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Ch1 : The Taekwondo Coach

It had been a long winter, and almost as long a dry spell.
Most of the guys I'd connected with on Meetfighters in the past had drifted on, and
I guess I always knew that my particular itch for Foot fetish heavy domination wasn't often going to gel with a community of passionate fighters looking for more serious competition.
What can I say, I've always found that combination of Bdsm fetishes with Martial Arts prowess and raw physical power to be an utterly intoxicating vortex of obsession. Combined with the way the feet are exposed and utilized in MA to dominate, destroy or incapacitate the opponent, wow,
I'm just rambling in this over lengthy intro and I'm already hard at the thought....

Well, there are a lot of guys like me out there for sure, but it had just been a long season without connections, that's all.

Then I saw the forum post. A new app called KICKR had just launched. It was meant to be a sort of Tinder for heels and jobbers, a dating service for kinky fighters.
What the hell, I thought, since craigslist shut down, I'd been trying everything else that popped up...
I got home and set up my profile, immediately piqued by the search fields on offer.
Foot fetish, hell yes, check that box! WHat??? Facekicking????NO WAY, that's too good to be true, but, check!
I summed up my completed profile, an up for anything jobber who loves feet and was looking for dominant studs who loved having theirs worshipped.

Then I started swiping...

I was hanging up my laundry when my phone buzzed. Three matches. My heart jumped.
Jin, a 40 year old Taekwondo instructor who's profile pic had been a side kick to the camera that bared a massive wide sole and a really manly handsome face.
Eric, a german tourist into wrestling and BJJ, who seemed like a hedonistic bear swinger.
and Min, a 22 year old MMA fighter who was looking for a jobber for some rough beatdown sessions.

They were all really exciting prospects, and I got to chatting. Eric was busy on tours that weekend, but seemed the most into fetishes and bdsm, and it was titillating the way he readily used terms like 'footboy' and 'toeslut' to tease me with. He said he was looking forward to rolling me around like a piece of dough before smearing his stinky soles in my face. My boxers strained at the pressure.
Min seemed quite the agressive alpha male, the youngest of the bunch, he really seemed to love pummeling the hell out of submissives, which scared me, I really did find the idea hot, but wasnt sure I wanted to risk the injury. He also wanted me to give him head afterwards, that was still a bit weird for me.
Then there was Jin. He seemed really polite and confident, a divorced father and businessman, he was also a five time Taekwondo champion, and seemed to really love the art and teaching it to others. He said he'd only just gotten into fetishes and domination and was curious about foot fetish and wanted to try it.
As we chatted, I got more and more excited, the fact that he was new to it put me more at ease as I got to take the lead from the bottom, something I enjoy. He told me how he'd enjoyed the feeling of power he got from being the superior fighter and dominating his opponents, and seemed really turned on by the ways I'd described foot worship and all the things I wanted to try. He said he wanted to experience foot worship, and would enjoy trying out moves on me of that's what I wanted.

We agreed to meet the following night, at his gym , as soon as the classes had wrapped up.

I descended the stairs to the basement where he had his gym.
I could hear a solid pounding, as though someone was going at a wall with a sledgehammer.
As I neared the half open door and peered in, I saw what made that deafening sound.
A really tall man, with a solid muscular build and calves like tree trunks, was practicing a series of round house kick combos and side kicks on a bob, rotating between it's chest, abdomen, head and face.
I stood there for a while, just about swallowing my adams apple.
When his foot caught the Bob in it's rubbery face, the entire thing just about deformed and whipped all the way back like a marshmallow.
He must have glimpsed me peeking in the floor to ceiling mirror on the far side of the room, because he abruptly stopped and whirled around, catching his breath and wiping the sweat off his brow.
We shook hands and I nervously introduced myself again, he was really warm and friendly, but also immediately exuded this impressive air of control and confidence, which I guess is common with many MA instructors and senseis.

After a small bout of smalltalk, he suddenly said, "So you like facekicking? Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you..."
I sheepishly answered, " I don't either, but I find it hot, and maybe if you didn't go full force..."

