Callau

Look at this young scally foot Fag on the floor with my big sweaty Arab foot on its face.

Whenever I used to go to the gym there was always this young boy handing out towels. He would always hand me a towel and the way he would look at me it was as if he was hypnotised by my beauty. He would turn all red and become nervous, simply by giving me a towel.

One day whilst I was coming out of the gym showers I could see him trying to stare at me whilst he was collecting the towels from the gym locker rooms cleaning up before the gym closed. As I came out the shower with a towel wrapped around me he looked, stared and dropped the towels he had in his hands. He then apologised and went all red again.

“You want my big feet don’t you?” I said as I laughed, he gulped and said in a shaky voice “how did you know???”. I began laughing even more, as if I can’t tell when I see a faggot. I can smell them from a mile away, inferior little foot fucks.

As I sat down I told him to dry my feet and luckily the locker rooms were empty, he dropped to the floor in the heartbeat and began thanking me as he was drying my big soles. And from then on I have now added another slave to my stable, a towel boy who was yearning for my feet for months and months and now look at him. Under my big Arab soles. Sweaty. Cleaning them and begging for more. Owned and became my foot slut.