The moment the bell rings, there’s an increased pressure on your body as Scotty stands up, picks up his bag, and starts walking. You’re pounded underneath his grimy toes, and involuntarily shout an inaudible scream. You regret it the moment the vile taste of sweat and ripe toe-cheese forces its way down your throat, making you swallow instinctively. You feel the huge lump of tow grime work its way down your stomach and start crying simply from the taste and pure humiliation.
Scotty gets to his school locker, takes out his gym bag, and heads for the boy’s locker room – all the while enjoying the feel of your feeble body under his toes.
He sits down in the corner of the locker room and grips his toes around you, taking off his shoes. You are dragged along with his toes out in the open, and feel the fresh wind on your back. He props his foot up to his leg and grins down at you, enjoying the sight of your mashed up body.
Turning your head and looking at the surroundings, you realize what’s coming up next.
“Please…” you start, trying to beg your way out of this.
“We have gym class next,” Scotty says – not loud enough for the other students to hear, but loud enough to drown out your protests. “But I don’t think you and my feet have gotten to know each other good enough yet, so you can continue to have some quality time together.”
You instantly start begging him to let you off, but he picks up his gym sock and pulls it over his feet, trapping you inside as he continues dressing.
Although the sock seems rather clean, you’re still up against his filthy foot and quickly trapped in hot darkness again as he puts on his gym shoes.
Gym class was the worst thing you have ever experienced.
You didn’t even know what they were doing out there, maybe volleyball because it involved a lot of jumping. Every time Scotty took a leap, you thought you’d die, as your entire body got smashed between sock and foot.
But that wasn’t all.
Scotty soon started sweating gallons and gallons of sweat. And although his sports socks did their job in soaking it all up, with you in between all of his sweat seemed to pore into your mouth, eyes, nose, ears – into every pore of your body. You took a full bath in his boy foot sweat, and soon your entire being seemed soaked with his salty perspiration.
You’re whimpering by the time gym class was finished and he takes off his sock.
“Haha!” he says. “You look horrible! Too bad for you, school’s not over.”
You look up at his huge grinning face, searching for any hint of mercy still left – some part of him still has to see you as one of his friends.
“P-Please, Scotty…” you utter, and for once he seems to want to listen, although the grin doesn’t ever leave his face. “My… my b-body hurts all over… please let me rest a little…”
You really don’t want to go back under his foot for the rest of the day. But you realize that you really don’t have a choice in the matter. Even now, you’re plastered against his toes and can’t do a thing about it.
“Hmm…” he says, looking down at you.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author