Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2019 17:29:45 -0400 From: Thomas Marshall Subject: Richard's Good Boy This story is based on true events. It involves two friends and has very heavy foot fetish themes along with light domination. If this material is not legal for you to read, then please do not read any further. Richard's Good Boy-Chapter 1 I met Richard the beginning of August 2010, him and his family had moved in a couple weeks before. It was on the beach I first spoke with him, I was there with some friends doing some fishing and dicking around in general. I had just turned 16 years old not long before, and Richard turned out was just turned 13. He was a really cute guy, though very short at 5'1" and slim for his age. He had dark brown hair that winged up around the ends, which worked excellent with his flatbib hat he seemed to always be wearing. Backwards I might add. He also had the most piercing blue eyes. I myself had the same dark hair, though I cut mine quite short. I had dark brown eyes that would turn a honey color in the sun, or so I liked to tell myself. I took a liking to Richard very fast, he was real charming and I thought he was absolutely gorgeous. We became pretty good friends over the period of the next few months. The thing with Richard though, was he loved to degrade me in small ways. Always making me pay for his food, and making me tie his shoe laces. Even more so when there was other people to witness it. I learned from his sister he was bullied before moving to our town, so i figured it was a defense mechanism for him so I let it slide. Not only let it slide really, I absolutely fucking loved it! How such a small guy could be so domineering, it blew me away. It didn't take long before I was putty in his hand, and he knew it. It was the first time he told me to bend over and tie his shoe lace I realized how much I loved being at his feet ! It became an obsession of mine. Constantly sneaking glimpses of his shoe covered, socked or bare feet. I would smell and lick his shoes any chance I got. This went on into the several first months of our friendship. It never went any farther then that though, until one Saturday night in December that year. I was sleeping at Richard's house, and we had a great night like always. After Richard fell asleep, I lied awake. After a few minutes, I knew I wasn't falling asleep unless I came, because I could just smell the socks Richard had just peeled off before bed. As quiet as I could, I snuck up to the foot of his bed and found the socks. Trembling a bit, I picked them up, and brought them to my face. They were soaked through with his sweat, and after 2 or 3 whiffs I jammed both socks in my mouth. Richard's flavor and smell flooded my senses, and my cock completely tented my boxers. I started to push the socks further down, but I went too far, and gagged on them, loud. Richard sprang up, probably worried I was actually choking. When he saw me at the foot of his bed, still pulling my finger out of my mouth, he went from panicked to curious. He turned the light on and sat looking at me, his hair all messy and curiosity in his eyes. "What were you doing?" he asked, without any anger in his voice. I really could've cried. I was so embarrassed and so scared Richard would never wanna see me again. I looked away for a minute, blushing hard. "Hey, c'mon Shane, you can tell me anything" I turned back to look at him, but looked down at his bed and spit his dirty socks out. It was fucking humiliating. "Why are you sucking on my socks?", again, not mad at all, just boyish curiousity. I couldn't look at him, so I spoke to him looking down. "It's just a thing I'm into. I'm really sorry, but I'm really attracted to you. I just love everything about you, and I love everything you do" He didn't really seem surprised "That's fine Shane, please don't be sorry for how you feel okay?" "You're not mad?" "No man, it's fine" I looked into his eyes, and there was a bit of an awkward silence. He looked me up and down, and could tell I was still nervous. "So" he said, with a faint grin coming across his face, "tell me more about this thing" At this point, I decided that I was already so humiliated by this, I might as well swallow my pride. Who the fuck was I kidding, I knew what I wanted. "Well, I really just like the taste of your sweat, and the smell too" Richard almost giggled, but held back, not wanting to hurt my feelings. "The truth is I love being degraded. The way you humiliate me in front of my friends, or use me like an object. The way you make me buy you things and carry you, I love it so much. I don't know why but I just love it. I really wish you'd take full control of me, and make me do whatever you want. I would do anything Richard" "Full control?" he asked, now grinning from ear to ear "Absolutely, I'll do anything. Honestly the more the