by Foot Slave
Oh shit I thought, my face said it all and my dad knew exactly what I was thinking. “Haha you think my feet smell bad, I dread to think what Bud’s feet smell like after running all day in his footy boots, with no socks on.”
At that moment I heard the front door opening and knew it was my older brother Bud getting home from college football practice…
The front door slammed. Heavy footsteps could be heard walking into the lounge room where I was positioned in front of my dad’s sweaty feet continuing his foot rub. I looked up to see my older brother Bud standing in the entrance, his shaved blonde hair glistening with sweat. He was wearing a once white wife-beater that helped show off his wide dominate physique and dark football shorts allowing everyone a look at his tree trunk legs. I drifted my gaze lower and noticed his footy boots, covered in mud and bits of grass. Dad wasn’t lying either, Bud wasn’t wearing any socks underneath those boots.
Dad looked up with a sense of pride in his face, “Hey son, welcome home.” Bud was always dad’s favourite, he treated him like a prince, letting him do whatever he wanted and always supporting his life decisions. I on the other hand was always treated like trash. “Oi faggot, your brother just got home. Get your ass over there, kiss his boots and show him some respect!”
I started to stand up when I felt a massive thud on the top of my head that sent me flying back down. “Crawl to him, loser” was all I heard from my dad as I tried to orientate myself after the massive kick to the head. I reluctantly crawled towards Bud on my hands and knees and noticed the look on his face, he looked pissed off.
I slowly reached my brother crawling beneath him, his size 13 boots staring me in the face, they looked massive up close. I could feel a wave of heat surrounding him giving off a thick smell of sweat mixed with dirt. I hesitantly lowered my face closer to his boots when all of a sudden everything went black and I felt a sharp pain on the front of my face. When my vision slowly returned a few seconds later, I realised I was on my back staring up at the ceiling. “Did I give you permission to kiss my boots faggot?” Bud fumed as he stepped on me, making sure to dig his studs into me as he moved towards dad, who was laughing his ass off at my expense.
“Come sit down and relax son.” Dad gestured to Bud patting the empty recliner beside him.
“Thanks dad”, as Bud collapsed backwards onto his chair with an audible sigh, plopping his feet up as he extended the recliner. “I’m so tired and pissed off at coach making us train those extra hours. My feet are fucking killing me, I just wanna relax and take out my frustrations on this bitch here.” He said staring me directly in the eyes from across the room.
“No worries son, your worthless brother here is all yours tonight, do whatever you want to him just make sure he’s still breathing by the morning.” Dad kindly said to Bud with a smile on his face.
“Thanks dad” Bud said in appreciation. I was on the floor rolled to the side still disorientated from the kick to the face, about to cry from the pain and humiliation from the two men above me. I wanted it to end.
“What do you think you’re doing on the floor there dickhead? How do you expect me to relax here without a drink in my hand? Get in that kitchen and bring me my beer.” Bud demanded.
I slowly got up on my hands and knees and started to crawl to the kitchen, knowing I should not even attempt to get up. My head was still spinning as I staggered past the two gods above me.
“Hurry up!” Bud screamed, as he threw one of dad’s empty beer cans, hitting me again on the head. I yelped and used all my strength to rush to the kitchen with an awkward gallop.
Dad must have caught a whiff of Bud’s stench when he lifted his arm to throw the can at me because he made a comment while I was crawling back to the lounge room. “Phew Bud, you stink! Maybe you should take a shower and clean up. It might help you relax.” Dad always looked out for my brother’s best interest.
Bud lifted up his armpit and took a big whiff, “Yeah sorry dad, they smell pretty rank but I can’t be bothered taking a shower now that I’m settled here.” I crawled to Bud’s side and handed him his beer, he grabbed it out of my hand staring at me with a slight smirk on his face. “I’ll just get bitch boy here to clean them for me.”
As soon as he finished his sentence Bud grabbed me by the hair and yanked me towards his stinking armpit. I had no time to retaliate as my nose was pressed into his pit. “Yeah bro, take a big whiff of my pit stink” he ordered. They were ripe with sweat and I had no choice but to breathe in his stench, his strong grip keeping me in place. “Now, stick out that pussy tongue of yours and get cleaning.” I really didn’t want to obey but I had no other choice, I had already been hit and kicked for such small things. I didn’t want to know what he’d do to me if I refused. I stuck out my tongue and started to lick the salty sweat from his pit hair. Bud instantly started to moan with pleasure, “mmmm fuck yeah, you were definitely right dad, getting cleaned up really does help a guy relax. You really have to get this fags tongue on your pits one day.”
“Haha, sounds good son. I’ll be sure to get the bitch on mine the next time I come home from work.” Dad thought Bud’s idea was the greatest.
While they were talking, Bud pulled my hair back, shoved my face into his other pit and yelled, “Now the other one fag.” The smell of his other pit was as strong as the first and I furiously started to lick to try and get the event over with as quick as possible.
