Jamie and the Jocks
by Scott Corbett

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Jamie Fox was my best friend.

We went to the same school and lived in the same street. He was taller than me, with short brown hair and matching brown eyes. He was quite muscular and he was into wrestling and football, like any other boy. We would spend a lot of our time together, playing video games, watching football, playing football and sometimes wrestling on his bed. He would always end up in the winning position, sitting on my chest, his big size 11’s either side of my head, but he was surprisingly ticklish so I still took every opportunity to tickle him.

But one day, it all changed. I knew Jamie was moving house in the near future because his dad had got a new job, however, I didn’t know when. It was on a hot summers morning when I called for him that I found out. I knocked the door and Jamie answered, wearing only his boxers and looking very tired.

“Hey” I said, smiling. “You coming out to play football today?”

“Sorry. I can’t.” he said. “I only just found out, I’m moving house tonight. It’s all a bit of a rush and mum isn’t happy about it but, we’re going tonight.” he looked like he had been crying.

I was shocked. How was this possible? How had it come to this? So soon.

“That’s okay.” I said weakly.

“No, it’s not” he said, and he flung his arms round me. Jamie rarely hugged me, but when he did, he practically crushed me. I could feel his muscular chest against mine and his arms tightening. He suddenly released me and smiled.

“I’m really gonna miss you dude” he said

“Yeah, me too.” I replied, smiling back.

“I’ll keep in touch, I promise!” he said

“You better!” I laughed. I knew he probably he wouldn’t.

“I guess this is goodbye then.” his smile faded.

“Yeah, see you mate, take care.” and I began to walk away.

I turned my head slightly and I was sure I could see tears rolling down his cheeks as he shut the door. When I got home, I laid on my bed, still in shock. How could by best friend be moving away? Forever? What was I going to do? And before I could stop myself, I began to cry.

Two years had passed, and I was now 15. Jamie had never kept in touch, in fact, I hadn’t heard from him at all. However, this was going to change. I was up in my room, doing some last minute homework, when the phone rang. I thought nothing of it, it was never normally for me and I had given up hope of Jamie calling long ago.

“Matt!” my mum yelled up the stairs, “it’s Jamie on the phone for you”.

My heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be! I flung myself downstairs and grabbed the phone from my mum’s hand.

“Erm. Hello?” I said, expecting to hear the voice of one of my other friends.

“Hey! Matt!” it was Jamie all right!

“Jamie!” I yelled back, I couldn’t believe it.

“Listen, dude, sorry I haven’t been in touch, we’ve been so busy and. Well never mind that. I was wondering if you wanted to come to stay at my house next Saturday?” he said.

“That’d be awesome!” I said, smiling as I held the phone.

“Alright, can you get your mum or dad to drop you off at 3:00?” he replied.

“Sure”

“Ooh and I haven’t told you where my house is! Sorry!”

Jamie then told me where his new house was and we said goodbye. I was buzzing with excitement! I was going to Jamie’s house; it would be just like old times! The following week went very quickly, with the thought of Jamie in my mind. Saturday soon came and I was getting in the car.

We arrived quicker than I thought and I leaped out the car as soon as we did.

“I'll pick you up tomorrow at 5:00! My mum smiled and she drove away. There was Jamie’s new house, similar to his old one, but a bit bigger.

I knocked the door and waited, just as I had 2 years before. I half expected Jamie to appear in his boxers like last time too. He opened the door and beamed at me.

“Hey Matt!” he smiled and we shook hands.

“Hi, how’ve you been?” I replied.

“Great thanks, come on in!” he said and I entered the hall.

I took my shoes off and we went upstairs to his room. Just like his old one, the walls were covered in Manchester United football posters and WWE wrestling pictures.

“Wow!” I said am I walked in “nice room!”

“Yeah, thanks. It was yellow when we got here but I’ve had some changes done!”

We sat on his bed and chatted for at least 30 minutes about what we’d been up to since our last meeting until we finally stopped.

