The Rise of Scally God

Say "Ahhh," I ordered.

The loser cunt said, "Ahhh."

I stuffed the salty, wet socks in his pussy-mouth. Kicking my right leg up high and across, I perched my trashed Reebok trainer onto Gulzar's right shoulder, leaning it in against the side of his cum-conquered face. I held up the middle finger of my left hand in front of his face. Awesome. The artwork was complete -- a picture-perfect setting -- literally. Reaching for my mobile with my free hand, I took half a dozen photos from various angles of the cum-decorated, sock-sucking Reebok Bitch.

Removing my Reebok from the slave's shoulder, I went back to the entrance of the training hall, waved at Danny to get his attention and beckoned him over. I wanted a spectator to make Gulzar's training and submission public.

Danny only too eagerly came jogging over, beaming a huge, attractive smile, like a well-trained dog summoned by its master. I might as well have simply snapped my fingers at the large, built-up dog and pointed to my feet. He'd still have dropped "his bone" and crawled over to slurp my fucking feet. His submissive demeanour encouraged me to go further.

"Hey, Danny my Black bitch boy, here, hold my mobile and take videos and photos for me." I handed him my mobile. He took it without the least protest and showed not the least shock at the fact I had Gulzar decorated with my boxers and cum. I guess my and Gulzar's fuck/get-fucked relationship was hardly a secret at the gym by now.

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I turned to Gulzar, positioning myself in front of him, standing feet wide apart. I raised my left foot off the floor looking at bitch Danny, snapped my fingers and pointing to my Reebok, simply commanded, "Bitch, remove". The slavish bitch knelt and removed my left Reebok. I repeated the action and command for my right foot. Again, bitch Danny complied.

Next, I held my arms up above the head, loudly snapped fingers of both hands and administered a sharp, hard, barefoot kick to Danny's ass. Whack! Bitch boy got the message, moved over to pull off my hoodie, baring my stunning upper body for the second time since arriving at the gym. Reaching inside Gulzar's mouth, I removed my balled up, wet socks and flung them onto Danny's face. I then clasped my hands behind my head to expose my Gypsy armpits with their covering of fine, dark-brown hair.

"Paki dog, step forward and lick clean your Gypsy master's right armpit," I ordered.

The dog took a step forward, eyes looking down in humility, respectfully bowed head to my shorter height and began licking and kissing my right armpit. His perfectly textured-for-the-job tongue had already worked its magic under my bare soles. Now I was using the same function of my foot device on my armpits. That's the beauty of an adaptable, programmable appliance. I made him lick for full 5 minutes. Danny the dog was ordered by me to keep the time.

"Well done, Paki dog. Now service and clean your Gypsy master's left armpit," I told it.

Without a word, the dog now began to service my scally boy left armpit. Danny kept up his given task of moving around, capturing video, taking pictures. Both my slave bitches come together in perfect harmony to accomplish the desired task. Isn't it great when everything just clicks together like a jigsaw, each individual in a team working together seamlessly, each well-suited to carry out the assigned role? I sure think it's fucking great.

"Paki bitch, kneel!" I commanded once the dog had finished cleaning my left armpit. The dog knelt at my feet. It now knew intuitively how to position itself for its god. I could sense the fact that the power of my scally cock was fucking Gulzar's mind deep and hard. My cock and feet were deep inside the very fibre of her being, able to dictate terms and use her as desired. This is what I had explained earlier at the gym when I said my cock and feet fuck her mind deeper and harder than either has ever yet physically raped her mouth.

"Now bow your forehead down onto my right bare foot and acknowledge it is your god," I ordered. In the meantime, Danny the good little Black bitch had obediently fetched me Gulzar's leather belt from her trousers and handed it to me, as she had been commanded.

"Yes, my Lord," Gulzar said meekly, prostrating forehead onto my right foot, kissing the top of it all over. "Your right bare foot is my god, my Lord." With her ass now vulnerably raised, I snapped fingers at bitch Danny, gesturing her to slide off Gulzar's shorts and boxers, baring her hairy buttocks. I reached over and cracked Gulzar's own leather belt across her toned, naked butt. Smack!

"Nice, now acknowledge my left bare foot is also your god, Paki slave."

