By Spudd

It was a great Sunday afternoon and for one I had nothing to do.
I thought it would be nice to hit a few local stores and craft shops. I used to be very crafty and since I had a new house, something homey with a personnel touch might be nice.
My last stop was a local craft shop that was run out of a big old barn and was just taken over by someone new. The elderly woman who had been living in the adjacent house had passed on and the business was bought out from the adjust children who had no interest in the business, only the money left to them in the will.
I entered the shop and noticed the sign said they were only open till 2:00 pm. It was already a quarter till. I had dropped my keys when I tried to put them in my pocket and when I lent down to pick them up a tall middle-aged man stepped before me. The tip of his cross trainer just hairs from my hand. I noticed his huge feet right away.
“Welcome.” He greeted me. “I’m Ben,” he continued. I noticed you looking at your watch. Take you time looking around. I am in no rush to close. Besides I live right here.”
“Thanks” I replied and stood up.
Ben continued on his way to the back into the shop. As I looked down, there was an imprint where his foot was in the dry dust on the front step. As I entered I placed my foot into his imprint and noticed that his imprint was at least 3 inches longer than my shoe making his foot about a 13 or 14.
“Wow” I thought getting all a flutter inside. You see I always had a thing for big feet. Especially when attached to tall, good looking bald guys.
I took my time looking around just as he invited and took every chance I could to glance gown at his feet. I guess I looked one to many times because I was getting horny and in the jeans I was wearing it was not well hidden. I even knelt down next to him to “look” at items on the lower shelves as he stocked the upper ones. As he moved above you could see his toes pressing against the mesh material in the toe of the sneaker. This put me over the edge. I could barely stand up straight.
Managing the best I could I continued down the isles. I finished my purchases and headed for the register. As he rang each item up I noticed he was hitting a discount key. Not wanting to rip him off I brought it to his attention. With a steely smile and kind look he said he knew exactly what he was doing.
I paid for my purchases and as I reached for my purchases he pulled it back slightly and asked, “ You live around here?”
“Actually yes, just a few miles.”
“Are you in a rush to get home?” he inquired.
Confused and excited at the same time I said “No, not really. Why?”
He replied. “Well it is just that there is a game on and I hate watching football alone. Interested? I got beer and snacks.”
“Well I never was much for football but if you don’t mind a novice watching with you, maybe I might learn something.” I answered.
“You stay and I guarantee you will learn something. I promise” Ben said very confidently.
We left the barn and he locked up. Then heading up the walk to the house I could not help but ask myself what the hell I was doing. I guess I would find out soon enough.
The house was incredible. It looked like a home right of the early 1900’s. I dropped my packages off in the door way and Ben offered me a seat in the living room. I sat on the sofa and he returned from the kitchen with 2 beers. Ben retired to his recliner and laid back putting his feet up on the foot rest.
“Augh, it feels good to get off these old dogs” he commented tapping the toes of his sneakers together. He tried to use the toe of his one foot to get the other sneaker off but could not.
“Say you wouldn’t mind taking these off for me would you. I guess I tied them too tight.”
I almost choked on my beer when he continued.
“I noticed you could not take your eyes off them so thought you might like the opportunity to get a closer look.” Ben said.
Not quite sure what to do, I thought to myself “Why the hell not.” And got up from the couch and knelt down at the footrest.
I looked up at him from between his slightly parted feet and he looked innocent enough as he flicked on the TV. Then he smiled a welcoming smile. Funny thing is that I did not think he looked like the type that would be into this sort of thing.
I reached around and untied the double knots in the laces and slipped off the first sneaker. As I did and the fresh air hit his sweaty socks the aroma of his foot filled the air. It was strongly musty but inviting.
I could see him stretch his toes thru the white cotton sock. I continued onto the next shoe where he promptly did the same after having the digits freed from their leather and mesh prison.
As I positioned myself to get up he said “ What ? That’s it ? Your’re just going to take off my sneakers and return to the couch? I thought you were a little more interested than that.”
I looked inquisitively at his not knowing what response to make.
“Don’t you want to touch them ? Smell them ? Go ahead, they won’t bite. They smell but they won’t bite.” He urged.
Returning to my kneeling position it gently rubbed my palms up the soles of his sweaty socks. They were wet and inviting. I could not help myself as I pressed my nose against the cottony fabric and inhaled. It was incredible. I closed my eyes and imagined Ben rubbing those huge feet all over my body covering me in the jocky man scent they were giving off.
