Everything around you suddenly becomes dark, the light that was filtering in from the hole above you has been cut off. Before you can evaluate what it is your world tumbles and you are thrown around in the shoe before coming to a rest at the very bottom where the smell is strongest. You start to feel a little claustrophobic trapped in the darkness. You reach up and feel the roof, and then to your sides checking out how much room you have. After another rumble light floods back into the cavern, allowing you to watch as Dean pushes his bare foot in with you.
The smooth ball of his foot brushes up your body, its cool, tough surface coming to rest upon your chest. In the remaining light you can see your head is now inbetween Dean's big and second toe which just rest gently upon your cheeks. Your first impression is that its not so bad trapped inside with his foot, after all, you've always wanted to feel them. The skin of his foot is lightly pressing down onto you, just enough to give some resistance. Below you, the foamy floor is acting like a bed even though it is a little sticky. But best of all, the odor of Dean's feet is turning you on. With your head inbetween his thick toes all you can smell is sweat from his workout, and every so often he clentches his toes together pushing your head deep into the stinking flesh.
However, Dean hasn't stood up yet. He is sat tying up his shoe laces while his friends head into the showers planning his night out tonight. Oddly, his shoes feel smaller unaware of you inside. Finally done, he grabs his bag and stands up.
Immediately you are crushed under the weight of the jock above you. While your head is pleasantly still wedged in the sweaty pit, your body is now being compressed into the spongy layer of his shoe. The athletic arch of his beautiful foot is now smothering your body, the cool clammy surface practically merging with your own skin under the pressure. As his foot lifts up, you get brief reprise, but the appendage only comes down again, this time harder. With every step you get pressed further into the sole of his foot, the increased moisture inside your prison welling up between the monstrous toes, seeping onto your face. With thick jock sweat lining your face some seeps into your mouth, the salty substance tastes just as it smells but only much stronger.
After the same treatment for several minutes, Dean reaches home. Once in his room he begins to slip off his shoes. Inside, the pressure eases as he sits. The trapped sweat inbetween your two bodies reeks as you would expect a dirty shoe to, with you left trapped in a thick, manly haze.
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