Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2019 11:54:25 -0600
From: shortyy1836@icloud.com
Subject: Memoirs of A Horny Foot-boy

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Benny has always been obsessed with doing odd things for his neighbor,
Trent. When Trent grows up and moves away for college, he offers Benny a
chance to come with him, and be his loyal servant. Trent uses Benny's
insatiable foot fetish against him, in order to take total control of his
life and make him into the perfect servant, who is always ready to give
Trent or his buddies a nice foot bath. This story contains: foot worship,
bondage, seduction, and chastity. It is told from Benny's point of view, in
a memoir-type style. Look for part 2 in the next couple of weeks :)
Chapter 1: The Beginning
I dedicated my entire life to my life-long best friend, Trent. We grew up
as neighbors, him being the muscular, athletic and attractive son of two
very successful and charismatic public figures. I, on the other hand, was
short, pudgy, and couldn't even catch a ball that was thrown directly at
me. In hindsight, I can't fathom what made Trent want to start hanging out
with me. We grew up playing basketball in his driveway, with him playing,
and me failing miserably. Have you ever heard of someone hanging out with
another person just to make themselves look better? That had to have been
the case with Trent and I, because we had absolutely nothing in common.
My parents worked long hours, my father in a factory, and my mother as a
CNA in a consistently under-staffed nursing home- requiring her to work
double-shifts on a regular basis. This meant that I had ample free time to
spare, and I spent it with Trent.
Growing up, things weren't too weird, Neither of us were mature enough to
understand what was actually happening, or what it would transpire to in
the future. He would be playing his video games, and I would be cleaning up
his bedroom, fetching him drinks, and one time I even brought him an empty
water bottle, and even held it for him so he could pee without having to
pause the game. It wasn't sexual, I was just doing whatever I could to make
his day a little easier.
We never commented on it, or had any conversations about the odd things I
did on a regular basis for him. It was just something that I did, and as
time went on, it was something that he just expected without having to say
much. He would often say things like "Man, my mom won't get off my back
about my room. It needs cleaned up", and I would hop to it instantly.
Surely he knew I would, but that was okay with me. I enjoyed doing simple
things to make his day better, it gave me purpose.
When Trent moved away for college, I was devastated. I had nobody to hang
out with, and nobody to make me feel useful. In the 4 short months between
him moving away, and him returning for Christmas break, I blew through 4
different jobs. My parents were starting to get really pissed off, and
threatening to kick me to the curb if I didn't get myself straightened out.
I knew that something had to give, otherwise I would become homeless.

Chapter 2: A Christmas To Remember
I was taking the trash out one night, a few days before the big holiday,
and my whole world lit up. Trent was sitting on his parent's front porch,
with his phone in hand, probably playing some video game. I couldn't hide
my excitement, and I rushed over to him. He greeted me, and we chatted. He
asked how I was, but I shifted the conversation away from me, and put him
on the spotlight. I didn't care to hear myself talk, I just wanted to hear
him. I wanted him to know I was listening, and that I genuinely cared about
every word he had to say. He enjoyed the attention as always, and before
saying good bye, he told me to do him a favor.
"Hey, I really need my laundry done tonight. I am meeting my guys for lunch
tomorrow at 11, so I'll need them dryed and folded by then. They are in the
trunk of my car, you remember to wash them on delicate, and hand-wash all
my socks. I'll be expecting them around 10 tomorrow morning." He said
nonchalantly, as if he were talking to a hired house-keeper. I smiled a big
smile, and replied "absolutely, you bet", and turned towards his car to get
his clothes. He smiled at me with his cocky grin, making me believe that he
probably missed me as much as I missed him.
I spent the entire night making sure his clothes were as clean as new. I
loved the fact that he prefers his socks to be hand washed, because that
gave me the opportunity to suck out all of his glorious foot sweat, like an
expensive cocktail I was craving more than anything else. Trent was a drug,
a drug that turned me into a junkie. I would do some foul things just to
put a smile on that man's face.
