That year we went to Spain for 4 weeks and 5 days. It was September so it was very hot there. We went to many different places but our first stop was Madrid. I had the best people in my group, my best friend Jack, and Thomas, a snobby rich kid. My favorite person in our group was our head teacher, Mr. Whalen. He was our gym teacher and my track coach so I knew him pretty well. Anyways, the first day we landed at about 8:30 in the morning. First thing we went to the hotel, where we found out it was 3 to a room. So of course we thought that it would be me, Jack, and Thomas, but it wasn't. Later we were told that it was two students to a room and 1 teacher. So because we were best friends, me and Jack paired with Mr. Whalen. We got to the room and Mr. Whalen was already there, with his shoes and socks off, and feet kicked up on the table relaxing on the couch.

"I hope you know that I am getting a bed to myself and theres only two. The rules are 1 to a bed so 1 of you is on the floor. Which bitch will it be?" Mr. Whalen said very comfortably with us. Jack and I looked at each other and we both knew we were thinking the same thing, what the fuck is wrong with Mr. Whalen. "Did I not tell you? Too bad, but both of you are my bitches, well actually Jack is my maid and Sean is my slave. Sean, I must have you know that I love it when boys lick my feet!" Again, Jack and I were surprised. We thought he had just gone insane so we just put our stuff away and left the room, figuring out the bed situation. We decided that we would switch off everyday, Jack got the first night.

That night when we returned to our room, Mr. Whalen was in the same position as when we left him. "Jack, I want a nice, hot tea with a snickerdoodle and a blanket, I'm very cold. Sean, I want a nice foot massage followed by a half hour foot worship, a 20 minute cock sucking, and then I'll just put my feet up on your back until I want to go to sleep. Again, Jack and I stared at each other. We were both so confused. "NOW!!!" Mr. Whalen shouted in a soft voice, trying not to be heard by other teachers. Jack and I bolted to our positions. Jack ran to the phone to order room service and then dashed to the closet to get and extra blanket. I, on the other hand, sprinted over to Mr. Whalen. I began to massage his feet with both hands. I guessed they were about a size 13. Secretly, I had a foot fetish. Specifically, a male foot fetish, but I was not going to let him know that or he might take more advantage of me than he already is. I sat there for a good hour before he finally said, "Time for the worship session." I was very excited ever since the beginning of 9th grade I wanted to worship his feet, and I finally had the chance.

I slowly wrapped my mouth around his big toe, trying to fit the whole thing in. In trying to releave my fetish I re-situated myself so I was on the floor looking up at his feet. I lifted his legs, which weighed about 15 pounds each and placed them straight on my face. I think he realized what I was doing so he decided that it was time for a stretch. He stood up reaching 6 feet and 1 inch in the air. 289 pounds crushed my face but I loved it. I could hear Jack yelling in the background, "You're going to kill him!" I stuck my tongue out and licked a small area on his sole. I could feel him jump a little from the tickle I gave him. When he sat back down I began to jack myself off until he slapped me with his foot. "Bitch, you did two things wrong. 1. You did it in front of the kid. and 2. I didn't give you permission.

I lay there, stuck under his feet for what felt like hours. A few minutes later, Jack came over and gave Mr. Whalen his tea and blanket. "What took you so long?! It's been over an hour! Sit right here on the couch." Mr. Whalen got up so I did too. He looked at me and I realized that he knew. I didn't know how but he knew that I had a male foot fetish. I never told him but somehow he found out. I guessed what was happening was some kind of treat for me.

"Jack, put your feet on his face! I want you to smother him, make him smell like your feet. I want to see your sweat on his face!" Mr. Whalen was acting like some type of dictator which I guess at that point he kind of was. For as long as I can remember I've always wanted to be under Jack. His feet are a size 10 so they just about cover my entire face. When Jack tentatively placed his feet onto my face he winced at the sight of his dirty, grimy, smelly socks even touch my face, let alone suck his toes. As I had hoped and dreamed his feet smelled delicious. His socks were beautiful. The black cotton must have made hi feet very sweaty, I was so excited to taste them. I wanted so badly for his socks to come off and for him to stick them in my mouth. I tried to give a little signal to Mr. Whalen and I think he understood because at that moment he yelled, "Take your sock off and shove them into his mouth.

I could tell that Jack was afraid. I gave him a small nod to let him know it was ok. When I did that I think he became a little more comfortable with the whole thing. All of the sudden his hand jerked forward and stuffed the sock into my mouth. I sucked on it so hard, the taste was delicious. I could feel the fibers on my tongue. Jack reached in my mouth and grabbed the sock. He yanked it out with a huge smirk on his face.

