In The College Library
by Sam McPherson

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I was sitting in the College Library one morning. I got bored and was looking around the room. I glanced at the computer screen at a table in front of me.
The guy web surfing was a hot stud. Dark brown hair and brown eyes. His skin was tanned, his body well built. He was wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants, you could just make out his but crack, covered by his tight white boxer breifs.

I was shocked when I saw the site he was on... a gay foot fetish site! Could he be gay? He looked like a jock...

I had come out of the closet the previous summer, and I decided to confront the hot guy about the site. I waited until he got up and walked up next to him.

"Hey, my name is Don, I am not usually this forward, but I couldn't help but notice the website you were on.... are you doing research for a class or something?"

The guy turned to me and grinned "The name is Gavin...and no I wasn't doing research for a class."

"Are you gay...do you mind me asking?"

He gave a secure chuckled, as though he was disgusted by the idea of being gay "No, I am not gay...I have fucked more girls then would even look at you"

"So why were you looking at the website."

Gavin turned and looked at me in the eye. He put his hand on my shoulder to sit me down, which I did on a nearby ledge. "Look, if you want my life story you aint going to get it. If you know what was on that website, then you can probably figure it out."

Gavin paused "Though I am sure we go on it for different reasons" He gave one of those contemptuous chuckles again.

"Have you ever done anything like that in real life?"

"You wanna see for yourself?"

I couldn't muster any words so I just nodded my head.

"Well I wish I could help you out buddy, but I am busy all day. First I got classes, then I have to work out, and when I get back I need to clean my apartment because its a mess."

"I could help you out, ....free up some time" I replied.

Gavin just stared at me for a second. "Alright, I will be home at 6." He reached into his bag and took out a spare key. "I live in the upper year campus apartments, apt 19."

I went straight to his room even though I had class. When I opened the door I took one glance and wondered what had I gotten myself into. It was a mess!

I spent hours cleaning. Picking up dirty clothing and putting them in his hamper. Changing his cum stained sheets. Throwing out gum wrappers, used condoms, half eaten bags of chips. I vacuumed and mopped. 4 hours later the place was spectacular.

Next I looked through his freezer and took out a steak. I choose the steak because a hunk like him needed a hunk of meet.

I had finished cooking and setting his table. I still had half an hour until he came home. I went over to the laundry hamper. Before I came out of the closet I had been terrified of stealing peoples dirty socks to smell them...what if somebody saw me? I used to be so scared, I would imagine that there was secretly a camera taping me.

But this time I had no fear at all. I picked up a dirty sock. It was white with gray around the heel and tip. It was on top, still very stinky. I took it to my nose, but before i could smell it I decided I wouldn't.

I was going to eat it instead. I wondered if I should smell it first, take in the beautiful scent. But the discipline of not smelling it and only eating it was thrilling.

I took the sock to my mouth and started to gnaw away at the tip. It was delicious. You could taste to musky aroma. Without the fear of being caught distracting me I had time to contemplate on the moment.

I was eating another mans sock! His disgusting sock. It was soaked with his sweat. It was the lowest of all clothes. I was so much less of a man then he that I had to eat the dirt beneath his feat.

I felt like I was finally in my place.

I spent the rest of the time until he came gnawing at the sock. I ate a fare bit of it. Then I heard him enter.

I kissed the torn sock and then put it back in the laundry hamper.

I walked over to the front door. I was unsure if I should be standing or on all fours. I decided to crouch down as a compromise.

When I was out his bedroom door and into the living room, our eyes met. He motioned his eyes downward, and I knew to get on all fours. The moment was intense. Neither of us knew what to say. He stood there, looking totally calm. I looked around, wondering what to do next.

He then cleared his throat, taped his shoe, and said "they will not take themselves off." I said sorry and sped over there on all fours. I unlaced his right shoe and loosened it. I then put one hand on the shoe and one on his ankle and pulled his foot out. I kneeled in my head to smell his shoe but he took his foot and pushed my head to the left. He then put his foot the back of my head and pushed it down onto his left shoe.

"You can smell it when I say so faggot."

I replied "Yes, sir"

I looked up at him. He shifted his eyebrow. I wondered if sir was the right distinction. Too formal, informal? What would be better....lord, god, master? I decided on the last of those few and corrected myself "Yes, master"

I then took of his left shoe. He tapped his socked left foot and I gave it a nice kiss, on the top, inbetween his toes and the body of top of the foot. I continued to kiss, the smell was amazing. The feeling was like nothing I had every felt before. My lips touching his foot, as his toes squirmed up and down.

