Kyle and Me
by B

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I met Kyle on the first day of the first grade.

As is the natural order of things, weaker people naturally gravitate towards stronger ones. By the third grade we had developed an inseparable friendship. It didn’t matter that we came from very different backgrounds. His family was very wealthy, and his father owned the factory that employed a large part of the town in which we lived.

My family on the other hand were not poor per say, but both my parents had to work long hours to make ends meet. My dad worked for Kyle’s father in his factory, and my mother worked as a cleaner in their head office across town.

Through the years in grade school Kyle protected me from bullies and we discovered the world together. We shared in each other’s triumphs and failures. It should be said that Kyle had very many triumphs. He was very talented and was one of those people that seemed to excel in anything he put his mind to. He had very good grades and would spend a long time patiently explaining various things to me when I didn’t understand.

Kyle was growing into a very good looking young man, and by the time we went to high school he had become a lean, muscular athlete. His blond hair framed a beautiful cherubic face with piercing blue eyes. He was the epitome of an Adonis.

When we went through adolescence he became interested in girls. I didn’t. I became more interested in Kyle. Since we shared everything, I told him this when we were about 14. He listened and didn’t comment as I came out to him.

He said he was OK with it, but ever since then there was a subtle shift in our relationship. It dint change our closeness, and we continued doing the normal teen stuff like rough-housing and whatever. He would win every time, as usual but now he would push his domination a little bit further each time. Its although he sensed on some level that we were not equal.

One time we had a wrestling match on the trampoline. He had me pinned, as usual, sitting on my chest in a bully pin hold. He rubbed his ample bulge across my face asking me if I wanted to kiss that.

I nodded my head, my nose rubbing the underside of his cotton covered sac, savoring the faint smell of sweat. He told me it was to bad, and that he was not a fag. He then stood up and put his dirty sneaker right down on my face saying that I could kiss it that.

After that indecent, I had to kiss Kyle’s shoes whenever he won something, be it a wrestling match, a video game, or anything else.

It all seemed just like a bit of fun at that point, I mean I really did hero worship him. Him calling me a fag hurt a bit at first, but we were still as close as ever so I grew not to mind it.

Our relationship changed slightly at school too. Whereas I would be there for all of his sporting events and practices cheering him on, he slowly stopped coming to mine. In the past he had come to quite a few, but it over the course of a few months it dwindled to nothing.

As I started noticing this I thought that he didn’t want to be my friend any more, and I was fretting and worrying about how I could bring this up with him without seeming like a weirdo.

That was until one day when Charlie Bolt, a senior and a bully cornered me in the bathroom. He told me that he had me tagged as a fag and was going to beat me to a pulp. Charlie landed a solid punch to my gut and I doubled over on the floor. He then grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and had pulled back for a face shot when Kyle came in.

My friend and hero then laid into the older boy with vengeance. Charlie left the bathroom with a split lip and a heavily damaged ego.

Kyle came over to the corner where I was huddling. He stood over me and as I looked up at him I could see he was fired up with adrenaline and testosterone. He was breathing heavily, but smiled and said that I owed him one.

I don’t know why I did what I did, but I bent forward and kissed each of his shoes by way of saying thank you. I looked up at him and could see his mind working behind those beautiful blue eyes. The smile grew and then he patted my head like he would a dog. Kyle then turned to go telling me to come on.

I don’t know, but I think he liked the feeling of winning a fight with an older boy, and then getting his shoes kissed.

In any event nobody messed with me at school now. Everybody knew that I was under Kyle’s protection and I was for lack of a better word, untouchable.

I was grateful for it. There were other boys that got the wrong end of Charlie Bolt every day.

We both now accepted that he was the leader and I was his follower. I mean, he was rich, good looking, strong, and I was none of those things. But we still didn’t make a big deal of it. Not even with me kissing his shoes. It had just become a part of who we were.

Then as we started our senior year everything changed.

Dominic came to our school. He and Kyle were like two sides of the same coin. However Dom was the dark side and Kyle was the light.

The first day that he arrived, Dominic and Kyle hit it off. They did all the same sports, shared the same interests in music and movies, and were both from a wealthy background. They had far more in common with one another than what Kyle and I had. Outwardly it seemed that their only difference was in their looks. Dom was just as good looking as Kyle was, I have to admit, but he had jet black hair that framed a face with big fiery emerald green eyes.

