Punished By My Best Friend
by Size13FloridaDude

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Hank was pissed. I don't think I'd ever seen him so angry at me, and I deserved it. I really screwed up a lot of things for my roommate and treated him like crap and now it looked like our friendship might crumble -and I didn't want that.

"Hank, wait --I was drunk, ok? I didn't mean any of what I said!" I pleaded to him, hoping he'd calm down but his face was almost totally red. Hank was a tall, red-headed jock type, pretty damn big and could beat me up in a heartbeat if he wanted. He'd always been patient with me, though, given he's easily twice my size. No jock, I've always been a meek sorta little guy and he's always protected me. Now I was afraid he'd kick the crap out of me.

"I lost my job because of you!" He yelled it out pretty loud, right in my face -and I deserved it. I talked so much shit about him, right in front of his boss. I was an embarrassment.

"I didn't mean any of it. I was so stupid -so drunk. I didn't know what I was doing!" His face got really red and I couldn't offer any excuses anymore. "Its no excuse. I was dumb, and I treated you like shit, and I totally fucked everything up."

"Yes, you did!" He turned his back and folded his bulky arms, I could tell he was holding back a lot of aggression. I meekly went around him and faced him, looking up at him as he tried to look away.

"I've always respected you and valued your friendship and now I've gone and done this stupid shit. I know you never wanna talk to me anymore. I know you want me to move out. All I can do is beg your forgiveness. I'm so sorry... "

He didn't look at me, but I saw his expression soften ever so slightly.

"I swear to you I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything, Hank. I deserve any punishment you want to dish out. Go on." I squeezed my eyes shut and trembled. "Hit me."

I heard him take a deep breath and I was so afraid any second I'd have my jaw shattered.

But all that happened was he sighed out that breath loudly. I opened one eye.

"I'm not gonna hit you. Dude, what the fuck were you thinking?"

"I wasn't. I was trashed. I'm so so sorry. I mean it, I'll do anything."

"What hurt most of all was all that shit you said to me."

"I don't even remember half of it. You have to know how much I actually respect you. I -I don't know what I could've been thinking. I mean it, man. I'll do anything. I'll kiss your ass. I'll pay for everything around here -its my fault you have no job. Anything! Just don't --hate me."

He sighed again, a little annoyed still. "I don't hate you, ok? And I don't want you to move. You're my best friend. But I totally gotta teach you a lesson about this shit man."

"Ok, alright man. Damn I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, well you're gonna be."

"Aw please don't be hard on me. I'll do anything man. I really wanna make it up to you..."

He softened and smirked at me. "Yeah, yeah. Well you better be on your A number one best behavior, bud."

"I promise!"

"Alright fine. Well here's how its gonna go. Unbeknownst to you, I had another job lined up. A better one, which I start in 3 months -if you haven't screwed that up too. But I needed the job I got canned from last night to get through the next couple months. Now, you'll pay the rent and everything else I need until I start the new job."

"Yes! I will! I promise. Anything I-"

"And that's not all." He smirked again, and looked down at me with folded arms against his broad chest. "You're gonna spend these next couple months showing me just how much you respect me, and makin' up for the shit you said and did."

I was admittedly a bit worried. "Y-yes, sir. What do you want me to do?"

"Well, you DID tell me to kiss your ass last night. So, I guess you're gonna kiss mine. Literally."

I flushed and looked down. "Wow. Me and my big mouth."

"That's not all. I was so humiliated when you told everyone my room was a mess -which is isn't! And told em my feet smell, and I leave smelly socks around. And all that bullshit."

"I don't even remember that. I really said that?"

"Yeah, you did. So, you're gonna find out just what they really smell like. I'm gonna stick em in your face anytime I feel like it, any way I can think up, while I chill on your money for the next three months. Glad you saved up a bunch of money so you didn't have to work this summer. Cuz now I don't hafta either. You're gonna support us both for the summer and be my little foot bitch all day. You'll smell em real good, alright. And you're gonna kiss em too, and lick em."

I gulped. "Yes, sir. I'll do it, I swear. --don't hate me. I'm sorry." I must've really looked pitiful. He put one big arm around my head, my face in his admittedly smelly armpit and gave me a pretty hard noogie that got a yelp outta me.

