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Suffering for Shoes. A hardcore gay foot, sock, and shoe worship fantasy including ballbusting, trampling, retefism, and bondage.

When I was 19, I knew I had a feet l, socks, and shoe fetish. I didn't know how bad my shoe fetish was until after I had been going to see this 35 year old studly daddy for a while.

I saw his ad online. He only lived about 15 miles from me. Over in the college town.

His pics were great. He was a stud. Black hair brown eyes. He was 6 foot 3 inches tall. Really Manly face. A clean trimmed beard. He was straight bodied. Not any rips. Not any fat. Big Hands. Awesome huge feet.

In his pic. He was very well dressed. He had on an expensive leisure suit, black sheer socks, and really nice loafers. They must be 13 extra extra wide. His feet were thick, wide, high arched, with big long toes. He was smoking a cigar and drinking whiskey on ice in a house bar.

He had pics of briefs, socks, shoes, cigars, whips, chains, bondage equipment and BDSM furniture. Different outfits.

His about me section said that he was a fetish master and could accommodate most fetishes. He was well experienced in a great number of ways.

I messaged him and asked if he would like to talk.

He asked what experiences and fetishes I had done. He said don't be embarrassed. He was sure he had boys who were more inexperienced with fetishes worse than me. He said to be honest with him.

I said I liked shoes, socks, and feet.

I said I had sucked cock twice. Pete was 29. Pete was strict and never let me talk. He was a prick and called me a worthless fag. He said I wasn't very good at sucking cock. I had to keep my mouth on his cock at all times. If I was talking, he just crammed his cock in my mouth. I don't know why but I liked it for some strange reason. Maybe I am just a worthless fag like Pete said.

The second time I was over there Pete caught me smelling his shoe. He said I was a worthless disgusting shoe fag in a very nasty way. He had me leave. I feel really bad about myself now.

The daddy asked me why I like not talking. I said that always screwed things up. Nobody ever dated me. I loved sucking him. When I was over there over there I didn't have to explain anything. I couldn't say anything wrong.

He asked me if I felt better about myself sucking cock on my knees or having somebody suck my cock on their knees.

I told him I had never had anybody suck my cock. I felt real good about myself when I was sucking Pete's cock. He said nasty stuff that made me feel bad about myself but I felt really good about myself being between Pete's legs.

He asked me if I would do what he told me to do like a good sub boy if he let me suck his toes and smell his shoes.

I said, I'll do what you want if I can. I don't know very much but I'll try.

I asked what sub boys are?

He said sub boys are wimps and pussy boys that most gays don't want. He said all though I was 6 foot 0 inches tall. I wasn't a man. I was a bit chubby and had titties from being too much of a home boy. I had too of a small of a cock. I wasn't strong enough to tell anybody to do anything.

I knew he was right.

He said I sounded like a good college boy. He said that he was sure I was a sub boy. I was born to be between a guy's legs and beneath his feet. He said he could make me his sub shoe boy. That smelling shoes and licking feet is sick and disgusting, like Pete said it was. He said all sub boys have something they like that's sick and disgusting. He said that's why they have to be sub boys. They must serve real men and pay for their sick perversions. He said he would let me smell and lick feet, shoes, and socks. If I agreed to do what I was told.

He said he wanted a sub boy. He would show me. I didn't have to know anything. He would teach me. I would not have to talk very much. I just had to do as I was told. He said I can leave at any time I wanted to leave.

He said I could come sniff his shoes right now. He said he wo biuld like it if I wore sneakers, jeans, a college mascot shirt, and white socks with a stripe at the top, and jockstrap.

It's a thursday night, and I don't have any classes till the afternoon.

He said, He would wear his leisure suit and loafers just like I liked in the picture.

I rushed over there. I couldn't believe this big house he had. He was obviously rich. Maybe he was a sugar daddy.

I rung the doorbell. He answered and he looked better in real life than he did on the app. He said,'come in my boy.'

He took me to the living room and we sat down on the couch.

He said he was a very dominant and demanding fetish master. If I earn the privilege of smelling his shoes, he would reward me greatly in lots of ways. He said he knew how to get foot boys off. He could blow my mind. I just had to pay for it like subs boy have too.

He patted his hand on the seat cushion next to him. I move close to him. He takes his loafers off. He puts them up to my nose but doesn't let me have it. I can see the heel and toe prints. The smell is awesome. I breathe in deep. He puts his loafers back on.

He hugs me and says I will make a great boy. He said today was my day. Just follow his instructions and I will enjoy myself like never before.

He said if I would get naked for him he would let me smell his shoes for a while. So I stripped all my clothes off. He pats the couch cushion again. I sit down. He has me squeeze in closer and hugs me.

He says tell me how bad you want to smell my loafers, boy.

I begin pleading. Please let me smell your loafers. You have really great feet. I want to smell your shoes so bad. Please, I know I don't deserve to. Please let me smell your shoes.

He lets me smell both his shoes.

Oh man. They were awesome. Very masculine smelling. Best loafers I had smelled. Like leather and man feet. I breathed through them for 10 minutes and started to play with myself. He stopped me.

He says that we were just getting started and I don't want to get off yet.

He made me beg some more.

He let me play with them.

He said that's enough for now. He takes his loafers from me and puts them back on.

He says, I have some rules.

I am to address him as Sir
I am only to speak when spoken to
I am to obey all commands without questions.

He says do you agree boy?

I say, Yes Sir. I agree.

He tells me to get on my hands and knees. I am to crawl behind him and kiss his loafers with every step. As he takes a step and stops and I kiss his loafers. He guides me to a day room with a couch along the back wall and two smaller ones along the sides. The is a big pad of foam in vinyl.

There is a giant fluffy stuffed sneaker.

He says, 'Get on my play pad and sit down indian style in front of me. Like a good boy.'

He says I am never to stand up unless told to. I am to stay on the play pad.

He takes his loafers off and lets me smell them. As I smell them he asks me, if i enjoyed crawling and kissing his feet as he walked? Did it make me feel good?

I said yes I did Sir. It did too. I loved being down below and kissing his loafers.

He said I was doing good.

He told me to lay back and spread my legs. He put one of his sheer black socks on my cock and stroked it a bit. I get rock hard.

He says, 'Give me my loafers back boy. Now boy.'

I hand them to him and say, 'Yes Sir.'

He has me lay on my back with his face under his feet. He turns on some porn and uses my face as a foot root. One bare foot and the other socked. His other sticky sock is still on my cock. It feels awesome. I lick and rub my face on his feet.

After a while I played with myself. He got really angry. I got anxious. He said in a strong commanding voice, 'Goddamn boy, get your fucking hand off your stupid little cock.'

I cower as I say, 'I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to make you mad. I'm sorry Sir. I'm sorry Sir'

He says, Your ok, boy. I know sub boys can't help themselves. You have to learn. You are just not allowed to play with yourself while you are here until I tell you.

