Date: Mon, 18 Oct 2010 20:07:24 -0700 From: D R Subject: The Payback Part 1 (Gay, Young Friends) (b/b, foot worship, fetish, sex) ---------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING: This is a purely fictional story that has a bunch of cute prepubescent boys and a teenager being sexually active, as well as feet, tickling, and other sensitive topics meant only for the adults that enjoy reading about all this. If this isn't what you like, or you are not even 18 years old yet, I order you to read no further. I MEAN IT. YOU ARE WARNED! The contents of this file beyond this paragraph DO NOT express, represent, or have anything to do with the opinions, beliefs or conduct of the author. Even if it might not appear that way. This story remains property of the author whose email is diddlediddle@live.ca Questions, comments and (constructive) criticisms can be sent to the above email address. Thanks for reading! ----------------------------------------------------------------- The Payback Part 1 Jimmy Hopkins was a bully. Only fifteen and already a terror that no child or preteen dare speak of. He was of average height for his age, with a shock of bright red hair on his round head, and freckles galore on his face. He loved tormenting and teasing anyone younger than him, but he specialized in bullying boys. Of course, underneath that lay a dormant desire that Jimmy would rather not have put a name to. Jimmy often tormented his targets in rather sexual ways, which Jimmy loved but his victims hated. Jimmy's older brothers knew just what he was doing all the time, and they simply shook their heads; they too had been bullies but not like Jimmy. Granted, they had extracted `favours' from their victims, but not like Jimmy. So when Jimmy's victims had had enough, his brothers whispered Jimmy's big secret in the boys' collective ear and told them how they could get their revenge on Jimmy. No one really knows what set Jimmy's group of regular victims off; they had already endured a little more than two year's worth of torture so why now, did they choose to get revenge? No one knows for sure, but it may have had something to do with the fact that when he first started Jimmy only had two regular victims; by the time their revenge took place, he had ten. And is it not true that there is strength in numbers? The last event, the final straw if you will, that led to the Payback as it would later be called, occurred in August. Jimmy had left school and was walking home, when he spotted two of his favourite boys, Eddie and Malcolm, aged eight and nine respectively, walking home from school as well. Eddie was a charming little lad, small for his age, with golden blonde and beautiful bright blue eyes. Malcolm, on the other hand, had dark red hair, and dark blue eyes; he also had very large feet for his age, something that Jimmy greatly appreciated. After spotting his prey, Jimmy quickly crossed the street to start following them. As he gradually got closer to them, Eddie and Malcolm casually glanced behind themselves only to spot Jimmy racing towards them. The two young boys panicked and started running as fast as their little legs could carry them, but Malcolm with his big feet and bigger shoes could not run as fast as he needed. Eddie quickly grabbed his friend by the hand, and pulled him into the wooded area that bordered their walk home. The two boys should have known better than to try and shed their pursuer by entering the forest. The large, densely wooded forest in their neighbourhood was practically Jimmy's second home; he spent a lot of time after school there, whether he was tormenting someone or unbelievably, even doing his homework. He spent almost all his weekend time in there, whether playing with his portable video games, or stripping down and playing with his hard young cock. Despite its vast size, Jimmy had explored the forest in all four directions and knew it like the back of his hand. In fact, every transaction Jimmy made with his young victims occurred in there. Eddie and Malcolm should have know better, but in a panic, they'd had no other choice. It took only a few minutes for them to get lost, and for Jimmy to find them. They stopped dead in their tracks and slowly turned to face their aggressor. "It's no use running any further guys. Face it, y'all're lost" Jimmy said, with a wicked grin on his face. Eddie and Malcolm huddled close to each other, sweating from their run, shivering in fear and nervous anticipation of what Jimmy would make them do or do to them today. "Okay, so let's see. Today is Wednesday, meaning it's allowance day. So gimme all yer money, and maybe, just maybe, if I'm feeling generous, I'll