Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2007 19:19:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seventh Grade Foot Slave Chapter 6

Seventh Grade Foot Slave

  By Toby Tyler
  tobyt_yler@yahoo.com

  This is my first story. If you like it, have any comments or suggestions,
you can email me at tobyt_yler@yahoo.com. If you have no interest in
reading about boys with foot fetishes, or if it is not legal for you to
read such material, leave now.

  Chapter 6

  The next Thursday I went over to Brad's trailer with the shoebox
containing his sneakers which I had so lovingly cleaned with my tongue.

  When he came to the door I could tell that he had been huffing spray
paint. "Thanks, man" he said as he took the box, looking rather dazed..

  "Well?"

  "Well what?"

  "Well, can I come in?"

  "Why?"

  "Because you said if I cleaned them we could talk."

  "Oh, right. I said, if you cleaned them good, we might talk."

  I was on the verge of tears. It seemed like he'd never stop tantalizing
me.

  "Well, take a look. Tell me if I've cleaned them good enough for you. If
you're not happy I'll take them back and work on them some more." I was
getting desperate.

  "I'll check `em out later, and then I'll let you know. Bye, Toby." He
started to close the door in my face. Then he stopped and said, "Oh, and
don't call me. I'll call you." Then he shut the door.

  Next Thursday Brad finally did call me. "Do you want me to come over?" I
asked excitedly.

  "You can come over if you really want to."

  I rushed to put on my jacket and practically ran to the trailer park. I
was afraid he'd change his mind if I didn't hurry.

  When I got there I was disappointed when Tony and Danny opened the
door. I had expected Brad to be alone. If his friends were around then
there would be no chance I'd get to lick his feet. His friends were clearly
high on something. Tony wore an old Iron Maiden t-shirt and Danny wore a
tie-dye one. Tony had a pair of battered Reeboks on and Danny wore a pair
of dirty old Converse.

  "We were gonna watch some porn on Brad's VCR. Come on in." At least Tony
was being friendly. When I got to Brad's room I saw him sitting on his bed,
already engrossed in a raunchy video. I noticed he still had his sneakers
on ^Ö the very sneakers I had so lovingly licked clean for six weeks.

  "Hey, Toby, how's it hangin'?" From the looks of it, Brad was pretty
stoned, too.

  So we watched the porno for a while. It was very grainy, and looked like
it was a copy of a copy. It was something freaky with a woman and a dog. I
wasn't really interested in it. I kept glancing at Brad's sneakers and
thought about how funny it would be if those guys knew why they were so
clean.

  The porno was over, and Tony popped in another. The guys mostly just
stared glassy-eyed, occasionally making a lewd comment. What happened next
shocked me.

  "Hey Toby, why don't you untie my sneakers and take them off for me?"

  I couldn't believe what Brad was asking me to do! In front of his
friends! Part of the rules of our little game was that I could never say no
to Brad's demands. But still, it was something we never, ever did in front
of anyone else! We knew it was so weird it was practically unthinkable.

  "What are you waiting for? I told you to take my sneakers off!"

  "I-i-it's just that-" I stammered.

  "Just do it!" I finally got what Brad had been doing to me for the last
few months. He had been teasing and humiliating me to build me up ^Ö for
performing in front of an audience.

  I felt like a trained monkey. I got on my knees by the side of the bed
and began working on Brad's laces. I took his Nikes off and placed them
gently on the bed.

  "Socks, Toby, socks!" I guessed that he wanted me to go through the whole
routine.

  "No hands, Toby! Use your teeth." It was nice to know that Brad had a few
new tricks. It had never occurred to either of us before that I should be
removing his socks with my teeth. Good idea, I thought. It was sexy and
fun. From now on I'll do it that way.

  I held his leg in my hands and gripped the tip of the sock in my teeth
and pulled slowly. It was like a striptease. Then I did the other sock. I
didn't wait for Brad to order me to start licking. I held both feet
together in my hands and sucked both big toes into my mouth.

  Once again I became conscious of Danny and Tony. I could see their
stunned expressions out of the corner of my eye.

  Finally Tony said something. "You win, Brad." He handed Brad a small wad
of bills.
  "Yeah Brad, you win. I never would have believed it!"

  I couldn't believe it! Of all the humiliating things! I was mad, but I
didn't know what I could possibly say, so I kept Brad's toes in my mouth
and waited for something else to happen.

  "I got him well-trained, guys. Hey Toby-"

  "Mmmpf?"

  "Just give me a basic working over. You can do my nails and everything
else later. But I promised these guys you'd take care of them today."

  "Huh?" I took Brad's toes out of my mouth.

  "Brad told us all about what a freak you are, Toby. But we want to see it
for ourselves."

