by Kink
“Get up, boy!” These were the words of my new Master, Troy.
My body ached and my tight hole felt battered and bruised. I awoke to see Troy standing over my bed, wearing a tight black tank top and black underwear with a white trim. He had that same cold, merciless expression I saw on his face last night when he beat me and fucked me into submission.
I don’t know why I didn’t fight back, I should have, but I didn’t. Troy was only a few inches taller than me and more muscled for sure, but there was something about him that made me feel inferior to him. I just stared up at him, the hairs on his body shining in the sun light that breached the dorm windows made him glow.
“Good morning,” I finally spoke, nerves struck me and my voice felt weak.
“You seemed so tired this morning, so I thought I’d let you sleep in.” Troy said, almost thoughtful, but there was a lashing whip waiting in his eye. Something sinister, but the very sight of him triggered my arousal.
I quickly looked at my phone and saw I had slept for an extra hour than I planned to, that didn’t give me a lot of time to get myself ready for my classes.
“Yeah, you’ve already missed breakfast,” Troy said as he saw the panic in my face from checking the time. The mention of food made my stomach groan, I needed my strength after last night. Last night, how could I ever forget that, the way he made me feel so worthless, but thinking about his powerful cock inside me again made mine harden.
“But don’t worry, I brought some cereal back for you,” He smirked.
“Thanks,” I said, feeling awkward. I had come to learn that with his smirk followed something humiliating. I got up from my bed, and Troy walked over the small sink and counter we had in the room. I noticed he was wearing some dirty white sports socks, they left damp sweaty foot prints on the wooden flooring, my mouth watered just thinking about smelling and tasting them. Troy picked up a white bowl and a small carton of milk. He took them over to his desk, I walked towards him and reached for the bowl.
He grabbed my arm and glared at me. “Did I say you can have it yet, faggot?” he spoke down to me, his tone was firm as his grip.
“No,” I stuttered. His other hand grabbed my balls through my underwear and squeezed them tight. I winced in pain, they were still sore from being kicked and crushed last night. The pain brought me to my knees and that’s when he finally let go.
“That’s better,” Troy said from above, he looked down at me in disgust. “That’s where you belong, you understand? Down there on your hands and knees like a dog. In fact, why don’t you show me how much of a good dog you really are?”
He picked up the bowl and put it down at his feet in front of me, I paused and didn’t know what to say. I had figured he wanted me to eat the cereal out of the bowl at his feet, but I froze awaiting his next command. He didn’t say a word he just glared down at me, watching and waiting. I then lowered myself and leaned my face down to the bowl.
“Wait.” Troy stopped me, using his foot to keep my head away from the bowl. I just knelt there obediently waiting for what was coming next. “I forgot your milk,” Troy grinned. He opened the carton and took a sip, “but first, take my sock off, boy.”
I did as I was told and reached for his left socked foot, bringing it near my face. I wanted to bury my nose deep into the grimy, dark soles and press my nose into his toes, but I restrained myself and started to pull the sock down his leg.
Troy kicked me in the face. “With your teeth, mutt!” he barked.
“Sorry,” I said in a panic. Why did he make me feel this way? Why can’t I just get up and walk away? Why was my cock oozing precum every time he looked me?
He kicked me again, harder this time. “Sorry, what?”
I stared at him, finding it hard to look away. “Sorry, Master.”
He smirked when I said it, taking great pleasure in my humiliation and the power he had over me, the power I had surrendered to him.
“Get back to work, boy. Before I drink the rest of your milk and you don’t want to know what I’ll use as a substitute.” He grinned.
I leaned into his leg, resting his foot against my shoulder. He pressed his sole firmly against me as I pulled the sock with my teeth. They had a faint stale sweaty smell and taste to them. I managed to slip his slightly damp foot free from his sock. He then pressed his foot against my face and I leaned into his sole, kneading my face deep into it, kissing and sniffing hungrily. I completely lost myself.
I saw Troy smirking down at me, seeming satisfied at my response. He dragged his foot down my face and leaned forward, putting his foot into the cereal bowl and poured the remaining milk over his toes. He leaned back, looking down at me again, I could read in his eyes what he expected of me, but I waited. I wanted to hear his voice command me.
“Eat your breakfast, dog.” He sneered, mashing the cereal in-between his toes and under his sole.
I leaned down and kissed and sucked the cereal from his foot, showing my gratitude to his big powerful Alpha stinking feet.
“Good, boy. You should be grateful for my kindness faggot.” Troy began. “I was planning to make you do this in front of my friends at the mess hall. Show everyone what a worthless piece of shit you really are. But since you were such a good slut last night and took my cock nice and deep, I thought I would reward you with breakfast at my feet. Aren’t you a lucky boy?”
I continued to lick and suck my breakfast through his foot, the milk tasted salty from his sweaty toes, but it made it taste incredible.
He removed his foot from my lips and stood up, I felt a hard kick to my side I rolled onto my back and he slammed his foot down onto my throat. I choked as his foot stomped down on me. I looked up seeing the fire in his eyes once again he applied more pressure with his foot and I struggled to breathe.
“Fucking piece of shit faggot. Don’t you ever keep me waiting again. When I ask you a question you answer, do you understand you pathetic worm?” Troy barked down at me. But I couldn’t answer him I was choking under his foot. Suddenly I felt his crushing weight loosen and I gasped for air, he kept his foot resting on my throat glaring down at me without mercy.
“Yes Master,” I quickly gasped. His expression didn’t change, he still looked down at me in disgust. He cleared his throat and then spat on my face. He looked down at my crotch, noticing my hard cock bulging through my underwear.
“You really are pathetic, aren’t you faggot.” Troy said, stomping down on my throbbing dick. I winced from the pain, but my dick twitched and hardened even more as he mashed it under his foot. “Do you like it when I hurt you faggot? What sort of freak are you?” Troy seemed intrigued. “Answer me, Faggot!”
“Yes Sir, I like it when you crush my dick under your foot Sir. I love everything about your feet Master.” I had completely lost myself now, I wanted to belong to him and worship his feet always. Troy pressed harder on my dick and began to rub my hard cock under his sole, it felt so good, he looked godly above me, his muscles kept flexing as he applied more pressure, I loved the way he looked down at me, his Superior smug face drove me crazy. I couldn’t hold it back any longer, my load had built up and exploded through my underwear. The warm sticky cum felt good against my skin. I looked up at Troy and smiled from my release, but he still glared down at me, he stepped down on my face.
“Kiss my foot and thank me faggot.” My Master demanded. I obeyed and kissed his foot.
“Thank you, Master.” I said, eagerly kissing his sole.
“Get yourself cleaned up, you disgust me.” Troy said as he stepped off my face and then ignored me.
To be continued if more requests are made…