"Yeah, I don't hate you or I'd have kicked your ass, ok? But I'm not gonna give in on this. It may not be an ass kickin, but you're gonna take this punishment. You humiliated me, now it's my turn. I ain't gonna be mean about it or nothin' -its just a bit of justice, ok?"

"Aw, yes, sir. I'll do it."

"Alright then. You'll be my footboy, kiss my ass ...bare. Whenever I say. And because, to me, that's all a bit light anyway, I think you'll have to take the ultimate in humiliation every so often."

I didn't know what he was getting at. He pulled out a chair and sat down, and beckoned me over. I started to suspect what it was, and couldn't believe he'd do it.
But he did. The instant I got close, he took me by the wrist and effortlessly tossed me over his lap. He's a real big guy, and I'm anything but. There was no way I could've stopped him.

"Please! Don't hurt me, I've never hurt anyone in my life!"

He pushed me a little farther over, till my head was down by his feet and my butt up in the air. He placed a strong hand on my back. "I ain't gonna spank you hard, but I'm sure gonna hurt your pride. Drunk or not, you're never gonna talk to me that way again. When this summer's over you're gonna respect me real good."

And with that, he began spanking me. It was so humiliating my face turned beet red and I could feel it get hot as it flushed. Him sitting there all confidently, me bent over staring at his black leather slides an inch from my face -it totally humbled me. But when the heavy handed swats started on my butt, I felt completely humiliated. And it wasn't just a spanking. He started lecturing me too.

SWAT SMACK SPANK
"I've never had a buddy of mine talk to me like that before, and I'm not gonna let it go by. I'm gonna enjoy this summer, and you're gonna pay for your behavior real good."

"Ow, ow! Yes! Ok!"

SLAP SMACK CRACK
"You're gonna smell my feet every day. You think they smell? Wait'll I come home from the gym, or after jogging. And when I think you've smelled em long enough, you're gonna kiss em. For hours."

"Ok! Ok! I will! Stop!"

He pulled me off his lap and onto my feet in a flash. I was taken aback by how strong he was.

"We've just begun." He undid my jeans and started to unzip the fly. I trembled a bit. "I'll stop when I'm done." He yanked down my pants in one quick motion and tossed me right back over his knee. I was so humiliated.

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK The swats started to sting, now that the only thing that stood between his hand and my ass was the thin white briefs I was wearing.

"Hell, yer gonna LICK my feet if I tell you to. I'm gonna use your back as my footrest. Your face, too, If I wanna. If I feel like it, I'm gonna sit on ya. Right on your face if I wanna. And you know me, I fart all the time." When he said that, I remembered saying words to that effect the night before. Man, I don't know why I talked all that embarrassing crap about my buddy, but I did have all this comin for it. I couldn't argue that. But this spanking was starting to hurt and I'd happily beg for him to stop, if it woulda helped.

SPANK SMACK SMACK SLAP

"Ow! Please! You're right, I said it. It was dumb. I think I was trying to tease you. I didn't know what I was doing! Please stop, it hurts!"

He really wasn't a bad guy. Actually, he was probably the best guy I've ever known. He really could've put me in the hospital, or just shit-canned our friendship. Instead, he was gonna make me do all this goofy stuff to make it up to him. I'd do any of it, he was being so good about it. Rather than treat me like a monster and ruin our friendship, he was gonna treat me like an obnoxious little brother, right down to the spanking. Even though my ass was starting to smart, I admired him for this. And was grateful. He even caved a bit on the pain. His swats lightened up, albeit they didn't stop.

"Alright, you wuss. I'll lighten up, but you're taking the whole spanking until I see your ass is good and tanned. And I intend to bare it before we're done." He continued swatting me as he let that sink in, pausing only a moment to adjust his legs for comfort. I watched his feet find more comfortable positioning as he used his hands to push me a little farther over his legs. He crossed his ankles and his leather sandals hung slightly off his feet. Then he continued the swatting. I was red faced with embarrassment.

