Cinderello for male feet lovers
The Man with Beautiful Feet ay was a man who caused envy, sighs, jealousy and hopes. As soon as he saw him, not only was he captivated by his resounding beauty, but he also discovered many virtues and benefits that made him a desired man. His parents taught him to respect those around him and always choose kindness as his path in life. His life was spent happily with his parents in a stately home in the Austrias neighborhood, one of the most charming in the city. Until the age of twelve, Jay lived without worries until one sad day his mother died. His father remarried some time later, this time to a man, Mr. Dorrel, a gray-haired and vain man in his sixties with ambiguous intentions. His stepfa9
ther, Mr. Dorrel had two sons, who became his stepbrothers, Crispin and Vachel. After the death of his father, Jay had no choice but to adapt to new rules of coexistence that Mr. Dorrel now imposed in the manor house. The house, although large and beautiful, was difficult to maintain after the family economy was transformed by the death of his father. Jay didn’t wish that everything his parents had done to make it the nicest house in the Village had been in vain. Jay then spent a lot of time cleaning and decorating it by himself. His parents taught him the value of hard work and he 10
had no choice but to do all the housework, since days after his father died, Mr. Dorrel told him: “if you want to continue living here you will have to do something.” of value and take charge of all the housework.” However, Crispin and Vachel, along with their father Dorrel, knew very well how to give Jay more tasks to keep him busy. They enjoyed seeing him tired and sad. Thus they prevented him from devoting himself to what he liked most, which was painting, reading about the classical world and learning languages. After a year, they managed to get Jay to spend the entire day thoroughly cleaning the rooms, the hall, the living room, the bathrooms, the kitchen, polishing the silver objects, scrubbing while kneeling (his stepfather required it because “to to make the floor shine well, you have to rub it vigorously”), iron clothes, sew, and above all, cook. Jay might have enjoyed these tasks if his stepbrothers had basically been grateful and kind. Jay remembered everything his parents had taught him, and he was always very clever when faced with the harassment of his stepbrothers. He remained calm, took two breaths and did not show anger or fury at the stupidity of his stepbrothers. Jay thought that behaving like this was the smartest way to keep everything in order and not get worse. In any case, he always considered himself smarter than his half-brothers. Crispin was the ol11
der of the two half-brothers, however, the shorter in stature. His head was deformed and wide. He had a very serious halitosis problem that he did not want to solve since he loved to eat garlic with bread. He was basically “daddy’s boy”, having whatever he wanted at all times, such as a zither which he would sometimes play late at night even when Jay had to get up at five in the morning every day. tomorrow to prepare breakfast. Vachel, although the smaller one, was the taller of the two, about six feet four inches. He might look burly, but it was more the sensation caused by his height and violent behavior. He was red-haired, bearded, had a boxer’s wide nose and a pitted face full of scars. Unlike his brother, his breath did smell good, although the rest of his body did not smell good. This was a result of his neglect of self-care. He was a specialist in staring at the ceiling while eating whatever he caught. If he didn’t have to go out due to lack of work, he thought, why should he shower and get ready. His father, Mr. Dorrel, could tell him something about it, but everyone knew that Vachel had a very bad temper, and if he was reproached for something, he could become very irritable, even violent. It could be said that both could be attractive for their manly appearance, at least from a distance, and for their large feet that they always liked to air out and put in any wrong place (Vachel often liked to show them on the table with obvious pride when he finished to eat). This was quite unpleasant sin12
ce, as Jay once observed, their neglected and deformed feet were certainly unpleasant as much or more than the behavior they both maintained in front of Jay. Mr. Dorrel was basically a man who pretended to be a rich and lifelong nobleman by dressing in the most extravagant clothes and using the most bombastic and outlandish vocabulary. He always looked over his shoulder and his raised eyebrows never relaxed except when sleeping. Possibly Mr. Dorrel wanted to return to a youth or a rebirth of divine overtones that would help him once again cajole some wealthy man to continue taking care 13
of his lazy and ill-mannered children. Beauty was everything to him, no matter what it cost, so all his money was spent on creams and treatments that promised to be the last elixir of youth. He couldn’t stand someone being more beautiful than him. And Jay was aware that his own natural, balanced beauty was the envy of his stepfather. All of this made Jay feel very out of place since he had nothing to do with the three of them: he tried to be a good person and cultivated every night. He was also a handsome man, possessed of a natural beauty of which he was not as aware as those who looked at him. His ash blonde hair, Mediterranean blue eyes, and sharp jaw gave him a manly but graceful appearance. But what differentiated him most from them was his feet. Jay was aware that he had beautiful, soft feet that were a perfect size, on the small side. He was surprised that no matter how hard he worked, his feet always remained perfect. Throughout his life he always received comments about them and he knew that sooner or later his proud stepbrother Vachel would make some comment about it and he would get in trouble for it. Jay once confessed to those men who throughout his life made some wishful comment about his feet that he himself was a foot fetishist. He loved looking at pretty men’s feet. This way he was able to get close to the wonderful feet of many men who ended up massaging his feet but in the end, he always ended up serving the feet of 14
the boys he knew himself. He dreamed of finding someone who adored his feet, played with them in a reciprocal way, caressed them and cared for them like the best treasure. That he appreciated them as a jewel as much as the values and virtues he possessed.
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