My Warrior
by Mr. Jersey
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Theo wasn't per se a "big guy," but he was certainly a forceful one.
His workout buddies always cited him as the most stern during their daily routines. A kid only 5'8", 190 lbs and size 11 feet, he had quite a temper and frequently had semi-controlled meltdowns, usually over dumb things. Thus, nobody dared to challenge or provoke him. His suite-mates were terrified of him, and his roommate only had some courage around him as the two knew each other from their hometown.
We all had the same classes together, the same major. We spent time together working on projects where I learned of Theo's surface personality-- he was intelligent, somewhat shy at first, had this aggressive tone, he was also a great artist. We had a lot of mutual interests and slowly became closer and closer. Come October I'd find myself frequently having Friday night drink-a-thons at Theo's suite. We often hung out in his room on his bed together. He'd lay on his bed and I'd sit up. He knew I was gay, I knew he wasn't, yet he persistently played around with me as if he was bi-sexual, I didn't know what to think of it. Our relationship was at this point for several weeks, the first friday in December our intensive classes ended and we found ourselves with a week until finals where we could take it easy.
Being college kids, we celebrated drinking in Theo's suite. I was my usual level of intoxicated, some comfortable level between tipsy and straightforward drunk, but Theo had rather a little too much to drink. He in general is a touchy person but tonight he exceeded himself. His hands were constantly on my chest or at my waist whenever we were together. Those bed conversations were more intimate as at one point he pulled me by my collar from my upright position so that I was laying next to him, keep in mind his strength, I was his little rag-doll. His smile towards me was one of foreshadow, that he had something up for me. It was only like 1:30 am but most people had left, his suite-mates were back in their room and his roommate was out at a different party. After the suite-mates closed their door, Theo closed his and locked it. I was still in the room but I had gotten up to sit on a chair at his desk.
Theo returned and started rubbing my back gently, and then moved his hand up my neck and to my hair, rubbing it in a circular motion. With his other hand resting on my shoulder he started to squeeze as I pinched myself inward in pain. He always hurt me though now he wasn't letting go. I told him to stop but he told me that he liked seeing me in pain, especially when he was afflicting it. He started to not only squeeze but drag, and soon I was forced off the couch onto the floor. Theo then sat in the seat, still moving me around at his pleasure. He flipped me so that I was face up, and moved the chair above my middle region. He then took his shoes off, which I hadn't noticed had been on all night, and rested his long, white-socked feet on my chest, nuzzling one up to my chin. He said he had been waiting for this moment.
I tried nuzzling out but he had applied more and more pressure, holding me down, his feet had become clamps. He finally raked me into submission as I just simply gave up and recovered the breath I had lost from trying to squeeze out. He rubbed his feet slowly but hard up and down my chest. He then got off the chair, pushed it back, rested his feet to either side of my torso, and squatted above me. With one hand he lifted my head up toward him, and with the other he caressed my neck and cheek. He said I was a pretty boy and that I deserved to have someone strong and dominant watch over me and protect me. As he said this he lifted my head up even more that our faces met. He then kissed me, first on the mouth, and then worked his slow, affectionate but yet painful kisses. I think I was in love but yet shocked and had no idea how to respond as even questioned reality at this point. He worked his way up until he bit my ear and started to pull it. I was in pain again and subtly yelped, he laughed and did it again.
I shed a tear, to which he released my ear and proceeded to lick the tear up. He then went back to my ear and told me "It's okay baby, you are my beautiful pony boy, and I love and adore you and will protect you from all harm, but I am also your master and will do whatever I please with you, and you will return with nothing but compliance, admiration and praise," he then bit my ear as hard as he could. I teared again, I told him "Yes Master" knowing that was the way to break the pain. He finally let go and licked my ear. By now he'd tossed me to my side, and he sat on my hip like I was an actual pony, he leaned in as he bit me. He'd rub his big feet, down in my vision, against my body to sort of "mark his spot" with me.
He was still licking my ear, clearly enjoying it, I was silent, just fear breathing, slowly coming to terms with this. I loved the idea of this powerful hunk to watch over me, but I was afraid of it at the same time. As I thought, I had the feeling of a wet, warm tongue caress the side of my face and dig into my ear, back and forth, back forth. He slowly rubbed his erection, still in his jeans against my side. He leaned back up and held his foot to my face. "Kiss daddy's feet." he demanded. I kissed his pearly white socks, tight that it conformed to the shape of his foot and toes. "Kiss it again." I did. "Kiss it more." I didn't stop kissing, I was kissing right at his middle-lower sole as his toes clenched my nose. I also inhaled to breath, getting a whiff off the sock scent and a little foot odor. He then changed it all.
