Everything Happens For A Reason: Part 1
by Slave Jim

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I had just finished a horrible exam, I mean it really kicked the shit out of me.

I jumped on my bike in a furious rage and peddled as fast as I could to get back to my dorm. All I wanted to do was take some shots and drink some beer and forget about this whole semester. I am minding my own business thinking about how crappy this semester has gone when suddenly

SMACK!

A jogger ran into my bike as I was turning a corner. I flew from my bike and landed face first in the grass. As I struggled to get up, I looked over and there was the jogger in a full running suit, which I though it was odd since it was May sitting in the grass getting up as well.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing asshole!" The runner said. "I think you sprained my ankle you shit head".

"Now wait a second, I didn't do anything YOU ran into ME" I replied.

"Were you paying attention fucktard?" He asked "or were you thinking about something queer like school and how your semester went"?

"Queer, I'm not queer, and school isn't either, but that's besides the point, what is going to happen to my bike now?" I said.

"I don't give a shit about your bike, your bike is a bike, I am a human being and you injured me. I certainly hope that your family has money because if this sprain interferes with my baseball scholarship, I am suing you for everything you've got".

This scared me, my family had hardly anything, my parents God bless them, scrimped and saved for years just so I could afford to go to college, and I still have a year left. As it was, I had to work while taking classes just so I could afford my meal plan at school.

"Well, hold on, hold on, maybe we can come to a solution with this. My dorm is that building right over there" I pointed right across the street. Why don't we head up there and maybe you can rest for a little while."

I locked my bike up to the street sign while I did this I noticed that the guy I "hit" got up pretty easily and was able to walk over to me without really the slightest limp. "I am going to lean on you because my ankle hurts so badly" he said. "Wait, I just saw you get up without a problem, are you sure you're hurt that badly" I commented. He gave me a look that for a short second I truly feared him for some reason. "Yes, I'm hurt and if you question it again, I'm calling my family friend who is a doctor and he will vouch for me that I am injured and then we will have a date in court".

"Alright Sir, sorry I really didn't mean anything by it" I said meekly. "Here put your arm around me" I helped him across the street and into my dorm.

"Whew thank God you have air conditioning, I am sweeeaaattyyy" he said. I thought to myself, "well maybe if you weren't such a dumbass wearing a sweat suit when it is 65 degrees out..."

"Aren't you going to offer me anything to drink? It is hot out there, when I mentioned being warm that should have been your cue to offer me something cold dumbass" he said.

"Oh um, yeah, uh sure, I have bottle water, juice, pop..." as I was listing he just interrupted me "bottled water, with ice". My dorm fridge did not have an ice maker, however for the floor, there was an ice machine down the hall. I grabbed a cup and went to fetch some ice.

I came back and handed the bottle to him and then the cup. He just looked at me with a blank stare like I was supposed to serve it to him or something. "would you like me to pour it in there for you?" "Um, yeah, its called hospitality and if you are going to be taking care of me for the next few days you'd better learn how to do be hospitable".

"What?!? Take care of you?!? What for?!!? You are barely injured! I don't even know your name?!? Why in the hell would I take care of a complete stranger!?!? Let alone for a few days?!?" I flipped out on him.

"Well, as I said, I guess I will just head on over to my doctor's then and show him how injured my leg is." He started to get up, acting all hurt like he was unable to stand. "Alright, alright. I will help you out for the next few days until you get better alright? Just please I don't need any trouble, I have had a really rough day/week/month/semester already alright. Please, I just want to get this taken care of and I will do whatever needs to be done to get this whole thing taken care of."

He looked me and raised an eyebrow and then slowly got a a sly looking grin. "whatever needs to be done huh? You just want this to be taken care of?" "Yes, Sir" I said half sarcastically.

"Good" he replied. "push that foot rest over here, I need to raise my leg". He gave no please, no can you, just push that foot rest over here. I hesitated at first and then he just looked at me and then the ottoman and kind of cleared his throat in a "let me get your attention" way.

"Oh, yeah, here let me get that" I slid the ottoman over to wear he was sitting, but he didn't put his leg on it.

