I stared at his rotten socked soles for at least ten seconds before looking up at him, His cute but stern face echoed back at me. I obeyed.
I reached for his filthy socks and begin to tug. They were sodden with fresh sweat, and crusty with old sweat.
Pull them off and sniff!
His rancid sock slid off his putrid feet. An overpowering, sickening stench of unwashed, rank feet poured into the room.
Ahh, smell great don’t they? I haven’t washed them for eight months. I love how cheesy they are. It’s my favourite smell, nothing beats it.
I was sick to my stomach listening to Zac talk about his rotten feet. His soles were encrusted with months of sweat, dirt, and acrid dead skin. His toes were toxic. Disgusting gunk and filth filled the gaps between his rank toes.
The pungent, putrid reek that wafted up from his feet, and the sweaty, cheesy sock stench all combined into one horrific odour. An odour from hell. God, this boy is disgusting.
C’mon, smell. I want to see your face as you inhale my foot stench.
Slowly I lowered my head towards his stink ridden feet. The cheesy stench becoming more dominant. As my nose reached his reeking soles I sniffed up all of his rank foot stink. Breath after breath, filling my airways with his unwashed foot funk. It was horrifying!
Zac watched on in pleasure. Not only was he proud of making his feet so stinky and filthy, but was also so pleased with himself in getting me to worship his foul tootsies.
Now lick my soles. And lick them good!
Reluctantly, I stuck my tongue out. Moving it towards his toes until it made connection with them. I felt his soft and bitty skin rub along my tongue, as I licked downwards from his toes. The rank, cheesy taste was humiliating and revolting. Particles of dead skin kept falling into my mouth, tainting it with a nasty, lingering taste. I was gonna vomit.
Toe jam also started collecting around my tongue, with additions of sodden sock fluff and acrid skin.
I bet it tastes amazing. I was thinking of selling my toe jam to markets. My after workout sessions would be so flavoursome and nutritious. There’s got to so much goodness to them, hasn’t there?
I kept vigorously licking up and down his sweat encrusted soles, giving his toes a one-over too. More filth, jam and stink cling to my tongue. It was purely degrading - licking a twelve year olds’ reeking feet was the most humiliating thing in my life.
That’s enough for now. I’m tired and I’m going to bed. I’ll give you a choice to where you can spend the night…
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