I very cowardly say, Yes Sir.

He says, Apologize like a good boy.

I'm sorry Sir. I will not play with myself while I'm here. I'm Sorry Sir.

He then brings in a big bag of shoes. It is bigger than most trash bags. He dumps them all out.

He says pick a pair of shoes.

I picked a pair of work shoes that a telephone man or plumber might wear. I start smelling them. Oh they are great.

He has me pick more. There are army boots and work boots. Leather dress shoes. Sneakers. More loafers. It was like Christmas morning. I smell all of them and rub them all over me.

I start to reach for my cock but stop. He sees me and says, 'Good Boy. You can lay here and play as long as you want to as long as you don't touch yourself.'

He smiles as he watches me. I play with them for an hour or so.

He says I can sleep right here tonight if I want to stay the night. I can sleep with all his shoes.

I say, Yes Sir I would love too.

He smiles and enjoys a cigar and whiskey as he watches me play with all his shoes. It really makes me feel stupid. I can't help but stay there with his shoes. I never had a chance like this before. He has me roll around. Curl up with shoes. Different positions.

He has me stop playing as he rolls up his pant legs and takes his one sock off. He says, 'On your knees, boy. Lick me from my toes to knees.'

I start licking. I get into it. I lick more and more. I am so happy and horny.

He asks me again if I like being a sub boy.

I say yes Sir. I love being a sub boy.

He tells me to pick my favorite shoe. I picked an old leather loafer. He gets something from his closet. He straps it to my head.

I ask what is this Sir.

He says, 'Shut the fuck up boy. I didn't tell you to talk. It's a shoe harness'

He puts his socks in the loafer and straps it to my face. I can't see or smell anything but the sole of the loafer. If I stuck my tongue out I could taste it.

After laying there a while, I grab my cock.

He says, 'God damn it boy. I told you boy. Come and get on your knees boy.'

He takes the shoe harness off my head. He tells me to go sit in the corner with my hands behind me. So he can see them.

There is a red pad in the corner. I sit down.

I sat there for an hour.

He says to sit indian style like good boys do at his feet.

He tells me I am learning good for my first time as a boy. I haven't got in much trouble. He asks me what I thought of my day and his rules.

I say, you were right Sir. I am a sub boy. It's embarrassing to be one but I love your feet Sir. I can't help myself.

He stands up. He tells me to take his pants off. I say, I really like this.

He says in anger, 'God damn it, boy. I didn't tell you to fucking talk.'

He stomps and shakes his fist. I get anxious and cower to my knees.

I apologize, 'I'm Sorry Sir' for 5 or 6 times real fast.

He says, 'It's OK, but don't talk unless I speak to you. Now get my damn pants and boxers off like your supposed.'

I hurry anxiously.

He sits down and has me suck his cock. It tastes really good. I enjoy myself until he starts to moan. He pushes me back and picks up his loafer. He jerks and cums into it.

My eyes get big. My dick gets hard. He smiles evilly. He gets the shoe harness and straps the cum filled loafer to my face. It is making me so horny.

He has me sit like a good boy in front of him. I am licking cum and breathing through the loafer.

He says, 'You are a new sub boy. You still can't control yourself. Your perverted urges are strong. You had to sit in the corner to play with yourself. I can't trust you to not play with yourself while we are sleeping. You may need bondage. I can leave your hands free. If in the mornning i find any pre-cum, cum, or any sign you played with yourself, you must leave and not come back. Do you want me to tie your hands loosely to the shoe harness? Do you trust yourself not to play with yourself? Are your perverted sub boy urges too strong? Can you control yourself? Do you want to come back?'

I feel so ashamed and embarrassed. I got on my knees and leaned forward. I lay the loafer and my head on his feet. I begin to cry.

I cry more through the cummy loafer I say, 'Yes Sir. I want to come back. I do. I have had so much. I love your feet and shoes. Your right Sir. I can't trust myself either. I am horny sub boy. I will give in and play with myself. I am too scared to do bondage. I don't want to have my hands tied. I don't want to leave. I am just a sub boy like you say. I love you Sir. Please don't choose between tyng my hands or making me leave.'

He says, 'It won't be tight. Just enough to keep your hands off your cock and balls. I will be right here with you. I know this is hard for you to accept that you are a perverted sub boy. You must learn discipline. Will you let me bind your hands or will you take a chance on giving in and breaking the rules?'

I cry more as I say, 'I will let you bind my hands. I know I will give in and break your rules, Sir.'

He puts the wrist cuffs on and ties my hands to the shoe harness.

He says, 'Good boy. You are doing well. Now go to sleep and I will wake you in the morning.'

I don't sleep at all. I can't believe he is so right about me. I am a sub shoe boy. I need this to control myself. I won't find someone else like this that lets me be under feet and smell his shoes.

After stressing anxiously and thinking what I am for hours, dawn comes. He wakes up early. He frees my hands. He sits down and pats the couch. I go sit by him. He takes the shoe harness off. He hugs and kisses me. He says, 'Good boy. you made it. You gave up your freedom to keep from playing with yourself. You are learning and understanding. You were born a sub boy. Everybody else would have ran off. You knew there was nowhere else for a sub shoe boy like you to go. You need this.'

I cry more. He hugs me more.

He says now for the best part. He has me lay back and spread my legs. He gags me with a sock. He puts a sock on my cock. He rubs his feet all over my cock and balls. He tells me not to touch myself. He says put my hands behind my hands. I do

It isn't long and I cum hard. All over myself. He crawls over me and licks it all up.

He says I'm free to go for the day. He says come back saturday if I feel I still want to be a sub boy. He says saturday. We will work on making me look like a pretty sub boy. He will have some clothes, groom me, and play some more.

He says, waits, and pulls out his measuring tape. He measures my waist and everything.

He says, '9:00 am sharp. Boy!'

All day and all night I think about what I am doing. I am stupid and this is embarassing. I just love his feet and shoes. I can't help but go. I am there at 8:55 saturday morning.

He is dressed in shorts and a hawiian shirt. Loafers without socks. He looks really studly.

He has me strip and shower. He shaves my entire body except my head. He rubs hair remover on me. He showers me off. He dries me off.

He scrubs and lotions my feet and hands. He lotions me all over. My skin is so soft and nice looking.

He gives me his house slipper to smell while he finishes grooming me. I stay hard the whole time. He clips both my hand and toe nails. He paints them baby boy blue. He pulls out a pair of boyish briefs with loafers all over them. I pull them up. He smiles and slaps my ass.

I squeeze into some tight jeans. They are too short for me and show my feet and ankles.

He puts a men's ankle bracelet on me. It was a wide brass band with the shiny silver words, 'Sub Boy' engraved on it.

He has leather flip flops with blue denim straps that match my jeans.

He has a baby blue tank top that almost shows my titties.

