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Nike Slave
His name is Kristopher and he is a fox. I was attracted to him the first time I met him. He has chestnut brown hair, cut rather short and is a little over six feet tall. He is also slender but not too skinny. Just about what I consider to be average. But, god, he is cute. And since he is so tall, he also has large feet (size 13). He also has a cocky attitude and is slightly vulgar. He has no problem telling people to kiss his ass when they piss him off. Thinking about kissing his ass makes me horny, and if he ever told me to do it, I would tell him, "If you are man enough to drop your drawers, then I'd be man enough to pucker up." Just to see what he would do. Up till now, all I did was daydream about it, and then one day, my opportunity came knocking on the door. This is what happened.
We work for the same company, but in different departments. I am the manager of our Help Desk and he works as a Technical Account Manager. It was his responsibility to go to our customer's site and set up their hardware and install their software. Then, once they have been set up, our Help Desk supports the customer if any technical questions should arise. Well, upper management decided it would be beneficial if Help Desk employees were to accompany the TAMs to do an install. They assigned me to go with Kristopher to set up one of our customer's stores. It was going to be an overnighter so they booked us in a hotel and, to save money, we were to share a room. Boy, was I looking forward to this.
The day came for the install and we finished loading up the van with the equipment. It was late in the afternoon, so we made arrangements to meet back at the office in a few hours so we could get a chance to eat dinner and get our clothes packed for the trip. I went home, packed, got a bite to eat and then returned to the office, thinking about how I would get a chance to see this guy undressing in our room during our stay there and even smell his socks and lick his Nikes while he was in the shower or something. The only problem was that even though I was attracted to guys, and especially their feet, no one knew about it. I was too afraid that I would be ostracized if people knew, so I kept it a secret. But now, I would be spending the night with this guy and I wanted to worship him, suck his toes and smell his feet. But you can't just offer to do that to someone without them getting turned off by it, so I was stuck to worship him in my mind, or was I?
We drove to the customer's site together and because I hated driving, I let him drive. It was going to be a two-hour trip. All I could do is think about what I could do to get him to let me worship his hot ass. We drove for an hour or so and just chatted about this and that to pass the time. As we drove along, I kept thinking about what I could do to get him to let me smell his feet or suck his toes. While I was in silent in thought, I noticed that he started up again with his habit of picking at the skin on the end of his nose. It was a nervous habit he had that everyone at work picked on him for. He didn't actually pick his nose; he just rubbed the tip of it with his two fingers. But we all made fun of him as if he were actually picking it. It was something he did when he was nervous just like some people bite their nails. Even though it looked rather strange, he did it in front of people all the time. We would say, "There he goes again, picking his nose." Sometimes he would get pissed off at people and tell them to kiss his ass. I thought to myself, now would be the perfect time to open that door.
I wanted to worship this guy and do whatever it took to get him to make me his slave and the best way I thought I could do that and not make it look obvious was to get him to win a bet where I would do whatever he wanted me to. I saw a commercial on TV that had a very similar theme. These two guys were watching a sports game on TV while they ate pizza. The one guy makes the comment about his team winning and now the other guy was a loser and had to do his laundry and wash his car. They had obviously made a bet that the one guy lost. Then the loser made a comment about how the pizza was really good and wanted to know who delivered it. The winner of the bet replied that the pizza was store-bought and not delivered. The loser insisted that, pizza that good had to be delivered and so the winner again offered another bet. The next scene, you see the loser in an elevator with no clothes on and a man enters the elevator and asks him if he lost another bet. He just lowers his head in shame and says, "Yeah." I thought that if I could get Kristopher to make a bet like this, I could get him to make me do to him what I was in reality dying to do, but it would look like it was his idea and I could do it without looking like it was my idea. So, I brought up the subject of this commercial.
"Have you ever seen that DiGiorno's Pizza commercial?" I asked him, hoping that he had seen it.
"You mean the one where the guy ends up having to go to work naked?" he asked.
"Yeah, that's too funny." I commented, waiting to see what he would think.
"The guy was a moron for making the bet, I mean, who would really make a bet like that over a pizza being delivered or not?" he exclaimed, hypothetically.