Dominic at first tolerated me. He tried a few times to get to get to know me, but I was weary of the growing relationship he had with Kyle and was quite standoffish.

I remember it was a Friday at school and the three of us were eating lunch in the cafeteria. Dominic was bragging about the head he had gotten from a girl in his previous school, and Kyle was lapping it up. It of course didn’t impress me that much not liking girls and all. Kyle then turned to me and asked me to get him another cool drink.

I had been doing these little things for him for years now and it was no big deal for me. I think Kyle thought that if I liked doing them he may as well make the most of it.
On this occasion when he asked, Dom looked over and me and told me to get him one too. The two of them continued chatting immediately.

I was annoyed that Dominic had just given me an order like that, but I went and got them both heir drinks. Kyle said thank you when I delivered them, Dom dint

Dominic then invited Kyle over to his house for the weekend. Kyle readily agreed. He dint ask me, and although I would have liked an initiation, I dint really want to spend the weekend at his house.

On Monday, when I saw Kyle arrive I went over to greet him. He greeted me, but not in his normal friendly manner. Something was different. He then told me to get his bag for him. I thought that he might have his sports bag in the trunk that he had to get, but after I had retrieved his bag he was already walking of to his first class. I was a little confused by this but I dint say anything. Catching up to him in the corridor I asked him about his weekend. He gave a wry smile, and said it was great. He also said that one of Dominic s old friends was there too. By the way hat he said the word “friends” I knew that he had not meant it as such. I was going to enquire further, but the bell rang for the first class and I dint get a chance.

We were about to take our seats so I made to give Kyle his bag. He looked at me with a look I had never seen before. It was somewhere between amusement and contempt. He then said stated that I should take the seat in front of him, and when he needed anything he would ask me for it.

I was a little taken aback, but as usual I complied.

During class Kyle put his feet up on the back of my chair. His expensive sneakers pressed up against me. It was a little uncomfortable and I shifted in my seat. The teacher saw it an asked Kyle if he would mind taking his feet off me. Kyle gave his disarming smile and said that I dint mind.

The teacher looked at me, together with the rest of the class looked at me, and I heard myself agree with him. The teacher shrugged it off and continued his lesson. Some of the class snickered.

I turned and looked at Kyle. He just grinned back at me and then gave my cheek a small tap signaling that I should concentrate on the lesson.

I could not believe that Kyle had been so overt in his dominance over my. As I sat there, being used as his footrest in class I realized, to my consternation that I had become hard.

This was a strange and very worrying development. I mean sure, Kyle had my jack of fantasy since when I started. But now there was another dimension to it. I was responding to his dominance.

Later on that day during recess, I went to sit at the table with Kyle. Dominic was laughing at something Kyle was telling him. As I got close all I heard Dominic say was I told you so.

I was about to sit down when Kyle told me he wanted another soft drink. Just like on Friday. I gave him a smile and said sure, happy that Dominic dint ask me for something.

When I got back, I was ignored. I listened to the two chatting amiably until Dominic reached over and took my soft drink. He dint ask or anything, he just took it. I opened my mouth to protest, but Kyle gave me a look which told me not to.

As I have said, Kyle had always protected me from bullies and being taken advantage of. It seemed that protection did not extend to when it came to his new friend.

The week went on and it seemed that Monday wasn’t an isolated indecent. I now carried Kyle’s bags from when he arrived till when he left, and in the classes that I had with him, I sat there and made sure that he had everything he needed. I was also used as a foot stool a lot.

Dominic was in a few of those classes. He sat next to Kyle and they were very friendly. I felt left out. But at the same time the stirring in my crotch continued.

The situation was very confusing for me. And on Wednesday something happened that made it even more so. It was in the bathroom again where Charlie Bolt confronted me. He grabbed me by the shirt and shoved me up against the wall. I was terrified. He told me that he had seen Kyle treating me like a fag, so he obviously wasn’t protecting me anymore. He then punched me in the gut and I crumpled to the floor. Charlie then said that it was going to be good to finally give me what I deserved, and kicked me.