"I'm having a hard time with my legs, a little help?" He said. I guess this was my cue to lift his leg up for him, which I bent down and gently lifted his warm injured leg onto the ottoman and stepped back. "You still aren't getting this hospitable thing down are you chump?" he said. "what do you expect me to life your "good" leg-I put the quotes with my fingers in the air as I said good. "Um, yes, that is hospitable. Listen, here is the deal, while you are taking care of me for the next few weeks" I interrupted him "NEXT FEW WEEKS?!?!". He stopped what he was saying and gave me a death stare.

Very sternly he said "Listen you piece of shit and listen good, I will NOT repeat myself. You hurt me. You don't want any trouble remember, you were willing to do whatever it takes to get this taken care of! So, if it is a few days, few weeks or a couple of months, I don't know-you WILL do what needs to be done got it? And me and ONLY me will decide when I am better or when I am not, understood?!?!?"

I looked at him with a blank stare trying to figure out what I should say. Should I just say fuck it and kick him out? No, the repercussions could be to great if there was a lawsuit. He cleared his throat as if he was looking for a response.

"Ok" I said. "you are right, I did say I wanted to to do whatever it took to get this over with". With that, I walked over and lifted his other leg gently onto the ottoman.

He smiled "I knew you would see things straight. Now with that hospitable thing, should a guest be on a comfortable couch with his feet up and have his shoes on? I would bend down and take them off, but I may have hurt my back too."
I stopped myself from getting angry. "No, probably not, I do want to make your stay more comfortable".

"Don't sass me" he said.

"Sorry". I replied. I bent down to remove his shoes. I began to untie them and he turned the tv on. "Ahem" he mockingly cleared his throat. I looked up at him. He waved me down with the remote control, clearly I was in his way. I nodded my head in a pathetic sign of understanding and sat on the floor in front of his shoes.

I untied the shoe on the "injured" leg very gently as not to give any cause/reason or excuse for him to say that I hurt him more. I ever so gently lifted his calf with one hand and slipped his shoe off with the other. As I did this I could literally feel what can only be described as a wave of warm air release itself from that shoe. There was also smell, so would say a strong, sweaty, musky smell, but strangely enough it slightly aroused me. I then did the same to the other shoe and received the same warm, sweat, musky smell escaped the shoe. I set both shoes down beside the ottoman.

He spread his feet apart so he could make eye contact with me. "Its kind of nice not to have to exert myself and aggrevate my injury when someone is here to help me. Why don't you help me with my sweat pants, don't worry I have jogging shorts on underneath, but um, make sure you don't get in the way of the tv". I gave him a look and then sighed and gave in. He lifted his ass off the couch just enough so that if I grabbed his sweat pants at the knees, the pants would slide off easily.

"Ah, that feels better. I tell you what, I think that ankle injury is starting to cause some pain in my foot, I think you should massage it for me." "Now, you were just running, your foot is all sweaty?" I said. "Well, first, my feet couldn't smell that bad becasue you are still sitting there, and you didn't get sick from the smell and two, if I could get up and shower I would, but right now I am in soooo much pain". I knew he wasn't in that much pain, but I did agree to get this over with. I just looked at him. He got kind of a devilish grin on his face.

"They aren't thaaaat bad are they?" at this point, he shoved his "uninjured" foot right into my face, before I had a chance to pull back his other foot came flying from the other direction pulling my head into his other foot. "You probably like it. You are pathetic aren't you? You barely put up a fight when I told you to remove my shoes and pants. Do you like the smell of sweaty feet" he said as he leaned forward and grabbed my hair and pulled my head with more force into his feet.

I tried to pull back but as I did he pulled my hair. Honestly, I did kind of like it. I had never experienced feet before, let alone a man's feet. I had always considered myself straight, although I never had, had a girlfriend. I had never even touched a girls pussy before. Now I was starting to become conflicted because as I mentioned, I did kind of like it. "Haha, I'm just kidding" he said and pushed my face away with his feet.

