Once in a while I was able to arrange situations that would get someone to push their socked feet in my face and make me sniff them until I said Uncle. When I got older and started hitting the bar scene I would arrange to get into situations that would let me sniff their socked feet. There were usually three situations that I would create, 1) playing a game with the loser becoming a slave, 2) Making them feel dominant and me being a weak person which would lead to them taking control over me, and 3) getting them so pissed off at me that just the thought of punishing me into humiliation would make them feel better.

A couple of times it was playing pool and the winner gets to have the loser as a foot slave for a weekend, or getting them pissed off at me so they can show me whos boss. Those situations took a little planning. I would begin to ask them what size their boots or shoes were, and when they tell me I would call them a liar saying they cant be that big. I would also say things like you just dont want people to know how small your feet are, because they say the smaller your feet, the smaller you dick. or just other things that would get them riled up to prove me wrong. When the begin to show me I was wrong, I would coward and submit to them immediately for being wrong. Once they would see me groveling they would begin to dominate me into submission to them. But the thought of running into the same person more than once very seldom happened. But one time it did.

I moved to a single occupancy studio where you had to share the bathroom and kitchen which I didnt mind at all. There was a handsome big built guy, named Jason, that would always come into the kitchen while I was cooking making small talk, like: That smells good, or what do you have cooking tonight. I would always respond with small talk because I couldnt think of anything but his leather boots and big feet. He wore leather all the time, and always had the same pair of leather boots on which I can only begin to imagine what it would be like to worship him. Nothing really happened during my stay there, until about five years after moving out.

I was walking by the old place reminiscing about the days when I lived there and before I knew it, my ex-neighbor came up on his motorcycle and said, I remember you. I looked and said, Oh, of course, you was the neighbor that would always come into the kitchen when I would be cooking.

He said, Yes, it smelled so good.

I explained that I was just reminiscing about the time I lived there and was wondering if everything was the same.

He said, I think so, why dont you come up to my place and see for yourself. I couldnt say yes fast enough and we proceeded up to his place. Most of the rooms are the same, a dresser, nightstand, a single bed, and TV stand, and a closet for clothes.

As we walked in he instructed me to sit down, and I didnt want to sit on his bed, so I sat on the floor in front of the TV, leaning my back on the side of the bed. He told me that I could sit on the bed, and I told him that I was comfortable down her. He got a couple beers, and we started drinking when I noticed that he had on the same pair of leather boots when I lived there. I couldnt stop looking at them when I asked, Are those the same boots you are wearing from when I lived here. He said, Yes, I love them so much I just couldnt get rid of them, besides they are more comfortable now that they are conformed to my feet.

I got up the nerve to say that I always love the smell of leather boots, especially worn soft leather.

Thats when he said, Well why dont you remove them for me and have a closer look. I have been riding all day in these boots, so the smell might be pretty bad.

I said, No problem, I love the smell of worn leather that I can handle any smell.

He said, Ok, its your nose,

So he lifted the boot that was farthest way from me, which I grabbed it and began to untie it. He had knots in both boots, so I had to use my teeth to untie the boot, then began to slowly remove it.? After I removed it, I put it up to my nose and began to sniff deeply the leathery scent. When he didnt lift his other boot to me, I bent down to untie that boot with my teeth, only to find my nose directly on top of his other socked feet. The smell was better than I could ever imagine. I made sure it took a little longer to untie that boot to enjoy smelling the sweet scent of his other socked foot.

Well, he must have noticed me taking an extra long time, because after I got his boot untied and pulled off, he took his other socked foot and planted it on my neck.

He pushed me down to his other socked feet and asked me if it smelled ok.

I said, Yes, it smells ok, why

Because he then said, When you were living here I noticed how you always like looking at my feet, and wonder if there would ever come a time that you can show me how much you like them.

He then told me to roll over and he placed both socked feet on my face and said, These are yours to sniff as much as you want, then we can talk about giving you a reward for your service.