I braced for the second blow, but nothing happened. All I heard was what sounded like a fist connecting with a jaw and a loud shout for Charlie to get the fuck out of there. I turned over expecting to see Kyle. Instead, there, standing over me, was Dominic.

I suppose my mind went back to the last encounter I had with Charlie Bolt. Then my saviour had been Kyle and I had showed him my gratitude by kissing his shoe. Now there was Dominic, and he had plainly demonstrated that he was also protecting me. I bent forward and kissed his one shoe, and said thank you. I was about to get up when I felt the shoe that I had just kissed rest on my shoulder and push me back down to the bathroom floor. He told me to kiss the other one too.

I did, and then began to repeat it. Dominic stayed there with me at his feet for a few moment while I kissed. He asked me if I was getting the picture. Not knowing what he meant I said I don’t know.

You will soon he said cryptically and then left.

Dominic never mentioned the incident to Kyle, and neither did I. There was a shift in the dynamic of Dominic s and my relationship. Dominic wielded a similar power over me than what Kyle does.

I also saw him through new eyes. I noticed how good looking and he crept into my nightly fantasies.

On Thursday Kyle informed me that I was going to spend the weekend at his house. His parents would be away for a romantic weekend. I had noticed that Kyle didn’t ask me anymore, he told.

Friday afternoon came around and I arrived at Kyle’s house after retrieving what I needed from my home.

Kyle’s Family lived in the affluent suburb and it took me a sometime to cycle there. His normal offer for a ride dint come, and I dint push the issue.

Storing my bike in the garage like I normally did, I went through to find Kyle. I heard voices coming through from the living room. I then realized that Dominic must be spending the weekend too.

When I entered I greeted them and then stopped dead in my tracks.

There, on the big comfy sofa sat Kyle and Dominic, they had PlayStation controls in their hands and were in the middle of playing against one another. That’s not shocked me.

There, crouching motionless on the floor with Dominic s feet propped up, was someone I had never met. He remained motionless and dint even look up when the two on the couch paused the game.

Kyle grinned at me and told me to come in. I did so and Kyle saw me eyeing the guy under Dominic s feet. Kyle then went on to explain that Dominic s fag from his old school wound be joining us for the weekend.

I dint know what to make of Kyle calling the boy a fag. I also noticed that he hadn’t really been introduced.

Turning back to the game Kyle said to fetch him and Dominic some drinks from the fridge. I tried to ask the kneeling boy if he wanted something but Dominic cut me off telling me that he doesn’t, and to hurry up about it.

I was feeling really uncomfortable when I returned with two cans. As I approached I saw something in the situation happening in the lounge which I hadn’t seen previously.

I saw a weaker boy submitting to a more powerful one. I saw a beautiful alpha male being served my an inferior one, just like I had serving Kyle all these years. It dint bother me anymore. I realized that this boy must be to Dominic what I was becoming to Kyle.

When I placed the drinks on the table Kyle looked at me with those deep blue eyes of his, and raised a blond eye brow.

I lowered my eyes and then got into the same position that the other boy was, in front of Kyle. A moment later I felt his shoes rest on my back. He gave me a soft kick and told me that next time I should bring the drinks on a tray. I don’t think he heard me answer, yes, because he was already engrossed in the game once more.

After the game had finished, I’m not sure which of them won, Kyle announced that it was time for a swim.

He took his feet of my back and for the first time raised my head. Kyle’s shoes took up my whole field of vision.

The two friends then began to make their way off to the pool. Both myself and Dominic’s friend got up and made to follow them. I was looking forward to a swim. It was a hot day and I had biked a long way to get here. My legs were still tired.

Kyle then turned to me and told me that I could’t swim yet, Dominic and him wanted lunch out by the pool. Burgers, fries, and salad. Since I knew the house I should show Harry where everything was and that he could help me. I nodded my head and said OK, then saw a happy grinn on his face before he left.

I was still on my knees and I turned and saw that Dominic s friend was kneeling next to me. He gave a a friendly smile and said his name was Harry. I introduced myself as Marty.

We then made our way to the kitchen. As you would expect it was big and have every amenity. I showed Marty where the salad ingredients were and then got to work on the burgers. We began chatting as we worked.

