The story of how my life changed forever began in a coffee shop.
I would frequently visit “Joe’s Cafe” to work on various projects and soak in the ambient calm atmosphere. The breezy jazz music played quietly enough to not be distracting while I worked. I had always been a shy people watcher, and this cafe was the perfect size to feel cozy, yet observe other patrons without being noticed.
On one particularly slow day, he walked in. He had to have been at least 6 foot tall. His dark hair with the slightest touch of gray at the temples suggested he was in his mid-thirties. His golden tanned skin radiated warmth from his rippling biceps. He smiled brightly at the barista and my heart melted. He had a commanding presence that could not be ignored, but an inherent charm that drew you in and made you feel safe. All of this was communicated to me within 30 seconds of seeing this god among men.
“Name?” The barista said.
“Alexander”, he responded. “Thanks, keep the change”, he said with a smile as he handed a ten dollar bill to the barista.
As Alexander the Great left the counter to find his table the sound of his flip-flops slapping against his soles caught my attention. The siren song caught me in a trance, and I couldn’t help but gaze at his glorious feet. The tops were golden brown, like the rest of him… with the slightest tufts of dark hair barely showing—but still noticeable from this distance.
He chose a table diagonal from mine, facing my direction. The perfect place to sneak glances without getting caught—which I fully intended to do now that Alexander was here. I felt my face getting slightly hotter. I was out to my friends and family, but I was concerned at the prospect of being caught spying on beautiful specimens such as these.
As Alexander began looking at his phone, he kicked his feet up on the corner of the chair across from him and began slapping his flip-flops against his soles at a rhythm that put me in a trance. He had no idea what he was doing to me… or maybe he did? I had the perfect view of his soles, it was as if he intentionally sat there to put on a performance for an audience of one, and I would give him a standing ovation if I could stand up without revealing the slowly growing erection that had been brewing in my pants.
I must have zoned out. I had been hypnotized by the sound of the flip flop smacking against his soles, I had imagined getting on my knees and devouring his feet right there, doing anything in my power to please and serve him. Each time he flexed his foot to gear up for another glorious slap I got a quick glimpse at his bare foot. It was torture to witness without the ability to act on my impulses but I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
I snapped out of it when the barista called Alexander to get his coffee.
As he walked back to his table I couldn’t take my eyes off his feet. I tried following his trajectory back to his table, but he took a detour. To my titillation (and horror) he walked past his table and stopped in front of mine.
“I think I’ll sit here”
I noticed that he did not ask, he simply told.
“I saw you staring at me” he said.
I was horrified. I had been busted. Not only for people watching but perhaps he even noticed what I had been looking at. My face was red hot and my cock had become so erect that it hurt me being pressed against my jeans so firmly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I said.
“Oh please, you have been staring at me since the moment I walked in. Specifically, my feet, for the last several minutes. I thought I saw you sneak a glimpse, so I wanted to test my theory by putting on a little show for you—were you amused?” He said with a smirk.
I began to protest.
“Your…feet? No, you must be mistaken. Why would I ever…”
I immediately fell silent when I heard the sound of his flip-flop slapping the ground. Suddenly I felt something very large brush past my thighs and stomp on my lap firmly
“That’s your pathetic fag cock under my size 12 isn’t it? Hard as a fucking rock. Do you dare deny it now?” He said while stifling his laughter.
I wanted to cry. Thankfully the only other person in the shop was cleaning an espresso machine so this humiliating conversation could still be kept private.
“Get yourself together and follow me”, he ordered.
I couldn’t help it. Alexander the Great had given his orders, and I had no choice but to obey. I followed him out the door and to his car. We drove for about ten minutes in complete silence. I was too embarrassed to say anything or ask where we were going. He didn’t seem mad, he appeared to be amused if anything. Despite how humiliated I was I still couldn’t stop peaking at his feet as he pumped the brakes and acceleration.
Our destination was his house. I tried to ask what he was going to do to me as we closed the car doors in unison.
“You’ll see… your new life starts now… I’ve been looking for someone like you for a while now. Before we begin…bow to your master and kiss his feet”, he said.
“But… we are outside someone might…”
“You never argue with me again”, he said. “You say thank you and obey your master”.
“Yes sir” I replied. My face must have been bright red. I bowed and puckered my lips and kissed the tops of his feet right below his toes and really romanticized the experience. If I was going to humiliate myself like this I would at least enjoy it. Something in me also wanted my new master to feel how much I adored him, and how grateful I was that he allowed me to kiss his feet.
When we entered the house he plopped on the couch and beckoned.
“Slaves, we have found our fifth.”
I was confused. However, after Alexander the Great said these four other young men revealed themselves. They were all adorned with collars and did not introduce themselves. In the short time it took for them to reveal themselves, Alexander the Great had stripped naked.
“Let’s give my new boy a preview of his new life” Alexander the Great said while grinning.
On the couch, Alexander the Great had put his feet up on the ottoman in front of him. He spread his legs wide and put his hands behind his head, exposing his armpits. His formidable cock was absolutely swollen from the excitement of knowing what was going to take place. His bare soles were smooth as silk and pink… the kind of soles that looked like they would have an intoxicating aroma… I was dying for a taste.
Two slaves sat on either side of him on the couch and buried their faces in each armpit. They began smelling and licking aggressively. Another slave was on his knees before his god, and bowed his head into the masters lap. He immediately began bobbing his head up and down, letting the massive cock pump his throat while he fought for what little breath he could gather while pleasing his master. The fourth slave was on his knees in front of the ottoman, smelling, massaging and licking Alexander the Greats left foot. I felt intense jealousy.
“Yes, this is my life”, Alexander the Great smirked. “You understand what you must do right? Or are you too stupid to figure it out, fag?” As he said this he wiggled the toes of his free right foot as if to beckon me over to them.
“Say thank you master”
“Thank you” I said.
I first buried my face into his moist pink sole. I wanted to really inhale the smell before my tongue washed it away. It was very strong. Sweat mixed with the leather from his flip-flop. It was everything I wanted it to be. The smell was as intense it could possibly be without tipping over the edge. As I smelled I lightly began kissing his soles.
The other slaves were still going to work. Each one seemed to enjoy their role as much as I enjoyed mine. It clicked. We had each been hand selected for our roles. None of us would ever leave because we were happy to have our little piece of him all to ourselves.
“This happens twice a day, fag”, Alexander the Great said. “You all live to serve me, is that understood slave?”
I opened my mouth to answer when the bottom of his foot slapped me across the face.
“You shouldn’t be talking unless you can manage to do that with my size 12 gagging you, queer.” He said while laughing. “Get to work”.
I obediently began licking the bottom of his foot. The taste sent me into convulsions. It was heavenly. Salty and sweaty with hints of leather, his foot tasted like everything I hoped it would. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he fell into complete relaxation. Every slave had their place and all of our tongues worked together to bring our master his ultimate satisfaction. An hour had passed before he relieved us. Before he left the room he handed me one of the flipflops he had been wearing at the cafe.
“I’ll be back in about 4 hours… you just smell this until I get back.”
I happily obeyed.