“So, you still into wrestling” he said

“You bet!” I replied.

“How about we have a quick match now?” he said smiling.

“Sure!” I said. I was getting excited at the thought. We hadn’t wrestled for so long. We both stripped to our boxers and began to wrestle on his bed. After 10 agonizing minutes, Jamie was sitting upright on my chest, his 2 big, bare, size 13 either side of my head and beaming down at me.

“I’m still better than you!” he taunted.

“You just got lucky” I replied, though I knew he was right. Unlike me, Jamie focused on winning and dominating; I focused on having fun, which I did a lot.

“Dude get off me now!” I said, struggling but to no avail, Jamie was stronger and heavier than me.

“Nah its kind of comfortable here” he jeered, still looking down at me.

“Jamie come on! You won already!” I said, my chest beginning to ache.

“Sorry, like I said, I’m very happy here!” he replied, still smiling. I turned my face to his left foot. It was soaked with sweat and smelled pretty bad. Jamie noticed this and moved them a lot closer. “My feet stink, don’t they!” he laughed.

“Yeah! Damn they do, so could you get off me now!” I said, trying to get free again but it was no use.

“Oh really?” he said, the menacing grin still on his face.

“Well how about I move them a little closer to you!” he said and he pressed both of his big feet against my face, covering my nose and mouth.

“Mmmh!” I said from beneath his feet, but he just laughed. After a minute he took his feet off my face and got off me.

“Oh, sorry” he looked embarrassed. I didn’t say anything, I simply stared at him. He understood my look and began to explain himself.

“Listen.. Dude. I have something to tell you.” he looked at me but I still said nothing and he carried on. “I … I have this thing for male feet. I’m not gay of course.” I interrupted him. “That’s awesome!!” I yelled, he looked surprised. “What?!” “Me too!!” and I hugged him. “Really??” he said, starting to get excited. I had only just realized it but now it made sense, how much I loved it when Jamie “accidentally” pushed his feet next to or in my face while wrestling or watching TV.

Before either of us could say another word, Jamie’s mother called us for dinner and we both quickly got dressed and went downstairs. After 2 helpings of lasagna and convincing Mrs. Fox that I was full up, Jamie and me went outside. We decided to go play some football at the nearby park, it was getting darker slowly but it was still hot, nonetheless. Jamie and me had already removed our shirts to reveal once more, Jamie’s rather muscular and tanned chest. When we got there, there was already a group of boys playing, all of whom were topless and wearing sneakers.

“Sup Jamie” said one of them as we reached the group.

“Hey guys, this is my friend Matt” he replied

They all greeted me and we organized ourselves into groups to play a match. After playing for a good hour, we finished and my team had won, though probably because Jamie was on it. He was by far the best, just like he was at wrestling. Everyone was sweating under the summer heat and most of the boys sat down and took of their sneakers, so that they were just wearing their shorts. I couldn’t help but stare as these jocks massaged their big, sweaty feet. One of them noticed me staring but before he could say anything, someone spoke. “Lets have some wrestling matches!” suggested one of the jocks and the rest cheered. I was paired off with the guy that noticed me staring at his feet, but he seemed to have forgotten.

He was taller, bigger built, and much more muscular than me and I knew I didn’t stand a chance as we began to wrestle. He took me down like a bowling pin and was putting me into holds so easily; anyone would have thought I was dead. After about 5 minutes, the Jock was in the winning position on my chest, only this time much heavier. He smirked at me and I could see what was going to happen. While everyone else was busy wrestling on the grass, he placed one of his big size 14’s on my face, just as Jamie had. “What are you doing?” I murmured from behind his sweaty foot, but he carried on smiling and whispered in my ear. “Don’t play games with me, I know you like it, I saw you staring earlier.”

I was in trouble, one of the jocks had realized my. Our secret, what would happen if he told anyone else?!

I tried to play cool, but it was no use. “ I don’t know what you’re on about!” I said.

“Don’t deny it or I'll tell everyone,” he threatened.