He stood up, pushing me with a foot so I lay on my back. The chair returned, but further back. He sat in his chair majestically giving me a look of hunger, I was like his sex meal. He then came back to me and crouched, took his hand and held up my shirt, he then dragged me around and placed me so my back was up against the front of the chair, my head in front of his crotch. He rubbed his feet on my crotch, and took my head and leaned it back so he could scoot in slightly and rub his crotch against my hair. "Oh yes." he said as he moaned, just pounding the back of my head with the source of his domineering energy. He then stopped, not wanting to climax yet. He leaned back in his chair, and moved his feet up so they were on my shoulders. He then rubbed them against my cheeks, and had them come around so they scraped my lips and nose, he said to just keep quiet and smell the powerful man feet of his.
He then took a piece of paper and gave it to me. It was a beautifully detailed drawing of me and him. It was realistic and clear, he was an amazing drawer and artist, it made me sort of fall in love. It was a drawing of him, physically exaggerated of him to be uber-large and muscular, with nothing but a wife-beater on, his large erection and pubic hair showed. He was seated in a chair, and I was sitting on his lap, head down toward him as we kissed. His one hand was squeezing my ass cheek, I was naked, and his penis looked like it was about to pump into my ass. The caption at the bottoms said "Day." He then told me to turn it over. I did, seeing it was a picture of us at the desk behind him. He sat in the chair naked, anatomically exaggerated again, he leaned back in the chair, his hand on his hard cock, his legs and feet crossed over the desk as I massaged one foot with my hands, he even detailed the pressure of my thumbs and the dripping sweat that would fall as I rubbed it. My head and tongue were dedicated to the other foot, just under the toes. My whole tongue was sort of pressed against it, not just the tip of it, but almost all of its length seemed to drag up the foot. My face was turned away from the picture, but my eyes were closed as I focussed on the service. Theo's face was one of subtle pleasure, love, and domination. The caption of this photo was "Night."
He then told me that this was to be our lives together, in a drawing. We then moved positions again. He got off the chair and dragged me up onto his bed. He laid me flat, face up, and he laid on top of me, pushing me into the bed. Our crotches touched. His toenails scratched the tops of my feet. He then removed his wife beater, and picked up a sneaker, he forced me to smell his sneaker. It smelt like the collecting foot sweat from the day. I cringed but loved it. After he removed it he bit my lip and pulled, I began to cry, he laughed and pulled harder. I cried harder. He released and licked my face shortly before digging his tongue into my mouth. It was an interesting kiss, he gave me no room to share, he controlled all the tongue motions. He then took me off his bed, he sat up dangling his legs to the side. He began speaking in German, sounding like a military commander. I had no idea what he was saying. He positioned me so I was kneeled against the side of the bed, my face titled up admiring my god. He then covered my vision in his socked feet. He rubbed his feet over my face with a look of orgasm, but he wasn't happy. We moved again, back to the chair.
I was laid on the ground, face up before the chair. Looking up I saw my master's face, muscles and feet. He removed the socks and spoke more German. Something sounded like "Leck mein fusse!!!" to which I understood. He rested his heel on my forehead and titled up his sole and toes, I bobbed my head up to lick the sweaty, red soles of my master. I then turned around so my belly was on the ground and licked up at one foot. I licked up to the toes, under the toes, and then in between. He held his arms up and back, resting his head on his hands, his big biceps and hairy pits proudly showing as he gave me a look of evil domination. I continued to nudge my head up into his foot licking. With his other foot he rubbed my stomach. He then switched feet, he clamped his foot onto my face as I mashed my tongue against the sole. He began to rub his crotch, and then began to jack off as I licked his feet. He moaned at my slow, digging licks, mushing his toes into my eyes.
