Eureka! Finally, I have managed to to depolarize the microscopic metallic ends of my nanobots. Now with only a few simple re-circuiting changes I can program them to do anything . . .
Tom and I have always been the best of friends. We shared many things together: our first day of school, graduation and everything in between. Now Tom and I have been selected and we have even enrolled into the same college.
My perspective on my best friend changed at the onset of puberty. It was around the age of thirteen that I started to notice other boys and especially their feet. Tom was one of the boys that almost continually walked barefoot with his perfect feet through my fantastical thoughts. Though there were many boys who had roles in the production, which were my day dreams, Tom had the main role and he was the most prolific character.
Many years passed, during which I consoled myself with my vivid imagination and my fantasies. I never had enough courage to actually attempt what I fantasized about. Never would I use Tom for the benefit of my own pleasure.
However, recently I have lost all moral restraint and I have decided to taste the foot sweat of Tom, one way or another.
Being a micro-mechanics major, I am quite smart and after years of trial and error, I have finally perfected my nanobots, all done in complete secrecy.
I adjusted a few programming commands and aligned the function of my nanobots to my thoughts, with this functionality I would be able to control someone else’s thoughts and actions through my nanobots. And I think I have just the person I would like to do the first scientific trial on . . .
It was a warm Friday night and I invited Tom over for a couple of drinks and just to catch up on how he has been. Earlier in the day I ingested set A of my nanobots, now all I had to do was get Tom to ingest set B of the nanobots and he would be under my control.
He came over to my apartment wearing what I loved seeing him in. he had a navy-blue shorts which sits above the knee on, he wore a black vest and he had a pair of white sneakers on with white ankle socks. I could have dropped to my knees, right there and then, but I restrained myself.
Tom and I sat down in my living room. We took a couple of shots. Tom was unaware that with every shot he took he was ingesting more and more of my nanobots. As the alcohol and the nanobots of set B started to take hold, I saw the effects on Tom.
Within about twenty minutes, Tom was completely under my control. Any thing I visualized him doing, he done. This is when the fun began.
AS I FANTASIZED ABOUT WHAT TOM COULD DO TO TO ME, IT HAPPED AT THE SAME TIME.
Tom screamed, “Get down on the floor you foot whore”, in the most demanding tone I have ever heard my best friend speak in. I complied with instant obedience.
There I was lying at the feet of my best friend. For some bizarre reason my life seemed complete. I lay still, just savouring the moment when I heard Tom yell, “What the hell, I thought you were naked already ”.
With that, I quickly undressed myself and lay back at the feet of this demanding foot God. Tom laughed as he saw a certain part of me was unable to lie down completely as it was engorged with the prospects of what was about to occur.
My master said in a firm, yet surprisingly soft voice, “Take off both my sneakers and enjoy yourself with my socked feet and the smell of a real man”. I need not be asked twice; I immediately moved closer and slipped both his sneakers off. With that, the smell of my master’s feet permeated the air around me. I took a great sniff of his socked feet, they smelled of dreams.
The pleasant odor was everything which I anticipated and more. It had that traditional masculine foot smell with a under current of (OH, MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT AMAZING SMELL).
I lay down and my master put both his socked size thirteens on my face and started rubbing them all over. I just sticked out my tongue and welcomed every brush I had with perfection.
I then got on all fours, bowed to my master and took his godly socked appendages in my hands and began worshipping them like my masters life depended on it.
I forced all five sock-covered toes on his left foot into my mouth and then all five on his right foot as well. I was in heaven. I then moved my mouth and started to lightly bite his sock-covered heels and the rest of his soles. He seemed to enjoy this, and that motivated me to do an even better job of it.
Just as I found my rhythm with my master’s ankle socks, he demanded; “Take off my socks and show me how much you adore my feet”.
I could not believe it, but a fantasy that I have been enjoying for the past eight years of my life was finally becoming a reality.
Obviously, I used my teeth to rip my master’s socks off . . .
There, right before me, were two of the most beautiful entities I have ever seen.
My master has the most perfect feet. On each foot his toes are perfectly aligned to one another, the decline in length of his godly toes, from the biggest to the smallest was impeccable. He had toenails which were a bit long, they were translucent-white in color and had no defects. The tops of his feet had a network of veins, which gave them that masculine look, without looking unnatural. The heels of his feet had the slightest layer of hard skin, which gave them that irresistible manly appeal. The rest of his sole seemed like a work of art, just the right amount of wrinkles and dry skin deposits. The underside of his toes were perfect, the only time I had seen such perfect toes from the bottom was in an animated foot porn movie.
Overall, my master had some of the most perfectly masculine feet I had ever seen.
“Show me how much they mean to you”, my master said. With that, my life officially began.
I put the big toe from his left foot in my mouth and sucked like never before. I licked the underside; I also acquainted my tongue with the skin underneath his toenail. I repeated this action on every other toe, treating it like it was coated with the cure for cancer and I was a dying leukemia sufferer.
I then shifted my focus to the tops of his feet. I traced the intricate pattern created by my master’s foot veins with my tongue, with this I became even more entangled in my lust for my master’s feet.
After servicing my master’s tops, I lifted his feet up and started worshipping his heels. I bit on the dry skin and probably ingested countless bacteria and maybe even some dead skin cells. This thought send chills of utter pleasure up and down my spine. I nibbled and licked my way up his soles, until I reached the underside of his toes once again. There I buried my tongue in every crevice created between my master’s toes.
As the worshipping session was winding down, I was startled when I heard my master scream, “Get me a nail clipper”.
I crawled to a nearby cabinet, opened it and retrieved a nail clipper; this one had a catchment base at the bottom of the blades, to hold the nail clippings.
I held the nail clippers up to my master and he said, “Are you stupid, who is the slave here!? Clip my toenails you dumb foot animal!” Immediately I started to clip my master’s toenails, from his over powering big toes to his smaller, yet extremely masculine pinky toes.
When I was done, I licked each nail, devouring every bit of salty toe jam I could find (which I could now reach as my master’s toenails were clipped). The appearance of just cut toenail gave way to well trimmed toenail as my saliva coated his flawless toenails.
After this, I knew what was coming.
“Eat them”.
That’s all my master said. With that command, I opened the catchment base and saw it was filled to the brim. My master’s toenail clippings looked delicious. I emptied the entire catchment base into my mouth, I chewed and chewed, the act of eating my master’s toenails was driving me insane.
While I was chewing, my master wrapped his bare feet around my member and started moving his feet up and down.
He increased his pace as he saw my face contort.
With that I exploded like a sockless, sweaty foot out of a soaked sneaker on a hot summers day. Simultaneously, I swallowed my master’s toenail clippings and covered his immaculate toes in my love cream.
After savouring the moment for a few minutes, I thought Tom to sleep, wiped his feet clean, put on his socks and sneakers, erased any memory he might have of our session and then caused the nanobots to disintegrate – to be of no harm to him.
I then cleaned myself and got dressed. With a drink in hand I woke Tom and said, “Wow, you were out cold for a while, you must have not drank in some time. But it is okay, I kept myself busy”.
While standing up, a bit disorientated, Tom looked at me with a foggy gaze and said that he better be off. Three hours had pass since he came. We both seemed to have lost track of time.
As I walked Tom to the door, we greet each other and he walked out. Then as he walked down the passage I called out to him, “Thank you Tom”, with that he stopped, turned his head, winked at me and said, “My pleasure”. He then just continued to walk on.
