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The Shift of Power
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Mike was telling me about his break up with his girlfriend.

He was wearing cut-off shorts with a pair of flip-flops and while talking I would be looking at his feet. Nicely shapped toes with tufts of light brown hair and well trimmed nails. We had been best buds since I can remember and his wide feet always had me drooling. Without a job at the moment, he needed a place to stay and I offered him mine. I got out to get us some beer. When I returned, Mike had already slipped his feet from his flips and was resting on the couch. Imagine him barefoot inside the house the whole time. This was going to be good.

We kept talking and drinking for hours. It's nice to have someone to share a laugh. I fed him one beer after another until he was totally wasted, then helped him undress to his white boxers. When he crushed on the couch, hearing him snore, I knew those feet were all mine. I took full advantage.

I went to work with almost no sleep. During the day all I could think of was Mike. Returning home I found him sitting down to the recliner, watching sports. He had ordered pizza and there was some left for me in the kitchen. I had a slice, then joined him in the living room.

"Next time I expect you cook something decent for me. I don't like eating crappy food, you know", I teased him.

"Who do you think you're talking to, boy? Your wife?"

"I would never get married to an ugly face like you, Mike".

"Fuck off!", he laughed.

While he kept watching TV, I would take a glimpse of his socks spread on the coffee table. White cotton ones with a just bit of dirt. Just the way I like them. I could still taste those feet in my mouth from the previous night.

"So, how long have you had this secret desire for male feet, boy?" Mike asked. "There was something about my laptop, a technical problem, so I used yours and came across some weird sites. You should clean your browser's history out once in a while".

I froze right there and said nothing.

"Let me tell you that about my ex. It's not her cooking I will miss most. I don't mind eating pizza afterall. But hell she loved to take care of me. Whenever I asked for a foot rub, she would get down there and make these dogs of mine feel good. So, what do you say, boy?"

I was about to ask him to leave. Instead I just said something about not seeing him in such a way. Apparently I wasn't convincing enough.

"It's OK, pal. You don't need to be afraid of me. Remember, I'm your best friend. You can trust me. So shut up and start rubbing".

He had me where he wanted me. His confidence made me relax and accept what was coming. I knelt before him and reached for his right foot. It was radiating heat. I used my thumb to dig into the arch and his toes curled inside the sock. Mike adjusted his position in the recliner.

"So what now? Don't look me with these pleading eyes of yours. Use your goddamn mouth. Tell me what you want".

"I wanna sniff it", I mumbled. Mike smiled at his control over me. I'm sure he liked his newfound power.

"Then do it".

I stuck my nose and inhaled. He pushed his foot against my face. The dampness of his sock felt wonderful. I instantly got hard. Mike took off the sock and ordered me to kiss his sole.

"Tell me you liked kissing it and I’ll let you do it again".

"I liked it, Mike".

"I know you did, boy".

He was getting cockier every minute. I didn't expect him to have such an aggressive side. He ordered me to strip naked and lie on my back, with my head at his feet. When I hesitated, he started to put his socks back on as if he was about to go, so I finally complied. Soon I was looking up at him with a begging expression and my hard-on in plain view. Mike smirked, then placed both soles over my face.

"Open wide, boy." He thrust his foot into my mouth and I licked in between his toes, making sure all sock fluff was removed. "Do my toes taste good?"

He moved his other foot on my groin. The slit of my cock was oozing a steady stream of juice now. He pulled down his boxers and started playing with his own dick while squeezing mine under his foot.

"That's why you wanted me around here, so that you would be near those feet. Am I right? I imagine you sneaking in here while I sleep and having your way with them. You know I'm a heavy sleeper and I wouldn't wake up".

He seemed to have all the right words to say. I shot my load without thouching my cock, just by his foot jerk, then had to lick my cum off his foot. I had never tasted my cum before. Mike became friendly again.

