It was a nice 2 bedroom apartment near work. I was so excited to be living with my Master. I was kind of disappointed that I would be getting a separate room, but he was the boss. I assumed "so I'll take the smaller room." Master Dave replied "you wish, slave boy. Let me show you your new home." Master Dave took me to a small closet off of the hallway. He said, "because we don't have laundry in our unit you will be living in here on a mat on the floor. You will be accompanied by two dirty laundry hampers. It will be your job to do all the laundry. The first hamper is mine. I want my dirty clothes treated with respect at all times. All socks must be pre-washed by tongue before taking them to the laundry room. The crotch of all my dirty underwear will also be pre-laundered by tongue. Treat my dirty laundry with respect at all times. All of my shoes will also be stored in here. Please arrange them with the stinkiest pairs closest to your pillows. Any moist, freshly removed shoes or boots will be inhaled and sniffed until dry. Your personal toothbrush will be used to clean all boots and sneakers. Make sure to brush your teeth with it as a sign of respect. AND you will be paying $1000 a month in rent to live in your new personal heaven." The only thing I could reply was "yes, Sir."

My new living arrangement with 2 laundry hampers and a spare room had me wondering who else was going to be joining us. Master Dave said to me, "I have a friend I'd like you to meet. I've known him for about 15 years. His name is Justin. He is a construction worker and a part time personal trainer. He will be living in the spare room for $600 a month and will be paying me an additional $250 a month for laundry services and foot care. You know what that means, boy? He is now your second God. His socks and underwear will also be pre-washed with your tongue. He is very busy between two jobs and needs foot service between shifts. He has some huge size 14 feet that hurt after either job and they smell pretty rough. He has some pretty bad foot stink problems that your slave mouth can help. His boots and shoes will also be stored near your sleeping mat with the smelliest pairs closest to your pillows. Freshly removed shoes will be inhaled and sniffed with respect until dry. Especially his work boots and the sneakers he uses when he's working at the gym. Adore him and obey him at all times. He is your God now as well. His boots and shoes deserve your personal toothbrush as well. You're welcome boy."

Justin looked like a God. He was in his late thirties with dirty blonde hair, a farmers tan and muscles I could see through his shirt. He had a little bit of facial scruff and was very masculine. Master Dave pulled out a lease agreement for Master Justin with a separate agreement for laundry and foot care services. Master Justin said, "you told me I got to try him out." Master Dave ordered me to my knees while Master Justin sat on the counter top. Master Justin had just gotten off work from his construction job and was covered in dirt. His work boots were filthy. Master Justin said "give those boots a little taste, slave boy. Starting this weekend before you go to work you will need to clean these bad boys with your tongue and toothbrush. I want them clean every day." As I nibbled on the dirt of his boots I nodded and said "yes, Sir." I was already in a trance because I could smell the most delicious rank footstink through his boots. I could not wait.

I was ordered to pull off my new God's boots and I complied happily. Master Justin's boots were damp inside as I buried my face into my new stinky prison. I was in heaven. I gently laid down my new God's boots and saw the most horrifyingly filthy white athletic crew socks I had ever seen. They had dirt stains, random black boot stains, and yellow crusty sweat stains. My new Master said, "you're welcome slave boy. I have been wearing these socks to my construction job for 2 weeks ever since Dave told me about you. I might do it more often to torture you. Now use both hands to massage my sore feet while you suck the dirt and sweat stains out of my socks." His socks tasted very salty and slightly sour. I worshipped the hell out of them and Master Justin looked very impressed. I sucked and chewed the cheesey grime out of my new God's sweat socks until he was satisfied. He told me to take his socks off and worship his size 14's and I did so without hesitation. My new Master's feet were beautiful with a few rough spots from him working in construction. They were very sweaty and had a rank almost vinegar like smell that I immediately fell in love with. I lovingly licked the sock fuzz and toejam from between his long toes. I continued to massage not because he told me to but because I was in full realization that he was a God and he deserved it. Both hands were busy massaging this hard-working man's sore feet while my tongue explored every inch, up and down, between the toes, on the slightly hairy tops.

Master Justin signed the documents. I didn't notice all the while that Master Dave had been masturbating while watching Master Justin try me out. Master Dave said I got something for you boy. He opened my mouth while he was tensing up and thrusted a few times deep in my throat. Master Dave finished up and I made sure there wasn't a drop wasted. At that time Master Justin spoke up and said "will he suck and swallow me too?" Master Dave answered, " if you want to, he better." Master Justin smiled. Master Dave told Master Justin that we move in Friday and told him he needed some alone time.

He had went on a two mile run earlier and his feet were ready for worship.

To be continued