Date: Sun, 28 May 2023 20:12:15 -0400
From: Lifeofpurpose
Subject: Middle School Foot Slave, Part 1

When I was in the 7th grade, my family moved to a new town, which meant a
new school and new friends.  At the time, I had very blonde hair and was
on the thin side. Playing soccer kept me fit and very tan.

The first day of school, other kids just looked at me like I was an
outsider.  I try tried to keep a low profile, not to attract attention,
and just keep my head down passing between classes.

After a few days, I started to make a few friends, mostly quiet or nerdy
kids who I figured wouldn't give me shit.  And there was this other
group of boys, probably a couple grades above me, who everyone seemed to
steer clear.

After a week or so, I found myself in the bathroom between classes when
some of the older boys came in. Trying to act calm, I finished up and
tried to slip out before anyone noticed. But sadly, one of the guys
noticed me sneaking out and made some comment about being a wimp.

Quickly the other two boys joined around me and asked me my name, where I
was from, and then from left field the biggest of the three asked why I
was so gay.

The question caught me off guard. Yeah, at that age I already knew I
liked boys, especially boys in speedos or boys wearing dance tights. But
I never told anyone and certainly didn't like these boys calling me out.

The bell rang thankfully and the boys sped off. Relieved, I also hustled
to get to next period. And for the rest of the day I watched my back so
that I wouldn't end up alone with those boys again.

At the end of the day, I ran out of school when the bell rang and grabbed
my bike to ride home. Just as I exited the bike area, a strong arm
reached out and stopped me dead in my tracks. It was one of the boys from
the bathroom, and he asked where I was rushing off to.

I made up some story about having to get home to do chores and feed the
dog before my parents got home. But he didn't buy it and as we were
standing there,  a few more of his buddies arrived.

And it only got worse. As I stood there straddling my bike and looking
for ways to escape, the boys circled around. They did things like pinch
my nipples, grabbed my backpack, and asked if I liked boys.  Lying, I
just denied it and kept saying I needed to get home.

One of the boys called bullshit as the others just kept pushing me
around, teasing me.  Then another of the boys spoke up and basically said
that if I agreed to a few things, they would make sure no one at school
picked on me. In fact, they said I'd be part of their group for lunch
and school events, and that I would never have to worry about being
picked on.

A little intrigued, I said "Ok, what do I have to do?" To that, one of
the boys who had been silent until then said I needed to be their foot
slave. I had no idea what he was talking about, but somehow I assumed it
would be better than dealing with those punks every day. So I agreed.

Suddenly the boys backed off and let me get back on my bike. And as I
started to leave, the biggest boy said "Not so fast. You made a deal and
we expect you to keep it." He went on to say I needed to meet them at a
local park at 4pm.

I pedaled home and dumped my backpack and grabbed a snack. Then I headed
over to the park. It was a skate park with tables and benches along the
perimeter for people to hang out and watch the boarders. When I arrived I
parked my bike and sat at one of the picnic tables and waited.

A few minutes later three of the boys from school arrived. They had me
lay on the ground by one of the benches, which I thought was strange.
Then one of the boys straddled me, pinning my arms down while another
took off his shoes and shoved a dirty sock in my mouth. Almost
immediately, the third boy placed three strips of duct tape over my
mouth.

Unable to protest or move I just laid there waiting for what was to come.
Then without warning the biggest of the bunch, the one whose sock was in
my mouth, sat on the bench next to me and took his bare feet and started
rubbing them all over my face. He tried to stick his toes up my nostrils
and wiggled his toes on top of my eyes. I couldn't escape.
All I could do was try to move my face away from the nasty feet.

After a while I finally gave up fighting. It was no use anyway. And as I
just lay there limp, one of the boys bent down and started spitting in my
face and telling me what a pussy I was.

By now I was scared and tearing up. One of the boys noticed and told the
others to stop. They helped me up to the bench and took the tape off and
sock out of my mouth.

Satisfied I'd been effectively humiliated, the boys started walking off.
As they did, they said I had to report back at the park every day after
school or the payback would be worse.

To be continued.