Servicing Matt's Army Feet
by Anonymous

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The day Matt told me he was joining the army was the best and worst day of my life, the best being I had a thing for army lads and I already had a crazy liking to my friend bad enough already and this news just set it off even worse. The bad though being that I'd probably not be able to see him for a few months, until he was able to come back home on leave.

Matt was your average alpha male who you knew just belonged in the army, dominant, good looking guy, shaved blonde hair, blue eyes, buffed chest and of course big size 13 feet which you could smell all the time when he took his shoes off.

One time when he slept over at my house for a week when his parents went away, he told me he forgot to bring spare socks, I asked if he wanted to borrow a pair of mine and he replied saying that he didn't want to bother and that he'd just wear the ones he had. By the end of the week you could smell his feet straight away once he entered the room. We shared my room for the week and the only thing you could smell was the stink of his feet, the smell was rank. Every time he would come into my room, kick off his shoes and say "Sorry bout the smell man haha." Secretly I think he used to like filling my room with his man stink and got off on it, I never complained.

When Matt left to go to the army I was devastated, not only because he was leaving but because I would miss his stink. Though the day came and we said our goodbyes and I tried to get back to my normal routine without him, working my boring job at the catering store, it wasn't much but it earnt the cash.

Six months past and I received a phone call.

"Hey man, it’s Matt"

I was in shock as I hadn't heard his voice in six months; I must have been too shaken to say anything for the first few seconds because he replied with, "Heeello, anyone there?”

"Y...Yeah, I'm here." Was all I could mutter out.

"Hey man, I'm gonna be coming home for the weekend, don't tell my parents though coz I wanna hang out with ya, and if I tell them they'd probably make me stay at home with them all day."

"...Ok." Still in shock from hearing his voice I didn't know what to say.

"Is it alright if I chill at your house for the weekend though, your parents won't mind yeh?"

"Ye...Yeah man, sure no worries."

"Alright cool, I'll be in town late this arvo, cya then buddy. We got alota catchin up to do! haha"

"..B..Bye Matt, cya tonight." What did he mean by that?

My mind was racing and my stomach had butterflies, I was so excited I wanted to throw up. Not only was Matt coming back home tonight but he was going to be staying at my house, in my room for the whole weekend. It was so hard to focus the rest of the afternoon at work, I kept looking at my watch every 5 minutes to see when the day would end, it felt like forever.

Eventually as soon as my watch hit 4:59pm I grabbed my stuff and raced home, I don’t think I had ever gotten home that quick before, my heart was still pounding and I started to clean my room to make sure it was all set out neatly for when Matt came over.

I mustn’t of realised the time because that second the doorbell rang. I checked my watch and thought "Shit, it’s 7PM!" I raced down the stairs tripping over nearly every step to get to the front door.

I opened the door.

There he was, standing there in his full green camo outfit, one bag over his shoulder, the other on the ground and best of all wearing his dirty brown army boots. It was the middle of summer so it was hot out, you could see the sweat dripping from his crew cut down to his neck. I was in awe.

"…Are you gonna let me in or you just gonna stand there staring at me? Haha! Good to see ya buddy!" Matt mustered giving a devilish grin.

I didn't realise I must of been staring at him for what felt like days, though I don't think he thought anything strange because I hadn’t seen him for over 6 months, a little stare wasn't out of the ordinary.

"S..Sorry, yeh man it’s good to see you too, come in!" I grabbed one of his bags and helped him lug it up to my room.

As soon as we dumped the bags in my room we sat down, Matt on my bed, me on my desk chair. Matt talked for what seemed like hours telling me all about his army training and all the funny things that happened to him and his platoon. I listened on his every word not missing a beat. "You got any drinks man? I feel like I’ve been talking for hours."

"Yeah sure, I'll go grab us some." I felt more relaxed and comfortable now; I went down stairs and grabbed 2 beers out of the fridge and raced back up stairs. I opened them and handed one over to Matt.

