Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2010 12:27:31 -0500
From: NikeShoxDood@yahoo.com
Subject: Nike Slave II

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Nike Slave Part II "I want you to be at my house no later than 5:30
tonight," came the demand. "What do you mean?" I asked.

Kristopher was leaning over my cubicle. There was no one around at the
moment and so he chose this time to inform me of his plans for tonight. "Do
I need to remind you of our little bet last week? You are my slave that is
going to do whatever I want, or should I let others know about it?" he
threatened.

It had been five days since I managed to get Kristopher to make me his
slave. I had been dreaming about worshipping his hot body and large
feet. And it wasn't until now that I realized how serious this could be. I
was supposed to do anything that he wanted and now it looked like he was
going to make me keep my end of the bargain. I could not risk him telling
everyone I work with that I actually worshipped his feet and sucked his
cock. I had to do his bidding.

"Of course not, I'll be there as soon as I get off from work," I replied
with a nervous tone.

"Don't be late either. And bring some beer to." He said over his shoulder
as he walked away.

The rest of the day, I thought about what he was going to have me do. Last
time I ended up sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. I never expected
it to go that far. I had never done that before, and would not have
attempted it except that he forced me to do it. Would I have to do it
again? Did he have something worse in mind? The only thing I could do is
show up and find out.

So as 5:00 rolled around, I wrapped up the project I was working on and
shut my computer down. On my way to his house, I stopped by a convenience
store and bought a six-pack of Honey Brown Ale. It was one of my
favorites. I hope he liked this kind since he did not tell me what to
get. Shortly I arrived at his house and I pulled into the driveway. As I
got out of the car, he opened the door and stuck his head out. "It's about
time," he said "get in here."

He left the door open as he pulled his head back inside the door. I stepped
across the threshold and he closed the door behind me. I was not at all
shocked by the sight of his typical bachelor pad. He had a leather sofa and
recliner, a large screen TV and there were magazines and empty cans lying
all over.

There were dirty clothes lying around as if they were thrown down and
abandoned. Next to the recliner was a black pair of leather boots that he
wore to work from time to time. They were unlaced half way down the front
and there was a pair of white cotton sox balled up and stuffed
inside. Looking at them made me want to pull them out and smell their
delicate scent. I wondered if he sweats more when he wears them or when he
wears his Nikes. Maybe I would find out some day.

"Did you bring the beer?" he asked as he stepped toward me away from the
door.

"Yeah, it's right here," I said holding out the brown paper bag with the
six-pack.

"So, let's down some then," he said, taking the bag with a grin. He went
into the kitchen and put the bag on the counter as he pulled the bottles
out. He opened the two bottles and handed me one. "Chug it. The faster you
drink it, the more likely you will be to cooperate and do what I tell you,"
he said as he opened his mouth and put the opening to his lips. He took
large gulps and I did the same and soon both bottles were empty.

"Get us another one," he said as he put the bottle down on the counter next
to the bag. I reached over into the bag and pulled out two more bottles. I
opened them quite easily and placed the caps on the counter next to the
empty bottles. "Bottoms up!" He tipped his head back and I watched his
Adam's apple move up and down as he swallowed. He looked sexy.

I followed his lead and finished my beer as he put his down next to the
other two empties. "That hits the spot, doesn't it?" he asked releasing a
forced belch as he reached over and grabbed another beer and opened it. He
leaned back against the counter and crossed his one leg in front of the
other. They were long and muscular. I could see the outline of his thigh
muscles through his tight Levis and worked my way down his legs to his
feet.  He had his white Nike high tops on again just as the last time I was
with him. They made me horny or maybe it was the beer or a combination of
both. As I stared at his feet wanting to worship them again, I could feel
the beer taking its toll. I just stood there watching him empty his third
beer thinking about running my tongue over his nice sweaty feet when he
finished his third beer.

"Shall I get you another one, Sir?" I asked hoping that if I called him
"Sir" it would remind him that I was still his slave.