"Yeah, well I would definitely make ANY bet, if I was sure I would win. You know, like with you right now, I'd bet you that you can't make it the rest of the way to the customer's site without picking your nose." I baited him, hoping he would bite.
"I don't pick my nose! I just rub the end of it." He announced with a tone of irritation in his voice as he dropped his hand away from his nose.
"I don't care what you call it," I challenged, "you can't go that long without touching your nose and I would be willing to bet anything cause I know I would win."
"Yeah, well I'm going to make you eat your words. How much money do you want to lose?" came back the reply.
"I tell you what, I need my money for this trip, so instead of betting money, I will bet you that if you can make it to the customer's site without touching your nose even once, then I will grovel at your feet and tell you how great you are or anything else you want, until you get tired of it." I offered.
I was very careful to word the bet this way. I wanted it to sound as though I was offering to praise him about being great or praise him about anything else that he wanted. But if you separate the statement, it could also be interpreted as if I would praise him or DO anything else that he wanted me to do, until he was tired of me doing it. In this way, I was sure that if he would win the bet he would try to twist what I said to his benefit and make me do whatever came to his mind. And I would be sure to give him plenty of ideas to have me please him.
"And if I lose? What do I have to do?" he asked.
"Nothing, because just seeing you struggle to keep from picking your nose is enough to make me laugh." I stated, forcing a laugh out to make my point.
"Oh yeah, well you're on, mister, and you are going to be on you knees groveling for a good long while, I can tell you that right now." He threatened.
"We'll just see about that, Digger, I called him to spur him on.
"You just keep that up and I will laugh at you as you are groveling at my feet while you tell me that I was right and you were wrong and how great I am and how pathetic you are!" he sneered.
The trap was set and I was getting horny just thinking about what he could have me do for him. It gave me a mental rush thinking about me at his feet with him sitting there with a devilish grin as I made him out to be an object of worship. What I had to do now was to make sure that he would win.
"Boy, it really feels good to rub the end of my nose," I would say as I rubbed my nose. "I bet you wish you could do this right about now." I taunted him. This just made him more determined not to touch his nose and ensured me of the loss of the bet. I reminded him every fifteen minutes or so with another dig, just in case he forgot and tried to touch his nose without thinking.
"Yeah, well, I will rub my nose as much as I want as soon as we get there and we only have about half an hour to go. And then you are going to wish you never made this bet." He threatened.
"Well, we're not there yet, and I know you are going crazy wanting to touch your nose." I replied.
He just sniggered.
The rest of the trip went by fast and we arrived at the customer's site and he had a big smile on his face.
"Well, well, well, it looks like someone needs to start worshipping me at my feet." He was trying to rub it in. "What do you have to say now, big shot? Huh? What about how great I am? You're not saying too much. You're not going to back out on out bet are you? Come on, tell me how great I am, loser!"
"You are going to have to wait until we get to the hotel room." I clarified, "Then, and only then will I fulfill my part of the bet." I said, with my cock starting to get hard.
"Oh, you will alright. You can be sure of it! And you are going to be on your knees groveling at my feet like the pathetic loser you are," he stated.
We brought the equipment in to the store and set it in the back room where we would be setting it up the next day. We made arrangements with the store's owner on what we would be doing tomorrow and then got back in the van and headed for the hotel.
"Are you ready to get on you knees and grovel?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
"I was hoping you forgot about that by now." I lied.
"Not on your life. You were stupid enough to make the bet and I am looking forward to you worshipping me. You're going to get down on you knees and fall at my feet, boy. And since you said that you would do it until I was tired of it, I think I will let you grovel all evening until I am ready to go to bed. How do you like that? Huh, groveller? Do you like the idea of spending the evening at my feet like a pathetic nobody?"
He was getting cockier every minute and it made me horny as hell. But I wanted him to do more than just make me grovel, I wanted to be his slave and have him make me get him off. I was trying to think of a way to "up the stakes" on the bet when we pulled in to the hotel parking lot.
"What, nothing to say? Well you will be saying a lot soon. Let's get the room keys so I can see you humiliate yourself, loser." God, how cocky he was. I wanted him badly.