Ben then spoke. “ That’s it, keep your eyes closed, Take it all in. sniff in deeper, deeper.”
I did as he said. His voice began to get muffled and hard to hear. Something was wrong. As I opened my eyes I was no longer looking at the white sock that had adorned his huge feet. Instead I was looking directly at the sole of his foot but the groves of his foot print looked larger than they should. As I pulled hack I felt the back of my body hit something. It was his sock. Instead of being on the outside with Ben, I was inside with him.
Inside his huge smelly sock and I was much smaller then before. I had been reduced down to about 3 inches. I struggled to find a way out was it was no use. All I got besides nowhere was covered in more and more of his sweat and foot grime.
I could hear Ben from outside. He brought his foot across the knee of his other leg so I could hear him better. “Don’t fight it little man, Afterall I just gave you what you wanted. To be close to my feet.” And he laughed a devilish laugh.
He continued “Don’t worry, I have some good news and some bad news. Depending on your point of view you can decide which is which. First you don’t have to worry about getting squashed because not only are you very much smaller than you were before, you are quite pliable. I can step on you all I want and not kill you. Next, you are going to get your fill of my feet and maybe some other parts of me because I can keep you like that as long as I want. You belong to me now for as long as I choose.” He ended with another laugh then pulled the sock on tight pressing be between his sole and the sweat laden material.
I was terrified and it was only getting worse. I was positioned directly in the middle of his foot and he pressed it against the edge of the foot rest pinning me in place. I felt like my insides were going to explode. Then still pressing into me he slowly pulled his foot down. I was becoming flattened and elongated. His sweat was squishing out of his sock and all around me. As he continued down he flattened me up to my neck. My head was now just behind his 3rd and 4th toe of his right foot.
Ben continued to flatten me out form the waist down in the same fashion. Moving his foot up and down from heal to toe about 4 times I just where he wanted me. Then for the final touch. Ben spread his toes. My head was pocking thru with one on either side. Then he managed to get my head pocked thru and in position to look like another toe. This was his goal. With me like this he could flick his toes and feel my head being batted about .
This amused him for only a little while then I head the chair being placed in an upright position from its former reclined position. His feet were placed flat on the floor and he got up. I could feel the weight of his 235 lb frame pressing me down. Humiliation for him was a big factor so he made sure I endured every pressure available with each step.
He walked a short distance, stopped and then walked again presumably back to the chair. I could tell he had crossed his foot across his knee again. This time the sock I was trapped in was slowly being pealed off. Ben wanted to make sure I remained stuck to his foot and not to his sock. Once off he looked down at me. I was a pitiful sight all squashed and covered in foot crud and sweat.
“How ya liking your new home bug” he asked ? “My feet still as appealing as before ? Well the games about to start and Bob’s coming over to watch too. You behave yourself and I wont have to do something you are not going to like.”
Then he pinched his toes enjoying the look on my face from being squished between his hairy toes. His foot was removed from his knee and headed for the floor. This time he was not putting eh sock back on but did slide his foot into a sport sandal. This was what he wanted. Not only to feel me under his manly foot but also to see my distress. He liked playing with me with this toes. This also allowed him to curl his toes and press the footpad of the sandal tight against his sole keeping me flattened.
Getting up to get a few beers in a cooler and snacks. I was further punished by having my body slapped over and over by the bottom of his shoe. Even with no sock the bottom of his foot was sweating. This time the smell I was becoming all to familiar with was combined with that of the rubber material it was made of. I could feel his heal coming down on my body and wiggling side to side as it tried to stabilize itself with each step.
I was glad when he had all his shit together and returned to his chair. Just as he settled in again the doorbell rang.
It was Bob. Ben turned down the volume on the TV and yelled for his to let himself in.
I had a feeling this night was just about to get interesting.
Bob entered the room with a six pack and a bag of chips. Since my head was still positioned between Ben’s toes I could see everything quite clearly. Bob was no slouch himself. He must have stood about 6 ft. built like a line backer and of course I had to check out his feet. They were huge too. He was wearing an old pair of black chucks and white socks. Both looked pretty worn.
“Sorry for the way I look” he began to Ben, I came here right from work at the feed mill.”
“No problem man, all that matters is that you made it and you brought more brew. Sit down take a load off.” Ben offered.