I said, Yes, sir

He said, I like that, you can call me sir from now on, and you will be spending the night tonight, you understand.

Yes sir, I said with pleasure.

He continued to let me sniff his feet for about an hour which I gladly obliged.

He then said, You really like doing this dont you? which I replied, Yes, sir, I do.

He continued saying, Now its time for your reward, are you ready?

I said, Yes sir, I will do whatever you want me to do sir.

He then unzipped his pants and pulled is cock out which was pretty good size and semi-erect. He said, Come up here and take care of my reward.

I said, Yes, sir,  and got to my knees and grabbed his cock with both hands.

I began moving my hands slowing up and down his shaft without taking my eyes off of it, when he grabbed my head and pushed my on top of it. I opened my mouth while he slid it in my mouth.

He started pushing my head back and forth while his cock got bigger and bigger.

He said, I was hoping that I would run into you one of these days, just to see how far you would go to sniff my dirty socked feet.

He continued saying, Now that I know, I think we are going to get along very nicely.

After about five minutes I heard the door swing open and in walks another tall husky leather man with worn leather boots also.

He said, What’s going on here

Jason said, Remember I told you about the guy that use to live here and would always look at my feet.

He said, Yes, is this him?

Jason said, Yes, it is and after he has been smelling my socked feet for a while, I rewarded him with my cock.

He then looks down at me and said, This is my new roommate, Cliff, of three months. He needed a place to stay and we have a lot in common. He also likes to see someone worship his leather boots.

Cliff went over to get a beer, then sat on the bed next to Jason and watched as I continued worshiping Jason’s cock. He began stiffening up, but before he came, he pulled my head off him and told me to take off Cliffs boots.

I watched as Cliff looked down on me and lifted his one boot eye level. I began to untie his boot which he sat down on the ground, so I had to follow him down there to continue. I pulled off his boot and saw a black cotton sock that was warm and moist. The smell was worst that Jason’s, but I rubbed the bottom of his socked feet and rubbed it across my face.

He then lifted the other boot up and said, come on, don’t take too long to remove the other one.

I removed the other boot and place it on the floor, when he said, Lay down on your back. I said, yes sir, Which he replied, Its yes, master. That’s what you will refer to both of us, understand?

I said, Yes masters. He places both feet on my face and took turns placing each foot on my nose making sure I get a good smell. I sniffed and sniffed as much as I can.

He then picked up his feet off my face, then Jason grabbed me and pulled me up to begin servicing his cock again. I sucked his cock so hard that my mouth was getting sore, but I continued to earn my reward.

While I continued Jason, I noticed that Cliff has pulled out his semi-erect cock and started playing with it. It was a little bigger than Jason’s which I thought Jason’s was big.

After about 25 minutes of sucking, which is a long time in sucking time, he tightened up his hips and exploded his cum inside my mouth which he forced me to swallow by tapping the back of my head. After I swallowed the first load, he unloaded two more times which I also swallowed with no problem.

After I was done, he pushed me down to the floor and placed his socked feet on my face, again. By now I was loving every square inch of his socked feet and wanted to be under them forever.

Before I could get comfortable, Cliff pulled me up between his legs and said, open your mouth, bitch, and take it in.

I opened my mouth as he shoved it in, and I started sucking it like I never have before. I have only sucked two cocks before and was not very good at it, but I was sucking his like a true professional. Something about him made me want to please him as much as I could. I was enjoying his cock which lasted about twenty minutes. All during that time he started verbally abusing me. Since he really didn’t know who I was, he started saying things like, you are a pathetic little cock sucker that can only be happy when dominated by men. Suck harder your useless faggot, and You are to be nothing more than our foot slave and cock faggot, you lowlife sob. Before he could continue, he cummed about three times also, and then placed me on the floor to worship his socked feet again.

After about an hour they both got up to get three beers, and after they were done, they had me put their boots on, and went for a motorcycle ride, leaving me all alone with the door locked.

When they got back I had to do the same thing all over again.

What happened after that is in the rest of the story to be continued.