I still had a big grin on my face as the plane took off from the airport. My final exams were done. I had completed my final year of high school, and I was on my way to getting hammered, partying hard, and getting to know as many girls as possible... All with my best mates from school. We'd planned this trip since the beginning of the year, and we were all stoked to have gotten great accommodation in one of the best schoolies cities in the world! There would be parties every night, mornings after where we couldn't remember a thing, and days left either decked out on the beach, or going to one of the theme parks. We had organised 1 small self contained apartment not far from where all the action of schoolies is held; only 200 metres away from the best clubs and parties. We weren't on the beach but we were only 100 metres down the road from it.
The hour long flight was pretty eventless. I talked to the guys about what we had to do when we got to the airport, where we had to go and what transport we were getting. We all agreed that two taxis would be great to carry our luggage to our hotel and get us there quickly. I shared my cab with Ben, Andrew and Daniel. Ben is the chick magnet; he's not tall, but he is very athletic and a bit of a beach bum. He's a great guy and everyone gets along with him. Andrew used to go to school with us, but left in Yr 10 to start an apprenticeship in metal work. Daniel was the ox of the group. He was broad shouldered, strong, and the defender of the group. He often got in a heap of shit at parties, because his strong appearance just drew attention. He was also a heavy drinker, and once he'd got a bit tanked, he'd often pick a fight, and usually end up winning. He wasn't the smartest guy, but his football physic and dominating temper were enough to intimidate anybody. I always joked with him that I was lucky to have him on my side, as he was always there to protect my skinny ass.
I suppose I had better give a brief description of myself. I am a lanky piece of work that is often the brunt of the skinny and scrawny jokes. Although I am relatively fit, and I go to the gym, I gotta say I am mostly skin and bone. I was never one on the football field, because although I was fast, one of those guys, particularly if they held the same shape as Daniel, could flatten me into the ground with easy move. After we had arrived in our rooms, we had to decide who was getting what. The two singles in the second room were two short for Daniel and me, so we were left to share the double in the main bedroom. After a few jokes, we unpacked our stuff and got changed for the beach. Daniel and I started getting changed to go down to the beach. Daniel sat down on the bed, and took his shirt off first revealing his thickset body, slightly hairy, but not enough to distract you from his large arms and big chest. Then he took off his shoes. They reeked! I had never smelt anything like it! It was that strong manly, sweaty smell that could knock you out flat.
"Sorry, dude, I know these are bad. I've had the same socks on for three days."
"Man I am cracking a window! I hope you brought spares..."
"I think so. I'm probably gonna wear flip flops anyway."
He chucked his socks on my pillow carelessly, and continued to get changed. I was all ready and raring to go down to the beach, so I decided to go and wait with Ben and Andrew.
The beach was great; I got a little burnt, but nothing as bad as Daniel. He showed us his thighs that looked like cream next to the strawberry colour of the rest of his body. That afternoon we got ready to go out that night. There was a huge party in the main strip of the city to welcome the Schoolies people. When we got there, it seemed like the wave of people stretched on for ages. They had skilled over into the feeder streets, and were disrupting traffic. We all decided to stick together, which seemed like the best idea. That was until we started to get a few drinks into us. I saw some friends from another school and immediately went over to them. I started chatting to one of the girls, and we hit it off pretty quickly. We were dancing together, having a little bit of tongue action, when behind me I heard the early stages of a fight. I silently prayed it wasn't Daniel, but Low and behold there he was with a broken beer bottle in his hand about to shove it into another guys face. Suddenly, another guy came up behind Daniel and punched him square in the kidney. Daniel fell over writhing in pain, and getting the shit kicked out of him by his original opponent and his friend. I ran over to Daniel, in my slight tipsiness, and pulled Daniel out of there. Ben and Andrew weren't anywhere to be seen, so I broke up the fight, bought the two guys a drink and carried (looking quite retarded) Daniel back to our hotel. I had him draped across my back, with his head resting over my shoulder. Had he been any heavier, and I would've had to have dragged him. Thank God for my sense to have gone to the gym throughout the year.
