Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2007 18:11:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Toby Tyler Subject: Seventh Grade Foot Slave - Part 1 Seventh Grade Foot Slave Chapter 1 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. There's no sex (just feet) in the first few chapters, but there will be near the end, so keep reading. Chapter 1 When I first met Brad on the schoolbus, I never would have imagined that I would be spending many hours with my tongue wiggling between his sweaty toes. "You're new here, aint ya? What grade you in?" he said. "Seventh. We just moved here two weeks ago." I replied. Brad told me he was in eighth grade, but I figured he must have been held back because he looked a little too tall for an eigth grader. He was an average-looking boy with sandy hair, freckles and a few pimples. I also noticed that he exuded a bit of a rank, sweaty odor. I guessed he didn't bother with deodorant. I was in desperate need of a friend, and glad that he was willing to sit next to me. But he also made me a little nervous. He looked like he might be a bully. "Anyone beat you up yet?" "Huh?" "I said, anyone beat you up yet?" "Uh, no. But I don't like those guys at the bus stop. I think they were making fun of me, and I don't know why." "Oh, those guys. Danny and Tony." Brad snorted. "Yeah, those two are real shitheads, but I'm cool with them now. They don't bother me anymore. Now they'll go after the new kid. And that's you. By the way, Toby, where do you live?" "Torch Lane." "I live in Tanglewood Estates." "You mean the trailer park?" I asked. "Yeah, the trailer park." Brad rolled his eyes. Then he gave me a rather funny look. "Do you bite your nails a lot?" "Huh?" "I asked if you bit your nails a lot. You were just biting them, like you were nervous. You're not nervous, are you?" I didn't notice that I had been biting my nails. "I guess I bite them once in a while. Why?" "Never mind, here's my stop. Gotta go." After that first encounter we became friends, but he always kind of scared me. He definitely had a bit of a bully in him. We would be having a good time flying his model airplanes or whatever, and then he'd just haul off and sock me for no reason. Then he would apologize with a sneaky grin and say, "Just bustin' yer chops." I liked spending time with him in the trailer park, which was near the woods and the field where we flew his planes. He kept a pack of Marlboros hidden in the shed. He'd always try to get me to smoke with him, but I'd always refuse. ---------------------- One Thursday after school (his mom worked late on Thursdays, so we had a few hours to ourselves) Brad invited me over. "Come on. I want you to try something!" he said with a mischievous grin. "Let's go out to the shed!" When we got in the shed I watched curiously as he took a brown paper bag and opened it. Then he reached back onto the shelf and grabbed a tube of the glue he used to repair his model airplanes. He squirted the whole tube into the bag. "You'll want to sit down for this!" he said. He sat down next to me. The inside of the shed had already begun to fill with glue fumes. He put the bag to his mouth and blew in it to puff it out a bit. "Ever huffed model glue?" Here we go again, I thought. "I won't even touch your stupid cigarettes! What makes you think I'm dumb enough to try that?!" Whack! He slugged me in the arm. "Don't be such a pussy, Toby. You think it's stupid? Well, you'd better try it first before you go calling it stupid!" "I wanna go home now." He backed me into a corner. He was getting aggressive, and I decided that the best thing to do was to just be quiet. He really looked like he might hurt me this time. "I'm gonna make you huff this fucking glue! I'm sick of you being such a sissy!" I flinched as he held the opening of the bag to my face. He held it there for a minute. My nose and lungs were burning. I started to feel really sick and dizzy. Finally he let me breathe. "My turn!" he said as he put the bag over his nose and mouth and began to hyperventilate. I thought I was going to faint. "Atta boy, Toby. Havin' fun yet?" Brad grinned devilishly. "Let me outta here. I wanna go home!" I moaned. "Just chill out, willya? Go outside and lay on the grass. You'll feel better in no time. I'm gonna stay in here and keep huffing a little while longer. Just stick around. We can watch whatever we want on TV tonight." I crawled out onto the grass and waited for Brad to finish huffing. Why did I let him do these things to me, I wondered. I couldn't figure out why I always put up with his rough treatment. Eventually Brad stumbled out of the shed, sweaty and intoxicated. His eyes were bloodshot. There was a wet spot on his jeans. I thought he had pissed his pants, but then I noticed he was drooling all over himself. He was so dizzy that I had to help him get into his room and onto his bed. I hoped that he would sober up before his mother got home. "Let's watch TV" he mumbled. "Where's the TV Guide?" I asked. He pointed to the TV