Date: Tue, 9 Jan 2007 13:55:46 +1100
From: DN
Subject: Friend's Feet

I still had a big grin on my face as the plane took off from the airport.
My final exams were done. I had completed my final year of high school, and
I was on my way to getting hammered, partying hard, and getting to know as
many girls as possible... All with my best mates from school.  We'd planned
this trip since the beginning of the year, and we were all stoked to have
gotten great accommodation in one of the best schoolies cities in the
world! There would be parties every night, mornings after where we couldn't
remember a thing, and days left either decked out on the beach, or going to
one of the theme parks.  We had organised 1 small self contained apartment
not far from where all the action of schoolies is held; only 200 metres
away from the best clubs and parties. We weren't on the beach but we were
only 100 metres down the road from it.

The hour long flight was pretty eventless. I talked to the guys about what
we had to do when we got to the airport, where we had to go and what
transport we were getting. We all agreed that two taxis would be great to
carry our luggage to our hotel and get us there quickly. I shared my cab
with Ben, Andrew and Daniel. Ben is the chick magnet; he's not tall, but he
is very athletic and a bit of a beach bum. He's a great guy and everyone
gets along with him. Andrew used to go to school with us, but left in Yr 10
to start an apprenticeship in metal work. Daniel was the ox of the group.
He was broad shouldered, strong, and the defender of the group. He often
got in a heap of shit at parties, because his strong appearance just drew
attention. He was also a heavy drinker, and once he'd got a bit tanked,
he'd often pick a fight, and usually end up winning. He wasn't the smartest
guy, but his football physic and dominating temper were enough to
intimidate anybody. I always joked with him that I was lucky to have him on
my side, as he was always there to protect my skinny ass.

I suppose I had better give a brief description of myself. I am a lanky
piece of work that is often the brunt of the skinny and scrawny jokes.
Although I am relatively fit, and I go to the gym, I gotta say I am mostly
skin and bone. I was never one on the football field, because although I
was fast, one of those guys, particularly if they held the same shape as
Daniel, could flatten me into the ground with easy move.  After we had
arrived in our rooms, we had to decide who was getting what. The two
singles in the second room were two short for Daniel and me, so we were
left to share the double in the main bedroom. After a few jokes, we
unpacked our stuff and got changed for the beach. Daniel and I started
getting changed to go down to the beach. Daniel sat down on the bed, and
took his shirt off first revealing his thickset body, slightly hairy, but
not enough to distract you from his large arms and big chest. Then he took
off his shoes. They reeked! I had never smelt anything like it! It was that
strong manly, sweaty smell that could knock you out flat.

"Sorry, dude, I know these are bad. I've had the same socks on for three
days."

"Man I am cracking a window! I hope you brought spares..."

"I think so. I'm probably gonna wear flip flops anyway."

He chucked his socks on my pillow carelessly, and continued to get
changed. I was all ready and raring to go down to the beach, so I decided
to go and wait with Ben and Andrew.

The beach was great; I got a little burnt, but nothing as bad as Daniel. He
showed us his thighs that looked like cream next to the strawberry colour
of the rest of his body. That afternoon we got ready to go out that night.
There was a huge party in the main strip of the city to welcome the
Schoolies people. When we got there, it seemed like the wave of people
stretched on for ages. They had skilled over into the feeder streets, and
were disrupting traffic. We all decided to stick together, which seemed
like the best idea. That was until we started to get a few drinks into
us. I saw some friends from another school and immediately went over to
them. I started chatting to one of the girls, and we hit it off pretty
quickly. We were dancing together, having a little bit of tongue action,
when behind me I heard the early stages of a fight. I silently prayed it
wasn't Daniel, but Low and behold there he was with a broken beer bottle in
his hand about to shove it into another guys face. Suddenly, another guy
came up behind Daniel and punched him square in the kidney. Daniel fell
over writhing in pain, and getting the shit kicked out of him by his
original opponent and his friend. I ran over to Daniel, in my slight
tipsiness, and pulled Daniel out of there. Ben and Andrew weren't anywhere
to be seen, so I broke up the fight, bought the two guys a drink and
carried (looking quite retarded) Daniel back to our hotel. I had him draped
across my back, with his head resting over my shoulder. Had he been any
heavier, and I would've had to have dragged him. Thank God for my sense to
have gone to the gym throughout the year.