"Cheers" he said.

"Cheers man, good to have you back"

He leaned back on my bed, it was 9pm.

"You look tired man, why don't you catch some sleep; we can catch up more in the morn." I insisted.

"Sleep? You crazy man!? You haven’t seen me for 6 months and you want to sleep!.

"Oh, I just thought..."

He interrupted, "Lets watch a movie, how bout a good action flick!”

"Sure, I'll put one on". I put my beer down and chucked any random movie in the DVD player.

Matt turned and laid back on my bed, with his arms behind his back, plomping his dirty army boots on my bed which started to turn me on a bit. "Yeah man this is the life" he sighed out, "You kinda miss this stuff when you’re in training day in and day out".

The movie was playing, though I wasn't paying much attention, my gaze was set on to his army boots. I was wondering what was inside, if he had dirty socks and if they smelt. I started to get really excited and turned on. As soon as I had that thought Matt asked, "Hey man, could you be a bud and take my boots off, I can't be bothered moving, and my feet are hurting."

I was stunned, even though I would of jumped at the idea, I didn’t want to make it too obvious. "Uhh..why can’t you?"

"Come on man, this week was our hardest week! Before they would let us go home for the weekend they made us do a 30km march with all our kit on. My feet are killing me man!...just do it for me." He turned towards me and gave me a smile that was too hard to say no to.

"..Fine" I said trying to sound annoyed.

I had fantasised all my life about this guy and here he was asking me to take off his boots. I walked over to the end of my bed and sat, immediately he plomped his size 13 boots on my lap. I flinched from the weight as they fell on my dick. Matt just laughed, which wasn't helping with my already strong excitement. I started to unlace his boots and loosen them a bit. Immediately the smell hit my nose, the raunch of his feet must have been trapped in there for some time. I took off both his boots and dumped them on the floor; I was hit by a strong stench from his thick green army socks and instinctively pulled away a bit.

"Haha Aaaahhh, yeeeah man that feels so much better! They don't give us much time in the morning to get changed so I just sleep with my boots on, never had the chance to change my socks this week, they probably reek ay man!"

The smell was overpowering and really started to get me horny, but I didn’t want to make it too obvious. "Yeah man they stink, get them away from me!" I pushed them off my lap.

"Hahaha you know in the army we each got given a nickname, they dubbed me 'Stinkfoot' from the first week I was there, I've tried to live up to that name as much as I could"

"Yeah I could imagine, they could train you to use these for chemical warfare!"

"Oh don't you worry, I use to get my way around the camp, free cigarettes, beer, you name it anything I wanted or asked for was mine. If people didn't listen to me I use to stick my sweaty feet in their face until they gave in, they usually lasted about 2 seconds before they gave in, hahaha!"

"That's sick man!" Though secretly I wished I was in those guy’s position, he ignored me and started talking. "You know what would be sweet right about now, a good fucken foot massage, I tried to get one when we went into town one weekend back at the barracks but they refused telling me that my feet stank too much, nuts to them!" Every word he said just kept adding to my arousal. "Hey man, could you do me a big favor?" he asked with the cheekiest smirk on his face.

"...Depends" I didn’t know where this was going.

"Could you give my feet a quick rub man? They’re killing me!"

At that very moment I could have creamed my pants, but tried to hide the fact that I was so turned on by the idea I had to act like I was disgusted. "Eeew man, no way, your feet fucken reek!"

"Ah come on man, just a quick rub, 5 minutes I swear!" he pleaded with his almost fake adorable puppy dog eyes.

"Hmmm... I dunno man, what do I get out of it?" I questioned trying to hide my excitement, though in reality, me touching his feet was in my favor tenfold and was more than enough, but I tried to play it as cool as I possibly could.

"How bout you rub my aching feet for 5 minutes and I'll treat you to a pint tomorrow night! Sound good?"