Harry was very much like myself. He was also form a poor family, but whereas I had known Kyle for many years, Harry had only known Dominic since the beginning of High School. He said that within the first week Dominic had him as his servant. Harry looked up from the salad and beamed proudly adding that at the beginning of this year they had made it official and he had become Dominic s slave.

I stopped what I was doing, dumbfounded at what he had just said.

Harry walked over to me undid the top few buttons of his shirt. He was wearing a collar. It wasn’t like a dog collar or anything, it was a well-crafted piece sturdy length of chain. I would later find out that it had been especially toughened to that it would be very difficult to cut of. Holding the chain together was a small high grade padlock. Harry beamed with pride when he showed me the sterling silver tag. Holing it between my fingers I looked at it in wonder. It read : Harry Diglit is property of Dominic Powers.

When Harry buttoned up his shirt and happily went back to his work I felt something come over me. Did I really want one of those? With My name there and that of Kyle Masters?

Harry asked me how long I had been Kyle’s servant.

I answered that I supposed that I and been serving him since the first grade in one way or another but I trailed off.

Harry smiled at me and asked me if this kind of service was new to me and I said it was, kind of.

Harry told me not to worry. He said that if I accepted that my place was. I said yes. Then he said everything would become much easier. Worshipping Dominic had given his life meaning, and it had given Dominic the confirmation of the knowledge of his superiority.

I was getting hard because of what Harry was saying, and he noticed. He laughed and said that I shouldn’t be embarrassed. Dominic liked to see that he was an object of adoration.

I hoped Kyle wouldn’t mind, because if he did I would be in trouble a lot.

Lunch was ready and we put it all on trays. I only noticed then that we hadn’t made anything for ourselves. I said this to Harry and he said that no way we could unless we were told that we could.

I accepted this again with no fuss and we took the trays out to the pool.

Kyle and Dominic had finished their swim. They were lazing back in deck chairs working on their tans. My heart skipped a beat when I saw them. One blond and one black haired Adonis, both with bronzed skins, both with powerful athletic bodies, and both with the knowledge that the world was theirs to take.

Harry and I hurried over. I placed Kyle’s tray next to him, and Harry did it for Dominic.

I dint know what to do then so I decided to follow whatever harry did. Knowing now that Kyle and Dominic were cut from the same cloth I was sure that he would expect me to be more like Harry.

Harry went to the foot of Dominic s deck chair and knelt with his face next to his Masters feet, so I did the same. Then Harry began to lick Dominic s foot. He used the flat of his tongue to make long dedicated laps from heel to toe.

It turned my head and looked at the soft sole of my Masters foot. Yes that’s the first time I really thought of Kyle as my Master. It was a thing of beauty. As I began to lick it, my devotion to Kyle deepened enormously. Having just been for a swim, Kyle’s foot dint taste like much. It had a lightly salty taste from the bit of sweat that had happened since he had been sitting there.

I wanted more. I found this submissive act intoxicating. I was sharing with Kyle something so intimate and making him feel powerful, godlike.

As I licked I heard Dominic ask Kyle how it felt. He said that it felt right, and added that he wished that he had me doing this from day one. Dominic chuckled.

The two rich boys sat there eating their lunch, with Harry and I, the poor boys, knelt and licked their feet.

I have to admit there was a strange kind of peace. Like Kyle said, it just felt right, the way it was meant to be.

My concentration was now entirely on the foot that I was licking. I was only half listening to Kyle and Dominic so I only picked up bits of their conversation. At one point Kyle asked Dominic if he knew of any other Masters. Dom answered that there absolutely were. His old school was pretty much divided down the middle. He also added that his ex-girlfriend had her own bitch.

Kyle was fascinated and they talked for quite some time. The other thing that was mentioned was that he had grown up in this lifestyle, both his parents were Alphas and he and his sister always had their two subs to boss around as kids. Masters breed Masters and slaves breed slaves he chuckled at the end. Kyle said it was great that they had met, and he had taken the blindfold off his eyes.

A little while later they had finished their lunch.

Kyle suggested another swim before they go and shoot some hoops. Dominic readily agreed. Again I followed Harry’s example and when Kyle stood up, before he walked off I kissed the tops of each foot.

Dominic told Kyle to clean up and get his car washed. I looked at Kyle and he just smiled and nodded. I think he realized just how much easier his life was about to become, having someone around to do all of his chores.

