The Car Salesman: Part 1
by Bbyronbyrn0

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My name is Johnny, and I am 18 years old-but most important I AM A SENIOR. You all might remember what it meant to be a senior in High School; you were rulers of the school. The drudges of the school were the juniors and those pitiful sophomores.

Once I was a junior, even a lowly sophomore (wash my mouth out with soap for confessing that). I was put through h---; the seniors who had me wanted to make me suffer; I began by groveling at their feet, kissing their feet, doing all their chores as they sat back drinking brew skies, and just acting like fools; but they were so much stronger than me they knew they could get away with anything. I was someone's property and the faster I understood that-the better.

One of the worst things that happened to me while I was in school was that day when a boy named Bud was ready to graduate; Bud decided to get married, me being a submissive low life (a junior) was commanded by his rather large and muscular friends to do something that I heard of but never did-and that was "suck each of his toes" I looked at those filthy toes, and to be honest with you I did not know if could go through with sucking of these toes.

I hesitated, and before I knew it; the friends of Bud (all four of them) gave me a smack across the head. I ended up sucking Bud's toes, and then something odd happened to me-I was getting hard. This can not be happening-I mean I had a guys toes in my mouth, I should have been disgusted; but I think I liked it, what's wrong with me?? I know Bud looks like a blonde God with ultra muscles, I was attracted to him and his 10.5 feet; which were well kept-Bud was a user and the worst part of it is; he knew it. The good thing is that Bud and his friends graduated and were out of my life forever, that is the way things should have been, but things do not always go as expected …I would meet Bud again (lucky me!!!).

Bud just thought that it was as he put it "so righteous" for a lowly junior who he now made into his foot slave to be sucking on his godly toes, he did not wash his feet in days and the dirt on his feet was caked on. There Bud stood above me (a god like senior), who was the stud of the school, he was on the football and baseball teams-yet he played in a sport that I liked and that was wrestling!! Can you guess why Wrestling was my favorite sport-you guessed it, every time Bud would wrestle his rival; he would wrestle bare footed. I found myself wishing I was his rival, just so I could be by his bare feet-who knew I would be forced into his service.

To my horror I saw Bud take something out of his jeans-it was a pocket camera. Bud took the pocket camera and raised it to his face, Bud told me to show my pearly whites (as he took several pictures of me-groveling at his feet). Bud told me he wanted nice clear pictures of me being his foot fag, so he will have great memories for the future-what did bud mean by that, oh well I would find out soon enough; but for now I had other things to think about like a 10.5 foot in my face, and that foot was filthy not to mention that these feet were giving off a strong foul odor; Bud had feet that if you smelled them; you would never forget them-unforgettable that's what they were.(Isn't that a name of a song called "unforgettable").

Now, that you understand my history and how I was taken advantage of in my younger years by those ruling seniors, the seniors that have graduated and left high school. We go to the present date, where I (Johnny) am a SENIOR. A senior needs one thing and that is a vehicle. I remember my high school friends (who were jealous) tried to talk me out of getting a car, but my response was "talk to the hand-the face don't understand"-I have to admit I was one conceited S.O.B. but that was okay because I was a senior. I thought my actions would not have any consequences or so I thought, I would find out differently later on.

I was a big fish in a little pond; as long as I stayed on school grounds. I was soon to find out that off school grounds I was a small fish in a big ocean, I would be at the mercy of others, and that mercy was not always to be depended on; as I was to find out very shortly.

About 1⁄2 mile from the school (in walking distance) was a place close to my heart; it was a car dealership called "Cars-Cars-Cars". I was told by my friends that this place sells used cars at discounted prices and to a Senior when you can get a deal you go for it; who knew that this so called deal was a deal that I should have passed up; it was so degrading for me, but not for the others –I should have known that if a deal sounds too good to be true; it usually is. I wonder if my friends were working against me and with the car salesmen, and wanted to se me disgraced; to show me that they were just as good as me-even though they were not Seniors like myself. If they were working against me I could not really blame them; because I treated them (my friends) like trash-but that is the game that we play in high school- seniors rule juniors and juniors rule sophomores and sophomores rule spit. Seniors were king-if they (my friends) didn't like it; too bad.

