by Kyle
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Chapter 1
I had decided it would be fun to drive up to the cabin I had recently purchased to spend my vacation. It was in a rather secluded spot well off the main road. It left me time to spend by myself away from the rest of the world ... or at least I thought it would. I arrived Friday evening and quickly moved all of my luggage in. The place had the bare necessities so I had to bring quite a bit of stuff.
After setting up my living space I decided it was time to turn in for the night. It was about midnight when the storms hit. Lightning and thunder like I had never seen before. It awoke me from my slumber, not to mention the loud knocking on the front door. I got up very cautiously and grabbed the hunting rifle I kept just as protection as I headed towards the door. I peaked out the window to see two college age boys standing on my doorstep. One of them was holding his friend up as if he had hurt his ankle pretty badly. I answered the door and got the whole explanation.
"What can I do for you" I asked.
"Thank god, you have got to help us! Me and my friend were out here camping with a group of friends for the week and he sprained his ankle pretty badly while we were hiking back to our campground. I think our friends may have left without us. We don't have anywhere to go. Could we please come in and spend the night." The young man pleaded as either tears or sweat rolled down his face perhaps it was raindrops.
I decided it would be best to help these two young lads out and let them in. I helped the young man and his friend to the couch. His friend was in obvious pain. The whole time I kept thinking that the uninjured guy looked vaguely familiar.
"Those are some friends you've got. I mean leaving without you and all."
"I know, they can be real assholes. But then again we did the same thing to them on several occasions. By the way my name is Tim. Tim Krischoff. This is my friend Brad Weiland" He said as he held out his hand.
"I cant believe this! Did you have an older brother named Steve that went to St. Mary's high school ... I think he played football?" I asked.
"Yes I did. Do you know him?" Tim asked
"Yes we were in the same class, my name Marc Keenan. In fact I vaguely remember you. You were only about two years younger and I think you were on the team as well."
"I was on the team, geez this is a small world. I am sorry but I don't remember you. Were you and my brother friends?" Tim asked.
"Well no not really. I was sort of unpopular in high school. Sort of a bookworm type you know?"
"Oh that might explain it." Tim said.
I stared at him noticing how much he looked like his older brother. Blond hair, blue eyes, cute face, tan complexion, and no doubt a great muscular physique that showed underneath his soaked-through T-shirt.
" Here we are rambling on and your friend Brad is dying. We probably should get that leg elevated." I said trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about.
"I wonder if he broke it." Tim said as Brad moaned in pain.
" I don't know, we better take off his hiking boot and find out. Here grab his leg and hold it up and I will take his boot off." I could not believe my luck. I was pulling the boot off a hot stud with his friend sitting just inches away. I just wondered what I could get away with next.
I removed Brads boot as he continued to moan in pain. He was wearing a dirty sweaty black Nike sock underneath his boot. I could not believe the smell. I went ahead and took off his other boot and placed both of his feet up on a chair that was sitting across from him. I started to feel around his ankle to see if I could detect a break. I did not really know what I was doing but they did not have to know that. Besides I was having the time of my life. "I better remove his socks and get a better look."
"Dude do you know what your doing?" Brad asked as he winced in pain.
"Yeah man you probably should not fool with it if you don't know what your doing." Tim chimed in.
"Don't worry guys. I am a physical therapist. I know when things like this are broken and when they just need time to heal." I said continuing to lie through my teeth. "Well as far as I can tell nothing is broken but you have got a severe sprain. You will probably have to stay off it for awhile, maybe a couple days."
"A couple of days! How the hell are we suppose to stay here for a couple of days?" Brad said in an irritated tone.
"Don't worry Brad, I can just call back to town and tell the guys we're fine. Besides I practically know Marc here and I am sure he would not turn us out. Isn't that right Marc?" He had developed a rather demanding tone.
"No don't be ridiculous guys. In fact if you want to you can use the phone its right in the kitchen." I said trying to be as considerate a host as possible.
"Thanks man, we appreciate your hospitality." Tim said as he got up to use the phone.
When he walked into the kitchen I took an opportunity to stuff one of those black Nike socks into my pocket while Brad sat with his eyes closed. " Do you mind if it is a long distance call. I would like to call my brother too. He will probably wonder where I am if I am not home by Monday?" Tim said.
"Sure, go ahead. Most calls out here are long distance anyways." I said as I thought about the fun I would have later tonight with that black Nike sock in my back pocket. I sat with Brad as I heard Tim talking on the phone cussing out his friends who had presumably made it back to town hours ago. After about ten minutes I decided to go to the kitchen for some ice.
Tim now had a more pleasant demeanor as he talked to who I assumed was his brother. "You have got to be kidding! I don't believe it! He really did--".