"Well I can't say no to a free beer, even if it means dealing with your rank feet for 5 minutes!"

"Hahaha I knew you couldn't resist!" He smiled and slid his feet back up onto my lap. The smell was even more overpowering now and my nose cringed at how close I was to his feet. The look on my face must have alerted him, "Come on man, 5 minutes don't start till you place a finger on my feet. Get to it!" He sounded a bit more demanding and cocky, but I loved it!

I slowly started to rub his socked foot. His socks were wet, like he'd been in the shower, but I knew for a fact that that wasn't water; that was over a week old worth of sweat drenched in those socks. "Yeeeah man, that feels damn awesome already but do it a little harder would ya, and pick up the pace, you gotta earn your free beer!" His voice started to be a little cockier as he laid back and closed his eyes with his hands behind his head. I started to pick up the rhythm and kneaded his feet the best I could to make him happy, only about one minute had passed and my hands were already covered in week old sweat which stained them with the smell of his stink. I enjoyed every minute of rubbing his feet, but the raunchy smell of his feet was a little too strong for my liking and I was starting to feel a little woozy and sick. When 5 minutes was up I pushed his feet off my lap, "There you go man a 5 minute rub, now you owe me a pint!"

He didn’t move, just opened his eyes. "Come on man that felt so fuken awesome, give me another 5 minutes and I'll buy you 3 pints! Come on!"

"No way man your feet are fucken filthy, I'm starting to feel sick just sitting here!" I protested, but he just stared at me, his face now not so charming. "...No!?" was all he asked.

"Yeah man, I did your 5 minutes, now let’s go to sleep I'm tired!"

"Tired!? I don't think so! You’re not going to sleep until you give me another foot rub!" His face was stone cold, he was serious.

"Whatever man! I'm going to b..." Was all I could blurt out when a massive thud hit my face...it was his foot. The kick knocked me backwards onto the bed and the pain was excruciating. "DON'T YOU DARE DISOBEY MY ORDERS!” He shouted. I tried to look up at his face.

The face of my friend was no longer there...in its place a dominant army soldier. I felt my nose, and it felt like it was broken. "That’s what you get for disrespecting me man! You asked for that kick!"

"...w...What do you mean, you asked for a 5 minute foot rub and I gave you one, how did I disrespect you?" I questioned, though knowing in the back of my head I probably shouldn’t have. *WHAM* I felt another thud, this time on my stomach, it was so fierce it knocked the wind out of me, I couldn’t breathe, and I was gasping for air. Matt just blew up in hysterics. "Hahaha you fucken pussy, one kick and your struggling to breathe! Now if you don't want another, get down on the floor and start rubbing my fucken feet!" I crawled with all my might off the bed and onto the floor falling face first, my already hurt nose colliding with the floor. "Hurry up BITCH! Get to it!" Matt demanded.

I crawled to his feet, "Hahaha you look pathetic man, like a fucken dog!" he laughed.

I started to rub his socked feet, which were still drenched in sweat and for some reason smelt more rank than before, probably from all the physical action to my face and ribs. "Hahaha yeah man, right where you belong! Down there rubbing my fucken stinking ass size 13 feet!" I massaged as hard and fast as I could, not wanting another damaging kick to my body.

"P...Please Matt, your feet stink, please let me stop rubbing." I said in the most whimpering voice I had ever heard myself talk in my life.

"Hahaha you don't want to rub my feet anymore? Ok that’s fair." he said in what seemed like a friendly manner.

"Uh t...thanks man." I sighed out in relief, thinking the torture was over. As soon as I did I could see two massive green shadows planted on my face. "Hahahaha you don’t have to rub em bitch? How bout you give em a lil sniff, hahaha!" Matt started rubbing his sweaty army socks all over my face, the smell was much stronger and vile then before and he placed his feet so that the bottoms of his toes were directly under my nose.

