Keith Trains Me: Part 1
by Man123L

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The year was the year 1977, and I was an awkward High School student.

I just finished being used by Master Larry and his friend Duke as a personal foot mat and bare foot cleaner, two years ago, I thought that my worst days were over and I could start fresh. I tried to convince myself that I would not be attracted by the male foot (what a joke). The first day in the locker room I saw a guy and his name was Keith, this guy looked like a god from mythology.

Keith reminded me of the God Apollo with his blonde hair and his sculptured body, not to mention his commanding voice and his size 14 feet. I was infatuated with this guys power, for all I wanted to do was be close to him and … if I was lucky … very lucky … he would command me to service his feet. But first I had to get close to him. I would follow him around school (at a safe distance) watching a work of art in motion. I would stay behind (when he went to football practice or went to the main gym to practice his wrestling moves) to clean the locker room. This way I could open his locker and get excited in private as I took a whiff of his day old socks, and snuggle my nose inside those sneakers of his (Puma high-tops-size 14).

One day he went inside the weight room with his 18 year old friend Jerry, and of course I followed. Not knowing that Keith and Jerry had set a trap for me and (I was the bait) I walked right into their web. As I went in the weight room I noticed that it was empty except for me, Jerry and Keith, Keith was sitting on the barbell bench with a devious grin on his face, but where was Jerry?? I would soon have my answer as I heard the bolt on the door behind me lock, and someone grab my arm from behind and put me in a chicken wing. It was painful and hurt like hell. It was Jerry hurting me and asking Keith what he should do with me. Like a King on a throne, Keith in his commanding voice told Jerry to bring me over to his feet and put me on my knees before him.

He then laughed thinking it was funny to see another human being bowing before him, powerless and utterly helpless while in awe of his strength. After he was done laughing he bitch slapped me a few times until my eyes actually began to water. He was very powerful. Then he stared into my eyes as he looked down at me and told me that he had noticed me following him around school, and the weird part was he said “You seem to be looking at my feet”, but then he corrected himself and said that no one would want to worship his stinky size 14 feet. I was relieved for a fleeting moment, and I felt that maybe I had gotten away with keeping my secret. But it was only for a moment.

Then his friend Jerry spoke up, “I have to disagree with you Keith.” he said, “I saw this faggot at your locker sniffing those raunchy socks and inhaling the stench from your sneakers.”

How?!?! I asked Jerry, and he responded by telling me not to worry my faggot ass about it, and that he just saw what he saw. I looked like a deer caught in the headlights-my secret about me having a fascination over Keith's feet was exposed.

Now Keith looked at me again with those icy cold eyes of his and asked me a question or was he stating fact?? “So you like my feet don't you?? Well do you like both bare feet and stocking feet? What is your preference?”

I tried to answer my Master but as soon as I tried to speak he took his foot and cracked me across the face, as he told me that he would find out for himself how much I loved his feet … as he trained me to become a proper foot slave to him and those around him!

Jerry asked if he was going to let his brother Jim, who was a few years younger than Keith, have me as a play toy … so I could serve Jim and my services could be kept in the family. Keith answered bluntly “Hell no. Not yet … he needs to be trained first, and that is my job!” And he laughed a devilish laugh. The entire time he was saying this he was flexing his feet and loving every minute of it because he noticed that it excited me--he was in total and absolute control. I was told to report to his house in the morning at 7am, and that my life was about to change and not for the better. My training, as Keith put it, was about to begin.

I showed up at Keith's house around 6:55 in the morning not knowing what to expect. The door opened and there stood Jim … all umpteen years of him … with a body that had muscles on top of muscles and brown cropped hair. Jim only had size 11 feet but he was like his brother--cocky and arrogant.

In a commanding voice that seemed to come from the back of the house, Keith asked his brother who was at the door. Jim told his brothers that it was some lanky weirdo, and Keith yelled back to his brother to have the weirdo stand at ease and await his presence. Jim said no problem to his brother as he took me by the shirt and led me to the kitchen and told me to follow his brothers' orders and wait for him.

I was to wait for Keith at ease … and this meant no movement, just starring ahead with my hands clasped behind my back and my legs spread apart as I was standing. But I made one terrible mistake; I let Jim get to me. Jim was pretending to slap me and was putting his hands close to my face. When I shielded my face to protect myself from his hands I broke the at-ease command given to me by Keith. Jim ran to the back of the house and reported my discrepancy to his brother Keith. Soon I saw Keith come storming out with a disgusted look on his face and Jim had a cocky but devilish grin on his. I knew that this could not be good for me.

Keith stormed in the kitchen where I was at and used one of his holds on me. Being on the Varsity Wrestling Team at school he knew many painful holds and he had me in a hammerlock as he twisted my arms behind me. And as I moaned in pain, I was scolded by Keith. He told me that when he gives me an order I better damn well follow it (to the letter) or else there will be consequences. I tried to explain that all I was doing was shielding my face from Jim’s hands, “That was two mistakes you will never, ever make again boy!” Keith said. First Keith said for me to not blame his brother for my stupid ass actions. He [His brother] is perfect … he is the brother of a god.

“And second; you do not speak unless either I or someone I know gives you permission to speak-I will let you pass on these mistakes this time but if you ever let it happen again I will beat your ass, then I will let my brother have a turn at you ... IS THAT UNDERSTOOD BOY!?”

I answered in a shaky voice "yes Master" I understand, thank you for not beating my ass this time.

Both Jim and Keith laughed as they saw how frightened I was of their awesome power over me.