Know Your Place
by KINK

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I’m not usually the nervous type. But the thought about going to boarding school made the butterflies in my stomach turn cannibalistic.

My names Jamie and I’ve just turned 17, I have green eyes and brown hair. I guess I’m your typical pretty boy type. I like to play sports to keep fit, but I’m also a nerd at heart. I’ve always done well at school and love to read as well as play sports.

My dad had got offered a better job and that meant we had to move and the only school there was a boarding school. From the brochure it looked alright, it was a mixed school with both boys and girls; it seemed more like a high school/college type of place, with a wide range of class available to choose from and thankfully no uniforms either. But it worked out better for my dad because he wouldn’t be around much with his new job, so sending me to boarding school was a blessing in disguise for him.

Although, I’ve already been at my high school here for 3 years and have made some good friends, who I’m going to miss like crazy. I was really starting to like my high school too. There were some hot jocks in my classes who weren’t the brightest guys in the world, but man did they know how to look after their bodies. I especially loved to watch them in the locker rooms when we had gym class. There was this one dude, 6ft something, big muscular build with size 13 feet to balance that titan physique of his. His sports locker was beside mine and he wasn’t the shy type, he would just strip down to his birthday suit when he got changed and didn’t bother using a towel to cover himself up, he just let it all hang out. It was sure damn hard to try and not stare at his big dick flopping beside me, but it wasn’t his dick that my gaze kept fixating on. I was obsessed with his feet, their size and even their smell.

And boy did his feet stink when he kicked off his sneaks, it even gave me a boner. I always seemed to stare at guy’s feet, I don’t know why, but it’s the first thing I always look at when I check out guys. I’ve always known I’ve liked guys more than girls, but I’m not out as gay yet. I guess I’m worried about people might think of me. For a start I doubt I’d be able to get away with perving on the jocks in the locker room if I was, I guess being a closet homo has its perks.


First day at boarding school.
The atmosphere seemed friendly enough when I arrived, I was even assigned a helper.
“Hi you must be Jamie, I’m Tag.” He said as he extended his hand, inviting me to shake it. I clocked his feet, they looked like a size 7 or maybe a small 8. Tag was slim with blonde hair and blue eyes, he seemed nice enough.

“Quite a place you got here.” I said as I politely shook his hand.

“Yeah, the history about this place is interesting. It used to be a Monastery and then a Military school.” Tag explained. I found it pretty interesting.

As he kept talking I noticed some guys walking down the hall towards us. The first thing I noticed was that they all had big feet and the wooden floor seemed to echo with each step they took.

“Hey Fag,” one of the guys taunted Tag, looking down at him with a superior smirk on his face. Unfortunately for Tag he wasn’t very tall, even I was taller than him.

“My names Tag,” Tag said sheepishly, his body language had altered completely in the presence of the guys and he looked at the floor as he spoke. I felt bad for him, I had never been a target for bullies before, mainly because I was tall, good looking and played sports. But Tag, he was an easy target.

“Who gave you permission to speak, faggot?” One of the other guys sneered down at Tag. He was slightly taller and more muscled from the rest, I guess he was their leader. There were 5 guys in total, all muscled, tall and very sure of themselves. They didn’t seem to even notice my presence, as they tormented Tag.

“Sorry,” Tag spoke with his eyes locked onto the surrounding guys’ feet.

“Sorry what?” The leader spat, towering menacingly over poor Tag.

“Sorry, Sir.” Tag weakly corrected himself.

“Good Fag,” The leader smirked. He then stepped closer into tag and said. “Keep those eyes down at my feet boy, that’s where inferior faggots like you belong.”

The guys all chuckled and smirked with delight at their power and dominance over poor Tag, it didn’t seem fair though, Tag was half their size.

“Give it a rest guys, leave him alone he is half your size.” I spoke out casually, defending Tag. He didn’t deserve to be treated like that, poor guy.