Dominic then walked toward me and stopped right in front of my. I craned my neck to look up past his ample crotch, up into his emerald eyes. He told me to stick with Harry and learn as much as I could. He also said that this was not a game, and that if I messed up I would be punished, just like Harry was. There were no excuses now.

I said yes Sir and kissed his feet. They smelled just as fantastic as Kyle’s but very different. Then unexpectedly he dint move off. He just stood there looking down at me. I dint know what to do and got nervous. Dominic then asked me if I knew what an Alpha male is. I shook my head in the affirmative. He asked if I knew that I was not one and that I was inferior to them. I said yes sir again. Dominic said good, and then asked me what the embodiment of an alpha male was. I looked at his crotch. He said yes, his cock.

Dominic the said he wanted me to kiss his cock through his swimming trunks to show me that I understood. I did understand, and I leant forward and pressed my lips to the bulge beneath the material. I could feel it move.

Dominic then said to me that I did well, which made me smile up at him. He gave me a genuine smile in return which made me swell with pride.

A moment later Kyle snapped his fingers and I automatically looked over to him. He pointed down to his feet where his discarded shoes and socks lay.

I scampered over to him and again kissed each foot when I arrived. Setting to work I picked up one sock and turned it the right way around. The sun had dried it out , but it must have been really sweat because it was kind of stiff and crusty. When I was ready to put it on, Kyle balanced on one leg leaning onto my head with one hand. I did the same with the other sock and then put his basketball sneakers on. I kissed each one, now really enjoying this act of submission to him.

A few moments later the two dominant boys were gone and I was left there by the pool with Harry.

While I was gathering the discarded shirts and towels, Harry got the trays and plates. When we were walking back to the kitchen I noticed that Harry had the top few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.

I then saw that both of Dominic s used socks had been tucked into his collar. They lay there below his chin wafting up his Master’s foot scent as he walked. I have to admit I would have loved that.

When we were in the kitchen I said that he was lucky and pointed to them. Harry beamed back at me and said he did too. Harry then got a naughty look on his face. He knew that I had not yet had the opportunity to know when Dominic s feet really smelled like. He asked if I wanted to take a sniff.

I nodded eagerly and went over to him. Harry pulled one out and handed it to me.

When I breathed the stench in I felt my knees go weak. It was fantastic.

Harry giggled and took it back, replacing it where it had been. We did the dishes and then went out to the garage to start our next chore.

Kyle’s basketball hoop was out on the driveway. He had taken his car out the garage and left it next to Dominic s He never let anyone drive it, no even when we were “friends”.

Harry and I set to work washing and polishing while the other two played basketball. We all worked up a good sweat under the clear summer sky and I know that we were all thoroughly enjoying ourselves.

Harry finished with Dominic’s car just before I had finished with Kyle’s. Without being told he disappeared into the house and emerged a few minutes later with two bottles of ice cold water from the fridge. I watched him as I polished. He went over to where the jocks were playing and got to his knees on one side, out of the way but close enough. After Kyle scored a shot the two broke off and walked over to him. Harry handed a bottle to each of them and then kissed each of their shoes while they stood drinking and panting. When they were finished they dropped the bottles on the ground and went on to finish the game. Harry gathered up the discarded trash after them.

I finished putting the car cleaning supplies away and came back out. I went over to where Harry was on his knees and knelt with him.

Watching the two of them was awesome. And just kneeling there watching those sweaty athletic bodies was fantastic. I glanced over at Harry and by the look on his face he must have felt the same way too. I also noticed that there was a distinctive bulge in his pants that matched my own.

It wasn’t long and the two boys were finished. They congratulated one another and patted their backs. I heard Kyle mention another swim and they trotted off ignoring us. We hopped up and followed them like puppies.

At the pool I got to take Kyle’s socks and shoes off. They were awesome. The socks were not just damp with his sweat, they were bordering on wet. And the way they smelled. Oh man!

Kyle certainly noticed my reaction. He laughed and said to Dominic that he thought that I was becoming quite the little foot fag.

Dominic said yes, and that his one was a natural foot fag, adding they were the best, because you can control them much easier. And it was better because they naturally gravitate to their real place in the world.