let y'all go." He stood there before the cowering young boys, with his arms crossed defiantly across his chest, and his right foot menacingly tapping the soft earth. Eddie and Malcolm shrugged their backpacks off their shoulders, and simultaneously reached into them and pulled out their wallets. Eddie pulled out two 5's and as much change as he had and passed it to Jimmy who quickly put it all in his own backpack. Malcolm however was only able to hand over a couple of dollars in change, seeing as he never carried a lot of money due to his parents always putting it into his savings account. Jimmy shoved the change into his backpack, and then let it drop to the ground. The two young guys choked down their breath; the dropping of the backpack was a sign that Jimmy meant business. "Well guys, I am seriously disappointed in you. Eddie, y'all should feel proud that y'all were able to give your good buddy Jimmy the money he deserves. As for Malcolm, I am shocked that y'all would hold out on me. Ain't I yer bestest buddy? Don't I deserve better than a couple fucking dollars in fucking change?" Jimmy glared at the boys, who began shivering again. "Grab yer packs and starting walking that way" Jimmy said, pointing to the deep woods behind the two boys. They begrudgingly picked up their backpacks and began slowly walking deeper into the woods, stumbling over uneven ground, tripping over large branches and climbing over and under fallen logs. As soon as they had reached his chosen destination, Jimmy quickly grabbed the boys by their backpacks causing them to stumble and stop. It was a bright summer day, and the sun shone gently through the trees illuminating the spot that Jimmy had chosen. The ground was dry, and twigs snapped constantly under Jimmy's feet. "Alright guys, that's far enough. Sit on that log right there and take yer shoes off. And don't let yer socks touch the ground!" Jimmy pointed to a log behind the two boys, and they sat and slowly unlaced their shoes and took them off. Eddie and Malcolm sat, in nervous anticipation, holding their socked feet up off the ground. Jimmy licked his lips and squatted down in front of Eddie, lifting the boy's feet in his hands. The boy's obviously once-white socks were very dirty on the bottom, a yellowish brown around the edges, but almost black in the spots where the sweaty sock clung to Eddie's equally sweaty foot. Jimmy licked his lips again, and quickly pressed his face against Eddie's filthy socks and inhaled deeply. The smell was intoxicating to Jimmy; it smelled of gym lockers, dirty shoes and sweat feet. The young bully's cock grew instantly hard and showed very obviously through his tight sweat pants. Eddie looked at Malcolm pleadingly, but Malcolm could only shrug his shoulders and apologize with his eyes. If the older of the two had tried to make a break for it, their aggressor would surely have noticed first of all his putting his shoes back on. Jimmy, in the meantime, continued to rub Eddie's feet on his face, inhaling as deeply as he humanly could, pulling in the aroma he loved so well: stinky boy feet. He began casually playing with his rock hard cock through his sweat pants, but kept his young victim's feet pressed firmly to his face. Finally after a few minutes, he gently lowered Eddie's socked feet to the ground, placing them gently on his shoes. Jimmy stood up and continued to play with his cock through his pants, while he looked directly at Eddie. "Damn Eddie, you dirty little boy! Y'all ain't been changing your socks like yer supposed to, have ya? They stink like y'all been wearing them since last week, and goddamn does that make me fuckin' horny!" As he finished speaking, Jimmy stopped rubbing himself, undid the ties in his pants and dropped them to the ground, showing his young victims that he was not wearing underwear and was very, very aroused. Jimmy started stroking his cock directly now and Eddie and Malcolm could only stare at Jimmy and wonder what was going to happen next. Jimmy shuffled over to Malcolm, and squatted down in front of him, his hand never leaving his cock. The bully lifted up the young boy's big feet with one hand and look at Malcolm's socks. Although they were a lot cleaner than Eddie's, with only a yellowish brown colour over the soles of both socks, Malcolm's socks smelled so much stronger than Eddie's, something that Jimmy couldn't believe. After licking his lips a few times, Jimmy quickly pressed his face into Malcolm's socked feet as hard as he could and began sniffing and snorting, inhaling as much as the little boy's foot stink as he could. After a few minutes of thoroughly inhaling Malcolm's sweaty foot smell, Jimmy