They all turned and glared at me at the same time, like a pack of wolves locking onto their next victim. The leader sized me up with his eyes, looking me up and down.

“You aren’t from around here are you?” The leader asked me, with a curious expression.

“No, I just transferred here,” I began, “and my friend ‘Tag’ here, was giving me the tour. So if you boy’s don’t mind, I’d like my friend back please.” I said in a firm yet polite tone towards the leader, keeping eye contact with him at all times. The other guys continued to glare at me in disgust.

The leader cracked a smile, although a sinister one, and then said. “Well, since you said please.”

Tag awkwardly moved towards me, but as he did the leader tripped Tag, causing him to fall face first onto the hard wood floor. The Leader then stepped forward onto Tags flat back, roughly treading on Tag’s weak, squirming body. Tag let out a grunt as the air was crushed out of his lungs. The leader proceeded to walk past me and the other 4 guys sniggered as they trampled Tag, following their leader’s example.

After they had gone, I crouched down to help Tag up. “Is everyone this friendly here?”
“You shouldn’t have said anything.” Tag frowned. His cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment. I had a sudden thought of regret; maybe if I hadn’t interfered he wouldn’t have gotten used as a human doormat.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to help you out that’s all.” I said brushing off the dusty boot prints from the back of his shirt. He also had a small cut on his chin, a lucky escape from what could have ended worse.

“Thanks… I guess.” He smiled weakly.

“Who are those guys anyway?” I asked.

“You had jocks at your last school right?” Tag began. I nodded in reply.

“Well these guys are worse. They aren’t your typical dumb jock types; they are rich, come from powerful families and are very smart.” Tag continued to explain. “Troy is their leader, Duncan, Kyle, Richard and Perry are his followers. They call themselves the Master breeders.”

“They seem like complete dicks to me.” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, they are.” Tag smiled, “But don’t tell them I said that.” He quickly added.

As Tag lead me through the school we talked some more, he asked me about myself and what I liked to do. He wasn’t surprised that I played sports, or the fact that I was a big nerd. He mostly couldn’t understand why I had stuck up for him, or why I was even talking to him. Apparently guys like me aren’t friends with guys like him.

After we finished at the enrolment office, he took me to the dormitories to show me where my room was and tried to give me tips on how not to get lost. This place was certainly a maze, lord knows how I will find my classes.

“Wow, there are a lot of rooms here.” I said as we walked the long, dorm corridors.

“Yeah, the rooms are a good size too. We are pretty lucky, here are.” Tag said as we approached the door, room number 69.

“Oh no…” Tag suddenly paused.

Before I could ask what was wrong the door opened and there he stood.

“Well well,” Troy smirked, glaring at Tag before fixing his eyes on me. “I guess we’re going to be roomies.” I just stared back at him, poor Tag however submissively lowered his eyes to the floor again.

“Oh goodie.” I replied sarcastically.

“I better go, your bags are already inside.” Tag said weakly and walked away.

I walked past Troy, who was still glaring at me, and checked out the room.

It was a nice size for a two person dorm room. Thankfully the room’s layout was split so we both had our own space on opposite sides of the room, including closet space. I didn’t see a bathroom though.

“I’m Jamie by the way. Troy is it?” I thought opening a conversation might break the ice. Troy raised his eye brow and smirked as he walked towards me.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are.” Troy said smugly as he walked towards his bed. I guess he wasn’t the sociable type.

I began to put my stuff away and tried to settle as best as I could as my lovely roommate and I remained in silence.

I thought I’d try and read my book as Troy lay on his bed watching TV. He pulled off his boots to get more comfortable and the strong musky smell filled the room. The smell caught my attention so much that I kept staring at his socked feet in a trance. Watching him peel off his wet sweat soaked socks and discarding them on the floor. I spent most of the evening watching his toes wiggle. I really hoped he didn’t notice.