We got the room and grabbed our bags from the van and then walked down the hall to the room. I was getting hard thinking about what was about to happen. It almost made me dizzy in expectation. I have always wanted to be at his feet, but could never just say, "Hey would you mind if I sucked your toes?" without sounding so bizarre, and now he was going to make me do what I have always dreamed of.
He put the key card in the reader and turned the doorknob. The door swung open and he went in and called from in the room, "get in here and you better be on your knees as you come crawling in, too."
He gave me such a head rush. I got down on my knees and came in shuffling my bag along side of me as the door closed behind me. He sat down on the bed and left his legs hanging over the side. His feet were so inviting. They were a size 13 and he was wearing a pair of leather Nike high-tops and the bottoms of his pant legs were bunched at his ankles where they stopped just behind the tongue of his sneakers. The white leather of his Nike's were shiny and creased where his feet bent them as he walked in them every day. They were well worn and broken in. He had them laced to the top and tied with a double knot so that they could not untie by themselves. I wanted to run my tongue over the leather as he wiggled his toes inside them.
"Get over here and start telling me how awesome I am and how pathetic you are loser, and hurry up." He commanded.
My mouth went dry all of a sudden as my cock started to harden. I did not want him to think that I was going to enjoy this so I faked a disgusted look on my face as I worked my way over to him.
"Start groveling." He said as he held his feet up and placed one on each of my shoulders and forced my head down to the floor with his feet and then placed his Nikes under my face.
"You are so awesome," I started out. I was careful to speak in a sarcastic tone so he would think that I was challenging him, but I also wanted him to think of the possibilities he had open to him, if only he would make me do them. So I suggested, "I am not worthy to massage your feet, because you are so great. I am not even worthy to kiss your feet or lick the toe jam from between your toes because I am just a nothing." I hoped that if I said stuff like this, he would think about making me do it as an act of humiliation then command me to do it.
"That's a nice touch, what a good idea! I think I'll have you do that too. Pull my shoes off and rub my feet." He laughed.
I had to make him think that I would resist, so I replied, "Wait a minute, I told you I would grovel at your feet and tell you how awesome you are. Rubbing your feet was not part of the bet."
"If I remember correctly, you said you would do ANYTHING I wanted until I was tired of it. And I want you to rub my feet. So pull my shoe off, right now, and start rubbing!" he commanded as he lifted his foot up toward my face again.
It was working perfectly. I could now raise the stakes and be his slave and do whatever he wanted. I just had to get him to bet again.
"No, what I said was that I would TELL you anything you want, not DO anything you want." I lied.
"You said, 'tell me how great I am OR whatever else I wanted', so you will do what ever I want. That was the bet and you lost, so now you will do what I tell you. Pull off my sneakers and rub my feet, right now, or I will make you eat my toe jam and suck my toes clean for being disobedient."
He was not going to let up on this and he was making me horny enough that I would do literally anything he wanted. So I wanted to seal it with another bet.
"If you want me to do whatever you want then you have to win another bet." I challenged.
"Ok, double or nothing it is then. If you win, it cancels the first bet, he explained, "but if I win, you will have to do WHATEVER I tell you to do, no matter what it is. Is that clear?" he asked.
"It's a bet. If I win, I am free." I stated. I couldn't believe it; he made the bet I was going to suggest myself, except, I didn't want to be let out of my end of it.
"Yeah, but if I win, you are going to be my slave and do everything I command, even rub my feet. And anything else that pleases me, like... well let's just see who wins the bet first." The look on his face was devious. I did not know what he had in his mind, but his attitude was turning me on so bad that I was sure I wanted to do whatever it was.
He went over to the TV, turned it on and then started surfing the channels until he found the 10:00 news. The sports review for the day was going to be on after the commercial and he said "Ok, the bet is going to be that the Celtics are going to win their game today. If they lose, you are released from our first bet. And if they win, you will do exactly whatever I want, with no complaints or any questions for as long as we are here. Deal?" he asked.
"That's right. I will be free." I confirmed.
"More like my fucking slave." He laughed.
"You're the one who will lose, Krissy!" I called him. I knew he hated it when people called him Krissy. He spelled his name with a "K" and Krissy is obviously a girl's name. But I wanted to aggravate him so that he would come up with some nasty things for me to do for him.