"Yes, yes, my Lord," then moving over to my left foot, placing the forehead on the bare top, "your left bare foot is also my god, my Lord." She kissed and licked it while Danny videoed everything close-up and took pictures. I noticed she again had her mobile out too, holding the two, one in each hand, she reminded me of Clint Eastwood from The Outlaw movie. I administered another sharp crack of the belt to Gulzar's naked butt. Wallop! Both her buttocks now sported a beautiful, wide, red stripe, kind of enhancing that born-warrior look.

"Sit up on your knees now, Paki dog," I commanded, hooking my young bare right foot under its chin and helping lift up its head. It sat up on its knees respectfully in a meditating position as if ready to start praying. Worship was exactly what I had in mind for the devout Muslim slave.

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I pulled down my jeans and released my expanding scally cock from the confines of its Tom Ford boxers. I held it and traced the outline of Gulzar's lips with the tip, coating them in a nice, glossy pre-cum sheen. It enhanced her looks, made her look prettier even on top of all the other make-up I had already applied to her face tonight, from foot-grime to Gypsy-cum to foot-water.

"Now then, my little Paki girl, acknowledge my Gypsy cock is also your god and give it a good hard suck," I said and slapped the sides of her face with it.

"My Lord, your Gypsy cock is also my god. My Scally Lord, accept me as the servant of your Gypsy cock," muttered Gulzar, totally focused, transfixed, utterly mesmerised by the power of the Gypsy Cock god looming large, poised like a serpent in front of her face. She moved in and lovingly sucked it, sucked it like any woman should suck her man. With passion, with devotion.

Gulzar was the perfect woman and worshipper. Scally God was pleased with her. She will always be granted shade and protection under Scally God's divine feet as long as she submitted to her Scally God and his Gypsy Cock and Feet. Any body part of Scally God was also God.

"Acknowledge in the presence of Danny, our video-recording witness, that my Gypsy Cock is your one-and-only true God, slave, that you renounce all false gods and then confirm your belief by giving Lord Gypsy Cock another good, long, hard suck," I tested her devotion.

"Yes, my Lord, your Gypsy Cock is my one-and-only true God, there are no other gods besides Gypsy Cock," she submitted and again slid her lips up my shaft right up to my big, tight balls, then making an airtight seal around it as only a PhD-calibre engineer could, pulled back her head, until my cock popped out with a loud "pop!" sound, springing up and coming down to clout her nose. Bitch Danny hurriedly backed out of the room temporarily, biting her arm to suppress the laughter. I bit my lip, cutting it, trying to suppress mine.

"Pray to and seek forgiveness from your one and only true God, Paki scum. Seek forgiveness for your past belief in false gods besides Gypsy Cock and false religions besides Scally Feet and with your hands on my divine God Feet, look up to and implore Gypsy Cock, your one and only true God, to overlook your past sins, and accept you as His worshipper and make an earnest pledge to pay penance for past sins with seven days of gambling, boozing, pork-eating, smoking and worshipping Lord Gypsy Cock."

"Please forgive all my sins, oh praised Lord Gypsy Cock. Please always be there for me at times of need, help me understand my true place in life, dear Lord Gypsy Cock. Oh Lord Gypsy Cock, please guide me on to the true path in life," prayed the devout worshipper rubbing my God Feet and with lips so close to Lord Gypsy Cock, I felt her warm breath on it.

She again moved in and took my cock in her mouth. Me and bitch Danny exchanged a wink and a broad grin, both again trying to suppress laughter. I raised my right hand for a high-five and she slapped my palm so fucking hard, it hurt. We broke out into a loud, uncontrolled fit of laughter, kind of totally ending the mood-setting I had so fucking painstakingly set up.

7: A Shower to Finish Off

I withdrew my cock from Gulzar's twat-mouth, placed my bare right sole on her face one last time and pushed her back, causing her to fall backwards flat on her back before I spat a large, dense glob of phlegmy spit on her face and briefly stood full weight on her face. Wiping my saliva all over her face under my naked soles, I scraped off some of the cum and grime, letting her have the blessings of both Gypsy God soles. Her face had cleaned my dirty soles and now my soles and spit-polished her dirty face. Back to that golden give and take principle.

It wouldn't have been nice to have worked my dog so hard and deny it a final cooling, cleansing shower. I reached down, collared the dog with its own belt and hauled it up on its four paws after stripping it fully naked except for the cum-soaked boxers I still had stretched over its head.