When we got back to the hotel, I fumbled to key into the lock and splayed Daniel onto the bed there he lay spread eagled, taking up the entire double bed. I noticed the vomit on his shirt and pants so I decided to take them off, and let him sleep in his boxers. It was a hot night anyway. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, again revealing the heaving mass that was his strong body. As I pulled the shirt out from his arms, the strong smell of his sweat and alcohol exploded from his armpits. There was so much wavy hair emanating from his pits that it had trapped most of the sweat produced during the night. After removing his shirt, I moved onto his pants. I firstly undid his belt, and unzipped him. I immediately noticed that he wasn't wearing any boxer shorts, and that the actions of my hand over his body must have excited him a little. This was the funniest thing I had ever seen, and was sure gonna rub it into him tomorrow in front of the guys. I had to make a decision; let him sleep in his long, vomit soaked pants, or take them off and let him sleep in the nude. I figured that since he was gonna have the bed to himself, he may as well be in comfort. So I bent down to undo his laces. He had on his old red and white skate shoes that stank, even when he wore them, of old sweat and that manly odour. I braced myself. I undid the laces and slipped off his size 14 shoes revealing the same putrid socks he had been wearing that morning and for the past three days. There were slight yellowish stains on the bottom, and I could see the outline of his enormous big toe suffocated against the sock. The stench was worse than this morning. The nights dancing and adrenaline pump in the fight had produced a large amount of sweat to fill in his socks, and, coupled with the three days, had made this putrid product. I slipped off his sock and then repeated the process for the other foot, leaving Daniel completely naked. The stench of his feet and armpits filled the room, and although I had left the window open, the smell seemed to linger. I left Daniel under the sheets, and decided to try and get some sleep. As I was falling to sleep, dreaming of the girl I could be with now, I herd Daniel mutter a little in his sleep.
The next morning, I woke up before Daniel, and found that he had annoyingly swung around in his sleep, with his large feet now dangled over me. His toes were pointed down towards me just hanging over my nose, leaving me to wake up with my nose full of his scent. I pushed them up out of way as I got up, only to be thrust back down to the ground by Daniel. He, and his large rancid feet, were now crushing the air out of me. He looked down at me maniacally, and let a long thread of spit fall on my face. I laughed out of frustration, thinking that he was just being an arse.
But I was wrong.
He moved his left foot up my body till it was covering my entire face. My nose lingered in his arch inhaling his scent, the large droplets of sweat produced by the humidity secreting from his toes onto my forehead.
`Do you like that, bitch?'
I tried to answer him, but my chest cavity was being crushed by his large foot.
`Answer me, MY bitch, do you like that?'
`No' I managed to say. He then stepped off me, my lungs filling with air.
`Oh, sorry I had the impression that you liked my feet after tending to them last night, or is this what you were after?' He quickly lowered his body onto mine, with his face just above mine, and his slight hard on rubbing against my crutch. I was so shocked I said
`Daniel, what the fuck?! Get off me, you fag!'
He immediately raised his fist and slammed it into my gut, winding me and leaving me crawled like a ball on the floor.
Now, answer me this, David' he said Why did you undress me last night, in my state, possibly taking advantage of me?'
`You were covered in vomit and sweat. I did the good thing! I was just trying to get you into bed!'
`Yeah, right; I bet you think that I was asleep through all of it. Well I wasn't. I saw how you undressed me, slowly, and stared at my body with each piece of clothing you fucking well took off. You're a poof. And you like me!'
`No you fucking idiot! I don't like you. I was just trying to help you like mates do!'
As I said this, I was beginning to stand at which, he easily applied pressure to my chest and pinned me under his huge foot.
`No one does that shit. I saw you stare at my dick and smile. I thought you were gonna blow me or something fag!' With this, I grabbed his foot, pushed him onto the bed and bolted for the door. But he was too quick. He got me around the ankle, and I fell to the ground, just short of the door.
`Be that as it may, fag, I can't just have you getting away from me. I can use you!'
I flipped over and saw the same maniacal expression he had carried throughout this ordeal. With his unquestionable strength, he dragged me over to the bed and again pinned me down on the floor with his strong, meaty feet. He placed his right foot on my face, rubbing it up and down, with his left on my crutch, casually massaging my dick.
As he reached over into his bag, he said `Bet that feels good doesn't it. Just think how it is MY foot that is touching your dick, fag!'
At this my dick started to swell, I guess to his actions and the intensity of the moment. As he sat up I saw in his hand a collar and leash. He bent down (still with his feet on my face and crutch) and tied the collar around my neck.
`Now David, you know how I like to be in control of the situation, whether that be on the footy field or in a fight, It's no different here. So when I order you to do something, say take off your clothes, I mean immediately. Like now...'
I stared up at him thinking `What is going on? Has he finally snapped? Why me, his mate?'
`I said NOW, bitch!'
Immediately I began to take of boxers and my shirt that I had worn to bed.
Hmm' he said I like this arrangement. MY bitch. MY slave. MINE to own. David, I own you! Do you get that?' He said as me twisted his foot against my face.
`Yes' I said just audible through his large arch.
`Good' he said. He now had complete control over me, his feet his instruments of domination, and the collar the symbol of my submission.
Now' he said My feet have been pretty dirty and smelly this week, and just from experience, I can say that they will smell this whole week, whether I bathe them or not. I don't wanna have to move a muscle this week, whether it be getting food or going to the toilet. You will do all of these things for he got it, slave?'