Harry had taken off Dominic s shoes and Dominic told him that it was time for his meditation. Both Kyle and I looked over at them and Harry immediately bent low and stuck his face into the top of the worn basketball sneaker. He remained there motionless.

Dominic chuckled and put a bare foot onto the back of his head , forcing Harry’s face deeper into it.

He said it was something he came up with a couple of years ago. He went on to explain that once he noticed Harry was becoming very good at doing his job he got more free time. Eventually he got tired of making up things for him to do so he decided that in his free time he had to just worship him.

Kyle said it was an awesome idea. He told me to give him his socks, which I did. He took them in his fingers making a face at their rank smell and then stuffed them into my mouth. The bitter saltiness of it assaulted my taste buds immediately and I felt faint. I only half heard Kyle with a chuckle that he dint want me meditating right now, he wanted me to do stuff, but that he could kill two birds with one stone. He then demanded one of his shoes. I gave it to him. Kyle proceeded to tie it onto my face. With the opening over my nose and sock gagged mouth, and the toe of the sneaker pointed downward he tied the laces tightly behind my head. Once done he stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Dominic laughed and congratulated him. Kyle then asked me if I was enjoying this. I nodded yes. He then asked me if I was a foot fag. I nodded my head emphatically and wanted to say yes sir, but it just came out a mumble.

Kyle then took off his shirt and stood there a moment, allowing me to bask in his presence. He then said that while they were swimming I had to go in and make sure the guest room was ready for Dominic tonight. After I had done that he wanted me set up the living room for movies.

I mumbled acknowledgement once more, and when Kyle had turned I set off to do his bidding. Just before I entered the house I gave a quick look over to Harry. He was still exactly where was when Dominic had ordered his meditation. He hadn’t moved a muscle. I could understand that he was in a great place, I mean his face was inside that basketball shoe that had been worn for the game by Dominic... with no socks on!

I was also in Nirvana so to speak. Both Kyle’s smell and taste were permeating into the very core of my being, taking over, and staking their ownership of me.

While I was in the guest room making sure everything was in its place I suddenly thought of where I would be sleeping. I usually used this room. It dint really matter though, there were two other spare rooms in the house.

When the living room was set up the way Kyle liked it I peeped through the window and saw that he and Dominic were still playing around and rough housing in the pool.

The salty taste from Kyle’s sock still totally dominated my sense of taste and the smell in my nostrils had not dissipated. Probably because it could only breath through my nose, and there was nowhere for the sweaty smell to go except into my lungs.

Before going to rejoin them I thought I would show some initiative. I wanted to show them that I was trying and that I really did want to please them.

In the kitchen I got a tray and poured two glasses of coke with ice and a large bowl of Kyle’s favorite crisps. I then went out to the pool. The boys in the pool dint see me put it on the table. I then went and retrieved the lone shoe that Kyle had left from off to one side, and brought it over to where Harry was still “meditating”.

There I put it in front of me and adopted the kowtow position before it. Then we waited once more for our Masters to finish.

We were happy.

It was an and eventful evening, with the two Masters watching movies and playing pool. Harry an I were always there in the background., not taking art, but ready to attend.

Then it was time for dinner. I was dispatched to the kitchen with Harry to prepare dinner. They wanted steaks, again with fries and a salad.

Harry and I prepared the delicious meal for them and served it at the dining room table. Each of us knelt on the right had side of our respective Masters. While Dominic was chewing a juicy mouthful of steak he heard Harry stomach rumble. He joked with Kyle that he doesn’t let Harry eat unless he says so... he was very well trained. He asked Harry if I had eaten too, and Harry replied that neither of us had.

Dominic told me to prepare two large bowls of cornflakes and milk. I hurried to obey. When I came back I was told to put them on the floor, one for Harry and on for myself. When given the nod, we tucked in. We ate our dinner kneeling next to the two boys like dogs would.

Kyle asked Dominic more about the lifestyle that he had grown up in. Specifically about his sister and her “bitch”.