His clothes were returned to him right on time, and I brought him a banana
nut muffin too, just because. I also grabbed his favorite sport drink for
him, knowing that he likes to drink those regularly. I walked in to deliver
his clothes, and my eyes were nearly blinded by what I saw. I was greeted
by the soles of his huge feet, with a beautiful layer of brown on the
bottom of them from walking aroudn barefoot all morning. I hadn't thought
about them much since he left, but not seeing his beautiful feet for 4
months made me all the more crazy for them! His toes were long and plump,
and his soles had the perfect shape to make any guy with a foot fetish turn
into a mindless zombie. They were crossed at the ankle, on his ottoman,
while he sat in his chair with nothing but cotton shorts on, playing his
video game. I stared for what seemed like minutes, watching his toes
nonchalantly wiggle, and I didn't even realize that I was sporting a huge
boner. When I realized I was staring, I instantly looked up at him, hoping
he didn't catch me staring. He was staring back at me, with a smug grin on
his face. I walked past him, hoping he didn't notice how mesmerized I was
by his feet. I sat the basket of clean, folded clothes down on his dresser,
and then I handed him his muffin and drink.
"Thanks bro, how did you know I was hungry?" he responded, with a cute
smile. He unwrapped his muffin, and started to demolish it with big bites.
I couldn't help but watch him, with all of his masculinity showing as he
chewed the muffin up and wiggled his toes involuntarily. As he was diving
in for his second bite, he interupted my thoughts "Damn, my feet are
looking pretty dirty dude." he said, bending his left leg and bringing the
soles of his feet into his view. He examined it for a moment, and then
extended it back out onto the ottoman. I could feel him watching me as I
watched him move his foot, but neither of us commented on it. "Would you
like for me to get you some warm water and a wash-cloth?" I asked, with my
head bowed, and a hint of excitement in my voice.
"Nah, I'm good. I was planning on hopping in the shower soon anyways. You
can go start the water though, and make sure to grab me a towel from the
closet, and a rag." he stated, without asking me if I would mind or
anything.
The remainder of my day was uneventful. In fact, the next few days were
uneventful.
Christmas Day was the next time that I was able to please Trent. He called
me later in the night, probably around 9, and told me to come over and open
my present. My mind instantly went into a panic, because I hadn't gotten
him anything. I told him to give me a few minutes, and I rushed to the
convenience store up the road to purchase him a $100 giftcard to Amazon. I
spent literally every cent I had, and I was more than happy about it. He
deserved way more than just a hundred dollar gift card, but that was the
best that I could do at the moment.
I let myself into his house (he told me long ago that he didn't have the
time to get all the way up and answer the door, and that I should just let
myself in from now on), and walked up to his bedroom. I saw a nicely
wrapped, small box with a huge bow on the top, with my name written on the
front of the wrapped package. I was excited, but also disgusted at the fact
that this perfect man wasted his money on someone like me. I prayed it
wasn't expensive, before handing over his giftcard and receiving his gift
to me.
"I didn't know what to get you, until the other morning when you brought me
my laundry. Why don't you go ahead and sit down there, on my ottoman, and
open it up" he said, pointing in front of him, with his perfect smile. I
sat directly across from him, on his ottoman like instructed.
The anticipation was killing me, so I tore it open. Inside the wrapping was
a small white box, so I opened it.
Nothing could have prepared me for what was inside that box. I don't know
how my heart didn't leap straight out of my chest, because it sure was
pounding faster than it ever had before.

Chapter 3: The Gift That Kept On Giving
I had never even seen one of those in real life until that night. It's
ironic, how something can be so foreign to you, and then become a part of
your every day life, just like that. Chastity has never been something I
thought much about, although I had stumbled across it while watching porn
before. It wasn't something that I considered to be one of my fetishes, and
that is why I was so confused about the rush of excitement it brought me.
If you hadn't guessed already, his gift to me was a chastity belt.
He noticed that I noticed what was in the box, and as I looked up at him in
shock, he smiled at me. He kicked his feet up, placing his black Nike's
right on my lap, and tapped my genitals with the toe of his right shoe.
"For years I have noticed you had a thing for my feet, but I never even
thought about it until the other morning. I have never seen a dude with
such a huge boner in my life, at least not from checking out my dirty feet.
