Twister
by blip64@hotmail.com

I opened the envelope that had been sitting on my desk when I got back from lunch. My heart started to beat faster when I saw Pete's handwriting - You're invited to take part in a game of TWISTER ! My house ... tonight ... 6:00 p.m .... don't be late ! From your friends. I felt a ball in my stomach and my mind raced at what may ... or would ... happen tonight.

Twister ??? My face...their feet !!!

I arrived at five to six and two guys were already there. One was Rick, black cowboy boots from last week, and the other I didn't know. "

Bill, this is Cory." I nodded hello and he shook my hand. "

Cory looked directly at me saying, "So you're gonna be smelling my feet tonight ?"

I was speechless at the question and Pete and Rick chuckled. Cory sensed my embarrassment and
added, "Don't worry, Billy boy, I'll be gentle. HAHAHA!"

His attention was then turned to his buddies and I was ignored for awhile. Pete finally said, "


Here Cory, put your feet up. ", then I was made to go on all fours and serve as a footstool ! Cory propped his booted feet up on my back where I remained until the other guests started to arrive.

Three more guys entered the room but I kept my head down from humiliation. It wasn't until my hand was stepped on by a motorcycle boot that I winced and looked up. There was the cutie from last week crunching my fingers under his boot with a smile on his face.

"Hey Bill, ready for the game ?" everyone laughed at my statement as he pulled up a chair to Cory's left and also used me to rest his boots on. He crossed them on my shoulder and I smelled the strong scent of leather. He never took his eyes off mine as he sat comfortably above me totally content to be using me as a piece of the
furniture.

The guys all sat around and talked, occasionally making the odd reference to their feet and what it was going to be like for me to have to smell them. "

I've never had the pleasure of someone's nose sniffing my toes. ", Cory commented. "

Oh, it's fantastic !", Mr. Motorcycle boot answered, "Stepping down on that pathetic face with your sweaty socks and knowing that he's breathing in the foot stench ! Kinda gets rid of all the aggression from a hard day ! "

Cory quickly replied, "Well I had a pretty hard day
today so I guess Bill's gonna get a fateful of these sweaty fu#@ers!"

Everyone snickered and then I saw the motorcycle boots get pulled off. I came face to foot with two very moist black socks ! They were so damp that they clung to his large feet.

"Ooh Hoo", he commented waving his hand in front
of his nose." Will you look at how sweaty these are ! Be a pal, Bill and..."

Whoosh...they were pushed into my waiting face !
My heartbeat quickened and my head swam as the two stinking feet squirmed in my face. They were crossed at the ankle and my nose was used to rub the sweaty insole on his right foot. Back and forth, the foot went as it used my face as a foot massager, rubbing lots of sweat under its path.

The guys just laughed at all of this and smiled at the prospect of getting to do the same thing to me.

"Oh God", I thought, "How many feet will I have
to bear tonight and how will they all smell?"

The feet changed position and the left sole was mashed into my face. With my nose buried underneath the
smelly toes I realized that I was getting a good taste of what was to come!

A couple more guys entered the room as Mr. Motorcycle commented, "Don't worry, Bill. I'm not going to make you thank me for shoving my sweaty, smelly, hard workin' feet in your face to sniff. I know you appreciate it!"

I looked up at him at this comment feeling how much sweat was being wiped on my face and he grinned at me, somehow knowing he was right!

As Pete set the game up on a raised plank with a hole in it ( for my face to stick through ), I got another pair of feet on my back, a pair of black dress shoes. The owner, a really nice looking guy watched me wince as he lightly dug his shoes into my back and smile at my reaction!

The guys watched with excitement as the game got closer and made lewd comments. " I wonder how my feet smell after being at work all day ?" and "I was too busy to do laundry this week...three days with this pair of socks
on...PHEW!!!"

A really cute, jock-type spoke up saying, "Man, I just got back from the gym. We're talking seriously, sweaty feet !" Pete laughed as he worked,

"You mean you might step on poor Bill's face with them?" The jock pretended to be shocked but then replied, "Not only step on but FLATTEN his face UNDER my stinkin', wet socks!"

