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Sweat, Torture, and Toejam

by Jevga

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Jimmy needed a little extra money to buy a Playstation 2 he had been wanting. One day after school, Jimmy had come over and we talked about what he could do for a little money. I mentioned that I wanted to get to his feet. He said "No, way!" OK, I said, how about for $50 bucks?

Jimmy said, "What is it exactly you had in mind?"

“Those nasty, old, dirty Nikes of yours. I want you to wear them... for a week... with NO SOCKS. Awwww, naw man, that's sick. I know how much you don't like sweat, Jimmy. Think of this as a little torture. Just imagine, not taking those shoes off for a week, not washing your feet, the SWEAT and toe jam building up... “

"Awwwww that's sick.”

“Yeah bro, but can you stand it?

“Naw man, not that, anything but that.”

“C'mon think of something else.”

“Nope, that's what it's gonna be.”

“NO socks?” Jimmy said.

“Not for a whole week. And you know how hot it's gonna be next week, 90's, hot and humid. Jimmy cringed. So can you take it Jimmy?”

“Not for $50,” Jimmy said.

“OK. How much are you asking? 120 bucks. OK, Jimmy, just one more thing. On the 7th day you have to come over, let me take off those sweaty shoes and let me smell your feet. Then you have to let me spread peanut butter in-between your toes, suck them, and eat the peanut butter off. Kind of like a peanut butter and toe jam sandwich.”

Jimmy put on a look of pure disgust, as he didn't even want to think of a guy sucking his toes, let alone his dirty feet. “You're one fuckin sick ass freak,” Jimmy said, “but if you make it $150. I'll do it.”

“Ok, Jimmy, we have a deal. Come over tomorrow, and bring your Nikes, and we'll start the fun.”

We shook hands, and Jimmy walked out the door, still looking disgusted at the fact that he was actually going to put his feet through this torture. Jimmy came over the next day. He was wearing his new clean Nikes with socks, of course. I had him sit in the chair, "Take off the shoes, and the socks. I hope you washed your feet today Jimmy, you're going to wish you could be able to by Wednesday."

Jimmy unlaced and pulled off his Nikes, and his white socks.

“Ok now Jimmy put on those old smelly Nikes, and let's go for a little jog. I want you to feel your feet hot and sweaty in your shoes....”

“Awwwww, sick,” Jimmy said.

We jogged for at least a mile, we got home and Jimmy said, man PLEASE let me take off my shoes. I could see Jimmy wiggling his toes inside his sock less shoes. Sorry, bro. This is $150 I am NOT going to lose easily. I sent Jimmy home for the night and told him to come back the next day. Jimmy went home, kept the Nikes on all night, and went to school all day. He arrived at my house and I asked him how he was doing?

He said "I was walking around all day long in the heat, man it feels fuckin’ sick walking around in sweaty shoes. Yeah, I could only imagine Jimmy. But you've got 5 days left.”

I gave Jimmy a break but checked in on him. He went to school on Tuesday, and Wednesday.

On Wednesday, I forced him to jog in place for 10 minutes at my house just to see the sweat build up on his face, knowing that the sweaty toe jam was also building up. “Aww, Jimmy just imagine that sweaty toe jam on Sunday, when I pull your shoes off and you wiggle toes in my face, just imagine me licking peanut butter off your hot feet.”

“Aww, that's fuckin sick,” and he ran into the bathroom and threw up.

Jimmy went all week, and keep up the bet. It got to the point where you could smell the stench of his sweaty, smelly feet in the air, even with his shoes on. He cam over on Sunday.... and begged me to take off the Nikes, I slowly pulled off the left one. He gagged on the smell of his own feet; he couldn't imagine he had actually put himself through that. I don't know if he was sick or relieved at the fact that his shoes were coming off after a week of sweat. I pulled off the right one, and Jimmy wiggled his toes. The air was filled with the stench of Jimmy's sweaty toes. He had a look of total disgust, as he watched me spread peanut butter on the knife.

“Please man, that's SICK!!!!! Don't put that shit on my FEET... PLEASE!”

“Oh yeah, now you're begging me Jimmy, but don't worry, you're torture is about to end.”

Toe jam had built up in-between his toes, it was sweaty and smelt worse than even I could stand. I took the knife and spread a gob of creamy peanut butter in-between each of Jimmy's toes, on each of his feet.

Jimmy begged me "Please man, don't eat it. Please!!”

I took his left foot in my hand and started licking in between his toes. Jimmy was totally disgusted but was also somewhat ticklish. He cringed as I ate the peanut butter from his sweaty foot. Then I did the same with his right one, until every last bit of peanut butter was gone.

Then, to add to the humiliation, I took Jimmy's sweaty Nike and told him, "If you want the $150.00 you're gonna get a smell, and taste of your own feet. First I'm going to hold up your Nike to your face and you're gonna sniff your foot stink for 5 minutes, then to get the money you're going to have to eat the last bit of peanut butter mixed with your toe jam.”

“Naw man, please.... man... not that, anything but that.…”

“Sorry Jimmy, we have a DEAL.”

I forced him to smell his stinky Nike and he coughed and gagged.

Then I scrapped the last bit of peanut butter off his still twinkling toes, and stuck it in his mouth. When I saw that Jimmy had swallowed it. I stuck the money in his pocket and let him go. Jimmy ran into the bathroom, and threw up. He was completely disgusted at what just happened. But it didn't bother me. I was satisfied at what I had made him done, knowing it gave me pleasure to watch him go through torture.