His swats continued until I started to squirm, my butt was really starting to burn. That was when he stood me up and looked at me like I was a little kid. He chuckled a little as he yanked down my underwear and made me step out of them and my jeans. He even pulled off my shirt. He looked me square in the eye, sitting there like a superior.
"Sorry we hafta do this bud, but you know you have it comin. Bend over my knee."
I apologized as I bent myself across his legs, trying to go way far over like he seemed to want. Feeling the cool, air-conditioned air on my bared ass made me flush again. I couldn't believe this was happening.

He wasted no time, however, and like a stern daddy began spanking me again with rhythmic, firm swats on my upturned ass. He spanked me like that a long while, not spanking very hard, but they were sure adding up and no sign of an end in sight. My ass was starting to really burn and every spank seemed to bite my cheeks right where I sat. Every time he moved me, I thought he was done, but instead he found newer, more humiliating positions for me and continued the spanking.

He put me over one knee, my face totally on the floor and my bare feet kicking at the air as he effortlessly spanked my behind. He laid me across both knees, his legs spread, so one knee was right under my chest. He held me down with one hand on my back, and lit up my cheeks with the other. He made me sit on his lap and bent me forward, pulling my legs up and placing one on either side of him, as he shoved me way down and put his sandaled foot on top of my head. My ass face up over his crotch, he spanked me with two hands like a bongo Drum. He even said as much, "Gonna beat this ass like a drum," he said, and actually spanked out a beat. I couldn't decide which was worse, the playfulness of the spanking or the stinging it gave my butt. He wedged his other foot under my face at one point and sat back, making my back arch and my ass really stick out, and he spanked his tune even faster, singing a bit and making jokes. The foot in my face smelled. I couldn't help but take a whiff. they weren't rank or anything, he was a clean guy, but he was big, worked out hard, and was a man. His feet had a strong, masculine scent and just one whiff was enough to make my face even redder with embarrassment.

Eventually, he placed me back over his lap in traditional style and gave me a very fast ass slapping while he lectured me again. "Think we'll have respect problems again in the future?"

My ass was really gettin tanned. It didn't hurt that bad, not as much as my pride, but it totally smarted and burned. He let his swats really sting now and I kicked and bucked. His heavy hand held down my back with no effort at all, I was stuck taking this.

"No! Never again! I PROMISE!"

SWAT SPANK SLAP CRACK SMACK

"Better not bud. You're gonna do whatever I say for the entire summer, and you can bet your red ass I'm gonna spank you a few more times before this summer's over. This will be a summer you won't soon forget!"
"Yes! yes! Ok! Anything! please stop, I can't take any more! IM SO SORRY!"
The spanks suddenly stopped. I couldn't believe it. He must've made this spanking last an hour. Such a long time to spend being spanked over your buddy's knee, and it wouldn't be the last for me. He stood me up.
I was stark naked now, my ass red -just like my face. I looked down and a tear actually rolled down my cheek. Not from pain -but sheer humiliation. I was very sorry, I couldn't help it. I screwed over my best friend and I deserved that spanking.

"I deserved that. I promise to make it up to you all summer. I'm so sorry." I actually started to cry. The big lug actually hugged me and I cried.

"alright, alright. Enough of that. I told you, I don't hate you. Would I be making you smell my feet or spanking you if I hated you? I'd toss you out of the apartment and kick your ass up and down the street. I accept your apology, and I won't even be hard on you this summer. But we have an understanding and you have some making up to do for what you did. So even though I'm not gonna be hard on you, you better sniff up to my feet whenever I say, and do all the stuff I tell you."

I hugged him hard. "I will. I swear it. I'm gonna treat you like a king, I promise."
He chuckled. "Alright. C'mon, Think its time you spent an afternoon getting to know the feet you're gonna tend to for a long while." He patted me on the back as he stood up and led me by the wrist to his recliner and sat down. I couldn't help but notice he didn't have me get dressed again, but I didn't say a word.

"Alright." He placed both feet flat on the floor, only his toes visible in his black slides. "Lay on your belly and sniff my toes." He smirked down at me. I couldn't believe he was making me do this.

