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by Zac
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You may call me Norman.
From the time I was very young I've known that I was attracted to
men's feet. I think it was in the summer when I realized. Summer
is the time where everyone is either barefoot or wearing sandals.
Anyways not a single soul knew about my attraction to men. In my
younger days I would watch batman a lot. I adored the idea of two
men (Batman and Robin) sleeping in the same bed, in a mansion with
a butler and flowers. Even though Batman had no powers, he was still
commanding, powerful and sexy.
Often I would fool around with this fellow. I forget his name but
we used to play together in his tent in his basement. We would take
off all our clothes and just tackle each other. I was usually his
slave and he was my master. I would put my head up to his bare bottom
and he would let out a huge fart. I relished the odor of the fart
and I told him so. Perhaps this started it all.
A few years later it really kicked in. I had a crush on one of my
peers. I think his name was Josh but his last name escapes me. He
was rich. Really rich. Anything he wanted he got. He had a servant
(just like Batman) who tended to his every need. He was well built.
Just bulging with muscle. He was almost perfect except he had an
average I.Q. He didn’t know about my sexuality. No one did,
it was also then a mystery to me.
One day I was talking to my friends about the up-coming Biology
test. Neither of us had a clue about the material. What does Biology
have to do with life anyway? He came over to me and said:
''Hey Norman. You wanna come over to my house and study later?"
"Ya sure Josh." His voice boned me. I had a crush on him
for so long.
"So we can take breaks and fool around with my new stuff".
Fool around? I knew what he meant but my cock didn't.
That evening I found myself alone with him in his room. Both his
parents were out. His mom was a whore and his dad was a model. His
bitchy little sister was god knows where and the servant had a day
off.
''Hey Norman everyday when I get home from school, my personal servant
always gives me a foot massage. He isn't here today so my feet are
really tense.''
Every thing was right about those sentences. "Personal'', ''servant'',
''foot massage'', ''feet'' and went straight to my already fat cock.
''Do you think you could just rub it a couple times for me.''
''ok." obviously I pretended not to be turned on but I think
he saw through my ruse.
As I massaged those positively majestic feet of his he moaned like
he was entering a hot bath. I wanted to moan too but it would blow
my cover. He took off his belt and I stopped massaging his feet
and I looked at him. ''Did I tell you to stop?"
''No but what are you doing with your belt"
"I'm commanding power"
I thought he was just talking out of his ass. He was stinking rich
remember. His parents were morally bankrupt so they bought him everything.
You'd be surprised. I soon discovered that they bought him an electric
stunner. He held it high ad told me ''I'm taking you as my slave.
Undress me".
I said in my sexiest voice: "You don’t need a stunner
to get me to do that".
He knew where this was going and both of us liked it. I started
with his shirt. It showed of his well- toned muscles when it was
on … but baby when that shirt came off it was clear –
He was a god!
He took the rest of his clothes off. I saw his penis but there's
something I forgot to mention: I’m not really attracted to
the penis. It’s mainly the feet and the upper body.
So there he stood in all his greatness. I got on my hands and knees
and started kissing his feet. He' like ''forget that, lets get to
the good stuff"
''Yes master.''
He lay down on his beautiful bed, on his front and said ''clean
my ass hole you shit."
''Yes master''. I did what I was told and it was the greatest thing
I ever did in my life. That feeling I got. The feeling that I was
someone else's property. The feeling of being owned, used and objectified.
I was kneeling there with my tough and toilet paper for this god
of a man. It was miraculous.
I got up and we made out. Me and his foot that is. I still have
a picture of the event but more are probably in my closet. We did
this for about four years once a week religiously.
Of course I failed that Biology test but I aced high school.
So I guess the lesson learned here is that you should keep your
eyes opened because you never know who might turn out to be your
type.
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