Chris and Mike had met their freshman year of college. Two young, virile guys in their prime. They were neighbors in their dorm at Umass Amherst. They met one day in a dormmates' room smoking pot and they became fast friends. They both loved sports, music, politics, and video games. They also loved to argue about these things, aggressively. Both boys wanted to win. Moreover, they wanted to beat the other guy. Chris and were two very competitive guys. It soon became an obsession between the two to constantly outdue eachother. In everything. Every ame, sport, argument. And they would always go after eachother's pered akness. Chris would almost certaintly end every argument with, "well, I still have a better body than you!" And he did. Chris was a 5'8 block of muscle. He worked out religiously and it showed. He had a ripped six pack that made all the girls on the floor go wild with lust. He knew he had Mike beat in this one and he threw it at him whenever he could. Taking his shirt off at every opportunity. Especially if Mike was around. And Mike's retort would alws be, "well, I still have a longer dick than
you." And it wa ue. Mike had a 5 inch flaccid dick that grew to 8 inches. Chris had around 3 inces soft and grew to a respectable 6.5. Chris would wince at that reply. He wondered how true it could be.
So a rivalry was born.
Chris and Mike's competitive nature evenloped everything they did. And everyone knew if their constant, never-ceasing battle. Most were even tired of it. This competition even extended to their girlfriends. Chris' girlfriend was Melissa. She was 5'6, Italian, dark-brown haired, and had small hands and feet. She was also a cheerleader and could often be found donning her cheer skirts and black n silver sports bra(which left little to the imagination with her nice perky small c cup breasts). She was the object of every guy's desire in the dorm. Mike's girlfriend was Bridget. A cute, girl next door type. She was very petite at 5'1, Irish, blue eyed, and big breasted for her small body. She had very tiny but cute hands and feet. She would often be found in her comfort clothes: small umass booty shorts and a tank top. Many of the guys had noticed the shy, quiet girl as she pitter-patted barefoot from the bathrooms to her dormroom.
Chris and Mike started to take their competition to the bedroom. If one guy fucked his girl for an hour. The other guy would go for two hours. If one guy did something kinky with his gf, the other would go kinkier. Soon it became clear that a win in this fight would have to come by getting with the other guy's girlfriend. And so with this in mind, Mike approached his gf, Bridget with the idea of having a threesome with him, her, and Melissa. Now up until this point, the girls had always been somewhat exasperatingly humored by the constant back and forth between the two. They even got a lil competitive themselves. Wanting to see their guy win. But for Bridget, something recently had changed. For now, Bridget wanted nothing more than to see her man lose. A week earlier she had been approached by Melissa. Melissa, spurred on by a highly aggressive Chris, wanted to have a threesome of their own and wanted Bridget. Bridget was very flattered by this. She knew Melissa was the hottest girl among the dormmates. She knew she was hot. And Chris, well, she had one of those girls too who eye'd his ripped body with lust. She too wanted him. Every girl did. And she found out something else about Chris. He WAS hung. Melissa revealed to Bridget that Chris was very very thick. He split her wide and made her cum easily. This impacted Bridget hard. Yes Mike was long, but he was soo skinny. His body and his cock. She was always left wanted more. To filled up more. Thickness. And as far as cumming during penetration? Mike never made her do that. She always had to make him go down on her after. She was more than a little ticked at her bf when she found out about Chris' cock. She had been witness to Mike claiming to be bigger than Chris. She had always thought it mean. But if Chris had the better cock and body? She wanted Mike to know it. She didn't want him bragging anymore. So she agreed to do the threesome after a week worth's of convincing by Melissa and a weeks worth of flirting by Chris. She was going to fuck Chris and Melissa and Mike was going to witness it. And she knew just how to make it happen. She was going to divulge his biggest weakness to hid most intense rival.
Mike had a weakness for feet. A very powerful foot fetish.
