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Pete and Mike were both in their early 20's and were consistently ranked among the top ten tennis players in the world. They had known each other since boyhood and both were currently at the top of their games. Even amid this high level of mutual accomplishment, Pete was clearly the more successful of the two: he had won all the major tournaments of the year so far, and was on the verge of winning his first Grand Slam: a win at the U.S. Open would be the cap to a remarkable year. Mike outwardly wished the best for his "old friend," but was secretly jealous of this upcoming achievement; he hadn't won a major tournament in years, and people were speculating that his best days were behind him. That was about to change.

Mike had invited Pete to his house in early August for a short tennis match and lunch. It was a hot summer day, and Pete arrived already decked in his tennis whites. Pete had a new contract with Nike, and even had a pair of shoes named after him; he arrived wearing a pair of these shoes (low-cut, white leather, with a black swoop), adorned by tennis socks that came about a third of the way up his calf, white shorts and shirt. Mike greeted him wearing his own get-up: the two were similarly dressed, except Mike's contract was with Reebok, and while his shoes were also low-cut and made of white leather, their design had traces of yellow and blue about them. Mike had a habit of wearing his socks a little higher than most; they looked rather thick, and came halfway up his calf. (Mike also wore ankle braces to support the strenuous exertion he placed on his feet; they blended into the whiteness of his socks, and gave them an even thicker look. Mike was known as one of the fiercest players on the pro tour, jumping around the court with great abandon. For this reason, his legs were highly developed; his thighs and calves were regarded as the most muscular to be found.)

The match went rather quickly; it was clear to Mike that Pete wasn't playing at full speed, but Pete still managed to beat him in the end. After he won the final set by serving an ace, Pete came up to the net to shake Mike's hand. Pete was an All-American type, and had a reputation for being "nice." Even so, Mike sensed a little haughtiness in the way Pete said "Nice game." The two shook hands and retreated to a table just outside the tennis court; they took a seat in some deck chairs and grabbed a glass of water. Soon they would go inside and eat the sandwiches that had been prepared for lunch. The heat had produced a lot of sweat, and they both sat down glistening and hot.

"You know," Pete said, staring at Mike's feet, "I've been thinking about getting some ankle braces myself. They still haven't got these new shoes right." It was widely known that while Pete's new shoe contract gave him a lot more money, the shoes that were produced for him weren't as foot-friendly as his old brand.

"What's wrong with them?" Mike asked

"They just don't give me the arch support I need." Mike had become kind of an expert in arch support problems he'd been plagued by his own foot problems in recent years, which was the chief reason he eventually moved to ankle supports. He knew all the pressure points to check to determine the full extent of Pete's problem, and thought he would volunteer his services.

"Here let me check it out for you. Take your shoes off."

"What?" Pete replied, with a slight, nervous laugh. "Take your shoes off," Mike replied. "Believe me, I can tell right away what type of problem you're having." A nervous grin broke on Pete's face, and he turned a little red; inexplicably, he shifted his gaze from Mike's eyes to Mike's feet. Mike was puzzled by Pete's reaction it didn't seem like too big a deal but then something clicked. But he needed to make sure.

"Here, let me show you," Mike began. He grabbed another deck chair and placed his feet on it; He began to unlace his left shoe, making sure to follow Pete's gaze. "What're you doing?" Pete asked, still smiling. Mike replied: "I'll show you where *I've* had some problems see if they're anything like yours." Pete continued to smile, and Mike noticed that Pete's gaze never deviated from his feet. It was instantaneous: Mike was now convinced that Mr. All American Tennis Pro had a foot fetish, and wanted his feet. This was a very useful piece of information; in an instant, Mike knew he had to use this to his advantage. In the space of two minutes, he had gone from feeling dejected over losing the tennis match to feeling elated that his losing days might now be over.

Mike was slow, almost playful as he unlaced his shoe. He untied the knot, then removed the shoelace loop by loop by loop. "These shoes are *real* comfortable. It's almost a shame to take them off." He almost felt a little guilty, but only a little; he was clearly toying with Pete, but was enjoying doing so.

Mike unlaced the shoe as far as necessary, and, with mock effort, pulled it off his foot. He placed the shoe on the table, inches away from Pete's arm. The moist sock clung to Mike's foot; the shoe's indentation was pressed firmly into the sock and to the foot underneath. Next, Mike undid the ankle brace and put it on the table next to his shoe. Pete continued to smile, his blush getting slightly redder, his gaze not deviating from Mike's foot. Mike rested his socked foot on his right thigh. He pointed to an area of his sole just below the knuckle of his big toe. "Now this area gets *really* sensitive. Do you get that problem too?"

"Yeah."

"It's kinda sore right now," Mike said, and he began to massage his foot vigorously with both hands. "I always like to massage my feet after a game. They get so sore sometimes. Do you do the same?"

"Maybe. Sometimes."