Bob sat on the couch and stretched out his long muscular legs. They were thick and hairy. I could not help but wonder what else he had that was thick and hairy. I chuckled to myself.
Ben caught me checking out Bob and gave an unapproving squeeze. I got the point. Just for that he began flexing and relaxing his toes while he caught up with Bob on any new news since they last saw each other. The repeated motion from his squeezing was beginning to make the under side of his foot sweat again. After a while Ben stretched out his toes and arched his foot. Doing this dislodged my head from between his huge toes and made me recoil back under the sole his foot.
“I’ll be right back” he said to Bob. ‘Make yourself comfortable, I gotta take a piss” he finished and got up form the chair. He made sure that within his steps he slapped the bottom of his sandal up under his foot as hard as he could until he entered the bathroom and closed the door.
Dropping his drawers (pants) he sat on the toilet and started taking a dump. He slipped his sandal off and pulled my flattened body from off the bottom of his foot. I felt as though my body was being pulled apart. By this time I was so trampled on that I was long enough to hang over his huge meaty hand. Ben began to blow on me making the process of returning to my normal shape a bit faster. I was again normal shaped but still only about 3 inches tall. Holding me up eye to eye I was finally able to get a good look at his face. Especially since I was only really ever looking at his seductively juicy feet.
His face was well chiseled and stern. His brow down in a frown. I could tell he was not happy. Even in this disgruntled look he was hot. I was never so scared and excited at the same time.
“Listen you little puke. I don’t want you checking out my friends, got it.” He ordered.
“I wasn’t !” I implored to my giant captor. “ I swear. Besides I’m not gay. I just have a foot fetish, honest.”
“Yeah, well I am and if you’re not careful I may just have to give you a closer look at Bob and his feet.” He informed .
Finished with his duty he stood up and reached for the toilet paper. Cleaning himself he paused and held me back up to his face. “Here maybe this will teach you a lesson.” He said and fisted me head first into his tight hairless pucker. He moved his hand up and down, then in a circular motion. Pressing me into the folds of his warm, pink flesh. The scent of shit still lingering and now permeating my pores. “I think I left a little for ya, enjoy.” He said elated by his torment of me. Pulling me away to get a look at me he was very please with my punishment.
“The foot thing is old already. I want you someplace I really feel you. I think I’ll send you back to the crack” that way you will not be completely squashed and I can flex my ass muscles if I want to feel you squirm and squirm you better. If you don’t your punishment will only get worse.” With that he put one foot up on the toilet seat paring his ass cheeks, then fingered me into position. He forced my feet into his ass but only inserted me up to my knees, then he bent me forward so that my face was right under his hairy ball sack. Returning to an upright position he gave his butt and me one good squeeze. “Now lets practice” he said and I began to wiggle the best I could. It met his approval. His pants were pulled back up and he headed back out to Bob and the game.
I could not wait for half time.
Damn I must have only been in there (His ass) for ten minutes and it sure was hot. It must have been the lack of air circulation. I was pliable enough that even though I was only up his butt up to my knees my legs became elongated. This allowed my toes to delve deeper into him. I have to admit I was liking it.
With nothing else to do I began to simultaneously lick his balls and wiggle my toes. I could tell it excited him immediately. He jumped in the chair acknowledging my actions. I continued faster and faster to see what a reaction I could get out of him. His ball sack became firm and ridged. Then, without warning I suddenly stopped.
I could hear the game going on outside and he was shouting at the TV along with Bob. I waited for just the right moment, when there was a lull in the activity outside, then quickly spun my tongue around his wiry pubes, bit down and pulled as hard as I could.
I thought Ben was going to go thru the roof. Yelling in paid he jumped to his feet. I began laughing hysterically imagining what Bob must be thinking.
“YOUCH !” Ben yelled jumping from the chair.
“What the fucks your problem?” exclaimed Bob who I think Ben scared in the process.
“Aaauh, nothing, I’ll be right back.” He said and headed for the bathroom again.
I knew I was in trouble. I couldn’t help it, it was funny as hell.
Dropping his pants once again he reached between his legs and pulled my still laughing body from between his crotch.
“Why you little fuck !” Ben angrily but quietly scorned. “That fucken hurt ya little bastard”.
I was continued laughing as he rubbed his balls still reeling form the pain.
“Lets see if you think this is funny” he said raising his hand with me in it into the air then forcefully throwing me to the ground.
SPLAT
I was not laughing anymore.
Then he raised his foot, “And this, is this funny” and brought it down on me hard and swift.