"C'mon, puppy, time to go for a little stroll," I soothed it before walking it towards and into the nearest shower cubicle, where, with a smart combination of pulls on the collar, heel and toe prods, positioned it curled up in the corner.

The dog's head slumped down in abject defeat. That's not how I wanted it. Pulling hard on the belt-leash to tension it, I planted the heel of my left foot on the dog's forehead and pushed its head into the corner (having rolled my jeans' left leg up to the knee, out the way). I gave my heel a few twists on the naked dog's forehead.

"Keep your fucking head in that corner, insolent bitch!" I told it.

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Danny had, without requiring any instruction, done the right thing and followed us into the shower cubicle. I ordered the slave to put away his mobile and just use mine to record video. I needed a free hand. Keeping the leash tensioned in my right hand and my bare left heel firmly planted on Gulzar the dog's forehead, I instructed my other bitch, Danny, to stand behind me, hold mobile ready to record video with his left hand and to reach over and grab my cock with his right to guide my piss stream on to Gulzar's face.

The height difference between me and Danny conveniently enabled him to remain behind me and look over my head on to where the piss would be guided. Once again, the team of three coming and clicking together seamlessly to accomplish the desired task. Again, a picture-perfect set-up. Fuck, I could be a movie director.

I pissed long and slow, taking time to ensure I cover every facial feature of Gulzar's face, letting the hot piss wash off every last speck of dirt still remaining on my left foot and flow down Gulzar's face from the bald head, down past the heel-trapped forehead and on to the nose, lips, chin. My piss loosened sum of the drying cum on my boxers and made lovely misty white streaks down Gulzar's face.

As ordered, Danny swiped my scally cock left/right a few times to ensure both Gulzar's cheeks got a fair share of the priceless fluid that was my fucking piss. The divine piss of Scally God himself. Every single drop was too precious to go to waste. The generous quantity of piss I discharged gave Gulzar's body a real good, deserving shower, thoroughly cleansing the dirty, scruffy little bitch.

When I was done, I snapped fingers in Danny's face, pointing the finger of the other hand to my piss-covered left foot. "Wash!". Danny got down on his knees by my feet, where he looked well-suited to be, used the showerhead to wash my foot, running his fingers between my toes to ensure a thorough job and then dried my leg and foot with Gulzar's t-shirt before rolling down the leg of my jeans.

In all honesty, I do admire guys who are task-focused and do a meticulous job without requiring too much instruction or training. Such bitches save my time. Danny was just one such good bitch. In the coming years, he would prove useful to me.

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At last, I was done with training for the evening. I ordered the now fully demoralised urinal bitch to get into a kneeling, prostrating position with his forehead on the shower floor. I stood hands on hips, relaxed and carefree, pleased with my work, left foot resting on the back of Gulzar's head, gently rocking it side to side, rubbing his face in the piss-covered floor tiles while I pulled on the leash.

I Stood thoughtfully looking down on, inspecting the utterly ruined, crumpled up mass of cum, piss, foot-grime and spit. Looked down on him with truly heartfelt pity. A mere hour ago he was the great Dr Gulzar Asfand Khan, a strong, proud Pashtun warrior. Now, reduced by strong Gypsy boy cock to an irrelevant little dog turd squashed under my victorious teen kid's merciless bare foot, face mopping up my scally piss.

"Well done, brown desi bitch, tonight's training session is over. Get your well-stacked, filthy Paki Muslim slut wife to hand-wash, dry and iron my socks and boxer briefs ready for scally inspection in time for our next training meet-up. We'll catch up soon," I told him and ordered him to open his mouth.

I spat one last time, this time directly into my Pakistani slave dog's mouth and departed, after first using my Black slave dog, Danny to replace the Reeboks on to my teen White God divine feet.

8: A Moment to Wind Down

The two clearest pictures of cum and foot-grime covered, belt-marked butt, kneeling Gulzar sucking my cock I MMS-ed to Slut Sarah with the caption "My big, strong Paki buddy and training partner that I told you about. Who out of us two do you reckon came out on top in tonight's sparring rounds?" She replied with a big thumb-up emoji, kisses and "Great work, Daddy!".

