Conquered By A True King
by Mr. Jersey

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I first met Jack earlier this year, probably around October.

We had Existentialism together last semester and now we have Intro to Poli Sci together this semester. Our dorms are down the hall from eachother, so sometimes in between classes we would hang out in his room our my room. We talked about everything, sports, politics, the media, our high school experiences, etcetera. He knew I was gay, and was surprised when I told him at first, because I look and act like a guy, I'm not your typical gay stereotype and don't plan on being with one. It makes people I meet realize that you cant always judge someone's sexuality on physical appearances, or even on things deeper than that. The thing is, no one on this earth is 100% gay or 100% straight, we all have our curiosities, as I would soon learn. I would've never expected Jack to be anything gay, but that would all change.

It was a Friday night in early February and the whole Northeast was threatened with a massive blizzard. My actual roomate, Taylor, went back home for the weekend to be with his family during the storm. I didn't really have a choice my home was too far away to make it before the storm hit. The snow came down around 6 and I had finished my last class of the day and went back to my room. Within an hour three inches of snow formed a nice winter blanket, however, the sheer 3 degree Fahrenheit weather froze something that left half the building powerless and without running water, kind of a weird thing being it was just half the building. Anyway Jack happens to live on that half, and his actual roomate had as well went to spend the weekend home with his family. He was afraid he'd probably freeze to death if he stayed so he asked if he could crash in my room. Being a good friend I casually accepted.

Jack is 6'3", probably a good 230 pounds of muscle with a lean abdominal and biceps from his basketball team workouts, and a size 16 shoe to match. I never doubted his good looks, but I never looked into them either. He was a friend, just a good friend and I didn't seek anything sexual with him or never really even thought about anything. More over, I thought he was fully straight and by pursuing him I'd be wasting my time.

It was roughly 7:15 when i heard the knock on my door. There he was, just himself and a bag of some clothes and stuff he brought over. I told him just to put the stuff on Taylor's bed where I expected him to be sleeping, he did so. He looked somewhat sweaty, he said the team just had a three-hour workout, and I invited him to take the recliner we were fortunate to have, he was overjoyed. The button to lift the rest of the seat up wasn't working so I told him he could use the Ottoman if he wanted to rest his feet up, he did so and I gave him the remote while I grabbed two beers from the mini-fridge. Sportscenter was on, and I sat down on the loveseat to his left, leaning back toward him to get a good angle on the T.V.

"What did they make you do?" I asked.

"Run, run, pushups, situps, and did I say run?" He responded with a tone of sarcasm.

"I could never do a sport knowing I'm giving my life to hours of that torture."

"You get used to it, and it's not that bad in the end.

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's sort of empowering. When you do it you sort of just feel content like you can do anything, and to know that you're getting stronger in the process.." He continued. Ever since high school I've sort of been one of the sexually submissive ones, so him talking about feeling powerful sort of turned me on. "But yea I'm you bet I'm worn out, and my feet hurt like a bitch."

Realizing he still had his size 16 Nike basketball shoes, which he was putting on the Ottoman, I went on to say "Hey take your shoes off then, I didn't even realize you had them on. But can you keep the Ottoman clean?"

"Chris" He said to me.

"What?" I replied.

"Did I tell you I'm exhausted I can't even bend down. Is it that much of an issue."

"Ehhh I guess not but.."

"Why don't you take them off for me then." He said with a weird seducing tone. He gave me a smile that he'd try to make me feel bad with. He wasn't making me feel bad, he was just getting me horny.

I actually did want to take them off, but I promised myself I shouldn't fall for one of my best friends.

"What?" I said in shock.

"Please just do it, I have no energy." At this point I wanted to take his shoes off, and lost the battle with myself, he kept giving me like a puppy-dog frown as I unlaced his divine sneakers and put them on the side of the recliner. The aroma filled the air in miliseconds, I can't explain the immensity of it's power, of those beautiful feet in grey American Eagle sports socks, was it my birthday already? "That feels better." He sighed.

