a silent ‘see you later’ as I took my berry bucket, and walked slowly back to Jeremy, ‘Master’, as I guess he was now to be called.

I walked back into the threshold I had came out of. Jeremy was still seated in his high-chair, around cleaner water. A guard immediately took the bucket out of my hands, and carried it away into another room.

I stood there. Hesitated. I felt a sharp pinch in my neck, bringing me to a kneel, I was then kicked so that I landed in a prostration in front of Jeremy’s big feet, the feet I knew from growing up, bare, with a mild afternoon stench. Terrified, and thinking of what I had seen before, I kissed each of Jeremy’s feet. I returned to a kneel.

“My day’s waters have been replaced already. I am ready for my wash. I believe there are a few fresh cloths left.” I turned my head and noticed the few cloths on a rack to the far side of the hall. I was thrown one of the rags by the guard who was in the room far beside us. He stretched out one foot, holding it to the ground on his heel, then lifting it up before my face. I became scared, and kissed it again. “No!” He yelled. “Just wash it!”

I held his foot in my hand. It was a big as I guess I remember always seeing it, but it felt like it was the biggest foot I had ever seen. It was the same olive color, and his thick leg hair was the same thick black. He looked so majestic sitting upon his high-chair like that, wearing a Master’s garments, holding his foot out to me, the servant boy who was resigned to wash it. With my other hand, I dipped my cloth into the stream, with new, fresh water, and brought the cloth to the the side of his big foot, and rubbed it up and down his soles. He flexed his toes, and arched his head up.

His foot smelled. It didn’t reek, but I could feel a strong man’s afternoon scent. His foot was hard, as hard as his muscles looked, but wide, and smooth. He had no calluses. I rubbed the wet cloth over his whole foot, and gently tweaked it along his toes. He resigned the one foot from my hand to the rest, and held up the other, as I began to repeat the same process. He loved the feeling of my cleaning between his toes, I could see him roll his head back and close his eyes as I pressed along the inner skin of each toe. His feet felt so strong and powerful, I felt humbled to hold them, and humbled to have this somewhat honor of washing his strong feet. He resigned both feet to the rest. Despite the wash and clean shine of his feet, they still held that afternoon smell.

“I can tell my feet are not yet cured of their scent, Famol of mine.” I looked up at him. “It’s a good time for their inspection.” He stretched out his feet so that they were arched upward, pointing at me. 

I somehow understood this. I lowered my face in a very submissive kneel, and dug my head into his feet. My nose every so softly traced his two soles and I sniffed and gathered more strong that afternoon scent that had filled our part of the room. He wiggled his toes inward to cave me in further to his entrapping, wide, feet. He could sense the enjoyment as I smelled them, and continued to push them into my face, putting pressure as he smiled. I felt like his little servant dog obediently showing respect at his feet.

“Okay servant!” He spoke. “My feet still stench of a master’s afternoon.” With the strength of his feet alone he dragged me further up onto the foot rest, and turned me so that my face was upward toward the thatched ceiling. I saw his feet close in on my face. Darkness. “You will remove of the stench, and worship your master’s feet.”

It felt so natural, I couldn’t tell why. I just knew what to do. I couldn’t see, just feel the imprints of my master’s massive feet press down on my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked over the toes of the master who ruled me. I licked up the soles of the big feet of the man who protected me. I was his, and he was so right that I should be down there licking his big beautiful feet as his servant boy. I licked up his soles, pushing my head in that I arched his foot up so slightly.

“Yes, servant. Lick your master’s feet.”

I continued to lick deeper and deeper into the skin of Master’s massive soles. They were so big and strong. He was so big and strong. I felt myself falling in love. “Yes, Master.” I said. He lifted his feet slightly off my face to hear the submission of my words. “You are my strong master, my ruler, my protector.” I told him admiring the masterful feet that hung above my face. “I am your forever servant boy.” I finished, seeing his feet fall back onto my face as I happily licked. Holding my wet hand from the water to my own, now, erect penis, I stroked up and down, trying to lick his feet more, but couldn’t. I just became distant from it all, more, and more.

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I found myself holding onto my erect dick through my shorts. Jeremy had slouched further on the couch, and his big socked feet were now in my lap. I woke up. I just looked at the massive feet hanging on my legs. I so wished I could take off those socks and just lick those big feet like I should be doing.

“What are you doing?” I heard Jeremy say. He was slowly waking up, seeing my hand on my dick, somewhat erect.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” I told him. I was clearly going to jack off. I sat in the toilet, in the bathroom at the far end of the basement just thinking about that wonderful dream, so wanting to finish it. I stroked myself more and more, wetting my hands on the sink to get it just a little wet. I opened my eyes to see that Jeremy had left his running shoes in the bathroom just before the closed door. I told myself to not. “No, no, no. Just get it done and go home.”

I lost the fight. I got up off of the toilet, and knelt onto the floor in a crawl. His running shoes were right there. His Nikes, his beautiful sneakers that read 12.5s on the inside. I held my nose in it and smelled. He must have used them recently because they smelled like his big beautiful feet. How I would give almost anything to have him there with me, holding his feet on the back of my head, pushing my face further into the sole like it was some pathetic punishment. I continued to smell in each one.

Noticing the crack between the door and the flooring, just an inch or so, I looked into it to see if he was nearby. He was still on the couch. So far back I could see that he pulled it back and reclined. I couldn’t see his body or face, just his thick, black leg hair, and his bare feet. His bare feet! He had taken his socks off since I was in the bathroom. His feet were crossed as he watched TV and I watched him rub them together. Holding his running sneaker to my nose, and thinking of the raunch of his big feet after a run, and seeing him rub his actual bare feet together like a tired man after a long day of work needing his boy to tend to them, I continued to jerk off on the floor of his bathroom. Jeremy. Sweaty post-run feet. Rubbing bare feet on the couch like a king. Like a master. I loved all of it.

I jacked off. A lot. It was all over the tile floor of the bathroom. I easily cleaned it up, and then put his shoes back exactly as they were.

“Everything okay?” he asked as I opened the door.

“Oh yeah.”

I continued to watch a little more TV, then was on my way back home for the day.