Zach:
Part 1
by Mr.
Jersey
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I
love art history.
Not just because the first semester is analyzing classical greek
nudes, but it turned out to more fun than I would think of. Well,
there's this kid I haven't really known on a person-to-person basis
beforehand, his name's Zach.
When class had begun in September, it was Zach's senior year, my
sophomore year. I love history, and I love art, im decently smart
so I was the first one to shout out a lot of the answers, however
I wasn't the only one. Zach on the other hand has a pretty large
brain on his little shoulders. He carries worldly knowledge from
his interests in literature, history, art, and philosophy. He really
was a bright child, probably more than anyone in the class. So he
also knew all the answers.
I didn't intend for a competition so I backed down for a little
bit and gave him superiority, though whenever he'd say an answer
he'd always give me a half-devilish look, as if ha, I beat you!
Once I saw those eyes flare and that malicious smirk I knew I couldn't
just stay humble. He want's a rivalry, he'll get it. The other kids
in the class (only about 6 or 7) knew of our rivalry and labeled
us conceited. I didn't want that image but nor was I strong enough
to back away from the power of his charm and seduction.
Let me describe Zach's looks: Simply put, he's pretty darn sexy.
He isn't too tall, he's only about 5"4' or 5"6' but he's
pretty broad and well shaped. He's not rocking abs but he has nice
biceps and triceps from working out those areas. His leg muscles
are profound, and he has just the right amount of hair on it that
makes you wanna bite and savor it like it's a chicken leg. He's
a perfect dirty-blonde, from his head down to the famous leg hair
(Haven't met the genital region, yet.).
He only has a size 9 to 10 shoe but it doesn't matter because his
feet are just that type that makes you go nuts. Fairly pale at the
type but nice and reddish pink once you get toward the soles, it
brings out the masculinity in his whole physique and drives me nuts.
Once in a while he'll bring his moccasins to class, without wearing
socks, and the sight of his foot flesh drives me crazy, sometime
he'll even slip his foot out of his shoe.
I never really liked Zach too much early on. He's straight, a womanizer,
and we'll known for it. Versus me, a well known out-of-the-closet
masculine gay guy who doesn't get much. I was getting over the last
relationship, which ended horribly and we never even ever became
official. Basically I loved this one dude who was so obviously gay
and cuddled with me, let me tickle his thigh, massage his feet fifty
billion times, and rub his back while cuddling, but what did he
tell me, "I'M NOT GAY!" (His freinds are stereotypical
jock assholes, hence his severe insecurity). It was my first love
experience and boy did I over-indulge in all my fantasies for that
guy, so when he called it quits he left me devestated. However despite
the anger and sorrow, I'm just to horny of a person to limit myself.
So I can't help but peek at other hunks even if all my love was
previously dedicated to one guy.
When we got back our first test of the year Zach didn't hesistate
to ask me what I got. "98." I'd reply, and he'd shout
at me "100!" and shove the paper in my face. I never took
it to be annoying, it certainly wasn't the last time. I always gave
him that sarcastic smile, like, yea wait for next test buddy. Sometimes
I would beat him by the same margian and he'd go Ha, you're winning
won't last for long, sometimes he'll end the phrase by calling me
"bitch." The weird thing is, he only cared what I got.
If another student got a 100, him a 98, me a 96, he'd only care
he beat me.
We developed a love-play hate relationshiop based of this. He owned
me at the Greece chapter because of his deep-seeded interest in
Classical philosophy. When we started the Rome chapter, our teacher
discussed how difficult being an emperor was, but yet Zach was the
one to reply "Please. I'd love to be an Emperor, I'd be the
legend of Rome." That subtle sentence was strong enough to
get me hard, haha. Traditionally I've liked the idea of being at
the bitch end of submissive sex, and having and overpowering master
bear over me and command me. When a hot guy like him were to reference
anything linked to the "master-slave" fantasy, I couldn't
help but fantasize later.
However that momentary horniness died, and I still didn't like him.
However one night about a week or so after I woke up temporarily,
I was still in a near-sleep mood, thinking deeply into my desires.
The thought of being down beneath the throne of Zach, with a crown
and Roman sandles appeared orgasmic, I gently began to stroke myself
to such wonderous ideas. Yet in the daylight it still took me time
to fully like him. Then came the day he brought to school those
moccasins. As he sat hed jump the back of his foot up and down,
revealing his "heavenly" heel. Seeing that together with
his bear, hunky leg, made me go crazy and wish to rush right under
him and kiss that heel in total submission to his awesomeness.
My problem was overstaring. I got paranoid he'd catch me because
I'd look at me dazing out, and sometimes stop, or sometimes take
his whole foot out and crunch his toes (which made me even hotter).
This whole storyline occured over the course of several months.
