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Punished
by Josh
by Vas
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Josh had just finished his typical 5 hour long basketball practice
at the gym.
He back soaking wet with sweat to his apartment where his unsuspecting
friend Tim was waiting. Josh was twenty two and Tim was about five
years younger. Josh had long known about Tim's "thing for feet"
when he noticed a pair of his dirty yellow soccer socks missing
from his hamper along with an arsenal of his stinky week old basketball
and baseball socks. Josh was about 6 ft. 5 with short blond hair
that was slightly tinged black in certain places. He had intense
green eyes and looked like a greek god. Tim was a mere 5 ft tall
and in comparison to Josh who was imensely muscular, Tim was extremely
thin and scrawny looking.
Tim has been sitting down on the couch in the living room of the
apartment when suddenly the door swung open. Instantly, Tim noticed
a long figure towering over him in the doorway wearing a pair of
loose fitting red nylon basketball shorts and a white body shirt.
He stared down at the floor. His gaze was immediately captivated
by Josh's size 17 feet encased in a pair of long, slightly dingy
looking white tube socks that were now plastered down with sweat
against his muscular calves. He also noticed that Josh was still
wearing the same pair of Mueller ankle braces he had warn all season
long without any washing. They were the black lace-up kind which
left the heel and toe areas of the foot fully exposed.
Josh didn't have any injuries, but liked to wear the ankle braces
every day because he liked the way they felt and he secretly relished
how they would stink to high heaven after every game. Tim on the
other hand hated even the mere thought of these ankle braces. He
knew that the moment the door of the apartment swung open (sometimes
at dinner), he would be involved in the nightly "foot smothering
session" which involved him sitting in Joshs' bedroom on the
floor with his back up against the wall and his unwashed ankle braces
tied to his head- usually with the laces of the ankle brace itself
but sometimes also held in place with a pair sweat soaked three
week old tube socks.
There he would sit for almost an hour with his hands tied behind
his back, while he was forced to smell Josh' feet and the reeking
pair of ankle braces. "Smell my fuckin feet" said Josh
as he arrogantly shoved his huge feet in TIm's face. "My ankle
braces fuckin reek, man. I haven't washed them all week long. How
does it fuckin smell?" All Tim could do now was stare into
the dark barrel of black nylon fabric that was ensconcing his mouth
and nostrils. Periodically Josh would jam his sweaty socked toes
through the opening of the ankle brace that was tied to his head,
forcing him to nearly gag.
Tim was only just beginning to get used to the smell, when Josh
suddenly pulled off his other shoe while laughing sarcastically
at his plight. "Oh no!," said Tim, "not the old ankle
brace again." But it was too late. Josh had already reduced
Tim to a helplessly limp and lifeless body as a three week old tube
sock was shoved into his face. "Ahh..." much better, said
Josh, as he turned on the TV to watch basketball. Suddenly, Tim
felt like he was ready to explode like Mt. Vesuvius. The sweet stink
of his feet was finally working his spell on him. As he drew in
the final breath through the crusty lace up ankle brace of the athletic
god in his dirty post-game tube socks, a bolt of lightening shot
through his dick like a laser beam.
"Oooooooo" he dribbled as his body went numb and lifeless
with pleasure. The session was over...
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