I stand in front of the mirror and we both look at me. He is so happy. He rubs his cock. I am ashamed. I have never dressed gay or boyish in my life. I look like a gay boy except for my head. My hair is still shaggy and stringy like a street person. We head to the garage.

We get into his convertible and drive off. He has me put my feet on the dash. He has me play with my titties. I look so stupid because because my hair looks like a street thrug but i am dressed like a gay boy. People roll their eyes as we cruise by. I try to hide my face but he tells me to lean back. Run my hand through my hair. Play with my titty. Look sexy. I am still embarrassed and hiding my face.

He gets pissed and pulls over. He says in extremely anger 'God Damn it boy. Act sexy. I spent all this money on you. Act right or you will sit in the corner when we get home.'

I say repeatedly, 'I am sorry Sir.'

We arrive at his gay friend's barber shop. His friend and some customers eye me as we walk in.

Sir says to his friend, 'Make my boy pretty.'

The barber cuts my hair really short. He trims my eyebrows. He waxes my faces, sideburns, ears, and most of my neck.

Sir says, 'Thanks and pays the barber.'

Sir jiggles my chubby butt as we walk out the door and get back in the car.

Sir plays with my ear and titty as he says, 'You now don't look stupid with the street thug hair. You look like a sexy sub boy. You look hot. All the gay guys will like you now. You are sexy. You are a hot chubby sub boy.'

He then screams in extreme anger, 'Get your feet up on the dash. Your hand in your pants and your other hand on your titty. Look sexy for Sir. You understand me boy. God Damn it boy. Do you understand me.'

I cow down and say, 'Yes Sir.'

I get my feet up, put my hand in pants, and play with my titties. I look as sexy as I can. I don't know. I am worried I still look stupid.

He takes me to a piercing and tattoo parlor. I am really worried about getting a tattoo. I get anxious and panic as we walk in.

Sir laughs at me and says, 'We're not getting a tattoo at least not this time. LOL. Just some piercing. If you decide you don't want to be my boy. You can just take them out and they will fill in.'

He says 'Your getting a titty and an ear pierced. Let's look and find some rings.'

The clerk says, 'You got a cutie here Robert.'

Sir says, 'He is a virgin too. Only sucked a cock a couple times, still hasn't got a blow job or been fucked. He is just starting training. If he is a good sub boy. He might get his first this weekend. See if you can find us an earring with a shoe or feet. Something similar.'

I blush.

The clerk pulls out a big organizer with lots of drawers. He says, all my fetish rings and piercings. He finds the foot fetish drawer and pulls a handful.

There are a couple high heels. Both men's and women's boots. Flip Flops. Dress shoes. Both women's and men's Loafer's.

Sir says, I will take all the men's earrings.

The clerk asks which one to put in today?

Sir, says oh the men's loafer. The big one not the tiny. I want everybody to see. I get embarrassed.

Sir says, 'Get your fat ass in the chair and do what Johnny says. Oh and Johnny likes foot boys.'

I sit down in the chair.

The clerk talks to me, 'He says you are a sexy chubby boy. I think you are really hot. Roberts luck to find you. You must have a foot fetish getting this earring. I'd love to have you lick my feet and suck my cock.'

I blush and grin.

Robert says, 'He can do it when you are done, if you want him too?'

Robert asks, 'It's not up to him. If he wants to go back to being a lonely home boy. Living with mom and doing nothing. He can walk out right now.'

In a demanding slightly angerely voice, 'Or he can get on his knees and please you Johnny.'

I say in as sexy gay sub boy voice as I can, 'I am always happy to lick feet and suck cock.'

Sir says, 'Good boy, see you are going to really like this. Deep down this is the sub boy you are.'

I twist my titty and stretch my feet out to look sexy and horny.

He puts the big loafer earring in the tool and pops it into my ear. He cleans my ear up and has me hold some tissue till it stops bleeding.

Johnny the clerk brings two australian beers for him and Sir. He brings me a pina colada wine cooler and a straw.

I ask if I can have a beer.

Sir gets mad and yells, 'Don't speak unless spoken too. Hell no you can't have a beer. Men drink beer. Sub boys drink wine coolers and sexy looking mixed drinks. Set the drink down and get down on your knees for Johnny.'

I set my drink down and climb under the high top table and get on my knees. Johnny is an average build and 5'8 but has still has size 11 feet. When I pull his dirty converse shoe off, I see he has hairy hobbit feet. He isn't wearing socks. The sides off his foot are wider than the top. His ankle is thicker above his foot. I start licking. Oh man they stink. I'm in heaven. I wipe most of the sweat off his foot on my head and face. I suck his toes clean. I slurp and licks my lips as I finish his first foot.

Sir and Johnny hear me slurping. Johnny says, 'He is a sub foot boy. He is going to town on mine.'

I finish his other foot quickly too. I come up and sit back in my chair licking the insole of one of Johnny's Shoes. I am licking it like candy as sexily as I can. I play with my titty for Johnny. I am beginning to see that Sir is right. I look sexy and gay guys like me. Guys like me. For the first time guys think i'm sexy.

Johnny pours my drink into his shoes and says, 'Drink up boy!'

Sir nods yes.

I drink it all before it leaks out. It's pretty strong alcohol. The alcohol cleans his foot sweat off his shoe and washes down my throat. I feel stupid and extremely sexy. I am sexy. A sexy sub boy.

Johnny stands up and pulls his cock out. He says more commandingly but not in anger, 'On your knees and get your mouth open Boy.'

Sir smiles and points.

I get on my knees and open my mouth. He grabs my head face fuck me hard and quick. I just hold my mouth open as he does all the work. He got off quick. My mouth is full of cum. I swallow. As he pulls out some leeks on my chin. I go to wipe it off.

Sir says, 'No boy let that cum run on your chin.'

Sirs says, "Damn boy, got his stinky feet all over your face and head. You smell like stinky feet.'

I say, 'sir should i go wash.'

Sir says, 'Nope that's your reward.'

I lean over and hug sir. He kisses my forehead. I say, 'Thank you for all this Sir.'

Johnny says, 'On to your titty. Which one robert?'

Sir says, 'His left. Opposite the earring.'

Johnny says, 'I have a titty ring just for you boy. '

He pulls a big one that says, 'Sir's Subby Boy'

Sir says, "Oh great thanks Johnny.'

Johnny pulls out the tool and pops it in.

Johnny says, 'You are a hottie. I am glad to be a part of making a sexy sub boy. I'll give you a free sub tattoo anytime you want it.'

I look at Sir.

He says, you want a tattoo boy. You change your mind. No. Not yet. You are not my sub boy yet. You are just exploring. Maybe in a few weeks if you are still my boy.

I am disappointed but that's a good thing. I am just to horny.

Johnny says, 'Don't be sad, Here keep licking my shoes.'

I get right back to it. I lick his shoes like lollipops.

Johnny takes a picture of me licking his shoes. He got it so my loafer earring and sub boy titty ring show.'