"You know how much I care for you. I don't mind if you're gay. It doesn't change who you are to me. Let's say you're curious about some things. That's fine. I bet you also wanna find out what my dick tastes like. So come on, don't be a pussy. Put it in your mouth. Lick it like a popsicle stick, starting from the base then all the way up. You love candies, don't you? Have a taste of this pearl of precum at the tip".

He grabbed the back of my head and worked his cock into my mouth. I licked it for a bit, then relaxed and took it all the way down. I blew Mike in ways that wives and girlfriends never do. Three minutes later he was about to shoot. I felt his cock throb. After he came right there in my throat, he suddently lost all interest for me.

"Fuck! I never had a girl blow me like that. Chicks don't deep throat. I guess you need a good old friend for that." I was kind of proud to hear it.

"That was it for tonight, boy. Kiss my feet goodbye and then you can go. I expect breakfast before you go to work. Oh, and don't jack off during the night cause I will know."

I planted a grateful kiss on the sole of each foot, then went to bed. In the morning, I had his clothes laid out and his breakfast prepared, as ordered. Before leaving, I gently licked his feet goodbye while he was still asleep. It was a dream come true. By the end of the week Mike had me cook for him, do his laundry or trim his nails after shower. He moved to my bedroom so I had to sleep at the foot of what used to be my bed. He even locked me in a cock cage.

Returning home from work Friday afternoon I found him sitting in the living room with a friend of his, a guy I had once met. The last rule was about being naked when at home, so the moment that door closed behind me, I stood there not knowing what to do. I couldn't strip in front this guy, still I couldn't go even a step further wearing clothes either. Mike smiled. I thought that meant it was OK to skip the rule and made a step.

"Forgetting something? Jake here knows everything about you so don't you worry".

Well, that worried me a lot.

Mike snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet. I crawled over there and kissed them. When he lifted up one leg I instantly rolled over and began licking the bottom of his foot. They broke into laughter. Jake asked about the thing on my cock. He was full of questions. You could tell he was interested.

"That's too fucking cool. I've gotta get me one like him for when I come home sweaty from gym." He slapped Mike on the back. "You lucky bastard!" he said with some jealousy.

"He is the lucky one to have me", Mike corrected him.

"Fair enough."

Jake finished his beer and stood up. He explained that he had something to do. They made plans to meet again next day and play cards. Jake promised to bring some friends.

Evan and Warren were younger than us, in their mid-twenties. I felt embarrassed being naked in front of them. They made themselves comfortable on my couch along with Mike and Jake, their legs outstreched on the coffe table. They all wore sweatpants and sneakers, apart from Jake's shorts and man sandals. By the time I came back with their drinks, they had kicked off their shoes and peeled off their socks. I stood for a moment and stared at those four pairs of beautiful male feet.

"The key to your cock cage is in one's pocket. It could me mine or any other's. Crawl to the floor and start worshipping the one you choose", said Mike. "Come on, boy, take your chances".

Jake had his t-shirt off. Sitting with one arm over the back of my couch, he revealed a mass of thick, black hair sprouting from his armpit, matted down with sweat. The guy was huge. Over six feet tall, muscular, with the biggest feet by far. Still, I knew better to choose no other's but Mike's. I crawled across the floor like a dog, Evan and Warren laughing at me. Jake showed some dissapointment.

"He seems to prefer you Mike", Warren said.

"Of course he does. Çe can be very picky when it comes to feet".

"Yet not so lucky when it comes to shooting", Jake said, holding the key. "That's too bad cute. It could be nice for both of us. You know what, Mike? I think I'm keeping those keys for a while".

Mike agreed, though I don't think he liked the idea so much. It was a matter of power. He had to remind everyone who was in charge here. Soon they were in a loud discussion about sports. I paid no attention and kept licking. Their conversation seemed more and more distant to me as I sucked each and every of their forty toes in a row.

"I could get used to this." Jake moaned, his big toe in my mouth.

