Nick
by DC34ev@aol.com

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Nick was one hot guy. He had short, dark brown hair, an olive complexion, big brown eyes, and the cutest smile. From the way he looked and from his last name, it was clear he was Italian - just the way I like them! Nick had the nicest body. He had muscles but he wasn't all bulked up. He got his athletic build from all the sports he was involved in - he played soccer in the fall, he was on the wrestling team during the winter, and he played baseball in the spring.

I first laid my eyes on Nick on the first day of school in my gym class. He wore baggy blue sweat pants, a tight, white T-shirt that looked like it was painted on, and blue Sketchers sneakers. The whole class I starred at him playing basketball with his friends. I couldn't believe how hot this Italian God was.

I was sad when class ended because I wasn't going to see Nick again for two days. On the upside, I was going into the locker room so there was a chance I might see some other hotties in there underwear taking off their stank sneakers. walked to my

While walking to my locker, I didn't see any hotties. I changed and started to grab my stuff and get ready to leave. As I stood up I noticed some blue Sketchers that looked a lot like the ones Nick was wearing. Next, I noticed the feet standing next to the Sketchers in white socks that looked kind of sweaty at the toes. As I moved my eyes from the feet, up the legs, to the bulge in the boxer briefs, past the tight stomach, to the slightly hairy chest, and to the face I nearly freaked - It was Nick! He was standing there in his underwear smiling at me! I didn't know what to do so I just hurried out.

I told my friends during lunch about Nick and how hot he was and what had happened in the locker room. My friends thought that maybe he thought I was cute and he was flirting with me but I didn't believe that. If anyone was straight, it had to be Nick. I mean, what gay boy actually participates in gym?

I went through most of the school day reliving gym class in my mind until I got to English. My favorite teacher, Mrs. P was teaching this English class so I gave her my attention. Everyone liked Ms. P and she liked us, we were discussing what we would be learning this year when suddenly the door slams open and makes everyone in the class jump. I look over to see who was coming in and to my surprise it was Nick! He sat on the other side of the room and started telling Ms. P why he was late. He said he had trouble finding the classroom and she said, "Whatever."

She continued her discussion about what we would be learning this year and then, when she finished she started asking us how our summers were. Nick raised his hand and everyone was expecting him to tell us about his summer but he said something totally off the topic.

"Ms. P," Nick said, "would you mind if I took my sneakers off? My feet really are killing me after gym and having to run around this school all day."

Surprised at the question Ms. P said "Sure, if that's what you want to do." Nick continued saying, "I have to warn you that I have really bad feet. They always stink real bad because they are always sweating."

The class started making grossed out noises and Ms. P added that maybe he should keep his sneakers on that case. I for one wouldn't have minded breathing in Nick's hot foot odor but I, of course didn't say anything. The class continued uneventfully until the bell rang.

Everyone got up and moved on to the next class. As I was leaving I noticed Nick had already left. He was closer to the door. As I was stepping out of the room, someone grabbed my arm so hard and pulled me to the side that I almost fell over.

I turned around to see who it was and, oh my god, it was Nick! I didn't know what to say so he said that I had to come with him. I told him I needed to go to my next class but he told me that I wasn't going, that I was gonna come with him. His deep voice and bossy attitude turned me on so I started following him down the hallway. He told me that he saw me checking him out during gym. He said I should have stayed and talked to him after gym in the locker room when he smiled at me. I started mumbling something, I doubt he even understood what I was saying - I was in shock still. He said that I no longer would just walk away from my master so fast anymore.

I laughed and was like, "what are you talking about?"

He said, "I know you think I'm hot, everyone does. I think you would make a good bitch. Anyone who gawks over me would make a good bitch but I'm choosing you because I know you are a total loser and you probably have no friends so you have a lot of free time to be my bitch."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He wanted me to be his bitch. I acted stunned but really, I was getting horny.

He led me to an empty classroom, shut the door, and he sat in the teachers

chair. He told me to crawl over to him on my knees. I just stood there and was like, "what the hell is your problem, I'm not gonna be your bitch."

He then said, "That I didn't have much of a choice. I am the most popular guy in this school and I am gonna let the whole school know that you are a faggot if you don't do what I say."

I wasn't ready to come out of the closet yet so I got on my knees and started crawling over to him. He said "Good slave, now remember how I said that my feet were killing me? Well, you are gonna take care of that right now. Take off my sneakers now bitch!"

I started unlacing his sneakers but then he stopped me. He said, "When I give an order, I want you to respond with 'yes master' or 'as your wish your majesty' or something like that. Do you know who I am? I am the hottest, most popular guy in this school and you are gonna show me some respect."