Day 2
The following morning felt alien to me, I found out where the bathroom was, it was way at the end of hall, and it was a communal bathroom and shower. The shower room did have individual cubicles though, complete with shower curtain. It was going to take some getting used to.

Tag was nice enough to help me find my classes so I wouldn’t be late to them, we even had a few classes together, including gym.

The coach seemed just as smug as Troy and his followers, the coach would pamper to the jocks needs making sure they were treated as Superiors and the inferior boys in the gym class had to slave after them, getting their balls or even being used as a target for soccer practice. I was even given a boy to collect my ball during the practise; he seemed more than grateful with my kind friendly manner. Though the others treated them like scum, ordering them around and threatening them if they didn’t obey. The coach even scolded them for not doing as their jock Masters told them. One poor boy got tackled and got the wind knocked out of him, as he squirmed on his back Kyle casually slammed the heel of his cleat onto the boys crotch. The boy cried out in pain, but the coach didn’t bat an eyelid. The jocks however found his abuse amusing and praised him for it.

After gym class, we were in the locker room changing to hit the showers. The jocks all stuck together dominating the room as the other boys tried to change quickly to avoid any torment. Tag sadly wasn’t so lucky.

“What’s the hurry Fag?” Troy taunted as he blocked Tag’s escape. Tag’s face went pale and his body trembled as he slowly backed up.

The jocks were all still in their gym gear and wearing their muddy cleats.

“Well, Fag? Your Master asked you a question!” Troy spat at Tag. I stood up, I couldn’t let tag be subjected to more abuse, but Kyle stood in my way.

Tag stuttered from fear and couldn’t give a clear answer. Troy then slapped him hard in the face with the back of his hand, knocking tag to the ground.
“Answer me, faggot.” Troy sneered harshly down at him.

Tag held his now red sore face as he knelt before Troy. “Sorry Sir, please Sir I’ll do anything you say Sir.” Tag began to sob at Troy’s cleated feet.

“And why is that faggot? Tell your friend here, I don’t think he understands.” Troy said turning to me with a smug expression.

“Because I’m a pathetic faggot, Master and I will always be inferior to straight men like you Sir.” Tag snivelled.

The jocks all laughed at Tag’s humiliation.

“Kiss my cleats.” Troy said towering over Tag like a giant. Tag didn’t think twice and did as he was told, lowering his head and lips, kissing each cleat on the top once. The other jocks all sniggered and grinned wide eyed in delight at their power.

But Troy didn’t look happy, he roughly stepped his cleat down onto the back of tags neck, pressing Tag’s face to the dirty cold tiled floor.

“You ungrateful little fuck!” Troy sneered harshly, looking down on Tag like he was a piece of shit compared to him. “I didn’t hear you say ‘Yes Master or Thank you Master’ it’s an honour to be allowed to kiss my cleats faggot!” Troy spat as he ground his cleat further into the back of Tags neck.

Tag cried out in pain and squirmed as his body was now lying flat on the ground, Tag put his hands on Troy’s cleat to try and squirm free, but this only angered Troy.
“Get your dirty, little, faggot paw off my foot before I stomp the fuck outta your worthless face and you know what I’ll do after? I’ll make you lick your blood off the bottom of my cleat.” Troy said in a stern serious tone.

Tag quickly removed his hand and whimpered in pain under Troy’s firmly pressed cleat.
“Good Fag.” Troy smirked and gently released some of the pressure on Tag’s neck, but still rested his cleat in place.

I scowled at Troy breathing angrily as I watched.

“What’s wrong Jamie? Don’t you like it when I hurt your ‘friend’?” Troy mocked. The surrounding jocks all looked at me with sinister grins, awaiting my reply.

I clenched my fists, I wanted to smack that smirk right off his face.

“Or are you just jealous that I’m hogging your dog here?” Troy commented snidely. “Where are my manners?” Troy then said as he released his cleated foot off tag’s neck. Troy looked down on Tag and said, “Crawl to Jamie and kiss his feet.”

