Best
Friends - Both Slaves
by soul_tickler
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1
The door opened. There was standing this man, about 40 yr old, tall
and solid build with broad shoulders. Frank had warned me not to
speek unless spoken to.
"You must be Frankie's friend", the man said. His voice
was deep. I liked that.
"Yes, sir", I responded.
"Frankie told me you're one willing foot slave. Is that true?"
"Yes, sir, I am".
"I'm pleased to know".
That was all the conversation we had. He didn't even ask my name.
He just leaned back to the sofa, us standing there, and stretched
out his legs on the coffee table. I couldn't help but stare at his
shoes. Then he snapped his fingers and Frank sank to the ground.
"Right shoe", the man ordered.
Frank crawled to the coffee table and started kissing the man's
right shoe. I mean respectful, worshipful kisses. The scene caught
me a bit off guard. Soon Frank was licking the top and sides. I
wondered if I was supposed to follow.
"You know how it is with leather shoes. You have to clean them
thoroughly every once in a while to prevent stains, and also lightly
polish them before and after use so they can last." What was
he talking about? I had this fog in my head and couldn't concetrate,
until he snapped his fingers once more. I crawled to his left foot
in no time.
Ordered to pull the shoe off, I untied the laces, wrapped my hand
around his heel and his black sheer socked foot slide out. The smell
of leather coming out was amazing. I couldn’t resist and took
a big sniff. The man smiled.
"The sock too", he said.
From the round heel to the curve of the sole, to that little bit
of roughness around the edge, his foot looked perfect. Beefy. Nicely
shaped toes. No hard calluses.
"Like what you see, don't you boy?"
"Yes, sir".
"From now on, it's master", he corrected me.
"Yes, master".
"Now watch out how your friend here is going to do it. Next
time you won't be allowed to use hands". I watched as Frankie
untied the other shoe and pulled it off, along with the sock, using
just his teeth. As if he was trained to.
We kneeled there worshipping those wide feet for quite some time.
I sucked his toes, licked between them, kissed the curve of his
sole, nibbled the heel, then licked between his toes once more to
make sure that all toejam and sock fluff were removed.
"There are times one needs to escape thought. There are times
one needs to let it go. Give up control. There are times one needs
a master. When I'm around, serving me is the only thing you have
to worry about. That's why I am the master, to handle the problems.
Yours only is to keep me satisfied". His calm commanding tone
was almost hypnotizing. He kept talking.
"Leave behind anything that could distract you from my feet.
Just smell them. Just lick them. That's right. That's good. Now
lick with the whole tongue, starting from the heels up to the toes.
That's it. Nice big slurps".
Frankie and I kept licking and licking, both in a semiconscious
state, our moves almost synchronized. Master's wide soles were soon
covered in our saliva. There was no spot we hadn't licked.
"I believe we had enough", he suddenly said, leaving us
drooling for more.
He stood up and took something out of a drawer. Though I had never
actually seen one before, I recognised it was a chastity cage. Master
nodded and Frank droped his pants and underwear. Looks like Frank
was already locked in one. He hadn't mentioned it to me.
"You'll be able to piss but that's about it. No erections.
No orgasms. In time you will learn to gain sexual fulfillment though
serving me. It will become impossible for you to experience an orgasm
unless my foot is pressed against your face".
The thought of being locked inside this thing made my dick go rock
hard, whether as a form of resistance or acceptance, I couldn't
tell. I didn't like the idea, that's for sure, still, having Frankie
next to me, I felt safe about it. Ordered to strip, my boner was
now in plain view. Some ice cubes, one padlock and a final "click"
sound later, I had control over my penis no more.
Talking with Frankie on our way home, the two friends sharing our
thoughts about what had happened, we would laugh and tease each
other all the time. Giving up control for a couple of hours was
so refreshing, like taking a break from the real world. It's not
like I wanted to be one's slave 24/7.
"Sucking his big toe, I kept thinking of his dick. Have you
seen it?"
Frank had that wicked smile on his face. I was dying to know, but
he wouldn't tell. Was it big? Had he sucked it? I bet he had. I
was looking forward for my turn to come.
Returning home, I had this huge need to pee. It was then I realised,
wearing a chastity cage, I couldn't just stand and do so. In order
to, I now had to sit like a girl would. What have I put myself into?
I couldn't help but wonder. Still, deep inside I felt relieved.
I pissed like a racehorse but that wasn't it.
2
Two weeks later and still no call, I was going mad. It wasn't just
a need for release, locked in this devilish cage, unable to cum,
me how used to jerk off at least once a day. It was a fear he might
never call again, one deep fear this fantasy would end right were
it started.
When at home, I was thinking of master. When at work, I was thinking
of master. Talking to other men, it was a real strain to divert
my eyes away from their shoes up to their faces.
