Becoming the Family Foot Slave (Fiction) *Chapter One* The Beginning of the End I grew up as the youngest in my house. My parents had divorced when I was at a young age, leaving my father, Marcus, my two brothers, Dan and Madison and I, Kevin. I was 15, something that my brothers never allowed me to forget. Dan was the oldest at 18 and Madison was 16. My entire family was very athletic. I played football and ran track, both of my brothers were very competitive athletes; Dan was a basketball-player, Madison did running and both played basketball and soccer, as well as worked out religiously. My dad worked out daily in order to keep himself fit by going for runs or working out in the gym. Another common trait that seemed to run in the family was having very stinky feet. This was something I would experience many times growing up as I became the family foot slave. It all started innocently enough. One night I was sitting on the couch with Dan watching T.V while Madison was out with friends and dad was making dinner. He had just come home from work and was in a grouchy mood, as he often was when tired. We began to fight over the remote and it flung out of my hand and landed behind the couch, bouncing underneath it. “Nice going loser… Now go get it” Dan said to me with a sigh of frustration. Knowing that there was no way he was going to get down and get it I gave in and slid off the couch. I soon realized that I couldn’t reach it with my hands and so I swung my body around and stuck my legs under the couch, attempting to kick the remote out. I caught the remote with my left foot and managed to kick it out from underneath the couch. I then went to slide my way out from under the couch and realized I couldn’t; I was stuck. As I laid there with my head and chest sticking out from underneath the couch, I struggled hard to get free. Realizing that I couldn’t I asked my brother for help. “Hahaha awh you got stuck huh?” he said as he slid down the couch until he was sitting directly above me and was staring down at me; his feet were on either side of my head. A strong smell began to invade my nostrils and I wrinkled my nose. I knew exactly where it was coming from. “How about you move your nasty feet away from my head and help me get out of here!” I yelled at Dan, angry with him for not helping me get out right away. “Oh what’s the matter, are they stinky?” Dan asked before taking both of his socked feet and placing them on my face. I looked up and saw his very dirty white sock bottoms land on my face and I could instantly feel the sweat of his moist feet. Then the aroma hit me. Dan has some of the smelliest feet I know, second only to probably my dad, and right after 8 hour work they were extremely ripe. “Yeah smell those sweaty feet” Dan said and grinned at me, rubbing his feet up and down my face and then curling his toes around my nose. After the initial shock of what was happening wore off, I began to yell for my dad. “Dad! Dad help me! Da-“ I was then cut off by Dan’s socked toes entering my mouth. “Mmm yummy I know” Dan laughed and shoved his foot deeper into my mouth. I gagged on his foot and tried to move my tongue away from his foot but I only ended up licking his toes through the sock. Dan then placed his other foot back onto my nose, forcing me to smell and taste his foot all at once. This lasted for about 30 seconds before Marcus, my dad, entered the room. He stood there in her work outfit with staring at Dan. “And what do you think you’re doing?” he asked him, walking over to get a better look. “He got stuck under the couch and said my feet were nasty so I was getting payback” Dan said while lowering his eyes and taking his feet off of my face. “Dad! Did you see what he was doing! What is wrong with him!” I shouted at him angrily. “Oh please it was just his feet, I’m sure it wasn’t a big deal. Besides,” he said as he slipped off one of his sneakers, “I’m sure mine smell worse after being in these shoes all day.” Dad’s sock covered foot then landed on my face. Now I should point out that both my dad and Dans had very large feet and could easily cover my whole face with one foot; they were both size 12’s. Madison had less tall feet at size 10, but they still got quite stinky. Marcus wrapped his socked toes over top of my nose and covered my mouth with his heel, giving me no choice but to breathe in his feet. As I inhaled I thought my nose was going to explode. My father often wore the same socks for days before washing them and this pair had obviously been well worn based on the awful odor of his feet. He wiggled his toes over for a few more seconds while I desperately tried to dodge his feet with my head. “I think he’s trying to say that your feet stink dad” Dan said with a grin, watching dad rub his foot up and down my face. “Yeah well he better be careful or the next time he’s in trouble I’m going to punish him with my feet!” Marcus joked before putting his shoe back on and walking out to the kitchen. Dan laughed at me and then helped pull me out from under the couch. I immediately ran upstairs to the bathroom and washed off my face and rinsed out my mouth. Both of their feet smelled awful, but I would soon learn that they could get their feet a lot smellier than that. To be continued...
Posted on: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 09:21:52 +0000
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