I sink down and hide my face.

Johnny says, 'Don't worry you are a hot sub boy. All sub boys have disgusting fetishes. That is why they had to be sub boys cause nobody wants you otherwise. You are a hot sexy slightly chubby subby foot and shoe boy. Nobody will mind if you suck their toes if you suck their cock to. Especially with your mouth.'

Johnny says, 'Robert, you mind if I call George over?'

They both laugh and again. I wonder what's so funny.

Sir says, 'yes. George will let you lick his feet, if you suck his cock.'

Johnny calls George and it takes him just a few minutes. He is 5'9, and 300lbs over 50 years old.. He is smoking a cheap cigar and wearing a maintenance uniform. He's wearing black work shoes and white socks. He's dirty. I wonder where he has been working.

Sir tells George, 'He can suck your cock but you can't suck his or fucxk him. He's still got a virgin dick and hole. I'm going to be first. No punishment. He is still in training.'

I look at sir like what does that mean? He smiles.

George says to sir, 'No problem Robert.'

He says, get my shoes, and pants off boy. '

I get on my knees. He rubs my head as I untie and remove his shoes. I unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants and then his boxers. He's not dirty underneath. Really clean.

He sits down in a regular chair instead of a high top. He has me lay on my back and put my feet up to his mouth. He puts his feet on my face. His feet are chubby, wide, and flat with sausage toes. I start sucking. He has a pacifier toe ring.

I say, 'I like your toe ring George.'

He says, 'Shut the fuck up you bad sub boy. Haven't you been taught. Boys don't talk around here.'

Sir 'says lay off he's still in training.' They all laugh.

George says, 'Give me my goddamn toe ring boy.'

I hand it to him.

He is still licky my feet. He says, 'Sexy boy feet. you got here robert. bring him back when you got him trained.'

Sirs says, 'A couple weekends. If I keep him and he does what I say. You all think he's a keeper.?'

They all agree. 'yes.'

Johnny says 'He's going to need discipline.'

Sir says, 'that starts monday or tuesday. '

I look at sir, They all laugh.

George finishes licking my feet. He slides the toe ring on my middle toe.

Sir says, 'What do you say boy.'

I say, 'Thank your Sir George. It makes me feel special.'

George says, 'Get off your back and suck my cock now boy. now damn it.'

I lick his balls just a bit and start sucking his buried cock out of it's hole. It is small. Smaller than mine. He comes real quick. I lick him a bit.'

I rub his gunt, cock, belly, balls, and underbelly all over my head. It smells so great.

He has me get back on my knees and put his clothes back on him. When I come to his shoes I smell and lick them. He grabs them from me.

Georges says, 'He doesn't understand his place. He can't lick my shoes without permission. Don't call me for your sub boy unless you let me punish me this time.'

I get on my knees with my hands together begging sir, 'Please I'll take the punishment. I want to lick him again.'

Sir says, 'You are not ready for this. He is mean. If you want it. Just turn around.'

I am so horny I turn around with glee.

George rams his shoe into my balls. My knees bend. I almost fell.

George opens his shirt and exposes his titty. It has a big wide gland. He gestures my head. I lean in and start sucking. He pets the back off my head and says, 'I know your new boy but you have to follow my rules. It is all in love. You will learn boy. You are going to be a good boy.

I am still horny.

Sirs says, 'Time to go. Get in the car and get your feet up. Now Boy Hurry the fuck up. Now. boy. I want to walk out and so my sexy boy in my sexy car plays with his sexy titties.

I run to the car and get my feet up. I'm checking out my new titty ring. 'Sir's sub boy.' I'm really horny. I really liked this. I wonder what they mean by punishment. Do you want to do this? I know I'm stupid for this but guys love me.

We drive drive a gay club that Sir frequents. As we walk in, Sir says, 'Who wants their feet cleaned? my new sub shoe boy is happy to do it.'

8 guys out of 40 or so walk over to the benches along the wall.

Sir says, 'Some are already getting their shoes and sock off. Get your chubby ass over there and get their feet clean.'

They immediately start talking about me. This your new boy Robert? Another guy says,' He's just slightly chubby with some nice titties and a pretty mouth.' Another, 'Can he take his clothes off for us, robert.' The bartender says, 'No. It's still in the afternoon. No nudes til after 9pm. You fuckers know that.'

I am disappointed. One of the guys says, 'you got work to do.'

I get to licking. There is a variety of feet The first three are mid thirties studly daddies. They are great. They don't even pay attention to me. I just lick them clean and move on.

The next is a big bear. 6'4 300lbs. Hairy. As I take his socks off I smell one and my eyes roll. He smiles. When I'm done and go to put his socks back on. He takes one and hangs it on my tank top. He tucks one end under my titty with my new ring. I bow my head in thanks. He says, 'you are a good sub boy.'

The next one is a college student about my age. He says I'm a sexy boy. He likes my ass. He feels my titty without the ring. He rubs my head. His feet stink. I gag.

Sir says, 'you are the sub foot boy. Get the nasty foot clean.'

I work hard and lick them clean. It's disgusting. I smell like them now.

The next guy is a studly 25 to 30 year old with expensive leather dress shoes and a business suit. He has sexy feet and gargyle socks. Does that musky smell pine-tar soap? Yes it is. The hair on his legs is really nice. I lick him clean. I slurp his toes a couple times. He pats my head.

The last two are 40 year olds. Golfers. Their shoes are sweaty. They have been out on their feet all day. They are average men 5'10 170. I dry their feet off with my tank top. Then I lick them clean. I ring their socks out in my mouth. It tastes great. The whole place laughs at me. I don't mind. I feel sexy. Guys like me. Even if they laugh. I deserve it. I am a perverted sub boy.

I go back to Sir's table and sit down. He gets me a drink with an umbrella. I take the sock out of my titty and smell it as Sir and his friends talk. I try to look as sexy as possible. I can't help but look stupid with that sock. The eight guys liked it. The rest look at my like i'm a stupid perverted sick sub boy. They all think i'm sexy though. So i'm still happy.

I took the sock back under my tiites further in my tank top. More guys look at me as they walk by. I smile and check them out. I touch my titties or tongue. When they start to ask or gesture for me to come to them. I hold up my new titty ring. Sir's Sub Boy.

At 5 O'clock it is time to go home. I am happy to go. I walk out to the car quickly. I have my feet on the dash waiting for Sir. He walks out and brags about me to someone he knows coming in.

He says good boy. Your learning. So how do you feel now about your new looks and outfit.

I say, I am embarrassed to be girly like this but the guys love me. That's never happened. I am proud and embarrassed at the same time. I'm really worried about punishment and discipline. It scares me. Is it going to hurt, Sir.

Sir says, 'Well boy. It's something all my boys and my friends boys must learn. You are not ready for it. It is only when and if you become a live in boy. We will get back to it when i and if decide to move you in.'