"hmm" he seemed to consider it, then a smirk came on his face.
He shuffled back about a meter, and then raised his leg, extending his foot slowly to my face, front kick style, the ball barely touching my lips, he seemed nervous.
He did the same with a side kick, stretching out slowly, I figured then he was getting the range, this time his arch cupped over my face, gently resting on my lips for a second, leaving a little dust behind. I licked them instinctively, salty.
"Ready?" he said , chuckling boyishly.
I gulped , we really were just jumping right in, I was almost shaking. He really was quite muscular, and the fact that he was older also made me weak at the knees. I looked down at his wide, veiny, athletic feet. This mature, dominant gentleman was making me tremble already.
"Just relax" he said softly.
Then BOOF! I caught a wiff of salty dust as my face mildly stung and my head whiplashed a little, I staggered back a little, totally off balance...then SMACK! This time my nose and lips were flattened and things went dark before I realised I was tumbling backwards and then I was flopping onto my back on the floor.
As I lay there, giddy and coming to my senses, I replayed what had just happened.
He had candidly thrown a front snap kick right into my shyly smiling mouth! I guess I did wax lyrical in our DMs about my love for the move. His leg had come up fluidly and elastically as he clearly pulled the kick for my benefit, but it had still whacked me in the kisser hard enough to snap my head back and sting my lips.
Then he swiveled and shot out the side kick that floored me, pushing more than blasting, which I counted my blessings for. His open sole had jammed into my face deliciously, and his herculean legs had pretty much thrown me off my feet, my face pretty much smeared and lifted by his foot, such that I just flew backwards and tumbled to the floor. It was heavenly.
My face stung a bit, but I was definitely unharmed, and awed at the fact that those were clearly just baby taps that had slapped me silly and thrown me across the room. My dick shot straight up at the thought of catching those kicks full force.
I must have looked silly as hell though, because he giggled as he stood over me, extending his hand to lift me up. I weigh close to 90KG but he pulled me up like a shopping bag.
"Are you ok, I'm sorry, I really tried to be soft!"
"It was perfect, I'm totally ok"
"Are you sure, you looked a little lost"
"Oh I was just savoring the moment!"
"oh really? haha, you want more?"
"Uh, right now? sure , uh, wow..."
"That was funny, you should have seen your face...I can go softer.."
"No no, that was good"
"Ok, just relax, don't be stiff, I will try something."
"Ok, i'm-"

He push kicked me in the chest, forcing me into a backwards stagger, then he came at me in an orgasmic flurry of flying legs and blurry soles!

jump snap kick, square in my face, that felt like it left a footprint, followed by a slow and formidable roundhouse with the same foot, SLAP! the whole limp sole catching my right cheek, turning my face to meet the top of that foot on it's journey, WHACK! Then switching feet to shoot out another face stamping side kick, POW! staggering me again...
He was beaming...
He switched feet back and forth, a flurry of rapid snapping front kicks, just a centimetre out of range to graze and pummel my lips and nose, then he grabbed my hand to stop me from falling over, before raising his leg and rapidly slapping me in the face , left and right.
At this point I was dazed but still able to revel in the constant assault of his feet against my face. His mastery and control was truly excellent, as he seemed to expertly apply just enough force to smack against me without breaking or bruising too much.

I dropped to my knees, panting, eyes glazed and sweaty, looking up at him.
He was still giggling, beaming at me like a kid who'd just found their favorite new game.
"You like?" he teased..
"Huhhh," I had lost the ability to speak clearly, but I was clearly satisfied, as I grunted an affirmation, smiling gingerly with my sore, slightly swollen lips.
"Good" he said, bring his foot up once more in soft but forceful teep, squishing my face and making me squint between his toes at his proud face as he pushed me onto my back on the floor. Then he came and sat down next to me, and brought his heavy, dusty, manhandling soles to rest on my chest.

" That was fun! I hope I didn't hurt you too much, i tried to be gentle..."
"Oh that was amazing," I hoarsely mumbled, catching my breath..
"Your kicks are incredible, your feet felt so great on my face..." I slurred
He giggled again, "Oh...Like this?"
His soles shifted to rest on my face..
I melted...
taking massive whiffs through my nose, as his toes wrapped over it, I drank in his musky salty footsmell, the balls and wrinkled arches squishing my cheek firmly.
The toes of the other grabbed my lips...
"I've been waiting for this" his voice was deep, husky, lusty now, " I watched so many foot worship videos last night...Start worshipping my foot now!"