All of a sudden he lifted his foot back and gave me a somewhat light kick in the head. It hurt a bit, not too distracting but just the right amount. The pain was endearing, putting me in a my place.

"I am the one who had to spend all day in class I need to eat." I wondered if I should ask him for something to eat before we continued. After all he was hungry after spending time in class, I skipped lunch and cleaned his apartment. The only thing I had to eat that day was his sweaty sock. We could take a break as he ate and then continue.

I slowly opened my mouth, I was afraid to ask. Mostly I was afraid of ruining the mood. He, however did not let that happen. He picked up his shoe and shoved it in my face. "Here....your dinner."

Well I guess we were not taking a break.....I took the shoe and replied, "Thank you master...that is so generous of you to let me have even anything to nourish on in your presence. Let alone your glorious shoe."

He had walked away already. He didn't care what I had to say. I looked at him as he ate his mouth watering steak. It looked delicious.

I started to smell and lick the soul of his shoe. A few minutes passed. "Bring me my shoe," he said. I crawled over with the shoe in my mouth.

He sat there and continued to eat. He was enjoying the rice I made him. I sat there for a minute as he ate the rice. He put some more rice in his mouth and chewed it very loudly. He then took the shoe out of my mouth and spit out the rice over the soul. "There, your desert faggot."

He placed the shoe on the ground next to his feat. "Thank you master, that is beyond generous." I was about to pick up the shoe, when he said "Dogs dont use their hands when they eat."

I put my hands on the ground and kneeled my head down onto the shoe. I licked away. The rice was all chewed up, it was a white creamy sea topped with his saliva. You could taste his breath in every lick.

About a minute after I finished licking the rice off the soul of the shoe he cleared his throat again. He stood up. "Take off my pants...with your mouth."
He was wearing sweat pants. I put my mouth on the rim of the pant, on top of his crotch. As I pulled down I could see his tight white boxer breifs. I could smell the sweat on his inner thighs. I got to the bottom and he lifted his feat out of the pants. "My shirt" he said.

I put my mouth on the bottom of his t-shirt, over his belly button. I pulled upwards, but soon I was at his chin. I couldn't pull the shirt over his arms and head using my mouth...I wasn't tall enough. He noticed and took off the rest of the shirt himself.

He sat down, and I went back onto all fours. He took some rice into his mouth and chewed. He looked at me and then at his crotch. He spit the rice onto his crotch (over the boxer breifs). "Your last course," he said.

"Thank you master" I said, and I meant it! I was soo happy to get more food, my stomach had just growled in hunger. I knelt into his crotch and began to lick his chewed up rice. I loved the taste of his saliva. It tasted like a real man. With my tongue I could feel his huge penis, sitting under the tight cotton.

For his part he didn't even seem to care. He didn't look at me, he just continued on with his meal. I was like a dog, licking table scraps of my master. He was just doing his job feeding his pet.

When I finished I was so thirsty and he seemed to notice. He took the rest of his water into his mouth, and spit it into his shoe. I bit the back of the shoe with my mouth, and lifted it on an angle. The water spilled into my mouth. It had absorbed a hint of his foot sweat.

He got up. I started to look up at his face when his foot came over mine. He pushed my head backwards "on your back." I obliged and lied on my back. "Towards the right," he directed. He then stood on my chest. One foot was over my breast, the other had its heel just brushing on my crotch. "Use your hands and glide to to my chair in the living room."

"Yes mas..." I started to reply and before I could finish he put his left foot over my mouth to silence me, and then placed it back over my breast.
It was very hard to glide with him on top of me. I was so weak compared to him. But after about ten minutes I got to the chair. He stepped off of me and sat on the chair.

I kneeled before him waiting for a hint as to what I should be doing. He just sat there and stared at me for a few minutes. The anticipation was torturous. I just wanted to lunge at his feat and slobber all over them. But I knew that I must wait for command. It was not my needs that were important but his.

He smiled, "You want to kiss my feet don't you faggot?" "Yes master, I would love to worship your feet" I replied.