'First you still need to finish humiliation. You are doing good for your first day. It's embarrassing but you will get more cock, feet, socks, and shoes. More guys like you. Lots more will. Do want to be lonely like a street thug in jeans and tshirts. Do you want to look hot and suck feet and cock?'

I say, Sir I want to do this. It is hard for me. I want it though. I am going to do it.

Sir says, 'We will see there is a lot more to go through.'

When we get home he has me take my clothes off and sit in my boyish briefs with loafers on them.

He gives me his loafers to play with. I play on the pad as he orders dinner. He comes and has me sit like a good boy at his feet.

He says, 'You had a good day the other day with my shoes. Today you experienced how sub boys dress. Tonight we will start real humiliation. He says I can go home and not come back anytime I want. He says do I really want to go back to being a lonely worthless mommy boy street thug? This is important to be a sub boy.

He goes and gets the body markers from the closet. He says, 'I'm going to write on you and you're going to answer the door in your boy briefs with writing all over you.'

I said, 'Why Sir?"

He says, I have to prove I will submit to his wants. I won't do this. I won't do the things this week I need to do.

He writes "Sub Boy' on my forehead. He draws circles in rainbow colors around my titties. He draws shoes and socks on my arms. He writes I suck Sir's dick on my back.

Just as soon as he finishes he gives me the money. I wait by his feet.

The doorbell rings. I go to answer it. The delivery guy laughs his ass off at me. I lower my head and almost cry. I hand him the money. He gives me the bag of food. He calls me a stupid fat faggot. He laughs all the way to his car and down the street as far as I can see.

I go back crying to Sir. He pats the couch. I sit down as he hugs me. He said I did good. It's all part of learning to let my inner sub boy come out.

He says, I can play all night with his shoes as he said. He tells me not to touch myself. He said it is all in love. He wants me to be his sub boy, but I must learn and show I can submit. Everytime, everywhere.

He says my next thing to learn is to accept being on his video sites, porn profiles, and whoever he would like to send them too.

He says, we are starting right now. He gives me his loafers and socks. He gives me the sock the big bear gave me. He tells me I can sit or crawl around on the pad with all the socks and shoes as I like. He says there are already cameras setup for the playpad. He pushes the record button on the remote control. He turns on 5 cameras. He gets on his porn sites and starts talking about me. He leaves me with his shoes and socks to play by myself.

I can't help but lay down and enjoy his socks and shoes. I have been horny all day. It is not to touch myself. I hear talking to his friends on line as he broadcasts me live. I am so embarrassed but his shoes keep me hard and here.

He says to somebody online, 'All sub boys are bitches. I was expecting him to be an arguer but he is a cry baby. I kind of like that. He is having a harder time getting motivated and not being so shy. He is working hard. He loves all the things he is doing. He hates being a sub boy to do it. He knows deep down he is a sub boy. He can't accept it and he knows there is really no other good way for him to get a man. He knows he is not a real man. He knows he wants this.'

I cry in the loafer as I know Sir is right.

He has me come over and cry on his thigh. He films it and shows all his tells to all his friends and whoever comes to watch. He tells me he loves me and we need to do this to make me a true sub boy. His friends online all tell me I'm doing good. All sub boys suffer through this.

He has me suck him as I am still crying. He pulls it out of my mouth and comes in his loafer. He attaches the loafer to my face with the shoe harness. The cum makes me feel like I am doing the right thing. I slowly go to sleep.

I touch myself about an hour later when Sir is still awake.

He says in the angriest voice I have heard yet, God damn sub boy. You are not going to touch yourself. You know you need wrist cuffs just like the other night. '

He cuffs my wrist to my face just like before. I want to go home but I want this cummy shoe on my face more. I start lick cum again.

Morning cums early at 5:00 am and I am waking up as I cum really damn hard. I have never felt anything like this before. Like he sucked the cum out of me.

Sir has me come and sit in front of him like a good boy. He asks how I am feeling this morning?

I said I feel fantastic. I have never got off like that before.

He says, He gave me my first blow job. I couldn't believe it. I got a blow job. I was so happy. I didn't have to lie to people or avoid the question anymore. I learn forward and hug Sirs legs as I say, 'Thank you'

He showers and scrubs all the writing off me. He lets me smell his house shoes as He grooms me again.

Today is purple. Purplish pink finger and toe nail polish. Purple boyish briefs that say, 'Sub Boy' across my ass and no touching on my crotch. He takes pictures. I am still embarrassed.

He says I should be proud.

He has purple and black camo patterned cargo shorts, a purple black camo t-shirt, black and purple striped knee high socks. Combat Boots. He cuts a hole in the ass of the cargo shorts so my sub boy briefs are exposed.

He is dressed in camo hunting gear and clothes.

He writes sub boy on my forehead in black with a purple outline. He takes some pics and uploads them.

We head out to his truck. We drive about 2 and a half hours. We arrive at a gay camp ground. He buys tickets for the day.

We walk over to the main gathering area and stage as the sound system and bands are setting up. He has a seat and lets me take his boots off and lick his feet as he tells me about today.

He tells me I got my first blow job this morning. I will get fucked for the first time here in about 3 or 4 hours.

He asks me how I feel about it?

I say I used to play with dildos but I could never find a guy to fuck me. I always wanted to try. I did play some but a lot of times it hurts and I didn't play very long.

He said my first time with a cock is going to hurt. I should relax my asshole like with the dildos. He said he will be gentle as possible. If i need to scream, moan, or cry, that's ok. Just stick it for him. It won't take him long. He said it will mean a lot. That if I want to be his sub boy I will be fucked by him quite often. I need to show everybody I want it.

I say, I am kind of scared Sir.

He says I will be OK. He says he knows that I was meant for this. I will love being fucked once I get used to it. That my prostate is bigger than my cock. It will feel better but it may hurt till I learn to submit and accept cock.

It's quite warm today. We get some cold sodas. We go for a couple hour walk around the whole camp. We come back all sweaty. He cuts a whole in my shirt that exposes my titty and sub boy titty ring. Just about a half hour later we are told to come to the stage. We go over and get in line. There are 5 couples in front of us. Most regular twinks or bears. They suck or fuck. They all are all how.

Our turn comes. We walk up on stage. Sir takes the mic and introduces us as a fetish master and his sub shoe boy.

He asks me, 'why did I come to see him?'

I say, 'To suck toes and smell shoes and socks?'

He says have you sucked toes and smelled shoes and socks?

I say, 'Yes. A lot of them.'

He asks me 'how long have you been a sub boy?'

I say, 'since thursday"

He asks, 'When was your first blow job? When was the first time you got all they cum sucked out of your cock?'

I say, 'This Morning when I work up!'

The crowd applauds.

He says, 'When was the first time you got fucked?'

I say, 'I haven't yet. I'm going to right now!'

The crowd cheers even more.