disgusting and degrading it is the more I love it. And I love it when you laugh at me for it and taunt me, I love it so much Richard. I would let you do anything, without even warning me. I just want you to completly dominate me." He looked like he thought about what I had just said for a few seconds. "Is there anything else you do?" "I lick your shoes all over every chance I get" "Really?" he asked, giggling like crazy I nodded. He stopped giggling after a second or two, then raised his chin up a bit and smiled, almost like he wanted to look down at me. He stuck his bare right foot out from under his blankets and held it inches from my face "Want the real thing Shane?" he asked wiggling his toes He giggled at my obvious desperation "Smell em Shane" I pounced on his foot, burying my nose in his little toes and inhaling until I felt lightheaded Richard loved it, watching this older boy so desperate to be at his feet. He was giggling, saying things like "Sniff harder Shane" or "Smells great huh Shane?". He always said my name with such a dominant tone it sent chills down my spine. He brought his other foot to my face after another minute or so. "Stick out your tongue Shane" I stuck it as far out as possible, and he started running his soft size 6 soles along my tongue, filling my mouth with his heavenly sweaty flavor. "Good boy, goooood boy" he said, as if I was a dog "Taste good Shane?" "It tastes amazing" I replied, with my tongue still dragging along his soles, throwing Richard into another fit of his adorable boyish giggling. After probably 10 minutes in total, Richard pulled his feet back under his blankets, and told me he was going back to sleep. He also told me I had nothing to worry about, and gave me a little pat on the head. He then shut the light off, and curled back up to sleep. I waited a few minutes for him to go to sleep, then got up, went to the bathroom attached to his room and came harder than I ever fucking have. Now completely spent, I laid down on Richard's floor and passed out. I woke up to Richard squatting over me, giving me his playful little smacks to wake me up. Thank God he was looking at my face, and didn't see my cock jump to attention. "Morning Shane" he said, with a grin that was melting my fucking heart. "Morning" I replied groggily "Did you have fun last night?" "mmmmmmmmm" I answered nodding, still half asleep "I bet" he replied, then gave me one more gentle smack and got up. I hid my boner quick, then rubbed my eyes trying to wake up. "Can you give me a hand fixing the snowmobile after breakfast?" "Of course" "Good boy" he said, smacking my cheek with his foot as I pulled my pants on. We got dressed, went upstairs and ate some breakfast. Richard talked and talked while we ate, then when we finished we went downstairs into the garage. Despite me being older, Richard knew far more about engines than I did. I didn't like automotive then and I still don't now. But Richard rattled off that it was idling really rough and he had to do something with the carburetor. I stood just holding the light for him. "Go get me a 10 mm wrench" I fetched his tools for him, and before long he had it running great. I cleaned his tools and put them away. Richard put down a rag he had, and wiped his greasy hands on my shirt, giggling. We went back inside, and kicked off our boots and coats. We grabbed drinks, then went down to the basement and started watching TV. After a few minutes, he slid his socked feet under my shirt, and pressed against my side. They were a bit cold, but damp with sweat. It felt amazing just having them against my body. He said nothing, but just scrunched his toes against me, driving me wild. Richard leaned forward, and pulled off his dirty socks. Giggling, he pressed his bare feet into my side, and forced his dirty socks into my mouth, making my moan a bit. I couldn't believe that in two hours, these clean socks were saturated with Richard's feet, it was amazing. "Swallow them Shane" he said, giggling "and keep my feet warm" he said, wiggling his bare toes into my ribs. He allowed me a few minutes of sucking his socks, and his feet were definitely warmed up. Then, when his show went to commercials he took his feet off me, which made me look at him. He pointed down at the floor, with a little grin on his face. As I slid down onto the floor, he curled up and got cozy, with his legs tucked in a bit. "Spit out the socks" he ordered, and I reluctantly obeyed. His show came back on, so he turned his attention back to the TV. He tapped his foot against the couch, and I understood what he wanted. With my body on his floor, I put my head up on the couch, pressed into his feet, and sucked his toes into my mouth. "Ahhhhh, nice and warm" he said, stretching out his toes in my mouth as I licked between them, swallowing all the delicious filth and toe jam he was feeding me. He