He then put his feet back on the ground, and took me by my hair and forced me onto his cock. I didn't even suck, he face fucked me, I gagged incessantly as he thrusted and pumped like a machine working at instance quantities per second. He looked up in ecstasy, eyes closed and moaned progressively louder, pumping faster, until finally he climaxed, holding his thrusted position for ten seconds as his dense and rich semen fed my mouth like a water pump feeds a swimming pool. My mouth filled with this dense, gooey, salty product of my master. I knew what I had to do and I swallowed it. He looked down at me, smiling and panting, impressed almost. He then pushed my head down and I fell in between his feet. He moved his toes up and down and pointed to one foot. I then began licking its tops up and down as he leaned his head up again in ecstasy, sweating, and returning to a normal breathing rate. He still spoke in German to me, I had no idea what he was saying and just kept licking.
It was at this point the door opened, I froze in fear, a deer in headlights, his roommate walked in. He closed the door behind him, greeting Theo. "Jeez, Thee, I knew you were gonna fuck him but I didn't know you'd do this much to him." He responded "Please, a boy this pretty, he deserved to be dominated." "Was he licking your feet?" "He is, it feels amazing and reminds him of his place. His roommate then sat down in his desk chair. He was in his jacket and athletic shoes, looking at me like he was next. He wiggled his shoes up and down. "Could I try him, Theo." "Sure." he said. Theo then pushed my face, sort of kicking it. "But if you do anything wrong to him, I'll kill you, he's my lover, not my whore, got it!" He said angrily to his roommate. "Jeez Thee, I get it, I'd never mess with the one you love. Noah, his roommates name, was taller, probably 6'1", and had easily size 13 feet. He was a swimmer.
I crawled to his sneakers and kissed the both of them. He then reached down, untied them, and removed them, he wore no socks. He held up shoe up to my face while pushing my face into it with the other hand. Theo laughed at this. When he removed his shoe from my face he looked at me dead in the eye and snapped, pointing to his feet. I then submitted and lowered to his feet, he held them up from his heels as I dug under and licked his soles. They were salty and sweaty but I actually loved it. I licked up in rounds crossing his whole foot, once I got to the toes I licked in between. He held his hands to his head in disbelief, Theo began to look almost angry, he may have been jealous. I licked slowly and passionately, wetting his foot with each lap. I then moved to the other foot and began again. After about twenty minutes of worship, I kissed both feet and was done. Theo made me sleep with him that night. We were both naked, he was behind me, his crotch creeping into my asshole, and his head against my shoulder.
Theo never told anyone else we had this new relationship, so by assumption I didn't either. He was never public about our affection unless no one else was around. Aside from maybe leaning on his shoulder, I'd never initiate affection, but was not disappointed by how often he would. He loved to hold my hand, both lovingly and painfully, he'd sometimes caress my thigh as he glared into my eyes with love. He thought of me like a human pet that he could love to death, fuck to death, and enslave. The last time I slept in my own bed is beyond me. One day when he showed public affection we were seated at a park bench along a trail. His right arm wrapped around me and he leaned in to kiss me. He then returned to sit up right and moved me so I sat on his lap, leaning in to kiss him.
We must've been making out for an hour without an issue until one idiot walked past us and chuckled "fags" to himself. I was terrified. Theo immediately stopped and pushed me over impulsively. He got up and started making a ruckus with the guy. "What did you just say? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?" he said pushing the guy back. The guy was a semi-big jock, muscular but also fat, he looked like the type that grew up with redneck parents who saw the world through the eyes of a farm animal. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY," he said again, nearly screaming. The guy was in a momentary shock that he provoked such an instantaneous response. I knew what was going to happen. About three weeks ago I was walking on campus by myself when this guy came up to me and tried to rob me, I began to resist but he started getting physical.
About three milliseconds later he was being stomped on flat on the ground by my angry hunk of a boyfriend who barely lets my girl best friends get so close to me, nonetheless a male thug. The guy ended up throwing up on himself after Theo stomped on his stomach so hard. Some of the throw-up was blood. He finished the job by saying "That's what happens when you touch my pretty boy!" We then left as the guy was almost unconscious. So back to the current moment, the redneck jock kid went for a stomach punch, my boyfriend knows these arts too well and maneuvered over so that the thrust of the other guys punch sent him flying forward. Theo then grabbed him in some maneuver and started pounding his face with fast, repetitive, windmill punches, he broke the guys nose and blood pored down his face and splattered onto Theo's wife-beater. He was then thrown onto the concrete pavement face first. He was unconscious.
