Chapter #4Rubbing Josh's Foot. by: Mr. Anon   "Don't call me Stevie."
"That's not answering my question, Stevie."
"If you stop calling me Stevie."
"Okay. Steve. Now, rub my foot."
Even that pathetic victory didn't last even a minute. As you bring yourself to kneel before this ruthless bully. "Good boy" he taunts, with a chuckle. Trying to rise above it, you bring yourself to remove his flip-flops. Hitting a wall of stink from his feet causes you leap backwards. "Oh, don't be such a pussy. Sure it smells bad, just get used to it." You bring yourself closer and getting to rubbing his damp, sweaty feet. Starting with the left one. You feel him staring at you the intensity of his gaze his burning through you. You try to ignore it by focusing on his feet. Anything about them, the way they look, the way they feel even the way they smell. Humiliating as it's less so than having to look Josh in the eye whilst performing this task.
"Next." He says. After 10 minutes of serving his left foot. Stretching out he softly slaps you with his right foot. Waking you from your focus on his feet. You find yourself stunned once more, unable to find the words to call him out on touching your face with his disgusting foot. He laughs once more your motionless face, mouth slightly a gap. Slapping you again, harder this time. "Come on, next." Josh repeats. This time you obey his command. If you somehow hadn't gone red in the face from embarrassment before and you are now. He won't stop pushing to see how far you'll bend for him. You draw the line after the foot rub. You tell yourself, then he goes.
"Stevie, man. We should do this more often." Josh said, offhandedly. "I thought we agreed you'd stop calling me that." I coldly replied. Proud I'd found my words. "Oh, gimme a break. I'll call you what a want." Unable to think of a reply and remain silent. After a moment a stop massaging his foot. "I didn't tell you to stop." Josh tells me, slightly rising his voice. As he flicks on the sports channel on the TV, putting the remote on the table. I remain still for only a fraction of a second before I return to rubbing my enemy's foot. "Good boy" I get once more, as a response. "As I was saying we should do this more often, where are your parents? Out? For the weekend right? Bro told me. We should spent it getting to know each other. Now, bow down." Josh was constantly keeping me off-guard. I bowed to him. Gently replying "Yes. bu-" "Good. Lower, still in the way. Boy." So I lowered myself further. My face more directly in front of his right foot, which was on top of his left."
He left me in silence for the remainder of the foot rub. Even in the awkward position I was in, once I let myself forget it was Josh's foot I was rubbing I managed to relax. Josh hadn't gave me any room to think. I still needed to protest him staying for the weekend. It would be a like a personal hell.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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