Off Limits

Categories: gay, high school, college, authoritarian

The following story is a fiction and fantasy. This is my first time writing a story, so please let me know what you think and whether I should continue. I have had the pleasure to serve Alphas and their feet, in the past and hope to again serve them. I hope to find a local Alpha to take me on as his submissive. I am hoping to hear from Superior Alphas in the Denver area nothing sexual is needed, just hope to be of use and given purpose by doing their chores or being underfoot. I am always open to chatting with any Alpha or submissive.

Please email me at DenverFtSlv@gmail.com

Also, bear with me with the setup on everything.

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Off Limits

Chapter One -- Re-encounter:

My Dad's Best Friend

Here I was, in a crowded coffee shop, watching my girl get on the stage to do her part in the weekly open mic. Emilia was amazing: a beautiful voice when singing, poetry that will make your heart melt, a stand-up act that would leave everyone busting in laughter, but most of all a stunner that everyone desired. All I could think of was just how lucky could I get.

My name was Sam, I was never the athlete or the typical nerd. I did well in school, had the respect and friendship of everyone. Had a slim toned body, average height, though I wore basic clothing it was never anything to scoff at. All in all, was average.

As our friends gathered around the table with their drinks in hand, Emilia was wrapping up and headed over as well. We all congratulated her on another successful set. It was then she grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her to pull her in close.

Emilia: "Hey babe, so your dad is going on a work trip, right?"

"yeah, its been a while since he's been gone"

Jake yelled and hollered, "AWESOME! Party at your place!"

I laughed, "You know I don't throw parties, the clean-up is such a bother"

Ethan: "you know we would help you out" as he smirked

"haha, sure you will. We'll see, but hey I need to head out or my dad will freak"

I said my goodbyes and kissed Emilia, "you did great as always, babe." She held my hand, "see you later?" "Yup pick you at 9, we'll head over to Jakes"

While I was driving, all I could think of was `finally, this trip couldn't come sooner, maybe Emilia, will finally let me in'. Its been such a long wait and although people always thought otherwise, everything leading up to this senior year, I still haven't been with any woman, and now its finally time to change that.

Homelife wasn't anything too interesting. I was raised by my dad, never got to know my mom. They were high school sweethearts. At 15 they were each other's first, then she got knocked up. Her parents didn't approve but she kept the baby. She moved out of town left me with my dad and ever since then he has been raising me on his own. Dad moved us into a small apartment and since then I have always done my share to help, did all the cleaning from his laundry, his bathroom, mine, the cooking, any errands that needed to be done, well you get the picture.

We eventually moved out to an actual home, which was exciting, but looking at the sheer size, I knew how much more work I would have to do, but for all that he has done for me, figured it was the least I could do. So, I always made sure to keep up with school and chores, it was a surprise that I managed to still have friends.

I walked through the front door and there was dad. "Where have you been? Don't you know how worried I was?!"

"I'm sorry, my phone died, and I rushed home, I'm sorry" as I said those words, there it was that look of disappointment all over again. I don't know what this level of control was, no words ever had to be said, that would make me feel low as if I have displeased him or have become an imposition, that maybe he would have been happier without me. He slipped out of his shoes and sat on the couch. I picked up the clothing and his shoes, as usual there it was like running in to a brick wall, the smell from the freshly worn shoes. He always wore them for long days, running a business, he was always on his feet, but these shoes were well worn. He always wore these loafers, when he needed some luck during a negotiation. As I set them aside, I head him call me into the family room.

There he was sitting on the couch his size 12 propped up on the ottoman, "Sam, here's the thing, I get you are just living your life and that you need to have some fun, but during this trip I need to know you are safe, otherwise, I wont be able to get the contracts signed. I would be constantly distracted, not knowing if your phone dies and you are elsewhere."

"I know, I'm sorry, it was just this one time."

"That hasn't been the case last Friday and the weekend before that the same thing happened."

Groaning, I mean I am practically an adult now but what was I expected to do call every hour, "I will make sure to have a fully charged phone wherever I go, you will always have a heads up."