He stopped his conversation as I entered the kitchen. " I am sorry for interrupting but I thought Brad might like and ice pack for that ankle." I said, wondering why he had halted his conversation so suddenly.
"Oh yeah, good idea dude." Tim said. As I constructed a makeshift ice pack I saw Tim smiling as he talked to his brother. I returned to the living room and placed the ice pack on Brads bad ankle. Tim showed up moments later and stared down at his watch "I cant believe it my watch says it is 3 AM. Can that be right?"
"That's what I have too. We should probably turn in and decide what to do tomorrow. Lets move Brad to the bedroom first." I said.
"This is really nice what your doing for us. I mean especially after some of the things my brother did to you in high school." Tim said.
"What do you mean? I thought you did not remember me?" I asked.
"Well he sort of told me over the phone while I was talking to him. He just wanted to apologize for everything he did but was sort of embarrassed." Tim said.
"That's all right! It was well over five years ago. Forgive and forget is what I like to say."
We both began to pick up one end of Brad and move him into the bedroom. I began to think about Steve. He was pretty cruel to me in high school. Throwing my books out into the street while cars ran them over, flushing my head in the toilet ... beating me to a bloody pulp. The thing I will always remember the most are his feet and how he would plunge them in my face while his friends held me down. I could not help but wonder if Steve had mentioned any of the forced foot smelling episodes to his brother.
"Well I suppose you can take the couch out front." I said trying to once again be hospitable.
"Oh no, I better just spread my pack out on the floor in here. That way if Brad needs me I wont be far away." Tim said.
"All right if you insist. Their are some extra blankets in the closet if you need them, and I guess I will see you in the morning."
"Sure, and thanks again. We could have died out there. I promise we will pay you back." Tim said with what I thought was an unusual--almost evil smile on his face.
Chapter 2
That night was quite a night for me. I laid in the front room of the cabin and held Brads sock close to my face. It had a very pungent yet pleasant aroma. I was rock hard and shot several loads. In fact I must have fell asleep with it on my pillow right next to me. The next morning I was awakened by a foot nudging me in the stomach. I awoke suddenly fearing that Brads sock might be on my pillow. It was not. However Tim's dirty white socked foot was now about a foot away from my face.
"Time to get up. We have got a surprise for you." Tim said as he insisted I follow him into my bedroom. Their stood Brad. He was on his feet again and was being held up by a wooden cane.
"I don't believe how much the swelling went down! Where did you guys get that cane?" I asked in astonishment.
"It was in the closet. Pretty convenient huh?" Tim said. "How does it feel?" I asked
"Pretty good! I took a couple of aspirin last night. I hope you don't mind."
"No, don't be silly! The important thing is that your feeling better." I said
"Their is more good news, my brother is coming to pick us up. He won't be able to get here until tomorrow afternoon after his softball game. But still he will be here tomorrow. You two will have a chance to catch up on old times." Tim said with a big grin on his face
"Well like I said before Tim, we were not really friends in high school." I reminded him about me being sort of a nerd
"Don't be silly Marc, that was almost five years ago. Besides none of that shit you do to people in high school means anything. I doubt he even remembers most of it." Tim said.
"Maybe your right. So how is Steve doing? What is he up to these days?" I asked trying to sound interested. "Well actually he is a personal trainer at the local gym." Tim said.
"That sounds like a perfect job for Steve. He was always in great shape." I said trying to sound encouraging.
"Yeah he likes it but it does not pay very much. That and he can work up a pretty big sweat. In fact you would not believe how bad his feet stink when he kicks his shoes off after coming home from work." Tim said with a little smile on his face.
Believe me I know buddy. I was under those feet many times after gym class. I thought in the back of my mind. "I can imagine. Doesn't he use the showers at the gym?" I asked
"Are you kidding? With all the perverts out their. The first week he worked there he had two shirts, three pairs of underwear, one pair of shorts, and all five pairs of socks stolen. Their are some real perverts just looking for that kind of stuff. So Steve has to bring his gear home and wash it." Tim said.
I was becoming a bit uncomfortable with the conversation. Was Tim trying to draw me into a mistake? I decided to change the subject. "That is too bad. So what do you guys have planned for today?" I asked.
"Well are their any stores close to here? I feel like we owe you some thing for all you have done for us. I thought we would prepare a nice dinner."
"That's nice fellas but you are not going to find much around here. Their is a small general store along the road at the end of my driveway. I think they only sell packaged foods." I said.
"Well we will think of something. Wont we Brad?" Tim asked seeming very confident.
"Yeah sure Tim!" Brad said.
"Now how far up the road is this place? About two or three miles?" Tim asked.
"Yeah but why don't I give you guys a lift in my truck?" I offered.