We didn't know what to do, until Theo told me to help him throw his body in the river. I had no clue how this shit worked but certainly didn't wanna be caught with a semi-dead guy on our police records. So we took him down a little path into a small wood that was beyond anyone's vision from the pathway. The river bended so the people walking on the bridge couldn't see it, and the body would flow away from the bridge. We were hoping that the water would wake him up after so long, though it was shallow enough that he floated perfectly and no splash hit his face. He floated down the river and Theo and I just waited on the rocky basin.
Theo then rose on top of a nearby bolder taking his bloody wife beater off, also tossing it in the river. He still had some blood on his thick abs. He looked at me hoping I wasn't mad at him, knowing he went too far and hoping I wasn't scared. I took my shirt off as well, dipped part of it in the river, and returned to him, cleaning off the blood on his body. He looked at me and smiled shyly, he wanted to gaze into my eyes with love but was scared what I would say to him. I gave him a pokerface at first but once I begun washing his beautiful muscles I smiled heavenly, gazing into his eyes, he found peace gazing into mine and returning the same smile, knowing it was okay. "My warrior." I told him. He sat on the boulder, which was short enough for me to reach up and wash him. I even got to reach up onto his shoulders and get rid of the blood from there. "My hunky, sexy warrior." I told him slowly. He gave me the biggest smile I think he's ever given. He held my chin up with his hand and went in for a kiss, where we had a long passionate make-out.
After I was done cleaning him I also hoisted my shirt, too, into the river. We soon realized that he was actually bleeding himself in the middle of one of his pecs somehow, it was slowly bleeding out. Having already hoisted the shirt away I dragged him into me a bit, rather daringly, and licked the blood from his chest. He loved this and squinted his eyes in a sort of ecstasy. He laid back on the boulder, hoisting me up with him as I continued to lick his chest, returning to the cut every time new blood was drawn. After about ten minutes the bleeding had stopped. He had kissed me again. I got back onto the ground noticing he'd kicked off his sandals. With his bare feet exposed on the rock I did what I know he likes best, I moved in and began to lick his sole softly.
He moaned as I started, wiggling his toes inward on my tongue. I sucked his toes until I felt they had pruned, and then moved to the other toes, and then licked in between them. His soles were a little dirty, so I licked them clean as well. We soon noticed that there was a small kayak, abandoned on the side of the basin, enough for two people. The river flowed toward our dorms, so we got in the kayak and let the current take us downstream. He sat up on a plank and had his legs and feet out, I sat on his knees and continued to lick his body, his hands supporting him on his sides, he leaned his head back, eyes closed, allowing me to make really big, long licks that went up to his neck. We approached his dorm, so I maneuvered the kayak so that we'd land on the dirt and rocks. We both got out and went up into his room, where once again this big, beautiful God of mine would continue to make me his.
Our relationship continued to progress. I was still his pony boy, he was still my hovering, rocky, god, but one who increasingly cared more and more about me. His art became increasingly focussed on me and our relationship. He soon became able to produce these huge, ultra-realistic, nude portraits of me just from his memory, which meant a lot to me that I had taken over his heart and mind that much. One day when I was waiting for him to come back to his dorm, I was looking around his stuff and I found something he wrote explaining and justifying the mechanics of our relationship that so few had understood (we progressively let more people know). He explained that I was so precious, beautiful and delicate that I absolutely deserved to live a life free of fear without needing to think of means of defending myself, and thus he would take this responsibility as his own, and vowed in this paragraph that he would do it with all the love and passion from his heart, that he wanted nothing more than to me to always feel safe in his arms.
He then went on to explain that it is the nature of boys so precious and delicate as myself to submit to the likes of dominant, powerful masters, such as himself. Thus, even if my subjection to his masculinity wasn't thought of as a payment for his defense, it would happen anyway just by the nature of our personalities and characteristics. He mentioned that not all masters would be as loving and forgiving as he is, and implied that I was fortunate to have a man who admired his subordinate so much. He also went forward to explain that his construct was not a "transaction" as that would imply there was no love, it was rather an economy bound together by mutual passion, that one, his defense or my service, could not appropriately work without the other. He also went on to explain how masters should always subject their partners to their feet and musculatures as it not only is most erotic but best maintains the power-structure of the relationship.
He especially stressed the feet, often referencing, "Push them down as low as possible," he also then continued to clarify that this energy, seemingly hostile and hateful, could only be done right out of true love.
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