Track Meat II
By: SimJanus

“Ok. Let’s go. I’ll follow you,” I replied in obedience to what was already his first command. I studied him as he walked toward his car, and couldn’t help thinking how he had changed, from at first being a very nice friendly person, to what now has become a very demanding task master. I stopped and pondered on that thought, but one more look at his super body, and once again I fell into a trance. I immediately convinced myself that this was too good of an opportunity to pass up. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t go through with this. Where ever this takes me, I will never have another chance like this. I just had to do it, I tried to convince myself. I realized that I was already enslaved to him, whether I liked it or not.

We both walked to our cars. I watched him get into a bright red Mustang. I wasn’t surprised at the fact he owned one. It seemed like the car was made for him, and it was natural for him to be driving one. I got into my car, and kept looking at him in disbelief. “Is this for real? “ I kept asking myself.

We both pulled out at the same time, and I coasted behind his car. My hands were both gripping the wheel, with my palms all sweaty. I was shaking, and wondering how insane this was. I was minutes away from getting down and worshipping a gorgeous young well built stud at his feet. And he wanted me to be his slave. Then I pondered on the thought; “Gee, I wonder what else turns him on? What does he want to do with me, if I pass the test on his feet?” I know I wanted to give him a blow job, badly, and mentally could only imagine what his hot creamy cum would taste like as I swallowed it. But would he let me suck his cock, or did he have something else in mind for me? I was scared, but still determined to see this through. I was under his spell. I still insisted to myself, that I would gladly do anything for him. Anything! He is so beautiful. Man, this guy could eat me alive for all I cared. And I’d probably enjoy it, I thought to myself.

No sooner than I started thinking, we turned on to a short dead end street and drove to the cul-de-sac at the very end. He pulled into a long driveway that went behind an old three story brick house. I followed him to the back of the house in my car. He parked behind the house, and motioned me to park my car beside his. I got out of the car, and followed him to the back door.

“Is this your house?” I asked.

“No. I am renting an apartment in the basement. I have the whole basement to myself”, he said in a cocky tone, nodding his head as if he was proud of the fact. “It’s fixed up pretty nice. We will have all the privacy in the world down there. Just you, and me!” He stopped momentarily, and looked at me with his penetrating gaze again. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? Are you ready to be my little slave?” he asked, with a childlike grin.

“Yes I am. Sure. I really want this. Let’s do it.”

He placed his finger on my chest with some firmness... Looking at me in the eyes, he said “then from this point on, you will address me as Master, and I will address you as slave. Are you ok with that?”

Nervously, I replied “Yes Master.”

“Good. Then let’s go in, slave, and see if you are worthy of me. I’ll start you with serving my feet, and then we’ll go from there”. He started turning the key on his lock, then looked at me again, smiled with his once friendly smile that I saw back on the track, a long time ago, and reassured me, “Hey, don’t be afraid, dude. You know you want this, so just play the part. It will be great! You’ll see.”

“Ok. Cool”, I shot back nervously shaking, but feeling a little more comfortable now.

He opened the back door with his key, and gently with his hand on my back, ushered me into the house, and then locked the door behind him. We were in an isolated stairway made of wooden steps that led down into the basement. Any movement we made seemed to echo in this desolate chamber. There was another door that was greeting us at the bottom of the stairs. We went down quietly, yet our footsteps were still uncomfortably loud, as if everyone in the neighborhood could hear us. When we arrived at the bottom door, he unlocked it, opened it, and turned on the lights inside. We both stepped into his apartment, and I looked around and observed that he had a very large place all to himself, with several rooms, all fully carpeted and furnished. “hmm, not bad!” I thought to myself. After we were both in, I heard him lock the door behind me. I turned to face him and saw his child like smile again, as he was checking me out. It appeared to me that we were in his living room, as I observed a nice sofa, a love seat and chair, and big screen TV and a very fancy stereo. Again, I nodded to myself in approval of his taste, and wondered how much money this guy must be making at the mill, to afford all this.