I sat there thinking about what just happened. After several seconds I said "no, please, I would like to massage your feet, sweaty or not, because if I did hit you...er...if you are in fact inju-....well since your ankle is hurt, it would be the hospitable thing to do".

He looked at me. "I thought so, you are learning about how to be hospitable pretty quickly huh?" he said as he stretched out on the couch and pushed he legs forward on the ottoman, so now, with me sitting in front of him they were just inches from my face.

"ha..yeah.." I said with a nervous laugh. I slowly and carefully took his injured foot in my hands. His sock was still soaked with sweat and really warm too. My thumbs pressed gently into his warm moist soles moving in circles while my fingers gently moved up and down to massage the top of his foot. I massaged this foot for close to 20 minutes, before he tapped my arm with his other foot. I think this was a cue to massage the other one. "aha! You are picking up on cues now too! What progress we are making!"

"You know, I think this arrangement will work nicely. You will serve as my personal servant while I recuperate. Actually this scenario makes me think of a gladiator getting serviced after a workout by his slaves." The big toe on his injured foot reached forward and touched the top of my head, he lowered his foot so that his toe traced a line down the front of my face, from the top of my forehead down to my nose (where he stopped underneath my nose) of my lips, where he let his toe pull my bottom lip down, and then to my chin, where he placed his foot under and lifted my head so I was looking at him in the eyes.

"What do you think of that?" he asked. "Think of what? gladiators and ancient Greece?"

"No you idiot, you being My slave until I am healthy. I mean, clearly as it is you really aren't in position to argue with Me at least with how you seemed in such a hurry to get rid of this situation".

"well, no, when you put it that way, I suppose I don't have much of a choice then do I?" I said. "Ha! then that it is! you shall be my slave until I am healthy again!" I was beginning to get a little worried, but he was right, I really was screwed, what was I going to do but follow his orders?

"slave, take off my socks, we will see what exactly you are willing to do for me, but I have a feeling you will do pretty much anything". Man, he was right. "whatever you say, I am the slave after all" He got angry. "Two things! You will not be sarcastic with me again, in fact you will NOT talk back to me ever again! Since you have agreed to be the slave, what does that make me?" I looked confused for a second, then it hit me.

"Master, that makes You the Master" "That's right, so you begin and end every conversation from here on out with Master or Sir, understood?"
"Yes Master". "Let's practice. Stand up!"

"Yes Master" I stood up.

"Sit down"

"Yes Master" I sat down.

"Remove my socks!"

"Yes Master".

"Wait, on second thought, we are still practicing. Ask me to remove my socks".

"Master, may I please remove Your socks, Sir?" "We are a quick learner now, you may, but do it gently." " Yes, Sir".

I slowly began to peel first His left and then His right sock down. His feet looked divine, like true works of art. He had a little bit of hair on top, just a tiny tiny amount on his big toe and maybe a hair or two on the second or third. His nails were trimmed across to avoid ingrown nails I suppose, but they were a tad long. His feet looked smooth, but that could be because they were still sweaty.

I sat the socks in His shoes. "Sir, what would you like me to do now?" "First, those socks should be cleaned, go get a glass fill it with water. Put the socks in the water and ring them out back into the glass. Leave the glass with the sweaty water in it and then come back to me" I did as I was told the water turned a slightly yellowish color with some floaties in it. I quickly returend to my new Master's feet. "Now I want you to gently hold my feet and blow on them to cool them off, while massaging them one at a time." "Yes Sir". I gently massaged his feet for close to an hour while my new Master would occasionally sigh or moan, basically to tell me that I was doing a good job.

"Don't forget to massage each toe individually and since there are nerve endings all over the feet, make sure you run your fingers between My toes as well slave".

"Yes Master" I replied.

He certainly did like to call me slave. Why wouldn't He? Think about it, he is sitting in an air conditioned room, with ice water and a total stranger massaging His sweaty bare feet, He pretty much was being treated like a Master. I made sure to take each toe individually and rub it with two fingers and gently pulling on it almost as if I were jacking it off. I would then slide a finger in between each toe which even after an hour in between was still a little moist, not to mention some toe jam. I strangely felt at ease right now though.