When we got back to the hotel, I fumbled to key into the lock and splayed
Daniel onto the bed there he lay spread eagled, taking up the entire double
bed. I noticed the vomit on his shirt and pants so I decided to take them
off, and let him sleep in his boxers. It was a hot night anyway. I slowly
unbuttoned his shirt, again revealing the heaving mass that was his strong
body. As I pulled the shirt out from his arms, the strong smell of his
sweat and alcohol exploded from his armpits. There was so much wavy hair
emanating from his pits that it had trapped most of the sweat produced
during the night. After removing his shirt, I moved onto his pants. I
firstly undid his belt, and unzipped him. I immediately noticed that he
wasn't wearing any boxer shorts, and that the actions of my hand over his
body must have excited him a little. This was the funniest thing I had ever
seen, and was sure gonna rub it into him tomorrow in front of the guys. I
had to make a decision; let him sleep in his long, vomit soaked pants, or
take them off and let him sleep in the nude. I figured that since he was
gonna have the bed to himself, he may as well be in comfort. So I bent down
to undo his laces. He had on his old red and white skate shoes that stank,
even when he wore them, of old sweat and that manly odour. I braced myself.
I undid the laces and slipped off his size 14 shoes revealing the same
putrid socks he had been wearing that morning and for the past three days.
There were slight yellowish stains on the bottom, and I could see the
outline of his enormous big toe suffocated against the sock. The stench was
worse than this morning. The nights dancing and adrenaline pump in the
fight had produced a large amount of sweat to fill in his socks, and,
coupled with the three days, had made this putrid product. I slipped off
his sock and then repeated the process for the other foot, leaving Daniel
completely naked. The stench of his feet and armpits filled the room, and
although I had left the window open, the smell seemed to linger.  I left
Daniel under the sheets, and decided to try and get some sleep. As I was
falling to sleep, dreaming of the girl I could be with now, I herd Daniel
mutter a little in his sleep.

The next morning, I woke up before Daniel, and found that he had annoyingly
swung around in his sleep, with his large feet now dangled over me. His
toes were pointed down towards me just hanging over my nose, leaving me to
wake up with my nose full of his scent. I pushed them up out of way as I
got up, only to be thrust back down to the ground by Daniel. He, and his
large rancid feet, were now crushing the air out of me. He looked down at
me maniacally, and let a long thread of spit fall on my face. I laughed out
of frustration, thinking that he was just being an arse.

But I was wrong.

He moved his left foot up my body till it was covering my entire face. My
nose lingered in his arch inhaling his scent, the large droplets of sweat
produced by the humidity secreting from his toes onto my forehead.

`Do you like that, bitch?'

I tried to answer him, but my chest cavity was being crushed by his large
foot.

`Answer me, MY bitch, do you like that?'

`No' I managed to say. He then stepped off me, my lungs filling with air.

`Oh, sorry I had the impression that you liked my feet after tending to
them last night, or is this what you were after?' He quickly lowered his
body onto mine, with his face just above mine, and his slight hard on
rubbing against my crutch. I was so shocked I said

`Daniel, what the fuck?! Get off me, you fag!'

He immediately raised his fist and slammed it into my gut, winding me and
leaving me crawled like a ball on the floor.

`Now, answer me this, David' he said `Why did you undress me last night, in
my state, possibly taking advantage of me?'

`You were covered in vomit and sweat. I did the good thing! I was just
trying to get you into bed!'

`Yeah, right; I bet you think that I was asleep through all of it. Well I
wasn't. I saw how you undressed me, slowly, and stared at my body with each
piece of clothing you fucking well took off. You're a poof. And you like
me!'

`No you fucking idiot! I don't like you. I was just trying to help you like
mates do!'

As I said this, I was beginning to stand at which, he easily applied
pressure to my chest and pinned me under his huge foot.

`No one does that shit. I saw you stare at my dick and smile. I thought you
were gonna blow me or something fag!'  With this, I grabbed his foot,
pushed him onto the bed and bolted for the door. But he was too quick. He
got me around the ankle, and I fell to the ground, just short of the door.

`Be that as it may, fag, I can't just have you getting away from me. I can
use you!'

I flipped over and saw the same maniacal expression he had carried
throughout this ordeal. With his unquestionable strength, he dragged me
over to the bed and again pinned me down on the floor with his strong,
meaty feet. He placed his right foot on my face, rubbing it up and down,
with his left on my crutch, casually massaging my dick.

As he reached over into his bag, he said `Bet that feels good doesn't
it. Just think how it is MY foot that is touching your dick, fag!'

At this my dick started to swell, I guess to his actions and the intensity
of the moment.  As he sat up I saw in his hand a collar and leash. He bent
down (still with his feet on my face and crutch) and tied the collar around
my neck.

`Now David, you know how I like to be in control of the situation, whether
that be on the footy field or in a fight, It's no different here. So when I
order you to do something, say take off your clothes, I mean
immediately. Like now...'

I stared up at him thinking `What is going on? Has he finally snapped? Why
me, his mate?'

`I said NOW, bitch!'

 Immediately I began to take of boxers and my shirt that I had worn to bed.

`Hmm' he said `I like this arrangement. MY bitch. MY slave. MINE to
own. David, I own you! Do you get that?' He said as me twisted his foot
against my face.

`Yes' I said just audible through his large arch.

`Good' he said. He now had complete control over me, his feet his
instruments of domination, and the collar the symbol of my submission.

