Flat Broke
by Scottish Student

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I’m sure you know what it’s like, being a student, or strapped for cash in general.

The cupboards are bare, or contain the kind of food you wish you’d never bought. You can’t even afford to have a few beers with the guys at the pub. It really humiliating at times: having to say no to an invite out because you’re so skint.

That was the situation my flat mate Alex and I where in. For him it was worse, he’d recently knocked up his girl friend and so really needed the money. Alex and I where pretty typical students, him doing density and me doing law. His hair is dirty blonde, eyes are grayish blue and a decent body, always tanned. I wasn’t so harsh on the eyes either, a lot fairer skinned than Alex, dark hair, dark eyes and a face with designer stubble.

One day he came home with a massive grin on his face and an even bigger box under his arm. Curiously I asked him what it was, “A cot for the baby!” he beamed back at me.

“Where’d you get the money for that?” I asked.

“Aw it don’t matter, lets just say I found a way to get it”

I was a bit worried, I’d never had Alex down for one to steal, I’d known him for 2 years, since I was 18- a petrified fresher. As the next few weeks passed I noticed Alex would return home every so often with a bag from the Early Learning Center or Mother Care and other baby stuff shops. I asked him again where he was getting the money, I knew he wasn’t working extra at the pub, we both worked there.

When I did find out- it did come as a pretty big shock. He came home on a Sunday night with yet again more shopping, but this time it wasn’t baby stuff, it was beer! He said he thought he’d treat me and so we proceeded to get drunk and just watch stuff on TV. I asked him once more where he was finding the money for all this. He went silent for a bit, then asked me to promise not to tell Sophie, his girlfriend. I swore.

“well I seen an advert, on the internet somewhere, for ‘Foot Models’ for a gay fetish site- I not gay or that, but I looked into it anyway’ he began, ‘So I’ve been sending pictures of my feet, socked and unsocked, to some email address and then receiving money for it the next day in my account”

I burst out laughing, I couldn’t believe he was selling pictures of his feet to some site for cash. He punched me him the arm and told me to shut up. After a couple of minutes I asked how much he was getting for each picture and if I could get in on the action. Long story short I started sending picture of my feet of the same email as Alex, sometimes we sent pictures of both our feet but that meant we had to split the money so we stopped that.

Then one day Alex and I both got an email through, it read:

“Hey guys, how are you? I just want to say thanks for all the pictures you’ve sent to date, however they are getting pretty boring now… I’d be willing to offer you more money for pictures that are more appealing to look at. The clients my website attracts are not just into pictures of male feet, but pictures of males being into male feet.

For example I’d triple your fee for a picture of one of you smelling the others socked foot, or even offer you five time more for on of you to suck the others toes.

Anyway guys, let me know what you think.”

Our first thought was shit- there goes our income. We decided to just leave it and move on.

Until one night, the two of us had got pretty trashed on that cheap ass cider we decided to ‘treat’ ourselves too. We where sat there, freezing cold due to the lack of heating as it cost too much. Alex and I both had 3 pairs of socks on as well as our trainers.

‘You know, if you sucked my toes for a few pictures we could order a pizza and get some decent beer?’ Alex said. ‘And why would I have to suck yours?’ I questioned ‘You’re feet are always stinking, if anything you should suck mine!’

‘NO way man, that’s so, degrading!’ he replied. And we left it at that for five or ten minutes. Then he piped up again ‘Lets play for it? We each draw a card from the deck, the highest card decided who sucks whose toes?’

‘Deal’ I responded and reach to the table for the battered looking deck of card that sat there. He drew first. 9 of spades. Fuck. I drew, optimistic but not hopeful.

I drew the 7 of hearts and my heart sank as Alex’s face grew a massive smile.

“you get on the floor, I’ll grab the camera” he said, as he stumbled to his room for the camera. I hadn’t moved when he returned, “Hurry up!” he snapped when he walked back in the room. He planted his feet up on the table and told me I should sit on the other side of it. Slowly I moved into position as he fiddled with the camera- getting it ready to capture my humiliation. “Take off my trainers will you?” he said.

“aw piss off, I’m not your slave” I snorted back.

“Just fucking do it ok, I need to clear some memory space on here.” His toned had changed a bit. Nervously, I did as he said. “and take off my socks too. Actually, leave the bottom pair on, we’ll get some of you smelling my socks too, get some extra money” Scared of the way he spoke in his drunken manner I did as instructed. Slowly I put my hands on his Nike trainer, pulling it off to unveil the first layer of socks. They where red Addis ones, the kind you wear for football. I then took off the other trainer revealing the matching red sock. I could see him move his toes around through the thick layer of sock that surrounded them. A warmness slowly rose from his shoes, along with a strong smell, you know the kind, when you’ve had your shoes on all day. I dreaded to think what the socks on the bottom layer smelt like- I was soon to find out though.