"Here. Take your shoe off." But it was less a question than a plan of action. Mike grabbed Pete's left foot and started to unlace his shoe. Pete offered no resistance. "You gotta make sure you do it right." Mike dropped Pete's shoe on the ground, and clutched Pete's foot with his right hand. Balling his left hand into a fist, he rubbed the bottom of Pete's moist foot with his knuckles. "You gotta do it like that."

Pete relaxed a little. "Oh yeah. That's nice." Mike continued to squeeze the foot in various locations, his hands getting slippery from the moisture of the sock. "That's real nice."

"Here," Mike said. He grabbed the ankle brace from the table and began to place it around Pete's foot. "What're you doing?" Pete asked. "Leave this on for a few hours. Walk around with it and see if it does anything for you." "I can't. It's yours." "I insist." Mike wasn't just being nice. He considered the ankle brace a statement of ownership, a way of saying that Pete's foot was now his, just as the rest of him would soon be his.

"You haven't seen my new gym yet, have you?" Mike asked, charting a new plan of action. The day was supposed to end after lunch, but Mike wanted to continue his seduction as quickly as possible. "Let's check it out after lunch." Pete said sure he didn't have anything planned for the rest of the day anyway. Mike put his shoe back on and went into the house to get the sandwiches; the two shared small talk over lunch, the shoe discussion having been temporarily forgotten.

After lunch ended, Mike escorted Pete to the gym, which was in the basement. There was a full-set of machines and weight-sets, and Pete couldn't help observing: "Whoa, this is cool!"

"It's really worth it," Mike responded. "I spend a few hours a day down here bulking up. Wanna check it out?" Mike led him to the benchpress area, and Pete lay down on the bench and reached out for the bar. The weight level had been left from earlier. Pete examined it, thinking that it was probably the maximum level that Mike had been able to press that day. "Let me see if I can match you here," Pete said, really meaning: "Let me see if I'm stronger than you." In truth, Mike had set the weights to his lowest not highest capability, but he didn't say anything: for the time being, it was better for Pete to think he had the upper hand. Beginning slowly at first, Pete pushed the bar up, and eventually got it to full extension. He exhaled, and quickly let it drop. "That was tough!" he said, but quickly added, "put another ten pounds on." "Are you sure?" "Yeah!" Mike did so, knowing that he had himself done *fifty* extra pounds earlier in the day, and Pete struggled to get the bar up, eventually doing so. And he repeated the task two more times.

Pete was breathing heavily and sweating pretty profusely; neither Pete nor Mike had showered after the tennis match, and Pete's shirt was drenched with moisture and beginning to smell. "Man, you're beginning to REEK!" Mike kidded. "Take off your shirt if you're going to use my equipment!" Both of them laughed, and Pete took his shirt off, throwing it on the side. His chest was deceptively lean, and covered with a dense scattering of hair. "Look at all that hair!" Mike chided, removing his own shirt. "Look at me not a hair in sight!" Mike's chest, in contrast, was smooth, his muscles more clearly in view, and his golden skin was fully tanned, contrasted to Pete's pale if hairy skin. Pete took a good look at his muscular companion, and the same nervous grin began to break out on his face. "Let's see how you do on the legpress," Mike said aloud, thinking to himself, "You really want it and you're about to get it!"

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Pete got into legpress position, resting his back on the bench and pressing the weights forward with his shoes. It was something of a struggle the weights had been set pretty high for Mike's muscular legs but Pete was eventually able to push them to their full level. He let the weights slide back, pushing his knees above his stomach, with his legs extended in air. "That was tough!" "Yeah you're getting more sweat on my bench too!" Little drops of water were dripping from Pete's chest. Mike stood right behind Pete and placed his right hand on Pete's torso; he playfully rubbed the hair on his companion's chest, smoothing the moisture back and forth. "So WET!" Mike exclaimed. Pete briefly recoiled, as if being tickled, but before he could say anything, Mike prodded him with his other hand to get off the bench. "Let me show you how it's *really* done," Mike said. Pete got off the bench still wondering what to make of Mike rubbing his chest and Mike got into position.

"The real trick of leg-pressing is putting your feet in the right position," Mike said, placing his Reeboks on the press pads. "You see how my feet are positioned?" "Yes." "Are you looking at my feet." "Yes." "Now watch my feet as I press the weights down. Okay?" "Okay." With mock strain, Mike pushed the weights forward, and let them come back quickly. "You're right," he said afterwards, "that *was* tough! Let me try it again." With his knees bent over his chest, Mike reached up to bring his socks back to full position; he quickly glanced back to see if Pete was still staring at his shoes and socks, and was delighted to see that he was. "One more time," Mike said, "and continue to watch my shoes." Mike repeated the effort, and let the weights come back with a loud clank.

"I hurt my ankle!" he shouted. Pete came to his side. "Could you do me a favor?" Mike asked. "What?" "Remember the foot massage I showed you earlier?" "Yeah." "Could you remove my shoe and massage it real quick. Sometimes that gets rid of the pain right away." Pete wasn't sure what to do; he was still freaked out by Mike rubbing his chest, but the thought of removing Mike's shoe and massaging his foot seemed… appealing. "Which foot?" Pete asked. "Right one." Pete knelt at the side of Mike's foot and unlaced his shoe. He removed the shoe all the extra exercise had unleashed more foot aroma and, grasping Mike's foot the way he'd been shown, Pete began to massage it through the moist sock. He was very gentle with it, holding it about six inches in front of his face. Unconsciously, he brought the fingers of right hand to his nose and sniffed, taking in the transferred aroma of Mike's foot.

