"My friends are coming over later. You know Andy, John, and Travis, I think that they hate you so it'll be a perfect match." I sat at his feet for hours loving every minute of it. At around 7:00 there was a knock at the door. Steven stood up right on top of my face crushing my nose under 212 pounds of pure muscle.

"Stay here! I'll be right back!" He yelled at me. About 5 minutes later he came back with a friend, I knew him right away, it was Andy.

"Slave this is another master of yours. What do you want to be called Andy?"

"I think I'll go with Lord Andy. You got that boy?" I nodded in agreement. So now I was a slave to two classmates of mine and according to Master Steven two others would be coming, I was scared to be a slave to four people but I was also quite apprehensive to have 8 feet all to myself. Both Master Steven and Lord Andy took a seat on the the couch. Master Steven looked at me with such a glare that I knew he wanted me to go and be their foot stool.

Another 15 minutes went by and Lord Andy finally took his shoes off. With both master and lord's shoes off the room was starting to become pungent. I noticed Stevens other slave began to notice the smell. Masters home work slave was sitting at the kitchen table doing calculus and I could see his nose crinkle every few minutes, and his laundry slave while use to smelly socks was not used to smelly socks and two other pairs of dirty, smelly feet.

At around 8:15 the doorbell rang, I assumed it was another one of masters friends but I was wrong, it was David, masters butler.

"David would you mind getting me and Andy a few cokes?" David answered with a slight nod. David was a very shy person, ever since he became masters slave in junior year he got quieter and quieter each day, I didn't know if it was because he was embarrassed to be a slave or because he was horrified by the things master made him do.

When David came back with the cokes the doorbell rang again. This time it was John, the most hated person in our school. He was so cocky and arrogant, he always seemed like he was in a bad mood.

"What's up Steven, Andy? I got your message, so you got a new foot slave huh? I'm so happy the puppies have been sweating all day between school baseball practice and working at Hepot Dome." I was beginning to become more and more worried, I had never been under sweaty smelly baseball feet before. Another half hour went by and still no Travis, was he even coming?

"Travis is too late so let's just get started." With that everyone happily ran downstairs. I didn't know if I was supposed to follow so I just stayed in my position.

Master came running up the stairs yelling at me, "What the f**k are you doing? Get down here! Just for that you get another hour today." I was anxious to see what was in store for me down stairs.

So I ran down the stairs following master. All I could see while going down the stairs was a table and another separate room. I was wondering what the table was for but I would find out sooner or later.

"Get on the table!" Yelled lord. I listened very obediently. I was strapped down to the table and was becoming very scared as I had never been before. Master hopped on to the table but sat on top of me. His feet were placed on my face, somehow they had become smellier than they were 4 hours ago but I didn't care because I loved it.

John had said something to master but I couldn't understand because I was having too much of a fun time under masters feet. I guess he said that he wanted his turn because he sat on top of me next. John still hadn't taken his shoes off so he just put his shoes on my face.

"Lick 'em!" So I started to lick his shoes. After a few minutes he took his shoes off which was heaven for me because he told us he had been sweating all day. Then Andy butted in wanting his turn.

Andy was also in a way a foot fetishist, because in 6th grade Steven, John, and Andy were my best friends. Andy always wanted to play truth or dare and he would dare people to smell someone's feet so they would dare him to do the same.

It was masters turn again but this time it was socks off. Master had been preparing for this moment ever since I came here.

"Lick" was all he said nothing else just "lick." So I began to lick his feet. I was in heaven. His feet tasted so great. They were the Thanksgiving feast of feet and I was ecstatic that I was the only one eating them.i sniffed and licked all of the sweaty corners of his feet. Master was definitely my favorite pair of feet out of the three men. But I forgot that I was strapped to the table. When masters turn was over, John had ordered me into the other room, but I couldn't get up. John had walked away and started to yell at me if I didn't get in the room right now he would add on an extra fifteen minutes which I was ok with but he said every minute I took he would add fifteen.

By now I knew that he was doing this so that he could have a really long time with me, I guess master realized that because he untied me. I raced over to the other room just to find 1 single chair.

John was sitting in the chair with his socks off. I knew what I was supposed to do, I crawled under the chair in between his feet. His soft, smooth soles planted themselves on my face and the pungent odor immediately came up to my nose. Johns toe nails were terribly long so they were itching my face as I licked his feet.

"Suck my toes! I want it to feel like a cock sucking. Wait cut my toe nails with your teeth first!" I took my first bite and then there was a bang at the door. John got up and master sat down. Master again planted his bare feet on my face. This time I was ready for the smell. Without him telling me I started to suck his toes but he said "NO!!!!" He started to take his pants off, I knew what he was doing. I sat up and took his cock into my mouth but again he yelled "NO!!!!" I didn't know what he wanted so I just lay on the floor. Master stood up on top of me and kicked away the chair.

As I lay on the floor under my master I started to remind myself that I had had a crush on this beautiful man since 9th grade. I could kiss him right now. I was under his spell, until, he stomped on my face and was knocked out cold.

To be continued...