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After that fateful day on the deck, my life took a surreal turn and I barely recognized myself in the rapid change in my circumstances that Johnny was directing.
As I expected, Johnny quickly grew confident and comfortable in his role as my Master, cementing his authority over all aspects of my life. In addition to routine visits to his summer house for domination and foot worship, I was given many assignments to simplify Johnny’s life and ensure my complete availability to him. He told me that I needed to find a new apartment within walking distance to campus. He would be living there and I would be paying for it.
I was expected to sleep at the foot of Johnny’s bed every night. When he had company of any kind, I was going to sleep on a cot set up in the attic. I was also expected to use the back door to come and go so that none of Johnny’s friends would know about his “roommate.” I was responsible for grocery shopping, preparing meals and cleaning the house. At meal time, I ate my meal from a bowl on the floor next to Johnny. Often times, he treated me by sticking his bare foot in my bowl and letting me lick my meal off of his foot.
My days were incredibly busy between my regular job responsibilities on campus and my full complement of slave duties, including doing all of Johnny’s homework. Since I couldn’t take Johnny’s in-class exams for him, I had agreed to chat up his professors in the faculty lounge to figure out what material would be on the tests. I also had to review my own grades with Johnny to be sure he approved of the grades I was giving his classmates. “Those look mostly ok, little buddy, but I’m going to change a few of these,” he sometimes said. He trained me pretty quickly how to assign A’s to his close friends and C’s to the kids he didn’t like.
I was pretty wiped out by the end of most days. Most nights, I got rewarded with some quality time at Johnny’s studly feet – caressing, licking, rubbing them to my heart’s content. Sometimes Johnny would even walk barefoot on my back and legs, giving me a much-needed massage that also allowed him to explore a new means to demonstrate his dominance.
Johnny had also decided that I didn’t need my car anymore, because I could walk to campus now. So I turned over the keys to him. He kept one of my credit cards to cover the maintenance of it. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m not gonna bankrupt you. You are serving me so much better by paying for the gas for my car.“ He smiled as he referred to the car as his. I would gladly sign the deed over to him, and I wondered whether he might eventually tell me to do so. He allowed me to take the car out to handle household chores or to run personal errands for him – like, he had decided he liked to wear a new pair of socks every day, so I needed to buy and maintain a supply of the right sizes and colors. Even as he extended his dominance, he remained a benevolent master. He would insist that I go visit my family a couple of times a month and let me take the car.
But despite his unquestioned authority, he was never mean or threatening. It was clear that he had started doing some research on the foot domination scene. He asked me once if I wanted him to treat me more roughly. “Like do you want to be spit on you or kick you and shit?”
I said, “No, I like how friendly you are to me even if we are not equals. But you can do whatever you want to me and I’d gladly accept any kind of attention you wanted to give me, Sir. The worst punishment ever would be having to be away from your feet for a day.”
He laughed, “You know, boy, you are such a devoted little slave, I can’t even imagine needing to discipline you!”
He knew I wanted him to just take over and direct me, so he repeatedly pushed the envelope, and in the process, vastly expanded my dependence and obsession. I thought about him 24 hours a day and tried to think of more ways to subjugate myself to his authority and control. But Johnny had already developed a greater appreciation for the master-slave relationship than I had. Sometimes I would ask him if he wanted me to do things for him, but he had more quickly learned the art of being a master than I had that of the slave role.
“Boy, I know you want to please me with your suggestions. But it’s more important for you to focus on your obedience and devotion. I want you to save your energy for doing what I tell you to do and not try to think of anything but following my instructions, ok?” He patted me on the head like a faithful dog and walked out of the house before I could respond. But it didn’t matter – we both knew I was fully invested in becoming the weakest, most docile slave there was.
Johnny also continued to find creative ways to tempt me with his feet. I put his shoes and socks on for him every morning and removed them at the end of the day, and Johnny often coached me to do so with my teeth instead of my hands. Most days he showed up at my office after his team practices looking for a tongue bath to clean up his sweaty feet. I readily got onto my knees and let Johnny take over my chair, proceeding to devour his feet with every ounce of my energy until he told me to stop.
