The Smell of Prison
by Bi-Foot Boy

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I was doing a six-month stretch in a Colorado Prison. It was an interesting experience to be sure, but nothing like I thought it would be.

I never felt scared for my safety or worried about getting raped...sort of. It was pretty easy time even though it was one of the worst prisons in the state. If you minded your own business and didn’t get caught staring at a straight, hot guy's feet. you were fine.

I am a bisexual guy, and was looking forward to seeing some hot bad-boys while in the joint. I am mainly in to white guys, but there was mostly Hispanics on the yard. So the white guys were few, and the good looking tall ones were even fewer. There one guy, though, that caught my attention soon after I arrived.

The white boy's name Kevin and he was about 6'4 and had an athletic build. He had dirty blonde hair and was just fucking hot. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. He had these big hands that made me just wonder how big his cock was. I don’t know how many times I have seen guys with huge paws who also had big dicks. I wasn’t blessed with one, so I am really green when it comes to guys that were lucky enough to be well endowed!

During our yard time Kevin would always be playing Frisbee on the grass. He was really good at it which made me more jealous. I love to throw the disc, but wasn’t anywhere near as good as him.

One day me and some friends were throwing the disc and decided to take off our shoes to feel the soft grass between our toes. Of course, this was a calculated move by me because I always want to see what kind of feet a guy has. Most of the time a guy's feet are pretty rough looking, but occasionally there is the exception to the rule. Kevin was the exception, especially when you factor in his height. Tall people, men or women, usually have some funky feet!

Well, not too long after we removed our boots, Kevin did the same. I was now totally trying to make my way toward where he was standing. I had to see what he was working with!

I finally got close enough to take some peeks at this stud's feet. I was instantly in love with his big feet. I mean they were big; at least 13 or 14. They were perfect I tell you. His toes were all even and he had such an exquisite arch. When he walked through the grass, his stride made the arch reveal the most delicious sole wrinkles I have seen on a guy. You could just tell that they were so soft the way the sole made light crinkles over that huge area. The thing about big feet is, when they are really nice, there is that much more sole to lick, suck, and kiss...and that is exactly what I would jerk off to every time I got the chance!

Every day he would be out there barefoot playing Frisbee, and I would get as close as I could without being noticed. I guess I wasn't be as slick as I thought because I would be put on front street real soon.

I was in the same unit as him, so I would always see him in his flip-flops going to and from the shower. Again, when a person has some prize peds, the flip-flops are just the best thing since sliced bread! I had to look, but the peeks I was stealing in the day-room are what eventually got me caught. I remember the
last straw because I he had totally caught me in the most obvious drooling stare...the kind where you zone out on the thought of sucking on those gorgeous white soles.

He looked at me with that disgusted look that had "why the fuck are you staring at me feet you little fag" written all over it.

I was shittin bricks now because I figured he would tell everyone, and they would then know I was a foot fag. In the pen, there is no such thing as being bi. You are either strait or gay, and if you're looking at another guy’s feet then you are sicko fag. It seems as though liking feet puts you into a really sick status as a person, even though there are so many other likes out there that make foot fetishes seem as gentle as a light breeze. Later on in my life, though, I would find out just exactly why it leaves such a bad taste in people’s mouths even though they never lick, suck, or kiss a foot in their life.

The next day I noticed that he kept his boots on all day. I figured that he was just trying to rob of my perverted foot peeping. He actually had two purposes in mind, and I never considered the second one.

You see, the boots in prison can do a number on the way your feet smell. They would give that classic vinegar smell that everyone knows as the smell of feet, and feet only. I was about to become very up close and personal with that smell day after day for the rest of my sentence!

It was late in the evening of that day when Kevin came bursting into my room. I had a single cell, so it was the perfect place to teach this footboy a lesson about staring at a strait guy's feet. The situation was made even more helpless for me secondary to his build. He could have easily used a lot more physical force than he did when he punished me that day for being a sicko foot fag as he called me repeatedly through my service to him.

The instant he was through my door he grabbed me by the neck and squeezed super hard while he said, "Get on your knees you little bitch! After I'm done with you, you aren’t gonna even want to look sideways at my feet!" I thought he had come just to beat the crap out of me! I had no idea that he was gonna get more humiliating pleasure out of making me beg to suck, and lick his feet, but end up denying me all the above. He somehow knew exactly what he was doing. I figured he must have had to put a footboy down before for looking at his beautiful big feet. It seems that all tall, hung, and hot guys have a sixth sense when it comes to the jealousy of other men to them.