"You don't have to worry about that, Nick will be staying over while I am gone."

"That's unfair! I am more than able to care and fend for myself, why can't you trust me?! Besides I don't even know the guy. Remember, you always said stranger danger?"

"It's that, you still act like a child, I know you're responsible, but this way we can both know you will be safe. Besides, you do know him, Nick has been my best friend since high school. As a kid you loved him, he played catch with you, got you presents, you practically adored him. We wouldn't have been able to get by without him. When I turned 18, your grandparents kicked us out, and he helped us through all of that, watching you while I worked."

I don't know what it was but for whatever reason, I couldn't remember the guy.

"He is going through a divorce and being the stand-up guy that he is, he is letter her keep the house, so I figured this would knock two birds, right? So, after all that he has done for us, we are going to have him stay here." As he was finishing his last few words, he started to take off his socks and there they were, the big, strong and smelly bare feet that would fill the room, while I began to walk away annoyed. "Hey, could you place these in the hamper?"

I have only ever been interested in women, but even in the locker room, I would always notice a slight twitch in my crotch from the smell or sight. Maybe it was from being around this exact scent all my life. "Whatever," as I reached for them and their intense sweatiness. "Oh, and before you go slump, get cleaned up he's having dinner with us tonight, so you can get reacquainted."

"But I was going to go out after making your dinner."

"You can reschedule, do this for your old man, okay son?"

"Fine," I said as I walked away.

"Love you!" he yelled.

I went up the stairs, dropping them in in his hamper, headed for my bed, utterly disappointed. `Man, this suck, this was supposed to finally be it for me and Emilia, know this other old guy will practically be babysitting me'. After moping for the next 10 minutes, I decided to shower, bringing a pair of tight ripped jeans and a plain black tee, before making dinner.

Here I was next to the oven and making a side salad, hearing the TV showing the highlights from the basketball playoffs in the next room that dad was watching, the doorbell rang. He muted the TV and opened the door. "What's up bro? Its been a while."

"I know, it has, look at you, what is this your civilian clothes?" my dad said laughing. The man, I assumed was Nick, with the deep stern voice, laughed, "you know it was Sarah who was having me wear those dress shirts all the time. Now I don't have to."

"Well, good on you, shows them muscles and soon you'll have all the ladies lining up," he paused, "Sam, come meet Nick."

I guess there's no better time than the present. I sauntered over and as I entered; I froze. There he was, slightly taller than dad at 6'2, broad shoulders, a tight fitted shirt highlighting his Greek like muscles. His pecs bounced, the short sleeves pressed against his biceps, you could almost make out his abs, 8 by the looks of it. His dark jeans hugged his thighs and butt, a silver chain across front right pocket, a dark leather belt with a silver buckle. The buckle looked like a crown, highlighting the visible bulge, that rested against his left thigh. His grey suede boots, looked huge, (`maybe a size 15', I thought), that somehow looked well used but very well cared for. Though dad had the attention of everyone when he walked in a room, this man was in a different league, he was like a model, and his voice shook me out of my trance, "Sam, hey buddy, you okay?" as he came in for a firm bear hug, feeling him breathe down on me and his pecs pressing against me, I realized and gently pushing him off, "you look like you've seen a ghost," patting me on the head. "I'm okay, just trying to see if I remember you."

"Well, I'll leave you two, to catch up," as dad walked to the dining room.

"What's wrong buddy, you really can't remember me, you basically always wanted to be with me, when you were younger, grabbing for my hand when I came to visit you and your dad. Remember, when you were scared to sleep, you would ask me to stay with you till you fell asleep and I got you that teddy bear you loved so much to help you fall asleep."

"yeah, well I'm not a kid anymore."

"I can see that, what are you 18, 19?"

"18." In that moment, dad called, "come here you two, let's eat."

Before he entered any further, he slipped off his shoes, "hold on, your dad would kill me, if I tracked any dirt in." The overwhelming musk was even more intense than what I smelled earlier, he must've seen me crinkle my nose, "haha sorry sport, haven't been able to get laundry done, it's fine you'll get used to it, again."

