Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2007 07:46:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seventh Grade Foot Slave Chapter 7

Seventh Grade Foot Slave

By Toby Tyler
tobyt_yler@yahoo.com

This is my first story. If you like it, have any comments or suggestions,
you can email me at tobyt_yler@yahoo.com. If you have no interest in
reading about boys with foot fetishes, or if it is not legal for you to
read such material, leave now.

Chapter 7

After the day I sucked Brad and his friends off, the four of us spent a
lot more time together. Tony and Danny had decided to refurbish the
abandoned clubhouse in the woods. It was the very same clubhouse that I
used to lick Brad's feet in. They fixed it up really nice so we'd have
a private place to hang out.

It was as cozy as they could make it, considering it was made mostly of
scrap lumber and junk. They decorated the walls with pinups from Hustler
magazine.

We found an old couch that someone dumped in the gravel pit. I helped
them haul it all the way through the woods and we set it up in the
clubhouse. The couch and some old orange crates was all the furniture in
the clubhouse.

They never let me sit in the couch. Tony, Danny and Brad would sit on the
couch smoking cigarettes, getting stoned, huffing glue, or drinking
either Keystone Light or Mad Dog. I would have to sit on the floor by
their feet, waiting for one of the guys to order me to give him a foot
rub or a blowjob. Usually if one guy ordered me to give him a blowjob,
the other guys would get really horny from watching and then I'd have to
suck them off, too.

Tony had a girlfriend -- I had seen her and thought she was really ugly
-- and sometimes he would bring her to the clubhouse and fuck her on the
couch. At least that's what he told us. He never brought her around when
the other guys were there, and he certainly didn't want her to know that
he was getting regular blowjobs from a lowly seventh-grade boy like me.

One day the guys got a hold of a whole case of Keystone and sat on the
couch getting really drunk. I wasn't allowed to have any beer. I just
sat on the floor, waiting for one of the guys to tell me to lick his feet
or blow him.

Danny slapped his knee and called me as if I were a dog. "C'mere Toby!
C'mere!" I crawled over to Danny on my hands and knees and put my head
in his crotch, getting ready to take his dick in my mouth like I knew he
wanted me to. "Good boy, Toby!" Danny scratched my head, making me feel
even more like a dog. I lifted up Brad's t-shirt, unzipped Danny's fly
and fished his cock out of his shorts. It was still soft. I put it in my
mouth and started trying to excite him.

After a minute or two of teasing his cock, he still wasn't getting hard.
Oh well, I thought. Maybe later he'd be ready for me. I started to pull
my head away from Danny's crotch when suddenly he grabbed my hair and
held me there, forcing my mouth back on his cock. I was surprised when
the taste of hot, acrid piss began to fill my mouth. I instinctively
jerked back and tried to pull my head away, but Danny held my head by
both hands and I couldn't get away.

"Drink my fuckin' piss, Toby! Take it all! Don't you dare spill a
fuckin' drop on this couch or I'll beat the shit out of you!"

I knew Danny wasn't going to let me get away until he was finished
filling my mouth with his hot, salty piss. I started to get excited once
again as our game reached a new level of intensity. My throat relaxed and
I began quickly swallowing, worrying that Danny was filling my mouth up
too fast and afraid I might spill some.

When the other guys realized what Brad was doing to me they all started
to laugh. They were all pretty drunk, and it must have seemed really
funny to them.

When Danny was done pissing in my mouth, he shoved me backwards, hard. I
fell backwards on my butt, gasping for air. The guys were still laughing.
Danny pointed at the erection in my jeans and yelled, "He likes it! Hey
Mikey, I mean Hey Toby!"

"Hey Toby," Tony grinned, "tell us how much you like drinking piss,
you little faggot!"

I was still on my ass, sitting in the middle of the floor of the
clubhouse. My hard-on was sticking out prominently from my crotch, for
all the guys to see. Here we go again, I thought. I pretty much knew what
to say by heart now.

"Thank you, Danny, for letting me drink your piss! I loved it and will
drink it whenever you what me to! And I promise I'll never spill a
drop."

"Okay, guys," Brad added, "from now on, nobody goes outside this
clubhouse if they have to take a piss. At least, not when Toby's
around!"

Brad noticed how excited I had gotten from drinking Danny's piss. My
hand was gently rubbing my crotch. "Hey Toby! Why don't you just whip
that fuckin' thing out and beat your meat? You know you want to!"

I was a little unsure of myself. In all the time I had been sucking the
guys off, they never once let me play with my dick. They knew that if I
couldn't get any release I would stay excited and keep on servicing them
longer. I always had to go jack of when I got home after one of our
little escapades.

"Can I?" I asked. "I jerk off now?"

"Yeah, we wanna watch!"

Eagerly I got my jeans and underwear down around my ankles and began
furiously stroking my cock. The guys teased me about the size of my dick
and called me a little faggot. The funny thing was, even though I had
waited for this moment for months, I couldn't cum. I kept jacking for a
long time, and the guys started to get bored.

"Hurry up, Toby! Why can't you cum?"

One reason I couldn't cum was that I was self-conscious, I had never
jacked off in front of anyone else before. The older boys pointing at my
dick and laughing didn't help. Then I realized that the only thing that
got me really excited was servicing either Brad or one of his friends. I
realized then exactly what would send me over the top.

"Could somebody please piss in my mouth? I would like some more!" I had
been sitting back, but quickly got back on my knees with my mouth open in
a ready position.

Brad got up and stood in front of me, his crotch at face level. " You
want it bad, don't you? What'll you do for me if I give you this?"

"Oh, anything! Please! I'll suck your dick! I'll lick your sneakers
clean!"

"You already do all that."

"I can't think of anything else. I don't know. I'll do your homework
for a month. I'll pay you fifty bucks. I'll let you fuck my ass.
Whatever you want. Just please let me taste your piss!"

"How about this, Toby. You owe me one. Not sure what I want you to do
for me yet, but I'll let you know. Just remember, you owe me."

"Oh, thank you, Brad! I want to taste your piss so bad!" I eagerly
unzipped Brad's jeans and put his fat cock in my mouth, waiting for the
flood.

And flood it did! I almost choked on it! I drank down all of Brad's piss
while jacking off frantically. When I came,  it was the most intense
sexual experiences of my twelve-year-old life!

When Brad finished pissing and pulled his cock from my lips I held the
last gulp of piss in my mouth, savoring it as I let it run over my
tongue. When I came, I almost blacked out. I collapsed on the ground in a
heap, breathing heavily. The two high school boys stood towering over me.
Brad knelt down and patted me gently on the head.

"Good boy, Toby. Good boy."

To Be Continued