He quickly removed his foot and got off me, declaring to the rest that he had won. I could see that Jamie had beaten his opponent, despite that he was also bigger than Jamie.

We decided to go back to his house but as we said goodbye, the Jock, whom I now knew was named Ryan, pulled me aside and whispered in my ear again. “Tomorrow morning, go for a walk at 9:00 with your friend along the woods, be there or regret it. Don’t tell him.” and he quickly walked away to join the crowd. Jamie and me walked back to his house and got ready for bed, I hadn’t realized how late it was.

“Wow, that was fun, eh matt?” said Jamie as he squeezed toothpaste onto his brush.

“Yeah! Wrestling with the guys was a laugh” and I suddenly remembered what I had been told. I wasn’t to tell Jamie. What would happen if I did? What would happen if we didn’t go? I tried to forget.

“It was awesome!” he replied.

After we had both brushed our teeth, we stripped to our boxers once more and climbed into our beds. I was sleeping on a camp bed by Jamie’s feet, how convenient, I thought.

“Night” I said as I got comfy,

“Night buddy” he replied and we fell asleep.

With Jamie’s feet “accidentally” falling off the edge next to my face and the thought of the next day to come, I got hardly any sleep. The next morning, after breakfast, I suggested a walk in the forest near the park; Jamie thought it was a great idea.

“Sure, sounds okay to me” he said as he put his jacket on. We stepped into the warm summer breeze and he closed the door. I had told Jamie I wanted to talk to him in private to convince him to come, and now he wanted to know what.

“So dude, what did you wanna tell me?” he asked

“Ummm …” I couldn’t think of anything that didn’t sound stupid.

“Come on! You dragged me out here to tell me something important you said, what was it?” I could tell he was getting agitated.

I quickly remembered our love of feet.

“I wondered if you wanted to try. A foot worship sometime?” I hoped I didn’t sound too stupid.

“That would be great!” he said smiling, and we neared the small forest on the outskirts of the park.

We finally reached the entrance and 2 of the jocks came out smiling.

“Hey guys,” said Jamie cheerfully, unaware of the whole setup.

The Jocks laughed and grabbed us both, putting their big hands over our moves so we couldn’t scream.

“What are you doing?” panicked Jamie but he was answered.

There were at least 5 Jocks sitting on a big wooden bench.

“Hello Jamie” said Ryan, smirking.

“What do you want??” demanded Jamie.

“We know about your dirty secret.” he smiled and everyone laughed.

“What? But how?”

“He figured it out. He said I couldn’t tell you” I interrupted.

“But. Then. This is a setup! And you knew matt!” Jamie looked upset

“Sorry mate, I couldn’t tell you, he threatened me. I don’t want to be here either.”

“Save the bullshit!” yelled Ryan and everyone looked at him, standing tall above the rest, shirtless as usual, showing off his big muscular chest.

“Get ‘me tied up” he told the others, and 2 of the Jocks laid us on the bench and tied us to it with rope.

Once we were securely restrained on the bench, Ryan turned to us.

“I hear you like feet. I hope you like smelly ones. I mean smelly. Dripping with sweat and stinking like fucking moldy cheese man! Cause you’re going to be sniffing, licking and worshipping our big sweaty feet for a very, long time.

“What?” screamed Jamie

“Away come on! I know you just cant wait you little faggots!”

“Gag them” Ryan ordered and 2 jocks removed some gym socks from a bag and stuffed them into Jamie’s mouths, sealing them with tape and mine.

“mmmh!” mumbled Jamie from behind his gag but Ryan laughed.

“Those taste good? Hope so.”

Ryan sat down next to me and began to unlace his shoes. He pulled one foot out and revealed a should have been white sock, but was so sweaty, it was almost yellow. He removed his other shoe, and grinned at me.

“I wore these socks yesterday, when it was hot, remember? We played a lot of football. Lets see how you like feet now!” He immediately slammed one of his big sweaty feet onto my face.

With my mouth taped over, I had no choice but to inhale the smell of his foot.