`Again?' I thought. He confidently left his shoes there and walked to the dining room, I stared looking at them, like how you see the heat on the pavement, there was an evident glow coming from the boots, I knew better than to leave them there, I put them away and headed for the kitchen.

I brought in the salad, the dressing, and the lasagna, I had all carefully made, Dad had taken his seat, at the head of the oval table, Nick was sitting right beside him. It was odd, I had set the table to where we were going to be sitting across from each other, but the extra plate that was set, was moved to the seat right next to Nick instead of where it was next to dad, "come sit here," he said. I served us all a portion of each and took my seat. As I sat, there was that strong, ripe smell, again, I coughed. Nick poured me a glass of water, here wouldn't want you to choke, a slight smirk on his face.

As we ate, dad and Nick, continued to talk. Reminiscing their times as the jocks, the kings of the school, their work. It turns out that Nick, is already a successful executive at a tech company. He took another bite saying, "thanks for having me over man, its nice to have a home cooked meal once in a while."

"Haha, you never could cook, did Sarah not either? Sorry for bringing her up."

"Ha, its fine, she was good, she never had the time with her legal practice, we mostly ate out."

"Well you should be in good hands, Sam, here is an excellent cook."

"Oh, this is all you? Maybe you could teach me some time," patting me on the back.

"Um, yea, sure."

"Really? Sweet! Thanks bud. We're going to have so much fun together." He looked to my dad, "thanks again for having me, definitely better than staying at some cold hotel."

"Sure thing, glad to have you."

"Don't worry, by the time you are back, will be out of your hair."

"Nah man, you don't have to rush, after all I'll be gone for a month, and feel free to make yourself at home."

I was caught off guard, "a month?!" "Yeah son, I thought I told you, there's just a lot to take care of."

Ring-Ring I grabbed for my phone, "I'm going to take this."

Heading to my room, I answered, "hey girl, sorry was meaning to call you, doesn't seem like I'll be able to leave anytime soon, it might be a little later"

"But," hearing her disappointment, "we had plans."

"I know, there's so much we have to talk about, dad laid a massive surprise, but I'll try and sneak out later."

I heard a cough and there I was frozen again, that deep voice that sends a tremble down my spine, "No you won't."

"Babe, I'll have to call you back," ending the call.

"You won't be sneaking out of anywhere, kid."

"First, I'm not a kid. Second, I'm sure you can look the other way, surely you don't want to spend all this time looking after me. I'll cover you for dad."

"Haha, here's what's wrong with what you just said: First, you are not yet a man. Second, me and your dad, are the closest of friends, instead of going to a hotel, he insisted that I come stay here. He has covered and done so much for me." A pause, "anyways, who were you on the phone with? Who were you meeting?"

"None of your business."

"That's fair, but hey, if you want to talk to your boyfriend, that's fine."

"Boyfriend?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought, never mind." He paused, his grayish eyes sizing me up, a confident smirk growing on his face, "besides while your dad is on his trip for this next month, you will be living here under this roof, with my rules."

"Oh great, you're both here! Sam, would you be so kind to show Nick his room."

"Sure thing," I looked up, being only 5'6, "follow me." He rested a hand on my shoulder as if he was the one leading the way.

It never made sense to me, that in this house, the guest bedroom was actually much larger than my own. Well, to an extent. When we first moved in, obviously, dad got the master bedroom, I thought this guest room was going to be mine, that way I would have an actual bathroom of my own, instead of using the guest bathroom. But dad explained, that guest should be able to have their own private bathroom since they would have their personal items that should be out of reach. But we never had guest stay the night. I still had to touch up the bathroom, once a month. I mean dad knows best right? So, I never bothered to question him about it again.

I opened the door for him, and he saw the California king sized bed, (dad also had the same bed, while I had a queen), the beautiful view of the mountains from his window, he pushed past me, making his way to the bed. As he nestled into the bed, I guess it was more comfortable than sleeping on a couch while him and the wife -- soon to be ex-wife. Fluttering and flexing his toes, stretching his body out, "hey your headed downstairs right?"

"Yup."