I let rip, it had been way too long, and heaven had been served...
out lapped my tongue, licking and sucking, those toes were so hardened and muscular by themselves, and the taste of that dusty sweat...
His feet took over masterfully, pressing into my face and rubbing all over, kneading with the toes, he was a natural at this.
I just kept licking, slurping, kissing, sucking, nuzzling...
He'd been such a sweetheart, but was also clearly a godly beast who could easily have pummeled me into a sack of jelly, and he deserved to be worshipped,
and I was just the boy for the job!

We must have been there for hours, but this was just the beginning of the story for me and the TKD Instructor...

It was a Saturday night, and sensei dan wanted to play with his foot slave.
It had been six months since he'd caught me sniffing his trainers in the locker room, and we'd since settled into an intense master/slave relationship.
I was at the library when i got his message.
There was no text, just a video.
In the video, recorded by sensei the previous week, i was on my knees in the centre of the dojo. The camera zoomed in on my face, just as sensei dan unleashed a devastating front snap kick into it. He'd filmed it in slow mo, so i could watch my already dazed face grow minutely more nervous and begin to flinch. The massive size 13 foot sailed through the air like a ship, manly and robust, with huge round balls and heel, and very strong toes that were pulled all the way back and spread like a fan. I felt my boner erupt, as I watched the ball of his foot slowly drive into my lips. My mouth seemed to give in a bit as my front teeth caved in, and my nose was instantly crushed by his big toes. The awesome shockwave rolled through cheeks, vibrating through my skull, and I seemed to levitate, my face rising and snapping back, taking my body with it. I flew backwards, crashing like a ragdoll into the wall behind me.
Fuck, that really happened.
I mean, of course it had, my nose was bandaged and i was wearimg dentures that sensei had kindly paid for. Senseo dan had smashed my face with that kick, and now, watching it indulgently, i was dumbstruck at how totally and effortlessly he had dominated me.

Then a text popped up:
"It's toesucking time kickbag!"
This was followed by a photo of his sole in the dojo mirror. His massive foot was dusty and wrinkled. His toes were spread comically, and it looked like there was a small bloodstain on his heel. Someone got rocked in that dojo today.

I got on my bicycle and raced over there, the wind stinging my still swollen face.

He was sitting in the same position as the photo, lengthwise on a bench, with his feet crossed at the end of it.

I was still catching my breath as I stripped and knelt at the end of the bench.

I didn't speak out of turn, sensei liked me to shut up and obey.

I learned that lesson in my first month as his footboy.
I had grown too verbose and enthusiastic in my love of his feet.
He made me kneel, then he took my hand in a vice grip and slapped me about a hundred times with his foot, alternating between the sole and the instep, battering the sense out of me, he loosened five teeth and my face was bruised for weeks. After that he'd dragged me to a corner and sat back, with one foot crushing my chest into the wall and the other pointed at my face. "This is what that big mouth is to be used for, you pathetic chinwag!"
And he thrust that massive heavy foot, all five toes and the ball, into my gaping mouth. The toes jammed into my throat as my mouth and jaw were wrenched around his foot, my tongue smashed against his wrinkled leathery arch.

Now I knelt humbly, having been kicked, slapped, stomped and pummelled by this deadly gorgeous mountain of a man.

His massive soles took up my entire field of vision, they were dusty and smelled quite deliciously pungent. He flexed his soles in my face, looked me in the eyes and growled:
"Lick, boy.".

I submitted totally, gulping down the dust from his feet, licking like my life depended on it.
His massive soles left my tongue aching but still ravenous. I imagined how easily they could stomp the life out of me .

Finally, i got to the dessert, his toes.
As all five slide into my mouth, taking up my entire mouth, he playfully wiggled them on my tongue, and i drank their heavenly juices.

Master Dan looked down lovingly at his wonderfully submissive foot slave. The boy never took his eyes off his master as he deepthroated all five toes on his foot. He gleefully took in the pathetic sight of such a subservient creature, marvelling in the power it gave him.
The boys tongue felt heavenly on his massive strong toes, and he loved how small and delicate that head felt with his foot jammed into its mouth. He could probably smash the boy's face into the back of his skull with a single full force kick, or snap his neck with a twist of the ankle. He beamed ecstatically at the thought.
He pulled the foot out abruptly, and hooked it beind the poor slave's neck, pulling him forcefully towards himself as he thrust the sole of the other foot into the boy's fragile battered face. He smothered him there mercilessly till he passed out.
"Good slave", he growled, as the limp unconscious ragdoll of a sub flopped to the floor at his deadly feet.