`Now' he said `My feet have been pretty dirty and smelly this week, and
just from experience, I can say that they will smell this whole week,
whether I bathe them or not. I don't wanna have to move a muscle this week,
whether it be getting food or going to the toilet. You will do all of these
things for he got it, slave?'

`Fuck you!' I said. His left foot landed square on my dick, and crushed it
in it's semi hard position. I felt myself crawl into the same fetal
position I was in not too long ago.

`What was that?' I heard him yell in his booming voice. `You will answer me
"yes master" and do it every time, got that?'

`Yes master'.

`Now as I was saying, the first thing you are gonna do is massage my
feet. Remove all the calluses and other bits from it, taking wiffs as you
go along. Then, you will bathe my feet, with your tongue and mouth. You
will suck every last cm of it till it is clean and I am satisfied. Lets see
how go. Got that?'

I felt the first of many tears slowly trickle down my cheek at this, and as
my elevated his foot over my crutch again, I said `Yes Master.'

He slowly lifted his feet from their position, and he lay himself down on
the bed, with his head propped up so as to watch me. He pulled the leash up
and my face came just in front of his huge smell ridden feet, and I closed
my eyes.

`Sorry about the smell' he laughed.

I stuck out my hands and began to massage his feet. Surprisingly, they
weren't as tough as I expected. I massaged his arch and the balls of his
feet. At this, he relaxed, and said "Ahhh, this is good, slave. Keep it
up.'

I moved my hands up and down his feet, massaging his heel, arch the balls
of his feet and his toes. His feet were moist and did not lose their smell.

`Slave, that's really good. Take my left foot in your fag hand, and lick it
clean.'  As I moved in, he pulled his foot away and said "what do you say
bitch after every command?'

`Yes, master' he laughed and returned his foot to my hand. I opened my
mouth slightly and stuck out my tongue. As my face approached his massive
feet, the smell overwhelmed me. But as my tongue connected, the taste was
better than I expected. His salty, sweaty stink engulfed my senses, and it
was like I was hooked. I stroked my tongue up and down his foot, taking in
every droplet of Daniel. I heard him groan in content, and I continued. I
tickled his sole with my tongue, playing with his senses while fulfilling
my duties. I picked up every piece of lint on his sole, and his salt mixed
with my saliva to produce a really delicious juice. I sniffed his foot
again, taking in the awful smell that had lingered even following my
licking.

He looked down his boulder of a torso at me and wiggled his toes. I stared
in awe of his big toe, and slid my tongue up to it. Slowly, my tongue
travelled up it's underside, until I reached the top. Then, I opened my
mouth and engulfed his huge asset of a toe. His groan was no indication of
my pleasure. His toe filled my mouth, and travelled up and down it,
swirling my tongue around, attempting to slowly the salty slab of meat that
it was. As I looked up at him, his eyes were closed, his head resting
against the head board in pleasure, and, stroking himself. His cock had
grown to a normal 6 inch size, and was glistening with pre cum. As he
stroked his large hand around it, it truly looked beautiful in his grasp,
standing erect and ready. Although I still had my mouth around his toe, I
wanted his dick. My brain tried to compete with my lust; I was straight,
and still straight. Why did I want this? My eyes travelled back down to my
mission, and I consumed his meaty toe further.

I removed my mouth slowly, taking the scent onto my taste buds. I then look
at his inviting other toes, and quickly took them in my mouth. The same
taste filled my mouth as my tongue darted in between his toes, absorbing
the sweat and grime that resided there. His moans grew loader, and more
frequent as I sucked his foot and he stroked himself with his meaty hand.
Suddenly his hips arched, and he came all over his chest. He exhaled and
rested on the bed, my mouth still working its magic over his foot. He
opened his eyes and pointed at me, then at his now covered chest. I soaked
up the last of his scent and inched my way up his long, muscular body,
taking inches of him in my mouth and caressing his skin with my tongue.
When I got to his crutch, I took his balls in my mouth, and sucked up his
sweat and cum. I then took his deflated penis into my mouth and sucked up
the last droplets of cum. The salty taste was like heaven, and he groaned
in pleasure. As I tasted the last of his cum I felt his start to swell
again. I removed my mouth from his delicious dick, and travelled up to his
stomach. Although it wasn't toned, it was strong, and he did have a slight
V leading to his crutch. I lapped up his cum, from his V, his belly button
and all over his stomach. I then lapped at the cum on his big chest, and
took his nipples into my mouth. They tasted so sweet, covered in his sweat
and juice, that I could've sucked them for hours.  Then, surprisingly, he
took my head in his hands and lifted me to his face.

`That was incredible' he said. He then did something that completely
through me off, and made me actually quite offended. He drove his tongue
down my throat, and kissed me. I pulled away. Although I took the other
stuff, this act signified love, an open gay thing. I was not gay. He looked
me angrily and forced my mouth onto his, holding me there for what felt
like 20 seconds.

He lifted me up, and pulled me into his chest letting my head rest against
him. He quickly fell asleep, and I, into his body.