reached down and starting petting me like I was a puppy. My cock was throbbing in my boxers, leaking precum like a faucet. I was too damn horny to control myself, and started to slide his soft foot further down my throat. After a few centimeters, Richard picked up on what I was doing and focused on me. He grabbed my head lightly and gently pushed his foot in deeper. "You can get it in deeper, c'mon Shane" he said, giggling After about half of his foot with in my mouth, and his toes were practically in my throat, he hit my gag reflex. "Oh fuck! I'm sorry" he said, trying to pull his foot back. I moaned happily though, and grabbed his ankle, keeping his toes in my throat. "Wait.... did you like that?" he asked, staring right in my eyes. I nodded and moaned, completely embarrassed but so desperate to feel his toes touch the back of my throat He pulled his foot out of my mouth, and it was coated in my saliva. He rubbed his foot on my neck, smearing my spit all over it. "So you want me to do it again?" I nodded "Then ask me" Fuck! I was already blushing from the embarrassment, now he was gonna make me say it. It was really hard, but after a few seconds I spoke. "Please..... please put your toes back down my throat Richard" He raised his eyebrows "and...?" "and gag me with them" He laughed hard at this older boy begging him so desperately, and slapped me with his foot. He sat up on the couch, and put his feet up on the coffee table "Go ahead Shane" I took one foot into my mouth and started swallowing his toes, and he put his other foot on top of my head and pushed to force his toes even further down. "Atta' boy" He turned his attention back to the TV, idly bouncing his foot on my head. He wiggled his toes every now and then, giggling when he heard me gag or felt me twitch. He kept this going for the last 5 minutes of his show, then pushed me off his foot. He wiped his feet on my face and in my hair to dry off my saliva. I kissed them as he did it, which Richard got a kick out of. When his feet were dry, he shut the TV off and stood up. "Wait there" Richard told me, then walked away. With Richard gone, I squeezed my aching cock, I could feel it throbbing, begging me to cum. Richard reappeared, with his dirty DC shoes in his hands. They were really beat up, he skated in them. He giggled when he saw me looking at them. "You think I wasn't gonna wanna see this" he asked, teasingly. He sat on the couch, legs open wide. "C'mere Shane, c'mere" he said, tapping his thigh. Just the sight of me crawling over and plopping my head in his lap made him giggle. He wrapped his legs around me and squeezed my head a bit, slapping me. "Do you wanna lick my shoes Shane?" he said, resting his thumb on my lips. I nodded, staring deep into those beautiful blue eyes. "You gotta do something first" he said, with his amazing smile. He did nothing for a second, as if giving me time to object. Then he opened my mouth with his thumb, and spit straight in my mouth. "Swallow it Shane!" he said, laughing and giving me a slap as I swallowed his loogie. "Open up if you want more" I opened wide. It took him a few seconds to stop laughing but then he graciously gave three big wads of his spit to swallow, all of which I drank eagerly. "Okay, I think you earned these" he said, picking up his DCs "Give me your tongue Shane" He tried to keep a straight face, but the sight of me eagerly sucking dirt off his shoes was too much for Richard. He went into a laughing fit that wouldn't stop, but he never stopped polishing his shoes with my tongue. After at least a full minute, he got himself under control, and pulled his shoe away from my face for a second. "Oh my God dude, your tongue is filthy" I took my tongue back in my mouth, swallowed all the filth, and presented it to him again ready for more. This threw Richard right back into uncontrollable laughter, and he spent 15 minutes using my tongue to make his DCs sparkle. Every time he wanted me to swallow, he'd pull his shoes away and slap me, and watch intently as all the dirt disappeared. When he was satisfied, he dropped his shoes to the floor, let go of my head and turned the TV back on. I got back up on the couch, and for the next hour, watched TV and talked like nothing just happened and it was a normal day. I was so happy I almost wanted to cry! When it came time for me to leave, I got up to head out and Richard hugged me! I held back tears of joy "Thank you so much Richard" He didn't respond, but when we broke off the hug, he gave me one of his little slaps "See ya at school Shane!" ____________________________________ This story was co-written by myself and my friend Shane about events in his life. If you enjoyed it please check out "Chris and his Feet" here on Nifty and consider donating to the archive. Please direct any comments or criticisms to thomasm633@gmail.com. Thanks for reading!!!!