He got up and stood in font of me. I was kneeling on both my knees. I turned my head upwards to meet his eyes, but he moved towards me, pushing his crotch into my face.

"You know why your face is in my crotch right now? Because your not a man. A man looks at another man's face when talks to him. But you are a worthless faggot, a petty slave, an object. You don't have wants. See this chair I was just sitting on? Did it want to be sat on? No, it didn't want anything because it is a chair. Well you are even lower then a chair...you don't want anything got that?"

"Yes Master, I am so sorry"

He cleared his throat.

"I am just a slave, just an object. I have no wants. I have no needs, but the need to serve you. That is my purpose."

He sat down and stared at me. My stomach was still hungry after only having gnawed at his sock, licked his shoe, and eaten two mouthfuls of chewed up rice, I was craving food.

"If you do not have wants then why did your stomach just growl faggot?" He asked.

I answered what I felt at the moment: "I am an object just like any other master. And objects, unlike glorious men like yourself, cannot help but need to be sustained. Just as your chair needs to be cleaned, I your slave need some nutrition so that I may fulfill my need of serving you." (I realized that I had said I had a need, and he noticed to because he grinned when i said the word). "It is not that I need nutrition, but that I need to serve you, and being full is one of the things that allows me to do this to best of my ability.... Master"

I was scared, I did not know how he would react. He smiled and said "Ok, if you need nutrition then you shall have it. I am a master that takes care of my stuff."I was so relieved, that I would finally get some food. I was even hungrier then before, after having glided across the apartment with him on top of me.

He removed one of his socks, and turned on the TV. "You can eat my toe nails then...do not make me repeat myself."

"Yes master right away, thank you master that is so generous of you" I replied as I crawled over to his feat. He was watching TV, as i picked up his foot and put his toe nail in my mouth. I started chipping away at the big toe with my teeth.

It was hard, so I moved on to the smaller toes first. Those were much easier! The first one came off after gnawing for just a minute. I wondered whether i should chew it or swallow it. I started to chew it when he looked down at me, as though I should be faster.

I moved on to the next one. He watched intently...amused that while he was relaxing, sitting back, watching TV, another "man" was eating his toe nails. It was even my dinner.... I had to thank him for it.

He eventually went back to watching TV, and I continued to eat the toe nails. He watched TV as though I was not there. I was just a fancy toe nail cutter....like a machine. Men do not trouble looking at machines, they ignore them.

I finished the big toe. It had been very difficult. It took 10 minutes just to gnaw it off, then more to chew it and swallow it.

"Thank you very much master, will you be generous enough to allow me to move on to your other foot?" I asked.

He didn't even look down from the TV "No, that's your lunch for tomorrow."

Lunch for tomorrow....on the one hand I was excited to know that I could do this again tomorrow. On the other I was scared that I would never get to eat real food again....how long could I last on his socks and toe nails, with the occasional chewed up mouthful.

"Lie on your back, with your face next to my feat" he commanded. I lay on my back. My face was right next to his feet. One was barefoot, the other still had the damp, sweaty sock on. I was about to ask him if I could worship them, but before I could ask he put his feet on my face.

I started to kiss the socked foot first. It was still damp, but it had been a while since he had worked out. The sock was in that stage where time to sit makes it more stinky.

The sock was mostly white with gray around the heel and toes. The white, was sort of gray itself....stained with dirt. I started to kiss the heel. I put my lips against it and gave it a kiss. Then I started to give it a french kiss. I kissed my masters heel like he would kiss a beautiful girl.

I then moved up to the curve, and started to lick. My licks formed long strokes going up and down, between the gray areas of the sock.

I moved up to the toes and kissed them like I kissed the heel. As kissed his toes he wiggled them. What power this man had! He was poking my face with his toes. All he had to do was wiggle his toes, and it would block my eyesight, or fill my mouth, or jab my nostrils.

Before I moved on to the barefoot I went back to the heel and sucked out the sweat. I pulled the fabric between my lips and sucked as hard as I could. It was like sucking juice from an orange. Sucking sweat from a jock's sock.

When I moved on to his barefoot, I started by giving the whole foot one long lick. The sweat was unmitigated by the fabric. It was just there, glazing his beautiful skin. As I licked the foot I could see every wrinkle and curve. When I got to the toes he shoved his foot into my mouth. I tried to fit as much in as possible and moved it up and down. It was like giving a blow job to his foot.

