Kyle and I have been roommates for about a year. I met him before entering college. He was gorgeous, he did not practice any sport but he was naturally well-built, with big arms, wide back, beautiful legs, gorgeous curly brown hair, he was around 6 ft tall and of course had beautiful size 10 feet. We were very close friends, he knew I was gay since we met but we had a lot in common. We like the same music, movies and his girlfriend was also a very close friend of mine also.

Kyle's girlfriend lived on the other side of the city and since he was very busy with college they stopped hanging out as much, so it didn't take a while for the relationship to die.

It was saturday night. I told Kyle if he wanted to drink beer with me and smoke a little weed. He agreed and we ended up pretty drunk and stoned. He felt asleep fairly quickly without taking his clothes and I just stared at his beautiful black leather lace-up boots that always made him look very manly and dominating. Kyle had the most intoxicating and the most amazing foot odor in the entire world. When he wasn't in the apartment I always went looking for his dirty socks and I always could tell which sock belonged to each pair of shoes he had by smelling them. The socks worn in those boots were the absolute best.

I always wanted to worship Kyle's feet but was too afraid of he finding out about my fetish. Also, he was one of my best friends, if not, my best friends and I didn't want to ruin that. But, I was standing there, craving his feet (with the help of marihuana of course). I didn't want to eat or drink anything, I didn't want sex. All my primitive instincts were enslaved by his feet. I wanted to drink his foot sweat and eat all the toejam between his meaty toes.

I knew Kyle was a light sleeper. After all, he was the first one to hear the alarm every morning. I definitely was going to worship those feet tonight but I couldn't take it too far or he would wake up.

So I knelt down by the side of his bed and placed my head near his boots. I started kissing the soles and licking them, a superior man like him shouldn't have to deal with dirt under his boots. At this moment my penis was completely hard but I didn't touch it because I felt it was disrespectful to masturbate or worse, cum under his presence. The continuous arousal makes better foot fags. His soles were not so muddy because it was summer but definitely had some disgusting dirt and crap which I ate it all because I was hypnotized. I continued to gently kiss all over the surface of his boot. I thought it was a good time to stop so finally I slightly lifted his jeans and to my surprise, he was wearing long black socks with the white brand logo sticking out of the boots. They were so sweaty! At this moment the sexual arousal was unbearable. I breathed as long and as hard as I could without making too much noise for what it seemed to be half an hour. Then I decided to stop, made myself another drink and went to sleep.

The next day we woked up kinda late. He told me if I wanted to go out to eat and smoke a little cigarrete. We had a long talk about his girlfriend, how she didn't put her part in the relationship and so on, until he said:

Kyle: I don't know why she would dump me bro. I am perfect, right? Do you think I'm perfect?

Me: Well some people don't realize all the good characteristics of the person they are dating I guess.

This seemed odd to me. This comment was cockier than usual. But I didn't put too much attention.

The week passed and it was already Friday. Throughout the week I saw Kyle wearing those boots much more often.

Kyle had a different schedule than me and he would come to the apartment around 4 p.m while I would be there around 2 p.m. He wasn't the kind of guy who would skip a class so I started practicing my daily ritual of sneaking into his laundry basket and smelling his blessed socks. They were fewer socks than usual, which also seemed odd to me.

I was doing my thing when I heard the unmistakeale

sound his boots make when he walks. I quickly went to lay on my bed before he got in. The door opened.

Kyle: Hey man what's up?

Me: I'm just chilling, what about you? You came early!

Kyle: Yeah, the class got cancelled. Is there any beer left in the fridge?

Me: Sure, there is.

Kyle: Awesome.

Kyle grabbed a beer, and went to his bed to drink it while he opened his laptop. After a while when he finished it he said:

Kyle: Hey man could you come to help me with this?

Me: Sure.

This was more than odd. Kyle was a geek guy. He would never ask me for help, he knew how to hack. So I went to sit by his side and when I looked at the screen, I was in sheer terror. A picture of me alone in the apartment smelling his socks

Kyle: Look, I think there is a faggot sneaking into my laundry basket to smell my dirty socks! How pathetic! Oh right. I forgot to tell you I put hidden cameras all over the apartment.

Me: ...Kyle, I was just curious. (I could't get words out of my mouth.

Kyle: More than curious I think, Austin. Like last saturday when you worshipped my boots while I was pretending I was asleep. Thank you for cleaning my soles tho. They for sure needed a good licking.

Me: Kyle, I...

Kyle: You don't have to say anything Austin. But you can do some things for me to stop me emailing this pictures to everyone. After all I already know your e-mail password. I knew you were gay bro but I didn't know you were a faggot!

I couldn't believe this. Was I really going to become Kyle's slave? Was I really gaining the privilige of worshipping this beautiful handsome man? I thought I was dreaming.