During my office hours, Johnny would often hide under my desk and prop his giant feet up in my lap so I could massage his arches and soles while his visiting classmates were stopping by with questions, completely oblivious to what was going on under the desk. He found great humor in the anxiety this routine created in me. Eventually, he even started tying one of my hands to his foot to make it impossible for me to detach myself from my massage duties.
During one of these office visits, Johnny decided he wanted to “raise the stakes.” “Boy, I have an idea. You know Tina in my class?” I may be turned on by guys, but Tina is a supermodel-gorgeous senior who turns the head of any straight or gay guy who walks by her. She is not someone anyone would forget. “So I’m gonna get with her this weekend – she doesn’t know it yet. But I think I want to bang her right here on your desk. And I want to figure out how you can be here to watch it – and maybe even have you suck on my feet while we are having sex.”
I was speechless. I was not going to question his choice – mostly because it sounded incredibly hot to me. But I wanted to help him think this through without sounding disobedient. “Sir, that would be amazing. Have you thought about how you would explain to Tina that you had my office key?”
“Oh, that’s easy. I’ll just tell her that I’m working with you on a ‘research project’ or something and that you gave me a key to access your books or whatever. Don’t worry little buddy, she doesn’t need to know that I’m actually the boss in this situation! Hahaha…”
“Ok, that sounds good. And how will I be able to be here, Sir? I assume Tina wouldn’t be excited to see me in the room.”
“That’s easy too. You’ll be here.” Johnny pointed down to the giant equipment bag he had lugged up to the office with him. “Get in and I’ll show you how it will work.”
The bag was about 6 feet long, so I guessed I would fit inside it length-wise. But was I supposed to take the equipment out of the bag? As I started to unzip the bag, the pungent aroma of my Master’s athletic life punched me in the face. Johnny explained further. “Actually, it will be a pretty tight fit in there, and I don’t want to take my stuff out and smell up the place. So just strip down naked and then climb in.”
I shuddered slightly at the prospect of being so vulnerable to Johnny’s whims, but I had long ago decided to completely trust his capacity to take care of me as his subordinate. I stripped down to my boxers and looked at Johnny. Without blinking, he gently directed me, “Those too.” I pulled down my shorts, and all these months later, was still sporting a rigid erection that was almost painful anytime Johnny controlled me in a physical way. “Hey boy, don’t be embarrassed. That’s a pretty decent rocket you got there. And not that I want to touch it, but it’s sorta a sign of respect.”
I weakly smiled and started to climb into the bag, trying to make space amidst his sweat-soaked gear. The bag turned out to be pretty empty, which made me wonder how spontaneous this plan really was. Finally I settled down, with my bare feet finding their way inside Johnny’s still-warm cleats.
“Good work, boy. Let’s zip this up and see how it works.” And suddenly I was enclosed in the bag as if it were my coffin, with only a small opening for my face.
“You know what, why should I wait for the weekend? I bet I could go find Tina and get her back here really easily. I’m gonna just leave you in that bag for now, boy.” Johnny stood over me and started plotting his plan. He picked my bag up (with one hand, of course) and moved me a couple of times, until I was positioned with my head close to the bottom of my desk.
“Ok this seems mostly fine, except I’ve got to cover your face. Let me find something.” Johnny opened the bag a bit and started rummaging around, occasionally manhandling my naked body like I was a barbell at the gym. I started to worry that the grip of his powerful hands might cause me to ejaculate in his face. He grabbed his jock strap and wrapped it around my nose. And he found a couple of sweat socks from his practice and draped them over my forehead and mouth. “That oughta cover you up pretty well. You’ll probably prefer to breathe that way anyways, right boy?”
“Yes Sir. Absolutely.” I felt as vulnerable right now as I had at any point since Johnny had found me out on his deck jerking myself off with his footwear.
“When I get back here with Tina, I need you to be quiet as a mouse, ok? Just have your mouth ready to go to work on my foot when I press it down on your face. Can you handle that?”
“You got it, Sir. I promise to obey your orders.”
“Great. I’m gonna shove all your clothes in my backpack and then put it in my locker. I don’t want Tina to accidentally go through it and see your clothes. Alright I’ll be back soon. Just stay put.”