"Not right now, I have another job in mind for you instead," he
replied. "Follow me."

He walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light and I followed him
with butterflies starting to swarm in my stomach. As I walked into the
bathroom, I saw towels, dirty underwear and dirty socks lying on the
floor. Kristopher was standing in front of the toilet with its lid up,
waiting for me to enter.

"I don't know 'bout you, but beer always does two things to me." He went on
to inform me, "It makes me horny and it makes me piss like a race horse."

"Yeah, me too." I said. I could feel my buzz starting already. Normally,
two beers would have no effect on me, but since I had nothing to eat at
lunch, my stomach was empty and due to the fact that he made me chug the
beers, they hit me pretty quick.

"Now it's time for my slave to start his services again," he grinned
widely. "Get on you knees," he commanded. My cock started to stir as I
dropped to my knees and walked over to him with my feet trailing behind
me. "Now, slave, I want to make this clear. I don't want to have to lift a
finger tonight. You are going to wait on me, hand and foot, all
night. Anything I need or want, you will do for me, you got that?" He had
an authoritative tone in his voice that made me shiver.

"Yeah, sure, anything you want." I responded. "Is that any way for a slave
to respond?" he asked.

"No, Sir, I am sorry, Sir. I would be happy to do anything you require of
me Sir." I corrected myself.

"That's better. Now then, I think I need to take a piss," he stated.

"And...?" I asked

"You stupid shit, how do you expect me to piss with my cock in my pants?"
he asked as a grin slowly formed on his thin lips.

"I am sorry, you are quite right, allow me, Sir." I stuttered as I reached
over and unbuttoned his Levis. I unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans back
slightly to reveal a white pair of cotton boxer-briefs. There was an
unmistakable bulge being held back by the tight garment and it grew as I
released the pressure the jeans were applying to his package.

I pulled at the elastic strap and slid it down over his cock and deposited
it firmly below his ball sack. His cock was thick and floppy. It hung three
to four inches below his balls and reached just above his middle-
thigh. The base of his cock was nested in thick, black wool that covered
his balls as well. I waited for him to start relieving himself.

"I don't have all day." He said.

"I'm not sure what you mean." I said quizzically.

"I don't want to piss all over everything, dumb shit! I told you I was not
going to lift a finger tonight, you will do everything for me. Now aim my
cock, and any piss that does not get into the toilet will be cleaned up by
your tongue, so you better have good aim."

The grin on his face turned into an evil smile. I held onto his cock with
my right hand and pointed it at the toilet. I didn't think it would be
difficult to make it in the toilet since he was so long. And it was an easy
target. He started to trickle and then a jet came out. I could feel it
pumping through his hose.

It was a bright yellow and it smelled strongly of urine. I watched as the
stream hit the water and created bubbles. This was too easy, there was no
way I would miss. Slowly the stream slowed to a trickle and then just
little drops. I was safe, no cleanup. Or so I thought.

"Ok, now open you mouth," he commanded.

"What for?" I asked, "I didn't miss!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, you didn't miss, but I told you that any piss that didn't get into
the toilet, you would have to clean up with your tongue and I am sure that
there is a drop left on my cock. So you'll have to open your mouth to clean
it off. Now, I said OPEN IT!" He demanded.

I opened my mouth and he just stood there looking down and me and then I
remembered, I had to do everything for him. So I pointed his cock away from
the toilet and turned it toward my face. As I leaned over to put his head
in my mouth, I saw a drop of his piss getting ready to fall off his piss
slit.

I quickly pushed his mushroom- shaped cock head in my mouth and I could
taste the drop. It was salty and slightly bitter and very warm and suddenly
my mouth was filled with this brackish flavor as I saw him squeeze and
thrust his hips toward me. He hadn't finished pissing yet and had one last
shot left. As he squeezed, he emptied his vein into my mouth and laughed.

"Don't you like my "lemonade"?" he sniggered.