I laid down, my face over his two huge feet. "Aw man, they're huge. Never seem em this close."

"Yep, size 14. Now sniff across the toes." He looked down and watched as sighed and looked at his big toes. I had no choice. I emptied my lungs, closed my mouth, and took the longest whiff as I dragged my nostrils across all ten toes and back again, real slowly. They smelled vinegary and, well, footy. A bit like feta cheese and vinegar. My face flushed yet again as he chuckled out, "Again."

I took another extra long whiff as I smelled across all of his toes. When I finished, he sat back and crossed his legs. He waved the foot that was held aloft on the knee I'd just been spanked over. "Sniff em."

I sat up, sitting on the floor, his foot positioned right under my nose and as I smelled them, he wiggled his toes in those smelly old sandals and smiled at me. "Real whiffy?"

"Yeah, this is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry." He wiggled them again signaling me to keep up the sniffing.

"Well, this serves you right, man. I'll be honest, compared to an ass kicking, this is nothing. This is you getting off easy. So you can bet you're gonna spend an awful lotta time doin this stuff." He wiggled some more, and started flexing his foot repeatedly so his sandal slapped against the sole of his foot again and again pretty fast. The wind it created sent the smell to my nostrils that much faster and I just sat there and sniffed my best friend's feet. This totally sucked, and he was really enjoying it.

He must've made me sniff his toes for half an hour, crossing the other foot over his knee at one point so I had to sniff the other foot instead. He made every second count, and guided me through each moment of the toe sniffing. Finally, he placed them both back down on the floor.

"Alright, well I'm beat now after spanking the tar outta you and helping you get acquainted with my big feet. I'm gonna chill awhile."

I thought he was giving me a break. "Can I get dressed now?"

"Nope. I'm gonna kick back and watch some TV." He pulled the lever on the side of the recliner and popped up the footrest. he roughly set both his feet atop the built-in footrest and flexed his feet till his sandals flopped off and hit the floor. "You're gonna sit there and smell my feet. Now sit closer till your face is in em real good and just sit there. Keep your mouth closed or I'll tape it up."

I flushed and scooted forward until his feet were pressed into my face. I was so humiliated.

He just chuckled and said, "Good, now sit there and think about how you embarrassed me." And that was it. He didn't say another word, he just picked up the remote, put one hand behind his head and snuggled his butt into the chair, relaxing.

He had one foot crossed over the other, and he slowly rubbed one against the other, occasionally flicking a toe here or there. I'd seen him sit around barefoot plenty of times, he wasn't doing anything with his feet he didn't always do. Only difference was, now I was stuck with em right in my face. This close, they looked enormous, and with my nose pretty much jammed underneath his toes, I was really smellin em now. This was gonna be my view for 3 months. I couldn't believe it. And I had to sit there naked. I was thoroughly humiliated.

His big feet relaxed and flexed in my face. Past them, I watched him enjoy his TV shows, surfing channels from time to time. I felt like a little boy, being punished to stand in the corner. I had to just sit here, seeing him relax comfortably, while I sat on my spanked ass on the floor getting not to watch tv but his two big goofy feet stuck in my face... and I deserved every second of it. He really was letting me off easy, it could've been a whole lot worse, and I wasn't going to disappoint him again. I would sit here as long as he told me to without a complaint.

His feet really did smell. Again, not bad or anything, but there was no getting around the notion that I had two big bare feet in my face. I now knew the intimate smell of my best buddy's bare feet. He did work hard. And I made him lose his job. Well, I'd be smelling the smell of his hard working feet from now on.

He didn't lay into me or anything. He just relaxed content that I was stuck sitting there for hours. Eventually, he spoke, looking at m for the first time in hours and parting his feet to reveal my embarrassed face. He laughed a little, smiling.

"How's it smell down there?"

"Like feet." it was all I could say and he laughed.

"Ass still smartin?"

"Yes. can I please get off the floor?"

"Nope. That smartin' ass is a reminder you were a smartass" He jibed. "You still sorry and wanna make it up to me?"

I was totally honest. "More than ever."

I think he was a little surprised at my reply, but not that much. He knew I was a loyal friend who looked up to him, always had.