"Like the smell of week old sweat don’t ya bitch!? Hahaha!"

I tried to get free but he was too powerful, and all I could do was breathe in the horrible stench of his army socks. "Look at you. Pathetic, crawling down there under my feet! I can't believe I use to consider you a friend, you fucken faggot I bet your enjoying this shit! Yeah don't worry I know your lil secret; I've known it ever since we were younger! You were always gawking over me I just could never understand why until I realised that you were a fukn fag! From now on you're no friend of mine, you're my fucken bitch and you'll service my sweaty stinking feet 24/7! Hahaha, bet that turns you on ay!"

He had to be kidding, 5 minutes ago this guy was my best friend and now here I was planted under his sweaty socks trying to break free, what had happened?!

"Bitch take my socks off, I think you needa start servicing my feet a lil more up close!"

I didn't want to co-operate, but for some strange reason I did.

I started to peel off his socks; they were so hard to pull off. The amount of sweat in them made them hard and crusty making it almost impossible to remove. Eventually they came off and I was hit by an even more powerful raunchy smell that smelt similar to salt and vinegar, could his feet smell even more than before? I thought it was impossible but this was not the case. Immediately he planted his toes under my nose.

"HAHAHA YEAH BITCH, YOU THOUGHT MY FEET SMELT BAD BEFORE WITH MY SOCKS ON, TAKE A WHIFF OF THESE BAD BOYS NOW! HAHAHAHA!"

It was vile and disgusting but for some reason I couldn't get enough of it, his feet were so dirty and rank they almost looked a shade of yellow. He rubbed his feet over my whole exposed face trying to fill every part of it with his sweat.

"Man, I can't go out tomorrow with feet like this, I think I finally need to give em a wash!" he calmly said in a joking manner, I agreed "Y...yeah man, no worries" I replied "I'll go get a towel and some water"

"Ha! Whatever the fuck for? We got plenty of water right here!" He pointed at my mouth "Open wide bitch! Let me see that tongue of yours!" I didn't want to disobey, fearing of another kick to the face. I opened my mouth and immediately he raced, trying to get as much of his feet in to my mouth as he could at one time. His feet tasted horrible, I started to gag and felt like throwing up. He just laughed in hysterics.

"HAHAHAHA BITCH CLEAN MY FUCKEN FEET!"

"DON'T FORGET TO GET ALL IN BETWEEN MY TOES MAN, THAT’S WHERE THE GOOD SHITS AT HAHAHAHA! FUCKEN STICKY RANK TOE JAM MAN. EAT IT ALL OUT YOU FUCKEN PUSSY! HAHHAHA"

I felt like crying, I couldn’t take anymore but for some strange reason I was still sporting a hard on, which astounded me. Here I was being treated worse than an animal having to clean the week old toe jam from in between Matt’s toes and my dick still felt the need to cream. What was wrong with me!?

I faintly looked up at Matt from in between his toes and saw something I didn’t think I'd ever see. Over all the commotion I didn't realise Matt had been stroking his cock this whole time, it was an eye sore his dick had to be about 8 inches long and 2 inches thick, It was the biggest I had ever seen. "WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT BITCH!?" I didn't realise I must of been staring up at Matt's cock for too long and not paying attention to his feet. "YOU STARING AT MY COCK HUH?, WHAT THE HELL AY MIGHT ASWELL PUT YOUR MOUTH TO GOOD USE, GET THE FUCK UP HERE!" he screamed, taking his stinking feet away from my face felt like a relief, how wrong I was. As soon as I moved towards his crotch, I could smell a vile stink of sweaty balls and old cum; I tried to pull away but was caught. He had grabbed my hair and was pulling with all his might. I thought he'd rip my hair out for sure. "I DON'T THINK SO MAN, GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE!" With that he pulled my face onto his fat cock. The taste was almost as worse as the taste of his feet. He pumped my face over his cock for what felt like an hour of pain, I kept gagging and I started crying. This just made Matt laugh and gave me an expression of, "Do you think I give a shit!?"