I asked my best friend or who I thought was my best friend to take me to the car dealership, and to my surprise he jumped at the idea. If I would have paid more attention to his facial expressions I would have noticed that he had a scheming sneer on his face when he said he would take me to the car dealership, what did he know that I did not? What was I heading into, and why did I feel like someone had punched me in the gut-all of my questions were to be answered and they were only 1⁄2 mile away; a persons past never dies.

As we entered the parking lot to the car dealership I became aware of something very much out of the ordinary, the place looked deserted. You know what I mean all it needed was a tumble weed and it would fit right in with those western scenes you see at the movies where the town is a ghost town-something was up and whatever it was had a creepy feel to it; all I wanted to do was get in the car and head back to the school. My friend, and I use the words "my friend" very nonchalantly convinced me that everything was all right and to stay.

I decided to stay; I mean what choice did I have-he was the driver, and I got this strange feeling that if I tried to leave, I would get a beating of my life- by my so called friend and whoever else was around-so to look macho I straightened my shirt and cleared my throat then I declared that my decision was that I would stay!! Then my friend just said Yeah whatever….lets go Mr. Macho my friend said this as he gave me long disapproving gaze; with a shake of his head. Now I was frightened, everyone was my adversary, but I could not show anyone that I was nervous-I was to put on a show of bravado-I was the boss (right)?? My friends' look of revulsion turned into a look of utter contempt as he led me through some networks/aisles at the car dealership that led to me to some private offices.

I was directed by my friend to go to this one office, and the office must have been a little bigger than a broom closet, but what was really bizarre was the name on the door, it read "B. Davidson". Could the B. stand for Bud-no way I was letting my imagination run away with me, I mean Bud graduated 2 years ago, and was miles away from here. I turned to my friend, and he must have overheard me as I was questioning myself about the name on the door because he nodded his head and simply said that my worst nightmare was going to come true; but he and whoever was behind that door were going to find out if I am the big stud that I pretended to be at school, my friend cracked the door open and said that my destiny awaits!!

The lights in the office were out and I could scarcely make out anything in the room, but what I did notice was that a bulky shadow of a person sitting on the desk. I was uncertain if I wanted to go in the office, my friend was behind me and he pushed me forward; so that I staggered into the office. Unexpectedly, I heard a voice come from the shadowy figure telling my friend (Tommy) to turn on the lights. The light switch was on the other side of the room, so Tommy had to step over me to get to the light switch. Tommy (by mistake) stepped on me, and I did not think twice about it. Yet, now I begin to question Tommy stepping on me; was him stepping on me truly an accident or did he do it on purpose, I mean he did look at me afterwards and looked directly in my eyes as he told me to get used to being a foot mat for genuine he-men.

As the light came on I could make out who that bulky shadowy figure was; it was Bud the Stud from my high school days; someone I had thought was long gone. I must have been as white as a ghost when I saw the bulky shadowy figure come to life. When I saw who it was I said it is you BBBB—(and stuttered)Come on boy said Bud you know my name B-U-D, the one who plagued you in school with my constant harassing, and best yet it was me (Bud) that made a foot fag out of you.

No way said Tommy this is Johnny he is; as he puts it "King of the School". Johnny is not "king of the school" he might be "King of the foot kissers, or even the foot lickers" but never will he be "king of the school "said Bud. Tell me Tommy asked Bud I had something done to me when I was a senior in School-I had my feet worshiped by this so called "king of the school", did you ever have your feet worshiped by another guy? No, said Tommy but I have had dreams that someday this boy (who thinks he is all that) would end up worshiping my feet, and be at my mercy. Bud told Tommy that his dreams were to come true at this moment.

Tommy asked Bud not take this the wrong way but I just can not believe that another guy would be a foot slave to another guy. I know, said Bud it is hard to believe but you have to trust me on this one-this primadona is one guy who worships feet; tell him that I am right boy said Bud. I (Johnny) declared that at one time I may have worshiped feet; but that was only because I was forced to do so by some muscular freaks- I am not that way anymore!! Oh you're not said Bud then explain to me why the minute you came in the room you have been gawking at my feet, do they still attract you boy? No I shrieked, it is all in your head I said, I told you I wasn't that way anymore.

Bud looked at my friend Tommy and asked him if he ever became aware of anything strange about me? Now that you bring it up said Tommy he volunteered to clean out the boys locker room-I guess he did that to get the key to the lockers, and be close to all those sporty he-man socks; he must be in love with that manly stench. One other thing he always seems to be taking a quick gaze at my feet-I never knew why, now I am beginning to wonder; he is one sicko-maybe we can benefit from this situation.