  Still confused, I didn't know what to say. Maybe it was all a cruel
practical joke!

  "Okay, Toby. Ready to get to work?"

  I looked up at Brad. "W-what do you want me to do?"

  "Start with Tony first. They are going to want the full treatment ^Ö just
like you do for me. That means chewing their nails, toe-jam, dirt, and any
peeling skin. And scrape down any calluses they have with your front
teeth. And you can't stop until they tell you they're satisfied."

  It took forever to do the tenth-graders' feet. For one thing, they were
even bigger and sweatier than Brad's. And another thing, they didn't take
care of their feet at all, so their nails were really disgusting, and they
had plenty of calluses for me to scrape away. I swallowed every bit of nail
and dead skin. They just relaxed and watched their pornos during the whole
thing. At first I was really nervous, but eventually my dick got rock hard,
just like it did whenever I serviced Brad.

  When I was nearly done with Danny's feet, I noticed that he had a hard-on
and was rubbing his crotch. They had been watching pornos, after all, and
having a foot slave worship them. They must have been as horny as I was.

  "Say Toby, when you're finished with my feet, why don't work on this?"
Tony asked, pointing to the thick bulge in his jeans.

  I immediately turned to Brad. "Brad, may I please do what Danny wants me
to?"

  "You can if you want to, but on two conditions. One is that if you're
gonna suck his cock you gotta make him cum. Don't stop in the middle. I
won't let you be a cock tease. The other is that when he does cum, you
gotta swallow every drop of it ^Ö I don't want any mess on these
bedsheets!"

  "Brad, May I please suck Tony off, too?"

  "Only if Tony wants you to. But the same rules apply. Don't you dare
spill a drop."

  "Tony, may I please suck you off? I'd really really like to make you feel
good!"

  "Sure, why not. I'm pretty horny, too."

  Then I turned to Brad. "Brad, I know you told me that your dick was off
limits, but may I please suck it? I promise to swallow it all!"

  "I guess you do deserve a reward for cleaning my sneakers so well, so
yeah, just this once."

  "Oh thank you, Brad! I'll give you a blowjob you'll never forget!"

  I crawled to the floor on my hands and knees to Danny. I tried to unzip
his fly with my teeth. After a little struggle, I got the zipper down, but
I had to use my hands for the button. I dug into his piss-stained jockey
shorts and pulled out his thick, fat cock. Funny thing was, even though I
had never sucked a cock before, I didn't feel strange about it at all. I
guess after you've spent weeks licking someone's dirty leather sneakers, a
cock is no big deal. I lovingly polished his huge cockhead and wiggled my
tongue in his piss-slit. He moaned.

  I sucked on his prong for a while and then started to slow down. Finally
I rested my head on his stomach and held his cockhead between my lips.

  "Hey Toby, Didn't I tell you to finish what you started?"

  "Yeah Brad, but-"

  "But what?"

  "Well, I licked everybody's feet, and now I've run out of spit. And he's
taking forever to cum. My mouth is so dry. Can I go get some water?"

  "Nope. I'm not letting you leave this room. Not until you finish sucking
all of us off."

  "Please, I need some water. I need to make more spit."

  "Get over here, Toby." I scooted over and knelt by the side of Brad's bed
and waited for further instructions.

  "Okay, Toby. Open up." I sure as hell knew what Brad had in mind, but at
this point I didn't care. I had come this far. I closed my eyes and opened
wide. I could hear Brad clearing his throat. Then he spat into my mouth. I
grimaced as the slimy mess hit my tongue. Then I closed my eyes and swished
it all around my mouth. I didn't want to swallow it because I knew I'd need
the lubrication to suck those cocks.

  I noticed Brad's slimy saliva tasted strongly of cigarette smoke, so I
knew the guys had been smoking earlier. It was rather disgusting, and made
me a little queasy.

  "Now you've got more spit. Anyone else want to help Toby out here?"

  "I will." Danny came over to me, and I opened up so he could spit into my
mouth, too. He took delight in letting the wad of slime hang out almost
into my mouth, and then teasing me by sucking it back in. Finally he let me
have it all.

  "Go finish him off now."

  I bobbed up and down on Danny's cock with renewed vigor. In a few
minutes, my mouth was dry again. I needed more spit.

  Still on my knees, I begged, "Please Danny, can I have some more? Spit in
my mouth, please!" I opened wide, waiting eagerly. When Tony spat into my
mouth I felt a shiver run down my spine and my cock got even stiffer. I
couldn't believe I was asking the guys to do something so disgusting. I
felt so degraded, yet I also couldn't believe how much it turned me on.

  I had to pause a few more times, and the guys obliged me by spitting in
my mouth again. Eventually Danny squirted. I swallowed it all down, just
like I had been told. His cum didn't taste as bad as I thought it would. It
was kind of bland, actually. Then I moved on to Tony.

