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
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.Controls