I could tell how excited you were to clean them for me, and honestly I
wanted you to. But there was one thing that was getting in the way" he
said, tapping my groin again with the tip of his shoe. "So I have a
proposition for you. You see, I didn't realize until I left for college,
but life really fucking sucks when you don't have a faggot chasing you
around and doing every little thing for you that you don't want to do. I
missed you so much, you don't even know. Well, I missed your service, let's
say that. I missed knowing that you were always there to clean up all of my
messes, and to rub my back, and do all of the silly shit that I hate
doing." He smiled, continuing "So, why don't you move to Cambridge with me,
and you can dedicate the rest of your days to making sure that I am happy.
And... I just loooove foot rubs" he said, enunciating the last part. He
raised his foot, and was wiggling his shoe a few inches away from my face.
As if he would even need to do that much to persuade me. I was right on
board! Can we leave tonight??
"I-I-uh uh-yea-uh" I stammered, in disbelief that this was actually
happening.
He sushed me by lifting his shoe and pushing it against my mouth. "I knew
you couldn't refuse. There are a few conditions though, so as I go through
each and every one, I want you to tell me if you agree to it by giving the
sole of my shoe one single lick. Got it?" He asked, leaving his shoe
resting in my face. I gave the sole of his Nike one long lick from top to
bottom, showing him that I understood.
"Good. First thing, you will not even lay a finger on my feet until that is
locked on tight. And don't expect for it to come off, I will enjoy knowing
how horned up you are as I tease you relentlessly with my dirty and sweaty
feet. You probably won't ever cum again like a real man, to be honest. I'll
let you use a dildo once a week for a ten minute session, just to empty out
your fag juice, but that is all. And that is only so you can stay healthy.
Lick if you agree to this term" he said, applying a slight amount of
pressure to my lips with his Nike.
I licked like a maniac, beyond turned on, as he continued to go over his
terms.
"Good boy. Second, you will do every single thing I tell you. This was
never a problem in the past, but I did always treat you like a bro. I have
alot of bros now, and I don't need another one. What I need is a servant,
and that is how you will be treated if you accept this position. I won't
treat you horribly, but I also won't talk to you as if you are equal. You
will be yelled at when I am upset, you will have to put up with sarcasm,
and you will still show me the utmost amount of respect every second of
every day. Long story short-you and I are no longer 'friends'. We will be
master and servant, is that completely clear?" he asked, and I licked
instantly.
"Good boy. You won't speak, leave the house, open my refrigerator, drink or
smoke anything that would provide mental stimulation, or even go out and
enjoy a night on the town. You will live for one purpose and one purpose
only, and that is me. When all your chores are complete, you will be locked
in a cage until I decide that I have something else for you to do. This
isn't temporary, this would be for the rest of your entire life. You will
never be able to just get up and decide you are going out for a coffee, or
even decide when you get to shower. This would all be up to me, with no
regard to your preference. Same with food- you will eat whatever I put in
front of you, and you will only eat when I tell you to. I will control
every aspect of your existence, with no exceptions. Think about this one
for a minute boy, because this is a big condition." He said sternly, but I
still licked like a maniac. "You will be surrendering everything to me. You
won't even have the freedom to decide when you want to go to bed at night,
because you will have no decisions. Everything that you do will be decided
by me- I will decide what you do, how you do it, when you do it, where you
do it, and for how long. Think about it- you won't have a say in anything
anymore. Is that something you could be okay with?" He explained, in a more
serious tone than I had ever heard him speak in. I licked his shoe after
thinking about it for a moment.
"Alright dude, I'll tell you what. I am very, very serious about everything
that I just told you, but I know that you are too turned on to be thinking
clearly. I want you to go home and beat off like you never have before.
Edge yourself for a good hour or two, and then bust like never before.
Savor every second of it, and then after you've busted, I want you to think
about everything I said to you today. Once your balls are drained, and you
can actually think about it with your brain, and not the nerves in your
cock, then you will be able to make the right decision. If after beating
off and sleeping on it, you decide you still want to dedicate the rest of
your life to me and my awesome-ness, then you will lock this on and meet me
at my car at 3 o'clock. I am leaving at 3, and this is the only chance you
will ever get. If you decide you would rather not, then you will never see
me again. So you better make the right decision, because there will be no
turning back, whether you decide yes or no. Now get the fuck out of here, I
am horny too, and I'm ready to beat off. You have some thinking to do boy.
