Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2009 07:31:50 -0500
From: whealer@gmail.com
Subject: My First Day as a Slave

This story is a work of fiction. It contains high school students, sneaker
fetish, water sports, and domination. Please let me know if you like it
whealer@gmail.com

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I knew right what I was going for. It had started pretty much as soon as
high school started. Scott was a senior, I was a freshman, and the minute I
saw him I knew I wanted him -- especially his skate shoes. I mean I'd
basically known I was gay for a while. But Id never looked at a guys feet n
thought much of them before, let alone the sneakers on their feet.

Almost from day one I figured out that his gym class was the same period as
I had study hall. So, Id wander to the locker room at the start of the
period "to use the bathroom" but really was to catch glimpses of him
changing. I learned that he always used the same locked and he didn't lock
it. And with each little snippet of his body I saw through the corner of my
eye the more I wanted to be his. Yeah, I took some teasing about being like
clock work but I didn't car -- Id have taken anything for him.

Took me almost a month to get up the nerve but slowly I started to go to his
locker and take his black Adios out and quickly sniff and lick them and then
put them back. Each day this got longer and longer and Id started to jak
myself through my jeans and even started putting my hands down my pants.

One day the inevitable happened. There I was face buried in his sneakers
hands down my pants jakin lost on the ecstasy of it all when I heard 'so
that's what you been doin' I froze n looked up without taking my face out of
the sneaker. It wasn't him or any of the other seniors -- it was worse.

His name was Jim. Sophmore, hung out with the punks n ruff crowd. I started
to say something but the flash from his cell phone stopped me. He said hed
been wonderin why he always saw me go into the locker room when I didn't
have gym. The he said 'so, your into sneakers, eh faggot' I realized I still
had the shoe on my face. I started to take it off and put it into the locker
a he said 'course ya are -- see the pic' as he showed me the pic on his
phone.

He put his foot up on the bench I was sitting on and said 'kiss it' I
hesitated and he nodded toward Scott's gym locker 'wonder what he'd think of
this' showing me the pic again. I bent down and kissed it and he said 'good
now lick' and as I did my hand went to my cock. 'Eh!' he half shouted and I
froze n turned my eyes up toward him mytongue sicking out and on his
sneaker. He snapped another pic n said 'you don't touch your cock faggot' I
dropped my arm to my said n he smiled 'good now go on'

I don't know how long he had me there licking cause I was totally lost in it
but couldn't have been more then a few minutes until he started to walk away
saying 'come on' as e did. I didn't hesitate -- I followed him right into the
showers. 'On your knees' and I did just following his commands -- wanting to
follow his commands like doing what he said was all I wanted. There was one
part of the back of my head saying 'what the fuck are you doing?' but the
rest of me just did as I was ordered and felt right about it.

As he unzipped his fly he said 'Open' and he placd the head of his cock on
my lips. 'I suggest you swallow every drop cause being covered in piss for
the rest of the day and the bus ride home is going to be very hard to
explain' as the stream started to flow into my mouth. I panicedly swallowed
and swallowed very quickly as he pissed into my mouth. A little dribbled
down my face and onto my clothes but not that much. He finished and put his
cock away with me still kneeling there. He reached over and tussled my hair
like he was petting a dog's head. 'Good boy, Sebastian.' I actually started
to smile.

'Come to my house after school' and when I started to say I couldn't he cut
me off before the first syllable got out of my mouth 'Not up for
discussion.' And as he walked away, me still kneeling there, I heard him say
'always wanted a slave'

At the end of the day I went to where the uses were n watched for him. Saw
him with his friends, so kept my distance. Got on the same bus as him but
sat in the first seat behind the driver and he was in the back with his
friends. When he got off I casually followed him my heart pounding the whole
time. We got to his house went into the basement which was his bedroom and
workout area.

He finally spoke 'strip down to your underwear' and I did til I was just in
my titghie whities. He shook his head 'you don't just fukin throw your
clothes on my floor -- fold them, stack then and put them in he corner by the
door' I quickly did it and came back to stand in front of him. He had
flopped into a chair n turned started some video game. 'Your blocking the
view stupid' I moved aside.

He kicked off his sneakers 'down on your knees nose in my sneaker faggot' I
did it and he put his feet on my back like I was a foot rest and kept
playing his game. As I breathed in the smell from his sneaker my cock, which
was already rock hard, started to ooze a little pre-cum.

He must have kept me there n played his game for an hour before he stood up
n told me to do the same. 'your pretty good at following orders but you
definitely need to be trained' I started to say something and he cut me off
'only three things should come out of your mouth unless I ask you something
specific -- either Yes Sir, No Sir or Thank You Sir got it?'

'Yes Sir' I answered quickly and he smiled as the back of my brain kept
asking the rest of me what the fuck I was doing.

'OK, first thing.' He went to a drawer and got a small bracelet of chain
mail. He had me put my foot on a chair and he riveted the last links
together tightly around my ankle so it wasn't coming off without some heavy
duty metal cutters. 'Congratulations, you are now marked as my property'

'Yes Sir. Thank You Sir." Amazed at how enthusiastic I sounded. He just
smiled. "make sure to shine that every day to show how proud you are to be
owned and marked'

'That underwear is unacceptable from now on you only wear thongs. Starting
tomorrow every day be in the locker room ten minutes before home room so I
can inspect your anklet and underwear"

'Yes Sir'

'Now, lets see... you hesitated when I told you to kiss my sneakers, you
spilled some of my piss, you just tossed your clothes on the floor, and you
are wearing unacceptable underwear -- that's four punishments. Oh, right, you
also tried cutting me off twice and didnt use permissible phrases -- lets
call those one for easy math. So five punishments.'

I swallowed hard and the back of my brain was screaming but I stoically
answered 'Yes Sir'

'Punishments will start off easy and as you get more experienced as a slave
they will get harder and harder, understand?

'Yes Sir'

He told me to fetch my own belt which I did and presented it to him. He then
had me bend over the chair and he explained'

'Lets call it two each so it will be a total of ten. After each you will
give me the count and thank me. Mess up and we start over, got it?'

'Yes Sir'

He gave me the full ten, each one hard, and I managed to keep count and
thank him after each one.

When he finished he tassled my hair again 'well done Sebastian, you are
going to make a great boy.'

I couldn't believe it but I smiled and said 'Thank You Sir'

'I was going to let you suck my dick, but with five screw ups, I don't think
you earned that. Maybe tomorrow, if you are a good boy. See you in the
locker rom.'

He went and sat down and started his game again. I quickly got up quietly
got dressed and let myself out. On the walk home I thought about tomorrow. I
jacked three times when I got home.