A tale by the hand a loyal slave

 Every once in a while, wandering through this world of emotional and financial abuse brings you some special moments.

It's when you see the impact you have on a slave's life that you get to ask yourself, "what's my purpose here?"

As time goes by, it becomes more and more clear.

Not disregarding the obvious monetary gain that one takes from this whole ordeal, not ignoring the endless hours laughing amongst friends either witnessing or sharing the absurd situations that my slaves put themselves in, there is something that is often forgotten. Someone like me, is not rarely the shinning light in some pour soul's life.

My words end up being the ones they repeat time and time again, when they are going to bed. As their days go by, it is the knowledge that they will do the tasks I've demanded from them and, with that, be able to inform me they were done, it's those phrases as they arrive home from work that they cherish the most for.

It's the joy of knowing that their otherwise meaningless lives are, through me, validated and used as something worthy.

That why I value what will follow. A tale by a loyal slave that is as devoted as a priest to the cross.

One humble Latin worm, who found a little gap in between my Timberland soles to hide from the world that sees you just a homo. A loser.

He's more than that.

He's also a walking ATM.

(If you were expecting something cuddly, you don't know me well enough)

" Working from home had its benefits, as well as several downsides. One was the sheer strength of will to actually get up. Especially when one knows the office is merely a few steps away. @zeusportuguese fought with himself as he wrestled the sheets to get out of bed. The sheets messily crumpled themselves over his lower half. His exposed toned torso was battered by the light peering through the window. Not even a hand to his eyes could shield him from the reality of time.

@zeusportuguese ran out of excuses and started to rise from his bed. His naked form glistened by the sunlight reflecting off the sweat upon his body. The accursed curtains were slid shut for privacy and their betrayal. He soon wrapped himself into a finely made tailored suit. Poking out from the pant openings were his large bare feet. No need to cover those, his viewers drooled over them the most.

He trudged over to his desk and got everything set up. From the camera's positon to the streaming site. Time for the @zeusportuguese show to start. He needed one more thing, his co-host and employee. The desk drawer was pulled open. Inside his eyes swept upon the tiny man he allowed into his service.

Me. A mere five inches in height. While @zeusportuguese will never admit it, I held some responsibility for making the show as popular as it was. My eyes were blinded by the sudden brightness pouring into my dwelling. Before I had time to adjust a familiar warmth soon envelops me. Quickly followed by a constricting force that left me without breath.

I didn’t fight it. It would be impossible to do so even if I did. Instead I allowed my Master to lift me from the drawer and bring me to his face. As my vision slowly returns my eyes soon took in the majestic sight of my Master. His face stuck with a smug grin of superiority that needed no explanation and no one could deny.

"Are you ready, fag?" His voice rumbled out. Despite the glorious honor of being spoken to directly by him, I cringe from the massive shuddering my ears have to endure, "You better have some pathetic loads ready for my audience today."

All I was capable of doing was nodding my head. The fist I was trapped in allowed for nothing less. He didn't need to be bogged down by the irritation of my squeaking voice. Not yet, anyway. His fingers released me over a glass table. The height insignificant to him yet for me took some time to recover from. Still I managed to roll to absorb the majority of the impact and find my proper position on my knees. A scratch mark left along the table indicates the perfect place for me to be in order for the camera to capture me in frame.

My naked form shivered with excitement and cold. As much as I begged for some form of clothing even scraps from a dirty sock would do, @zeusportuguese denied all request. Engaging in a debate with a man several hundred times my size remained out of the question.

@zeusportuguese ensured everything was perfect as he sat upon his couch. His feet came slamming down on the table. The ensuing quake rattled the entire platform. Had I not been on my knees before, I most certainly would've found myself in that position now. My eyes dared to glance upward to take in the towers of flesh and muscle that were @zeusportuguese 's upturned soles. The mighty toes wiggled so far in the air yet I can hear them brushing against each other.

The heat blasting off his soles were oddly comforting. I wanted to scuttle closer and embrace them but the familiar explosion of sound poured out from @zeusportuguese's speakers. His opening introduction played as the stream started. My body seized with terror and locked up before me. Not wishing to ruin the plans of my Master as I remained still.

"Welcome back all you faggots, Master @zeusportuguese is back. You all sit there and watch my feet while I go through your request. The highest bidder will be the luckiest fag who gets to see me do what they ask. In the meantime." @zeusportuguese dropped his gaze to me, "This bug fag here is going to show you how you how you should be. In front of your screens. Drooling over my feet with your pathetic, little dicks out. Go on. Get to it worms."

That was my cue. I jumped to his feet and pressed my body to his sole. My hands kneading the hard slab of muscle while my tongue dragged up the salted wall. My cock also got into the mix as it sandwiched itself against the arch and my stomach. Multiple thrusts of my hips help aid the arousal of my throbbing cock. It didn’t take long before a burst of cum spewed and stained the sole.

@zeusportuguese noticed the sudden splatter along his sole and went to slide his foot. Smacking ma away as I blocked the line of shot for the camera. He presented it and grinned before running the stain along the side of the table and repositioning his foot back down for me to continue.

While thrown for a daze I still found myself magnetized towards the nearest foot. Brought to his feet I rush to collide with the sole again. Lips slurping what grime and sweat has collected over the previous day.

All while @zeusportuguese scrolled through his messages and read off request. Only the highest bidder in the upcoming hours would have had their request fulfilled. But it was always fun to see how I squirmed hearing the potential future.