I went to sit back on the loveseat and went back to laying down. We watched quietly for a minute, I was trying to cover up my hard on with a pillow I was holding. I could still smell it. Then it got even worse, he changed his position and leaned toward the opposite arm of the reciner for me so he could position his feet over onto the arm of the loveseat right on top of my head. He's always been a little funny like this, but I never took it seriously. He started hitting his feet together right over my hair. I looked over and he was giving me that look again.

"What do you want now?"

"Remember how I said my feet we're killing me?" He said in that slow, puppy-dog, yet seducing tone.

"How could I forget?"

"Can you massage them for me?"

I looked back at him and he gave me an even bigger smile. I didn't say anything for a good 10 seconds. Then, "Don't say I never did anything for you,"

He didn't say anything after that just smiled and wagged his feet together so that they grabbed the attention of my eye. I started with his right foot, and placed my left hand around his heel massaging the bottom with thumb and the top with my other fingers. I took my right foot toward his arch and toes and massaged the bottom with my thumb and rubbed the top of his socked foot with my other fingers.

The moment my hands made contact all that scent realeased like a bomb, and so did my penis which was semi-hard from taking his shoes off, had been retreating as I focussed off of it, but this just made it pop up so fast as if it wanted to jump off my body. He tried watching the TV again but he was in heaven so I he closed his eyes and just relaxed and moaned to the pleasure I was giving him. After about a minute and a half, I was too hard, and he would notice, I just stopped and watched Sportscenter. The TV then just shut off. I looked back at him, remote in hand, giving me a weird dirty look, you can tell he was not happy.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"No but.."
"Now get back to the massaging."

"Not with that attitude."

He just stared at me angrily, I sort of got scared, I knew he could snap me like a twig if he wanted. It's just that if I kep't doing it I would defintely just go right in my pants.

"Listen," He started. "You invited me into your place I think you should learn how to treat your guests better." He got up and punched my arm. Boy did it hurt, he didn't lie about those workouts that's for sure. "On the floor infront of the Ottoman, now slave!"

Not wanting to be further in pain I did what he said and he leaned back on his recliner, his arms over each arm rest and socked feet on the Ottoman, at that I thought to myself how majestic and powerful he was. Which was ironic with what he was about to say after I went, "I thought I was your friend."

"Oh you are, but you're fortunate, you're the first friend that has the pleasure of being ruled by me. I am you're emperor."

"Emperor?"

"Yes, let's do a little role play, I'm a Roman Emperor from Ancient Times, and you will do what I say, when I say it, and you will not challenge me. You speak when I give you permission, and admire and worship as I'm also you're God. If you want to go to heaven you need to earn it."

This was the best day of my life.

He went on "Do you know what that makes you?"

"You're slave?"

"Correct. You are my slave, foot bitch. The perfect one for a jock king like me. Now you are at my feet. You will massage and smell it until I give you further orders."

"Okay"

"Excuse me!"

"What?"

"You address me as 'You're Majesty' or 'You're Highness' or even master but preferably those other two, got it?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"You're highness."

"That's better. Now back to worshipping."

I did so for a good 30 minutes, he just stood there smiling, arms behing his head probably thinking but how awesome it is to be a God like him and dominate some pathetic loser like me. I loved it. He turned the TV on.

"You have to start respecting me more? I give you life."

"Aren't I already?"

"Not enough. Keep rubbing and smelling but now kiss my feet as well. Do they smell good for you?"

"They've been smelling since you first took of your shoes."

"Hope you enjoy it because we're not nearly done."

I kissed up and down and really gave myself in to him, I was starting to fall in love with him and his power. I felt simply, right. As if this is where I was supposed to be, worshipping the man of my dreams at his feet. He could tell I was enjoying it and looked down at my pants.

"HAHAHAHAHA" he exclaimed. "You have a boner faggot, I knew you'd like this, don't you?"

I just remained silent.

"DON'T YOU?" He shouted again.