I continued like this for a bit. Not once did he look down at me. I was not a person to be looked at. I was just a slave whose duty was to suck his feet. He, the jock, would sit back watching TV, without a care for my existence. I devoted that very existence to kissing, and licking, and sucking his feet.
At that moment I moved my head a bit to the side so I could see my master's face. He did not even notice me. All of a sudden I blurt out "thank you master for letting me worship your feet, it is a privilege I don't deserve."

He shifted back in his chair and looked down at me. Our eyes met. His lips did not smile, but eyebrows squinted ever so slightly downwards. He clenched his fist and stood up. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, so that I was standing. He then walked in front of me and pushed my legs in, so that they fell behind me, with my knees resting on the ground and my back still upright. I was now staring at his crotch.

"Did you just say something to my face faggot? Didn't I tell you that you do not speak while looking at my face? It doesn't even matter if I told you that. Your a measly little faggot, a piece of shit. You are lower then the dirt I walk on. You kiss the dirt I walk on, as it sits on my stinky feet. You speak to my crotch you got that."

"Yes master. I am so sorry master.... I just wanted to let you know how thankful I am"

"You don't get to let me know anything. Thanking my crotch is a privilege in and of itself. You want to thank me for having been such a good master? Letting you exist near me? Letting you worship my fucking feet? You can thank my butt while I watch tv."

He turned around so that I was facing his butt. I knelt my head in and kissed the crack separating his but cheeks. "Thank you master..." I started when he moved a step backwards so that my nose was right in his ass crack. He began to fart. "Master you are all mighty, I am nothing compared to you..." I went on like that, praising him in between kisses.

The smell of his fart was so powerful because my nose was so deep into his butt. When he stopped farting, he moved a step backwards and pushed my head so that it was on an angle, facing upwards. I was in a bridge position with the back tip of my head resting against the chair.

He put his butt on my face, and sat, as he would normally sit in his chair. He moved around a bit to make himself comfortable. Each butt check rested on one half of my face, as the crack rested on my nose. I started to kiss his butt, moving my lips ever so slowly so as not to disturb him.

With my lips, and my cheeks I could feel his hard ass. It was rugged and firm, yet also with a layer of softness on it. He stayed sitting on my face for about an hour and a half....I could tell this from listening to the TV.

But it was to hard to concentrate on the television. I could not get over that he was sitting on my face! I was his chair. My face, the purest part of my body, was immersed in his ass, the lowest part of his body. There is no lower thing on the earth then someones ass. It is lower then garbage. I felt like a toilet.

I could actually feel his ass harden as he needed to go the washroom. I could smell the shit bursting to exit his ass crack. I wondered if he was just going to shit then and there when he got up and walked to the washroom. He motioned with his hands for me to follow him, and I crawled over.
He pulled down his boxers and sat on the toilet. "Crawl over here, face me." I crawled over to him on the toilet, facing him. He motioned for me to move closer to him, and he crossed his legs over my back. I could feel his legs push down on me as he let out his shits.

When he was done, he took a piece of toilet paper and whipped his ass. He was about to drop the paper into the toilet bowl when he looked at me and smiled. "An extra treat for you" he said, as he stuffed the paper into my mouth. The paper tasted like his ass crack had smelled. I was about to get much more of that taste and smell as he got up, and told me to lick the rest of his butt clean.

He got up and turned around so I was facing his butt. He bent over a bit so he crack was a bit more separated. I first licked the sides of the cheeks, it was mostly just lined with sweat. Then i went in for the crack. Gavin put his hand behind my head and pushed my face into the crack. It was a bit wet, but mostly there was just little chunks of shit attached to the hair. I licked off the thin layer of wet shit, and then gave hard short licks to get the chunks of the ass hair. I wasn't sure how to figure out if I was done, so i kept going until Gavin walked away.

Gavin pulled up his boxer breifs , and washed his hands. I crawled over and started to kiss his feet. But he kicked me away. I didn't know what I did wrong but just waited there for a sign of what I should do.

He continued washing his hands, looking at the mirror. "You don't just get to kiss my feet.... you have to earn it."

He walked off and I crawled following him. He went into his room and grabbed a tie. He then went to his closet. There was one mettle bar hanging across the closet with a bunch of mostly empty hangers. He pushed them aside. He then told me to stand up and face away from the closet. He stood in front of me, and bent down.