And you better not show up to my car with a free cock either, I am very
serious about keeping you locked up. I can't have you busting a nut
thinking about my perfect feet, now can I?" he laughed, and then ushered me
out the door. I grabbed the cock cage and rushed home, my legs feeling weak
and shaky from the hornyness.
I didn't get a wink of sleep that whole night. I beat off four times, and
just laid there imagining Tent owning me completely.
Just then, I thought about how his 'gift' to me wasn't really a gift for me
at all. It was a gift for him, the gift of my service and the rights to my
sexuality. I locked the padlock on, and took a nice look in the mirror. I
did look good in chastity, I just hoped he would maybe get me a leash and
collar to wear with it.
At 2:50, I couldn't contain myself anymore. I rushed out the door, happy to
know that I would never step foot in this damned house again. I finally
found my calling in life, and it wasn't at some gas station working a cash
register. I took the last few steps as a free man, and kneeled on the hard
cement slab, right beside his car, and waited for him to come outside.
He sauntered out with a shit-eating grin, and I noticed he wasn't carrying
any of his luggage. He stopped when he noticed me kneeling, and he smiled
even bigger. "There's a good boy, I knew you were a smart one!" He shouted,
making his way towards me. He stopped in front of his door, and I knelt
there staring at his shoes like a dumb ass. After a moment, he raised his
foot and kicked me in the groin, causing me to yelp in pain.
"What the fuck dude, you gonna open my door and go get my luggage, or sit
there and be a lazy faggot?" He asked, sounding annoyed. I jumped up and
opened his door, and then rushed in the house to gather his luggage. He
ordered me to put the bags in the backseat, as I began to put them into the
trunk. I was surprised, but didn't want to disapoint him.
When I finished, he told me to pop the trunk and get in, laying on my
stomach. I did as instructed, and he tied my arms and ankles together like
I was a hog at a state fair. He then pulled his shoe off, and peeled off
his sock. "Here you go boy, this will help you stay hydrated for our ten
hour long trip back to Cambridge. Open up!" he demanded, shoving his sweaty
and stinky sock into my mouth. He immediately used the other sock to secure
it in place, tying it behind my head so I couldn't spit out the other
sock.  "I left those socks on from yesterday, I wanted to make sure they
had enough 'juice' in them to keep my new slave-boy hydrated" he said with
a laugh, and then bent down to grab his shoe. he lifted it to my nose,
forcing my nose to go right inside the hole for his foot, leaving me to
smell his foot funk. He tied the laces tight around the back of my head,
and then he chuckled before slamming the trunk shut.
So I laid there, tied up in the back of his trunk, with my mouth being
dominated by his sweaty socks. Every breath of air I took made my dick ache
in it's tiny prison, because every ounce of air I was allowed to breath
smelled like the feet I couldn't wait to get a taste of. I think he knew
how bad he was teasing me, and I am certain he enjoyed every second of it.
He knew that I wanted those feet, and he knew that tying me up in his trunk
and making me taste and smell his foot sweat would make me feel like I was
losing my mind. That was his plan, to make me want them so bad that I would
willingly degrade myself just to get a taste.
That is when I suddenly realized, if I am whiffing his shoe right now, and
sucking on his socks, he must be driving barefoot. That thought caused more
pain to my groin, as my dick tried hard to get hard, but was blocked by the
metal cage padlocked onto it.
So I just laid there, chewing on the sock for some sort of stimulation, and
trying my hardest not to breath in too often, as my dick was in so much
pain from smelling his amazing foot smell. I relaxed, and anxiously awaited
what was to come when we got back to Cambridge.

And this is part 1! I really like the idea behind this story, and will more
than likely try to have a part 2 up sometime this week. Let me know if you
have any ideas or criticism, you can reach me at shortyy1836@icloud.com
(icloud gets checked more often than Gmail, please direct your messages to
the icloud address)