Tick Tock Goes the Clock: Part 1
by Bbyronbyrn0

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As the time for Dave to come got closer I have to admit I got very nervous and began to get worried.

I know that Jim knew I was nervous because as he looked down at me and I could see that devilish gleam in his eyes, and when he laughed at me, he had a Machiavellian type of laugh. I did not conceal my nervousness well, because it will sound silly and please do not snicker, but for some reason the more the clock ticked away, the more and the heavier I inhaled and took deep whiffs of Jims socked foot stink- I guess smelling Jims rancid foot was comforting and familiar compared to Dave coming that was an unknown factor and was not comfortable at all.

Seeing that I was smelling his foot without any opposition on my part, Jim told me to make sure I breathed nice and deep-Jim wanted to make sure I filled my lungs with his foot odor. Jim had the logic theory that his foot stink (or the smell that came from his stocking feet) was like cologne, and it is my honor to smell his putrid feet. I grabbed his sock so that I could see his bare foot, but Jim kicked me in the side and asked me what do you think you are doing fag boy??? I told him I was removing his sock so that I could worship his bare foot.

I thought that maybe he would like this treatment I was giving him, but as you will read he was not to happy with my actions. I do not think so said Jim I do not think you earned the honor to see my godly feet at least not yet, at least not until we have our other visitor come and join us, he must be talking about Dave I thought to myself. Do not worry boy said Jim you will not need to wait long (according to the clock) and then you will get so much bare feet from both me and my good buddy Dave that you will get sick of our bare feet- after he said this he gave one of his hideous/malicious laughs.

It must have been no more than a minute or two after Jim got done with his laughing fit, and I heard a knock at the door (knock-Knock). I must have frozen out of fright, because I was too terrified to move. Then with his foot Jim stomped on my groin bringing me back to the real world, when I was in reality Jim ordered me to answer the door and make sure I showed Dave the proper respect that he deserved, since as Jim put it I would be under Dave. The last thing I wanted to do was to displease Jim who was a huge football hunk, I know he was only on the Junior varsity football team but still he had muscles that never seemed to end with feet that were strong, I know this because he would hold a pen with his toes and write his name on a piece of paper.

I also knew that Jim even though he was not as gigantic (body wise) as his older brother Master Keith could and would hurt me if I did not please him at every turn. The reason why I knew that Jim could and would without any remorse hurt me was because-the first time we met- Jim wanted to impress his brother (Master Keith) and show off the new karate moves that he learnt in gym class, Jim made sure that he used me as a dummy and practiced his kicks-some of the kicks were wild and made contact with my stomach and groin, I bent over in pain as he grinned and smirked. He used full force behind all his kicks; he wanted me to know who the person in charge was. Jim stood over my body as I trembled with pain and Jim reminded me that even though he was younger than me he was the boss and I better not forget it if I know what is good for me.

When Dave knocked on the door I opened it and immediately fell to the floor (lying on my stomach) in front of Dave. Dave entered the house and you could tell right away that he had an arrogance about him, one could see why he was Jims best friend-both he and Jim were arrogant and latter I would find out that both Dave and Jim were masters at humiliation. As Dave entered the house; he walked on my back and just stood in the middle of my back as he looked at Jim and asked him where the foot slave was, while he was asking Jim the question on my where about he was grinding his sneakers into my backside and laughing/snickering as he did it. Dave knew exactly where I was, I was under his feet.

The first impression that I had of Dave was that he was the guy who could use me as a foot mat, and I knew right away that he was a guy that was not to be played with, he like Jim was my boss/Master and Dave wanted me to know it, and with his foot grinding in my back he wanted to make sure I never forgot that he was the boss/master.

Dave asked Jim when you think we can start having fun with this foot fag. Jim just shook his head and told Dave that it was really up to him, but he (Jim) had already forced me to lick his sneaker and smell his socked foot. Cool, replied Dave that must be why you are only wearing one sneaker and your other foot is stocking bare. Cool is a good word to use said Jim, when I had this fag boy smell my stocking foot the air that came from his breathing to my sweaty toes was as you said cool and refreshing, I even wiggled my toes for him said, Jim, I cannot believe that the foot fag is still alive after smelling those raunchy feet of yours said Dave, even in the locker room at half time when you take your cleats off, your feet give off a vulgar stench said Dave. I know what you mean bro (as they both laughed) and to think I had a foot right on his face, even though my sock was on the stink from my foot bled through. Dave looked down at his filthy sneakers and asked Jim if he (Dave) could use me to clean his sneakers, because as Dave put it- his sneakers had not been cleaned in some time and were caked with filth. Jim just laughed and told Dave that he could use me whenever he damn well pleased; all that Jim asked was that if Dave would let him watch. Do you even have to ask, of course you can watch me use this foot fag-you're my bro aren't you?

Dave had me get on all fours and face him, now said Dave you are going to be my little horsey-is that understood? He waited for me to answer, but I remained silent. Dave was getting aggravated at my silence, he then stood on my hands with his sneakers (feet) and grinded my hands into the carpet-oh the pain. Thank heavens he was only wearing sneakers, imagine if he was wearing boots with hard soles or the worst of all- cleats (spiked cleats).

I was in so much pain, that I yelled or should I say whined out the response that he (Dave) was waiting to hear-and that was that it would be my honor to be his human horse and ride him where ever he wanted to go. Jim just looked at me with loathing in his eyes, he could not believe that Dave could treat me like an animal and get away with it. Every little thing that Dave did-was giving Jim ideas and that was something to be scared of, since Jim was far larger and bulkier than Dave; but they were both evil-they were brothers not by blood but by friendship (they were inseparable on the Junior Varsity football team –they were known as the D. Day brothers, because when you met them if they did not like you it was your D. Day (Kiss you're a—goodbye).

More to come in part 2