"Alright then, little buddy." Him calling me that made me feel a bit better. It was better than, 'bitch' or, 'asshole.' But his next order made me red faced again instantly. "Kiss my feet."

With that, he closed his feet again, and I had a face fulla feet.

"Yes, sir," I mumbled meekly and licked my lips. I puckered up and placed my lips against the ball of one giant foot and gave it a great big kiss. He arched his foot in enjoyment.

"Good, boy. keep it up." He nestled into the chair again.

He really rubbed his feet together now, enjoying every humiliating kiss. He waved and wiggled his toes, he arched and flexed his feet, he made sure the experience was as humbling as possible and as I kissed again and again I started to taste nothing but feet. He rubbed it in real good with every flex and wiggle, watching me humiliate myself at his feet. At one point, he told me to apologize and I did. Between each wet kiss I said, "I'm sorry." or "I apologize." and he looked down on me with stern eyebrows raised telling me, 'You'd better be." and "Kiss that big foot. Show it you're sorry, boy." And I did.

After what felt like an eternity of this, he just piled up his feet and went back to the TV, telling me, "Alright, keep it up. you're doin good." after telling me to stop the apologies. He relaxed his feet and just watched tv. I kissed his soles carefully. I kissed each toe one after the other until I got all ten in a row and then started them over again. I bent way down and kissed up to his great big heels, looking up at these towering feet. From down there, I saw his huge soles towering over me and I don't know if he knew I was lookin up or he was just absently watching tv, but he flexed those feet and slowly moved his toes and it somehow made it all the more humiliating. I kissed each and every inch of his feet over and over, making sure every single spot received scores and scores of kisses until both feet were moist and shiny. But it wasn't over yet.

"Ok man. take a break." Finally. I sat back a bit but he cautioned me to stay there on the floor. I still had an unobstructed view of two big feet, just not right in my face now, maybe an inch away. He parted his feet again and smirked at me. "Feelin like you're making it up?"

"Yes sir. I'm so humiliated. I can't even tell you how sorry I am."

"Think you can do this for 3 months?"

"I know I can. You deserve it ..and so do I. I really screwed up. I hurt my best friend. I will kiss your feet every day, bud. Please forgive me."

He bounced his feet. "I do. Like I said, this is gettin off easy in my book. I wouldn't let you off easy if I didn't give a shit. But you are gonna live up to this promise for the whole summer. I think it's a fitting punishment. Don't hate ME for making you do it till the very last day."

"I don't hate you at all for it. I'm grateful. Grateful you're letting me make it up to you...that you care enough to punish me like this instead of totally writing me off. I'll treat you like a king."

He closed his feet again. "Good. Now lick em up for me. Real good. Suck the toes too, my feet are tired."

I gulped. If my mouth didn't taste enough like smelly feet, they were about to. I wet up my tongue real good and placed it tentatively against one superior sole. I let it sit there a second and he flexed his toes. I took a breath.

A little saliva trickled down my tongue, with it stuck against his foot so long. I used it to lubricate the lick. I dragged my tongue slowly up that big foot from damn near his heel all the way slowly up the sole, across the flexing ball of his foot and right into those big giant toes. He wiggled them to help get my tongue in em real good and kinda grabbed at my tongue with his toes. I followed his lead and pushed my tongue into them and started to wash. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of comfort and wiggled his toes real good. He really liked this so I indulged him, washing his toes and working my tongue against them. He brought up his other foot closer to the first and I took that as my cue to not neglect it. I rewet my tongue and my mouth filled with foot flavor. That really humiliated me. I knew Id taste it more and more as I kept rewetting my tongue, but didn't have time to contemplate it. I just smashed my wet tongue against the underside of his toes on the other foot and began the toe washing. He wiggled and wriggled them against my tongue and enjoyed every second of the foot washing.

I focused on his soles some more, sliding my tongue across each one until they were real wet my tongue could swirl around more easily. I made sure to swirl and slide my tongue over and over real hard so it massaged his feet. I made both feet totally wet. He finally opened his eyes and crossed his ankles, saying, "That's a real good job you're doin bud. I know it's humiliating, and it's your punishment, but it's bringing me a lot of pleasure and comfort and I know it can't be easy for you to do. If it helps, I appreciate it and the hard work and humiliation you're enduring to make this all up to me. Good job." He relaxed and focused his attention on the tv again, crossing both hands behind his head.