“Mmmm…Yeah dad trust me, it feels awesome. Make sure you don’t wear any deodorant though, make them nice and sweaty for the fag. He deserves to smell a real man’s stink.” Bud and Dad both laughed. They thought it was hysterical having me clean their pit sweat after a hard day.
When Bud was satisfied with my cleaning he yanked me off his pit, “Do you have something to say to me pit-face?” he asked.
I knew what he wanted to hear, especially from the previous scenario with dad. “Thank you Bud for letting me clean your pits, and licking your pit sweat.”
“Fag” was all he said as he forcefully threw me backwards onto the floor as I once again hit my head.
I don’t know whether it was from too many hits to the head or from the constant humiliation from the men above me, but I started to cry. Bud and Dad just looked at me. “Stop your crying faggot! Me and your brother work hard all day and deserve to be worshipped like this. It’s not our problem you’re pathetic. It’s your job to treat us like kings!”
“Aww don’t be so hard on the guy dad.” Bud strangely said in my defence. “Come here bro, don’t cry. Come to your big brother Bud.” He called me over, and I instinctively crawled up to him, he cradled my head and said softly, “Don’t cry bro, see we’re all family here”. Dad was giving strange looks to Bud.
For that split second I really thought Bud was acting like an older brother towards me, as I felt a strange comfort I hadn’t felt since mum was around. “Thanks bud”.
Bud slowly pulled me towards him, I could see his big blue eyes staring at me in a kindness I hadn’t seen in a while. His lips getting closer to mine. I closed my eyes not knowing what was going on but waiting for any form of love and compassion even if it was from my sadistic brother.
I was wrong.
In that instant Bud grabbed my hair and yanked it up. I opened my eyes and saw the sadistic face of my brother back again. He opened his mouth and let out a massive belch, spat on my face and threw me back onto the floor. “You stupid fag, do you really think a straight god like me would ever let you touch these lips? You’re lucky I even let you lick the sweat from my pits. Dumb faggot.”
Dad was in hysterics. “Hahaha nice one son, for a second there I thought you were being nice to the bitch.”
“No way dad, he’ll always be the slave of the family. Alright fag, enough messing around. It’s time to service these big sweaty dogs of mine” Bud ordered while shaking his boots side to side.
Dad interrupted. “No offence son but I don’t want to be around once those boots come off. I’m gonna head off to bed.”
“Haha, no worries dad. Go relax, I’ll make sure the fag has a great night tonight.”
Dad started to get up off his recliner. “Bitch didn’t you hear me? I said I’m going to bed, get over here, peel my socks off and kiss my feet goodnight.” I crawled over to dad and rolled his sweaty socks off his feet, they still had a sweaty smell to them even after a few hours out of his boots. “Start kissing faggot.” I started planting kisses on the top of my dad’s feet. “By the way my bare feet still need cleaning before work. Be in my room tomorrow morning at 4am. If you are even 1 minute late… Well let’s just say you don’t wanna know what will happen then.” As I kissed my dad’s feet goodnight he walked off towards his room. I made a mental note to wake up at least half an hour before 4am, I didn’t want to be treated any worse than I already had been.
“Alright fag, it’s time to get to work. Crawl over here and kneel in front of my boots.” I did as I was told, while crawling over to Bud’s feet I began to imagine how sweaty his feet must be encased in those footy boots with no socks. He must have noticed my look of concern because he laughed and made a comment. “Haha, that’s right fag, just wiggling my toes in these boots I can feel just how sweaty they are. There’s heaps of sweat and crud in there for you to enjoy all night, hahaha.”
I kneeled in front of Bud’s dirty footy boots. “Ok first you’re going to start by licking all the dirt and grass off of my boots, while I sit here and relax.” He commanded while switching over the channel on the TV. I just stared at his boots, not wanting any of this, realising just how similar these two men were. I quickly snapped out of my daze not wanting another beating to the head and franticly started licking the soles and studs of Bud’s boots. They felt warm on my tongue and tasted like dirt. I could feel bits of grass and debris in my mouth. “Swallow everything”, was all Bud said not peeling an eye off the TV. I sat there for what felt like an hour licking away at my brother’s boots, my mouth becoming so dry that it started to hurt. I made a whimpering sound that made Bud turn, “You’re such a worthless faggot, you know that right? Can’t even keep quiet when I give you a simple task to do.” I kept licking holding in all sounds of pain.
After another few minutes Bud’s dirt covered boots were shining like new again. “Alright fag, it’s time to give these bad boys some air.” He smirked shaking his feet. I leaned back instinctively knowing how bad they were going to smell. “Uh uh uh faggot, you ain’t going anywhere”. He looked around the room and spotted something with a smile, “give me dad’s socks.” I reached over to the end of dad’s recliner and grabbed his socks that I removed earlier and handed them to Bud. He shoved them in my face. They still had a strong smell to them and I scrunched my face. “Ha, you think these smell bad? You just wait.”