I was pressed flat. He ground down upon me like someone snuffing out a smoke then stepped back to see my smushed, smeared form on the floor before his feet.
“What am I going to do with you ?” he said. “Hum? I got it. If you like my dick and balls so much, I think its time the two of you spent some quality time together, but I don’t think your quite flat enough.”
Ben took his foot one more time and began pressing me flatter and flatter. Thinning my edges and getting me evenly proportioned. He was enjoying seeing me being manipulated by his large smelly foot and toes.
Then bending over he carefully pealed me form the cold floor. I looked like a balloon that had been popped. “That should do nicely” he said and held me before his big meaty cock.
Due to the way I landed on the floor and the way he flattened me out my face was actually in the middle of my disfigured form.
Ben just giggled above. “Not laughing now are ya?” he said.
Then placing what was my face directly against his piss slit he wrapped me around his warm veiny cock then from the drawer pulled a small rubber band and slipped it over he and I to hold me in place.
“There that ought to hold you” he said. “Hey maybe later if your lucky I’ll blow a load into ya and since your face is right in there it can eat it for dinner.”
His pants were pulled up and I, along with his hanging meat were hung to his right side for the rest of the game. And I thought it was hot up his ass. That was nothing. Who knew a cock could sweat so much. And Damn it was musty in here.
The game continued and Ben would occasionally set his beer right on top of me. The sweat from the can would wick through his pants and to me hidden inside. It was cold and it made me shiver. The cold also made his dick shrink. He would feel it recoil and pull the can off.
A few times he adjusted himself in the chair to mask the adjusting me was doing of me and his hot cock so that Bob would not know anything.
It kept getting hotter and hotter in his hairy crotch. I have heard of crotch crickets but I never thought I’d BE one.
The game ended. Ben’s team lost. He was not a happy camper, plus he and Bob were drunk off their asses. Bob got up and went to use the bathroom. On his way back Ben stuck his leg out and tripped him, laughing. “Drunk bastard” he said.
Knowing it was all in fun, Bob got on his hands and knees. “I’ll give you bastard, you prick” And grabbed Ben by the ankles and drug him off the hair onto the floor.
The two of them started wrestling. Rolling around like a bunch of kids. I was tossed about with them. I was fine until Ben ended up lying on his back with Bob face down on top of him. Face to face. Groin to groin. I was being smooshed beneath the weight of the two behemoths. There was silence for a moment. Then an odd pressure pressed against me. It was Bob. HE was getting a hardon.
I could only imagine the look on Bens face, and Bobs for that matter.
To my surprise I felt a rush of warmth. FUCK. Ben was getting a hardon too. The blood rushed through the huge cock I was wrapped around. His dick head swelled. This was trouble. I felt Bob get up an off Ben.
“Did Bob Know Ben was gay ?” Was Bob gay ?
I was about to find out.
There was muttered mumbles of conversations. I could tell they were both stumbling over their words.
Then Ben, interjected “SO, did I show you the stone foot bridge I was building across the creek in the lower pasture?”
“No….no ya didn’t.” Bob nervously replied still shaking off the prior sutuation.
“It’s a bit of a hike but I think you’ll like it. Wanna see it ?” Ben offered.
“Sure, but…” Bob began.
“But what?
“I only have my chucks with me and it’s a bit wet out there and muddy. You don’t have a pair of boots or something I could borrow do ya ?” Bob finished.
Just then as Ben’s hardon was still subsiding he felt me and it stir and had an idea.
“Sure thing, I’ll be right back” he said and left for his upstairs bedroom.
Once there, he pulled out an old pair of high shaft boots. Higher then work boots but shorter than engineers. He undid his pants and unlashed me from this cock.
I was allowed to reform in his masculine hand. Just after getting my wits about me he began to speak.
“Seeings you were checking Bob out before the perfect opportunity has arisen for you get get a little closer to him and meet him face to face. Or should I say Face to big smelly foot.”
I was held upside down over the boot just long enough to figure out what was coming then dropped inside.
The boot was made of all tan leather and the insole was surprisingly cushioned. The smell that came from it thought was not so welcoming. I ran to the shaft and looked up at Ben’s huge smiling face.
“Ready or not here he comes” he announced and lifted the boots. I rolled to the toe with a thud.
The boots were presented to Bob eagerly by Ben.
“Why don’t you try those on for size” he said and Bob sat again on the sofa and placed the first boot on.