“mmmh!” I protested. Ryan laughed.

It’s true, I did like feet, but when they were this sweaty and dirty, it made me feel sick.

“Ya like that, Matt?” Ryan teased. He rubbed his foot around my whole face, and then placed it back on my nose.

“mmmh” I screamed again, from behind my gag. I began to feel dizzy; all I could taste and smell was Ryan’s sweaty socks.

After Ryan had finished amusing himself, by forcing me to smell his revolting feet, he removed it from my face and turned to Jamie.

“Your turn now mate” He chuckled nastily. Jamie screamed and struggled as Ryan came next to him, but it was no use, he was going to have to suffer like I did.

As soon as Ryan’s foot made contact with Jamie’s nose, I could tell he felt sick, just as I had. He struggled more, but he was secured. He lay helplessly as Ryan forced him to sniff his sweaty socks, laughing and teasing him.

“Awww, you look like you’re enjoying that!” He taunted.

Jamie had given up struggling and retaliating now. Ryan finally took his foot of Jamie’s nose, and stood up again.

“Well, that was a good warm up, don’t you think guys?”

The other jocks cheered and laughed.

“Time to smell my bare feet lads!” Ryan jeered.

A few of the boys laughed in disgusted, and one piped up.

“Awww man, but your feet fucking reek!” he laughed.

“Yup, they do” Ryan looked at us, a boisterous grin still upon his face.

“Now, who wants to be first?”

Me and Jamie both looked at each other, our eyes showing just how scared and frustrated we were.

“mmmh” Jamie murmured from behind his gag. Taking this as a “me”, Ryan walked back over to him, sat down, and peeled off his socks.

“Oh man, you were right!” Ryan said, looking back at the jock. “They do stink bad!” He laughed again.

Jamie rolled his eyes helplessly, in disgust, as Ryan lifted up his big, sweaty size 13 feet and placed them on Jamie’s face. It was evident that his bare feet smelled a lot worse than when they were socked, as Jamie turned red.

“You’re gonna have to smell them some time dude, you can’t hold your breath forever!” Ryan said.

Jamie had always been good at holding his breath for long periods of time; he used to do a lot of swimming.

Getting frustrated, Ryan decided he was going to force Jamie to breath. He thought for a moment and then seemed to have an idea. His fingers jolted towards Jamie’s armpits and he began to tickle him. Jamie immediately burst into laughter and as Ryan had wanted, He breathed, inhaling the smell of his feet as he did so.

“hahaha! I knew I’d get you to breath” Ryan seemed proud of himself.

There was a look of defeat on Jamie’s face as he was forced to smell Ryan’s feet for 10 more minutes.

Ryan then took his feet off Jamie’s face, and took a sip from the can of beer next to him.

“Thirsty work this is, lads” he grinned.

It was now midday, the sun was beating down and everyone was topless. Jamie and me had been stripped to our boxers beforehand. I looked over to Jamie, and saw his muscular chest sweating from the heat, but also the torture we had been enduring.

“Right, your turn now then Matt”

I felt sick already. I didn’t think I could take another session of Ryan’s feet in my face. But once again he slammed his foot onto my face and held it there. It was no use for my to try and hold my breath, I was nowhere near as good as Jamie.

Sure enough, the smell was a lot worse than before. The sweat dripped off his feet and landed practically in my nose.

“Do they smell good?” Ryan laughed.

“Mmmh!” I tried to reply.

He laughed. “That’s what I thought.”

After 15 agonizing minutes, he took his feet off my face and stood up.

“I’m tired of forcing you to smell my stinking feet, I think it’s time you did it yourselves!” He declared.

Jamie and me looked at each other in confusion.

“You’re going to lick all our sweaty feet!” he laughed. The jocks cheered.

“mmmh!” me and Jamie both protested at the same time.

“No you’re not? Oh, I think you are. It’s either that, or we’ll Tickle Mr. Jamie here for hours, since we know how much he loves it!” Ryan grinned at Jamie.