"Yes your majesty."

"Good cuz you're in for one hell of a night."

After an hour of a half of kissing while he watched a movie. He told me to follow him, crawling on the floor and if I stood up I'd be punished severly. I did so. He went to the mini-kitchen, examined leftover pasta from last night, and put it in the microwave for a minute and half. Then I was to follow him into the bathroom. I was to kneel behind him while he pissed, and he told me that I shoud open up his butcheeks and give him a quick rim job while he was pissing.

The smell was different, it was both horrible and awesome at the same time. It was clean however so I didn't mind it. He moaned the whole minute long piss, worshipping his tan amazing body was my new job. Immediately after the piss he turned around and sat down so his dick faced me. All nine inches were still dripping eurine at the end. He told me to lick off the moisture. I opened my mouth and closed on the head of his meaty cock, licking and twirlling my tongue. He had a full-blown hard. He took my head and pushed it in so more of his dick was in my mouth, I liked and sucked harder and harder. Sometimes I took it out of my mouth so I can lick his entire nine-inch shaft.

"You have a talented tongue." He told me as he moaned.

"Thank you master."

He started petting my head and hair as I continued. "Smell my sack, you know my feet smell and know you'll need to know the smell of my sack." I did as he commanded and I kinda smelled the shit in the toilet so I told him so. He flushed, and then the shit smell faded away and I was left to admire his golden genitals. He took my head and positioned it so his hard was back in my mouth, I kept doing my job worshipping this hell of a stud. I took my hands down toward my stuff. He slapped me across the face.

"He'll no. You don't jack off unless I tell you too! You cum and you lose half you're interest slave! Give me your hands."

I did as he commanded and he just held my arms up.

"Please master can I cum!!!" Please I kissed his hairy legs down to his feet.

"No! Now suck!" I continued sucking his dick and what I couldn't fit in my mouth he put my hands over and jacked himsef off with, then he let go and I did it for him. He put his feet over my shoulders and hooked it around my back to lock me in place.

"OH MY GOD" He yelled, you know what's on it's way. He yelled again "YES" finally like a cannon that fired six times in a row i had a river of his tasty, rich semen in my mouth. "Swallow." I would've done it anyway. He just sat for half a minute, I still sucked. He was petting my head giving me a smile of approval. "Good Job." He said. "But we're not done at all. It's supper time."

He left the bathroom, pulled his pants back on but took his shirt off. He got the pasta from the microwave and I was to follow him crawling back to the Ottoman where he resumed that goldy position. His feet in my face I was instructed that my meal would be to lick and suck the dirt off his American Eagle socked sweaty feet. Him being a jock ate the in 5 minutes. But put some aside I didn't know why. He told me I was still to suck his socked feet until he wanted me to do something else. I didn't mind at all. It tasted and felt better than anything at a restaurant, better than a Big Mac and Whopper combined, a crave case of his power and manly might, those meaty toes would not go ignored. All the sweat from his sock acted as my drink. I kissed and rubbed again with the sucking of his toes and licking of his soles, he didn't mind it at all just continued to watch T.V.

Thirty minutes later he took the last of the uneaten pasta and turned the plate over on his shirtless stomach. His abs were covered in marinara sauce and penne, and they slowly fell toward his sides. My next course was to eat and slurp the pasta like I did his socked toes and soles. I crawled to inbetween the recliner and ottoman and he had his legs on my shoulders, feet dangling, his eyes closed. He was in heaven as well. I started with the stuff about to fall on the couch. I licked the running sauce from his hips and really dragged my tongue across that tan golden skin slowly getting every bit with passion. I moved up to his lower stomach and dove my tongue into his belly button. He moaned greatly at that and hard came back. I worked up, getting absolutely everything. In between the muscles of his six pack i licked hard. I moved finally toward those beautiful brown nipples which were the highest the food went to. I got all the food in between and spent probably 15 minutes licking and sucking each nipple over and over again with force. He loved that too. His eyes barely opened and he just kept turning his head and moaning, sometimes opening his eyes very thinly at me with a look of sheer dominance. His stomach became spotless.