I just wanted it to end, I was awaiting him to cum but it never came, instead he lifted me off his dick scooted back a bit on the bed and spread his legs. I knew what was coming, and I didn't like the thought of it. He grabbed my head and shoved it into his ass crack. "YEAH YOU PIECE OF SHIT, RIGHT WHERE YOU BELONG HAHAHA! SMELL MY RANK HOLE BITCH!" To think that I had smelt the worst of the worst with his feet and cock was an understatement, those smells I didn't enjoy but I could handle them. This stink on the other hand I had never could have imagined. It was so fowl it smelt like he hadn't ever wiped his ass after chucking a shit, how right I was. "Hahaha, remember how I told you they don't give us much time in the morning to get ready, well same with toilet breaks. Why waste my time cleaning my ass crack when I can get bitches like you to do the work for me! GET TO IT BITCH, LICK MY FUCKEN CRACK CLEAN!!" He pushed my head as deep as he could into his ass, I didn't want to disobey but I just couldn’t bring myself to lick the shit out of another person’s ass. "FUCKEN STICK OUT YOUR TONGUE BITCH OR YOU'LL BE FUCKEN SORRY!" he screamed, and I knew he wasn't messing around, I probably would be sorry, I didn't want to take any chances, so I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and tasted the most disgusting taste I had ever in my entire life. "YEEEEEAH BITCH HAHAHA I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR FUCKEN LICKING MONTH OLD SWEAT MIXED WITH SHIT, FUCKEN PIG! LICK IT CLEAN!!" I licked and licked until my tongue was sore, I was so embarrassed and humiliated I wanted to die.

After I had licked for over an hour, Matt grabbed my head and shoved it to the ground, I thought it was over.

He grabbed his army socks and shoved them in my mouth. "Suck the sweat clean outta my socks bitch! I want to be able to wear them tomorrow! That should keep you busy while I prepare your last treat!"

Treat? What did he mean by that? The taste of his socks were like heaven after being in his ass for over an hour, I sucked every last drop of sweat out of his socks, somehow I started to enjoy it.

He pulled his feet up and under his cock, and he started pumping as fast as he could, keeping constant eye contact with me as he did. "Yeah bitch, suck that fuckn sweat, eat that crust!" He pumped faster and faster, he started to moan louder and louder, the whole bedroom started to shake and I thought he'd tear down the whole house. ""AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH FUCK YEAH BITCH!!!! YEEEEEAH!" With a final moan he exploded all over his feet, covering every inch with loads and loads of army boy cum. Again I thought it was over.

He grabbed the socks out of my mouth and placed his cum smothered feet on my face, instantly rubbing them all over trying to pry open my mouth. "Open wide bitch! Time for dessert!!" The cum ran into my eyes and I couldn’t see, this distraction was enough for him to pry open my lips with his sweaty cum toes and instantly all I could taste was sweat and cum. "HAHAHA stay down there like a good pussy and clean up, yeeeeah there’s a good bitch!!" I did as I was told and started to suck every inch of cum, sweat and remaining toe jam from his still stinking feet.

He was silent.

I peered up above and noticed he had fallen asleep. This was my chance to escape. I got up...I stared at Matt. I could have done anything to him at this moment, he was defenseless.

I stared at his face for what felt like forever. As much as I hated him right now, I couldn’t do anything to him, I wanted to deck him but I couldn’t. He was still my friend and I could never hurt him, no matter what he did to me.

Through all that humiliation I realised something...I enjoyed being underneath him, I enjoyed servicing him on his every command. I was his friend and I wanted to do anything to make him happy, no matter what it was.

I lay back down on the floor and finished off licking his feet, making them clean just like he had asked.

I fell asleep with his big toe in my mouth, knowing that this is where I belonged now...servicing Matt's army feet.