Sir starts giving me commands.

He has me take my boots off.

Then my socks.

He says look at those pretty tootsies for a sub shoe boy.

He rips shorts from the whole in my ass. Then throws them to the crowd.

The crowd cheers.

I take my tank top off and he throws it to the crowd.

I get on my knees with my ass facing the crown and take his socks and boots off. He takes one sock and puts it in one boot as I enjoy the other socks and boot.

He has me stand up and turn around. I am rock hard and it makes a small tent.

He says, 'See he had to be a sub boy. He barely has a cock.'

He pulls my underwear down. He spreads my legs and has me show the audience everything.

I get some whistles for my ass and titties.

He bends me over a padded sawhorse. I grab the end in front of me.

He puts lube on my ass.

He grabs my ass and slowly works it in. I gasp and relax. It is thicker and longer than my dildos. Somebody moves the mic up to my face. My breathing and moans echo.

He moves his cock around about. I breathe and moan harder. He start fucking in and out.

I moan it hurts but I love it. It echoes loud over the microphone. The crowd cheers. Somebody yells, 'you are a true sub boy.'

I scream in rhythm with sir's cock in my ass, 'I am a sub boy' 'I am a sub boy' the crowd joins. 'He is a sub boy' 'He is a sub boy.'

Sir cums in my ass. It fills me with horniness. He pulls out and hugs me.

He asks if there are any foot or shoes fetish guys in the audience. A couple come up on stage. He gives them each one of my boots and socks to keep. He lets them lick my feet. He chooses the one he thinks did a better job. Then has that guy suck my cock. I almost collapsed as I came.

Sir wipes my off and cleans me up. He helps me step back in my sub boy briefs. I have no other clothes.

We walk off stage. He holds me by the ass we walk back to the main area.

He says he was proud of me. I said I thought I was just being horny before and probably wouldn't like it. I loved it.I was proud to take his cock in my ass. It felt so good. Now I was sure I was a sub boy. I need to act like it.

Sir writes on my back in black body marker., 'shoe boy needs feet . Ask Sir.'

He writes on my forehead. Sub Boy

He writes on my tits and belly, 'Will suck cock for socks.'

Sir tells me I am not to speak at all till we are home.

Every so often somebody comes by and starts taking off their socks. I wiggle and jiggle in my seat as I wait on an answer for Sir. Real men and guys can give me their socks and I suck their cock. Other sub boys or fags he tells to suck my feet and cocks. In just a couple hours I have 6 sets of socks. Everyone who gives me socks and i suck their cock or they lick my feet and suck my cock, signs me with the body marker.

A queen walks by and sees me holding all the socks. She says, 'You poor boy. You work hard and don't have anything to keep your socks in. Here is a little bag for you.

I start to say thank you but stop. Sir says thank you for me and says I am not allowed to talk. The queen pats my head.

It is a little blue purse. I put my socks in it and hang it over my neck and shoulder.

I stand up on the table and try to dance. I am not really a dancer so I just show my ass, tits, belly, and cock.

I sit back down on top of the table. I put my legs and feet in the air. Sir grabs one leg and writes sub boy on my sole. He writes foot fag on my other sole.

Sir says get back up and dance till you are covered in sweat. So I did.

Once I am an older man stops by and asks Sir if he can suck my feet and cock. Sir say, 'In position boy. Now the good man should not have to wait.'

I am quickly in position.

He slowly sucks my feet and toes for a couple hours. He then licked his way up both legs to my cock and balls. He sucks my cock but i already came too many times. Six I think today.

I motion to Sir about the Old man's socks and shoes. Sir ask the old man if he will give me a sock for a blow job. The old man takes off his sock and loafers. He climbs up and stands on top the table I am sitting on. I open my mouth and he grabs my head. He fucks my face softly for 45 minutes till he barely cums. It tastes good though.

The old man said I earned both his socks and loafers. I put his socks in my bag and started licking the old man's loafers. Sir makes a sign that says, 'Come Laugh and humiliate my sub shoe boy.' Sir tells me to keep licking those loafers till he takes the sign down.

Guys say lots of mean things as they walk by. Those taste good? You are a disgusting boy. Yummy! Yummy! You Disgusting Pig Boy! That's Nasty Boy! Your fucking disgusting!

Other guys come by and hand me their shoes to lick for a minute. Other guys make me lean forward for a sniff or a lick. Sir tells me not to get off the table. They put their shoe up to my face and pull it away. They tease me but I can't help but try to lick and sniff their shoes. I want it so bad. Everybody that comes laughs at me while I sniff and lick or get teased. It shows how badly my fetish controls me.

After a few more hours, It is time to go. We head for the truck and head home. Sir and I have a conversation.

He says, "You have earned the right to stay at my place. You can go to class but you will come home to me every night. You don't have to live with your mom or have a job. He said, it starts tonight or if I go home, don't come back.'

I say, I knew when you fucked me, that was how I was meant to be. I am a sub boy. I want to be your sub boy Sir.

Before long we are home. I am back on the play pad. Sir comes in his loafer and straps it to my face. He ties my hands to it and I pass out for the night.

Today is monday. As I wake up Sir says, you have learned to be a sub boy at my places. Now you must be a sub boy at your places and in general.

He showers, grooms, and dresses me. Today is tight blue jeans, a pink t-shirt, and pink flip flops. I am to wear my pacifier toe ring and an earring with the word 'boy.'

I ask Sir, 'What do I tell people when they ask wtf or laugh at me?'

He says, I am to tell them the truth, 'I am now a gay sub boy.'

So I do. I tell everybody, 'I am now a proud gay sub shoe boy. I get lots of feet, socks, shoes, and cocks, every day now.'

He takes me to school in the convertible with my feet on the dash.

As I go to my morning classes, all the people I know laugh at me. Other guys stop me and feel me up. They ask me if I want to go around the corner. I said I would have to ask Sir. They say OK. It hurts that people I know laugh but I really enjoy guys asking me out to fuck me and suck them.

Tuesday, I wear blue shorts. A blue t-shirt with blues clues on it. I have blue nails. Blue socks with toys on them and crocs.

It is more of the same. People who knew me, stayed away. New guys come and ask me out. I tell Sir all about my experiences.

He says Friday night I can invite guys. He says he will invite his friends too. It will be a Dom and Sub party. Real men and sub boys.

Wednessday is tight jeans, gay rainbow shirt and socks with blue crocs that almost match my jeans. Sir gives me invitations. They stick out of my back pocket. I hand out most of them. I hand out more every day.

Thursday is jean shorts, white t-shirt, no socks, leather bottom flip flops with one small strap on my middle toe. You can see the bottoms of my feet with almost every step. One sole says 'foot' and the other says 'boy.' Sir says to put my feet up when I sit between classes without my flip flops. I do. Lots of people make jokes. Some guys have me come lick their feet. My face and head smells like stinky feet for most of the afternoon.