"Drink it anyway." I did as he told me and swallowed as I pulled his cock
out of my mouth and pulled his underwear back up over his mound. Then I
zipped him back up and re-buttoned his jeans and then reached over and
flushed the toilet. "That's a good slave. Did you like that? Huh, did you
like drinking my piss? Well, that was only a small taste of it. If you're
lucky, I might have to go again soon and you can have another taste. Now,
let's go watch some TV," he called as he walked out of the bathroom and
back into the living room. He laid down on his leather couch and left his
feet hang over the arm as he propped his head up on the pillow that was
lying on the other end. "MTV" was all he said. I looked around the room and
saw the remote control on the floor by his black leather boots.

I quickly picked it up and pressed the Power button. The TV came to life
and I flipped channels until MTV flashed up in the bottom right corner and
then I put the remote back down on the floor next to his boots. "Good, now
slave, get to work on my boots, they need to be shined." He commanded
tapping his foot to the beat of the song that was playing on the video.

"Yes, master, as you wish. Do you have any rags and polish?" I asked.

"I don't need anything like that when I have your tongue." He smirked.

I sat down on the recliner and picked up one of his boots. I pulled out the
sock he had stuffed inside it and placed my hand inside. I slipped my hand
deep inside and my fingers rubbed against the impressions that were left by
his large toes. The inside of his boot was very smooth and feeling the spot
where his feet sweat when he wears them turned me on. I stuck my tongue out
and started licking. His boots did not have any specific taste. It was very
smooth and my tongue glided easily across the shiny black leather. I
continued licking covering more and more area. I worked my way around
starting at the toes and ended up at his heel. Then I went to the other
side and covered it as well with my saliva.

Then I licked my way up the heel to the top of the boot. I could smell the
leather as my saliva soaked into it. It was intoxicating. When I finished
his first boot, I started on the next one. I pulled the sock out of this
one too and repeated the process. This one too had his foot impression
deeply made inside. My cock was getting hard rubbing my fingers inside his
boots in the indentations his toes had made. I quickly finished the second
one and placed it back on the floor next to the first one.

"How's that taste slave? Do you like licking my boots? Maybe you need some
more practice. I think you should clean my Nikes too. Get over here and
tongue-polish my high-tops." I stood up and started to walk over to the
couch. "On your knees, slave!" He barked out. I dropped to my knees and
crawled the rest of the way over. His feet were still propped up on the arm
of the couch and he had his ankles crossed. I picked up his foot he had
resting on top and held his ankle in both of my hands. It was hairy and
bare. I could see that he was wearing ankle sox and his foot disappeared
down inside his leather sneaker. They were white and broken in. The creases
in the leather he made from his feet bending as he walked were darkened by
the wear he put them through.

"Lick it, boy!" He commanded. "Lick it until it shines like my boots!"

I started licking. They were not tasteless like his boots. They had a light
salty taste and they were warm from the heat that his feet were
generating. They also smelled strongly of leather. I took care rubbing my
tongue over every inch of his Nikes. My saliva made them shine while they
were wet, but as they dried, they lost their luster and looked the same as
they did before I licked them. I could feel him wiggle his toes inside and
feel him tapping out the beat of the music with his toes.

"How does my sneakers taste, huh foot slave? Do you like it when I make you
lick my sneakers? Now I want you to smell them too. Take them off...with
your teeth." He was getting into this and it was making me horny.

I bit his shoelace and pulled. Luckily he did not tie them with a double
knot this time as he had done last week. The knot came loose and then I bit
the cross laces and pulled. They loosened as well and I worked my way down
until they were loose enough to be pulled off. "Now then boy, come over
here and lay down on the floor in front of me so I can use your teeth to
pull them off."

He had that devilish grin again. I laid down on the floor perpendicular to
the couch and he shifted his position on the couch to a sitting position
and placed his feet on either side of my head. Then he leaned over and
looked down between his legs, his face just a few feet above mine.

"Your tongue must be all dried out now, after the shoe shines you gave me,
so why don't I help you out a little. Close your eyes and open your mouth
and I will give you another treat."