"Shut up and don't call me that." He raised his voice. I could see it irritated him. Perfect - this will work out just as I planned.
"Krissy, Krissy, Krissy. What's the matter? You don't like me calling you Krissy?" I kept teasing him.
"Kiss my ass!" he replied.
My cock jumped at the thought of him making me kiss his ass.
"If you want me to kiss your ass, then you'll just have to win the bet and make me do it, Sissy Krissy." I wanted to plant another idea in his head, hoping he would make me do it.
"Shut your fucking hole," he screamed "or I'll shut it for you."
"And how do you plan on doing that, Krissy? Do you think I am just going to stuff a sock in it? Huh, Krissy?"
"You got it asshole. After you kiss my ass, I'm gonna stuff my sock in your fat mouth just as soon as soon as the news comes back on and declares me the winner. And I will make you keep it in your mouth until you learn to keep it shut." He warned.
Just as he finished making his declaration, the news came back from the commercial break and the announcer gave the scores from today's games. And sure enough, the Celtics won.
"Now, slave, let me tell you something! You are going to get over here and you're going to kiss my ass and then I want you to pull my shoes off. Is that clear?" He demanded.
"Yes" I said. It was hard to speak. I was getting a knot in my throat thinking about my dream coming true.
"Yes what?" He asked.
"Yes Ok." I replied.
"No, that's yes, Master." He continued, "you are going to call me master from now on and I am going to make you do whatever I want. And right now I want you pucker up cause I am going to teach you a lesson. I want to show you what your big mouth has gotten you into. Now, get over here and kiss my ass." He commanded.
He rolled over on the bed so that his ass was facing up. But he did not pull his pants down. I wanted to stick my face in his crack, but I guess he was not comfortable enough to pull his pants down in front of another guy. So I kissed his ass anyhow, through his Levis.
"I can't believe you just did that." He exclaimed. "I didn't think you would actually do what I told you."
I just looked at him, not knowing what to say.
"This is going to be fun," he said with a grin on his face. "It looks like I really got myself a little slave. So, do you think it was funny calling me Krissy?" he asked with a smirk.
"Not anymore", I lied.
"I told you I was going to teach you not to call me that and now you're going to learn what it's like to disobey your master. Pull off my shoes, slave." He demanded.
I didn't do anything in response.
"Did you hear me?" He asked with a threatening voice.
"Yes, master." I answered.
"So get on with it, get down on your knees and pull off my sneakers and my socks too." He commanded as he rolled over and lifted his left foot.
I knelt down and untied his left shoe and wrapped my hand around his heel and pulled. It did not want to move at first so I pulled harder. His foot started to slide out slowly and then it came off with one final tug. He sighed lightly as his foot was freed from the sweaty leather. He started wiggling his toes and flexed his foot back and forth stretching out his ankle. His white cotton sock hugged his giant feet. I could smell the scent of the damp leather coming out of his hot sneaker. It aroused me greatly.
"Yeah, that's right, and do the other one too and hurry up." He said.
I untied the other one as well, but this one must have been laced a little bit tighter because it would not come as freely as the other one did. I grabbed it with both hands and pulled. It still would not move. So I started to loose the laces and he barked out,
"What are you doing?"
"I can't pull it off, so I am loosening the laces, duh." I replied.
"Oh no you're not! Pull on it again." He said. This time as I tried to pull the Nike off his giant foot, he placed his other foot just under my nose and started pushing against my face for leverage.
"How does that smell, huh? Don't that smell good?" He laughed as he wiggled his toes and smeared his sweat on my lips and nose. "You just wait til I stuff my sock in your mouth, cause then you're gonna taste it too."
I could feel the heat from sweaty foot cover my lips and chin. The smell was delicious. It was a mixture of leather and sweat and was slightly musty. As he pushed against my face with his foot, it parted my lips and his white, cotton sock rubbed against my teeth. Then his sneaker gave and came flying off as I fell over backwards. I could feel the cool air on the spot where his sweaty foot had been pressed against my mouth and could still faintly smell his foot odor. Now I really wanted to taste it.
"Now," he said, "I told you not to call me Krissy and since you didn't obey me, now you are going to pay for it. Get back over here and pull off my socks, so I can stuff them in your big hole."
