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Worshipping Jake Chapter 3
I quickly got up off my knees, praying that no one saw me kissing Jake's feet. My dick was hard enough to cut diamonds and was making an obscene tent in my jeans. I went back over to the wall where I'd been sitting to collect my backpack and held it awkwardly in front of me to hide my raging erection as I walked toward the school. I kept looking around to see if anyone had noticed me groveling at Jake's feet in the middle of the parking lot, but it looked as if I'd gotten lucky and gone unnoticed.
I spent the rest of the day in a fog. I couldn't concentrate on anything except thoughts of Jake. The taste of his Chucks was still on my lips, and I imagined I could still smell his shoes as I thought about my public debasement. The sucky part was the fact that I had the worst case of blue balls ever. Every time I'd think about Jake or what happened in the parking lot, I immediately got rock hard again, and by lunch time my balls hurt bad.
It was really weird, though. I mean, of course I was super turned on by Jake's feet and shoes, not to mention getting the chance to kiss them. I mean who wouldn't be? Half the girls in the school would give their left arm to get Jake's attention, and here I was actually kissing his amazing body. The thing that really disturbed me, though, was I couldn't figure out if I was more turned on by kissing Jake's feet, or by the fact that he'd made me do it in public, in the middle of the school parking lot. It terrified me someone might see me, but also excited me in some strange way. What kind of a freak was I?
I don't know what I was expecting to happen when I finally got to last period and saw Jake. To be honest, he still scared the shit out of me. Not just physically, either. Sure, as big and muscular as he was, he could easily beat me to a pulp. But the video he had of me would totally ruin my life, and he seemed like he was serious about his threat to share it with the school. I was beyond terrified of him and what he might do to me.
I was already in my seat in Ms. Anglin's class when Jake came strolling in. He sat down next to me, and, as usual, completely ignored me. I'm not sure why, but after what happened that morning, I guess I was expecting...something. Things were different now, right? But Jake just ignored me as usual, like I didn't exist to him, just like I hadn't existed before yesterday.
One thing was different though: Jake propped his feet up on the desk again. He angled his chair a little, and leaned back comfortably, resting his feet partially on his desk and partially on mine, as if my desk belonged to him and he just decided to take it. There were those huge jock feet, right in my face again. I glanced at Jake, and he had a sneer on his face as he looked at me practically drooling over his Chucks.
"Pathetic," I heard him say, as he leaned back further and closed his eyes.
Jake continued to ignore me for the rest of the class, as I sat there trying to concentrate on anything except his perfect feet inches from my face. Every now and then, I'd lean in a bit and take a small whiff of the scent coming off his shoes.
As soon as class ended, I got up and grabbed my book bag to head out. By this point, I was desperate to get home and relieve my aching balls. Before I'd taken a step, though, Jake grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.
"Hold up, faggot. Aren't you forgetting something?" he said.
Oh shit! His homework. I was so damn horny I completely forgot.
"Sorry, Sir," I said softly, hoping none of the other students still in the classroom could hear me.
"Yeah, fag, you're going to be sorry if you don't start acting right," Jake said. "Follow me, bitch."
Jake strolled out into the hallway with me following behind him like an obedient dog. I couldn't take my eyes off his confident strut as he walked down the hallway like he owned the place.
When we arrived at his locker, Jake started handing me his books, along with a list of his assignments that were due tomorrow.
"Get to it, fag. I expect it all done and ready tomorrow morning," he said.
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
With that, he turned and walked away like I wasn't even there.
I headed home, Jake's books adding a lot of extra weight to my backpack. After I got home, I jacked off furiously, thinking about kissing Jake's feet and the smell of his sweat.
By the time my dick was raw and finally limp, I knew I needed to start in on his homework. I was worried at first that I wouldn't be able to do it, since Jake is a senior and I'm only a junior, but I got lucky. Our town is crazy for football, so all the football players are put in the easy classes, so they don't risk losing their eligibility due to bad grades. Still, Jake had a lot of homework due, plus I still had to do my own. I plowed away at it all, but it still took me several hours. I could see that I would be spending most of my evenings doing double homework.
The next morning, I was woken up by a text message from Jake.
"Two sausage biscuits and a Coke. Get me some grape jelly."
No greeting, nothing. Just his breakfast order. Jake was making it really clear to me: we weren't friends, I was just his dutiful servant.