I didn't know what he had in mind, but I did as he asked.

With my eyes closed, I slowly opened my mouth. I did not have to wait long
to find out what he was planning. I instantly felt a glob enter my
mouth. It had no taste, but was warm and splashed against my tongued. I
heard him laughing. "That ought to tide you over." He continued to
chuckle. "Aren't you going to thank me for rewetting your tongue? Or didn't
you get enough?

Maybe I should spit in it again? Huh, do you want me to spit in your mouth
again?"

"No, Sir." I said, "Thank you for spitting in my mouth. I needed that." I
lied.

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of chances thank me again. I have a lot
planned for your hot tongue and mouth. Now leave your mouth open so I can
take my sneakers off." He instructed me as he leaned back and placed the
heel of his right foot directly in my mouth. The sole of his Nike was
firmly pressed against my bottom lip and his heel was tight against my top
lip. My teeth caught the top of his rubber sole as he pulled his foot
back. He was using my teeth to hold his sneaker in place as he pulled his
foot out. He had to try a couple of times before it finally worked. His
foot came free as his Nike fell to the floor next to my head. Then he
repeated the procedure with his left foot and soon, his other sneaker was
lying on the floor on the other side of my head. Then he placed his feet
over my face and began rubbing them all over.

"Smell them slave, breathe in my hot foot odor. I planned this out for
you. I have been wearing these socks for three days. I want you to smell
them deeply and tell me what they smell like. So start sniffing." The grin
was back on his face again. I smelled deeply and my cock started swelling.

Despite the fact that he had worn them for three days, they did not
reek. They were very strong though. They smelled heavily of sweat, almost a
vinegary smell and also leather. They smelled musty too.

"They smell, Sir." I told him.

"Are you sure? Maybe you should get a second try. Smell them again."

I took another whiff and my nostrils filled with his tangy odor. It was
making me hard.

"Yes Sir, they do smell." I informed him.

"Well, I think you need to experience some more so you can appreciate it
when I stop. I want you to only breathe through your nose while I rub my
feet over your face. No wait, better yet, I don't want you cheating. If I
stuff my socks in your mouth, you will have to suck down my foot stink
through you nose. Get me my socks that were in my boots."

I reached over to the recliner and picked up his socks that were lying
there next to his boots and handed them to him. "You're going to like
this." He told me with a sarcastic tone. "Do you know how old theses are?
Last month, I ran out of clean socks so I wore these in my boots for a week
and a half. Yep, that's right ten whole days straight. In fact they stank
so bad the last time I pulled my boots off that I had to wad them up and
stuff them back in my boots so the stink wouldn't escape. And you're going
to be lucky enough to taste it. I want you to think how sweaty my feet get
when I wear my boots while you are sucking it clean with your mouth."

He pulled on the sock to release it from the ball shape and then shook it
loose. It was a perfect replica of his foot shape. I could even see the
shape of his toes in the end of his sock. He had a look of evil delight on
his face as he leaned down and dangled the dirty sock over my face.

"Open your mouth." He oriented the sock so the toes would go in my mouth
first and the sole of the sock would lie against my tongue and the top of
the foot of the sock would be against the roof of my mouth. I opened my
mouth and he slowly lowered it to my lips and forced it in. It was crusty
with dried sweat. He pushed it in my mouth and almost made me gag as he
held it there while he picked up his other sock. It tasted much stronger
than his socks did last week. They were very salty and the taste filled my
mouth. My saliva started to soak into his sock and dissolve his dried sweat
and I could taste the flavor of his sweaty feet getting stronger. He took
his other sock and wrapped it around my head and tied it. He placed the
knot squarely in my mouth and left it there. I could smell how raunchy they
were even though they were securely in my mouth.