Observing this all, Mike smiled. "That's so nice," he complemented. "You do that so well." Pete smiled his nervous smile in return. "Do you like it?" Mike asked. "Like what?" "Massaging my foot." "It's… it's okay." "It's more than that," Mike said and, to Pete's surprise, Mike moved his foot away from Pete's massaging fingers and thrust the foot to Pete's face. Mike rubbed the bottom of Pete's nostrils with the bottom of his sock-covered big toe. Pete's initial reaction was to double back a bit, but then he brought himself back to Mike's foot, grabbing it again and placing the tip of the toe under his nose. It smelt so good, and he was finally conscious of the fact that his dick was now fully erect.

"You love it, don't you? You love my foot." "Yes." "You could just kneel there all day rubbing my foot in your face." "Yes." "Come closer." Pete did as he was bid; Mike rewarded him by rubbing his sock-covered foot all around Pete's face touching, with his toe, Pete's eyes, his ears, and his forehead. Pete was lost in ecstasy. "You love my shoe, too. Don't you?" "Yes." "I want you to remove my other shoe. But you have to do it with your teeth, because you want it so much, you'll do anything for it." "Yes."

Pete bent down to Mike's other shoe, and placed the shoelace in his mouth. He sucked on it a bit, and also managed to lick the white leather of the shoe itself. He managed to unlace the shoe, and then continued to loosen the shoelace by movement of his tongue and teeth. He bit the cup of the shoe where the ankle meets the shoe with his teeth, and pulled the shoe off. He was immediately rewarded with the fresh scent of Mike's other shoe, and deeply inhaled it.

"Take off all your other clothes. The only things you can leave on are your socks and the ankle brace I gave you earlier." Pete quickly did what he was told, pulling his white Nike socks up to his calf. He knelt obediently in front of Mike, with his fully erect dick dangling from his crotch. Mike was impressed: he hadn't expected how gorgeous Pete's hairy body would be with all his clothes off and what made it even more gorgeous was the look of total desire and obedience in his eyes. This was better than he could have imagined.

"It's good that you're kneeling. This is how you're to think of me from now on. As someone you kneel before. Yes?" "Yes." "You want my socks again, don't you?" "Yes." "You want to place them in your mouth, don't you?" "YES!" Pete crawled back to Mike's feet and grabbed them, but Mike surprised him again by pressing him backwards with his feet, so that he doubled back and landed on the floor. Pete readjusted himself to lie with his back on the floor, and Mike again rewarded him by pressing the damp soles of both feet firmly on Pete's face. Pete let out a groan of pleasure, and Mike inserted the tip of his right foot into Pete's open mouth. Pete quickly closed his mouth around the foot, sucking it with the glee of a baby with a pacifier. Mike shifted his left foot down to Pete's chest, and rubbed the foot against the now-familiar hair. Mike let this go on for a while, but he was ready to explode himself. He removed his feet from Pete's body, and removed his lycra shorts and underwear. He bid Pete to come to the bench, and Pete obeyed. "I need you to suck my dick," Mike said.

Pete instantly placed his mouth around Mike's throbbing dick, sniffing in all the smell from a day of tennis and working out. Pete worked and worked

Mike's dick, and Mike himself couldn't restrain groans of pleasure. He grabbed Pete's hair and wrapped his sock-covered legs around Pete's back. Pete got into his work and moved his tongue into the recesses of Mike's asshole, wanting to suck up all of the workout that he could. Mike exploded with five spasms of cum; the first two landed on Pete's head, cutting across his face and hair. Pete managed to mouth Mike's dick for the final ejaculations, obediently swallowing his master's cum.

A sweaty and almost disbelieving Mike stared at his cum-covered friend. He removed the sock from his right foot, exposing the naked object of Pete's worship, and used it to retrieve the cum from Pete's hair and face. He then inserted the foot into Pete's willing mouth, starting with the big toe, which was covered with a good deal of cum, and then moved on to the other toes. Pete's eyes were closed as he sucked Mike's toes, and Mike said: "My feet are all you will think of now. You will never beat me again, because all you'll be thinking about his how you want to worship my feet, and smell them, and suck them, and you wont' be able to think of anything else." Pete murmured a "yes" from his ecstasy of sucking. Having established the power structure, Mike got on the ground with Pete and did what he himself had been dying to do sucking Pete's own feet. Pete's feet were still covered by those gorgeous white Nike socks. Mike placed these in his face and sucked them back and forth, while Pete continued to do the same to Mike's own feet. Mike would allow eventually allow Pete himself to cum, but not before he got all the pleasure of foot-sucking and domination out of the way for himself. And that probably wouldn't be for a few more hours yet.

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