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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)