Several battles over who's the smartest one in the class. Several
tests I'd lost to him and beat him on. Finally came late April,
so the AP test was around the corner. Zach and I realized that if
we put our brains together in a study session we'd ace this exam.
One day after school, a day he conviently wore no socks and those
moccasins, he drove us to his place and we began to study a bit.
He didn't take his shoes of, I noticed but tried to ignore it because
I realized had he, my study session would become me admiring those
feet of gold for several hours until I'd cum in my parents just
thinking of what I could do.
He started jumping his leg and foot up and down again, and of course
I noticed. He caught me glance down off the page, I had to make
an excuse. "What shoes are they?", "Moccasins."
"Oh they look comfortable." "You wanna try em' on."
"Nah, my feet are a bit too big, and we should focus back on
studying." "Right. I'll let you try them after I beat
you on the AP exam too." "Yea we'll see who does better."
"Do you really think you can uphold me?" Zach gave me
in a sarcastic-condescending tone. "Yea, you're weaker than
you think." "Please, I'm stronger than you, intellectually,
and physically," he insisted. "Oh really?". "Yes,
I work out these babies a lot." He then pulled out his biceps,
which made me go nuts inside, they we're impressive. He continued,
"They make girls go nuts, and I guess gay guys too, haha."
"Oh please..." I responded.
At that moment he slipped his feet out of those moccasins and placed
them both on my lap, right next to my dick, if he came closer he
would've felt my growing wood. He curled his toes and rubbed his
feet around eachother. "Please, you know I'm sexy. You know
I'm better than you in everything." "Hell no." (Though
I really did know this). "Prove I'm wrong." "What
do you have in mind?" "I challenge you to a wrestling
match, whoever wins has to declare the other superior and become
their bitch till the test." "Please, don't waste my time."
"Oh you will do this, you challenged my awesomeness" he
argued. "No." "Oh yeah..." he replied. He then
stood up, put me in a headlock, and dragged me up from the chair
and onto the floor. He attacked me and we started wrestling. "Fine
asshole, if that's what you really want." "Ironic because
you're the gay guy and I'm challenging to wrestle you." We
both laughed.
After a few minutes he put me down face flat on the groun with my
hands tight behind my back, he sat on me and choked me with those
fabulous legs of lust and boy did it hurt that my instant wood rubbed
against the carpet. He held the soles of his now sweaty feet, (from
both being in his shoes all day, and the action of the wrestling)
to the sides of my head and pushed in. My head looked straight down
to avoid it but that made it worse cuz then I had two pretty soles
pushing in on my face. I couldn't move or do anything, but I attempted
to squirm. "3...2...1...I win!" Zach shouted.
He didn't let go, just let me breath a little more. "Now admit
your defeat" "Ok...ok...you win" I was really starting
to hurt. "Admit that I'm smarter than you, stronger than you,
sexier than you, and you'll agree to be my slave for the next few
weeks." I remained silent and he punched my back. "SAY
IT!" I said it and he pushed his feet into my face again to
tease me, he laughed as he flexed his tose against my cheeks and
nose. "Tell me, what does the gay guy have to say about my
lovely feet."
"We'll what do you wan't me to say?" "I don't really
know, you just better hope you like 'em because your going to be
kissing them a lot from now." "That wasn't part of the
deal." "THAT REMINDS ME!" He shouted. He leaned to
the side and picked up a piece of paper, it was a contract. It read
how upon my signature I would consent to total enslavement by him
given that I lost the fight and how he was better than me yada yada
yada...but then it read "Clause 6: Slave is required to do
absolutely anything demanded by the master, this includes but is
not limited to: chores, massages, forms of admiration and worship,
being a footstool, and kissing the feet of the master." "See
that buddy, in print, you lost so you have to sign it." He
gave me a pen. I grred and reluctantly signed the treaty that ended
my existance as a human, and made me a slave beneath the control
of my master.
I was extremely turned on. "Go ahead, show your respect for
me, kiss 'em." I remained silent and reactionless. He choked
me with his hands and I gave in, and planted a wet kiss on his big
toe. "Thatta boy, but I didn't tell you to stop, you have a
lotta respect to show after a year's worth of rivalry." I didn't
fight this time. I kissed the three biggest toes and he moved his
foot up so I could reach his sole, I kissed down and he moved his
foot up again and pointed to his heel where I kissed again. "This
feels good buddy. Gay guys have talent."
This wasn't going to end. He still sat on me and moved in so that
his ballsack was right above my head. I kept kissing his feet until
he told me stop and turn around. I slowly rolled from on my stomach
to on my back, as he raised a little to allow me to do so. I found
myself beneath the power of his figure, and his package. "Smell
that." He took my head and pushed it in toward his ball sack
as he lowered his pants and revealed his boxers.