The aggressive comment was met by whoops and cheers from the group as I glanced over at the Nikes he was wearing picturing the hot, sweaty feet inside. He stared over at me looking and crossed his legs at the ankle giving
me a great look at his soles.

When the board was set up, I was told to work myself underneath it and stick my face through the hole. I did as I was told and the Twister game was placed over me.

There were holes cut in various colors and my face was currently occupying a blue space. I felt vulnerable laying there exposed to anyone who may choose to walk on me. "Let's begin, gentlemen." Pete announced and he flicked the dial. Left foot on yellow and his socked foot landed about two spaces from my face. It felt very odd (and scary) to be at the same level as people's
feet. Pete wore grey sweat socks that looked DIRTY!
The jock was next but he got right hand on green. He had kicked off his runners and I saw that he wore short white gym socks.

I heard the spinning of the dial and then right foot on...red. There were audible sighs of disappointment as a foot whizzed past my nose to land on red. My heart was pounding. Everywhere I looked I saw feet and a few hands, any of which could be pushing down on my face at any moment. One of the new guys yelled when he got left foot on blue!

He was a preppy type, probably a University student, wearing white socks. Everyonewatched closely as he kicked off his shoe, aimed his foot right over my face then slowly stepped down covering my whole face with his sweaty sock!

There were cheers as I was squashed under the wet cotton. The foot was warm and the socks had definitely been worn for a few days ! The foot moved around
and I laid there helpless getting flattened from it moving side to side. To make matters worse the toes kept grasping at my nose and squeezing it!

I breathed in when I could and grimaced at the smell of his feet. How degrading . . .to have to sniff in the odor from the sock ! The guys thought this was a riot to watch and they all laughed and made remarks.

"That's the space I want to land on!" and "Wait 'till my foot gets on there!", they laughed.

I lay squashed like shit under that foot for a good fifteen minutes until the wearer had to bend over to get his other foot on a different space. This, of course, caused his foot to come up and grind my nose into the side of my face which was uncomfortable to say the least.

I stared at the close-up view I had of the ball and toes of his foot and suffered. The guys, seeing the foot rearrange my face beneath it, laughed harder not even giving my discomfort a thought. Oh God, the smell of his feet! Finally, I heard, right foot on yellow and the oppressive foot was lifted off. The guys looked down at me and snickered at what I had gone through. "

His face is all red from the trampling ", Rick laughed. The student turned around and grinned arrogantly at the mark his foot had left on me.

"And there's lots more where that came from!", Mr. Motorcycle boot commented. HAHAHA.

Within two minutes the jock had spun left foot on blue and he looked down at me, putting his finger on his chin pretending to decide where to plant his foot. He looked all over the Twister board glancing at every circle. When his eyes met mine he smiled and held his big, size ten sole about an inch above my nose.

HEW! I could smell the skanky odor of his feet already! He rested his heel down by my chin keeping the rest of his foot just barely touching the end of my nose torturing me.

I looked helplessly up at the big sole about to squash my nose at any second. A few of the guys laughed and shook their head at the way in which I was being held captive under the smelly foot.

"What a position to be in.", someone chuckled and the jock grinned sadistically, reveling at the feeling
of having me trapped under his foot to be squashed at his leisure!

I guess when he felt like he had milked all the humiliation out of me he lowered his foot, slowly easing it over my mouth and nose. He didn't stop there and pressed down firmly and snickered. As he watched his foot do it's dirty work he laughed sadistically and said, "It's a dirty job but someone's got to do it!"

The damp sock housing the meaty foot was downright wet!
I moaned at the indignity and everyone chuckled. I tried to hold my breath but it was a lost cause. When the jock saw that I wasn't breathing yet he just crossed his arms to wait me out. As I gave in and breathed I went lightheaded. I was smelling pure sweat in these socks!

I realized that here was a dedicated athlete who must play a lot of sports for his feet to sweat this much ! The jock watched my every move ... from trying not to breath to the statement on my face when I couldn't hold my breath any longer and took in my first sniff of his foot.

He grinned wickedly as I started to breath normally and my eyes widened with disgust, enjoying the fact that my entire air supply came from under his foot!