I did as he asked and my cock started to swell some more. I wondered what they would taste like after he had been sweating in them all day long. I pulled off his first sock and could feel the heat coming from it as his foot slipped out and fell back to the floor. I started to pull the other one off too and as it slipped over his heel and came off in my hand, I started to lay it on the floor next to the other one.
"Oh no you don't!" he said. "Open your fat mouth!" he said with a grin.
I looked at him and my mouth started to water in expectation. He leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed the sock out of my hand and wadded it into a ball, making sure that his sweaty heel and toes were on the outside of the clump.
"I said OPEN YOUR MOUTH, you little fucker!" he shouted as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his smelly sock into my face.
As I opened my mouth, he shoved the damp sock in and I could taste his sweat instantly. It was salty-sweet and it covered my whole tongue. Then he grabbed the other sock and told me the hold still as he wrapped it around my head and tied it in the back. He pulled it so tight that it jammed his other sock in further and prevented me from spitting it back out. Then he grabbed the heel of the sock and pulled it up over my nose so that his sweat would be the only thing I could smell. "Leave this where I am putting it and take a deep breath. He laughed.
Since his sock was packed in my mouth, I had to breathe through my nose and he made sure that the smelliest part of his sock was placed securely under my nose. There was nothing I could do but smell and taste his smelly, sweaty feet. I took a deep breath and sucked in his musty, damp foot sweat through my nose.
"How do you like that, huh slave? Do you like that? Well, just get used to it, cause I am going to use you like this for the next couple of days. You are going to learn to love my sweaty feet. Now, as you suck my sock there, I want you to rub my feet. And you better do a good job, or I will make you lick them clean too. Now, get on it while I watch some TV."
He lay back on the bed and stuck his feet in my lap. I started rubbing them. I massaged his toes and the balls of his feet and then worked my way down to his heels. I worked on each one, rubbing and massaging them as the sweat slowly dried from off of his feet. After about ten minutes, he looked down at me and said, "That's great, it feels wonderful, but it is not good enough. You can take my sock out of your mouth now and start sucking my toes. I want you to clean the toe jam from in between my toes just like you said you were not worthy to do."
I untied his sock and pulled out his other one from my mouth and it was wet with my saliva. I opened my mouth and he lifted his left foot and stuck his big toe in my mouth. It almost reached the back of my mouth because it was so long. The taste was much stronger than what was on his sock. It was very salty and the smell was also stronger than his socks. It was rich and heavy. He wiggled his toes and spread them out like a fan. "Suck them all and make sure you stick your tongue between each of my toes."
I sucked each one in turn and he moaned as I caressed his toes with my tongue wrapping it around each one. I was getting high from the sensation. And he was getting off on it too. He unzipped his pants and pushed his Levis down to reveal a bulge growing in his briefs. As I moved to his other foot, he started breathing deeper and pulled his cock out of his underwear.
"Oh man, that makes me so horny. Keep sucking my toes while I rub my cock." He said, as he pulled his foot out of my mouth and swapped feet. "Oh, damn that feels good."
I wiggled my tongue between each of his toes and he stroked his cock as it kept growing bigger and bigger. My god, it was huge. Just like his feet. He had to use both hands, one above the other, so that when he wrapped his fingers around his pole, another two inches poked out above his top-most hand. He was enormous. I wanted him to get off, so I started to suck his big toe and pull it in and out of my mouth slowly as I rubbed my tongue all over it while it was in my mouth. This drove him crazy. He started breathing faster and gasped out, "Suck me!"
"What?" I asked.
"Dammit, suck my fucking cock you faggot." He commanded. "I'm gonna start cumming soon, so get your mouth on my cock, right now."
He started stroking himself faster and grunted as he pushed his cock through his fists. I leaned over the bed and he grabbed the back of my head with his right hand while he kept his left hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. He pulled my head closer and stuffed the tip of his cock through my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he shoved his pole in as far as he could and then tightened the grip on the back of my head and forced it in another inch. He was touching the back my mouth with his enormous cock and prevented me from pulling it out because he had his right hand wrapped around the base of my neck. He continued to stroke his cock with his left hand and moaned each time he reached the bottom of his shaft. I could feel thick, slimy fluid ooze out the top of his cock and it coated the back of my mouth each time his hand moved up his pole. It was salty and tasted something like butter. It was his precum and it was giving me an idea of what I was about to taste.
