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Dark Corners

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Peter moved his right foot closer to my face, and raised it slightly. The smell hit me instantly, and I realized with a sick feeling in my stomach that it was full of dog shit. Most people might curse and swear upon discovering that they’d stepped in a pile of dog waste, but I knew immediately that Peter had gone out of his way to ensure that his foot landed firmly in the stinking pile. I’m sure his cock had felt a jolt of pleasure as he ground his shoe into the shit, knowing that I would soon find myself on my face at his feet. I glanced up at his face and caught sight of his evil smile. As much as I need to be at such a place of complete degradation, it is never easy for me to be there. It’s the most incredible paradox – to be so fulfilled yet so completely revolted at the same time.

Peter moved the tip of his shoe about an inch from my mouth. I stared at the mushy brown smeared across the rubber of his sneaker, and gagged at the smell. Peter’s soft laughter caused my cock to jerk in my jeans.

I heard him say quietly but firmly, “Lick my shoe, you filthy bitch,” and chuckle softly again.

I reached my mouth towards the stinking dog shit, trying to touch it lightly with my tongue. Peter pushed his foot forward, mashing it into my teeth. I felt the sick brown waste being smeared over my lips and forced into my mouth. I dared not pull away – I feared the consequences of such an action would be far more torturous than what I was experiencing at that moment. Instead, through the gagging and churning of my stomach, I sucked at Peter’s shoe, lapping the smeared shit onto my tongue and forcing it down my throat. I could hear Peter stroking at his cock as I continued obeying his command, licking at the grips on the bottom of his sneaker to lap up all of the shit caught there. The sound of his breathing was heavy and his body began to shake. I felt completely humiliated, and the taste in my mouth was absolutely revolting. But the intensity of the pleasure pulsing through my cock was so incredible that I came in my pants without touching myself, and at that exact second, I felt Peter’s cum landing on the back of my head and neck.

We went our separate ways, but I knew that we’d both discovered something – something we could feel but that couldn’t be described in words. I knew beyond a doubt that we would search for each other again at the place where dark souls meet.

It was only a few days later when I saw him next. I immediately dropped to my knees and fell on my face before him, kissing his feet. I was thankful that there was no sign of dog shit on his shoes this time, although I’m certain the thought crossed both of our minds that it wouldn’t have mattered if there was – I would still have been at my rightful place before him.

Peter soon tired of my worship, and grabbing onto my hair, pulled me to my feet. We went walking together again, only this time, he brought me into a seedy area of town, and led me into a bookstore with a video arcade. The place was dimly lit and smelled to old body odour. There were perhaps ten different men there – and they reminded me very much of those who gather at the place where dark souls meet. They were there to satisfy a hunger – there was an intensity on each one of their faces. There were older men and younger – some out of shape, and others surprisingly fit and good looking. And without exception, each man in the place was clearly drawn toward Peter from the moment they laid eyes on him. I felt a tinge of pride, as it was undoubtedly obvious to all that Peter and I were there as man and slave – and I’m certain that each of the men present would have gladly taken my place if given the opportunity.

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