“Not a bad fit” he said then lifted the other boot. The one I was in.
Not wanting to scream and let him know I was in here for fear of what he would so if he say me I just ran to and fro to try to get out of the way of his gigantic foot now being inserted. Even thoug he had his sneakers off for quite a while up to this point the smell coming off of his thick, white but stained socks was horrible. I could see the dirt stained outline of his foot and toes in the dirt on the bottom of the sock. The boot was leveled as he got closer to full insertion. I ran to the toe again but was caught by the incoming sock.
I was dragged under his foot loosing all control of my ability to direct myself.
The toe of the boot was lifted as the forced in his heal. With a thud he a was in and I was trapped. Trapped under the arch of his foot.
Ben watched as Bob got a funny look on his face.
“What’s the matter Ben asked?”
“I think there’s something in the boot” he exclaimed.
“Nah, it is just probably the insole turned up. Just stomp on it a few times I am SURE it will flatten out for you.” He said.
Just the words as they came out of his mouth and the thought of what was going to happen next to me made him nearly burst with excitement.
Bob stood up and applied his full weight down on the boots……and me. Then he took the boot I was in, and as instructed, stomped about 4 times. Each time I got platter and flatter.
I was pressed on one side into the insole and on the other into the material of his grimy sock. This is the side my face just happened to be in. Lucky me.
“Yeah, your right, it’s pretty much gone. I can just feel it a little. Hope it wasn’t a bug or something. I’d hate to be a bug under my foot.” He said and they both laughed out loud for unknowingly different reasons.
Ben put his boots on and they started their walk.
Even as they talked Ben’s mind was only one place. On the fact that I was under his friends enormous sweaty foot being pounded with each step. It was almost more then he could take. Occasionally he would stop and point out items of interest to Bob on the property. Not because he really card to show him but because it was prolonging my agony.
They reached the marsh and I could hear the squishy wet ground thru the boot. It combined with the increasingly humid environment I was stuck in. Bob’s feet began to sweat. The liquid started to combine with the dust in his socks form the feed mill. The combination was making for a sticky paste. I was being coated with each step.
Finally they reached the stream and the footbridge under construction. Bob was impressed with Bens handi-work
“I didn’t think you had it in ya. Nice job so far” he compliments.
“You’d be surprised what I can do if I put my mind to” he said, adding “Maybe I’ll show ya later”
Wanting to take a closer look Bob took a step forward…
“STOP WATCH OUT FOR THAT…..!”
SPLASH !!
“puddle” too late.
There was a tiny hole in the side of the boot where the rubber sole met the leather where the stitching had come out. The cool water rushed in wetting his feet.
“Fuck.” Bob said. “We better head back. Now my foot is all wet.”
“Sorry about that I tried to warn you” Ben commented.
“No it’s my fault. I should watch where I’m stepping. You never know what your going to put your foot in if you don’t look first” said Bob.
“How true it is” Ben laughed. “How true it is.”
They headed back to the house with me in toe under Bon’s not smelly soaked foot.
Back at the house Bob sat on the kitchen chair and took of his one boot first then started on mine. As he pulled out his cold, ser, socked foot I came along with it stuck to the arch of his foot. Before putting his foot down on the floor he pulled off the sock and it was turned inside out with me included. It was then rolled into a ball and dropped into a ball on the floor in front of him with a splat.
“You can just leave your socks there, I’ll toss them in the dryer for ya. Come in the living room and warm up. I built a small fire in the fireplace. Don’t want ya catching a cold now do we.” Ben offered.
As Bob stood up he took a small step forward and as luck would have it stepped flat down on his wet socks and me. Just to add insult to injury. Again Ben saw this and laughed shaking his head. “Poor bastard” he muttered to himself.
Bob reclined in front of the fire with his feet up warming himself and Ben retreated to the kitchen to get Bob’s socks and dry them. I was regaining some shape while being carried along with Ben. The socks were turned to their rightful position and I fell out into Ben’s waiting hand. He had an evil look in his eye.
“So little man. Did you like your little trip” he said. Then held me up to his nose and took a whiff. “Fuck you smell like feet.” Then stuck out his tongue and licked me.
Ben then tossed the socks into the dryer and held me up by the scruff of the neck and ay eye level.
“HUM ? what shall I do with you now. Toss you into the dryer with the socks or maybe it’s time I shared my secret with Bob. ???????????