He growled at me to start unlacing his boots. I got so turned on thinking that he was gonna let me worship his warm, sweaty, and moist feet. No such luck. As soon as I got his boots and socks off, he laid on my bunk and said, "Get at the foot of your mattress and start smelling my stinky feet! You thought you were gonna get to lick my feet and suck my toes, but the only thing you're gonna do is kneel there and inhale the vapors from my nasty smelling toes!" I was about to try and just get a quick lick in when he kicked me in the face, and told me, "Don't even think about trying to put your tongue on my feet, or even try to get a little kiss! I will beat you silly and tell everyone in the unit what I did to you!"

I was being fucking tortured, and he knew it. I was kneeling there with these awesome big feet wanting to massage them with my tongue, but all I was allowed to do was smell the vinegar from the crease of his toes. I even begged him to let me show him how good I could make his feet feel, but he told me to just "shut the fuck up and smell feet you little queer freak!" He starting talking all kinds of trash to me about how pathetic I am, and how I probably had a tiny dick too! He asked me how it felt to be in such a fucked humiliating position, but it was rhetorical because he told me that I brought upon myself…which I did.

I had been kneeling there with my legs twitching and cramping for about 15 minutes when Kevin said, “You probably want to see how much bigger my dick is than yours, don’t you? I’ll bet my life that my cock is bigger soft then when you are hard as a rock!” I had hoped this wasn’t gonna come up because I was always so embarrassed about my dick. He was so right. His dick was even more than twice my size. It was not hard to tell with the shorts he wears in the gym that he was extremely well endowed. I could see his big cock and balls swing back and forth when he would play hoops. It was so fucking intoxicating and sexy. I was always made to show to guys that were porn quality studs in endowment. More often than not, I would get my mouth raped by a couple of guys shoving themselves in my mouth for the fact alone that my dick was like really small.

He started really rubbing his feet all over my face really aggressively. He was pushing so hard that I thought he was gonna break my nose! He told me, “I want to see an imprint of my foot on your face when I’m done, so I can look at you and laugh and know that you are little foot fag! Maybe I will tell some of my friends that those are my foot prints on your face, and let them come and do the same thing. What do you think about that you little looser? To tell the truth, I am actually getting kinda hard making you smell my feet! So tell me footboy, do you have a pathetic little weenie?”

I told him yes. There was no reason to lie because he was most likely going to make me show him anyway, so he could laugh at it and rub his feet even harder on my face. He told me, “Every guy I have caught looking at my feet has had a tiny dick! What is it with you freaks? It actually fits though…guys with little dicks SHOULD be at the feet of a big strong, well-hung man!”

Nothing could be closer than the truth. I have yet to meet a guy that likes feet like I do that doesn’t have a small dick.

His window of punishment for me was dwindling. Count would conducted soon, and we would all have to be in our cells. He says, “Show me your little weenie, and then I will show you what a real cock is! Hurry the fuck up too; you still have some smelling to do on my other foot. I think the next time I make you smell my feet, I am gonna jack off and come all over your face and then rub my feet all over and then let you lick my feet.”

I did as he commanded and pulled my prison greens down, and he didn’t laugh. He reached down and grabbed me by the neck again, and effortless moved me toward his crotch. Without a words notice, he pulled his massive semi-hard cock out and slapped me right across the face with it! “I know you want to suck this white boy’s dick, but that isn’t gonna happen foot-boy. The only thing you get to do is kiss it like a girl, right on the head. I’m sure that sensation and thought will linger in your mind forever, making you wonder what it would have been like!”, He said.

No sooner than I kissed the tip of his huge cock-head, he slapped cold across the face and told me to back at his feet. He started just slamming his soles into my face. He told me. “I wanna make sure you have to scramble to make up reasons why your face is all red and bruised. You will, though, always know that it was me that fucking put you in your place, and punished you for looking at my feet without my permission…not that I would have given to you anyway! After seeing you little dick, I don’t have to have any other reason to make you smell my feet and kiss my big dick whenever the fuck I want! Do you fucking understand me foot-bitch?”

He made me answer him by calling him sir, which made his dick get even bigger. When I got done putting his boots back on and lacing them up, the shoved me down to his boots and made me kiss them. “That’s the closest you get to kissing the tops of my feet! I want to be ready for me at this time every night because I am gonna make you smell my feet until you get paroled. We gotta a lot of down time here!” I had already thought of thought while he was mashing his soles and toes against my face and the acrid aroma of feet-vinegar went strait to my brain. I still had 4 months to go. This was gonna be pure hell having this hot stud not let me suck his feet or his big dick. I was his foot-smeller, and sometimes dick-kisser. This was the smell of prison for me.