I like the way you think Tommy, you are one devious mother. Well, said Bud I do not think you have changed Johnny, maybe you are better at hiding the fact that you adore men's feet-but I will see if you have really changed. All of a sudden I became aware of the fact that Bud was taking off his left shoe, and this could only spell trouble for me with a capital "T", because if anyone knew my Achilles' heel when it concerned the male foot it would be Bud. Bud had that malicious look on his face as he very slowly took off his left shoe, he was watching my response to his actions and he knew I was dying inside, but he did not trouble himself with that fact- he just wanted to take his time and make the suffering last as long as possible.

When the shoe finally came off his foot he wiggled his toes and let out a big moan, and acknowledged the fact that it was good to free his he-man toes that had been enclosed in those shoes all day. The air in the room filled up with a mixture of aromas, they were sweat-dirt and feet; you know that smell- it is the smell that comes from the boys locker room; that smell that is so alluring.

Now we will find out if this poor excuse for a human has as he put it- changed, or as I believe said Bud, is a foot fag (acting as if he is macho). But before we start let us make it more interesting between the real men in the room (Tommy and Bud) let us have a bet, say for a penny. A penny I yelled at Bud am I only worth a Penny? No said Bud I am sorry I overvalued you, you are not even worth a penny, you are a low life and the only thing you're worth is the dirt between my toes so shut up or else… then I felt Bud kick me in my side as Tommy just put his foot on my head; so I would not move and Bud would have a clear shot at kicking me in the gut.-both Tommy and Bud snickered when Bud said I was nothing but rubbish. Tommy knew that even if he lost the bet, he would only lose a penny; and who knows he might get his dream come true-he might have his feet serviced by an older but submissive guy.

Okay here is my penny, now Tommy put your penny on the desk so that we can get started. I (Johnny) did not want Bud to get started because to be honest with you I was afraid that I could not control myself when it came to Bud's feet. Okay now let see if this fag still has his foot fetish-Bud cracked his toes and made circular motions with his feet, Bud then ordered me to creep on my stomach over to the desk where he was sitting and kiss the ground that he had previously stepped upon. I made it over to the desk crawling all the way; as Bud looked down at me from his high seat (throne) on the desk; I was nothing but an ant that as Bud put it could and should be stepped upon.

Before you knew it Bud positioned his stocking foot on my face, and there I laid under his feet breathing in the foul aroma of foot stench; with his right foot he put on my groin, making a caressing motion in a clockwise motion telling me to breath deep so my lungs would get a full dose of foot stench, and so I would remember who was the boss and who was servicing whom, look at the "king of the school" now said Bud he is in a familiar place. Do you see Tommy how your so called "king of the school" wants to do nothing but breathe in by foot stink-yeah he is a real man (not). I almost forgot how relaxing it is to have your own foot slave said Bud, Tommy you should try him out, what is he going to do-fight back (ha ha).

The look on Tommy's face was one of disgust and surprise. He could not believe that I would bring myself to smell Buds stocking foot; no matter how many muscles Bud had. Now that Tommy had seen a true foot fag with his own eyes he began to wonder what it would be like to have a true foot fag at his feet, Tommy thought it only right that I get my a—over by him and service his feet. Tommy thought this was only right since he was a hunk (a real man) and someone who could knock me into next Tuesday if I did not do as he ordered; to strengthen the deal Tommy had Bud slap me in the face with his foot until my face was beet red and I begged to be Tommy's slave; I knew that I was at their mercy.

I thought that maybe just maybe I would scoot over (on my back) to get under Tommy's feet, but I guess taking a shortcut was forbidden. Bud saw that I was taking the easy way out and just scooting over to Tommy, this got Bud very upset and one thing you did not want to do was displease Bud in anyway (that is if you wanted to stay healthy), he yelled-What the hell do you think you are doing (as he threw his shoe at me)? Get on your belly and crawl like a low-life that you are to your new master (Tommy) and service his he-man feet.

What happened?

When I crossed the threshold to the dealership I was a man in charge, now I am a man begging for mercy from others and counting on their kindness of heart, which did not come to often.


End of part 1