The Neighbor: Part 2
by The Gambling Cowboy

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Recap of Part One.

My upstairs neighbor controlled my fate in his hands. He was in a position to get me kicked out of my apartment, so I had no other choice than to submit to his commands.

I reluctantly went upstairs, got down on my knees and looked right at his feet. I removed his boot, slowly turned my head and buried it right in the ball of his socked foot. At the end of the day I was told to report back the next day.

The next day I slowly opened up the door, and instantly had a collar placed on my neck. Within minutes I felt a small shock pierce my neck, and was told to obey him or any of his friends or else.

That night I started out worshipping the feet of three men, but soon found out that I had about to begin part two of my training.

I was assigned as the bathroom attendant. My job was to unzip and hold their cock in place as they piss, then put in back in their pants. After drinking lots of beers, they started to come in more often than I can remember, then I was forced to suck their cocks when they commanded.

There I was waiting for another person to enter.

And now for Part Two

After servicing him as he commanded, I knew he would let everyone know about my new service and was expecting more of the same.

By this time there had been about seven other guys show up and the music was getting louder as every drank more. After about ten minutes another guy enters the bathroom. He was medium height, a blue dress shirt and slacks, brown loafers with a pair of black cotton socks. I got on my knees and he stood right in front of me. I slowly unbuckled his belts, unfastened his pants, and unzipped his zipper. I pulled down his underwear and revealed a 12 inch cock just hanging over his balls. “My balls ache”, he said quietly “and I want you to suck them.” I slowly positioned my head under his balls and opened my mouth. As I put them in my mouth there was a very musky salty taste.

He placed his hand on his cock and started slapping my face with it. “I want you to slowly lick my cock from the base to the tip.” He said with a more forceful voice. I stuck my tongue out and slowly started from his balls to the tip of his cock, then back to the base of his huge cock. I continued doing this for about five minutes while staring at his perfectly shaped tool. “Now I’m ready to piss.” So I took his cock and aimed it towards the toliet. He pissed like a Russian Race Horse, because it seemed like about 3 or 4 minutes (non stop). After he was done, I slowly shook the drops off and he proceeded to turn towards me. “Why are you doing this?” he said with a puzzle look, “You must really like to be humiliated.” I told him about the situation I was in and he kind of felt sorry for me. I then said “I just wanted to worship socked feet to make someone happy.” “Well I was told that you had to do whatever I wanted and right now I am very horny, so start sucking,” he commanned with a sincere look. So I grabbed his huge dick and starting sucking on the full 12 inches. He moaned with excitement and started pumping faster and faster. There was something about his guy that made me feel safe and comfortable while servicing him. As he started reaching his climax, he began moaning is a soft masculine voice that gave me a sense of exciting wating for him to shoot his load in my mouth. This time I was eagerly waiting to swallow all of it.

I finally felt his load on my tongue and began swallowing every last drop. I thought it was never going to stop. By this time there must have been about four people waiting in line as I heard knocks on the door telling him to hurry up. As I put his cock away, he slipped me a note in my pocket and said with a pleasant smile, “I’ll see you later.” Then turned and walked out. Well the next half hour was about the same with each one of them forcing me to suck their cocks. I was becoming quite experience party hostess. After about five hours of bathroom duty, the neighbor came in and said “Bathroom duty was over and now it’s time for the final festivities.” I followed him out the door remembering to remain on my knees.

I saw about 10 guys in the living room. Five of them were on a three piece sectional, two were in recliners, and three were on bar stools. They ranged from a young guy wearing a t-shirt, cut-offs, white socks, and worn tennis shoes to the 12 inch office dressed guy. There were construction workers with work boots, casual attire with nice sneakers, and of course the neighbor (My Master) who had changed into a tight colored shirt, blue jeans, and black leather boots. My upstairs master proceeded to put a blindfold on me and laid me down on the floor. “Ok, slave” he said with a bolsterious voice, “You will be the judge of a foot odor contest.” “You will smell everyones feet and decide which is the stinkiest feet,” he explained. “You will smell each one for 3 minutes and will recognize them as foot a, foot b, etc.” he continued.

Within minutes the first foot landed right on my face. The part between the toes and ball was right against my nose. It was a sweet moist smell and felt like cotton. Also there was a leather smell, so I thought it was from a boot. He moved his foot around and I took in the aroma with every ounce of my breath. The second foot was placed upon my nose, only this time it was the arch (middle) part of the foot. I could tell it was a big wide foot because it coved most of my face and his toes were touching the side of my face. It was a foul smell, like he has had the socks on for a few days. At first it took me by surprise, but after I got adjusted it was very nice. This continued until all ten pairs of feet was placed on my face. After this was over, my master told me to choose the stinkiest one. Well there was no doubt it was the second pair of feet. Just then my blindfold was removed and the person with the stinkiest feet was Matt.

“Well congratulations, Matt,” said my master, “You get to have him as your personal foot slave for the next hour. He commanded me to come over and sit down by his feet. He then commanded me to service them non-stop until time was up. I sat there and worshipped his feet for the next hour.

After the hour was up, I was instructed to go around and take the shoes off of every guest, so I started with the three men sitting on the bar stools. The first guy had cowboy boots on, so I took his left boot in my hand and began to pull it off. As his boot slowly came off, I saw his white OTC socked foot sliding out. The dampness of his feet pressed the sock up against the soul of his foot. I held his boot and took a big sniff inside enjoying the smell of cowhide. I then removed his other boot and he placed that foot on my shoulder. I then began to rub my hands all over the other foot massaging every square inch. I put my fingers in between his toes making sure I rubbed the inside of every toe. Then he placed the foot on my shoulder right into my face.

I took about three or four big sniff and held each breath in as long as I could. I then grabbed his foot and started rubbing my face all around his soul. The stubble from my non-shaven face seemed to excite him as he started pressing down on my face. He then swung around and placed both feet on my face. I continued this for a while, and then decided to attend to the next person. This guy had black dress shoes and black socks, but they were more vinyl that leather. I untied his left shoe and I was able to smell the odor of a hot smoky scent. I have always liked the kind of smell that came from a non leather dress shoe worn all day. The foot gets hot and sweaty and has a distinct aroma. After taking his other shoe off, I placed both feet on my face, then I began to rub them making sure I got my fingers in between the toes.

After I while I went to the third person. After that third person on the stool, I went to the first person on the recliner. This person was reclining in the chair with his feet on the stool part. He had on black tennis shoes with white socks. When I removed both tennis shoes he stretched his leg as if to be happy to have them out. I began rubbing them both from the heels to the toes. I then placed my head on the stool and put my face up against the soul of one foot while he placed the other foot on the top of my head. I rubbed it all over my face making sure to get every inch. I was a mild odor and was not damp at all, so I breathed in extra hard to gain a good odor. He then placed the other foot in front of me and I did the same thing.

I then continued doing the same thing to each and every guy in the room.

I was then told that I could go home and get ready for another day. I said, “Thank you sir,” and as I was walking out the door they all cheered and said “have fun and see you later.”

I left to go downstairs and went to bed just thinking about the wonderful night I just had.
Watch for more adventures with my neighbor.