"How do you like that? Does it taste good? Suck on my sock there boy as I
rub my feet on your face. And your going to experience smelling and tasting
my feet stink at the same time." He leaned back and rested his feet on my
face and started rubbing. They were warm and damp with his foot sweat. As
he moved them over my face, I could feel the cool air strike the spots
where he left a sweaty footprint. My mouth was full of his salty-sweat
taste and I could smell his leather-musty feet. The experience as making my
head spin. My cock was growing with excitement and soon I would explode. He
kept rubbing and wiggling his toes. He scraped his feet on my nose on the
side of my face and my forehead. Wetting my entire face with is damp
feet. Ten minutes must have gone by because I heard two videos finish.

"What do you think there foot slave? Does my feet sweat taste and smell
good? Maybe you need to taste the real thing now. I think I want another
foot massage from your tongue. But first, you should wash the taste of my
nasty socks from your mouth. So you can start with a clean taste of my
feet. Go and get us some more beer." He commanded me.

I got up and untied his sock and spit out the spit-soaked one. And they
fell to the floor as he laughed at me. I went into the kitchen to get the
beer and there was only one left. I opened it, left the cap on the counter
and returned to the living room.

"This is the last one master." I explained to him.

"Don't worry I have plenty of beer for you... on tap." He said as he stood
up. "Undress me." I was afraid I knew exactly what he meant. But I had to
do what he wanted. So I undid his button to his jeans and unzipped
them. Then I pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and
kicked them aside. This left him standing there in his boxer-briefs, ankle
socks and T-shirt. I removed his T-shirt by pulling it up over his head,
lying on the floor next to his jeans. I reached over and started to pull
his underwear down and he stopped me.

"Use your teeth." He instructed me. "I bit the elastic band of his shorts
and worked them down. My nose brushed against his cock as I did so and it
bounced up at attention and back down again. I could tell he was getting
horny. His cock was half hard and growing bigger. I had to move around
behind him to pull his briefs down in the back and as I tugged them down
from behind, my nose passed through his ass crack like a credit card going
through a card reader at a grocery store. I made sure I did not inhale as
my nose worked its way down his slot. I did not want to find out what his
ass smelled like.

That would be the last thing to do at this point, giving him another idea
to torture me. Now that the band was below his ass, it loosened and fell to
the floor where he stepped out of them as well. As I was disrobing him, he
was taking sips from his beer the whole time and now it was half empty. He
stood there in front of me, naked except for his ankle socks. His cock was
pointing straight at me, perfectly perpendicular to his ribbed stomach. He
had his own little six-pack. His pubic hair made a nice wreath around his
pole and his balls dangled heavily below them.

"I told you beer makes me piss." He said as he brought his bottle up to his
lips again and took another swig. "And being the kind of Master that I am,
I want to wash your mouth out from the taste of my nasty socks for you. But
since this is the only beer left, I guess you'll have to drink recycled
beer. And as an added treat, I'll let you drink it right from the tap. And
when you run the tap dry, I'll let you remove my socks with your tongue and
massage my feet. Doesn't that make your mouth water just thinking about my
cock pumping beer down your throat? So get to it, I have been holding it
for the past half hour. Get on you knees and open wide. And you better keep
up with me and not spill a single drop."

I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth, afraid of what was about to
happen. And as I put his head in my mouth, I was surprised. His piss was
hot and tasteless. Apparently drinking all that beer made it diluted enough
that it did not taste bitter as it had before. He let the flow go and it
quickly filled my mouth. I had to let it fill my cheeks too as I
swallowed. It happened again and again. As I swallowed, my cheeks would
fill and I emptied my mouth only to have it fill again forcing me to
swallow over and over. I thought it would never end. His piss was hot but
tasted like water. Slowly the flow subsided and finally stopped. And he
pulled his swelling cock tip from my lips and sat back down.