Guide in a pile of dirty laundry. I had to move a pair of Brad's shit-stained underwear to pick it up. "Hey," I said, cheering up. "The Dark Crystal is on! I've always wanted to see that!" Brad sat up. It looked like he was slowly returning to normal. "It's allright," he muttered, "but it's a kid's movie." "That's okay. Let's watch it." Brad sprawled himself back on his bed again. There was no place for me to sit. "Scoot over!" I said. "Don't feel like moving. Go sit on the floor." "All right. Give me a pillow." Brad tossed me a pillow. I noticed that he was still wearing his sneakers. "Hey, take your sneakers off!" I snapped. It always bothered me to see someone wearing sneakers on a bed. Groggily, Brad struggled to get his sneakers off and tossed them on the floor. "Happy now?" I didn't answer him. The movie was starting. I turned to watch the TV. "Hey Toby?" "Yeah?" As I turned around he threw his dirty sweat socks right in my face. I decided to ignore him. I put the pillow down on the floor near the foot of his bed so I could lie down and enjoy the movie. His socks lay in a heap about two inches from my nose. I could smell the odor wafting towards me. About twenty minutes into the movie, something happened which caught me totally off guard. I was still on the floor with my head on the pillow. All of a sudden, Brad surprised me by shoving his sweaty, moist feet into my face. And they really stunk, too! "Smell my feet!" he cried gleefully. I don't know exactly what happened in my brain at that moment, but suddenly I found myself breathing in deeply, enjoying the aroma of Brad's sweat and funk. I didn't try to push his feet away. I was actually enjoying it! Surprisingly, I began to feel a bulge forming in my jeans. Brad was a little surprised that I didn't struggle to push his feet away, but he just stayed with his feet on my face for about a minute. Then he started to have a little fun. He wiggled my nose with his big toe and then tried to stuff the toe in my nostril. "Yeah, keep on sniffing!" By this time I was fully hard. I grabbed a foot in each hand and pressed them closer to my nostrils. I was intoxicated by Brad's feet. I must have looked pretty funny, eagerly pressing Brad's feet to my face. I had no idea what had made him do this, and I had no idea what made me let him do it. I figured that he probably still had a lot of glue fumes floating around in his brain, and didn't quite know what the hell he was doing. "You like my feet, Toby?" "Uh huh!" "You like the stink?" "Uh huh!" Brad lifted his feet from my face. "Tell me how they smell, Toby!" All of a sudden, I realized the absurdity of what I was doing. I didn't know what to say. "Tell me how much you like my stinky feet!" Brad yelled. Then, sounding slightly concerned, Brad whispered, "Toby, say something! It's okay! You can be a weirdo around me. I won't mind! You know I'm kind of a weirdo, too!" "Are you sure?" "Sure I'm sure. Just tell me how my feet smell!" "Can I smell them again?" "Here ya go! Have fun!" Brad lowered his soles back onto my face. Once again I breathed the heavenly aroma. Then he lifted his feet up again so I could answer him. "Okay, how do they smell?" "Good^Åthey smell good^Åmmm^Å" "Well, if they smell so good, why don't you find out how they taste?" Brad lowered his feet back onto my face. I put my tongue out and began licking his soles, delighted by the salty, sweaty flavor. "That's it, lick `em," he coaxed. "eat my feet. Now lick my toes." I teased his big toe with my tongue before I slipped it in my mouth. I took my time sucking on his toes, completely forgetting about watching the Dark Crystal, which I had been so engrossed in a moment ago. I got to the little toe on Brad's left foot when suddenly he pulled his feet away. "Okay, that's enough, foot freak." The spell was broken. He put his feet back on the bed and we watched the rest of the movie in silence. Neither of us said a word for the next hour, and when the movie was over, I got up and told Brad I was going home. I felt very awkward. I felt even more awkward when I got home. My mom asked me, "Did you have fun with Brad today?" "Uh, yeah." "So, what did you kids do? Fly his model planes again?" What was I going to say? Oh no, Mom - we huffed some glue and then I smelled and licked his stinky feet? It just sounded too weird, and I couldn't believe I had just done such a weird thing. "Oh, we just stayed inside and watched The Dark Crystal." "That's nice. I hear the puppets in that movie are so amazing. Very realistic. Did you have anything to eat over there?" I told her we had eaten Spaghetti-o's, which was the truth. I just neglected to mention that I had Brad's toes for dessert. When I got into bed that night I jacked off wildly. I couldn't cum yet, but I knew how to play with myself. I had been doing it for a while. I never really had any sort of sex fantasies until then - I just rubbed my dick and it felt good. But that night when I was jerking off all I could think about was Brad's feet. To be Continued...