“I want that bug to be squashed between your bicep.” @zeusportuguese grinned and flexed his arm showing off the bulging muscle. Making sure the camera had a full shot of the dense muscle, “He wouldn’t last a minute between there. He’d crunch and leak down my bicep.” He trailed a finger along the crevice of his arm to indicate my potential demise. A few grunts followed as he pretended to do repetitions with a dumbbell.

“Please suck on the tiny fag.” His face froze before his eyes caught sight of the amount the bidder placed, “Hahaha, not with that pathetic bid. If you really want it, better bid high, faggot.”

These taunts continued until time ran down to the last few minutes. All while I trudged away listening to potential outcomes to you. I had found comfort between @zeusportuguese’s toes, cumming four or five times in an hour. A rather hefty amount of toejam settled deep within the crevice. Soaked with pungent flavor that exploded over my tastebuds with each oozing bite.

The flavor sent a palpable shiver of humiliation down my spine causing your cock to throb many times. Without much effort your cock spewed forth a few more loads. It was the sixth time.

 “Time’s up.” His voice called out with a stern disposition. My enjoyment brought to an end as he pulled his foot away to rest onto the floor. @zeusportuguese went to read off a few lines from the winning bid. A wide smile slid in place as he chuckled.

I sat there on my knees in a neutral position. Forced to witness without prior knowledge of what might happen to me. I had unwavering trust for my master, however the group of rabid faggots weren’t the same. Heart raced, threatening to hammer up my throat as @zeusportuguese got more comfortable, leaning backwards and going to throw a leg onto the table.

His foot slammed a few paces behind me. The table rattled with so much force I was juggled into the air before becoming splayed along the surface. Quickly, I scrambled to return to my position.

@zeusportuguese cleared his throat and read from request. Each line dripping with a cold excitement, “Giant @zeusportuguese, please will you accept my tribute and absolutely destroy that worthless bug-fag. I mean literally, crush him beneath your divine soles, spill his guts between your toes.” All while he details this his own toes begin to twitch to life. Wiggling in fierce anticipation. “I want to imagine him as me becoming a stain under your foot. And if you should accept, allow me the chance to take your place.”

@zeusportuguese paused for effect as he stroked his chin. I on the other hand was in a frenzied of emotions. There was no way my master would ever consider to take such a request. Swindle the poor sucker for his money and trample me a little. That would be the extent of the request and nothing more. How, silly of the outside fags, not to understand my master’s mind.

“After all these months, I’ve been needing a new faggot, lately.” His words shattered my world, a quick lift of my head as my eyes swelled with surprise. Surely, this was an act. Replace me? Never. How could he? He’s never mentioned such a fact. “Okay. I’ll do it. Faggot. Lay down on the table. I’m going to squish you now.”

Just like that?! My brain rushed to follow orders as it was programed to do from all these past months. But my instinct to survive broke the programming. I found myself while sitting down with my legs extended in front of me, still my upper half sat upright.

@zeusportuguese had started to lean forward and remove the camera from its post. Setting it along the floor. His mountainous form focused with the task at hand. But this was my only chance to speak up.

“Um....sir...Master @zeusportuguese...You...you aren’t really going to crush me are you?” my voice already squeaked and here I only brought myself to barely rise beyond that. Saying the words instilled a terror inside me that seized my throat and stomach. And yet my cock had yet to calm itself, dripping at the head with another leaking load. The seventh. 

As @zeusportuguese finished his set up he stood and looked down at me. A teary eyed tiny, daring to question his intentions, who needed that? I existed for one reason to him--money. If they wanted to pay to see me get crushed, its what he was going to do.

“Of course.” he said rendering all my hard work and devotion as nothing.

My body went faint as blood flushed from my system. My back hit the cool table surface. A toxic mix of pleasure and despair as I was struck with those few words. He really was going to do this and it meant nothing to him? Such confidence and assertiveness turned my cock into a cum fountain. Eight times that day.

@zeusportuguese balanced his feet onto the table. Caught in between the heat blasting off his feet consumed me. Despite my horizontal position my cock stood upright with no problem.

“Watch as I crush this lowly cumming fag, beneath my godly foot.” His foot thrusted over my body eclipsing my view. Without warning it came down with a powerful stomp. A shriek is muffled as the flesh overwhelmed my existence. While painful the applied pressure didn’t pulverize me in an instant. Cum spewed from my cock as it was forced against the slab of sweaty muscle.

The foot lifted and with it my body remained adhered. @zeusportuguese laughed as he lowered his foot again. This time my back bashed against the coolness of the glass table. It was equally as harsh and unforgiving as my master’s foot. The process of unrelenting pummeling force continued. My bones shattering without much resistance after the first few tenderizing stomps. While I screamed and begged, tears streaming down my face, my thoughts still were focused on pleasing my master.

In between moments of consciousness my lips found the surface of the sole and planted a devoted kiss. @zeusportuguese grew bored and he had other things to do. Slowly the pressure of his foot started to mount. Less space was available to me as the foot flushed against the table. A desperate gurgle escaped from me as blood pooled in your lungs. Still my cock pumped out load after load until your balls ached and emptied. It cummed ten times for that foot.

A final series of snaps were pushed from under @zeusportuguese’s foot as my body spread into paste along the table and his sole. All captured on camera for those sick enough to enjoy. @zeusportuguese fell back into the couch leaving his feet up and exposed for all to witness the pulped and dripping remains. “I need a new slave. Place your bids. Now. Lowest gets captured and crushed.” "