Slave for Life 2: Charlie Changes the Chain of Command
by Anonymous

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I was coming back one day late from school, it was a Wednesday and so I knew I’d be punished as Wednesday’s I was supposed to be home before Mike waiting for him to come home as he had no sports.

I’d only ever been punished once before, and it was not an experience I had liked nor wished to repeat. Mike had started to rub my erect penis with his foot as I lay beneath him, when he got tired I was then told to continue with my own hands, but every time just before I discharged, he would command me to stop and pull my tightened ball sack out. He repeated this...over...and...over, until it got too painful I begged and pleaded for him to let me cum, he did... on the one condition that I gave him a blowjob first.

This punishment however was a hell of a lot worse.

I got home to find my uncle was sat in the kitchen to, he turned to me and seemed to be appraising me with a watchful eye. “How was your day Tom?” he asked. “Oh, it was fine Uncle Charlie.”

“Mikey here’s been telling me something’s about you. I think you’d better sit down.”

I looked at Mike, he winked at me as I went to take a chair. “No Tom,” Charlie said, “The floor will do fine.” So I sat on the floor, internally screaming ‘NO NO NO this CAN’T be happening!’

“So, Mikey tells me that you give a good foot massage. I’d like to try it out...” My uncle then stretched out his legs so that they were only a short distance from me, I looked up at him and he smiled smugly at me as I leaned forward and began to slip off his brown leather loathers.

It was from that day on, that I became a foot slave to not only my cousin Mike, but my uncle Charlie too. I suppose foot slave is too specific, a more general term of slave would do. I finished school completely next week, and although I had intended to return to complete my A’Level’s I was told that I would instead stay and look after the house and my ‘men’. It was repeatedly drummed into me that I was not a real man, not even a boy, something lesser than an animal, and my two gods were doing me a favour by letting me serve them at every given opportunity.

My roles included: cleaning the house, preparing meals, cleaning shoes with my tongue, foot stool, door stop, opening and closing doors and windows when I was bid, and every Sunday, I was given the socks that my uncle and cousin would wear all week solely for this purpose, and wash them in my mouth, chewing all the dirt, sucking out all the sweat. I must admit, I’ve been the best thing to happen to their feet ever, never have they been so well kept. The nails well trimmed and filed, the hard skin removed the toning so well. And even now, I sometimes secretly still make out into my cousins training shoes.