He took the thin end of the tie and tied it around my dick. He then pulled it through my legs and tied the thick end of the tie on the closet pole. I was confused... but the feeling of the tie around my dick was arousing.

He stood in front of me and took a few big steps back. "You may kiss my feet as part of your pushups.........well why are you still standing faggot, on the ground."

I started to get in push up position, but felt the tie tugging at my dick as I lowered myself. If I held myself up over the ground by straightening my arms (i.e. the up part of the pushup position) I could manage, but as I bent my arms and lowered towards the ground (i.e. the down part of the pushup position), the tie was pulling too hard on my dick. I moved a bit backwards, towards the closet. This loosened the tie just enough to I could manage a push up, without too much pressure on my dick. Gavin moved forwards and put his feet under my head.

"You can kiss them every time you come down"

"Yes master, thank you, that is so generous of you"

I started doing the pushups. I would push myself up, and once I lowered on to the ground, I would kiss his feet. It was such a weird feeling. I wanted to push myself up to alleviate some of the stress on my dick, which hurt so much in the down position. But I wanted to let myself down so I could kiss Gavin's feet.

It was a cruel and unusual way of worshiping this jock. After a while I craved the burning pain that came with the tie tugging on my dick. I wanted to stay lying on the ground, kissing Gavin's feet, but couldn't take the pain, which I loved so much. Gavin seemed to notice this, and he put his foot over my back pushing me down. He then took his other foot and moved a big step backwards.

"Come on, kiss my foot" he said. I had to shuffle forwards to reach it, the tie started to pull even more on my dick. Gavin took his foot off my back and I pushed myself up. Now the tie tugged as much in the up position, as it did before in the down position. The new down position felt like my dick would fall off. But it was worth it, worth it to worship Gavin's feet.

"What would you say if I told you to cut your dick off slave?" Asked Gavin.

"I would say that I am just a slave and I do not need a dick, I am not a man but a faggot. And faggots are just objects, without any needs."

"That would be pretty ungrateful of you faggot, I would tell you something and you would not thank me for talking to you?"

"Of course master" I corrected myself, "Of course, I would thank you for merely acknowledging my existence, it is a privilege to receive any order from you."

Gavin walked over to the closet and untied the tie, though it was still tied around my dick. He then pulled on the tie, motioning me to get on all fours. He then walked over to the washroom, with the tie in his hand as leash, leading me towards him. He started to brush his teeth. He then looked at me and motioned me to stand up. He used his free hand to open my mouth, and after finishing to brush he spit out the toothpaste into my mouth instead of the sink. He gargled some water from the sink and spit it out into my mouth as well.

Gavin pushed me back on to all fours and walked me over to his bed.

"I am too exhausted after all that walking around my apartment to go open the door for you, so you can just crash here."

"Yes master, thank you so much, I do not deserve to even sleep on the dirt that you walk on" I replied, hoping to win some good behavior points, and score sleeping on the bed or couch.

"My dick is a bit sore from watching you do those push ups so you can sleep with it in your mouth....you can even lie on my bed."

He jumped into his bed and pulled my dick leach to bring me next to him. I was lying next to him, and he pushed my head towards the middle of the bed. My legs were scrunched up at the bottom of his bed, and my head was next to his crotch. He whipped his dick out, and I inserted it in my mouth.

"Don't let it fall out of your mouth or there will be severe punishment"

I tried to say "yes" but couldn't say anything with his dick in my mouth. I started to lightly suck, but was scared of waking him up. I just lied there with the dick in my mouth, but not really sucking. I couldn't fall asleep because I was in such an uncomfortable position. I could taste the sweat from his crotch melting away, I started to get a bit bored of the taste of his dick....but there was nothing I could do.

I eventually fell asleep, but kept waking up every time he moved a bit, since his dick would pick something inside my mouth. Lying awake in his bed gave me some time to contemplate on the situation. This is what I had become, a blanket for this mans dick.

When Gavin got up that morning I had been up for two hours already. He got up without looking at me, whipping his dick out of my mouth... it hit me as it exited the mouth. Gavin brushed his teeth and got dressed without acknowledging my existence. He then left and locked the door.

He didn't say anything to me. He didn't look at me. I was just left there sitting in his apartment after having spent the night with his dick in my mouth.