Bridget had begun to sense a submissiveness in Mike from the first time he had sex. He always preferred her on top. He would often whimper or beg during sex, and had even routinely referred to her as master. That, and he became obsessed with her tiny, cute barefeet. He had to massage, and kiss, and lick them. He loved sucking her toes. And admittedly, she did as well. She felt powerful. And soon, she promised, Chris would feel powerful too. Chris was floored when Bridget relayed him this info with Melissa. Finally he had something on Mike. Finally he had a chance to shut his friend up for good. And he wasnt going to let it pass him by. Bridget laid out her plan to them. She had offered to make a homemade porn with Mike instead of the threesome. She convinced Mike play it for Chris and show him how it's done. She said to him, "You can show off your big dick to Chris and tell him to top that!". Mike liked the idea. Yea, that would show Chris. Beat that he would say. Bridget even planted the idea of them drinking and watching the tape while they jerked off. Mike agreed, he would say he had a new hot porn and by the time they had their pieces out Chris would realize it was of Mike and Bridget and Mike could brag on camera and right there in the room. His big dick on display for Chris to be jealous of. The trap was set. Bridget told Chris to use Mike's secret against him. That if faced with the truth of his weakness being outed, and Chris' thickness on display, that Mike's self confidence would crumble and he would break. Bridget told Chris that if he threatened to fuck her and have her feet, Mike would become insanely jealous and frightened. And ultimately Mike would beg for mercy. But Bridget told Chris and Melissa the key to making sure this worked. Mike had to bow down. He had to worship barefeet. He had to worship Chris' barefeet. Chris eyes widened in shock, then the corners of hid mouth went up into an evil grin. He had to make his best buddy bow down to him. He had to make Mike his own footslave. This was too good to be true.
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Mike's eyes darted back and forth from his friend's strong feet to his bulging, thick phallus, to his buddy's intimidating stare. Again they sat in suspense. Finally showed his first sign of weakness, "Chris, please." he whispered so softly that normally it would have been inaudible, but in this tension filled silence echoed loudly. Chris cracked a slight grin, sensing weakness and goin in for the attack. But he told himself to be patient, to enjoy this. He would get Mike there, but he wasn't goin to rush this. He was going to savor it. This was a once and a lifetime opportunity and if he played it just right, he might make it last a lifetime. And he might turn his buddy into a cuckold and his own personal footslave. So he prodded Mike more.
"Please what, Mike?"
"Please don't do this to me!"
"Do what? What is it you think I'm gonna make you do? Your gf looks good naked ya kno. She's real flirty too. Those titties and that bubble butt. Mmm, I'd love to tap that." he teased. Mike's face was priceless. He was breaking. He looked simultaneously worried, jealous, scared, and turned on. Chris, sensing blood, went in for the kill, "And those sexy little barefeet of hers? Oh yeaa, I'm def gonna havta suck those cute toes."
Mike tumbled down to his knees before he even processed his next move. He clasped his hands together and blurted out, "Chris pleasee! Not Bridget's toes! They're mine! I need them! Don't take them from me! I'll do anything! I'll do whatever you say!!!"
Chris smiled widely and squeezed his cock extra hard so it bulged even more. It looked like a coffee can now. Chris had him. This was it. Victory was within his grasp and he wouldn't let it slip away like Mije had, "I dunno, buddy. I bet Bridget would love me sucking her plump toes while i stretch her tight pussy with my huge thick dick!" as if, on cue, the onscreen Bridget blurted out, "Why aren't you thicker? I waannaa cum all ready!"
Chris laughed at Mike. Mike begged his friend again, "Chris, please don't fuck my girl! Don't lick her feet, I'll do anything! I'll I'll...," he looked at the barefeet on the table before him and gulped, "...I'll kiss your feet!!" he shouted. Chris looked down at his dominant feet. He raised a foot and moved it in the air in front of his buddy's face. He looked at it quizzingly and seemed not to notice that he was wiggling his toes inches from Mike's face.
"Kiss my barefeet? I hadn't thought of that. That's interesting. I've never had someone bow down to my feet before. I think this could work. But Bridget is pretty tempting. You'd have to do more than jus kiss them I think."
"I'll lick them! I'll suck them too!" he offered, perhaps a bit too quickly.
"That'll work. But your gf is pretty tempting still, you'd havta be my footslave for a long time.."
"For the rest of my life! Please, Chris! Please, have mercy?!"
Chris smiled mischievously.
"Then I think you need to beg for them, Mike. Beg for my smelly barefeet, buddy." Chris insisted.
Mike flinched. It was bad enough he was gonna havta do this, did he really havta beg for it too? "Why do I have to beg, Chris?"
"Because I don't want there to be any misunderstanding between us, Mike. I win. You lose. Your the bitch, I'm the master. No longer will there be any doubt between us. I fucking win you pathetic little wimp. Now beg me good and then start kissing my feet and maybe I'll spare your girl the fuckin of her life!!"