By the way, these photos and videos would mark the downfall of Gulzar and my rise. I blackmailed him to gain greater access to his family and regular visits to the family residence for dinners. I was then able to seduce and reduce both his wife and daughter and compromise his two sons, gradually moving closer to (but not there yet) taking the entire strong and influential Pakistani family down to its place under my teen, scally God Feet, where they all belong.

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Outside, the rain had stopped and the wind died down. While still cold, the lighter breeze now felt surprisingly refreshing. I threw up my hoodie to cover the head, briefly felt the £500 pouch in my hand, weighing it playfully before stuffing it into my pocket. There was no real need to have counted it. There never has been apart from the few very early sessions when I was still breaking in Gulzar the loser's ass to a life of submission under my domineering White scally feet.

I had counted it all the money for no other reason than to prolong that moment of Gulzar's utter humiliation and defeat when I was skilfully balanced on the toes of the right foot and had the cum-slut pinned to the window by the forehead with nothing more than the small bare toes of my scally left foot.

Gulzar the compliant, foot-trained Pakistani slave bitch is always truthful and loyal to his young White master. This was not his first submission or tribute to his White King, nor will I let it be his last.

The traffic was now denser than when I arrived at the gym. Vehicles' headlamps were breaking up the darkness. The streets were more crowded too. Groups of men and women heading out to the city for a great night out, I guess. And why ever not? Life is way too short. Best to get the most out of it. I certainly intend to.

Dirty thoughts of ass-fucking useless cunt Gulzar's MILF wife and impregnating his lovely, married daughter were swimming in my head. Getting both bitches together in Gulzar's marital bed suddenly felt like an easily-realizable dream after tonight's intense "training" session.

After I fucked and ravaged the two Pakistani sluts, I would make them both kneel and massage a foot each as a reward for getting their sacred Muslim asses, mouths and cunts drilled and defiled by my vastly superior 8.5", thick, White infidel cock. Fuck, they'd love it! My regal English feet deserve nothing less.

I know Smoking is a shameful, dirty habit. Not least for a keen, young martial artist dreaming to make a career out of his self-defence skills, but it is my love and joy. I lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply and contently on it before leisurely, dreamily blowing smoke rings out into the cold, damp air of Birmingham.

An alert had been issued for a prolonged power cut tonight due to major unplanned plant maintenance. The streets were very dark and surreal, making the air feel even colder. Car headlamps were projecting brighter beams ahead of them. It all helped lull me into an even more carefree, dreamy mood. I was loving the evening.

I again inhaled deeply on the cigarette and headed on south along A34 towards the city centre, before turning left at a major crossroads junction. I knew a cosy little, sleazy, anything-goes strip bar masquerading as an innocent live music nightspot, always jam-packed with East European hotties and horny punters (this bar I won't name or give the exact address of but it has since long been forced to shut down.)

As I headed east now towards my target bar, the icy westerly wind was right in my face. Far from deterring me, it made me spontaneously break out into a laugh, causing heads to turn. The ear-shattering loud music could now be heard even at some distance, carried by the wind.

Fuck it, I thought. I pulled off my hoodie and kicked off my end-of-life Reebok trainers. Dropping the trainers into an already overfull bin (the wind blew them off onto the ground), I raised my hoodie, waved it over my head and began boogieing barefoot and bare-chested right there and then in the crowded street, oblivious to the dumbfounded onlookers. I danced all the way towards the bar.

It was time to celebrate tonight's victory with a few drinks and slutty women before I return home to a relaxing foot massage by Slut Sarah. My hard-working feet deserve it. Yeah, like I said not too long ago, life is way too short. I quickened my pace and lost myself in the hustle and bustle of the city evening. Life never felt sweeter.

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(There's something the readers might be wondering. Do I have an identity crisis, describing myself alternately as Brummie or Liverpudlian, chav or scally or Gypsy? Well, to be honest, I am little of all and none of all. How do you put into a box someone of so diverse an ethnic and geographic background? I certainly see many differences between myself and many of my young council-estate yob friends.

I am more of an independent, loner kid, not hanging in crowds. I have a strong dislike for tattoos. My clear, light-tan skin is too beautiful to taint. My men's jewellery is minimal and minimalistic, not glitzy. I prefer a simple brushed-steel link-chain bracelet with a matching necklace at most. This is in sharp contrast to at least nearly all the chavs I've ever met, decked out in shiny, golden chains, earrings, heavy bracelets and more tattoo than natural skin. Yuck!