The minutes dragging by seemed like days as I had nothing to do but lie there helplessly with Jimmy's feet planted firmly on my squarish face. Mercifully, they weren't dirty or foul-smelling. Being wealthy, Jimmy was expected to maintain certain standards of hygiene. The main issue with this scenario was the humiliation - here I was, lying beneath the feet of someone I thought was a friend. Oh, and I've been turned into a pliable pillow? Did I mention that?
Jimmy flexed his soles, burying them deeper into my face.
"Take a good whiff, boy," he mocked, adopting a posh accent. "This is where people like you belong. Beneath me, looking up as I slowly lower my powerful soles onto your face." He smiled down at me, his blue eyes twinkling with happiness. Deliberately, he plants one of his soles against my mouth, preventing me from speaking.
"It's just not the same when you look like a pillow," he murmurs. Almost lovingly, he stroked my face with his foot. Then he sat up and lowered me to the floor in between his feet. The fire crackled softly as he reached for the remote.
"What are you going to do?" I asked fearfully. Rather than answer, Jimmy lowered both feet onto my face again. Then he pressed a few commands on the remote. A tingling sensation ran through my body as I elongated, stretching out like elastic. It didn't hurt exactly...it just felt bizarre. After a few minutes, the feeling stopped, and I realized that I was back to normal! I had arms and legs again.
Hurriedly, I looked up at Jimmy. He was standing over me now, peering down with an impish expression. I was too elated to notice.
"Thank you, Jimmy! I'm back! Oh thank you, thank you!" The words died in my throat when he lifted one sole and hovered it inches above my face. His toes wiggled playfully, as though eager to resume their perch.
He waited for my horrified gaze to meet his. Then, with a boyish laugh and sadistic intent, he eased the foot onto my face. It molded perfectly to my skin, as though my face were a plug and his foot an outlet. A more perfect match could not be found. Jimmy pressed down, not hard enough to hurt me, but hard enough to ensure that I wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. Then I heard him reaching around in his pockets.
"What are you doing?" I asked. Or, rather, tried to ask. His foot muffled my speech. My words bounced off his sole and disappeared into nothingness. Jimmy felt the slight gust of air. He curled his toes a few times in response. Then I heard the unmistakable click of a cell phone camera.
Horror shot through my body. He was taking pictures! My entire life could be ruined! If people found out about this, they'd treat me like a freak!
"Please, don't," I begged, but his foot again arrested my speech. I was literally helpless beneath it. He stood over me like an emperor, one powerful foot planted dominately on my helpless face.
"What was that?" He mocked, thoroughly enjoying my situation. "Harder?"
"No!" I protested, but it was futile. The pressure on my face increased slightly, removing any lingering doubts as to who was in charge. Then it got worse. Something began pulling at my lips. I tried holding them shut, but it was useless.
Jimmy laughed as he forced his toes into my mouth. They basked there for a few seconds, exploring. Jimmy sat, keeping the foot on my face. He pulled his toes out of my mouth and popped his heel there instead. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. His heel fit into my mouth like a stopper, preventing air from entering. I began inhaling through my nose. Jimmy shook his head at me in mock pity. Then, still grinning sexily and sweetly, he slowly brought his other foot to rest on my captive face. Because of his other heel, all my air came through my nose - and that's exactly where the foot went. Jimmy's smile widened as he stared into my watering eyes.
"Look at you," he whispered. "You're pathetic. You're weak and helpless, and your only place in this world is beneath my feet. My godly feet. In fact, I don't even think you deserve that honour." With that terrifying thought, he freed his heel and stood, letting all his weight descend on my face. His soles forced me into the ground, pinning me to the soft carpet. I could feel my head bob back up when he stepped off, but I was far too exhausted to move. I just lay there as he walked around me, stopping in between my sprawled legs.
"No," I pleaded.
"Yes." And with that, he placed one foot gingerly on my manhood. He didn't stomp or grind or anything. He just felt it, occasionally gripping with his toes or rubbing his sole up and down it. Despite my situation, I felt it beginning to get stiffer and stiffer, and I couldn't stop it. Jimmy worked his foot masterfully, and this was through two articles of clothing!
After a few more terrifying yet ecstatic minutes, Jimmy walked over to me. His toes stopped inches from my face, I studied them from my peripheral vision. Like the rest of his feet, they seemed clean and strong. I heard a few more clicks and suddenly I was a lot smaller. His foot was easily the length of my entire body. Scared beyond measure, I began babbling, pleasing with Jimmy. By way of answer, he lifted his right foot into the air.
"You'll survive," he promised me. "But I'll enjoy this. I have no more words for you." And with that, he stomped down on me. Hard. His manly, meaty sole ground me into the carpet. It seemed hotter than the fire conversing elsewhere in the room. And to make matters worse, he didn't lift his sole. Instead, he began twisting from side to side, slowly at first, as though I were nothing more than an insect to be ground out of existence, I screamed, but that only amused him further.
"Scream all you like," I heard his booming voice announce. "No one will help you." His foot continued to grind and smother me. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, mercy appeared. He lifted his foot and peered down at me. I couldn't even speak. I could only gasp, begging him with my eyes to stop.
Instead, he stomped on me again. And again. And again. And he kept stomping on me so many times that I lost count. Yet he kept his promise - I never died. I was alive every time his heel turned my legs to powder, every time his sole flattened my stomach and chest, every time his toes crushed my face. I was alive for it all. And I could do nothing more than lie there helplessly as each new stomp came, often accompanied by his ringing laughter. Finally, when his foot descended on me, it didn't lift again. I didn't even care. I just let his sole press me into the tender arms of unconsciousness.
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