What I did to My sneaker fag during My summer vacation! Pt. 1
Those of you who’ve come from My old site know I skipped posting for a lot of the summer. I’m not gonna try to cover everything I did, but every now and then I’ll give you a tidbit. This one’ll be about jack, a sneaker fag I started to talk about in My old blog. After having him show up regularly at the park for a run (and messing with him about how much he stared at my sneakers) I confronted him directly.
“What is it you want to do to My sneakers?” I asked him. He giggled and tried to play it off, but I kept pressing him. Finally he mumbled out an answer. I heard him, but I made him say it again. First he looked around to see if anybody was nearby (there wasn’t, I made sure of that before I asked him the question), and he said “I want to lick them clean, and kiss them, and and” the last part he almost chocked on”and worship them.”
I let out a long, and loud peal of laughter at that. Then laughed even louder at his obvious discomfort. I thought he was uncomfortable at the thought that someone would hear the laughter and come see what I was laughing at than at the laughter itself though. I knew the place was deserted at this time, but if he wanted to freak out about it, that was his problem. I was sitting reverse on a picnic table bench, and he was on the ground, not too far from My feet. I kicked it out in front of Me and said “But look at these shoes, I’ve been running all over the park for the last 45 minutes, and who knows whats all over them. Just to start there’s grass and dirt, and people walk there dogs here. I didn’t step in any big piles, but there might be some small bits. And how many dogs, and people have pissed out there? And you wanna lick that up?”
He was actually shaking. There was sweat pouring down his face, he licked some of his top lip and said “Yes.”
I said “All right then,” and before I could finish he practically jumped at my feet. I had to push him back on the ground. He looked up at Me with this dumb confused look on his face, like a child who has his hand slapped for reaching for the candy and can’t understand why, I couldn’t help but start laughing again.
“But you said,” He starts, but I interrupt “You didn’t let Me finish, it’s all right, if you can give Me a good reason why I should let you do it.”
He offered some money, and I took it of course, but then I told him “Money alone isn’t enough.”
“W-what do you want?”
“I think you should beg for it.” He closed his eyes and swallowed a couple of times. Then he opened them, but before he could start I commanded “On your knees.”
He did as he was told, and received his reward. There’s more, but I’m tired. Later.
Paul said,
September 27, 2006 at 8:45 pm
Thank You again King Brian for allowing this footboy to lick the cum on its shoe and then lick it off while repeating ‘Thank You King Brian for allowing me to serve You.’ between each drop, slave gagged with every single drop it licked up and swallowed.
slave begs his Master and King to give him his next order, so it may follow and obey without question, as is its purpose in life – only to serve You, the King and Master of all.
Thank You again Master, King Brian.
Your obedient slave, paul (footboy)