I lapped and licked his bare feet, focused only on giving him even more pleasure. I sucked up and along the sides of each foot as well as the insoles. He only moved them apart occasionally when he felt I needed greater access to unlicked areas. Once or twice he crossed his ankles the opposite way, allowing me to lick even more parts I'd not paid attention to yet.

"Hey buddy?" He asked softly. I thought for sure he was gonna let me stop finally.

"Yes sir?" I asked meekly.

"Don't forget, you promised to suck my toes. I've always thought that would feel real good." And with that, he went back to the TV.

I turned red. This was gonna be a long, long summer. I sat up on my heels and my ass stung. It was impossible to forget the ass tanning he'd given me. I remembered being positioned this way and that as he slapped out a beat on my ass. Now I was about to suck his toes. I was so totally embarrassed.

Sitting up on my heels, my red ass stinging against my feet, I looked down at his gigantic feet and opened my mouth. He watched as I humiliated myself by closing my lips over the big toe of his left foot and started suckling it. It tasted real footy and I could detect the slight flavor of a little dirt under his toenail. The nail was hard against the roof of my mouth but I sucked away, determined to soften it and clean beneath it for my buddy. He watched bemusedly as I sucked and sucked, making sure to scrub it with my tongue inside my closed mouth. "Take your time with each one." He said and watched as I spent easily 15 minutes on just one toe. This was going to take awhile. However, when I finally let it out of my mouth, sucking it dry and it pop out with a smack sound, I saw the nail was totally clean now. Satisfied, I began sucking the next toe. I sucked it like a dick, my head bobbing up and down. He seemed very pleased with this, and wiggled his toes. His wet big toe rubbed against one cheek as the rest of his wiggled against the other and he smiled. It took over two hours to suck every toe carefully and when I was done he told me to, 'review' and I gave a one minute re-sucking to each toe in order a full three times.

"Toes seem done to me. Good job. Give my feet a general sucking and licking and you'll be done for the night." Eagerly, I sucked and licked his superior feet, grateful that the punishment session was about to end. What I hadn't realized was that he had meant the foot washing, not the night's session. After I sucked his heels and licked and sucked absolutely every single inch of each powerful foot, he ordered a 'break.'
He allowed me to go to the bathroom and prepare us both a meal while he showered up. Before he went into the shower, he scooped up my clothes and tossed them in the hamper. I was clearly supposed to cook and serve dinner naked. I did so, making us plates of burgers and fries with all the trimmings and set them at the table with ample sodas and condiments.

He sat down at the table in his robe, freshly showered and allowed me to go brush my teeth. He assured me I'd be tasting his feet for months, I didn't have to taste it through my dinner. I was grateful, after all, the entire time I cooked while he showered all I could tastes was my best friend's cheesy feet.

He let me sit beside him and we ate dinner. He talked about everything except the incident or my punishments. We just talked. It was nice and he occasionally patted me on the back. I'd do anything for this guy. When we were all done, he sat on the couch in his robe and put his clean, dry feet on the coffee table and read while I cleaned the table and the kitchen. He didn't even tell me to, I just assumed it as my duty. If he was gonna live here for the summer on my money, he was also going to be chore-free. I was truly going to take care of his every need.

When I was done, I came to him and stood in front of the couch, still quite naked.
He lifted both feet and held them aloft. "Move this coffee table, buddy." He still read his book.

I did as I was told, shoving it aside.

"Go ahead and get on your hands and knees and be my foot rest, ok?"

I did, quickly too. At least I was off my burned ass. He rested them down gently, but man were they heavy, growing heavier as he settled them and relaxed. He allowed me to fully support the weight of his big muscular legs and gigantic feet and I heard him page through his book.

"I think this'll make a good break time for you. You're doing me a service as this glass coffee table hurts my feet to rest on, and you're definitely showing me respect and learning humility. But no kissing or heavy activity, just stay there and consider this time spent in my service."