Well, I was lying naked inside an equipment bag that was zipped from the outside, unable to even move my arms. So I assume Johnny was being sarcastic, because there really was no prospect of me going anywhere. And yet being encased in this monument to his athletic skill – and about to be witness to his sexual prowess, I felt so intimidated and impressed. If I had been in college with Johnny, I am sure we would never have been friends, and right now, I was being reminded of two (of many) ways he was so far out of my league.
In addition to knowing how to dominate weak men, Johnny clearly had a talent for seducing gorgeous women. Because within 10 minutes, he returned to the office with Tina.
“So where is Professor today?,” Tina asked.
“Oh he’s really buried in some other work,” Johnny replied. That was certainly a factually correct statement. “I guarantee he won’t be bothering us.”
Johnny casually closed the door and expertly switched the lock without making a sound. I was reminded of how he snuck up on me out on the deck that day and remained puzzled over how such a big man could move so quietly.
“So he left me the key, and I’ve got the place to myself.”
“It’s so quiet up here.”
“Yeah, no one really comes down this end of the corridor. Lots of privacy I guess. Gets pretty lonely working up here, though. That’s why I wondered if you were up for keeping me company for awhile.” I couldn’t see anything, but I was sure that Johnny was flashing a smile and his puppy dog eyes to seduce Tina.
Tina ate it up and flirted right back. “So what were you thinking? Isn’t there work you have to do?”
“What, this? It can wait.” At which point Johnny pushed everything on my desk to the floor with one sweep of his arm. “I was thinking maybe we could work on a team project.” I could hear Johnny’s hand grazing Tina’s shoulder.
She offered minimal resistance. “That might be fun. Are you serious though? I mean this is Professor’s office! You sure we won’t get caught? ”
“Yeah I am absolutely certain he won’t be bothering us. It’s just us…and this desk. There is nothing else of consequence in this room.”
And for the next few minutes, the only thing I heard were Johnny and Tina’s lips locking with one another and then their hands roaming all over their bodies. Clothing was rapidly removed and suddenly they were both laying atop my desk – or what used to be my desk. I was getting aroused as well – while I was generally more attracted to guys than girls, I always found it hot to watch straight sex. And this was my first ever “live show.” It took every ounce of energy to stay completely still. One wrong move and I would be creating unknowable consequences.
Johnny soon threw his boxer shorts on the small opening that had been my breathing hole, signaling to me that they were both completely naked now. I was desperate for a quick glimpse of the action. I had never actually seen Johnny’s cock and of course wondered how well hung he was. That question was quickly resolved thanks to Tina’s own interest in the subject.
“Woah, you’re really big.”
“That’s what I hear,” Johnny said confidently.
“I’ve never been with a guy who was so big.”
“So this’ll be one to remember for all sorts of reasons then.”
After some time crawling around together on top of the desk, Johnny stood up and maneuvered Tina into a seated position on the edge of the desk. Finally, the moment I had been anticipating arrived and a size 14 foot slowly dug its way through the debris on top of me and was planted on my face. I quietly started licking Johnny’s sole. With one foot on my face, Johnny braced himself with his other leg and lifted Tina around his waist and started plowing her endlessly. As his thrusts grew stronger, so did the pressure on my face. I started to worry that Johnny might break my nose, but he shifted his foot 90 degrees to completely cover my eyes and forehead. As my mind dizzied from the completely unbelievable situation in which I found myself, I wondered if Tina would notice that Johnny had his foot in his gym bag and might find it odd. Clearly she was preoccupied with other matters.
For the next hour, I listened as Tina and Johnny kept going, wondering when he would shoot his load and amazed at his stamina. They used every corner and surface of my office it seemed and Johnny made a point to come back for more foot licking throughout the sex marathon. Finally, with Johnny’s foot planted on me, pushing my face 90 degrees sideways, he exploded like a long-dormant volcano, leaving Tina nearly unconscious on the side of my desk.
Johnny and Tina lay quietly on the desktop for a while, leaving me alone in my bag, extraordinarily envious of Tina’s closeness to my man-god. After a few minutes, Tina looked at her watch and realized she was late for her class and put her clothes on quickly.
“That might be the craziest thing I’ve ever done…Text me, let’s meet up again.”
