Keith
Trains Me: Part 2
by Man123L
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As I was lying on my back on the floor smelling Keith’s feet,
Keith had to think how to humiliate me at school because soon we
had to leave for school.
Keith was a mastermind when it came to humiliation and domination
of someone else-he came up with the idea that I carry his books.
I told Keith that sounds fine, maybe I thought to myself he will
let me off easy (no chance). Oh one other thing he said, the twist
to carrying my books- on top of my books will be my wrestling shoes,
and inside them will be my raunchy week old socks that I forgot
to wash and the best part is I will place those filthy socks underneath
your nose so you can smell that aroma all the time as I parade you
around school and show everyone that you belong to me. This lasted
for about a week until he saw that it was wearing me down, Keith
would also have me come to his wrestling bouts and service his feet,
by massaging them and if he had extra sweaty feet he would place
his clad sock in my face and demand that I smell all the sweat from
his socks, he liked having a human air conditioner on his hot feet.
Keith also demanded that I follow him to the football field and
service his feet that would need TLC during halftime. When the game
was over I started to go home, that is until I heard Keith’s
voice from behind me (in a commanding tone) asking me where the
hell I thought I was going. I told him, that the game is over so
I thought… STOP!!! Said Keith what did I tell you about thinking,
now you follow me back to the locker room, there are some guys that
want to meet you. I walked behind Keith going to the locker room
(I walked with my head hung low, and if it was the last mile).
When I reached the locker room I saw 3 guys waiting for me and they
were built like brick houses. One of them got to his feet and spoke,
we have been waiting for you-slave or should I say foot slave, our
friend Keith here told us all about your so called special qualities/services
that you provide and me and the guys here would like to try you
out. First said one of the guys we cannot be seen in public with
dirty cleats boy, so why don’t you use your tongue on our
cleats to get them nice and clean, after 45minutes of licking the
cleats clean I presented the cleats to the guys for approval and
I was told I did a satisfactory job, not good but satisfactory,
then before I knew it 3 pairs of stocking feet were in my face (6
feet) Any fresh air was filtered through the socks of these football
players, they were enjoying seeing me struggle underneath their
stocking feet trying to get a whiff of clean air, they mustn’t
have washed their socks in several days, according to the stench
that leaked out from them onto my face.
After 20 minutes of licking the socks clean and purifying them with
my breathing I was given a sort of reprieve and told to get ready
for the best thing I had seen in a long time (6 bare feet). The
guys laughed as they knew the hell they were going to put me through.
The bare feet of the 3 guys must have been sizes 11-13, and the
smell was rancid, I tried to hold my breath, but when I had to breathe
I ended up taking deeper breaths and the guys took full advantage
of this catch-22 that I was in and purposefully placed the bare
feet under my nostrils so I would get the full affect of their foot
stench.
Then the guys thought it would be funny if a foot slave (me) licked
the toe jam from in-between their nasty toes, as they sat back and
enjoyed the service making fun of me all the way. Then Keith came
back from his little adventure and asked the guys if I did a good
job serving them. The guys enjoyed having me at their feet, and
Keith looked at me with that Icy stare of his and told me I was
very lucky that his team mates enjoyed my services, now he would
not need to beat my ass. He almost seemed disappointed, but I was
happy not to get beaten by this powerful God. Keith said that I
came a long way since the day he first met me in the weight room,
and a couple more days of training I would be ready for his brother
Jim.
I was told by Keith to see him around 6pm the next day at his house.
I arrived at Keith’s house at 5:58pm; you never wanted to
arrive late (later than he ordered you to) or your ass would be
grass and as he always said he was the lawn mower. When I saw Keith
he was barefoot on a lawn chair in the front yard with his girlfriend.
Oh, he said I almost forgot I had a date today with my lovely girlfriend,
can you come back over say 7:30pm and we can spend some time together.
The entire time he was saying this he was flexing his barefoot and
wiggling his toes, knowing that it was tearing me up inside-he must
have been laughing to him and thinking that he has this fag by the
balls and just grinning inwardly.
I departed the house knowing that I had to come back later for Keith’s
enjoyment. When I looked back I noticed that Keith and his brother
Jim was looking wound up for 7:30 to come around. That could not
be a good thing for me, but I should not worry about it I had 45
minutes of freedom to enjoy, before my servitude to Keith started.
At 7:29 pm. I arrived at Keith’s house, the door opened and
there before me stood Keith himself. You are shaving it close aren’t
you faggot, he said.
As soon as I entered the house I was abruptly bitch slapped, looking
confused Keith reminded me that when I am in his presence my place
is at his feet and my lips should make a sucking sound on his feet.
He told me that he was eating dinner and I should lie on the floor
and suck the crap from between his beefy toes that was to be my
dinner-he asked if I had any complaints. I just shook my head NO
because I was not given the proper permission to speak. I did not
think you would dare complain, you have learned who is your DADDY
it took a few beatings from me but the important thing is that you
know and have learned.
Now get under the table and start licking my feet boy. I answered
YES SIR, RIGHT AWAY MASTER KEITH. Master Keith sat back and enjoyed
his dinner as I sucked the crap from in-between his toes. He kept
kicking me in the face telling me to “savor the flavor”
as he put it. When he was done with his dinner he snapped his fingers
and pointed to the floor space in front of the couch, I got from
under the table and started to get up so I could hurry over by the
couch. All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain on my back-it was Keith’s
foot pinning me to the floor. Keith spoke what the hell do you think
that you are doing bitch? I told him that I was getting up to go
over by the couch so that I could service his feet there.
Oh hell no, said Keith you are not going to walk over by the couch
you are going to crawl over to the couch, now I need to think a
proper punishment for you so that you will never forget that your
place is on the ground like an animal on our rug/ground where the
feet of a God must touch. I know, said Jim kick him in the ass,
and to put a little twist to the punishment Kick him in the ass
with your football cleats. I can go one better said Keith I will
kick him in the ass with my football cleats, but I will also draw
an outline of a football on his shorts and make him wear them, then
it is kick off time, I will take aim and kick him as hard as I can
until he has a ruby red ass I will not stop kicking him until he
begs and pleads for me to stop kicking him then and only then will
I show mercy.
To say that I remembered my place on the floor from then on was
an understatement. I got in place under the couch so I could service
Keith’s feet properly. Keith had worn the same socks for several
days and they were so soiled you could actually see the outline
of his foot, but if you think I was going to complain to this God
about him having dirty socks, you must be kidding, he could break
me in too for wasting his valuable time and reminding him about
such insignificant things, I mean that is why he had me as his foot
slave to clean his dirty cleats/socks and feet.
While I was laying there by his stocking feet, he held his foot
just above my face and had me beg to smell his heavenly aroma that
his sweaty feet made, the socks were wet with sweat and clung to
his feet as he looked right in my eyes and asked me a rhetorical
question he asked me how his sweaty feet smell? Now boy, suck all
that sweat out of my manly socks …as he stuffed his stocking
and soiled foot in my mouth.
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