This was it. This was the moment. Mike kept looking at the feet in his face, the fat dick in his buddy's hand, and finally Chris' cocky, arrogant, elated face. The two friend's sat frozen there. Mike looked into his friend's eyes and said, "Chris, please let me kiss your feet. Your the man. I bow down to you. You win. I've always been jealous of your body and I'm jealous of your huge cock. Please Chris, I promise I'll show you respect. Pleaseee, Chris, let me lick your barefeet!!!!!"
Chris smiled, this was going to be fun.
you." And it wa ue. Mike had a 5 inch flaccid dick that grew to 8 inches. Chris had around 3 inces soft and grew to a respectable 6.5. Chris would wince at that reply. He wondered how true it could be.
So a rivalry was born.
Chris and Mike's competitive nature evenloped everything they did. And everyone knew if their constant, never-ceasing battle. Most were even tired of it. This competition even extended to their girlfriends. Chris' girlfriend was Melissa. She was 5'6, Italian, dark-brown haired, and had small hands and feet. She was also a cheerleader and could often be found donning her cheer skirts and black n silver sports bra(which left little to the imagination with her nice perky small c cup breasts). She was the object of every guy's desire in the dorm. Mike's girlfriend was Bridget. A cute, girl next door type. She was very petite at 5'1, Irish, blue eyed, and big breasted for her small body. She had very tiny but cute hands and feet. She would often be found in her comfort clothes: small umass booty shorts and a tank top. Many of the guys had noticed the shy, quiet girl as she pitter-patted barefoot from the bathrooms to her dormroom.
Chris and Mike started to take their competition to the bedroom. If one guy fucked his girl for an hour. The other guy would go for two hours. If one guy did something kinky with his gf, the other would go kinkier. Soon it became clear that a win in this fight would have to come by getting with the other guy's girlfriend. And so with this in mind, Mike approached his gf, Bridget with the idea of having a threesome with him, her, and Melissa. Now up until this point, the girls had always been somewhat exasperatingly humored by the constant back and forth between the two. They even got a lil competitive themselves. Wanting to see their guy win. But for Bridget, something recently had changed. For now, Bridget wanted nothing more than to see her man lose. A week earlier she had been approached by Melissa. Melissa, spurred on by a highly aggressive Chris, wanted to have a threesome of their own and wanted Bridget. Bridget was very flattered by this. She knew Melissa was the hottest girl among the dormmates. She knew she was hot. And Chris, well, she had one of those girls too who eye'd his ripped body with lust. She too wanted him. Every girl did. And she found out something else about Chris. He WAS hung. Melissa revealed to Bridget that Chris was very very thick. He split her wide and made her cum easily. This impacted Bridget hard. Yes Mike was long, but he was soo skinny. His body and his cock. She was always left wanted more. To filled up more. Thickness. And as far as cumming during penetration? Mike never made her do that. She always had to make him go down on her after. She was more than a little ticked at her bf when she found out about Chris' cock. She had been witness to Mike claiming to be bigger than Chris. She had always thought it mean. But if Chris had the better cock and body? She wanted Mike to know it. She didn't want him bragging anymore. So she agreed to do the threesome after a week worth's of convincing by Melissa and a weeks worth of flirting by Chris. She was going to fuck Chris and Melissa and Mike was going to witness it. And she knew just how to make it happen. She was going to divulge his biggest weakness to hid most intense rival.
Mike had a weakness for feet. A very powerful foot fetish.
Bridget had begun to sense a submissiveness in Mike from the first time he had sex. He always preferred her on top. He would often whimper or beg during sex, and had even routinely referred to her as master. That, and he became obsessed with her tiny, cute barefeet. He had to massage, and kiss, and lick them. He loved sucking her toes. And admittedly, she did as well. She felt powerful. And soon, she promised, Chris would feel powerful too. Chris was floored when Bridget relayed him this info with Melissa. Finally he had something on Mike. Finally he had a chance to shut his friend up for good. And he wasnt going to let it pass him by. Bridget laid out her plan to them. She had offered to make a homemade porn with Mike instead of the threesome. She convinced Mike play it for Chris and show him how it's done. She said to him, "You can show off your big dick to Chris and tell him to top that!". Mike liked the idea. Yea, that would show Chris. Beat that he would say. Bridget even planted the idea of them drinking and watching the tape while they jerked off. Mike agreed, he would say he had a new hot porn and by the time they had their pieces out Chris would realize it was of Mike and Bridget and Mike could brag on camera and right there in the room. His big dick on display for Chris to be jealous of. The trap was set. Bridget told Chris to use Mike's secret against him. That if faced with the truth of his weakness being outed, and Chris' thickness on display, that Mike's self confidence would crumble and he would break. Bridget told Chris that if he threatened to fuck her and have her feet, Mike would become insanely jealous and frightened. And ultimately Mike would beg for mercy. But Bridget told Chris and Melissa the key to making sure this worked. Mike had to bow down. He had to worship barefeet. He had to worship Chris' barefeet. Chris eyes widened in shock, then the corners of hid mouth went up into an evil grin. He had to make his best buddy bow down to him. He had to make Mike his own footslave. This was too good to be true.
