by Bill Patrick
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Bob had always been a smart businessman.
He had an eye for a lucrative deal and when he purchased the old funhouse at a local lake resort, he knew he had made a life changing decision. Bob worked hard at restoring the old carnival relic making a few minor changes here and there. You see, Bob had a penchant for getting walked on by other men and he saw his newly acquired funhouse as just the way to get underfoot, so to speak.
Bob ripped up the old floor boards at a section of a narrow walkway and resurfaced the floor so that he could have a secret compartment for his body and face to be exposed to the bottoms of the many trampling feet and still be level with the floor to go unnoticed.
The second incident was an experience for Bob that he will never in this lifetime forget was when he sent an invitation to the physical education department of a nearby college for a free afternoon at his funhouse. The department had been staying at a campground nearby since Thursday and was now ready to burn off some energy and have some fun. There were no showers at the camp so none of the guys had actually washed his feet for more than 48 hours!
Bob had always dreamed of being crushed under the sweaty, unwashed feet of young guys--and now his dream was actually coming true! As Bob lay there in the blackness, down in the scent of sawdust, he became tenser then he had ever been. The guys were all crowding into the entrance of the funhouse and some were no doubt kicking off their hiking boots, sneakers and sandals.
Some still wore the same socks that they had put on fresh the day they left for camp which were now anything but fresh! Few guys had bothered to change their socks or wash their feet and the thought of what was about to come pounding down on his face and body made Bob fearful…but so excited!
They were going to make hamburger out of him he thought! Bob could hear the loud laughter and yells of the young men as they stumbled their way toward him in the dark. He began to think that with so many guys he might somehow not make it? The thumping and trampling of scores of feet coming toward him in the inky darkness. Oh no! Bob envisioned his face as steak and their feet as the meat tenderizers!
Would his face be able to take the punishing soles of this many guys? He had watched them through the window as they arrived and looked from their faces to their feet…one by one as they got off the bus. Bob got more and more flushed looking at their big feet. He noticed that some of them were big, athletic looking guys who no doubt weighed close to 180 pounds. For a moment he thought of getting out of their way...scurrying away like a cockroach before he got splattered into the ground, but when he heard how sexy their voices sounded as they drew nearer, he got a terrible hard on.
Then, as a spontaneous reaction to his excitement, he turned on the haunted mansion music and ran along the darkened hallway laying down in the hollowed out area he had created in the floor. He pulled his cock out of his pants thinking that he might somehow rub himself as they walked on him. Even in the inky blackness Bob knew when the guys in the lead reached his place.
" What's this?" one guy said, as he stood on the first carpet roll that Bob had set out. He sounded young, but his shadow looked quite tall. Bob's heart was pounding. The voices of many young guys answered him, "Go on." "Keep going." But he stayed where he was. Then Bob felt the carpet roll depress further and further. God, he thought, how many guys are standing on the carpet roll alongside of me? Looking up through the dark Bob thought he saw the shadows of four guys, perhaps five, all in a row looming above him. He could see the combined outlines of their hot, muscular bodies directly over him.
" Go on!” said one of the guys standing over him. Bob trembled in anticipation, bracing himself, tightening his stomach muscles, and forcing his chin down tightly over his breastbone. The first guy to step forward was far to one side, not on the usual path; in fact Bob was looking straight up at him. From his position down between the carpet rolls his silhouette seemed to tower over him making the jock look like a giant. Then, before Bob realized what was happening, he took the first step.
To his horror, Bob felt the warm, fuzzy sole of the guy's socked foot come down on his face! He didn't know what to do but lie very still. The bottom of the guy's foot felt large and heavy, probably about a size eleven. The foot sank into Bob’s cheek and the toes covered Bob’s nose…he inhaled…smelling the strong, stench of two day old socks! The guy pressed down quite hard on Bob’s nose, bloodying the inside of his lip as it was cut on his teeth. Then the foot was gone…leaving only a film of sweat on Bob’s cheek. The next guy’s foot hovered over Bob’s nose and he smelled the tangy odor of old sweaty socks. The ball of the guy’s foot pressed down on the tip of Bob’s nose…and stopped.
But he wasn't stepping down--he was feeling around with his foot, so he waited as Bob watched the wide foot move around an inch from his eyes--then, without his expecting it, another guy heavily stepped onto his stomach--the shock of feeling a foot on his face had caused him to relax his stomach muscles without meaning to--"Oh, gross," the guy stepping onto his stomach said, "The floor is mushy!"--then the large, wet sole hovering over his face crashed down with enormous pressure as the guy stood on his face with his full weight. As Bob's nose flattened to one side he saw stars and moaned quietly beneath the guy's merciless foot.