I rushed getting dressed and headed out, stopping by a fast-food place on the way to get Jake's breakfast. Fortunately, I had a little money, but quickly realized that buying him breakfast every morning was going to take more than I got as an allowance. I'd been trying to save up to buy a car, but I guess that money would be going to feed my favorite jock instead.
I was waiting in the parking lot of the school like Jake's good, obedient bitch when he came pulling in. He parked in the same place as before, and I met him next to his truck. He reached out and took the bag of food from me as well as his drink while I was digging his books out of my backpack.
"What do you say, fag?" Jake asked.
I looked at him, confused. "I don't know what you mean, Sir?"
"Thank me for allowing you to buy me breakfast, bitch. Better yet -- thank me for letting you serve me at all. I'm sure it's a real treat for a fucking faggot perv like you to get to spend time with a real man like me, not to mention getting to put your lips on my dirty shoes. So, get down on your fucking knees and thank me properly. Now and every single day from here on out. And don't make me tell you again, bitch."
I immediately sank to my knees, not even caring if anyone saw me. I was scared shitless of being exposed, but the idea that, not only would I get to kiss Jake's feet again, but would get to do it every day, almost made me cum in my pants.
"Thank you, Sir! Thank you for allowing me to be your bitch and buy you breakfast and kiss your feet, Sir!" I punctuated my groveling with kisses to both his feet.
"Look at me, fag," Jake commanded.
I looked up at him from my position kneeling at his feet, exposed in the middle of the parking lot for God and everyone to see. He was incredible. Those blue eyes drilled into me, and the early morning sun reflected off his golden blond hair almost like a halo. He looked like a Greek statue come to life, and I just wanted to worship him completely.
I saw Jake sneer at me a second before his right foot, the foot I'd just been kissing and worshiping, came up and kicked me dead in my balls. My dick, which was rock hard and dripping, also caught about half the blow from his huge Chuck Taylor.
"You forgot my grape jelly, you stupid fag. Don't let it happen again, " he said.
Jake walked off, leaving me on the ground in the parking lot, cradling my injured dick and balls.
I spent the day with sore nuts and I'm pretty sure my dick was actually bruised. A kick from an athlete like Jake is nothing to sneeze at. If he hurt me this bad over forgetting part of his breakfast order, what would he do if I really fucked up?
Jake ignored me in last period again, but did put his feet up on the desk, which I guess was his new normal. After class, I followed him to his locker without being told, walking behind him at a respectful distance. Once at his locker, Jake handed me his books and homework list. Fortunately, since it was Friday, and he had a game that night, his teachers hadn't given him a lot of assignments.
"You've got some work to do this weekend, bitchboy. You're coming to my house tomorrow. If you've got plans, cancel them. I'll text you tomorrow with what time I want you there."
"Yes, Sir, thank you Sir," I replied.
As Jake strolled off, I couldn't believe my luck -- I was invited to Jake Curry's house! I didn't dare hope he would let me really worship his body, but at least I'd get to see him in private, and have this perfect god of a man all to myself.
The next morning, Jake texted me bright and early with his breakfast order and his address. He had evidently decided I was his own personal Uber Eats. I got dressed, got his food, and arrived at his house shortly thereafter.
Jake came to the door wearing nothing but a pair of gray athletic shorts with our team's logo on them. This was the first time I'd ever seen his bare chest and all his muscles exposed, and the sight took my breath away. His pecs and arms were sculpted, each muscle standing out in relief, the result of many hours of lifting weights and football workouts. His nipples were big and prominent, standing out just slightly from his chest. His skin had that golden tan blond guys get in the summer, and I could see light wisps of blond hair around his nipples and running from his washboard belly to down into his shorts.
I just stood there in complete awe of his perfection, my mouth hanging open like an idiot.
"Well, faggot? Don't just stand there drooling on yourself. You know what to do. Or do you need another little `correction'?", Jake asked, taking the bag of food from me.
I immediately sank to my knees and bent over to kiss his perfect feet. And I do mean perfect. I'd seen him barefoot before when he'd taken off his loafers in class, but now I got an up close and personal look at his feet. They were huge! His feet must be 13s, at least! His toes were long and beautifully sculpted, and it looked like even his feet were muscular. I planted multiple kisses on both his feet and thanked him for being allowed to serve him.
"Follow me queer boy. You got a long day ahead of you," Jake said, turning and walking into the house.