Zach: Part 2
by Mr. Jersey

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So we finished up the last part by explaining how my inner fantasies came true, and it was the mercy of my overbearing rival who'd been seeking to dominate me and declare victory in our race to be superior. Since his parents weren't coming home, it was the perfect day for him to force me to sleep over.

Now that I've lost the wrestling match and have to be his slave for the next few weeks, by performing laborous, tender and sexual acts to his manhood, feet, and elsewhere he desires, my life has transformed from an average one to an orgasmic one. I can't really go on talking about how hot it really is before explaining how hot he really is. Zach is a senior, recently turning 18, fully licensed, a legal adult. He's not that tall, only between 5 foot three and 5 foot five, I believe I estimated before. However it really didn't matter because everything else about him was so unbelievably lustful. He had a nice composition, he worked out a lot and formed nice biceps, no real abs but I'd still love to lay my head on his stomach. His manhood is a full seven inches for a man his height, pretty impresive if I say so myself, and boy does it smell nice. He has the nicest ass, it's not flat it's fairly rounded and fun to grab.

I can only imagine how awesome it'll be later on. He has thick, masculine thighs and man-legs with just the right amount of hair, he's blonde by the way. He probably has only a size 9-10 foot but it doesn't matter because they easily sweat and smell, and boy to they smell and taste like pure god. They're white/tan at the top and pinkish/red around the soles, and he wears these moccasins all day without socks, so all the heat builds up and theres a pool of seducing odor waiting to be admired.

Personality wise, he's incredibly bright, the smartest in my AP class and competes with me for that title even though he wins because he has a wider-range of knowledge than I do. He loves his philosophy and history and can recite many quotes and events from major figures and eras. His sophistication also turns me on because I feel more like I'm worshipping someone truly god-like, not just in looks, but in virtue.

Further going on from a bit earlier, we wrestled, and the loser, has to be the other one's slave until the AP test. I obviously lost to his strength and by no time he made me kiss and deliver pleasure to the soles that allow him to walk upon this earth that he rules. If I had a crown and throne in my disposal I would certainly place him with them properly, and myself under his two feet until I die from suffocation of this divine stink. After worshiping master I was instructed to prepare his shower while he eats and does homework.

It's late, around 9:00 and he comes upstairs to the bathroom as I await his presence eagerly on the bathroom floor. I open the door and place myself on the floor as he enters. He is bare naked, his dick, with a semi-hard is dangling from his body as he stands hands on hips over me looking down on me with strict control and force. My head is right at his feet and he gives me some sort of nod and I immediately go down to kiss both of my masters feet. He then walks in, turns on the shower, and begins to wash leaving the curtain open to allow me to have such a view. "Lock the door." He demanded. I did so. He began to sit down, he rinsed off the soap from his body and let the water run as his feet dangle from the side of the tub. He crunches his toes at me and gives me a seductive stare, like he'd do when he telepathically threatens to beat me at every test in class. I crawl to him. "Strip." I do so, all of my clothes, and he strokes himself. "Not bad. Not but good either. This is why you're a slave, now lick!" He demanded.

I slowly and gentfully put out my tongue and swiped up the sole of his left foot around around his middle toe. I lick in between the toe, jabbing my tongue in and out to capture most of the flavor. It tastes salty and vinegary, like man. And it smells like the scent of a powerful man. "Other foot too." I do the same with the other foot and push my tongue onto all the toes and gaps between the toes. As my tongue scrapes against his skin he moans in pleasure as he touches himself faster. "Lick faster!" I do so, up and down, up and down, up and down. I suck on his heel then for a few seconds and that does him in. I go up and suck on each toe for a few seconds each.

I can here the sounds of his pleasure. He leans foward, grabs my head, and throws my head into the bath to his hard-cock. "Suck until I say stop." I did just that, I licked around the tenderness of his foreskin and the top of his penis. I push up and down the shaft and close my lips around his organs. I then take it out, hold it in my hand and smell it's aroma before putting it in my mouth while giving him a hand job. He came and I sucked for another minute to get the last bit. He then shut off the water, got out and dried off, and told me to go into is bedroom.