"Oh man, I feel much better. Now, get my socks off and start cleaning my
feet." He sat back and slid his naked ass forward on the leather cushion
and bent his knees so that his heels met the base of the couch. Then he
spread his legs, which made a diamond shape between his thighs and calves
and exposed his enormous cock. It was still only half hard and was hovering
an inch or two above his lap, still wet from my mouth. I saw it bobbing
gently as his heart beat, like a conductor's baton moving as he conducts an
orchestra. I leaned forward almost like doing a pushup and stuck my tongue
out and placed it between his ankle sock and skin. I slipped it in further
and used it to pry his sock down his foot. I was difficult getting it over
the heel because the sock became tight, but I managed it. Then I did his
other one in the same fashion. Now that his feet were free, he curled and
flexed his toes. There were a few white pieces of lint stuck to his
feet. He leaned over and watched me as I started to lick the top of his
left foot.

"I want you to eat any lint you find and anything else that is stuck
between my toes. And make sure you get in between each of my toes too."

I licked his feet and just as he told me to do, I swallowed every piece of
lint. I finished the tops of his feet and started on the bottoms. He has
huge feet and they had high arches. They were very salty on the
bottoms. And as I licked them, I looked up and saw his cock getting harder
and pointing higher in the air. It was no longer hovering a few inches
above his lap, but rather it was at a forty- five degree angle and about
two inches longer than before. I licked every inch of his soles with long
sweeps and I could tell this turned him on.

"Oh man, that makes me horny. Lick my toes too. And suck them clean."

I licked between his toes and found a stash of old smelly lint, which I
swallowed like he told me to. I licked in between every toe and then sucked
each one in turn. I was sucking on his big toe when I looked up and saw his
cock now at full mast. It was pointing straight up and his cock head came
right between his tits. He was playing with its tip, rubbing it lightly.

"That's enough, I want my balls to get some attention now. Lick my balls
for me like a dog." I sat between his legs on the floor and leaned in to
his crotch and licked his balls. They had a very strong musky smell
especially under his nut-sack. "Oh yeah, lick 'em, lick 'em good. And kiss
my balls."

I rubbed my tongue all over his ball sack and then tenderly kissed his
jewels. His shaft had now turned into a rock hard pole. Sticking straight
up. A clear fluid was slowly oozing down his cock. It was precum and I knew
what this meant. Soon would be the big finale.

"It's time, man. Suck me now. Take me in your hot mouth."

I opened my mouth as wide as I could because it was a tight fit. His head
filled my mouth and he grabbed my neck and pulled, thrusting his hips
forward. As he did this, his spear hit the back of my mouth and I gagged
instinctively. But this did not deter him. He was going to fuck my face and
I was going to be his cum catcher.

"Oh damn that feels so good, suck me man, suck me. Yeah take it, take it
all the way in."

I couldn't take any more in so I wrapped my hand around the base of he cock
and started rubbing it up and down. As I stroke up, slimy precum gushed
into my mouth and mixed with my spit. I sucked his cock head and rubbed my
tongue all over his mushroom tip. As I continued to stroke his cock and
suck his cock head, I tickled his balls with my left hand and this sent him
over the edge.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhh fffuuucccckkkkkk." He started screaming. His legs
contracted and his toes curled and he closed his eyes. "Uh, uh, uhh,
uuuhhhh, UUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Each time he groaned, he thrust his hips forward. And finally, I felt
it. It was a hot rush of thick creamy liquid. It splashed into my mouth and
filled it quickly. Five, six, seven spurts and then slower, eight, nine and
one last real slow one.

His grip loosened. "Shit yeah, man, eat it. Eat my load. Uuuhhhh
yeah. Swallow my cum."

This time, I did as he asked me. He did not have to force me to do it. I
swallowed and his hot jism slid down my throat. He released my head and I
slipped his softening cock out of my mouth. And started licking it clean
like I did last time. He switched positions and laid back down on the couch
as I finished licking his crotch.

"Damn, you get me off good. I am so glad you made that bet with me. Seeing
you grovel at my feet makes me so horny and then when I cum, you take my
load too. It's great. But you know what, I want better. The next time you
come over, bring your saddle, because I am going to ride your ass." He
warned me.

I finished cleaning his cock and he sent me home wondering...when will next
time be and what did he mean by "riding my ass"?

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