Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2007 08:48:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com> Subject: Seventh Grade Foot Slave Chapter 9 Seventh Grade Foot Slave By Toby Tyler tobyt_yler@yahoo.com If you enjoyed this story, have any comments or suggestions, you can email me at tobyt_yler@yahoo.com. If you have no interest in reading about filthy teen boys with foot fetishes, or if it is not legal for you to read such material, leave now. Chapter 9 One afternoon I found Brad lost in thought. "Brad, you look like you've got something on your mind. What is it?" "I was just thinking about what Mr. Rambone was saying about the environment. I really think it's time we did our part to save the earth." That was by far the most absurd thing I had ever heard Brad say. In the year-and-a-half I had known Brad I had never known him to even be remotely interested in the environment. In fact, Brad openly scoffed at Mr. Rambone and the `hippy' kids at school who organized the trash pick-ups and food drives. I was very puzzled by Brad's apparent change of heart. "Since when did YOU start to care about the environment, Brad?" "Just think for a moment, Toby. Think about all the paper we waste every day. And all the trees that get cut down just to make toilet paper." Uh-oh, I thought. I knew where this was going. "I guess we've already started to do our part, Brad. You never use toilet paper anymore when I'm around." "Exactly. You really enjoy helping me save toilet paper, don't you?" "Yes I do. And it feels good to know I'm helping the environment." I smiled. "But here's the thing. You're not always around when I need you. A lot of times I have to take a shit when I'm at home or at school and you're not there to lick me clean. I feel bad wasting all that paper." "What are you suggesting, Brad? You know I can't follow you around all the time with my tongue hanging out." I said. "Not that I wouldn't like to." I added, apologetically. "I know, Toby. That's why we have to figure this thing out. I've decided I'm going to completely give up toilet paper and rely on your tongue entirely." I saw problems with Brad's plan. "How are we going to do that?" "Well, I know my own routine pretty well, I think. I take at least one shit a day, sometimes two. My first shit is always in the morning, right after breakfast. The other one can happen whenever. I was figuring you could come to my house every morning and we could walk to the schoolbus together. I'll try to hold it until you meet me, and then the first chance we get we'll duck into the woods and I'll take a dump there and you can take care of me." "That means I'll have to get up early!" I groaned. "I thought you were concerned about the environment! And more importantly, I thought you cared about serving my needs!" "Okay, I'll do it for you. But what about the other times when that's not convenient? Like at school?" "Your homework assignment is to figure out ways to clean my ass each and every time I have to take a shit at school, without anyone ever catching us. Well, for now I just won't use any paper at all. Then when you get to it my ass will be nice and crusty for you." I was excited at the thought. "Ooh, I can't wait to lick your filthy ass! Can we start today?" *** I was chewing Danny's toenails down for him one day when Brad got an idea. "Hey Toby, you'll eat anything I give you, won't you?" I took Danny's big toe out of my mouth. "Of course, Brad. You know I'm here to serve you and Tony and Danny in any way I can." I watched with excitement as Brad stuck a finger in his nose and began digging around for a booger. It took him a moment to get a nice big crusty one. He brought his finger to my mouth and I eagerly licked it off. "Thanks, Brad. Your snots are delicious! I'll eat them for you anytime!" "You're welcome. Now get back to Danny's feet. Then do mine." Soon I really developed a craving for Brad's snot. Usually Brad made me beg for it, but Danny and Tony were more willing to oblige. One day Danny called me to follow him outside the clubhouse for toilet paper duty. After I licked him clean to his satisfaction, pulled up his underwear and zipped up his jeans, he gave me a little present. "This is for you, Toby. Don't say I never gave you anything." It was a little zipper baggie, the kind that Danny's weed came in. Only it wasn't filled with weed. It was packed with dried boogers, a week's worth of Danny's nose pickings. "Ooh, thank you, Danny! That was so sweet of you!" "Don't mention it." I carried Danny's little baggie of snot everywhere I went. It gave me a secret thrill to eat Danny's boogers in class. I don't think anyone noticed, or if they did, it probably just looked like I was reaching into my pockets for Tic-Tacs or something. "Danny, I've eaten all your snots. Can I get another baggie?" I asked him one day. "I'll see what I can do. It takes a few days to fill the bag, you know." A few days later we were in the clubhouse when Danny pulled a new baggie of snots out of his pocket. "I've got some more of these for you, Toby. I know how much you liked them." As I reached for the baggie, Danny pulled it away from me. "Just a second, asswipe. You're hooked on eating my snots, right?" "Yeah, Danny, I eat them every day on the schoolbus and in class. I can't get enough of `em!" "You know it takes a long time to save enough of these up to fill this baggie, right?" "Yeah." "So I had to do a lot of work to dig out all these snots for you, right?" "Right." "Well, the first batch was a gift. Now you gotta pay." "Huh?" My heart sank. I couldn't believe that Danny was trying to sell me his dried snots. "I said you gotta pay if you want to eat these." "H-h-how much?" I stammered. "Twenty bucks a bag." "Hey, wait a minute! I ain't got twenty bucks right now!" "Well you better get it, then." The other guys thought that was hilarious. In order to be able to afford Danny's snot, I'd have to be a lot more careful with my allowance and the money I got from mowing lawns. So the next week I made sure I put some snot money aside. I felt totally humiliated as I handed Danny four $5 bills in exchange for his bag of snots. I also felt relieved and happy once I had the bag in my pocket. The other guys saw an opportunity for money to be made by saving their snots and selling them to me. They all charged me the same rate, $20 a bag. I was addicted, and there was nothing I could do because I craved their snots so much. I had to mow extra lawns and I was now blowing (pardon the expression) $60 a week on snot.