"Tickle my balls." He groaned, as he thrust toward my face. His breathing was very fast now and he was stroking harder and harder and pulling on my head, stronger with each thrust.
I reached out and began to lightly rub my fingertips over his hairy balls. And as I did, they began to contract.
"Oh god," he called. "Oooh, gooooodddddd, uhhh, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh."
He grabbed each side of my head with both hands as he erupted in my mouth. It was hot and I started to gag as it hit the back of my throat. It was sticky and salty as well and there was nothing I could do, but let it fill my cheeks since there was no more room in my mouth. Most of his cock was jammed in my mouth and I could not pull it out as he spurt more and more hot cum in my mouth. He held on so tight, I could not move no matter how hard I tried. He had me held as if my head were in a vice. He pumped six, seven, eight times and each time he thrust, his lunges became slower and slower.
"Uhh, Uhhh, Uhhhhhhhh." He moaned and moaned as his breathing slowed. "Oh yeah, yeah man, take it, uhhhhh, take my load. Eat my cum. Ohhhh, yeaaahhhhh. Swallow it all."
He finally stopped pumping and my cheeks were full of his hot, thick, salty juice. He returned his right hand to the back of my head again being careful not to release the pressure he was using to hold his cock in my mouth and then let go of my ear with his left hand. He started to slowly pull his cock out and said, "Now, faggot, you're going to swallow!"
My eyes grew wide as his meat started to leave my mouth. When his cock head was just about to slide out, he stopped it and repeated, "Swallow my load, you cock sucker."
While he was pulling his cock out of my mouth, the space it used to occupy was being replaced with the cum that was forced into my cheeks and now it started to coat my teeth and tongue. It was like having a mouth full of mayonnaise but slightly saltier. And now, just the tip of his cock was blocking me from spitting his load out of my mouth. I tried to pull the rest of his cock out of my mouth, but he held on tight.
As I tried to struggle against his grip, he told me, "you're going to swallow my shit whether you like it or not! And you're going to swallow every last drop of it, too!"
He reached over with his left hand and rubbed the tip of my nose with is two fingers while he tightened his grip on the back of my head with is right hand. He pinched my nose shut, preventing me from breathing. I could not breathe through my nose and he had my mouth completely blocked with his huge cock. My mouth was completely full of his slimy, viscous, jism and I desperately tried to free myself, but I had no choice. I had to swallow his load. My eyes grew bigger as the seconds past. I couldn't hold it any longer. I manipulated his scum to the back of my mouth and let it slide down my throat. It was like swallowing a gob of jello. It went down smoothly in one glob.
"That's right, suck it down. Yeah, swallow my juice." He grinned as I swallowed a couple of times. "Drink it all, like a good little slave boy." He laughed as he released my head and his cock slipped out of my mouth. A string of saliva mixed with his cum hung from his cock tip to my bottom lip.
"Now, lick my cock clean, I don't want any cum left on it." He demanded.
I stuck my tongue out and rubbed it over his shaft, cleaning every inch of it, as he lay back and relaxed.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That was like heaven. I never shot like that before. I'm gonna have to have you do that again after I can work up another load. Hell yeah, maybe even every day." He thought out loud.
"What do you mean, every day? I thought you said it was just while we're here and we are leaving tomorrow." I asked.
"Yeah, but that was before I got you to eat my cum. I never had anyone who would take my load like that before. It's the best. I have to have a slave that will do that to me again, whenever I want, as many times as I want and you're going to be that slave."
"No way, man. There is no way I am going to do this when we get back home. People will find out and I will never be able to live it down." I stammered.
"I know, and that is exactly why you ARE going to do it. You are going to be my foot-licking, cum-eating, cock sucker or I will tell everyone what you did here tonight. Do I make myself clear?" he asked.
"I guess I have no choice." I said.
"You're damn right. So, then, you're going to be my slave from now on, right?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Yes, what?" he corrected me.
"Yes, master."
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