by Dakota Lydic
After the absolute humiliation I had faced in the guys locker room just days before, Ransom had promised me a reward for my obedience. That Friday morning, I received a text from him telling me I was spending the weekend at his house. He also mentioned that this weekend his parents would be home. I grew suddenly nervous at this detail. It’s not like I haven’t spent countless weekends slaving at Ransom’s feet but this time was different. His parents were never home at the same time. That night, I showed up to his house and, surprise, his parents weren’t home yet. Before I could knock, Ransom had opened the door, grabbed me by the shirt and yanked me inside.
“There you are faggot. I’ve been waiting for you,” he said with a devious smirk, the same one that had always given me an instant boner. No stranger to these weekend sessions, I instantly dropped to my hands and knees and avoided making eye contact.
“Good bitch,” Ransom said simply, walking towards his living room and sitting on the couch. I crawled closely behind, not once taking my eyes off his feet. As he sat there I remained still on the floor, awaiting the command I always so desperately wanted to hear.
“Take my shoes off, and worship my fucking feet you dirty little cunt.” I leaped forward at this, and began taking his shoes and socks off, sniffing each as I removed them. Once he was barefoot, Ransom ordered me to lay on my back, my head by his feet and as I did so, he placed his bare feet on my face.
“Lick,” I heard Ransom say as he turned on the TV. I started to my task, lapping at his bare soles as though his foot sweat was the nectar of the gods. You would think with how many times I had tasted Ransom’s foot sweat or felt his perfect manly feet on my face that I would’ve grown tired of the repetition. But I could not get enough of his feet, of his dominance over me. I was truly his devoted slave in almost all ways and he was my god.
The hours ticked by as I worshipped Ransom’s feet, sucking and kissing each toe, licking the soles of his feet, and cleaning the sweat and dirt from between his toes. I was so devoted to my task that I didn’t hear the sound of a car door closing just outside. Ransom looked down on me and smirked, knowing that I was lost in my devotion to his feet. He finally pulled his feet from my face and mouth and ordered me to get up. I had just barely managed to get up off the floor and sit on the couch before his parents opened the front door.
They gave a simple greeting to both of us before making their way toward the kitchen.
“Are you boys hungry?” I heard his mom from the kitchen.
“No we’re good,” Ransom called back. “Dakota just got his fill tonight. Didn’t you?” He looked at me ever so seductively. I gulped.
“Y-yea I did,” I replied, barely able to get the words out. I was so turned on!
Later that night I followed Ransom up to his bedroom where I was about to crawl into my spot at the foot of his bed when he stopped me.
“Remember that reward I promised you for being a good little slave for the guys in the locker room?” At the mention of this, my heart began instantly beating faster.
“How could I forget Master?” I responded, almost eagerly. Ransom smiled and walked over to his closet, waving me over.
“Well the guys were so impressed that they decided to give you a little present,” Ransom said, chuckling as he opened the door to his closet, the smell absolutely rank. Just inside on the floor was a pile of what appeared to be hundreds of dirty gym socks. The smell was so intense that my eyes actually burned a little at first.
“Yea the guys and I decided to give you a nice little bed to sleep in tonight. So enjoy faggy!” He smiled, kicking me in with his foot. I fell face first into the pile of dirty laundry.
“What do you say for our generosity, bitch?” He demanded of me.
“Thank you Master,” I said, “I don’t know how this could get any better.” In response, Ransom went over to where he had laid his shoes from earlier and brought over the socks he had worn today. “Open up bitch,” he commanded, shoving one of his socks in my mouth as I did, tying the other one around my face to secure it inside.
“There, even better. I just live to please you fag boy,” he taunted, chuckling as he shut the door to his closet and turned off the light in his room. I could hear from my caccoon of stench as he crawled into his bed and settled in to sleep. I too got as comfortable as I could in the cramped closet full of gym socks and over time, I got used to the smell and finally drifted off to sleep.
I woke up early the next morning and heard as Ransom’s parents got ready for work and shuffled on out the door. Yea Ransom did say they’d be home this weekend, but apparently he didn’t mean all weekend. Quietly I opened the closet door and crawled out. I was so happy to stretch my legs after the hours spent in that closet. Seeing Ransom sound asleep I couldn’t help myself but to crawl over to the foot of his bed and lift the covers, revealing his perfect size 12s.
I removed the sock gag from my mouth and set to work on massaging and worshipping his feet. As I massaged and licked them I could hear slight changes in his breathing. Finally, the sun started to rise and his alarm clock went off. As Ransom sat up in bed, pulling the covers up to reveal me there at his feet, he smiled.
“Such a good boy,” he said sleepily, before jumping up and stretching. While he stretched, I laid on the floor, kissing the tops of his feet and toes. Finally, he decided to throw on a plain gray muscle shirt and head on downstairs, ordering me to follow him. Today was all about doing his chores and I did each and every one happily, just glad that I got to serve him in so many ways.
Finally night had rolled around and Ransom’s parents came home. His mom made dinner while I set the table. Originally Ransom was supposed to set the table but he ordered me to do it instead. During the dinner I found myself sitting next to Ransom. Eventually my glass emptied and I stood up and went to the kitchen to grab another glass of water. As I turned the sink off I turned around and almost bumped into Ransom who seemed to have followed me in to the kitchen. He was standing so close to me as he bent over and whispered in my ear.
“When we get back to the table, go under and suck my toes, faggot.”
“What, are you kidding? Master, I can’t-“ I gasped in sudden pain. Ransom had grabbed me by my crotch and was squeezing my genitals, causing me great pain. Of course, his parents didn’t see it.
“You are my bitch, now do what I’m telling you and I just might reward you later for being my good little slave boy.”
“Yes, master,” I whispered, sighing with relief as his hand left my crotch, lessening the pressure. He then went back and sat at the table, looking as though nothing had happened. I gave it a minute before I followed.
How was I going to suck his toes?! His parents would definitely know something was up. Cleverly I ‘dropped’ my phone on the ground, so I crawled down under the table. And there they were, Ransom’s gorgeous bare feet. I pretended to be searching for the back of my phone as I lowered my head into Ransom’s feet. In just seconds I had sucked on his toes and kissed each one individually, but to avoid suspicion I got back up and sat in my chair. My cock was so hard and I was ready to explode.
“Is everything ok?” Ransom’s mom asked.
“Yea...” I said, unable to make eye contact with her. Ransom remained expressionless as if nothing had happened just seconds before under the table. After dinner, I excused myself and rushed back upstairs to Ransom’s room, where I laid in the pile of dirty gym socks and jacked myself off into an intense orgasm.
TO BE CONTINUED... MAYBE