Dominic said that she was his twin sister. Kyle’s interest piqued. When Dominic saw this he laughed and said that he must introduce them with a knowing smile. He went on to say that when they were twelve or so their parents had sat them down and explained how the world worked with regards to them and their inferiors. They said that they were old enough to get their own slaves and that they would help them every step of the way. One rule was that they should have a slave that was the same sex as them. Dominic laughed at this and said that since a randy alpha male loved to breed, it was not a good idea to fuck inferiors that could get pregnant. So he and his sister started looking for a servant of their own. Some great advice was to start looking at the fags at school his parents said for him and the lezzies for his sister. It was easy to spot a fag Dominic laughed but he had to help his sister find her bitch. All he had to do was show interest in a girl, and if she was not interested in him, she was definitely batting for the other side.

Dominic then said something that made Kyle drop what he was eating and look at him with his mouth open and still full of food. He said that besides all the great benefits, like the worship, and getting chores done, the best thing about having a fag like Harry, and the one before him, was a fag

Dominic said goodnight to Kyle and gave him a knowing wink. He then sauntered down the passage and snapped his fingers to Harry who quickly followed him. I watched the door close and I could only imagine what would happen in the hours to follow.

When I looked up at Kyle he had a smirk on his face. He could read my mind I’m sure.

Kyle went off to his room and I was not sure if he wanted me to follow. When he reached the door and looked back he called after me to hurry up and get in bitch. Kyle closed the door, shucked his clothes down to his boxers and flopped down on the large bed.

I was very nervous, and not knowing what else to do I started gathering his discarded cloths to put them in the laundry hamper.

Kyle looked on with an amused expression. Then he told me to kneel at the foot of his bed and look up at him. I complied. Then as he rubbed his generous package with one hand he said that he was really glad that his life had worked out this way, and that if he had known that he could use me as his personal bitch and cum dump all this time he would have been doing it for years now.

I ventured a smile, but he cut me off. He grew angry saying I should have told him that I worshipped him since the first moment I realized it. I should have said that I knew that I was dirt under his feet and that he could use me any way that he wanted to. Then he said that in effect I had been lying to him for many years and denying him what was his, namely his right to use my as a foot licker, cum dump, slave, and general bitch. He asked me if I agreed that that was accurate.

I nodded my head and said yes Sir.

Kyle then ordered me to lick his feet while he thought of a punishment.

As I lapped at the slightly salty soled of his strong feet I saw him begin to fondle himself through his boxers.

He smirked at me as I lapped one of his big toes and said that Dominic was right, this kind of power over another person was a total aphrodisiac. And watching me submit myself to him like this was going to be absoloutley great. He continued groping his growing manhood and carried on thinking.

When I had completed his one foot and was busy pushing my tongue in between the toes of the second foot, Kyle told me to stop. He had come up with a punishment.

He said he would go easy on me because this was new to both of us, and then he told me to fetch a belt from his cupboard.

A cold shiver ran through me, but I went and retrieved one from the many that were hanging on the inside of the door. Kyle stood up from the bed and came over to me. I presented him with the leather belt on my knees with both hands holding it up, my head bowed.

Kyle then said to fetch the a sneaker that he had been wearing that day and bring it to him too. I got one and when I returned he said that he didn’t want to disturb Dominic. I looked at him confused.

Then Kyle said to get naked. I started feeling embarrassed that he would see my erection. I was as hard as a rock. When he did, Kyle joked about how he had always had a bigger cock than me and grabbed it through his boxers lewdly.

I was then told to put my face into his sneaker and present my bare ass for him to belt. I felt like a little boy, I hadn’t received a spanking since I was a small kid.

A wave of erotic humiliation coursed through me as my face descended into the dark interior of the worn basketball sneaker. His scent was still strong. I couldn’t help myself and I stuck mu tongue out and had a taste of where Kyle’s heel had been walking all day.

Just as I did this I felt Kyle’s foot come down on the back of my head and force my face deeper in.

Then the first blow landed. I yelped involuntarily, and Kyle giggled like a kid.

Nine blows followed that one and by the fourth I was crying out in pain as each one landed. I now could see the reason that Kyle had decided to muffle me.

At that moment I though I might have resented my ex-best friend, but I didn’t I completely accepted that it was his God given right to punish me for anything he wished, and that any punishment he delivered was his to choose. I was still hard as a rock.

After the final blow came, Kyle laughed telling me how red my ass was, and to put the belt and shoe away. On my knees in front of him he held out the belt for me to take. I took hold of it, but he didn’t release it from his hand. He told me to kiss his hand and the belt and thank him for the punishment. I did.