"Oh, I like this game!', he mused and wiggled his toes a bit in my face! I just lay there pinned under his wet foot watching his toes dance over my eyes. I had always fantasized about being in this situation but now laying squashed under a big, sweaty gym sock really made me think. Fantasy and reality were two very different things ! It's so different to actually have that foot
pressing down on your face, feeling the guy's body heat and smelling the stench from the sock material ! Feeling helpless and humiliated as you look up at the guy who's really enjoying stepping on you and seeing the domination in his eyes as he pulverizes you under his sock!

I could sense that there were still some guys itching to get there soles on my face so the game continued. Two new fellows had just arrived, a hot...looking guy still wearing his suit from work and Grant, the HUGE football
player that I had heard about last week.

He was blonde, built like a house and cute in a macho kind of way. When they both had a beer in hand they came over to the board to see what was happening. They looked down at me and snickered.

I must have looked pathetic staring up at them with a big foot stuck my face! The jocks foot covered my mouth and nose and the end of his toes came up to my eyes. Of course, that meant that my nose was embedded underneath his smelly toes.

As they looked at me with a mixture of mock and disgust I breathed in a new lungful of foot odor, I was actually getting used to the smell and I was starting not to mind it ! The jock towering over me arrogantly said," Say hi
to the two new players, Bill", then uncovered my face for a second.

What a relief it was to have his sole lifted off my face! I quickly took in a big breath of air and muttered an embarrassed "Hi" before the foot slammed down again on my face, flattening it like a pancake!

Guys laughed at the treatment and the football player commented, " You sick pig! You like it down there sniffing in all the odors from his feet, don't you?"

I could only look up at him with the smelly foot currently squashing my face down into the board not budging.

"Well, you're gonna get some more of that from me pig! I'm gonna love pushing your faggot face down into the floor boards with my feet! And just wait 'till you see how bad my feet smell...you'll wish you were anywhere but under these smelly fu@#ers!"

He grinned at me so sadistically when he made this comment that I started to feel scared ! I guess the jock didn't think I was showing enough respect to them all and began to grind his sweaty foot into my face.

As the sole twisted in my face I let out a groan which made the guy in the suit laugh and say,"That's right Jake, you give it to him good. Make the piece of shit know what its like to be walked on by us! SMELL OUR FEET, FAGGOT !!!", he yelled.

"Actually...here, have a swig of my beer!"

With that said he stepped up onto the board and walked over to Jake. As he handed him the beer he placed his foot on top of Jake's causing the socked sole to press down on my face even harder!

I groaned again and the two guys pretended not to notice although they were both grinning. The sole of the dress shoe that he wore pressed down directly over my eyes. I felt the cold sole on my forehead and thought, Oh my God, I'm actually being stepped on by these two guys!

When Jake had taken a few swigs of beer I heard Pete announce, "Let's all get more beer and start up again in a couple of minutes."

The shoe and then the sock were lifted from my face and I realized that my nose was stinging.

The two looked down at me and grinned.

"Let's grab a brew.", the business guy said to the football player and much to my horror they both decided to walk across the board to the kitchen! I had no time to prepare as the sole of the dress shoe walked on my face as if it wasn't even there ( but I saw the wearer make sure the part under the ball of his foot flattened my nose !).

The weight of having him step on my face was substantial and I grunted ( like a pig ! ) as I felt the cold shoe sole push my face into the floor ! As the heel came up when he pushed off with my face, I saw the next sole that was about to flatten my face. I quickly saw the face of the football player smirking down at me then felt the rugged sole of his football cleat as it flattened me ! The cleat's sole (with mud still caked in the crevices) mangled my poor face!

I pictured the big, strong foot inside the cleat pressing down on the sole to pulverize my face into the floor boards ! I imagined all the well - developed
muscles in his legs pushing down hard trying to squash me down as much as possible! All this went through my mind as I ate his shoe sole!

As the massive tread lifted from my face there was a tear in my eye from the pressure of getting stepped on like that. I didn't even get a second look from the football player... I really WAS something just to walk on !The room cleared and I was forgotten about for a few minutes...

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