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Lost Youth

by Brett Bradley-Howarth

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The background - It was the year 2000, let’s call me James and my friend Steve - when I was 17, I was in the closet, though I had seen a few men in private. I had a group of straight friends who were, not homophobic per say, but quite masculine, the hottest of which, Steve, I had a MAJOR crush on! Steve and I were good friends and spent quite a lot of time hanging out at each other’s homes, as well as going out as part of a group of male friends; he was very sexy and attractive with beautiful feet which he looked after very well, they were size 9 and he often walked around or would be sitting around barefoot. Steve would often leave his gym shoes in the doorway at his home or mine and I would try my best to get an opportunity to go and have a sniff whenever I could.

The above is true, here is my fantasy….

One evening Steve came over to my house, straight from the gym, my parents were out so we were home alone; he arrived, wearing only hi shorts and vest set down his gym bag and took off his gym shoes. I could immediately smell the sweat from the exercise session that had only just ended, Steve even apologised for it, I said “Don’t worry mate”. The shoes and gym bag lay in the door way, Steve and I went to the kitchen and grabbed some drinks and took them up to my room to hang out.

As we were hanging out I could smell Steve’s feet through his sweaty gym socks and thinking about how wonderful the shoes must still smell.

“Listen mate, I should’ve gone home first, these socks are rank, I’m sorry to put you through this” Steve laughed. “Take them off if it’s bothering you but I don’t mind” I responded. Steve pulled off the socks to reveal his beautiful feel and threw them into the corner of the room, naturally his feet smelled anyway and now I had sight in addition to smell to drive me insane!

Several minutes later I excused myself to get us some more sodas, picked up the socks and said I’d put them with the gym bag on my way past. “Your funeral” Steve joked. I suggested he play a computer game to keep him busy. “Back in a minute.”

I reached the doorway with Steve’s sweaty stinky socks in my hands and his stinky trainers just a matter of minutes post gym workout on the mat; my cock was throbbing, I knew it was risky but I also knew I would be ‘coming’ in seconds if I allowed myself to. I kneeled down, sniffed the socks then buried my head in one of the shoes and started to wank my cock hard. Suddenly I heard Steve’s voice behind me “What the FUCK????”

Back in my room, I am silent, “So are you going to say anything then James?” Steve asked. I just tremble. “OK, here’s what I think then, stop me if I’m wrong! First of all, You’re a fuckin faggot! Right?!” I say nothing. “Right?!” Steve says angrily. I nod and look away. “And as well as being a faggot, you like the smell of my fuckin’ smelly dirty feet, you fuckin get off on it?!” I nod again. Steve glances at my throbbing cock through my trousers; “Oh my god you’re even getting off on this now you fuckin pervert”.  Steve raised his hand and said, “You better start answering my questions fag or I’m going to fuckin hit you”.

Steve is standing, still barefoot, I am seated on my bed, occasional tears falling; “So tell me what exactly you like about my feet then, what turns you on?”

“The look…..shape……smell”

“Oh my fuckin’ god, you fuckin freak. Is that the first time you’ve wanked over my shoes?”

“…..No”

“This is unbelievable, do you think about things you want to do to my feet, and don’t you fuckin lie to me fag!”

“Kiss them…..lick them….suck your toes…..be kicked by them….have them walk on me, my face, my cock”

“HAHAHA This is fuckin hilarious. What about my cock you fuckin pussyboy, bet you dream about having that inside you too don’t you?”

“Please…..”

“Don’t you?!”

“….Yes”

“Well you never will. HAHAHA.”

Steve lifted his left leg and pressed his foot against my hard cock. “Fuckin’ hell you love it bum boy!!”

He sat on the chair put his legs up on the bed and asked “Do they look nice tonight then queer boy?”

“Please Steve”

“DO THEY LOOK NICE?!”

“Yes”

“Well then, you’d better start massaging them then, my feet worked hard in the gym, since you like them so much, make them feel better.”

I began to massage them and it went on for several minutes, Steve was clearly enjoying it and so was I, I had always wanted to be dominated in this way but was very scared, while excited at the same time.

“That feels good faggot, but I think they need to be cleaned, they seem a little dirty and sweaty to me”

I looked at him.

“Get on your fuckin knees queer”

I complied.

He pushed his feet on my face very firmly, forcing me to lick them and suck his toes for several minutes, he seemed to be discovering dominance he didn’t know he had. When he’d had enough he grabbed me by the hair and threw me across the room. I sat on the floor, not knowing what to say or do next.

Steve stood and looked down on me. “I’ve certainly learned a lot about you tonight haven’t I?” he said more calmly.

“Are you going to tell the others?” I asked.

He looked down on me and laughed.

“No, here’s how it’s going to go down. You were my friend, now you’re my faggot. When the two of us are alone I call you Faggot and you call me Sir. You do what I say, when I say it. If I tell you to drive me somewhere you’ll do it. If I decide at 4am I want a milkshake, you’ll drive to McDonalds, get it and deliver it to me, got that boy?!”

I nodded.

He leaned, slapped me and said “Good boy. You’ll be what I want you to be, when I want you to be it, sometimes you’ll hate it, sometimes you’ll love it. I own you now. If you’re a good little boy, the next time you’re licking masters feet I might even let you wank off that pathetic cock of yours”

Steve laughs.

“Right now what I need you to be is a urinal, so open wide”

I opened my mouth, he dropped his trousers. The sight of his cock was amazing and although I don’t like the taste of urine, I enjoy being pissed on and the feeling of humiliation and submission.

“You’re going to have to get better at catching all that in your mouth faggot, you got a lot of cleaning to do HAHAHA”.

“Bye Sir”