stood up, pulling his pants up as he stood, and pulled Malcolm's socks off, letting the boy's bare feet drop to the ground, where they gently brushed the dry earth. Jimmy shoved one sock in his pocket and put the other in his backpack. He then turned to Eddie and quickly yanked the boy's socks off, stopping to smell one of them before shoving it into his backpack. The other sock, however, was destined for a different location. With one swift move, Jimmy went right up to Eddie and grabbed the boy's nose with his thumb and index finger, causing his mouth to gape open gasping for air, whereupon Jimmy promptly shoved the second sock into the boy's mouth. Young Eddie coughed and gagged, but Jimmy kept his hand firmly over the boy's mouth, preventing him from spitting the sock out. Jimmy stood back and laughed at his victim's plight. "Damn Eddie, y'all look real sexy with yer sock in yer mouth! How's it taste, buddy? Taste good? Cuz I know they sure smell damn good!" Jimmy leaned forward and inhaled the odour of the small bit of sock left hanging out of Eddie's mouth. The boy recoiled but Jimmy followed and proceeded to lick Eddie's cheek. "Y'all taste good, Eddie. Nice and sweet, but still kinda sweaty. Musta been all the running y'all just done." Jimmy kissed the boy's cheek and playfully smacked Eddie's other cheek before standing up and admiring "his" boys. The two were no longer shivering now but instead beginning to sweat due to the sun shining directly down on the small area they were in. Jimmy shoved his hand in his pants and began masturbating again, admiring Eddie whose face was flushed, and whose pretty blue eyes were shooting daggers at his tormentor. Jimmy then looked at Malcolm, whose head was down, and was wringing his hands in his lap. "Hey Malcolm, don't worry! I ain't forgotten about ya!" Jimmy took the couple of steps towards Malcolm, leaned forward, lifted the boy's head up and then began roughly kissing him on the lips, eventually forcing his teenage tongue into the boy's mouth. Malcolm struggled to pull away but Jimmy had a tight grip on the boy's head, and he could only struggle weakly against the bully. Jimmy finally pulled back, and once again squatted in front of Malcolm, lifting the boy's bare feet up with one hand, while the other remained in his pants, playing with his raging teenage hardon. Jimmy pressed his nose into the space between Malcolm's right big and second toes and inhaled. The odour emanating from Malcolm's big boy feet was strong and intoxicating. Jimmy took another deep inhale from between the toes on Malcolm's right foot and moved to the left, this time placing his nose on the big toe and simply moving his nose all over and around it. Malcolm quietly suppressed a giggle, as the breath coming from Jimmy's nose tickled his big toe. Though Malcolm would never ever admit it to anyone, especially not Jimmy nor his friends and fellow victims, he rather enjoyed it when Jimmy played with his feet or tickled them; it was the other things that Jimmy did, that Malcolm didn't like. "Yer feet smell so fucking good Malcolm! Y'all been running around lots today? Maybe ya got all sweaty during gym? Getting yer big sexy feet all nice and sweaty and stinky for yer big buddy Jimmy, ain't that right?" The teenaged bully stopped smelling his young victim's big toe and began licking at the boy's feet, his tongue taking long strokes up and down Malcolm's smooth and sweaty soles, around his heels, and across and between his toes on both feet. After Jimmy had given Malcolm's bare feet a good tongue bathing, he began sucking on the boy's big toes, both at the same time. Malcolm continued to suppress his giggles as best he could, but the fact that his little penis was starting to get hard didn't help matters; he bit down gently on one hand to stifle his laughter, and with the other hand, began rubbing his growing bulge. Now, while Jimmy wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier called life, no one could accuse him of being unobservant; the bully had definitely noticed Malcolm starting to enjoy what was supposed to be a punishment. Though slightly perturbed, Jimmy found it extremely arousing and decided to use this to his advantage by carrying his punishment further than he'd initially intended. Jimmy began to stand up, letting Malcolm's dripping wet toes slide gently from his mouth as he did. Still holding onto the boy's feet with one hand, Jimmy pushed his pants down to his ankles with the other. Then he inched forward until the tip of his hard teenaged cock was just touching the soles of Malcolm's feet. The boy immediately turned white, sensing that something far worse was coming.