Humiliated
By My Friend's Feet
by Seth
Jones
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My
friend Brad is 22, 5'11, slender build, with amazing size 11 feet.
I'm 23, 6'2" also slender with nice size 12 feet. I've had
a huge foot fetish ever since I was a kid, but have always been
very discreet. I've known Brad since middle school and have seen
his feet quite a few times. He's slept over at my house before and
I've always been tempted to sniff his dirty socks or even just smell
his tennis shoes while he's asleep but never had the courage. Last
weekend, my life completely changed in a way I still cannot believe...
Me and Brad were both home from college for the weekend and decided
to get together. He came over to my house and we hung out for most
of the day. That night we were kinda settling in and getting ready
to go to sleep like we had tons of times before. We had both already
kicked our shoes off down in the basement and were headed upstairs
to my bedroom where there is my twin bed and a fouton right across
from it. Once we got in my room we notice the fouton is missing.
I ask my parents and they tell me to check with my sister because
she had her friends come over while we were in the basement. So,
I check in her room and sure enough there is my fouton covered with
teenage girls. Brad also sees the situation and says to me "don't
sweat it man, you'll be ok sleeping on the floor for one night."
I laughed and was like yea right I'm not sleeping on the floor in
my own house. I ran into the bathroom for a second to piss and walked
down the hall to my room expecting to find Brad sprawled out on
the floor...But, instead I find him laying on his stomach sprawled
out over MY bed.
He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, blue athletic shorts, and white
ankle socks (the soles looked worn down and dirty from where he
had been walking around in socks earlier). I have to admit seeing
his dirty socked feet sprawled out on MY OWN bed got my heart pounding.
His feet are seriously PERFECT! I'd never touched them before but
they always look very smooth and well manicured, with tan tops and
very pale, smooth, narrow soles with just the right amount of wrinkles.
Anyway, I decided I couldn't help myself...I had to touch his hot
feet and this was the perfect opportunity. I walked up to the bed,
reached out and grabbed him by the ankles to pull him off the bed.
He immediately kicked his feet and tried to wiggle loose. My right
hand kept a firm, tight grip on his right ankle but my left hand
slipped off and I regripped the middle of his socked foot. When
I pulled, to get him off the bed, his left sock came off exposing
his perfect. bare. sole. I then grabbed his bare ankle and pulled
him off the bed finally. What happened next caused me to be the
most humiliated I've ever been in my life!
With me standing above him on the floor, he reached up and grabbed
both of my knees bending them forward and pushing me back. He quickly
crawled on top of me and straddled my chest. He pinned my arms back
behind my head and looked down at me. I viciously squirmed and flailed
my legs trying to work myself out to no avail. I finally lay still
and realize I can't wiggle free. He scoots up a little on my chest
to better his dominating position on top of me.
I could feel the sides of his feet encapsulating my rib cage. As
I lay still and realize I'm not going anywhere, I look up and finally
make eye contact with Brad looking down at me with a smirk. He looked
me right in the eye and said "I got you, dude." I felt
like such a loser being pinned down in my own bedroom but at the
same time it was so hot feeling so helpless with his feet up against
my sides.
I was starting to feel uncomfortable with the situation and how
turned on I was becoming. I didn't want him to notice I was getting
hard. "Alright dude you got me," I said embarraced. Then
Brad said "Well since I just owned you and you seem to like
it down here on the floor so much, I think you should sleep on the
floor tonight." I was so helpless at that point the floor would
have been my rightful place for the night but then an idea hit me...we
could sleep foot to face, something I'd always wanted to do. "Fine,
I'll share the bed with you" I told him. "No way dude,
that's gay" he replied. "We'll sleep feet to face dude,
just get off me" I pleaded as he still had me pinned.
I was not prepared for what was about to happen. He then took off
his other sock and playfully held it over my face and said "you
can smell this all night haha" and just laughed down at me.
I squirmed more and tried my best to act disgusted but his sock
smelled amazing! "Let me up!!" I pleaded. Finally, he
stood up and I immediately turned over on my stomach to hide my
boner. But he wasn't done torturing me yet. Then, he stood on my
back with his bare feet as I just layed still on the floor. Then
he walked over to my head and his feet were like right next to my
face! He then rested his bare foot on the back of my head and was
practically victory posing on me. I continued to lay quietly on
my stomach, beaten, and totally humiliated and degraded in my own
bedroom at the feet of one of my best friends.
Finally, I crawled into bed while he went to the bathroom. He came
in and laid down opposite of my so his feet were right next to my
face. I couldn't resist so I had to tickle his foot and in turn
he slapped me right in the front of the face with his perfect bare
sole. When he finally went to sleep I turned my head facing his
feet and went to sleep to the musky smell of his hot, superior feet
resting right next to my pillow.
Of course I tossed and turned throughout the night and ended up
using his bare soles as a pillow several times.
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