"You know what, bud? I think our boy here misses the thrill of licking a real man's feet", Mike said and ordered me back to his own.

"He WAS licking a real man's feet."

You could tell Jake was angry now. He was the strongest, with the widest soles. It was only fair for him to be the one with a servant at his feet. Underneath the table later, I would have the chance to finish what was left in the middle, sucking Jake's toes for good, while he played cards with the others. Mike was winning and he was bragging once more. It was then that Jake said something about spicing things up a bit. The bet was simple. One extra round of cards. Whoever lost would join me under the table. Mike accepted without hesitation, blinded by the thought of having Jake at his feet.

I like how far straight guys can go into sexual stuff when it comes to power. Too bad for Mike he was the one to lose. He respected the deal, propably cause he knew that if he hadn't, they could force him to. He stripped naked and got on his knees. Our eyes met and I felt him closer than ever.

He kissed their feet and was about to stand up and put some clothes back on when it happened. Jake took some rope and a pair of handcuffs out of a backpack he had with him. Before Mike realised what was going on, he had been overpowered by Evan and Warren. He fought hard but to no avail. The moment his hands were cuffed behind his back, it was all over. The three of them carried my arrogant friend to the bedroom, pulled the covers off the bed and strapped him down spread eagled. Mike glared at his captors with eyes wide open.

"You fuckers, let me go! What kind of shit is this, you faggots?"

So the whole bet thing was a trap. It was three against one all along. They had let Mike win up to that point, so that he would accept the bet. Truth was Evan and Warren considered Jake as an older brother. They would do whatever he asked them. Jake took some baby oil and two brushes out of the bag and gave Evan and Warren each, both now kneeling before Mike's bound feet.

"I know all about how to treat ticklish feet. You're gonna suffer, dude. Kitchy kitchy koooo", said Evan. Before using the brush, he lightly scratched the sole of the foot with the tips of his fingers nails.

"No! Not my arch! Hehehehe, stop it... Fuuuck!"

Jake sat on Mike's chest and planted his feet on either side of his head. He stared deeply into his friend's eyes. What he saw wasn't fear as someone would expect. It was something else. Jake was about to bring that hidden feeling to the surface. He was treating Mike like a cat treats a mouse. He dug his fingers into Mike's ribs, then under his pits, and Mike totally lost it.

"Fuck! Fuuucck! Noooooooo! Hehehe... No! No! Hehehehe hehehehe..."

Mike was pleading for a break to piss. Jake brought him an empty bottle and positioned his dick into the opening. Mike flushed with shame. Jake then forced a ring gag in his mouth and put his cell phone out of his pocket.

"We don't want no accident with those white teeth of yours, do we handsome?" he whispered in Mike's ear, then shoved his monster dick down his throat. Jake shot his load inside Mike's warm mouth. Both Evan and Warren followed. The whole scene was recorded.

"If I had a servant at my feet, I'd keep him a secret. Why share what's already mine? But you, you had to let everyone know. You craved for someone to give you a taste of your own medicine, didn't you?"

Mike's dick was resting on his thigh almost hard. Jake smiled at that. He slapped it a few times in order to go soft, then having the keys to my cock cage, he unlocked it and put it to him.

"Whenever I call, I want you both naked and waiting for me. Disobey and you'll become the biggest stars on the internet".

EPILOGUE

Now Mike's attitude is gone. Jake keeps us both locked in cages. He even shaved our pubes. We haven't seen Evan or Warren since. Jake was true about not sharing. Every Saturday the shift of power inside the house changes. Mike now has to worship Jake's feet along with me. Whoever serves best will be allowed to cum. The other will have to try again next week.

Tonight Mike is trying really hard. He hasn't shot his load for almost a month and I know he will do anything. From the corner of my eye I watch him choking with Jake's huge left foot in his mouth while I do the right one and it's kind of funny. I wonder about his true feelings for Jake.

Could this be what he deeply wished for all along?