When he moaned, the guy crushing the hell out of his face laughed at the vibration, lifted up his foot and stepped down again on Bob's nose saying, "Hey, it has sound effects, too!" Bob moaned again as if on cue as the smelly, dark shape lifted momentarily then came crashing down again on the bridge of his nose causing hid eyes to water.
He jokingly said, "This is soooo scary, come on"--then all the guys proceeded forward--many damp, muscular and extremely smelly soles trampled over him crushing the air out of
him--someone kicked his exposed cock as he passed by--it ached--a guy stepped on his chest then moving forward sank his heel in the center of his forehead on his next step.
Two guys on his stomach ground their huge soles into him and laughed, ”Oh, this is cool!"--Bob turned his face to one side just in time for another, heavier guy to step on his head--he crushed his ear under his heel causing the other side of his face to be mashed into the hard floor beneath his weight--another guy walked over his crotch--followed by another who actually pushed Bob's hard cock down under his booted foot squashing it almost flat.
Bob wanted to cry out as another stepped on his stomach saying, "Bouncy!" and proceeded to hop up and down on him. "My turn!” a deep, male voice said he also climbed on and bounced as well. These guys had blocked the main path for the others who then began to go around them, laughing and shaking their heads. Because of this, a young Latino guy casually brought his foot down onto Bob's cock but, unlike the first guy to do so, stepped down between his legs forcing the head of his cock onto the hard floor where he then stepped on it with the soft, flesh of his dirty, bare sole.
The crush under the heavy foot was so severe that Bob thought he could feel the head of his cock burst from its skin. His mouth opened but his silent scream was covered over by someone else, who, at that very moment, stepped right onto Bob's open mouth with his large socked foot. The man had a very deep voice and Bob knew instinctively that he was one of their coaches! The man who had brought all these young guys here to make this torture session a reality. The coach had thoughtfully removed his muddy cleats before entering the funhouse and stepped down on Bob's upturned face with a pair of well-worn soccer socks. The large ball of the man’s foot sank into Bob’s widened mouth and his sweaty toes splayed cruelly across Bob's nose. The aroma of his stinky, sweaty feet filled Bob's senses as he gasped for air through his nostrils.
The coach, having no idea what he was standing on, added more pressure with the ball of his foot, splitting the corners slightly of Bob’s open mouth! Bob prayed silently that his front teeth wouldn’t get knocked out. This hurt like Hell and as Bob looked up at the darkened, shadow of the man who was now squashing him firmly into the floor he now believed he was going to die under this foot. Bob’s pink tongue found the sweaty, gummy sock now occupying half his mouth and he subserviently ran it along the filthy material. The taste of the man’s foot filled Bob’s mouth and he compounded this by deeply inhaling the aroma underneath the toes.
Finally, the foot pushed off Bob’s face only to be replaced by another stepping heavily on his head mashing his face into the floor--followed by another, and another who was so heavy that he thought his skull would burst--he walked over his head quite slowly, trying to keep his balance, and after he stepped off of him his ears were ringing--two more walked over his injured cock which was still hard even though it throbbed with pain--another guy stepped down on his crotch forcing his cock upright where it rubbed against the leather of his boot--as he felt this happen another guy walked on his head rolling it under his big, crushing foot making his ears ring louder--a second guy stopped and stood on him, standing directly on his crotch--pinning his upright cock between his bare ankle and the leather boot of the guy standing next to him.
" What's that?" he asked as he moved his foot back and forth, crushing his balls sadistically under his big heel but causing his cock to get quickly rubbed between the two guys’ feet.
Another guy who made his way around his buddies planted his big, foot directly on Bob's face, wearing only a thin flip flop on his bare foot. Bob stared wide-eyed at the guy's ankle then slowly worked his way up his muscular leg. His nose was less than an inch from the guy's sweaty toes and Bob could smell them! As he stared in terror at the crushing foot, the faint taste of blood in his mouth, Bob felt the cleats of a second coach on his aching body. Bob unloaded his come with a great squirt all over the hot boot currently reshaping his left nut.
Bob moaned pathetically beneath the dusty flip-flop, his mouth crushed shut as he breathed in the sexy aroma of the young jock's smelly toes.