`Fuck you!' I said. His left foot landed square on my dick, and crushed it in it's semi hard position. I felt myself crawl into the same fetal position I was in not too long ago.
What was that?' I heard him yell in his booming voice. You will answer me "yes master" and do it every time, got that?'
`Yes master'.
`Now as I was saying, the first thing you are gonna do is massage my feet. Remove all the calluses and other bits from it, taking wiffs as you go along. Then, you will bathe my feet, with your tongue and mouth. You will suck every last cm of it till it is clean and I am satisfied. Lets see how go. Got that?'
I felt the first of many tears slowly trickle down my cheek at this, and as my elevated his foot over my crutch again, I said `Yes Master.'
He slowly lifted his feet from their position, and he lay himself down on the bed, with his head propped up so as to watch me. He pulled the leash up and my face came just in front of his huge smell ridden feet, and I closed my eyes.
`Sorry about the smell' he laughed.
I stuck out my hands and began to massage his feet. Surprisingly, they weren't as tough as I expected. I massaged his arch and the balls of his feet. At this, he relaxed, and said "Ahhh, this is good, slave. Keep it up.'
I moved my hands up and down his feet, massaging his heel, arch the balls of his feet and his toes. His feet were moist and did not lose their smell.
`Slave, that's really good. Take my left foot in your fag hand, and lick it clean.' As I moved in, he pulled his foot away and said "what do you say bitch after every command?'
`Yes, master' he laughed and returned his foot to my hand. I opened my mouth slightly and stuck out my tongue. As my face approached his massive feet, the smell overwhelmed me. But as my tongue connected, the taste was better than I expected. His salty, sweaty stink engulfed my senses, and it was like I was hooked. I stroked my tongue up and down his foot, taking in every droplet of Daniel. I heard him groan in content, and I continued. I tickled his sole with my tongue, playing with his senses while fulfilling my duties. I picked up every piece of lint on his sole, and his salt mixed with my saliva to produce a really delicious juice. I sniffed his foot again, taking in the awful smell that had lingered even following my licking.
He looked down his boulder of a torso at me and wiggled his toes. I stared in awe of his big toe, and slid my tongue up to it. Slowly, my tongue travelled up it's underside, until I reached the top. Then, I opened my mouth and engulfed his huge asset of a toe. His groan was no indication of my pleasure. His toe filled my mouth, and travelled up and down it, swirling my tongue around, attempting to slowly the salty slab of meat that it was. As I looked up at him, his eyes were closed, his head resting against the head board in pleasure, and, stroking himself. His cock had grown to a normal 6 inch size, and was glistening with pre cum. As he stroked his large hand around it, it truly looked beautiful in his grasp, standing erect and ready. Although I still had my mouth around his toe, I wanted his dick. My brain tried to compete with my lust; I was straight, and still straight. Why did I want this? My eyes travelled back down to my mission, and I consumed his meaty toe further.
I removed my mouth slowly, taking the scent onto my taste buds. I then look at his inviting other toes, and quickly took them in my mouth. The same taste filled my mouth as my tongue darted in between his toes, absorbing the sweat and grime that resided there. His moans grew loader, and more frequent as I sucked his foot and he stroked himself with his meaty hand. Suddenly his hips arched, and he came all over his chest. He exhaled and rested on the bed, my mouth still working its magic over his foot. He opened his eyes and pointed at me, then at his now covered chest. I soaked up the last of his scent and inched my way up his long, muscular body, taking inches of him in my mouth and caressing his skin with my tongue. When I got to his crutch, I took his balls in my mouth, and sucked up his sweat and cum. I then took his deflated penis into my mouth and sucked up the last droplets of cum. The salty taste was like heaven, and he groaned in pleasure. As I tasted the last of his cum I felt his start to swell again. I removed my mouth from his delicious dick, and travelled up to his stomach. Although it wasn't toned, it was strong, and he did have a slight V leading to his crutch. I lapped up his cum, from his V, his belly button and all over his stomach. I then lapped at the cum on his big chest, and took his nipples into my mouth. They tasted so sweet, covered in his sweat and juice, that I could've sucked them for hours. Then, surprisingly, he took my head in his hands and lifted me to his face.
`That was incredible' he said. He then did something that completely through me off, and made me actually quite offended. He drove his tongue down my throat, and kissed me. I pulled away. Although I took the other stuff, this act signified love, an open gay thing. I was not gay. He looked me angrily and forced my mouth onto his, holding me there for what felt like 20 seconds.
He lifted me up, and pulled me into his chest letting my head rest against him. He quickly fell asleep, and I, into his body.