"Any news of him?", I kept asking Frankie.
"Nothing yet".
"Think he will ever call again?"
"Calm down, he will. It's all part of the training. He gives
us time to think of what we have submited to. Explore all these
new feelings. Makes us want him".
"Well, it's working for me".
"Same here", Frankie said. We both laughed.
That night, my phone finally rang. I got butterflies in my stomach.
It was his number. One hour later Frankie and I were at master's
house, stripped naked, lying on our backs before the armchair, his
socked feet rubbing our faces.
"Take the socks off. Remember what we said about hands".
I pushed the leg of his jeans up with my nose then gripping the
elastic top with my teeth, pulled the sock down.
"Show me how much you missed them".
That's all I needed to hear. Two weeks without release had done
their job. I licked his bare foot for all those missing cumshots.
I licked like there was no tomorrow.
What followed was kinkier than I was prepared for. On the table
there were two pairs of leather fist mitts and two leather collars.
First our hands were trapped inside these mitts. Then the collars
were put around our necks.
"Think of yourselfs as dogs. Dogs don't speak. Dogs can't see
that well. But, oh, they can sniff. Leave them alone with an old
pair of shoes or worn socks and it's like a present to them. Their
world is one of odors. It doesn't have to stink. Just the sweet
aroma of a used sock and they can tell whose foot it came from.
If it's their master's, they will know".
Now on our knees, master walked behind us. He lightly spanked our
asscheeks for a minute or two, then stuck a finger up our holes.
And another one. And a third one. He fingerfucked us until our holes
were streched enough for dogtales to be plugged.
"The problem with us humans is we don't have the perceptions
a dog has. For us it's more about seeing or hearing things and less
about smelling or tasting. So we have to block these senses to help
the others improve. But enough with the talking".
Before Frankie was this pair of white tube socks. Mine was one of
white cotton socks, the kind with the tan toe and heel. Both blindfolded,
with ear plugs on, we were left alone with the used socks.
"Com' on! Big whiffs!" I could hear master's muffled voice
through the plugs. How long I stayed like that, I cannot tell.
Then a piece of cloth covered my face. It smelled differently. When
the blindfolds were off, I realised it was his silk boxer shorts.
Master had stripped naked, his dick now hanging semi-hard. It was
big. Not too long but a thick one.
He got a firm grip in Frank's black hair and pushed him into his
crotch. Master rubbed his cock across my best friend's lips and
cheeks, smearing them with precum. I watched as he began to fuck
Frank's mouth. For about ten minutes, more and more of master's
beautiful cock was disappearing all the way down Frank's throat.
Then it was my turn. I started at the base of his penis and licked
up to the top. I dug into master's pee-hole with the tip on my tongue
and heard him moan. I liked it. I wanted him to feel good. He took
nothing by force. Just made me wanna give it to him, like a true
master.
"Good puppy". He gave me a little pat on the head.
I felt him tense up. His breathing got faster. He held my head and
stopped pumping as the first blast hit the back of my throat. He
cummed big time. My mouth now filled with his cum, I thought of
my poor cock in its tight prison.
"For being such good subjects so far, you two deserve to be
rewarded", master said as if he read my mind. Soon we had our
dicks free and throbbing. Still, with the mitts on, masturbation
was not an option.
"You have five minutes", he said.
Frankie and I looked at each other puzzled.
"What are you waiting for? I hope you don't expect me to milk
you or something. And with those mitts on, I believe your only way
of getting off is by sucking each other. So, five minutes and you're
back in chastity. Time is counting."
There was this moment of awkwardness just before lust took over.
Frankie and I were soon on our sides, in a 69 possition, giving
each other our best blows. There was no time to be wasted.
Leaving Master's house late at night, our cock cages back in place,
we didn't chat that much. Not this time. We both knew something
fundamental had happened in our relationship. From that night on,
we weren't two friends who happened to also share some sexual experiences.
We were master's slaves who also happened to be friends.
Thought I would never admit it to Frank, I would now feel jealous
whenever he spent more time at master's feet than I did or took
more cum loads down his throat. And it was obvious that master liked
to play us off against each other. Let's see which one of the two
friends is going to worship master's feet best tonight, he would
say to tease us. Both Frankie and I would then speed up licking,
master laughing at our eagerness.
There was this time we spend the night at master's. I saw master
dressed in a white t-shirt and some pajama pants for the first time,
and came to love his slippers. Leashed to the bedstead, sniffing
and licking his feet until he was asleep, Frankie and I shared a
thin pad at the foot of his bed.
"It was a secret desire of mine that we could be both slaves
to the same owner" Frank whispered to me. I now knew it was
mine too. Chewing that pair of slippers gave me the most peaceful
sleep.