"Could you do me a favor and grab my stuff out from the car?" Tossing his keys over to me. Sounding more like a command than an actual favor.

As I was headed downstairs, dad, caught up and asked me to go clean up the dining room and to tuck away the leftovers for Nick, who he said deserves it and to help him feel more at home. I agreed but couldn't help but think, `yea, I'm pretty sure he's already as comfortable as could be'. Judging from his stature and appetite, instead of the fridge, I put the rest in the still warm oven. Rinsed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen and dining room. When I was finally done, I headed outside to grab the bags, thinking why I am doing this, being hit again with the smell of his boots by the door.

There it was a beige, Maserati, it just oozed money. I couldn't help but stare, if he has all this money, why wouldn't he want to stay at 5-star hotel being fully catered to. I'm sure his every whim will be cared for and that he would be able to get a much better meal, than from my cooking.

Opening the passenger seat, I was first hit by the smell that was coming from his gym shoes, with the soaked socks still in them, followed by the mess from wrappers, papers, dirty clothes just strewn about. I grabbed his brief case opened his trunk, grabbed his duffel bag, garment bag that had suits and dress clothes, a suitcase filled with shoes and a laundry bag that had a noticeable musk to it.

I brought them up to him, there he was laying across the bed, his socks laid out on the floor. I put the stuff down into the walk-in closet. "There you go," I said. "What are you doing?" I looked over at him questioning, half expecting a thank you. Instead a barrage of questions came in a stern voice.

"Wouldn't you say that the laundry bag smells?" -- "yes"

"Wouldn't you say that the laundry bag is full?" -- "yes?"

"Do you think that those socks on the floor should just lay there?" -- `well why did you put them there,' I thought but instead said, "no?"

"Exactly, so would you be a lamb and put it in the bag and place it elsewhere." -- "Sure, but where?"

"I thought you said you were an adult, when a bag is full or gets musky, you keep it in the laundry room." I guess I never thought much about it, since I would only take it there when I was about to take care of it, "okay."

"Don't worry, you didn't know better, I will make sure to teach you. So, we will let this one-time slide."

"um, thank you sir," it just slipped out, couldn't help but wonder why I said sir. But he didn't question it just an arrogant smirk and nodded me out of the room. I grabbed for the socks, inhaling the scent radiating from them, placed it in the bag, when a piece of cloth hit me in the face.

There I was kneeled on the ground, some piece of clothing on my head. There I stayed, breathing it in. There was a mixture of cologne, faded deodorant, and a considerable musk. I don't know what it was, but the smell was getting to me. I heard a cough and as horrified as I was, realized that I let it rest on my head for too long. I pulled it off and was instantly hit with the amused glare that was focused on me. I put the shirt in and rushed out the door. Unfortunately, there it was, I'm sure he saw, a bulge of my own. How stupid could I be to have chosen tight fitted jeans.

I headed out, checking in on dad, if he needed anything. He did. As he was packing, there I was on the floor hiding my hard on, cleaning and polishing his shoes. Taking a cloth inside the shoe and wiping down the insole to reduce the smell I was breathing. As I was wrapping up, Nick came by wearing nothing but basketball shorts, as he took his final step, I saw a pendulum between his legs, `commando,' then looked down at his big feet, his overall musk wafting over.

He asked where the leftovers were, he saw dad moving around while I sat on the floor, he smirked again, patted me again on the head, then headed down to the kitchen.

I went back to my room and laid there, pictures of HIM flashed across my mind. Into my pillow I screamed in confusion. All I've wanted was to be with a woman, but today, my body has betrayed me. It's okay, it will only be 30 days, right? Maybe I could figure something out.

In the dark, a tent in my own shorts, my breathing becomes shallow, there it was, that big foot, slapping me across the face, leaving a film of sweat and the smell nestled into my nose, followed by that pendulum, swinging back and forth till it knocked me on the forehead.

To be continued....

Sorry, have always had a propensity for detail. Please do let me know if there was entirely too much detail. Just wanted to paint you a picture for the current dynamic. The next chapter, will have more action in it, promise.

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