Jamie looked at me. I knew that would be too much for him. “We’re gonna take your gags out now, if you make a noise, we’ll do what I just said we’ll do.”

Jamie and me nodded in agreement.

Two of the jocks walked over to us and peeled off the tape. We spat out the gym socks. I had not noticed before, but both Jamie and me had a big bulge underneath our boxers, despite how much we hated our torture.

“Good. Now, which one of you is gonna lick my feet first?” Ryan returned to his boisterous, teasing voice.

Jamie had gone first to smell Ryan’s bare feet, so I thought it was only fair that I put myself forward.

“I will” I sighed.

“Whoa whoa whoa! That kind of attitude won’t do!” Ryan scowled.

I looked at him.

“You’re fucking lucky to be able to lick my feet, faggot!”

“Oh yeah.” I said sarcastically.

“Right, get the tape guys”

“NO!” Jamie screamed.

“Alright, I’m sorry” I said weakly.

“Good, now tell me just how much you wanna lick my feet.

I looked at him in disgust.

Ryan indicated the tape again.

I would have to lick his feet. I couldn’t let them tickle torture Jamie.

“Please let me lick your feet,” I said politely.

“Please let me lick your feet.” he replied menacingly.

“Please let me lick your feet sir”

“Good” He grinned. “Untie him,” He ordered one of the jocks. He came over to me and untied me, picked me up with his strong arms and nearly threw me onto the ground. I was at Ryan’s feet. I could tell he was loving it already, the dominance and power he had over me.

Ryan sat down and stuck his feet out. “Start licking then boy!” he ordered. I stared at his feet in disgust, still dripping in sweat. They smelled so bad; I couldn’t even imagine what they would taste like.

I looked over at Jamie again. He looked helplessly back. Jamie couldn’t stand being tickled, and if I didn’t lick Ryan’s feet, that’s what they would do to him for hours. Jamie was my best friend. I had to do this. For him.

“I’m waiting” Ryan said impatiently.

Without thinking, I began to lick Ryan’s left foot.

It tasted of sweat, so surprisingly. But I thought of Jamie, and continued to lick his foot. “Suck my toes, bitch”

I stuck his big toe in my mouth and sucked on it. I then moved my tongue in and out of his toes, licking up all the lint.

“Oh man, that feels good” Ryan moaned in pleasure. I carried on licking his foot, this time, rubbing the sole as I licked his toes.

“Oh yeah! Yeah that’s good! The other foot!”

I did the same with his other foot, licking and rubbing while I listened to Ryan moan more and more.

Once I had finished, he stood up.

“Fuck dude, that was awesome” he panted.

The other boys seem surprised.

He turned to them. “It feels so good, who wants a go next?”

Just about all of the, shouted “me!” and began taking their shoes and socks off.

Ryan untied Jamie too, and ordered us both to lick the sweaty feet of every jock that was there.

“Is it that bad?” Jamie whispered to me.

“You get used to it,” I whispered back.

For the next hour, Jamie and me bent at the feet of each cocky boy and serviced their feet until they were satisfied.

Finally we were done, and we both stood in front of Ryan, awaiting his response. “Well done boys, you’ve done good” He grinned. “I never knew having another guy licking and massaging my feet could feel so good”

Jamie and me smiled.

“So good that, I think you two are gonna have to be our slaves for a very long time!”

Our smiles faded.

“Unless…” He was thinking of something that could amuse him.

“Unless Matt, you tickle Jamie until he cries.” He smiled his nasty smile.

“Oh no! Please no!” Jamie pleaded.

“That’s your only option.” Ryan gloated.

“Never! You son of a.”

“And, we’ll tell everyone your secret.” Ryan threatened.

Jamie fell silent.

“What do you think?” I said to him.

He thought for a moment, and then remembered how sweaty and disgusting these boys’ feet were. And how smelling and licking them again and again would be torture. If everyone found out our secret. What would happen then? At the same time, being tickled would be terrible, as he was so painfully ticklish.