3
We were playing this game. There were some pairs of socks, just
taken out of ziploc bags, and from the strength of their scent,
we had to figure out which were worn the longest. I was sniffing
one when the doorbell rang and my heart almost stopped. Master seemed
to expect it.
"Don't let me down, boys, and maybe there's a chance you will
shoot a load tonight. Now, wag your tails the way you've been tought.
Let's show our visitor some excitement, shall we?"
The door opened and this teenager walked in. Master called him Doug.
Here I was, standing naked on all fours, collared and wagging my
dog tail along with my best friend before a kid, who, though, didn't
really seem to mind. As if this was all normal to him. He asked
for a beer, then leaned back to the sofa.
When Doug pulled his shoes off and put his socked feet on the coffee
table, I knew what to expect. He wore white athletic socks. I must
admit his soles looked beautiful.
"Crawl over here and start worshipping them".
I couldn’t believe the little teenager was telling me this.
Who was this kid I now had to worship his feet? I was furious but
it had been so long since I cummed for the last time and wanted
to leave no excuses for more days to be added.
He leaned over and watched me, having that boyish grin, as I started
to rub my face on his wide socked feet.
"Socks off", he ordered taking another sip of his beer.
I did using just teeth, as I was trained to. His bare feet were
really soft, like any kid's his age. When licking them, he would
sometimes giggle and his toes curled. His tender soles seemed to
be ticklish.
"Make sure you get in between the toes too", he said wiggling
them.
Doug was much more playful than master. While sniffing in between
his toes, he would clamp my nose with his big toe and second one
saying something like "Gotcha" or "Oops, no more
sniffing for you". Though I didn't want to admit it, I was
beggining to like him. Obviously in a different way than master,
still I did.
"Look at me while you suck my toes".
He had his cell phone out. Fuck. Placing both big toes in my mouth,
he streched my cheeks so to look like I was smiling and took a shot.
He took some more. I thought of him showing these pictures to his
friends, bragging about having a man ten years older at his feet.
Somehow I liked that. He had to be cute when he bragged.
Having drunk all that beer, Doug stood up and headed to the toilet.
You could hear the hard, fast stream of piss.
"Why isn't there any bowl for the dogs? I could use it instead.
Next time I'll just pee in one's mouth". My face wrinkled in
disgust. "You boy, do not pretent you wouldn't like it. I know
you crave for such a treatment".
The kid was cruel.
He sat down on the sofa, his bare feet now back on table. With that
he placed his hand on his crotch and began to rub his dick through
his shorts. I could tell his cock was swelling beneath. He looked
me in the eyes, then reached out and pushed me on his crotch.
"Is this what you want?"
It smelled of sweat and dried semen. He undid his trousers and lowered
them along with the boxers down to his knees.
"Nice, eh?" Doug smiled as he saw me staring at his cock.
"Too bad you have those mitts on or else I'd allow you to masturbate
it. I guess you really know how to milk a cock. You've been doing
it a lot longer than I have", he laughed at my age.
He cock slapped me a few times. Then pushed me all the way onto
his shaft and began face fucking me. Next to me Frankie was also
blowing master. I took it all the way down my throat, my nose buried
in his pubes.
"I have this girl. You know how girls are", he paused
for a moment, "or maybe you don't. The point is girls hardly
can blow. You are doing so much better. I guess it's true what they
say about fags when it comes to sucking".
I think I blushed, kind of proud to hear this.
His breathing was speeding up. He ordered me to lie on the floor,
then strocking his member a few times over me, soon covered me in
spurts of warm cum. He collected his semen from my face with his
big toe and fed it to me.
His semen tasted a lot like master's. Toe lickin' good, as he put
it.
The game started any minute now. Doug relaxed and focused on the
TV. He planted his beefy teenage feet on my chest, arms crossed
behind the head, turning me into his footstool.
"You can keep on licking if you want, as long as you don't
get in the way of the screen". Now that he had cummed, he seemed
to have lost his interest in me.
"So how you like him, son?"
"He's good".
I should have imagined. It wasn't just the attitude. Their feet
were identical in size and wideness, and their cum tasted the same.
Seems that master was divorced and Doug had lived with his mother
ever since, as I later found out.
"How about the way he blows?"
"He blows just fine. He's one little cocksucker. So, can I
keep him?"
They kept talking about me as if I wasn't there. And what was that
about keeping me?
"Oh son, on a day like this, how could I refuse? Besides, whom
do you think I have been training this second slave for? Consider
him your birthday present".
"Thanks dad. My friends are going to love him."
That day, six months ago that is, Doug had turned eighteen. You
would never guess, given a slave, along with the key to his cock
cage, how imaginative a kid his age can be.
To Be Continued
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