  Tony's dick was even fatter than Danny's, and it was uncut. I myself was
circumcised, and had very little experience with uncircumcised dicks, and
absolutely no experience sucking one. I was very fascinated with how the
loose skin felt in my hand. When I slid the foreskin down his cockhead
popped out. Around the rim there was some whitish gunk. As I inspected it,
I noticed it had a rather rancid odor.

  "What's the matter?" Tony asked, irritated.

  "Your dick ^Ö it's not clean."

  "Do you mean to say that after all the disgusting things you've been
putting in your mouth today, you're gonna let a cheesy dick gross you out?"
Brad interjected.

  I grimaced. Then I gingerly poked at a little blob of it with my finger.

  Brad was irritated. "Toby, why don't you just eat it and get on with
Tony's blowjob!"

  I grimaced again.

  "It won't bother you so much once you've licked it all off! You might
even like it!" Brad sure knew how to encourage me.

  So I licked Tony's dickhead like an ice cream cone and quickly ate all
the cheese. At this point I was starting to get a little nauseated, but I
was so aroused that I had to keep going. After dealing with Tony's foul
cheese I was able to comfortably proceed with the blowjob.

  Tony also took a long time to cum. I was ready to give up again, when
Brad said "It's okay, Danny, just jack off into his mouth. But remember,
Toby, don't spill a drop!" So I swallowed Tony's cum.

  I saved Brad for last. He was the most difficult one to suck. His cock
wasn't quite as big as the older boys', but it was much harder than theirs
had been. Maybe he was more excited, I thought. I held it in my hand and
began teasing the head with my tongue. Brad took my hand and pulled it
away. I began taking as much of it in my mouth as I could, but felt the
instinctive need to grab the shaft with my hand again while I sucked the
head.

  This time Brad yanked my hand away angrily. "No hands, Toby. You can suck
these guys any way they like, but you can't use your hands with me."

  "Sorry, Brad. I just wanted to try and make you cum faster, that's all."

  "The only things you can touch my dick with are your lips, your tongue
and your throat. Like I said, no hands. If I want you to give me a blowjob,
you give me a blowjob. Not a handjob. Got it?"

  I showed him that I `got it' by following his instructions as best I
could. I thought it would be easy enough to just lick and suck his dick
like a lolipop, but I soon discovered that Brad liked to give it to me
rough. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my head down on his
cock. I gagged and tried to pull off of his cock, but he wouldn't let
me. He began thrusting wildly with his hips. Every time he'd his the back
of my throat I'd gag, and tears began streaming down my cheeks.

  I had heard of deepthroating, but I had no idea how to do it. Brad
continued to shove his cock where it didn't want to go. "Get up, Toby!" he
snarled.

  Brad stood up, with his pants and dirty underwear still around his
knees. He hobbled over to the wall. I followed him. "On your knees." Brad
pointed to the corner of the room. I got into position. Brad stood in front
of me with his cock, dripping with my saliva, pointed directly in front of
my face. Obediently, I opened my mouth to indicate I had caught my breath
and was ready for another go.

  Brad shoved his cock in my mouth again and rested his hands against the
wall. He began thrusting deep into my throat as though he was doing pushups
against the wall. I choked and gagged, tears were streaming down my cheeks,
but I wasn't going to try to stop him.

  Trying to keep his cock in my mouth was like riding a bucking bronco. He
thrust so hard that my head started banging into the wall a little bit. He
didn't care. When he started thrusting faster, I started to feel good. I
felt good because I knew the ordeal would soon be over, and I felt good
because I eagerly awaited Brad's cum. I knew how wonderful it felt to cum,
and I was honored that Brad was having the exact same wonderful feeling
inside of my mouth.

  When he came he shoved his dick as far down my throat as he could. I had
no choice but to swallow. I didn't even get to taste it, I just felt it
filling up the back of my throat and I couldn't help but swallow it.

  After Brad came in my mouth, I fell to the floor, exhausted. My legs hurt
from being on my knees for so long. I needed a drink of water.

  "Get up, Toby." Brad said, kicking me gently. "I think it's time for you
to go home now." Brad could be so cruel!

  As I walked home that night I felt all mixed up inside. I felt used and
humiliated, yet more excited and alive than I ever felt before. My first
sexual experience! It wasn't exactly as romantic as I had expected it would
be. Still, I smiled happily to myself knowing that I had the sperm of three
older boys swimming around in my stomach.

  "Are you hungry, Toby?" My mom asked when I came in the front door.

  "Oh, no. Brad fed me today. He had some friends over. They had stuff for
me to eat, too."

  "That was nice of them."

  To Be Continued