For Kicks
by Kyle

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I could not help but stare at his beautiful feet the entire class. They were perfect much like the man that walked on them. Luke was my next door neighbor and a big time stud and I could not believe it when I saw he was going to be the instructor for my self-defense course.
Luke was demonstrating some basic take-down moves when I was suddenly called up to the front of the class to help with one of Luke's demonstrations. I was told to attack from the side and I did just that. Luke took me down and to my surprise slammed that beautiful foot down on my chest. Their I lay on the mat with Luke's foot pinning me. He continued to talk and the foot gradually crept closer and closer up my chest. I thought he was teasing me the way he would let up a little and then bring it back down. It was not long before Luke's toes were beneath my chin. Then the unthinkable happened. Luke planted his dirty sole right on my face. He must have stood their for a good five minutes talking to the class why I breathed in his foot odor. Finally he dismissed the class and pulled his foot off my face. I was expecting an apology but he did not say a word. The class also walked out as if nothing happened. I thought I should say something but decided to let it slide.
Next week before class Luke asked to speak to me afterwards. I thought maybe he would finally apologize for resting his stinky foot on my face in front of the whole class. After he dismissed the rest of the students we spoke inside his office at the gym.
" I am glad we finally have a chance to talk. I know that the gym offers these classes for free to all of the members but I have to be quite honest with you, you are not cutting it." Luke said
"What do you mean?" I asked
" Well first of all you seemed to be spaced out during class. You seemed to be somewhere completely different. I noticed you staring down at the floor. You were obviously captivated by something. Then I put it together you were staring at my feet. I have to admit you really had your eyes on them. I was not sure but then I designed a little test. Yesterday in class I intentionally placed my foot right on top of your face to see what you would do. Just like I suspected you did not do anything. How are you suppose to call yourself a student in a self-defense course when you just let the instructor rest his stinky foot on top of your face?" Luke asked.
"I don't know what your talking about."
"Don't lie! it's so transparent. You have an inferior opinion of yourself, why else would you look at someone's feet the way that you do. I have to admit feeling your face under my sole certainly made me feel superior. I guess deep down I have always wanted a face footmat." Luke said with a little smile.
"I can't believe this!" I said
" Believe it! If you show up at any of the future classes in this course I will embarrass you in front of the whole class. Of course you might enjoy it."
I still could not believe what I was hearing. I also kept wondering what he meant by "embarrass me in front of the class" and that I "might enjoy it". I decided against my better judgement to attend next week's class.
I was pretty anxious when Luke walked in to class next week. He just smiled. It appeared that he had just come from a work-out. He told us all that he had no time to take a shower between his workout and class. It was then that he told the class that he had a special treat prepared for us. "As you can see by the mats on the floor we are going to have a simulation of an ass-kicking. You see one of your fellow pupils has gotten very full of himself and had the nerve to challenge me to a fight."
Luke then cast his stony gaze upon me. "Well Kyle we don't have all day. Get up here and lets get this over with. Believe me I will humiliate you. In fact you will never want to come back to this class or this gym." Luke said arrogantly. He began unlacing his beat up sneakers. He noticed that this grabbed my attention. When he pulled them he off revealed two sweaty looking bare feet. "All right its time for your ass kicking.". It did not take long before Luke was kicking the shit out of me. I could not believe I was going through with this. I was certainly not enjoying it, at least not yet. I could smell Luke's feet as they applied vicious kicks to my abdomen and even my face.
Finally I collapsed on the mat. I was no match for him. He just hovered over me. "Guess how the loser must surrender to the winner if he wants to give up class? He must lick the bottom of his foot. I think this chump is ready to give my foot a tongue bath, what do you think?" The class roared with cheers and laughter at my predicament. Before I had a chance to think Luke slammed his sweaty smelly foot down on my face. I saw him smiling down evilly as I struggled underneath his powerful ped. He was definitely enjoying this, and now that my beating had stopped I was beginning to relax and enjoy the perfume of his feet.
"Well come on I don't have all day. Give my foot a couple of good licks and then crawl off with your tail between your legs you coward." The class was chanting "Luke...Luke...Luke" as I gave a big lick to the bottom of his foot. I kept on licking for what seemed like forever. Then Luke stopped. "Well I guess you have learned your lesson but that still does not excuse what you said about your classmates. I think your exact words were I could kick the asses of all of them. How about you prove it now. Same rules as the fight we just had. The loser licks the winners feet."
Luke kept making my situation worse by putting words into my mouth. Worse than that the students in the class were not at all in need of a self-defense course. They were all gym rats who hung out at the place and probably took the course to entertain themselves. There were fifteen more fights that day. I did not win a single one of them. I was licking feet, socks, shoes and it was harsh on my tongue. The jocks loved rubbing their stinky feet in my face after I had begged for them to stop their punishment.
"All right fellas enough, I think Kyle has learned his lesson Except how do we make sure he does not disrespect us in the future?" Their were a lot of suggestions, but it was decided that I would become the class? Footslave. That was the actual word they used. For the final three weeks of the course I had fifteen pairs of hunky jock feet to take care of. It seemed like I was constantly lending my face so one of them could massage their feet during class or maybe giving a tongue bath. I even was in charge of washing their socks, and keeping their gym shoes looking nice.
It was wonderful and left me with memories to last a lifetime.