As I replied, I realized I meant every word. "I'm happy to. I hope you enjoy your book. I'll stay here and remain still as long as you want."

"Thanks bud. And I won't do this next part too often, I promise, but I think it's important to stand as a lesson for you." With that, his feet got real real heavy as he leaned way forward and scooped up one smelly old sandal of his... and stuck it sideways in my mouth. The instep was right in my mouth and I held it in good. My mouth wrapped around it, I couldn't help but smell its heavy, pungent scent as it wafted up to my nose. "Awesome. Just keep that in there. You abused your talking privileges last night real good, just consider yourself lucky that ain't a bar of soap in there. Besides, I think those smelly old shoes make it poetic justice. I'm not gonna be mean about or anything, just do it to show me you're sorry, ok?"

I was really humiliated by this. It stunk. It tasted like his feet but twice as much and as I held it there in my mouth, my mouth couldn't help but start to water. I realized this shoe would get soaked if he left me this way a long time and the taste would only get stronger as it sat in there. But I nodded and managed a 'yes sir' through closed teeth. I must've looked pitiful. He actually gave my hair a gentle rub with one foot in sympathy, and I felt so much more determined not to disappoint him. I actually nuzzled my cheek against his bare foot and made a show of arching my back, lifting his feet higher for his comfort, and holding my head straight out so he could see me proudly holding his stinky slide in my mouth. He seemed pleased, and crossed his feet on my back, sat back, and began reading his book.

He switched channels to the music channel and enjoyed some soft jazz while he read silently. The only sounds in the room aside from the quiet music was the occasional turning of a page or the sound of two dry feet rubbing against each other on my back.
I didn't have too much to do, like this. I can't claim it was boring though, because I had to focus on keeping still, keeping his feet up, keeping the ever-moistening shoe in my mouth and withstanding the full weight of his relaxed legs. But it wasn't lost on me that this was HIS relaxation time. He got to enjoy a good book, and the comfort of being on our nice couch with his feet up -and not on that painful old coffee table. Really, the only way I could pass the time --or even track its passage, was the changing of songs on the tv. As more and more songs played, I realized he was using me as a coffee table for hours.
The shoe was soaking wet now and my mouth totally tasted of old shoe. The smell of the foot-sweaty leather drilled holes in my nose and all he did was bounce his feet and enjoy his book at my expense.
I couldn't believe he left the shoe in so long but he didn't let up. Another hour passed by this way and I actually saw drool dripping off the shoe. My back hurt from his heels and my pride was really hurt because I knew he had to know this was getting harder but he just kept on reading, turning a page now and then. Finally, he spoke. "Ok, bud. I think you've put in your time. You like being a footrest?"

I shook my head meekly, and looked over at him pleadingly. He chuckled. "Well, I guess you're not supposed to. It brought me a lot of comfort and I think it's teaching you some valuable lessons. You can expect this wont be the last time you do it, that's for sure, but if you keep being as well behaved as you are now I promise it wont be more than a few nights a week. Now c'mere." He lifted up his legs and allowed me to stand up. My back was stiff and sore.

He made me sit on his lap, that wet old shoe still in my now-aching mouth. He took ahold of it, his other arm encircling me as I sat naked on his lap. I was so embarrassed.
"You remember at least some of what you said last night. Pretty harsh stuff, bud."
I nodded, my eyes moist. I was really sorry. He made me sorrier though.
"Well, I told you I was gonna go easy. I won't wash your mouth out with soap for talkin to me like that, but I will wash it out with this old shoe. I don't expect to ever hear you talk to me that way again."

I nodded hastily as a promise not to but never got to say a word as started rubbing that shoe sideways in my mouth, scrubbing. It was so wet it just slid along easily. I couldn't believe he was doing this.