I also saw that he must be completely hard now. His impressive erection was straining at the fabric of his boxers. He must have really enjoyed the beating he had just given me.

Once on the bed Kyle ordered me to fetch one of his dirty socks and then get up on the bed. I could hear in his tone of voice he was impatient to get on with things.

Once in place I handed the smelly sock to him. He tossed it beside him and then with one quick movement he pulled off his boxers.

I could not help myself and I gasped at his magnificent manhood, my mouth open and my eyes glued.

Kyle chuckled and asked me if his little fag boy had been dreaming about this moment for a long time. I answered yes, and said I would forever worship him and do my very best to please him.

When he told me that I was a good boy, my heart swelled.

Kyle then held the base of his penis with one hand and pointed it toward me, with his other hand he took a fistful of my hair and guided me onto his phallus.

Words don’t come close to describing the feelings that came rushing through me. I was in heaven, nirvana, a state of blissful worship. He had the most beautiful taste, and it came in a constant flow.

As I have said, Kyle possessed a very large penis. A mark of a true alpha male, and it took quit some time for me to get used to having it in my mouth and throat. I am happy to say however that I took to it like a duck takes to water, and I could hear from the appreciative moans that Kyle certainly liked what I was doing.

I have no idea how long it was before I became aware that Kyle’s breathing had risen rapidly and his grunting became more animalistic and hungry. As I continued working on his member I looked up and saw that he was sweating and he had his eyes closed.

A few moments later Kyle twisted my hair harder so that it hurt, pulling he off his manhood. Sitting up he pushed me over and straddled my neck. He grinned at me when he wiped the sweat from his ball sac over my face saying that as his bitch I should know how a real man’s balls smell. Kyle then said that when he came I should be ready, but I mustn’t swallow any of his seed.

Not waiting for an answer Kyle plunged his cock back into my throat and began pistoning my face. I lay helpless beneath him as he built up for his release. My whole world now consisted of Kyle’s Alpha manhood taking ownership of my very being. His sexual dominance over me was without question.

Finally, Kyle cried out and arched his back as he climaxed. I felt his cock spasm, and my mouth was flooded by the strong salty gush of his first ejaculation. By the third I was about to panic, as there was no room in my mouth with his cock still in it. Luckily Kyle pulled out and the rest of his gooey load was splashed on my face, some of it over one eye and cheek and nose.

With my good eye I looked up at Kyle, past his penis, up the fantastic stomach and into his angelic face. Indeed in that moment he was more than a man.

When Kyle had recovered he took his penis and smeared his cum over my face poking the head of his cock into my eye socket. This made him give a small giggle. He told me to show him his load in my mouth. When I did he nodded satisfied and told me that I was never to waste a drop of his cum. He said that for me it was more valuable than gold. Unable to speak I nodded.

Kyle then grinned at me and told me to swallow.

Before Kyle climbed off me he picked up the sock I had brought and cleaned up his cock and gave his sweaty balls a wipe. He then wiped the rest of his sperm from my face. Before I knew what he was thinking he shoved it into my mouth and told me I was not to take it out till morning.

Kyle then lay back onto his bed and looked me over. The look on his face told me that he thought that life was indeed good. He then lifted a foot and shoved me onto the floor. I landed between his discarded clothes and basketball sneakers. Switching off the light Kyle then announced that I would be sleeping there, and with that he turned over and got comfy.

I lay there in the darkness for a few moments and then decided that I would have to use his sweaty shirt and boxers for a pillow. Sure it was not the most comfortable pillow, but it was the best one I ever had. His smell of his sweaty cloths enveloped me as the sticky sock in my mouth continued to feed me with his essence. I also found a basketball sneaker and drew it up so that the opening lay next to my nose on the makeshift pillow. Slowly I drifted off to a blissful peaceful sleep.

In the morning I woke up having had the most contented night’s sleep of my life. Sure I was lying on the floor, and it was not all that comfortable, but it felt that everything in my life was as it should be. I still had Kyle’s cumrag of a sock in my mouth, and it still had a lot of his flavour in it. As I drifted slowly awake I could smell his shoe.

During the night I had pulled it closer so that my nose was resting by its opening...