“hurry up!” he snapped again. When I finally got to the bottom layer of sock, I realized my dread was well founded. Sitting there on the table facing me where a pair of white Nike socks, the ones that go right above you’re ankle. I could tell he had been walking around in them, you could see a faint imprint of dirt, showing where his foot arched off the ground, where his heel and toes made contact, as well as the that thin curve up the sides. And the smell. The smell was awful. I just stared at. I couldn’t really believe I was about to smell my best friends socks and suck his toes for money. My suspended state of shock was broken by a flash.

“that’s the camera working now” he said, not really look at me, “get your nose in there, I want to send them tonight to see if we can the money tonight” I leaned, slowly. I held my breath and had my face so close to his socks I could feel the heat from them. Flash. The camera went off. He moved his feet around a bit, getting different angles. I just sat there.

‘Right, that should be enough of them, get my sock off and suck my toes” I slowly reached up and began to take off his left sock. Little bit of fluff stuck to his foot and in between his toes.

“Can we just send the ones of me smelling your sock, I really don’t want to do this man” I pleaded with Alex.

“aw man up you bitch” he snapped, and he quickly pulled off his other sock then threw it in my face. “now just fucking suck them”

I opened my mouth, leant forward and just placed my lips on his big toe. He then pushed it in, and flash. “not so bad is it boy?” boy. what the hell? I didn’t question it though.

“come on now, put some effort into eh?” I took more of toes in my mouth. Then he just started issuing a chain of commands.

“right ok, lick in between my toes”

“suck the my two big toes at the same time”

“run your tongue up the sole of my foot”

“suck on them harder”

I complied. Pathetically.

“right, I’ll get these loaded up and sent, you go get more beer from the fridge” Alex commanded, again, not even looking at me, he just flicked through the photo’s laughing every now and then. I didn’t say anything. Just done what I was told. I went and brushed my teeth then returned with the beer.

“hey man, well done!” Alex’s voice was back to normal, he seemed like how he was before. “the guy loves them. He said he’d give us a bonus for two or three more, ones that are just a small step further?”

My heart sank. “how much further?” I asked.

“well this guy seems to get off the idea that a guy is being forced to smells socks and stuff so he said it you were tied and gagged he’d be willing to pay handsomely” Alex spoke in a way the almost seemed like a corporate pitch.

“tied and gagged?!” I wasn’t sure about that for sure.

“aw don’t worry, I wouldn’t actually tie you up, just make it look like you where, and it would just be duct tape over your mouth, nothing major.” He spoke as if this wasn’t a big deal.

“I don’t know man, it was awkward enough doing that”

“aw don’t be a pussy, think it was wasn’t awkward for me that time I had to take you home that night you got really drunk and puked all down your front?”

“right ok” I agreed with a heavy heart. Five minutes later I was on the bed with him straddling my stomach tying my hands to the bedposts so my arms where in a Y shape.

“here look Alex, I’m sorry man, I don’t want to do this, it feels weird.”

“too late mate” he winked and with that pulled a strip of duct tape and placed it right across my mouth.

With that I saw his sock foot heading right for my face again. My nose was right in-between the ball of his foot and his toes, the smell was so strong. He was moving his toes, I could feel them dancing on my forehead. I was struggling against the tape but it was too tight. After a while of him making me smell his socks he got off me. I thought it was over. Was it fuck. He then tapped me legs shut to stop me wriggling about.

He got back on my chest, and pulled off his socks. Once more my face was covered in bare feet. He rested the balls of his feet in my eye sockets for a bit and he wriggled about a bit. When he moved him I noticed he’d taken his top off and I could see his erect cock through his trackie bottoms. What the hell was going on. He ripped off the duct tape.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE..” I was cut short. His toes were stuffed in my mouth once more.

“just fucking suck on them?!”

I bit down. He yanked them out and as quick as a flash he punched me, right in the face. I was dazed for a few moments. I was brought back around by him stuffing his toes in my mouth again. I wasn’t making the same mistake again. I sucked.

“yeah you fucker, now lick in-between my toes again. Oh yeah, that feels so good.” He then brought out his cock and began to wank off, slowly. “aw shit man, this feels so fuck good” it continued like this for ten minutes or so. “right then, lets see what else that tongue of yours can do?” he moved up, almost squatting above my head. “suck on my balls you dick” I done nothing. Thump. Another hit to the face, this time not as hard.

“FUCKING DO IT!” I slowly opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. The taste was awful, like warm sweat. “there you go, not so bad now is it? Just keep on doing that and we’ll be fine” I lay there, helpless and humiliated. Licking the balls of my best friend. Every so often he’d lift himself up just enough so I couldn’t reach them. He made me beg for them. “right, take them in your mouth and just run your tongue round in a circle.” I complained. “mmm, fucking hell that’s so good. Since Sophie fell pregnant she’s been a frigid bitch.” I could hear his moaning getting louder and louder and I could feel the rhythm of his wanking pick up.

Suddenly he slipped back down to sit on my chest and with a massive moan unloaded ropes of cum right up my neck and all over my face. some of it got in my mouth before I could shut it and when he’d finally stopped plastering my face in cum I spat it out.

“what the fuck?! Spitting out my cum!” another thump, this time to the chest, probably to avoid hitting his own cum. “I’ll show you some respect. Lick the cum off my cock, and swallow it you dick.”

