Zac may have been five years younger than I am but he worked out a lot and I was a scrawny wimp. His weight on my chest hurts a bit and I try to push him off however he is too strong. He grabs my wrists and holds them firmly in his tight grip. To my horror his gray, sweaty socks drop down on my face. The smell is nauseating as the foul stench invades my face.
I try to hold my breath because it is so disgusting.
"Come on loser, smell them!"
I try to move my head away from the socks but his feet are too strong and they pin me hard to the floor. The smell makes my eyes water but I do have to breathe sometime. I try to breathe through my mouth and he feels the air on his holey socks.
"Haha you little pussy, disobeying me isn't going to work! It will just make things worse for you!"
With that he lets go off my arm and quickly rips off his sweaty sock. His bare foot is slightly calloused from all of his athletic activity he does. He forces that raunchy sweat drenched sock into my mouth and then plops his feet back on my face. One is still covered in a sock and the other is bare. I try to force him off of me but again he is too strong and pins me once again.
I give a muffled scream of horror as his feet now drop once again on my face. His bare foot is damp with sweat and my body shudders in disgust. With my mouth stuffed I have no choice but to smell his athletic feet. I whimper and cry while Zac laughs.
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