Only a few minutes later he walks into his room, pulls out a book and sits at the desk. He informs me he needs to study for a calculus exam tomorrow. Him, now with thick black and white angle socks, boxers, and a white t-shirt, commands me to lay underneath his chair, my face under his feet. I position myself just so and he puts those sock on my face, they we're dirty. "That's three days right there, some running, some lifting, some walking around school and home, some driving, some of everything all for you to enjoy." "Yes sir, they smell great." "That's my boy." I was his boy now, his slave, but apprentice, there was a sentimental ownership, not just filthy slavery. "Sir," I asked him, my words limited by the pressure of his feet on my face. "Yes slave?" "Could you ever teach me how to be as sexy and godly as you are?" "I don't know, I don't think anyone you'll ever meet could ever meet to my perfection" "This is true" I concurred. "I can make you something useful, but that doesn't mean your released from your slavery either, I think you should always be my slave, how about that?" He says as I smell the musky dirt from his socks. "I might like that." "I think you'd love that." "Yes, I love your feet sir." "Good. Now lick my socks up and down, just want that slight damp feeling on my feet." I did so.

The fabric of his sock doesn't taste as good as his bare soles but the musky scent and dirt-coating gave it it's unique variation. The seduction I felt was amazing, and I could tell the powerfulness he felt was amazing. He took his hands off his textbook and leaned back against the chair, arms behind head, as he pushed his feet and legs harder into my face. I licked harder, dragging my tongue a lot more, and kissed to show my absolute loyalty and devotion. "I appreciate your proper acknowledgement of my superiority" "How could I not with your grandiose body and sophistication?" "Good point. No girl would ever do this for me though, I plan on keeping you through any relationship I'll have in the future, it'll be our little secret, right?" I was pre-occupied with licking his socks. "....right?" "Right!" "Perfect. Now suck on them." He pried my mouth open with his sock toes and I swished my lips around his fabric, finding a rip in the sock and shoving my tongue in it, he liked that, like a lot, he pushed his foot harder into me.

"O.k. Buddy, take my socks off. My bare feet need more worship." "more?" "were you challenging me," "no." "you better not be. There are plenty of other gays who would kill to be at my feet." "I'm sorry." I slowly took his sock off, kissing and gently licking each inch of revealed skin as I peeled it off, once one came off I'd hold that foot in my hand and give a big kiss to each of his toes to show loyalty. "Thatta boy" he acknowledged again. Once both off, I placed both soles on my face and went on a licking frenzy. My tongue must've covered 80% of the foot within 3 seconds. He loved that and moaned. He began to play music from his iTunes and tap his foot to the beat of the song. It was a very soft and quiet song, "what song is this" "don't worry, it's meant to keep you from being distracted from my feet and toes" "yes sir." I kissed his foot each time it came down, he stopped eventually and I rubbed each foot holding it too my nose to smell the muskiness of his true masculinity. I licked the tops of his feet to the bottom of his legs and that tickled him and made him flinch in ecstasy. Sucking those bare toes again officially got him off his seat, he sat on his bedside and shove his masterful stinkers in the direction of my nose. I'd follow up with a dedicated service and fully absorb any flavor left in his sweat-ridden feet. Finally as he went to bed, he instructed me to be within the covers. I was to go down and lick his feet to help him get to sleep, afterwards I'd take his cock and blow him, and should keep his dick or toes in my mouth for the morning. I went down toward his feet, licking and kissing his man-legs on the route. There I found the stinkers smelling up the air under the covers as I kiss his soles like they were the last ones on earth. I just kissed, up and down, sole, heel, toe, top, ankle, for at least 15 minutes before he told me to worship. And just like before, I worshipped that god like he deserved until he instructed me to return to his level. He gave me a 5-minute long passionate tongue kiss, which made the night perfect. "You are the most perfect slave." "You're one hunk of a master." "You're one hot fucking slave, you know how to worship me." "It's hard not to worship a man like you, I'll do this everyday." "Good you better, you remember how I told you to finish off the night." "Yea"

I went down and gave his feet one last toe-sucking, sucking out all whats left of the gentle stink and smelling extra hard to check for missed spots, and licking any findings for minutes at a time. I gave more passionate kisses and went midway up to his genitals, I smelled and carressed his ballsack and kissed it's hair and manliness. He looked at me with a gaze and put both feet over my back and shoulders as I stay there kissing his balls. I then consumed his 7-inch, he turned me over to the side, and I just twirled my tongue up and around over and over, and just sucked, and sucked, and sucked, even after he finally came and fell asleep. I may or may not have supposed to do this, but I didn't fall to sleep next to him, I went back to licking his feet again until I fell asleep with my tongue inbetween his toes and my nose at his gorgeous soles.

