by Shaun
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Within the small town of Verona, a festering hate between two families was present. This hate was centuries old, and showed no sign of ending, especially with the constant street brawls between the young boys from the two opposing families - Romeo Montague, and Julias Capulet. As they grew up, they were influenced by their parents to hate each other, and knew no other feelings for each other. One night, the Capulets decided to hold a large 'mask' party of which Romeo, and relatives / friends Benvolio and Mercutio were not invited, but attended anyhow. Upon the dance floor, Julias recognised Romeo beneath his mask at the other end of the room, and after the dance had finished, seeked him out. He pulled him outside the mansion, and demanded to know why he was here. What an insult to the Capulets, to have a Montague attend their party. Tempers rose, and they ended up in a full throttle fight, throwing large punches and kicks at one another. Julias bet Romeo to the ground, and brought his foot down hard on Romeo's chest. Romeo groaned, and tried to conceal his bulge in his pants, for little did Julias realise that Romeo had a male foot fetish. Romeo felt strange underfoot of his arch enemy, but soon came to realise that his feelings for Julias were no longer of hate, but of lust, to be stood on by him, and to worship his feet. While all these thoughts were running through Romeo's head, Julias was having mixed feelings as well. He was know standing on top of Romeo's chest and was trying to conceal the bulge in his pants by turning away from Romeo's head.
Julias was enjoying the feel of Romeo rocking to and fro beneath him, and wasn't about to let up. His pants were getting a bit wet, as he thought about what it would feel like to be trampled by Romeo, and to smell his feet. Julias continued to trample Romeo, and as he made his way down the limp body, he stood on the rock-hard crotch. Amazed, Julias spun around to see Romeo grinning up at him. By now, Romeo had noticed Julias' hard on, and knew that he was enjoying it as much as himself. It appeared that the boys only love had sprung from their only hate. As the night progressed, Romeo got up and had his turn at trampling Julias. They continued like this until the early hours, with truly crushed bodies from the exciting trample sessions. Parting was such sweet sorrow, but the boys knew they had no choice if they wanted to keep this to themselves. Each night for the next few days Romeo and Julias met up in the Capulets orchard, where much more trampling was endured, and foot worship experimented with.
One particular night, Romeo was lying back while Julias was working on his feet, massaging and licking them. Romeo then decided it was time to start trampling Julias, so he got up, and stood on top of him. They had developed a pattern. When it came to trampling, each boy would continously walk up and down the other body, including the head, until either person had had enough, (which was usually the trampler). On this particular occasion, Romeo was walking up Julias and stood full weight on his face, as per usual. He moved around 180 degrees and headed back down the body, making sure all body parts endured some wieght. On his way back up he was thinking what parts hadn't actually been stood on, and he arrived to the conclusion that Julias' throat had not been touched. So he stood full weight on that with one foot, then placed the other on Julias' face. Julias was excited by the new position, yet unable to breathe, and soon slipped into a state of unconsciousness.
It did not take long for Romeo to realise something was wrong, so he jumped off and held his hand to Julias' mouth. No breath. What had he done?! Romeo had a great thing going here, but no longer. Romeo was distraught, and waited a long time for a miracle to happen, and that his Julias might be brought back to him. But this did not happen. Romeo decided that he would rather be dead than live without Julias, and so pulled his happy dagger from its sheath, and killed himself. As an ironic twist of fate, Julias arose from his unconsciousness and saw Romeo dead, beside him. The pain of this was too much to bear, and seeing how Romeo had killed himself, Julias pulled the dagger from Romeo's chest, and planted it in his own. Such a sudden turn evil, after a large dose of good. For never was there a story of more woe, than Julias and his Romeo.