I realized now that I was locked into this guy’s place, with just me and him, alone. I was at his mercy. All the time, I was eying his muscular hairy legs, and his dirty shoes, knowing that in a few minutes, my face was going to be buried in his feet. And I was also thinking, that like it or not, I was his prisoner now, with no escape. In the back of my mind, I thought that if I asked him permission to leave, he wouldn’t let me. I tried not to think about that anymore. He was so big and muscular, and he was about ready to have his way with me. I felt weak, helpless, and so very small, compared to him. I am 5 feet, 5 inches tall, and this guy was at least a whole foot taller than me. I was so anxious to get down and worship his big feet, to massage them, and hopefully kiss them, and more. But I kept thinking, what else awaited me? Reality kept trying to knock at my mind’s door, inquiring of me, “what did this big handsome brute have in store for me?” I kept pushing the thoughts away as I stared at his entire body; his gorgeous face, his beefy chest and muscle toned arms, his noticeable crotch where I desperately wanted to plant my face, his hairy masculine legs, and his big feet with those hot Nike running shoes. Just by looking at him, I now realized that he owned me. My life belonged to him now, no matter what awaited me. And to think, that this is something I always fantasized throughout my entire life! My dreams were about to become reality. Was I ready for it?

He flicked on more lights as we walked through his apartment. I noticed that several rooms had the door closed, and I absently thought of what could be inside those rooms. I noticed that in one corner of his apartment, there was a big pile of clothes and shoes. I thought that this was a little odd, especially since some of the shoes weren’t even his shoe size. It looked like he was compiling clothes for some charity drive, but I didn’t have time to entertain those thoughts for very long. We walked by his kitchen, and once again I noticed an odd site, observing that there were many bottles of pills and liquids on his kitchen table. Also on the table, a book caught my attention and stared at me, titled “The Ancient Art of Transfigurations”, which a picture of some ancient stone temple, and several tribesmen dressed in paints and feathers. “Now that is weird”, I thought to myself. I turned and looked at my new master, and noticed that he was swallowing some green liquid from a small bottle. He then went to the fridge, opened it and pulled out a beer. I couldn’t help looking at what he had in there, and noticed it was almost all empty, except for the six pack.

We eventually migrated into a back room that appeared to be his bedroom. He motioned me to follow him into the room, and as I stepped in, he once again closed the door, and locked it. It was dead silent in here. My ears were almost aching from the empty silence that filled his place. I could hear his breathing, and smell his sweaty body odor. It wasn’t a bad smell, especially coming from him. He put his wallet and keys on the nightstand by his bed, then dropped himself down into a cushiony chair beside his bed, popped open his beer can, and took several mighty gulps. He put the beer down, smiled at me, and with his finger he pointed to the floor in front of where he sat.

“Well slave. It’s time to serve me. I want you to strip naked for me. Take off your clothes, put them in a pile by the door, then come over here and get down on your knees in front of me.”

I had no choice. I nervously took everything off. I was naked and exposed, with him studying every detail of my body. This is what I wanted, and now I’m in it over my head, whether I liked it or not. At this moment, I realized there was no backing out. I truly was his slave. I replied obediently, “Yes Master.” I walked over before him as he sat all relaxed in his chair, smiling confidently at me, and got down on my hands and knees. I didn’t even have the guts to look at his face any more. I now felt humiliated and embarrassed. I was now being forced to do as he asked. There was no more fantasy about this. It now became reality. I didn’t know where to look, or what to do, so I stared at his dusty Nike shoes.

“Alright slave, I want you to lie on the floor with your head by my feet, untie my shoes, and then take my shoes and socks off.”

I mechanically responded “Yes Master”. I eyed his huge dusty shoes, from his toes to his heel. I cautiously threw a question back to him, hoping that there wasn’t any punishment for asking, “May I ask, how big are your feet?”

“They are size 15’s, slave, and you’re going to take care of them for me”, he stated in a cocky tone. He seemed proud of his size, and I believe he knew I was aware of how small I was, compared to him. It seemed to turn him on, and give him a big thrill.

“Man they are huge!” I thought to myself.

I obediently laid my body flat on the floor, with my face now hovering above his very large feet. I could now feel the body heat evaporating from his shoes, and I smelled the odor emanating from them which hit my face like a tidal wave. I could tell that his feet were very hot and sweaty, and they smelled so nice! I slowly untied his shoes, checking them out thoroughly. They were Nike canvas running shoes, well broken in, faded blue in color, with obviously many miles of running on them. I could see all the creases in them, and observed the dark grey dust that covered them from the cinder track we both ran on, seemingly a long time ago. I now had a severe hard on, as I grabbed the ankle of his right foot, lifted his heavy leg, and started sliding his big shoe off, creating a suction of air where his big foot once occupied. I then grabbed his sweaty and dirty sock which tightly molded all the curves, form, and shape of his foot, and worked it off by peeling it back from above his ankles, down to his toes, with some difficulty. The sock stuck to his foot, and I had to practically peal it off. I noticed that his skin was soft and smooth, textured by the pattern of the sock that I just pulled off, and lightly covered with a sprinkle of small blond hair that sparkled on his toes and the top portion of his foot. Once his sock was off, he wiggled and raised his toes, and lifted his big foot right into my face, forcing me to inhale its ripe fragrance. “Now slave, take my other shoe and sock off, and go to work. Make my feet feel good.” He reached over and drank another gulp of beer while enjoying my dilemma