With that he slapped my lips, which where tightly shut, with his cum soaked cock. A few seconds past and he slapped it down again, harder. I opened my mouth, feel the bridges of cum break from across my lips and fall into my mouth. “There is a good lad” and with that he slipped in his cock, still half erect into my mouth so’s I could suck off all the cum. He then pulled it out and wiped it across my face a few times, smearing cum across my face. “fucking hell man, that was good. Didn’t even get any pictures! Just got so caught up in it. Don’t worry I’ll clean you up.” With that he picked up the white socks I’d gotten so familiar with of late.

He wrapped it around the base of his cock and pulled it up the shaft slowly as to get what cum was left off then he slapped to sock onto my face and began to mop up all the cum. “that’s that then” I though it was over, I breathed a sigh of relive and with my mouth open, he shoved the sock in, toe first, soaked with cum. I got a fright and jerked up, only stuffing the sock in further. With one hand pressing the sock in, he grabbed the duct tape and then quick tore off a strip and secured the cum soaked sock in place.

How long would this go on for?! “right I’m off for a few more beers and to get pizza, I should back in about an hour for round two” before he left he stuck the other sock right under my nose. There I was, the taste of cum and sock filling my mouth and the smell of feet filling my nose. It was the longest hour and a half in my life.

He walked back in, flicking off the light.

“Sophie never has the energy to go for it more than once these days. Good thing I’ve got you eh?” he said. He spoke as if I wasn’t gagging on his cum cover sock. “she’d never let my put my balls in her mouth. You just took them right in though. It felt so good. And it got me thinking, what else have I been missing out on?” I began to panic. What did he have in mind now?!

“you’re going to lick my arse hole. I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like.” I tried to shout out, knowing it was useless, I just had to try. He stood up on the bed and bent down and took off the duct taped and pulled out his sock.

I coughed for a bit and tried to take some deep breaths. He spread his cheeks and lowered his arse to my face. “get to it boy, you know what will happen if you don’t” I just got on with it. It was terrible. I could feel his arse hair on the side of my face. there wasn’t much but enough so I could feel it. His hole was tight but every so often it would feel looser and my tongue would be able to go that bit further. “oooh shit man, this is so much better than the ball sucking. Go a bit faster. Mm fuck yeah” I could feel him wanking above me.

He lowered his body more, I couldn’t see anything. “aw fucking hell man, faster, go deeper in too” he started to rock, practically riding my face. “make your tongue hard and just try and go as deep as you can, it feels so fucking amazing.” I was rimming him for a good half hour as he wanked and drank more beer. “right man, I’ve came this far, I may as well go all the way. Sophie wouldn’t even let me go near her arse, never do her up it.”

“FUCK OFF ALEX! DON’T YOU EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT IT!” I didn’t care if he punched me, it was better than being fucked by a man. He just got up off my face, picked up the sock that he hadn’t used to mop up his cum and stuffed it in my mouth once more and once more the duct tape was place firmly over it.

He cut the tape that bound my legs and I instantly began to wrestle my way free but it wasn’t much good, soon enough he had each leg pulled up and tapped to my fore arm at the knee joint. Then he ripped at my tracksuit bottoms and boxers to my arse was completely exposed. He spat on his hand and began to rubbed it on my hole. The spit was warm but it wasn’t helping me relax at all. He continued to masturbate and he spat on my hole and rubbed it.

Then he slowly slipped in his middle finger, twisted it round and pulled it out again. Isn’t wasn’t as sore as I thought it would be. I was still pretty drunk after all. He did it again. And again. And again. Picking up speed it got to the point where his finger never came out then he slipped two in, again not as sore as you’d think.

Then he toward over me, one hand one the bed beside my left ear, the other holding his cock with his fully exposed body in-between my legs. He began to slap his cock on my hole, just like he’d done with my face. he wasn’t even looking at me, just grinning, ear to ear at the idea of what he was about to do. I felt his bell end push against my arse, there was no way it was going in, I couldn’t.

“push against it” he spoke but without looking at me. It took me a bit by surprise. At lest he was trying to make that little less painful for my. So I did. No point in cutting my nose off to spite my face right?

It broke through. And it kept on going through. I could feel it fill my up. He kept a firm hold of his throbbing cock and he slid it inside me to ensure it was ridged enough to break through my tight arse. Finally the base of cock made contact with the rest of my bare arse and his other arm was now on the other side of my head. He then slowly pulled his cock back out, but not all the way and began to slide it back in once more. I felt him fill me once more. I looked at his face; his eyes where shut and his bottom left lip was covered by his teeth as he bit it. Every so often his brow would wrinkle every so often and a soft moan would escape his lips.

He began to pick up speed. His breathing got faster. I felt his cock become even harder. The head board began to hit off the walls. Faster and faster. His moans became almost constant. His eyes shot open and looked right down at me, his hips thrust one final time, hard and fast and he left out a mighty sigh of pure satisfaction.

His head and shoulders fell; all that was holding him was his arm. He took deep breaths until his breathing finally returned to normal and he slid his cock out of my arse.

He got up, turn on the light, and cut me lose.