"So you are telling me you waited in this dressing room until everybody left so you could smell Phil's shoes and while doing that you also became interested in mine?" Said the ginger boy. "Euh yes yeah indeed" you confirmed. You kept the fact that you were technically Phil's slave silent. "Why would you do that?" Ben wondered. "Because I like smelling shoes and feet and things like that". You replied. "But I can't do annything about it Ben. It's stronger then myself." You added so Ben would feel compasionate with you. Ben in fact did not feel that compasionate with you as he said: "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't go tell Phil what you been doing here!" "Oh nooo, please do not tell Phil, please." You begged him not to. Instantly you searched for and alternative, a reason so Ben wouldn't tell Phil. "Because I could worship your feet!" You said as you started to panic due to you couldn't think of annything else at the moment. While the words where came out of your mouth you started to regret saying that. "So why would I want you to worship my feet?" Ben questionned and added: "What even is footworship!?" "Euhm it's massaging your feet and maybe a little bit of licking?" You explained a bit uncertain. "Licking!!??" Ben yelled. "It would surely make you feel good." You said, trying to defend your point of view.
What followed was a brief moment of silince in which you believed Ben was really considering of a footworship session. "Huhm, maybe you are right Steve. Maybe I would enjoy a good footmassage, but no licking and all of those weird stuff!" Ben said. It sounded like music to your ears, Ben really wants a footmassage, unbelievable. "But not here and not now since the teacher send me to come looking after you and she is probably wandering what's taking so long" Ben said. You were slightly disappointed, but now you had something to look forward to. "This evening after soccer training, around 8 p.m. my house." Ben said. You happily nod "Yes Ben of course!" You said with a smile on your face. "Oh and btw put my shoes back in my bag" Ben demanded. You were still craving to get a little whiff, but obeyed Ben as you were in for a bigger treat.
After a whole day of non stop thinking about Ben's feet it was finally time. 8 p.m. you were just about to knock on Ben's door when Ben was already opening the door. "Hello Steve come on in but be silent, my parents are home and I wouldn't like it if they find out why you are here you know?" You entered and nodded. It's probably therefore he opened the door before you had the chance of knocking. The first thing you look at where his feet. Ben was still wearing his socks in whick he played soccer, even though the soccer practice ended a few hours ago. "I could see you staring at my feet steve, probably wondering why I didn't had time to shower." Ben remarked. "Wel I thought I would give you the real experience, hehe". "My feet can become quite sweaty you know" Ben mentionned. "If you do a good job of massaging my feet I will let you do it again every week when I have a soccer match. The only problem with that is the fact you need to do it immediately after the game, because that's when I need it the most and that's why I decided you could train, hehe today." Explained Ben, not knowing you like it even more that way.
You entered his room. Your eyes fell on his orange soccer boots laying on the floor, the same you tried to sniff earlier on today. Ben, with his thick white socks still on jumped on his bed and laid face down on his stomach. His feet where at the base of the bed where you where taking place at the same time. "So Steve let see what you can do" Ben said. "Come on don't be scared Steve, you know you have only one chance of impressing me!" Ben added as you hesitated a bit. You kneeled down on the floor so you could also have a closer look while masaging his socked feet.
You decided to start with his right foot. You could see Ben had some quit feet under his socks, nice toe outline, small arch on his size 7's. His socks itself became less white and more grey near his heel, as here his foot was pressing against the fabric and causing the damp that created the grey color. You placed your both hands on his right foot nice and wide so your fingers where on his sole. They were in fact a little bit moistured. Not a big suprise since this were his soccer socks. You pressed your fingers on his sole and released them as well with some other massage techniques, like spinning his toes around. Sometimes Ben even let out a light moan, encouraging you to continue. After 10 minutes you switched and did the same for his other foot.
You wanted to burry your nose in them and find out what they smell like, but you decided to resist. After another 5 minutes you brought your nose slightly closer, hovering above his socked feet. Ben didn't saw what you were doing as he was laying on his stomach. You took a slight sniff. Without even burying your nose in them you find out they were smelly. They smelled like sweat that has been marinating on his soles.
The next step was logically removing his damn socks. After a massage from 25 minutes you decided to give in and take his long sock off. The sock started at his calves so you placed your hand there and started pulling them. "Hey, hey what are you doing?" Ben asked. "I am taking your socks off so I could massage your feet better." You replied. "Oh euhm, okay If you say so." Ben said, suddenly changing moods. Oh yes, finally you thought! You took his socks all the way down and removed them. First his right one then his left one. "Where should I put them Ben?" You asked politely. Without even turning his head (as he was still laying on his stomach) he answered: "Oh you can lay them by me shoes." Off course you did smell his socks a few times while crawling towards his shoes. Once there (what was just 2 meters from were Ben laid) you were confronted with his damn orange soccer boots you tried to sniff this morning. Without even thinking twice you quickly picked one up and sneaky smelled them. Oh gosh they were stinky. You only smelled it silently for less then a second or so, as you didn't want to draw Ben's attention, but still your nose tells you Ben had been making some good sprints in them.
You crawled back towards his now bare feet. You looked at them probably for too long as by the end Ben slammed his foot on his bed demanding you to start massaging. His feet were perfect. Cute (size 7), normal toe lenght and his big toe and the toe next to it were almost the same lenght. His sole was pale with some redish accents near the heal and the toes. He placed your hand om them. Pfoe they were still a little bit moisturised from the sweat. You repeated the same ritual as with his socks. You gave a really good massage. His feet were even though he played soccer very smooth and suprisingly soft. He again let out some moans. Also this time you couldn't resist stealing some sneaky sniffs. They were stinky. Not that sweaty anymore due to the fact his training ended a while ago, but still stinky. They smelled like cheese.
After another 20 minutes Ben was pleased and said that you could leave. "I think I will call you some more Steve!" Ben said with a satisfied look on his face.
After this evening Ben reguraly lets you massage his feet every time he thinks he need one.
You now serve Phil and Ben.
The end.
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