Bud grabbed my arms with full strength and started to tie my hands under the end of his recliner. I sat there with a beaten expression on my face, Bud smiled at me said, “Just making sure you don’t even think about trying to get away.”
The way Bud tied me down, forced my chin to rest at the end of the recliner mere centimetres away from his boots. Bud lied back on his recliner and rested his hands behind his head, knowing full well that I had no way of escaping. “Ready faggot?” He mockingly asked, as he lifted his left boot above his right and started to pry his boot off ever so slowly. His left boot started to come loose and the heel of his foot escaped with a wet slurp sound no doubt from the amount of sweat he had encased in there. The smell even from a small amount of his heel showing was intense, it had an overpowering sweaty vinegar smell that hit me in the back of my nose. It was too strong for me to handle and I tried to push back with all my might shaking the recliner in a desperate struggle, all for nothing, I was stuck.
“Please Bud, please let me go, your feet stink so bad. I can’t take it.” I pleaded with my brother.
“Hahaha. You deserve this faggot. You deserve to sniff my sweaty rank feet, you know why? Because you’re worthless and I am the one in control here. My feet are superior to you and that’s why you are there on the floor beneath them.” Bud stared me straight in the eyes with a cold look of power and I knew I could do nothing.
With saying that Bud pried his left boot off with great force it landed with a thud on the floor next to me, he immediately did the same to the right and it also fell to the ground.
There they were. His sweaty, stinking rank feet. Directly in front of my face. They glistened in the light and were enormous.
I held my breath not wanting any of this. Bud on the other hand took a huge breath in. “Phew, this is the sweatiest they’ve ever been, I’m glad you’re the one down there, they stink.” He saw me holding my breath and told me to breathe.
I don’t and he kicked my face, “Breathe!” I felt my face wet with sweat from the quick kick but I still didn’t breathe. He kicked me again harder, “I said breathe faggot!” My nose was in so much pain and felt broken, I didn’t want to breathe but I didn’t want another kick to the face. In the end I gave up.
I drew in a quick breath and started gagging at the stench.
Bud was in stitches laughing at me from above. “Hahah faggot, yeah breathe deeper, get all that foot stink into your lungs.” I continued to breathe in the smell from his sweaty feet, trying not to cough and gag.
“Bud, please. They smell so bad” I pleaded with my big brother.
“It’s your fault they stink this bad in the first place for not having my socks ready for me in the morning, so the way I look at it, you deserve to have them in your face.” As he said this he pushed his feet directly into my face and grinded them up and down. “Yeeeah bitch, take my stench.”
Bud continued to assault my face for what felt like an eternity when he pulled his feet back. “Alright fag… Lick them clean.”
“Please..no Bud! Not this.” I begged.
Bud was not amused at my refusal. He lowered his feet so his toes were directly under my nose and fanned them out. The stink from his toe jam was intense and I started to cry uncontrollably. Bud started laughing, wiggling his toes with great speed so more stench would waft up my nose.
“Hahaha you are such a useless faggot! Crying like a baby. Can’t even handle your big brothers foot stink. What are you even good for? Nothing that’s what. That’s why mum left you here and didn’t take you with her, she knew I’d be fine because I was dad’s favourite. She didn’t care what happened to you, you know why? Because you are worthless and no one cares about you. You’re lucky me and dad let you worship our stinking feet otherwise you would have no reason to exist. Now do the only thing that you were meant to do in this life and lick your big brother’s sweaty feet.”
I stopped crying. I was shocked at everything Bud had said but something inside me was telling me that it was all true. I don’t know if it was from the continuous abuse from my father and brother over the past few months but whatever it was, it made me believe everything my brother was saying.
I was worthless. That’s why mum left me here… Alone… With them. I deserved this.
At that moment something inside me broke and I gave up fighting. I stuck out my tongue and proceeded to lick my brother’s salty foot sweat from his stinky feet like it was the only thing left to do in my life.
“Fuck yeah faggot, now you’ve got it. Lick my filthy feet clean… Yeeeah get in between those toes and eat up all my toe jam. Show your big brother Bud that you are his.”
I did as I was told, no complaints, no pleading. From that moment on I didn’t even feel human, I was a thing for my father and brother to use, to degrade and abuse as they see fit. I continued to lick my brother’s feet clean, in between his toes and under his toenails. They tasted horrible but I deserved it.
Bud eventually fell asleep with his still stinking feet in my face.
I stopped licking his feet and lay there, thinking about my life and how it once was. What I had become to my dad and brother. I eventually fall asleep as well.
*Buzz Buzz Buzz*…I wake up from the alarm in my dad’s room. I open my eyes, Bud’s feet were still in my face and still stunk of foot sweat even after me licking them profusely. I felt groggy and slowly turned my head to see the clock.
4:01am...oh shit…I recall Dad word for word… “Be in my room tomorrow morning at 4am. If you are even 1 minute late… Well let’s just say you don’t wanna know what will happen then.”
Dad’s feet…I tried to lift myself up but fell back down. Realizing I am still tied to the recliner…
I was stuck… I was dead.