I said "yes master" and continued unlacing his sneakers and then I took them off.

The smell was pretty bad and I probably made a face because he said "What's the matter, can't the stink? Well get used to it because you are gonna be spending a lot of time at my feet and this isn't even the worst of it."

Then he put his feet in my lap and told me to start massaging them. I said "yes sir" and began to rub his feet. His feet felt damp from the socks he still had on and the really smelt bad but I was having the time of my life rubbing this hot guys stinky feet as he sit there with a cute smirk on his face relaxing in the teachers chair with his eyes closed.

When the bell was about to ring he said, "Bitch, what is the matter with you? We are gonna be late. Put my sneakers back on now!"

I said "yes, of course master" and put his sneakers on his feet for him and tied them securely.

He then got up and said "Meet me by my car after school, it's the red Mustang." I said "yes sir" and then he left.

I couldn't believe what had happened and I went through the rest of the school day stunned. I was really excited about meeting him after school though. I was wondering what he was gonna do to me.

I walked around the student parking lot after school looking for the car and it took me a while to find it. Finally, I noticed the Mustang and he was already in it with his sun glasses on looking annoyed. I ran over and hopped in and he said, "What the fuck took you so long? You don't ever keep your master waiting again, you hear me!?"

I responded, "yes master" and he said I better start getting more creative with what I call him. I responded again "yes your highness" and he said "better."

He drove me to his house and led me to his messy room. No one else was home. He said he had to go back to the school for soccer practice and he was leaving me at his house. He said his parents were gone for the week. When he got back, he said he expected his room to be spotless, he wanted his dinner waiting hot on the dinner table, and he wanted me to be waiting for him on my knees by the front door so that I could grab his soccer stuff and take his cleats off for him.

He said, "With my parents gone for the week, I'm gonna live like a king and you are gonna live like a servant." With that, he left to go to soccer practice.

I called my mother to tell her I would be sleeping at my friend's house this week so that I would be available to serve my new master Nick at a moments notice. Next, I quickly cleaned his room. It was such a mess. He had lots of dirty socks everywhere but there was no time to jack off now because my master would be home shortly. Then I prepared his dinner for him, steak, salad, and baked potatoes - a meal fit for a hungry king.

When I heard his car pull up I ran to the front door and got on my knees. He slammed the door open and threw his gym bag at me. Then he sat on a chair that was near the door and ordered me to lick his cleats clean.

He said "That dirt on those cleats is all your getting for dinner so you better enjoy it." He then ordered me to remove his cleats and the smell was far worse than it was before, in school as he said. Suddenly he got up and walked to the dinner table and started stuffing his face. Without saying a word, he motioned me to get under the table and begin rubbing his feet. After about five minutes of rubbing he told me to take off his long blue soccer socks. I obeyed, revealing two beautiful feet, with a little bit of hair on the long round toes and top of the foot. I then heard him order me to start licking his feet. I said "yes my god" and I started licking at the bottom of his high arch. Then I moved on to in between his toes and I could hear he was truly enjoying this. He was moaning with pleasure as he ate the food I slaved in the kitchen over to make for him.

Then he quickly got up and moved into the den. I followed the hot Italian god into the den and he plopped himself on the couch. He shouted "get me the remote control bitch." As I ran to retrieve the remote control for Nick I responded "yes your highness" and I handed it to him. Then he put the recliner up, raising his feet in the air and started clicking through the channels. He didn't even have to tell me to get to work on his feet. As he rested, watching TV, I worked on his feet.

Then he started talking: "Yes, this is what a king lives like. Relaxing, watching TV, his servant massaging his feet. Yes, this is the life. This is what I deserve, to be a king, to be the king, to be your king."

I looked him in the eye and nodded in agreement and then looked down and continued massaging master's feet. I was really horny by now - something about a cocky guy giving me orders really turned me on. I asked my master if I may use the bathroom and he said permitted me to leave his service for 5 minutes, which would be timed. I quickly ran to the bathroom and jacked off. It was the best orgasm I ever had. I returned with a minute to spare but he was no longer in the den.

I started walking around the house and found him in his room with a huge erection. He shouted, "Get in here and service your master. You better suck like the little bitch you are!"

I said "yes your greatness" and sucked his huge dick until he came. I loved the feeling of his hot cum hitting the back of my throat and I swallowed every drop like the bitch I was. He then kicked me to the ground and crawled under his blankets and fell asleep. I went to sleep on the hard wood floor where I landed dreaming about my master fucking my face again with his morning wood, preparing his breakfast for him, and massaging and licking his feet while he ate the breakfast I made for him in the morning.

The next week was going to be great living with Nick, my new king/master and being his servant/slave.