They smelled heavenly, I can't describe it, just so masculine and
dominating, between this and the foot-kissing he had eaten my entire
soul, to be used at his will. I smelled it liberatingly and he laughed.
"I knew you always thought I was sexy. Now that you sniffed
my feet and my balls you are officially mine. My property. My slave.
My toy. My subordinate, and I rule you with an iron fist, I am your
god. Shall you attempt retaliation, you will be in severe consequence,
which you don't want right." I continued sniffing his balls
and nodded no, a smile on my face grew and he knew I was in pleasure.
"These can be all yours if your a good boy.
If not you don't get to admire my goods." "Yes master."
I replied with joy. At that moment he took out his dick, with a
7-inch boner and fed it to me slowly. My tongue licked underneath
and around slowly and he began to moan but quickly took it out and
put it away. My face turned from orgasm to devestation. He silenced
my lips with his finger. "It is too early, you have to work
for your reward, but I just hope you knoew what it tastes like."
Boy it tasted good, I didn't mind my slavery, all I wanted was him.
"Please master what must I do now for my reward! I'll do anything
sir, please I just want to admire you like the god you are!"
I sounded pathetic, he laughed but loved it. He took his moccasin,
and shoved the opening to my nose, "smell!". I rolled
over in attempt to fight. It smelled so good but I didn't wanna
let him know about my foot fetish. He chased my action and when
I'd already turned over, titled inward and grabbed my shoulder and
hit my neck with the shoe, it hurt. "THIS IS NOT GETTING YOU
YOUR REWARD!" "I'm sorry master but It smells." "Fine
you asked for it." "What?" I asked as my face was
still to the ground. He took his left foot and put his toes to my
mouth and said "Open up!" I did so and he clawed into
my mouth. "Suck on them like you did my cock!" I did so.
I rolled my tongue around the toes I had in mouth swirled it around
and got the sweat flavor off of the bottom of his "royal"
soles. I licked in between the toes as he just moaned. He planted
his other foot over my neck and head with strength from his leg.
"Keep sucking, what a great job" he instructed. He moved
his foot up and down my neck, rubbing it. He then got a hold of
his leg with the foot in my mouth, took his toes out and placed
his sole against my lips. "Lick!" he commanded and instantly
he witnessed my tongue dragging along his flavorful soles, and he
knew I loved it once he took my other hand and held my boner, gently
stroking.
He then used his inactive foot to choke me, and moved his leg and
ankle along my tongue. "Lick these legs of gold, make the angle
feel welcome." I couldn't do his whole leg because my head
was in place, I just rotated and extended my tongue as much as I
can. I sucked that angle. The smell of the day-long sweat still
bleeded through my nostrils. Eventually I just stopped my tongue
for a second and put pressure on his leg as I dragged it around
his heel and ankle. He really liked that and began rubbing my head.
"Good dog!" I couldn't speak back.
He removed his leg from my mouth and choked me with both as he us
around, my back to the the floor, he dragged us against his sofa
where he rested his back and then put his right heel on top of my
mouth. "Suck!" I sucked his sole and licked the bottom
in circles over and over. He began to stroke himself, but made sure
he wouldn't come. He took they other foot and rubbed my chest with
it, making me more horny.
Than he moved the toes of that foot just over my nose, while keeping
his heel over my mouth. Boy did he love this, as did I. The smell
was so fantastic and his toes tasted like a gourmet meal. He then
began reciting what seemed to be the motto of my slavery to him,
"I'm am your alpha and omega, I am your everything. I am the
only thing you care about and live for. You serve and please me
ONLY. You are mine, now and forever, because I am superior to you
in all ways." I just kept sucking, and did so faster in acknowledgement.
He laughed.
I kept worshipping his feet for another good hour and a half. He'd
flip me over again and try different positions, but he was never
lazy, he always controlled his body to go in and out of my mouth.
He eventually sat on my stomach as I lay face up, he planted both
feet on my face and instructed me this time to "worship"
as he smushed his feet all over my face. I'd sniff, lick and suck
in all locations and different orders. I'd let his red soles be
serviced by my tongue and suck each toe for minutes at a time.
It was 7:30 and his cell phone rang, his parents said they wouldn't
be home tonight. He made me call my folks and tell them I was sleeping
over.
"We're gonna have a lot more fun tonight" he said. I just
kept licking as I rubbed his feet on my face. At 9:15 he got up
and trampled me for a minute while I licked and he got off "Good
job for now slave." "Thank you, do I get a reward?"
"Oh how could I forget." He told me to get on the sofa
and lean my head. He sat over me and fed me his thriving cock, I
sucked him off, licking all around and getting as far down as I
could. He shot six rounds of his load and he proudly swallowed.
He patted my head and told me he was going to go finish homework,
eat and shower.
I should get his bath ready upstairs and his bedroom. "You're
gonna love tonight slave."
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