I smell like feet when Sir picks me up. He says, 'See. I might get laughed at but I get feet, socks, shoes, and cocks.'

Sir is Soooo Right.

Friday is tight denim shorts with a 6 xtra big t-shirt that hangs to my knees. It has a huge foot on it. No socks. My one toe leather flip flops. One sole says 'Lick' and the other says 'Feet.' Again Sir says I am to sit without my flip flops and my feet up as much as possible. Again I do as Sir says. Today I only have one guy. He licks my feet for an hour. I tell him how he can lick lots of feet. I give him an invitation and say it is just in 4 hours. He is excited and hard.

It isn't long before me and Sir get ready for his party. His friends come to help.

I am to wear only my boyish briefs with loafers on them, my one toe strap flip flops, my pacifier toe ring, my titty ring with 'sub boy', and earring with a big cock on it.

Everybody's invitation has a form that asks their fetishes and limits.

Guys start showing up. Almost 100. More college guys than men. About 60 college guys and around 40 of Sirs men. Two of Sir's friends evaluate every new guest. If they feel they the new guest is a real man. He gets a cigar, a beer, and an assigned seat in the backyard. If they think the guest is a sub or a boy, the guest must strip to his undies. They write his fetishes on his back. All boys must get on their knees and suck cock on request, no exceptions. All boys must perform their fetish upon request.

Sir says for me to sit with him and not speak or get up. I am to sit and look sexy. That's What I do. I don't get to touch anybody tonight. Sir is too busy hosting to do anything with me. I play with myself because Sir is in the house most of the time and am out back with everybody. It's all about Sir's Friend and new subs boys for them. I watch many guys get to be subs for their first time.

When the night is over I am back on the pad. Sir cums in his shoe straps it to my face and cuffs my hands to it.

I get woken up nastily at 4:00 am. Sir says to get my fat ass up and sit in front of him like a good boy.'

I hurry and cross my legs indian style like a good boy.

Sirs says that today is a new day. That I have had it easy. He knows it was a hard change for me. He gave me lots of feet, socks, shoes, and cocks. He says that now that I have accepted being a sub boy and wearing clothes like sub boys do. I must learn to act like good sub boys act. He said I didn't like talking with my last guy. Why now? He says I was born a sub boy but I must be trained to be a good sub boy. Not just some wild fag boy like I have been in the past.

He says today is the day that we start discipline and punishments. He says we are going to begin ball busting. I can leave anytime that I want but I can not come back.

He says from now on. When I lie to him I will get my balls swatted as many times as Sir feels necessary to teach me my lesson.

He says, 'Do you have any questions?'

I say. "Why Sir, I was doing good and doing everything you ask.?'

Sir says, 'All the guys you sucked their feet and cocks at school and didn't tell me. You told me about some. How wild you went last weekend. Sucking guys before I had a chance to notice. How much you played with yourself last night. That all comes from your young hormone filled sub boy balls. We are going to punish your balls for making you break my rules.

I say, 'I didn't play with myself last night. I had my hands tied to the shoe harness like every night. I wasn't sucking other guys at school than I told you. I thought I had permission every time last weekend.'

He says, 'Last weekend you just jumped every time. Whether I was watching or not. As far as last night, you just outright lied to me boy. It wasn't while we slept. It was during the party. You have been lying to me about school. You sucking guy's feet and cocks behind the science building. This is your first punishment. Lay back and spread your Legs. Now Boy.'

He slaps my balls.

I curl up in pain. God Damn that hurts. I say, 'Please Sir Please Sir.'

He says, 'Spread your legs, Boy. Now.'

He slaps my balls again.

I curl up in pain again. I say, 'Please Sir Please Sir. It doesn't have to be like this. I can be a good boy.'

He says, 'No you can't. Just like you can't stop playing with yourself. You can't stop acting like a wild fag boy by yourself. You have to be trained like all good sub boys. Now shut the fuck up and spread your legs.'

He slaps my balls five more times till I am crying.

He gives me a short break.

He says, 'This will teach you not to lie to me.'

I cowardly spread my legs five more times for five more swats.

I am crying like a baby.

He says, "you need to think about why you are here.'

He goes back to watching the news as I lay there crying.

I am crying for a while more. I lay there for a few hours thinking about if i want to be his boy now. I can't take this. I think about everything he said. He has been right about my sexuality the whole time. He said I would only get punished, if I break the rules. If i do better I won't get punished very much. I am not going back to my moms to be a thug and bum. I love this life. I will try. He has been right about me so much. Maybe I do need punishment and training. I cry more.

Sir says, 'Get ready for your shower and to be groomed for the day.'

I get up and get moving.

He showers and rubs some lotion on me. Does my hair. He has no clothes for me to wear at all.

Sir say, 'go back to your playroom and get on your pad. Wait for me. Don't Do Anything. Now Boy. Now!'

I go back to my playpad and wait.

I notice there is not as much stuff in the playroom as there was thursday. They must have removed some friday and I didn't notice.

Sir's slippers are still here in front of the couch. I smell them. They are so wonderful. These. These are why I am still here. I enjoy them for as long as I can.

George walks in. As he walks by me, he takes the slippers from me and steps my balls. His hard soled work shoes hurt. I moan. He pushes down some more and say, 'You horney fucking sub boy. Your man told you not to do anything. What the Fuck?"

He sits down on one of the side couches. Johnny comes in and sits on the other side couch.

Sir walks and sits in the middle couch.

Sir says, 'I want you as my live-in sub boy. You can quit school. You won't need a job. You will just be my sub shoe boy.'

He pulls out a collar. It is very fancy with leather pads on a stainless steel frame. It has writing in gold and silver inlays. It says, 'Daddy's Shoe Smelling Sub Boy'

He says, 'I want to collar you and make you my boy. Before I can do that you must submit to some more rules:

If you lie to me, I will slap your balls till you have learned your lesson.
Any other infraction you may or may not be given a backhand, swat, or kick to your balls at my discretion.
If I haven't given you a general permission, you are not allowed to do anything till you ask. No exceptions.
If you refuse sex, your are not allowed to smell or taste anybody's feet including your own. You are not allowed to smell, taste, touch or wear, any socks and shoes. Till you agree to more sex.
You will submit to bondage at any time.
You agree to this next week of strict discipline, punishments, and behavioral modification.
I will be your Daddy instead of Sir. You will become my boy.

My promises to you while you wear my collar.

As your Daddy, I promise to make your life full of sex and shoes. Not just mine but as many feet, socks, and shoes as possible.
After the week of behavioral modification you are guaranteed my feet, socks, or shoes, at least once a day.
You are allowed to suck any guy's feet, socks, or shoes at any time, but not cock, balls, or ass.
You are allowed to collect socks and shoes from any source. You may not be allowed to play with them for up to a week at a time as punishment. You will always get them back after a maximum of one week.