Tag sluggishly crawled towards me, but I couldn’t let him do that.

“No,” I simply said. Stepping away from Tag’s approaching lips.

Troy and the others all glared at me, I wanted to pick Tag up and leave but my legs wouldn’t move. There was something about Troy’s eyes that kept me there.
Troy shot me a one-sided smirk. “I knew it.” he said.

Shit, did he know I’m gay? My heart began to race.

Troy stepped closer, kicking Tag to the side.

“You’re a faggot, aren’t you?” Troy sneered in my face. His warm breath only helped the blood flush my cheeks with unease.

“No,” I said awkwardly, my voice trembled. I could feel my strength depleting. What was wrong with me?

“Oh really? Then why were you perving on my feet last night, huh?” Troy asked smugly.
“I… err…” I felt trapped. He had noticed, I had been caught and I didn’t know what to say. Troy laughed in my face, delighted in my sudden defeated expression.
The other jocks all sniggered, looking at me in disgust. Kyle had planted his foot on Tag to keep him in his place.

“I asked you a question, boy.” Troy’s face fell serious. He suddenly punched me in the stomach, winding me. I winced and held my stomach, but I stood strong, or tried to at least.


“Are you disrespecting me, faggot?” Troy said, smacking my face with the back of his hand. It hurt like hell and I didn’t answer him, I just looked at him in the eyes.

Vexation ruled Troy’s face and he raised his cleat and kicked me in the stomach with such force that I fell backwards hitting the tiled floor hard. I heard the sound of his cleats clap their way towards me before I saw his shadow darkened my vision. I then felt his studded cleat press down on my throat.

“This is where pathetic, inferior piece of shit fags belong. Under the foot of their Superior, do you understand, faggot?” Troy sneered aggressively down at me as he stood victorious above me.

“Yes Master.” I said weakly.

I don’t know which disturbed me more? The fact that the smell of his sweaty, dirty cleat and socks gave me a boner or the fact that I just called him Master.
Troy seemed pleased by my response, as he smirked down at me, smug and proud of his position.

“Hey Troy, I think he likes being under your foot.” Perry, one of his followers said as he noticed my bulging underwear. Damn I forgot I was in my underwear.

Troy grinned, “Hey guys, you wanna practise your ball skills?” Troy teased, but unfortunately for me he wasn’t kidding.

“Hells yeah,” Perry grinned as he stepped closer. Troy firmly wedged his cleat onto my throat making sure I wouldn’t dare to move or he’d crush my windpipe. Suddenly, Perry pulled his boot back and kicked his toe right into my balls, I cried out in pain. The jocks all laughed and found their new game hilarious; Troy took pleasure in looking down at me watching me grimace in pain, being completely powerless under his tread.

After all the jocks had taken turns in abusing my balls, Troy then decided I should show him some respect. He sat down on a bench and made me crawl to his feet.

“Good dog, now lay down like a good boy on your back.” Troy taunted me, the sad thing is I enjoyed it. I did as I was told and laid down before him. He lifted his cleat and placed it on my mouth, looking down at me as he watched.

“Kiss it, fag.” He then ordered. I instantly obeyed. He placed his other cleat onto my bulge trapping my hard contained dick between the studs.

“Lick it,” He then ordered. I again obeyed, licking the bottom of his dirty cleat, wincing at the taste of the mud and whatever the help was on that field. The other jocks all watched, praising Troy.

Troy then used my face as a shoe horn to release his ripe, rank, socked foot. The smell was intense, it was amazing. A mixture of stale and fresh sweaty intoxicating the air and the heat from is foot radiated towards my face. I wanted his smelly, wet socked foot on my face so bad that I even lifted my head slightly towards his foot that now hovered over my face. Troy watched me as he rubbed his socked foot over my face, making me inhale and taste his stink.