“You bet. And hey, do me a favor. I don’t care if your friends know we were together. But don’t tell them we used Professor’s office. I don’t want word getting out and causing anyone grief.”
“Yeah, no worries. Let’s keep this our secret spot! See ya.” And Tina disappeared after a quick but tender kiss.
Johnny relocked the door after it closed and bounded over to my gym bag, unzipping it quickly. “That was crazy hot, boy. I bet you enjoyed it, huh?”
My mind went into overdrive as I was staring at Johnny butt naked. When he realized that he had neglected to put any clothes back on before checking on me, he just laughed and said, “Well, boy I’m sure you’ve been dreaming about getting to see this for a long time.”
I felt safe enough to openly express my appreciation for the physical specimen that was standing over me. “Sir, I have to say that I definitely have wondered about it and all I can say is – wow. You have a magnificent cock. I mean, I am surprised Tina could even walk after all that.”
“Aw thanks boy. That’s sweet. She was definitely hobbling a little bit! Here, I want to give you a little reward for being so obedient and respectful.” And with that, Johnny grabbed his cock, shook out a few lingering drops of cum onto his finger, which he then thrust into my mouth. I sucked his finger like a baby with a bottle.
“I knew you’d like that boy.” Come on, get out of that bag. I wanna go home so you can get started on dinner.” And with that, I jumped out of the bag. As I escaped my former tomb, I remembered that I was also naked. I stood there, embarrassed, not knowing what to do or say. I couldn’t stop staring at Johnny’s body. He dwarfed me in every respect. Johnny’s now-relaxed cock seemed to be longer than my stiff one…To say I was intimidated was an understatement.
“Well, you can admire the view all you want boy, but don’t be getting any ideas. I’m still into girls, in case you didn’t notice,” Johnny said playfully.
“No, Sir, I would never expect any physical contact with you. Other than with your feet. And then only if I deserve it, Sir.”
My heart raced as I thought of an idea.
“Sir, may I ask you a question?”
“Sure boy, what?”
“Well, Sir, before we do anything else, do you suppose I could kneel in front of you and worship your feet – just the way we are. I promise to keep my hands off you. And you can tie me up if you want to be sure. Please Sir, you know I would do anything you say. I know I’m not supposed to make any suggestions, but I can’t help it right now. I just would love to have a few minutes to…admire you if that might be ok.”
Johnny laughed. “What the hell, alright boy. I want to relax for a bit anyways. Get down on your knees and crawl over here.” I followed Johnny over to the small sofa on the far side of my office. When I got there he pushed me down into a squatting position and hoisted his left leg up on my shoulder. He placed his right foot in my face. “Suck on my toes one at a time, then make sure to clean between them. I’ll let you know when you are done with that part.”
With one hand propping up his heel and the other wrapped around his thick instep, I lowered my mouth onto Johnny’s big toe and sucked on it like an ice pop on a hot summer day. My tongue and hands both sent me in to sensory overload as they caressed his warm, tender, smooth skin. I looked up at Johnny’s incredible body – the toned legs, the thick long cock, his well defined torso, the chiseled arms and chest, broad shoulders, strong neck and jaw, and finally his unbelievably beautiful face. As I looked into his blue eyes, I imagined jumping into them, like they were ponds in a tropical paradise. He looked at me in amazement. “I couldn’t make this up. I mean who would even believe it if I told them that my professor begged me to get on his knees and suck on my toes?” I continued to service each square inch of both my Master’s feet as he directed me with different tasks.
Eventually he took his foot from my mouth and stood up. “Alright boy. That’s enough for now, I’m hungry. I want steak for dinner tonight, ok? And don’t forget you have an essay to write tonight. I want that done by the time I get home from the bar.” Johnny had quickly thrown on his shirt and jeans. “Put my shoes and socks on for me quickly, and I’ll go get your clothes from the locker. Then we can get going.” When I finished placing my Master’s footwear back on his feet, he tousled my hair like I was a child and quickly headed down the hall to retrieve my clothes. “Wait right there on your knees til I come back.”
As Johnny walked out, I grabbed my cock and jerked off within seconds. I then just stared into space, speechless and in awe of the greatness of my Master and the sheer ecstasy I got from being his foot slave…