I looked up, and saw him looking down at me, with his head comfortably relaxed on a pillow, smiling, as he rubbed the sole of his right foot up and down my face and on my shoulder. He was now toying with me, feeling at ease to do what he liked with me while expecting no argument in return. He expected nothing but pure, simple, raw obedience and submission. He wasted no time in showing to me that owned and dominated me. I belonged to him now, just like the clothes he wore, and just like all his other belongings. I was now under his spell. He had me where he wanted me, powerless, and in a trance. Again, I responded “Yes Master.”

As I looked up, I couldn’t help noticing that his one hand was on his cock, and he had a bulge on his jogging shorts. “My God”, I thought to myself, “He is enjoying this. He has a hard on, and he is actually enjoying having me at his feet!” I immediately untied his second shoe and worked it off of his foot, while his other foot continued to play with me, rubbing my head and shoulder with some force. I noticed that the sole of his foot was so very soft and warm, and it felt good to have it rub my face, over and over again. I peeled his other sock off, just as I did on the first foot, and once again he lifted his toes and inserted his second foot into my face, forcing me to smell it. He then placed both feet flat on the floor, crunching his toes back and forth, inviting me to dive into them with all my desire.

I now had both shoes and socks off, and I wasted no time burying my face into his feet, almost to the point of suffocating. I wildly kissed them, and worshipped my new found master. His feet were so soft, warm, and smelled so nice. He lifted both legs up, and placed both of his feet flatly on my face, and started to rub their soles on me. I was hoping to massage and kiss his feet more, and maybe even suck on them, but instead, he was using my face as a foot massager. I had no choice but to lay there, and let him use my face to sooth his feet. I was helpless. I could hardly breathe, and what little I could, was all sweaty foot smell. His feet were so big, that they more than covered my face. He continued to rub his soles on me, back and forth, pressing his toes repeatedly into my cheeks, and breathing sighs of relief and comfort. I couldn’t help but rub my cock harder and harder against the carpet, and with my hands, I firmly held his feet to my face. He periodically stuck his big toe in my mouth, and I sucked it while savoring its salty taste. Then he lifted his toes, and forced the balls of his feet into my nose, inviting me to smell the underside of his feet, again, and again. After only a few brief minutes, in no time at all, I shot my load into onto the rug, releasing a heavy sigh of relief. As I was getting off, I opened my eyes and peered through his big massive soft soles, up his hairy masculine legs, and noticed that he had his eyes closed and mouth open, massaging his cock, breathing out sighs of pleasure, and quietly whispering “ooh, my feet feel so good on your face. Ooh yes.” He suddenly stopped, opened his eyes, looked down at me, and as if reading my mind, he asked “You got off already, didn’t you?”

“Yes master, I did. I’m sorry. I couldn’t contain myself. Your feet are so nice! So very nice. I hope you’re not pissed at me?”

“No. Not at all,” he stated laughingly. “It was a good thing that you got off. It proves to me that you honestly have the hots for my feet. I require that from an obedient slave. You passed your first test, and saved me from kicking your little ass for lying to me. You did well! And you felt good, too!”

“Really?” I happily responded. I was pleased and relieved, that he liked the idea of me enjoying his feet.

“Yes you did! So, how did you like my feet? Were they what you expected?”

Out of breath, and still dazed, I answered, “yes they were. In fact, they were better than I expected. I could spend a life time worshipping your feet, if you would let me.”

“Hmmm”, he pondered, eying me with a curious look, “I will have to think about that. It would be nice to have you at my feet all the time, but I think I have other plans for you.”