"That would just ruin the surprise. Besides I think what Brad needs is some exercise on that ankle. Right Brad?" Tim asked
"Sure!" Brad said.
I argued that it might not be a good idea but they ignored me and left. This gave me a perfect time to snoop. I know this sounds pretty unethical but I wanted to know more about these guys. I opened Tim's pack and found lots of dirty clothing. It was great! Tim wore the same black Nike socks as Brad. His were deep in his pack. I decided to do the fellas a favor and wash their clothes. I got out the wash basin, soap and everything else I would need and began to go to it. It was cleaning the old fashioned way. Just a lot of scrubbing. Needless to say the water was pretty dirty after I finished scrubbing all of their clothing including their socks. I made a makeshift clothesline right over one of the heating vents and hoped the clothes would dry fairly quickly.
The fellas arrived back a couple of hours later. They were pretty surprised that I had washed their clothes, especially their socks. I could not believe it. Was it another trap? It was about two o'clock when we ate lunch. I had brought some bread and lunch meat and we all had a sandwich. About an hour after that Tim decided he was going to exercise. It was fun watching this amazing athlete go through each of his exercises. He had taken off his shirt to and I also got a glimpse of his amazing physique. Tim sure had grown up since I last saw him. I made a comment that his brother must have got him a free membership at the gym. He assured me that most of the hard work was done at the schools gym. We talked about where he was going to school, his plans after college and a lot of other stuff after his workout. He sat on the couch next to me. I could smell his sweat and was trying to control a hard-on.
Chapter 3
It was not long before Tim and Brad started dinner. Tim kept telling me he had another big surprise for me although I could see he was making spaghetti. All I knew was that he was making about twice as much as we needed. I did not say anything. It was getting close to dinner time when their was a knock on the door. I wondered who it could be. We were not expecting anyone. I got up and walked to the door when I was cut off by Tim.
"Wait a minute! This is part of your surprise. So close your eyes" Tim said. I thought the whole thing was sort of childish but I played along. After about a minute of this I opened my eyes to my worst nightmare. It was my high school tormentor, Steve.
Steve, Tim's brother had come a day early. He was in his dirty baseball uniform but still looked better than ever. He had brought along Jeff Maynard who I also went to high school with, and who also tormented me. I probably over exaggerated but I stood their speechless.
"Marc, snap out of it buddy. Its me Steve Krischoff." Steve said.
"Steve! I cant believe it. We just weren't expecting you today." I said with what must have been a look of shock on my face.
"Well we decided to surprise you. I thought I would come by for dinner and we could talk about old times. You know back in our wild and crazy high school days." Steve said with and evil grin on his face.
My stomach was suddenly upset. "But how did you know where I live?" I asked still in shock
"Well, I am responsible for that. We asked the guy at the store this morning and he let us use his phone. So we called Steve up and here he is." Brad said as he stirred the pasta in the kitchen. Steve was even bigger and more muscular than I remember him. I could tell even though he wore his baseball uniform. He had worked up a pretty good sweat. It was not long before he was sitting on my couch with Jeff and they told us all about the baseball game. It was soon after that the dinner bell rang.
Chapter 4
We all were seated at the table. I was seated between the two brothers Steve and Tim. Brad and Jeff sat across from us. Actually the spaghetti was pretty good. Steve and Jeff had brought some wine and some hard liquor for what I presumed would be later. Steve was really throwing back the wine during the meal. It appeared he was getting a little tipsy towards the end. As we finished cleaning our plates. The talk turned to high school. My stomach started to turn again.
"You would not believe some of the things I did to this guy in high school right Jeff?" Steve asked.
"Yeah Steve you were pretty cruel to him" Jeff validated Steve's claim. "I just wanted to say I am sorry for everything I did. Like the time I threw your books out in the street and the buses ran them over. The time I flushed your head in the school toilets. The time I locked you in your locker. The time I stuffed you in the dumpster outside the school." Steve sounded genuinely apologetic.
"That's all right! It was a long time ago." I said still feeling uncomfortable.
"Oh and one thing, I almost forgot. The thing I am most sorry for. The times my friends held you down and I shoved my stinky feet in your face. I mean that had to be pretty degrading getting a stinky foot rubbed around in your helpless face, even with a sock on sometimes. Their is one thing I am not sorry for and you can back me up on this Jeff. For all the times you kissed and licked my feet. For all the times you called me Master Steve. I never told you to do that but you always did. In fact whenever I tried to torture you with my feet you always seemed to have a tent in your pants. Did you enjoy it? Are you into that sort of thing?" Steve asked I had turned beet red at this point. Why did he have to bring up the foot incidents?
"You are right Steve. You never once asked him to call you Master Steve. Nor did you ever order him to kiss or lick your stinky feet. So he probably could not control himself. He probably enjoyed it." Jeff said.