Kyle: Since you are not saying a word I assume that is a yes. From now there is a set of rules you must follow. You must call me Master, you will be on your knees under my presence at all times and your head must not go beyond my shoulders. You will not wear any clothes under my presence. You will not eat or drink anything without my blessing by me stepping on it, spitting on it and/or pissing on it, I almost forgot! You will drink all my piss. When I arrive home you must kiss my boots and lick clean the soles and show me some fucking respect. You cook for me, dress me and do all the household chores. You also bathe me. First with a tongue bath and then a water bath in the tub with my boots sticking out so I don't have to remove them. Each Friday is foot worship friday where you get to enjoy my 1 week old sweaty ripe socks. If you ever show disgust to my foot or body odor you will be severely punished. Each time I say to you "I have a gift for you," you must gladly say "For me?" and thank me. You do not touch your dick for now on and you are not allowed to cum ever again, You also don't speak unless I tell you so. You break any of these rules and I will wear same socks not for 1 week, but 8 days, and for each broken rule another day adds up. I will also consider not wearing socks at all and then scrubbing my sweaty feet with your face until it is red, beating you or making you lick clean my ass after I go to the bathroom. Is that clear faggot?

I was speechless. I would have never known that Kyle was this fucked up. I was extremely horny but also scared. I have only smelled 1 day worn socks. I couldn't imagine how rank would his socks be. I was just into feet, not into the whole complete dom/sub thing, but I had no choice.

Me: Yes, Master.

Kyle: Excellent faggot. First thing you will do is put a dog collar on and bring me the leash.

I did. I was feeling do humilliated.

Kyle: I have a gift for you, pig.

Me: For me?

Kyle: Yes for you. That beer made its effect. Open your mouth, I wanna piss.

Me: Thank you master.

As I opened my mouth Kyle began unzipping his pants, revealing a beautiful, uncut, about 9 inches long, thick flaccid dick. Kyle began filling my mouth with his blessed piss, each time my mouth was full I had to swallow, or else. This man had a full bladder, it took about 20 stops for him to finish pissing.

Kyle: Thank me for giving you something to drink slave.

Me: Thank you, Master.

Kyle spat on my face.

Me: Thank you ,Master, I said in a humilliated tone

Kyle: Now lick my boots bitch, start at the top, move to the threads and finish at the soles. I think I stepped on some dog shit or something. Poor you, remember if you don't swallow the dirt under my boots you will be punished.

I did. He pushed the other boot on my neck and I just stared at his slightly dusty beautiful boots, which were hot because he walks all over the campus. I started to clean them with my tongue and when I moved to the soles, the dirt in there was so disgusting I started to cry and feel nauseus.

Kyle: Aw, poor faggot. You are lucky that dirt is not from my foot, or you would be severely punished. You see, it sucks to be a faggot, you have to endure the rules and the stink of real men. I get my boots dirty, you remove the dirt. I get my feet sweaty, you remove the sweat with your nose and mouth. Life is a balance haha. Fags like you can't live without real men like me.

I finished cleaning the boots and I was no longer crying, leaving them spotless like my master deserved

Kyle: Now slave, I have a gift for you.

Me: For me?

Kyle: Yes fag, for you. These socks I have worn since last Friday.

Me: Thank you, Master.

He proceed to put tape on my mouth and tie my hands on my back.

Kyle: This is to make sure you don't suck or remove the sweat away and to make sure the only air you breath comes from my sweaty socks. First, you clean my socks and feet with your nose and you sniff the sweat like it was cocaine. I want you store my foot sweat in your lungs. Then, you will clean my feet with your mouth and finally I untie you and you give me a foot massage.

He said with a sadistic grin.

He proceed to untie his boot, releasing pressure and a strong smell, when he got his boot out. I could see he had the same socks that I saw last Saturday. The smell was so strong that my eyes started to water. I unconciously tilt my head away from the sock but soon I realized I made a mistake.

Kyle: You disrespected your master's scent fag. You will be punished.

He unbluckled his belt and spanked me hard on my back.

Kyle: Never do that again, bitch.

He proceed to remove the other boot and this time I didn't move my head.

Kyle: Take deep breaths of the open boot, fag.

I started breathing at the boot, I felt like I was going to faint.

Kyle: I'm not hearing you breathe deep enough! I'm sure you can do better, boy.

The air was so hot and thick that it was hard to breathe, but I breathed as deep as I could.

Kyle: Now, sniff my socks.

The socks were way worse and were soaking wet. But at the same time easier because the air was cooler. I breathed hard and was starting to become dizzy. Once I stayed what it seemed like an hour. He removed his socks.

Kyle: Looks like my feet are still wet slave! Sniff them until they are dry.

This was the ultimate torture. His feet could sweat easily, and the stink just wasn't going away. I was in heaven but in disgust at the same time. He then forced my nose between the toes and it was even worse there. He then removed the tape on my mouth.

Kyle: Now you can lick my feet slave! Don't lick the toes or the gap between them just yet.

I started at the soles and they tasted awesome, dirt mixed with leather mixed with sweat from a real man. I was starting to like being dominated by him. I also licked the top and the heels.

Kyle: Now, stick your tongue out.

I did and I was beginnig to imagine what was about to experience. He slided my tongue between his toes, cleaning all the toejam, lint and debris throughly and leaving it in my tongue. The taste was extremely salty.

Kyle: Good to see you enjoying slave, now thank me for giving you something to eat, my toejam is full of nutrients for fags like you.

Kyle: Thank you, Master.

I then gave him a foot massage and became the slave of a very strict master forever.