My mouth was so wet and filled with saliva that some spilled out when he pulled out the shoe and made the toe of the shoe super wet. He just raised his eyebrows as he turned the shoe around and stuck the wet toe in my mouth. He had to twist it sideways back and forth a couple times to get it entirely in my mouth and then scrubbed it in and out, in and out, telling me if I wanted a dirty mouth to trash talk, he'd make it real dirty. I didn't know what was worse, the dirty sole or the smelly insole but I got a hearty taste of both as he washed my mouth out with his slide. He turned it around and jammed the heel in and repeated the process. He did this for a good while until we got the sandal soaking wet and then, to my shock, he bent down and fetched his other one and did it all over again!
I think the worst was the toe. He stuck it in real good, and held it in the palm of his hand firmly. He steadied my head with his other hand and told me I deserved this as he pushed it in and pulled it partway out. In and out, in and out, he scrubbed and scrubbed until that shoe too was shiny and wet. He said this was the first cleaning these shoes had had in the four years he'd been wearing them.

After they were really done, he kept it up anyway, driving home the point. He let it go on longer than I could really handle and made sure I knew he was going to continue. He picked up the first one again and started using that one again now. All I could do was sit there and stare at this big wet sandal going in and out of my mouth and the firm, strong hand of my deeply offended buddy punishing me thoroughly with it. After a good while, he finally stopped and bopped me sharply on the head with the sandal.

"Will I ever have to do that again?"

"No sir..." My mouth had been really worked over, my words barely formed.

"If I make the next three months easier than this night, will I regret it?"

"No way, Sir. I won't ever treat you poorly again."

"Alright then. As your final act before bed, you're going to eat the words you spoke to me last night. If you need to go tot he bathroom, go now." I did, and went quickly, returning to him. I was unsure what was going to happen until I saw him on the couch.

He had removed his robe and laid it across the couch. Laying on his stomach, his bare ass was face up, and his knees bent. He played with his toes along the top of the couch.

"Go ahead and lay down with your face over my ass. You told me to kiss your ass last night. Well, guess who's gonna do the kissing?"

I did as I was told, saying, "Me." as I laid down. "I'm so sorry about that."

"Yeah, me too." He farted right in my face. I couldn't believe it. "Kiss my ass."

His ass was smooth with only a light dusting of blonde hairs across them. It was big and round, he was such a hot jock. Now I had to kiss his ass.
Much like when I had to kiss his feet, I licked my lips and puckered up but I couldn't believe it was gonna be on his bare ass. As I got closer to one cheek, I closed my eyes.

"Nuh uh. Open your eyes. You hafta watch every second of the ass kissing."

He was watching me do it! I opened them hastily, not wishing to anger him, and saw him laying there looking back at me. I looked down at his downy white ass and applied my lips in a big wet kiss.

"Good boy. How did you say? 'Kiss my ass!'"

I did. And as I spent the next few hours before bed kissing my best friend's bare ass, enduring the occasional obnoxious fart in my face, I thought about the months to come. It was going to be really humiliating being punished like this by my buddy, but a promise was a promise. I was to be his slave, and in stark contrast to the night before --I was going to treat him like a king.

"Good boy. You'll find tomorrow easier, I hope this first night made the strong impression it needed to. You'll just smell and kiss my feet every day, get spanked once a week, and be the occasional footrest or foot kisser, although I do have a few special activities planned. I hope you're still dedicated to doing this."

"Oh I am. I am truly, truly sorry, Hank. I'm going to make it up to you real good, and I won't complain at all." My voice weakened. "Please don't be mean about it. I will be sooo good."

He took a bit of pity. "Yeah guess I was pretty harsh with the sandals and all. I'll make you take your punishment, but I won't be mean about it, as long you stay as good as you were tonight. Ok?"

"Yes, sir!" My enthusiasm transferred to my kissing, and I kissed his ass proudly. He chuckled and let out one more fart, twisting his leg a bit and lifting his ass.

"Good boy. Now, keep up the good work and maybe tomorrow I won't use your face as a footrest for too long after the gym."

I sighed, and couldn't avoid a whiff of fart. I winced, said, "Yes sir, thank you, Sir." In agreement and kissed his bare cheeks as he picked up his book again.

"Good boy." he said, and the night went on like this for hours.
I'd wronged my buddy. I told him I'd be a kiss ass to make it up to him. And now, having taken me literally, I did. I kissed his ass.

-To Be Continued-