I began to wonder if Jack, had a foot fetish too. I thought about when we hung out in the past and I came to the realization that it might actually be true. If it was true, then I would've been hiding my secret for no apparent reason and so has Jack. I had to talk to him about it.

The next morning, I was in the shower. I was to tall for my head to be covered by the shower door. Jack walked in. I grew the largest boner I've ever had. "Hey, what's up," I said.

"I just wanted to apologize for what happened last night. Mr. Whalen had no right to make me do what I did. I was thinking about going to the principal later today to tell him what happened." Jack seemed upset, but he really didn't. I could tell that he liked talking about it a little bit.

"Well, actually, I needed to talk to you. Last night, you seemed hesitant to do anything, but when I gave you a nod, you seemed happy. When I looked up at you, you were smiling and looked so content. I was wondering something. I was wondering if it was possible that you might have a male foot fetish?I researched it online." I made up the online bull shit.

"Well, I guess now I have to tell you. You're right, I do have a foot fetish. Last night, I was hesitant at first because I did't want you to think that I loved doing that to you. I have to say that after that happened I jacked off such a huge load, the biggest load I've ever seen." His face seemed so ashamed.

"You made your confession so I guess now it's my turn. I really wanted to tell you but I was too afraid. I have a foot fetish too. I like being under feet, licking them, smelling them, tasting socks. I have to admit that I jacked off a lot too." I was so relieved that I finally got that secret off my chest. At least I know that Jack'll never tell.

"I wonder if Mr. Whalen has a foot fetish too. He's the one that started this all. I'm gonna go ask." Jack left the room when I remembered I was in the shower. The water got really cold and my boner was gone. I walked out of the bathroom after I had gotten changed and saw Mr. Whalen and Jack in a deep conversation. I walked over and Mr. Whalen explained that he did'n have a foot fetish. He had a slave fetish. He told us that he loved having slaves. Both Jack and I looked at each other, and by just one glance we said in unison, "we'll be your slaves."

"if you're going to be my slaves then I need to lay down some laws.
1. I will call you either bitch, slave, dirty hoar, or cocksuckers.
2. You will call me Master.
3. You do everything I say. No questions, no hesitations.
4. Anything that happens between us, says between us. You are not allowed to tell any other person in the world.
5. Sean, you are slave 1. Slave one's duties are: prepare my feet for slave 2, make me breakfast and lunch, you prepare my feet for going outside, to the pool, etc., you are my left sandal, you bathe me, you lick and clean my feet, and you are only ever allowed to jack off with my feet. You are not allowed to touch yourself unless otherwise specified and you are not allowed to suck any other's feet besides Jack's when I tell you to.
6. Jack, you are slave 2, Slave two's duties are: make the bed's, make dinner, clothe me, massage my feet, cock, head, etc., suck my dick, and you are slave one's master when I am not present.

Now that you know your duties, GET TO WORK!" Straight away, I prepared Master's feet. I took off His shoes and socks. Of course I smelled them, but I learned my lesson, I was scolded and beaten. "Another thing, if you disobey me you are beaten with my feet." I quickly put his shoes in the closet and threw his socks in the laundry bag. Meanwhile, Jack was making the bed's. I pulled out new socks from His drawer, and laid them on the coffee table next to Him. Jack rushed over and began massaging His feet. I sat and waited for the great feeling of licking His feet. When Jack was done massaging, Master yelled at me to prepare his feet for the pool. Just before he left he told us that we had 30 minutes to get prepared for the pool and another hour for foot worship. He reminded us if we were even 1 second late he would beat us.

Jack sat on the couch. I knelt down below him, bowing my head. "Bitch I want a footstool!" I quickly got into the footstool position and he threw his feet on top of me. I stay very still for about 10 minutes, when he pushed me down to the floor. He covered up my face with his feet. He stood up on my face and reached for some tape. He put tape over my mouth so all I could inhale was his sweaty feet.

Today, Jack had on black and green socks. They reached to about half way up his calf. He pushed my face back down and rubbed his sweat all over me. I almost died. The smell was so intoxicating, I was high on feet. I mumbled out the words, "May I attack?" I heard a reply that sounded like a "go for it." I jumped up, ripped off the tape, and leaped to his feet. I stuck his toes in my mouth. I forced them all in. The taste was so delicious. I needed to cum so badly but I couldn't I could only cum to Master's feet.

I ripped of his socks and jumped his feet. I licked his feet until i could see my saliva. All the while, Jack just sat upon his thrown, happy with being able to dominate me.

To be continued...