While working on His right foot he slowly pulled his foot back towards him, forcing me to lean in more. He then placed his left foot right next to the side of my face. After a few moments he let it slowly relax against my cheek. His foot felt cool now because of my blowing on the moistness and since the air conditioning was on. He slowly moved his foot very slightly up and down my cheek, and then over a little bit almost to my nose. I wasn't sure what to do as I was still massaging His other foot and He had not yet told me to stop, the last thing I wanted to do right now was displease Him.

"You know I was thinking" He said "when I was little anytime I hurt myself, My mother would kiss the 'ouie' and that would make it feel better". I looked up at him and He smiled and looked at me "slave, kiss my ankle" "Yes Sir" I leaned in and kissed his ankle that was next to my face. Without even realize it until after it was done, I kissed the foot that wasn't injured. He said nothing. I leaned back to where I was "ah ah ah, I didn't say stop slave!"

"Yes Master, Sorry Sir".

The foot next to the face slapped my cheek and he placed his sole directly on face. "To see how well you are with punishments, you are going to kiss My feet until ordered to stop". "Yes Sir". I began to kiss His sole, while still massaging His other foot. I would move my head up and down to plant kisses all over the bottoms of His manly, yet soft feet. I noticed a little callouse here or there on the hell or side of His foot, no doubt from running, but His feet were amazingly soft. I then reached forward to kiss the tops of His feet.

"How do My feet taste slave?"

"Master, they taste a little salty but it is difficult to tell truly how the taste with kisses". "Hmm, was that a suggestion slave?" "No Sir! I mean, whatever You wish Master". My new Master smiled again. "Slave!" He said sternly as he planted both feet firmly in front of me on the ottoman.

"You will lick My feet and I want you to truly describe to Me how they taste!" "Yes Master" I said with a little hesitation. I was a little grossed out by this proposition, yet at the same time I had a strange feeling of arousal here.
I started at the heel and licked up the side of His feet to the pinky toe. I then went back down to His hell and licked up to the next toe and so on. "Don't forget the tops" He commanded while watching TV and not looking at me. "yes Master" I licked the tops of His toes and tops of His feet. "Suck the toes slave" "Yes Master" I replied. I sucked each toe as if I were giving it head. I would swirl my tongue around the tip of it and then stick the whole thing in my mouth. I did this for each to. I then repeated the same to the other foot.

"Slave, you forgot something".

I was puzzled what the hell did I forget? I licked the tops and bottoms of His feet, sucked on His heels, His toes; what could I have forgotten? I looked at His feet, He was spreading His toes. I got the picture, He wanted me to lick in between His toes too. "Sorry Master, please forgive me, I am new at being a slave". "I forgive you slave".

"Thank You Master". I now had this burning desire to really truly please Him, regardless of how gross or degrading including licking in between His toes. I fervently licked in between His toes, which tasted a little like vinegar and salt but if that was what was necessary to please Him I thought.

Suddenly Master raised His feet above my head and bent His leg back to touch His own foot. "They feel pretty dry slave. Your mouth does good work." "thank You Master" I replied. "I think you deserve a reward". As strange as it may sound, it made me so happy that I pleased Him so much that He wanted to reward me. "Go get the glass of water that you washed My socks in." "yes Master" I replied, suddenly, my "reward" didn't seem so great.

I fetched Him the glass of sock sweat water. "Slave, you massaged My sweaty socks. you massaged My sweaty feet. You licked My sweaty feet and sucked My sweaty toes. you even flossed My toes with your slave tongue. Now the reward you get is to finish the job. I want you to drink the sweaty sock water and then you will have not allowed any of My sock sweat go to waste." I looked at my Master then at the glass.

He was right, I already did lick His bare feet and suck His toes and it did kind of turn me on to be used like this. "Master, anything to please You". I picked up the glass, looked at its yellowish color and some of the floaties inside. I drank the glass of sweat water in two gulps. It didn't taste that bad to be honest, no worse than His feet.

I knelt back down and as a sign of my new recognition of my place in life, I kissed the tops of His feet and thanked Him for allowing me to drink His foot sweat water.

To be continued…