"He probably still likes it. In fact fellas, I bet he would kiss and lick my stinky feet tonight if I offered them." Steve said.
"Steve, I think you have your facts mixed up. I never did any of those things. You always made me do them. I never did them voluntarily. I never would do them again." I said sounding pretty confident. It was obvious at this point that Steve was drunk.
"Well, I don't know about that Marc. In the short time I have spent with you, you seem like you have a major sock and foot fetish. Especially for male feet which is really nasty." Tim chimed in.
"What the hell are you talking about Tim?" I asked.
"Well you had your face about six inches away from Brad's foot last night. How about this morning when I found you asleep on the floor in the living room. One of Brads socks was right next to your face on the pillow. You were pretty eager to scrub our dirty socks clean when we asked if you had any fresh clothes." Tim added.
"Everything you said is a lie. First off I was close to Brads foot because it was badly sprained and I was just trying to get a better look at it. Second Brad's sock was on the other side of the room. Third I washed your clothes to help you out, you never asked me too." I said.
"I think we should give this little foot faggot what he wants. To the living room boys!" Steve commanded.
Chapter 5
It was no use. I told these brutes to leave my cabin but they were all bigger and more muscular than I. Jeff dragged me into the living room and threw me down right in front of Steve's big size 12's.
"All right, I want you to start by licking my cleats clean." Steve said with an evil grin on his face.
I immediately thought back to my days as the equipment manager for the football team in high school and I would have to clean Steve's cleats with my tongue. I was forced to be equipment manager since I did not participate in gym class. I did not want to do it because I knew I might lose control but I crawled over and began licking Steve's cleats like the dog I knew I was. It was pretty nasty as they were covered with dust, dirt, and sand. I did it because I longed for what was underneath them. It was just like high school. Fortunately, Steve let me pick the mud off from the bottom of his shoes. It really hurt to have a pair of cleats run across your tongue. He said he wanted my tongue in good shape for later anyways. After I added a coat of polish. The cleats were looking brand new. I was forced to do the same to Jeff's cleats. Tim and Brad looked on in amazement.
"All right dog, Master Steve wants you to take off Jeff's shoes and give him a nice long foot massage. He never got to enjoy your foot services in high school."
I unlaced Jeff's cleats and peeled them from his feet. He was wearing black socks under his uniform and they were pretty smelly. Everybody held their nose and teased Jeff about his foot odor.
"Shut up you guys, this dog likes my foot odor." With that he shoved his feet in my face and began rubbing them around. I felt lightheaded as his feet explored every crevice of my face. After about fifteen minutes of this he asked if I was ready to lick his feet. I immediately took off his black socks and began to reveal two fine specimens. I began licking each side of each foot passionately.
Tim and Brad were shocked. They were watching a true foot fetishist now. Every one could see the tent in my pants now. Tim pointed out that I had a tent in my pants this afternoon watching his work out. The guys thought this was pretty funny.
After drooling over Jeff's feet for about a half hour Steve ordered me to service his feet. Before I could rise to take off his cleats he was using the back of my head. It hurt like hell but he managed to get both of them off relatively quickly like he had done it before. Steve rubbed my face with his black socks. They smelled wonderful. I breathed in the deep bouquet. Sometimes he would just sit them on my face in a position where all my air would be filtered through his stinky sock. Other times he would furiously rub them up and down or cover my eyes.
After about a half hour of this I had to do a foot cleaning. Off came Steve's black socks and I went to work. It was a pretty nasty mixture of toe jam, sweat, grime, leather as I worked the moisture off of Steve's feet. The night ended with me kissing Jeff's feet and then kissing Steve's. I returned their shoes to their feet and then they left. I soon realized that they had forgotten to take Tim and Brad. They both happened to be smiling at this point.
Chapter 6
"Marc, those stories my brother told me on the phone. I didn't think they were true. But now I would have to say they are. You are a foot pig aren't you?" Tim asked.
"Yes, I am." I was ashamed but could not deny who I was.
"I think you should probably get your ass over here and take my shoes off then." Tim said with that evil grin on his face.
Tim made me rub his feet as we sat in the living room. They laughed and made fun of me and my position. They both joked about how fun this was. I was ashamed yet satisfied at the same time.
"I hope you know dude, these socks I have on. I have worn them for three days. They have got to smell putrid. In fact I can smell them up here. You would probably kill to have them, wouldn't you?"
I shook my head dejectedly.
" I tell you what, I told you I would pay you back and I am going to. If you be a good little slave for the rest of the weekend, then they are yours to keep. In fact you can have all my dirty socks from the trip. You can have Brads too. Whattaya say?"
I shook my head. I could not believe what my quiet weekend at the cabin had turned into.