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Mike's eyes darted back and forth from his friend's strong feet to his bulging, thick phallus, to his buddy's intimidating stare. Again they sat in suspense. Finally showed his first sign of weakness, "Chris, please." he whispered so softly that normally it would have been inaudible, but in this tension filled silence echoed loudly. Chris cracked a slight grin, sensing weakness and goin in for the attack. But he told himself to be patient, to enjoy this. He would get Mike there, but he wasn't goin to rush this. He was going to savor it. This was a once and a lifetime opportunity and if he played it just right, he might make it last a lifetime. And he might turn his buddy into a cuckold and his own personal footslave. So he prodded Mike more.
"Please what, Mike?"
"Please don't do this to me!"
"Do what? What is it you think I'm gonna make you do? Your gf looks good naked ya kno. She's real flirty too. Those titties and that bubble butt. Mmm, I'd love to tap that." he teased. Mike's face was priceless. He was breaking. He looked simultaneously worried, jealous, scared, and turned on. Chris, sensing blood, went in for the kill, "And those sexy little barefeet of hers? Oh yeaa, I'm def gonna havta suck those cute toes."
Mike tumbled down to his knees before he even processed his next move. He clasped his hands together and blurted out, "Chris pleasee! Not Bridget's toes! They're mine! I need them! Don't take them from me! I'll do anything! I'll do whatever you say!!!"
Chris smiled widely and squeezed his cock extra hard so it bulged even more. It looked like a coffee can now. Chris had him. This was it. Victory was within his grasp and he wouldn't let it slip away like Mije had, "I dunno, buddy. I bet Bridget would love me sucking her plump toes while i stretch her tight pussy with my huge thick dick!" as if, on cue, the onscreen Bridget blurted out, "Why aren't you thicker? I waannaa cum all ready!"
Chris laughed at Mike. Mike begged his friend again, "Chris, please don't fuck my girl! Don't lick her feet, I'll do anything! I'll I'll...," he looked at the barefeet on the table before him and gulped, "...I'll kiss your feet!!" he shouted. Chris looked down at his dominant feet. He raised a foot and moved it in the air in front of his buddy's face. He looked at it quizzingly and seemed not to notice that he was wiggling his toes inches from Mike's face.
"Kiss my barefeet? I hadn't thought of that. That's interesting. I've never had someone bow down to my feet before. I think this could work. But Bridget is pretty tempting. You'd have to do more than jus kiss them I think."
"I'll lick them! I'll suck them too!" he offered, perhaps a bit too quickly.
"That'll work. But your gf is pretty tempting still, you'd havta be my footslave for a long time.."
"For the rest of my life! Please, Chris! Please, have mercy?!"
Chris smiled mischievously.
"Then I think you need to beg for them, Mike. Beg for my smelly barefeet, buddy." Chris insisted.
Mike flinched. It was bad enough he was gonna havta do this, did he really havta beg for it too? "Why do I have to beg, Chris?"
"Because I don't want there to be any misunderstanding between us, Mike. I win. You lose. Your the bitch, I'm the master. No longer will there be any doubt between us. I fucking win you pathetic little wimp. Now beg me good and then start kissing my feet and maybe I'll spare your girl the fuckin of her life!!"
This was it. This was the moment. Mike kept looking at the feet in his face, the fat dick in his buddy's hand, and finally Chris' cocky, arrogant, elated face. The two friend's sat frozen there. Mike looked into his friend's eyes and said, "Chris, please let me kiss your feet. Your the man. I bow down to you. You win. I've always been jealous of your body and I'm jealous of your huge cock. Please Chris, I promise I'll show you respect. Pleaseee, Chris, let me lick your barefeet!!!!!"
Chris smiled, this was going to be fun.
