It all began when I was expelled from my previous university. I cheated on a test.

My parents were so angry so they put me in another one, an all-male college. Turns out that one member of one of the most secret college fraternities said something about my family damaging his family very badly.

Before the 3rd day I was captured by said fraternity and he wanted to punish me for what my father did, so my punishment routine was this: Thirty different dudes from the campus all remove their shoes at a random time per day and form a line. My tasks consist of:

- Lick the toejam between the toes of all my "masters". The first in line being the hygienic alpha and last one being the master who never takes off his socks. That was a real change for me because I didn't ever considered gay in the first place, but it did't matter. I was forced to eat, lick and swallow whatever they wanted.

- Sometimes they would humilliate me more by also making me lick the weeks old smegma of their penises, drink their piss and even making me meals I had to "enjoy". One of the meals was a sandwich with "special faggot cheese" which was toejam and whatever my masters wanted to put in it; piss, dirt from under their nails, cum or whatever. To drink they gave me a glass full of sweat extracted from their socks and other clothes.

- They rotated the line frequently so each day the first dude in line was the 30th dude from the day before. This means that I have smelled the feet and tasted the toejam out of all my 30 masters from 1 day without showering to 30 days without showering and with socks that haven't been washed in months.

All these tasks and worship, as they called it, are to make sure I'm training to become a better fag everyday. Sometimes they take it to a whole other level, making me wear a butt plug, collar, chastity device and tweezers on my nipples.

The footwear and clothing in general varies, sometimes they wear nice formal shoes, combat boots, industrial footwear or adidas sneakers. It really depends. Not just that, they sometimes bring "special guests", teachers, construction workers or other men from all over the world, because the fraternity has a global network. Some of these men haven't taken their shoes off in years.

Of course I have to say and answer what they want me to so when they ask me if their feet smell good, I have to say yes, if their toejam tastes good, I have to say yes, because that is real respect for the master. If the master is clean or hasn't showered in months I had to worship him and enjoy regardless. I have to thank him for whatever comes from his body as a sign of basic respect.

I am not the only foot fag in this organization. There are hundreds of foot fags and each foot fag there are 30 masters.

Right now I'm with Master Austin, and he is humilliating me by making me touch myself while I eat cheez wiz from his sweaty feet. He also humilliated me by making me write this story and later he is going to make me buy his sweaty 2 month old socks for $50 and tie them to my nose so I can smell them whenever no masters are using me. All the money I make is for my masters, ¿do you think everything was free? No, each thing my masters give me like that toejam sandwich or the glass of sock sweat costs money.

I now had trained so much that I enjoy this treatment.