I'll be honest I love my master. We woke up in the morning and decided to take the day off, it was Friday. He stayed in bed and I just rubbed his bare stomach as he smiled at me. I then went in to a new frontier, I licked and slurped his niples and stomach, as if something were to come out. He put his hands behind his head, armpits out, closed his eyes and smiled to the lapping of my tongue against his nipples. I smelled and kissed his chest and licked up the middle, as he moaned. I kept kissing for some time, he peaked open his eye at me. "Am I your new best-friend? Because, you're certainly mine." I just didn't answer, my response was a quick kiss to his lips and then moving to lick his armpits. I've heard about it from other people, it didn't taste too great but I did it to see my man feel loved. He then took his arm around me and choked me until I was thrown face-up on his stomach. He rubbed my stomach with his manly hands and kissed my neck. "I'm not going to school." "Me, neither."

We continued to flirt and I'd still perform my duties. I made him pasta for lunch and as he ate at the recliner, he put his socked feet up and I would be there smelling and kissing his toes. One by one I'd kiss and then tell him how great he is, one after another. He stopped watching the T.V. and just watched and smiled at me, I think he was honestly beginning to like me.

When the weekend ended, come art history class, he gave me and even more seductive stare than usual. We got our tests back from last week and he beat me 100-98 again. He shoved it in my face but this time whispered something to my ear, "Just for this you have to pay your genius master some respects after school today." I got excited and he drove us to his house, instead of leaving the car he leaned against the inside of his door and stretched his legs and feet across to the other door over my legs. I pulled off those moccasins and rubbed the bottoms of his hot and sweaty feet. I went it to smell it and he pused my face against the door but said nothing. I just started to lick and he smiled. I lapped really fast and picked up drops of sweat from his red soles. I kissed and sucked each toe individually and then kissed the little hairs on the tops of his toes. I rubbed and massaged and gave his feet even more attention then usual. From what were hard, sweat-damped feet became comfortably soft, saliva-damped feet after an hour. Then he got out of the car and opened the door to his house.

I followed him in and he gave me the T.V. remote and told to relax on the couch while he goes to the bathroom. When he came back, he plopped on the couch next to me, put his arm around me, leaned me in to him, grabbed my face and gave me one long giant kiss on the cheek. "I love you." He said honestly and he smiled shyly. He then threw his legs over mine and rubbed his socked feet on my jeans. I started to rub his leg on his jeans and grab him with my other hand and we made out for a long ten minutes. He told me he had some inner thing for me year-long but never fully understood it till recently. He told me nothing makes him happier than when I'm in his presence and worshipping him. "That's easy" I replied. "I'm glad" he smiled. He then bent his leg and rubbed his foot on my dick. I leaned back against the couch in a grin and closed my eyes and he bent in for a longer kiss.

We don't tell people that we call each boyfriends, he want's to take his time telling people he's bi, but we're always together. At home, playing video games, TV, or other sorts of "fun", or outdoors holding hands in the park, kissing on the bench, or going to the stadium to watch a sports game together. He pays for me at restaurants and gets me really expensive gifts that make me feel bad I won't be able to return. He tells me my sex-slavery is a good enough way to give back. It's nice because his easily sweating feet are always in need of attention after every outting, so whenever we get back from whatever we did is when our day really begins.

I lost count of how many times he's thrown me to the ground and shoved his smelly shoe in my face, or ripped off his sock and pushed his toes in my mouth for me to gloriously suck. I can't count how many times we've wrestled with me in a leg-headlock lapping at his soles until he begins to fall asleep. My life revolves around my boyfriend, and him around me, and the things we do for eachother are great and there really is energy there. It'll be dissapointing when he leaves for college soon, which is why we're having soo much "fun" multiple times a day now.