Daddy asks me, 'Do you want to become MY sub boy?'

I think about it greatly. Daddy is so right about my sex urges and how I am. Nobody else ever understood. I don't know if I want to do a week of behavioral modification. I never had a better time in my life.

I say, 'Yes Daddy, I will be your sub boy.'

He says, 'Come to me my boy.'

I come and get on my knees before him. He places the collar on me and locks it with a brass key that says 'My Sub Boy' on a chain. He hangs it around his neck.

We hug.

Daddy says, 'I'm sorry my boy. We all have been training sub boys a while.n It is hard for a lover to be that strict. I am turning you over to George and Johnny. They will be here all week with you. Your week of behavioral modification starts right now.'

Daddy says, "he's all yours guys..'

Johnny says, 'As always you can leave at any time but you can not come back. We got new rules for you this week. Just this one week.'

You are not allowed to leave your playpad except to go to the bathroom right here in your playroom.
If something is not on your playpad even by an inch, you are not allowed to have it.
You will submit to sex at all times.
You may be punished for any reason.
You are not allowed to talk except when told to.
You may be bound at anytime
You will respect your Daddy.


Johnny says, 'You just got collared. Get over there and get your Daddy's pants off and suck dick.'

I move as fast as I can. I take his shoes off and take a whiff as I set them aside.

George says, 'We didn't tell you to take a whiff of his shoe. That's one. Get his pants off and get to sucking BOY!'

I say, 'One what?'

George says, 'We didn't say talk, that's two. Get his damn pants off boy.'

I help my daddy slide his pants down and then his boxers. I get to sucking. I love Daddy's smell and taste.

When Daddy gets hard Johnny says, 'Turn around and bend over boy. Present your ass for daddy. Now boy. Stop fucking sucking Hurry boy. Get your ass in the air.'

I turn around and get my ass up fast.

George says, 'Daddy traded his feet, socks, and shoes, for your ass and mouth. You have had his feet this whole two weeks. He has had your mouth just a few times. He had your ass just once. That just changed. boy.'

Daddy sticks his dick in my ass. It is rough. I relax. It feels better. He fucks me for 10 minutes or so till he cums. He pulls out slowly.

I start to lean up.

George says, 'Nobody told you to get up or move boy. that's three.'

I put my head back down.

They talk about my ass. They say it's great. I just have to obey better.

George says, 'Get a paper towel from the bathroom. Clean daddy up and get clothes back on.'

I get up and go to the bathroom.

Georgensays, 'Hurry boy your daddy should never wait. that's 4'

I hurry to daddy. I wipe daddy off. I put his boxer out for him to step into. Then his pants. Then I put his shoes back on him.

George says, 'I have been waiting for this since the last time we met, boy. On all fours and face Johnny.'

George takes his shoe and sock off and hands it to Johnny. Johnny smells them. He says, 'See boy. You really liked George's feet at my tattoo parlor. How do you like his feet now.'

George kicks my balls hard. I curl down and moan in pain.

George says, 'What was that one for?'

I say, 'For smelling Daddy's shoe when I was allowed to.'

'Johnny says, Good Boy. He's ready George.'

George kicks my balls hard again. I curl down again.

George says, 'What was that one for?'

I say, 'Talking when I was allowed to.'

Johnny says, 'Do it George.'

George kicks my balls hard again. I curl down again.

George says, 'What was that one for?'

I say, 'Uh umm.. For...'

George's kick stops me mid sentence, I curl down and cry.

George kicks my balls hard again. I curl down again.

George says, 'What was that one for?'

I say, 'for moving when I was allowed to.'

I am crying.

Johny tilts his head and points his finger.

Wham my balls get pounded by George's fat heavy foot.

I curl and cry.

I say, "for not helping daddy fast enough.'

Johnny says, "that's right boy. You need to help faster. You need to be on your toes. Snap too when daddy says.'

I say, 'I will. I will serve daddy faster.'

Bam my balls get busted. I curl and cry.

George says, 'We didn't say talk boy. Lay there and think about these lessons. You don't sniff daddy's shoe when you were not told to.You don't talk when you are not told to. You don't get up when you are not told to. You hurry your ass up when daddy needs help. You don't talk when you are not told to. In general do not do anything you are not told to. You hurry your fucking ass up for daddy.'

Johnny says, 'Daddy need some more sex?'

Daddy says, 'I could use a good tongue bath.'

George says, 'hop to boy.'

I rush to stand up and help daddy stand up. I help him up and get him undressed. I start licking him from toes up to his balls and ass both sides, both legs. I like him both sides up to his ears. It takes me about 40 minutes.

Johnny says, 'You have been giving this boy everything and he hasn't been doing you. We are going to teach him some lessons. If he's getting to lick your feet or smell your shoes more than you fuck his face and ass. Something not right.'

I sit back on my knees and face daddy.

Daddy pats my head and says, 'good boy.'

Johnny says, 'Lay down in the middle your playpad and shut fuck up till we says otherwise.'

I lay down and curl up in a ball.

George says, 'Suck your thumb boy.'

I suck my thumb.

They all laugh.

George wipes some toe jam from his bare foot. under my nose.

He says, 'Doesn't that foot that taught you those lessons Smell good boy? you may answer boy.'

I say, 'Yes Sir, the foot that taught me to not do anything i'm not told and to hurry up for daddy smells good.'

Johny puts George's shoe with his sock in it under my face. Johnny says, 'Remember we said don't move and shut the fuck.'

My dick grows super hard. It is hard not to move. I manage. They leave me there for more than an hour as they chat and smoke cigars and cigarettes. George flicks his ashes on my ass. Every other one or so burns for a moment.

Daddy says, 'Sit up boy and act like a boy. Be my boy and play for me.'

I sit up as quickly as I can.

Johnny says , 'let's give him some toys.'

George takes his shoe from me and puts his sock and shoe on.

Johnny gets some dildos from the closet. He puts them in front of me.

He says, 'Show your mouth skills boy.'

I start sucking one as best I can.

They both say, 'Keep doing it boy. Don't stop.'

George says, 'ok boy stop that and get the other one up your ass.'

I hurry to rush to get it up my ass. It's hard to reach around. I do my best but it slides out. They all laugh. I work quickly to get it back in. It takes me 10 or so more tries but I finally sit up with it in my ass.

They say, 'get the other back in your mouth.'

I do as fast I can.

They all laugh. George says, 'Keep going and keep that one your ass till we say.'

They smoke more and eat lunch and chat for a few hours as I keep my mouth and ass full.

Johnny says, 'It's time for teasing.'

They all take their shoes and socks off. They set them all around the room. Just off of my playpad.

George walks by real close to me barefoot. His feet smell great.

He goes and grabs a big bag of his shoes and socks from the hallway. He sets them all out just off of my playpad. The smell fills the room. I grow hard. He says, 'I have been saving them all up for you boy.'

Johnny brings in a bag too. Da