“Do it?” he said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. ”

“Right then! Tie him up lads” Ryan ordered.

Two of the boys picked Jamie up, laid him on the bench and secured him with rope so that he was spread-eagled and could not move.
With every inch of his tanned body exposed, he lay there helplessly. I stood next to him and looked into his eyes.

He nodded at me. “You have to do it, or everyone will know and we’ll be stuck servicing these jerks forever.”

He was right.

“And whatever I say, don’t stop until I cry”

“Okay” I whispered.

“Until he cries!” Ryan reminded me, laughing.

I began to tickle Jamie on his chest. He immediately burst into laughter and attempted to get free, but he was tied tight.

“hahaha! Oh god!” he screamed.

The sooner I got him to cry, the sooner it would be over, I thought. I moved onto his armpits.

“OH GOD! HAHAHA!”

I continued under his armpits for a while, he thrived and screamed, but no crying.

I tried his stomach; somewhere I knew he was very ticklish.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP!” he pleaded.

I was doing this for him. I had to carry on. He was already coming close to crying, but still not close enough.

I then remembered where he truly was ticklish. A place that was more painful than ticklish rather. His size 12 feet.

He saw me look at his feet.

“Oh fuck! Matt! No!”

I tickled his feet. He screamed loudly and struggled violently but I carried on. “AAAAH! PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHA!”

It was causing me pain as well, to have to torture my best friend like this. “PLEAAASEEE! HAHAHAHAHA!”

I didn’t stop. The surround Jocks and Ryan were all laughing at Jamie’s expense, and how much he was screaming.

“Keep going! Keep going!” they cheered.

I wanted to stop. But I knew I had to carry on, just for a little longer.

The final place that could. Would make him cry in pain and frustration. His balls. I quickly pulled down his boxers and began to lightly tickle his ball sack. He screamed louder than I had ever heard anyone scream. Ryan had to cover his mouth while I continued.

“MMMMMMHHHH!” he yelled from under Ryan’s hand. His dick was getting higher and higher in the air as I carried on to tickle his balls.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!” he yelled.

I carried on for only 10 seconds, and a tear ran down Jamie’s face. Then another. Then several.

I stopped.

“Hahahaha! That was hilarious” Ryan jeered.

All the jocks were still laughing and cheering.

Jamie was gasping for air.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered to him.

“You … had …no choice,” he panted.

I hadn’t noticed, but Jamie’s muscular chest was now covered in his cum. Ryan clearly had noticed.

“Right then. If you want to go, you need to lick that cum of Jamie’s chest”

The jocks laughed at this suggestion.

“Ok” I agreed. Anything to get away from here.

I looked at Jamie for permission. He nodded.

I quickly lapped up the sticky cum from Jamie’s Abs, as the jocks teased and taunted me.

“Haha, very good” Ryan smiled.

I looked at him in expectance.

“Oh, right. Yeah, you two can go now. Your secrets safe with us.”

I smiled. I helped untie Jamie and they gave us our clothes back. As we dressed, Ryan came over to me.

“Man, that was quite a day” he laughed. “I think we’re gonna have to do it again sometime in the future”

I sighed.

“What was that?” he said angrily.

“Yes sir, sounds great” I replied.

He laughed his nasty, cocky laugh and walked away.

Jamie and me practically ran out of the woods, in case they changed their mind. We reached Jamie’s house in minutes, and we sat on the doorstep.

“I’m sorry about everything,” I said quietly.

“Don’t worry about it mate, It wasn’t your fault. We made it, eh?” he smiled.

I smiled weakly.

“Man, after all that, I’m starved!” he said.

“Yeah me too”

“Lets go get lunch!” and we walked into his house.

I decided not to tell Jamie that Ryan planned for this to happen again one day. Maybe he was only joking. I certainly hope so. But sure enough, Jamie’s fantasies and mine had come true.

Neither of us would admit it, but underneath the smell of Ryan’s sweaty feet and painful tickling, we enjoyed every minute of it.