"You do good work." He said. "Now for you're next course. You lick and suck, rub, massage, all of it on my feet again, this time bare."

I went to and put my fingers between those lustful American Eagle socks.

"NO!" He yelled. "Take them off with your teeth, but before you do that jab your tongue along my heel in between the sock." I did so, I had to lift up his feet one at a time to get the best angle being I was under him on the recliner. I took of his socks and took a minutes digression to hold them up to my nose, lick them, suck on where the toes and heel were. Surprisingly he didn't mind and gave me and evil smile when I did that. I didn't want to take advantage so I put his now saliva covered socks on his abs while I went back down to his now bare feet and awed. It was like a statue from art history class. I was a living marble statue from the antiquity and his feet were perfectly shaped, thick and meaty, waiting for my love.

I dabbed my tongue at his toes than slowly swiped from heel to toe with my tongue one foot at a time. I sucked and licked his delicious toes and arches, I even sucked the bottom of his heels. I moved to the tops of the foot and sucked along some of the visible bone to suck on his heel. I moved up a little bit to lick his legs, a forest of that gorgeous light brown hair, and then back to his feet. I did this again, sometimes switching up the order, sometimes dragging my tongue for pleasure, and sometimes dabbing it gently to bring more anticipation. He started stroking his dick but paced himself so he wouldn't cum.

It was an hour later of nothing but foot worship. He was almost asleep from all the pleasure. "Let's go to the bedroom." He instructed. "You still have to crawl, because this time im going to sit on you as you carry me."

He was a heavy guy so it took a good two three minutes to make it about 10-15 feet away. He didn't care he loved having me server him and taunt me by shoving his still raunchy feet in my face. We got to my bed where he picked me up and threw me on, and like some animal he moved his arms seductively crawling toward me on the bed. We were both hard. He threw his pants off and mine too. I took my shirt and underwear off. We were both completely naked. He began to fuck me face forward for a bit, than he decided he wanted another job. So he turned around ass toward my dick but moved up toward my face. "I want another rim job, but this time it's gonna last." He sat there moaning for another hour as i licked around his asshole, under his crotch, in bewteen, kissed his cheeks, butcheeks that is, licked his but hairs. I tried pushing my tongue into his actual asshole where it smelled the most. He began to wank again, still pacing himself to build up for when he'd actually cum. I was in for a treat. He turned himself around made me lick and suck his toes again for 20 minutes. Then he turned me over and began fucking me in the ass. Up and down he took his arms and held me tight trapping me, now this was more of a jungle seen. He was a strong powerful lion, King of the jungle, and I was his defenseless prey. He fucked hard and passionate and kissed my back.

"AHHHH" he shouted. He shouted again and again I was speechless. On the fifth shout You could feel him cumming. If before was a cannon, this was the space shuttle going for liftoff, it had really advanced and progressed. I must have felt nine streams of cum fill my rectum. At the end he kept his dick in my ass, he was tall enough for his head to be right behind my head. He kissed my neck and rubbed my back with one hand.

"Do you remember Gabriella," He asked me softly. Gabriella was his extremely attractive, ex-girlfriend he dated since junior year of high school, one of his 500 girlfriends. He broke up with her a few months back, everyone wondered why he dumped such a beauty.
"Yea why?"

"Remember when we broke up? Do you remember what I said as to why we did?"

"Yea something about how you need to focus on your job and the team and stuff."

"Well there was actually a different reason,"

"Then what?"

"The real reason was that I met you. Given a few months I knew you were exactly what I wanted. Just didn't know how to approach you." He said so soft and passionately still kissing my neck, and the turned my head and made out with me for five seconds.

"Chris, I love you." He said passionately and made out with me longer this time. "We're gonna have one hell of a college life," he meant it. The great part was, it was only freshman year, and I was already conquered by my true king.