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Worshipping Jake Chapter 2
OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!
My heart stopped beating at soon as I saw the picture: me, clear as day, running my tongue along Jake's dirty, sweaty shoes right there in class. There was no way to tell whose shoes they were from the picture, but there was no mistaking me, or the fact that other people were just inches away when it was going on.
I was totally fucked! My life was so over. I just stared at the picture on my phone. I didn't even know how to respond. Then Jake texted me again.
"Like it? Pretty good huh?" he texted.
"WTF," I texted back, not knowing how to respond.
"Yeah, that's what I thought too," came the reply. "Hard to believe you were just perving on my feet right there in class. Good thing I got it on video!! LOL".
OH SHIT! He made a video! The pic must be a screen shot! This just kept getting worse and worse!
"Meet me in the back parking lot at school tomorrow at 7:45 fag. Unless you want me to start sharing this vid with everyone HAHA!"
I spent the rest of the night a bundle of nerves. I couldn't sleep a wink, just thinking about how bad this could get. By the time morning came, I was a total wreck. I snuck out of the house and headed to school early so I wouldn't have to deal with my parents.
When I arrived in the back parking lot at school, there were only a few cars there. I sat on a nearby wall waiting on Jake to show up. When I finally saw his pickup truck come roaring into the lot, I about pissed myself with fear. What was he going to do to me? Beat my ass? Probably. Tell everyone I was a fag in love with his feet? Probably that, too. The worst part wasn't that he might tell that to the whole school.
The worst part was that he could prove it.
Instead of pulling over where I was sitting, Jake drove into the middle of the lot and parked. Slowly, he got out of the truck. Reluctantly, I started walking over to him, feeling like a prisoner going to be executed. I couldn't even make eye contact with him.
"Look, Jake, I want to apologize..." I stammered.
"Shut the fuck up faggot. I don't want to hear any of your mouth. Heh, it was your mouth that got you into this mess in the first place," he chuckled.
"Here's what's going to happen," he said sternly, getting right up in my face. He was about six inches taller than me, and a lot more muscular. I knew he was about to beat my ass, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
"This little movie I made means I own you now, " Jake explained. "Unless you want me to text it to the whole school, you're going to be my personal bitch. If I say do it, you do it. If I tell you to jump, you better jump. You'll do what I say, when I say, how I say. As long as you obey and keep me happy, your little nasty secret is safe. If you piss me off, I start sharing pics and vids. Can your little pervert brain grasp all that?" he said, tapping me in the forehead with his finger.
"Yea...yeah. I understand, Jake. But...what do want me to do?" I stammered.
"First thing, bitch, is you start showing me some respect. You address me as `Sir" at all times. I don't care who's around either. Got me, fag?"
"Yes Sir," I replied promptly.
"That's better," Jake said. "Now, you're going to start making my life easier. Every afternoon in last period, I'm gonna give you my homework assignments for all my classes, and you're going to do them for me. Shit better we right, too, or its your ass, bitch. Then you'll meet me here each morning at this time with my homework ready to go. And stop and get me some breakfast on your way. I'll text you what I want each morning. You can pay for it, too," he laughed.
"But, Jake...er...Sir, I don't have a lot of money," I replied.
"I don't give a fuck bitch! Figure it out. Just make sure you are waiting on me here each morning with my breakfast order, or you're going to be the newest media star of the school," he said.
I gulped, "Yes sir."
Jake looked me right in the eyes, his blue eyes burning into mine. I could see his disdain for me in them.
"Now get down on your faggot knees and kiss my feet, bitch. And tell me how grateful you are I'm not exposing you," Jake ordered me.
"You mean...here? In the parking lot, Sir?" I was stunned at his order. Part of me couldn't believe that this jock god would allow me to kiss his beautiful feet; the other part of me was scared shitless that one of my classmates or a teacher would see me on my knees with my lips pressed to Jake's feet.
"Yeah, fag, right here," he replied cockily. "Better hurry before more people arrive. Getting close to first period." He was grinning an evil grin at me. How could anyone this beautiful also be so evil?
I glanced around. I noticed that the parking lot was just beginning to fill as more students arrived. Knowing I was more likely to be seen the longer I waited (not to mention risking Jake's anger), I sank to my knees. Funny, for months now, every time I saw Jake, my eyes had immediately gone to his big feet to see what shoes he was wearing, but not today. For the first time, I noticed he was wearing the Chuck Taylors I'd sniffed and licked yesterday. Like the day before, I was mesmerized by them. I bent over and kissed Jake's right foot, then his left.
"Thank you for not showing the picture or video to anyone, sir. Thank you for not exposing me. I'm very grateful, Sir."
I kissed both his feet again, for good measure.
"Pathetic faggot," Jake snickered, and he walked off toward the school, leaving me on my knees in the middle of the parking lot next to his truck. I could hear him chuckling as he walked away. I was still in shock from what had just happened, as well as what I just did.
My dick had never been harder in my life.