I gasped! I looked up at him, shocked at what he just said. I thought he enjoyed what we just did. I thought I sold myself to him as a good and reliable foot slave. He enjoyed it, I know he did, judging by the way he was carrying on, and the way he was rubbing that magnificent cock of his. And I was in total ecstasy. How could there be any question about it. Why did he suddenly change his mind?

Trying to negotiate some reason with my master, with some tact and diplomacy, I cautiously attempted to argue my case by stating “But I thought you wanted me at your feet. I thought..”

“Slave, shut the fuck up!” he said, with an evil glare on his face. Somehow, I sensed he was serious. I stopped saying anything else, and looked up at him, my eyes frozen with his eyes. We both looked at each other. He placed his beer down, leaned forward on his chair, grabbed my hair, and lifted my little body back on to its knees. With his other hand, he threw a swift and vicious slap across my face. It was a severe slap that burned my face, and caused my eyes to water.

“ I told you, I own you now. You do exactly what I tell you to do. If I want you at my feet, you will be at my feet, whether you like it or not. If I want something else from you, then you do as I say, or I will beat you until you understand and obey me. Get it, slave?”

“Yes master. I’ll do anything you ask. Anything.” I replied, now completely terrified of him. With his hand still holding a firm grip on my hair, he forced me back down on the floor and into the position I was moments ago, laying at his feet. He was rough with me, and I started to hurt from his forcefulness.

“Good. And now it is time for your next test” he said defiantly, standing up while looking down at me on the floor, as I lay in my tiny pool of cum. Looking up at him was like looking at a giant towering over me. He grabbed his T-shirt, and pulled it off, exposing his upper muscular body, with a light dusting of hair on his chest. He then grabbed his running shorts, and pulled them down his legs until they dropped on the floor directly beside me, exposing his large cock and balls. His shorts and underwear were sitting on his feet, beside my face, and I could smell the odor of his crotch emanate from his disposed clothes. Once again, I fell into a trance. I leaned over and inhaled the fragrance, and started to get another hard on. I was very nervous about what else awaited me. I had no idea of what he had in mind. Was he going to ask me to bend over? Was I now going to get it up my ass? I was never fucked before, and I feared the possibility, especially considering how big this guy was, and how painful this was going to be.

“Go clean yourself off, little slave. The bathroom is right there. Dry yourself off, then hurry up back here, and get on your knees in front of me.”

“Yes Master”, I cried, as I leaped off the floor, flew into the bathroom, and did as he asked. I looked over into the bedroom as I was washing myself, and noticed he sat back down in his chair. He stretched his powerful arms and legs, and I was once again mesmerized by his incredible naked body, that I just worshipped a moment ago. Once again, I shook my head, and determined that I would do anything he asked. I nervously dried myself off, ran back into the bedroom, and fell on my knees in front of him, trembling for fear of what he might do to me if I pissed him off. All I could do now, was stare at his cock. It was so big, and inviting. I wanted to suck on it so very bad. I wanted to swallow his cum. I was wishing so hard that he would ask me to blow him, and praying that he would not want to fuck me. His cock was so big, it would rip me apart if he decided on the latter choice. I then looked up and noticed that he observed me staring at his cock.

“You want it slave, don’t you.” He leaned forward on his chair, grabbed my hair, and forced my face to his cock. “Well, go ahead. Suck it. I want you to give me the nicest blow job I ever had. I’ll let you eat my cock and eat my cum. That’s what you want, isn’t it?

“Yes Master. I do” I said, hardly believing my good luck and fortune. I was going to have a chance to give him a blow job after all. I wanted it so bad. I could almost taste his warm creamy cum shooting in my mouth.

“Then eat my cock and swallow my cum, like a good little slave. And when you are finished, you are going to let me eat you too. Fair enough?” he said with a smile as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

“Yes Master. Thank you so much.” I thought I understood him, and had no problem with what he just said. With out a second thought, I looked back down at his huge bulging cock, and prepared myself to suck it is good as I could. I wanted him to enjoy the blow job as much as I was going to enjoy giving it. I proceeded forward, with full intention of serving my master, willfully, and obediently. Everything seemed to be going my way. Not bad for a slave’s life, I thought to myself. Yet little did I know or realize, what he meant, by eating me. I figured if he wanted my cock in his mouth, who am I to argue with my master? He was the master, and I, the slave. I would gladly let him eat me. I felt sure I was going to enjoy this big hunk eating my cock, or my ass, or whatever else he wanted to eat. I couldn’t wait. What else could anyone ask for?

The End