“Good boy, that’s it taste it, smell it, this is where you belong faggot.” Troy smirked down at me, his eyes and face were soft now, he seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. He used my crotch as a shoe horn to release his other foot and rubbed my aching bulge. I didn’t want this to end, I wanted to taste his feet too, I wanted to lick in-between his toes and smell them for hours as I buried my noise between them.

“That’s some fucked up fag shit, look at him groaning at the stink of your feet like a pussy.” Perry said in disgust as he towered over me. Troy’s feet felt heavy on my suddenly as he turned rough.

He stood up and slammed his socked foot down onto my dick, stomping it hard. I cried out in pain as I looked up at his now cold harsh face with pleading eyes.

“Let’s teach this faggot a lesson.” Troy sneered looking at his followers Duncan, Richard and Perry. Kyle was busy making Tag lick his cleats clean.

“Grab him.” Troy commanded to his followers, They pulled me up and dragged me towards the shower. The locker room’s shower was all open with a stone bench in the centre, unlike the dormitory communal shower. They lifted me up and hung me over the bench holding my head and arms in place sliding me down further so my ass was in the air. I knew what was coming next, but I didn’t try and fight it.

“Do it Troy, teach this fag what it’s like to be fucked by a real man.” One of the boys yelled.

“Hold him down tight. Kyle bring his little faggot friend in here too, we can have a group session on respecting your Superiors.” I heard troy command.
Tag whimpered and cried as Kyle and a few jocks dragged tag by his legs into the shower, lifting him and planting him next to me with more jocks holding him into position.
I heard zipping sounds and the drop of clothes hitting the floor. Next I felt Troy kick my legs further apart and the sound of him spitting into his hands. He ripped my underwear off roughly and spread my cheeks as he guided his hard dick into my tight hole. I winced and cringed in pain, I hadn’t had anal before and my hole kept tensing each time he slid in further. Troy didn’t seem to care though whenever he felt resistance he just forced it in hard. When he was balls deep, he gripped my thin t-shirt that was now all that clothed my degraded body, I could even feel the muscles in his dick tense inside me. The jocks all laughed and taunted me as troy began to roughly fuck my ass. Pounding my virgin hole against the cold, hard, stone bench. The jocks took pleasure in my whimpish cries as I endured the pain.

I felt a sudden burning sensation as he slid out of me, I felt a hot liquid spray onto my ass and lower back, the boys released me and I crashed down onto the stone floor at Troy’s feet, covered in his cum.

He grabbed me by the hair and forced my head up. “Now it’s you turn to watch your little fag friend get fucked like a pathetic mutt.”

Kyle smirked with pride as he forced himself into Tag’s hole, aggressively fucking his hole like he was just a piece of meat. Kyle didn’t seem to last as long as Troy and soon he pulled out shot his load all over tags back, as Tag was released he landed on his knees and turned weakly to Kyle. Kyle simply took hold of his hair and wiped his dripping cock all over Tag’s face.

“Taste it fag, that’s the best meal you’ll be getting in a long time.” Kyle taunted. Troy smirked, he seemed pleased with Kyle’s attitude. Troy then pushed me next to Tag. Tag and I both sat defeated and weak.

“How about we clean then up guys?” Troy asked the jocks with a sinister grin. Before I had a chance to catch my breath all the jocks had surround mine and Tag’s weak collapsed bodies and began to piss all over us. I was so weak that I even accidently drank some of it. I felt so low, I felt ashamed and weak. I was terrified what might happen next and how I’d coupe if others find out about this.

The jocks all got bored and then decided to hit the showers whilst we lay there. Troy stood over Tag and used his foot to make Tag look up at him.

“You pathetic, weak, piece of shit. I don’t want you anymore. You’ll be Kyle’s slave from now on, you belong to him now do you understand.” Troy dictated down to Tag.
Tag weakly nodded, just about managing to say ‘yes Sir’ to troy.

“As for you, mutt,” Troy said as he towered over me, with a smug expression. “You belong to me now. I have big plans for you.”

To be continued…