Date: Mon, 18 Oct 2010 20:07:24 -0700
From: D R <diddlediddle@live.ca>
Subject: The Payback Part 1 (Gay, Young Friends)

(b/b, foot worship, fetish, sex)
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WARNING: This is a purely fictional story that has a bunch of cute
prepubescent boys and a teenager being sexually active, as well as
feet, tickling, and other sensitive topics meant only for the adults
that enjoy reading about all this. If this isn't what you like, or you
are not even 18 years old yet, I order you to read no further. I MEAN
IT. YOU ARE WARNED! The contents of this file beyond this paragraph DO
NOT express, represent, or have anything to do with the opinions,
beliefs or conduct of the author. Even if it might not appear that way.
This story remains property of the author whose email is
diddlediddle@live.ca
Questions, comments and (constructive) criticisms can be sent to the
above email address. Thanks for reading!
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The Payback

Part 1

Jimmy Hopkins was a bully. Only fifteen and already a terror that no
child or preteen dare speak of. He was of average height for his age,
with a shock of bright red hair on his round head, and freckles galore
on his face. He loved tormenting and teasing anyone younger than him,
but he specialized in bullying boys. Of course, underneath that lay a
dormant desire that Jimmy would rather not have put a name to. Jimmy
often tormented his targets in rather sexual ways, which Jimmy loved
but his victims hated. Jimmy's older brothers knew just what he was
doing all the time, and they simply shook their heads; they too had
been bullies but not like Jimmy. Granted, they had extracted `favours'
from their victims, but not like Jimmy. So when Jimmy's victims had had
enough, his brothers whispered Jimmy's big secret in the boys'
collective ear and told them how they could get their revenge on Jimmy.

No one really knows what set Jimmy's group of regular victims off; they
had already endured a little more than two year's worth of torture so
why now, did they choose to get revenge? No one knows for sure, but it
may have had something to do with the fact that when he first started
Jimmy only had two regular victims; by the time their revenge took
place, he had ten. And is it not true that there is strength in
numbers? The last event, the final straw if you will, that led to the
Payback as it would later be called, occurred in August.

Jimmy had left school and was walking home, when he spotted two of his
favourite boys, Eddie and Malcolm, aged eight and nine respectively,
walking home from school as well. Eddie was a charming little lad,
small for his age, with golden blonde and beautiful bright blue eyes.
Malcolm, on the other hand, had dark red hair, and dark blue eyes; he
also had very large feet for his age, something that Jimmy greatly
appreciated. After spotting his prey, Jimmy quickly crossed the street
to start following them. As he gradually got closer to them, Eddie and
Malcolm casually glanced behind themselves only to spot Jimmy racing
towards them. The two young boys panicked and started running as fast
as their little legs could carry them, but Malcolm with his big feet
and bigger shoes could not run as fast as he needed. Eddie quickly
grabbed his friend by the hand, and pulled him into the wooded area
that bordered their walk home.

The two boys should have known better than to try and shed their
pursuer by entering the forest. The large, densely wooded forest in
their neighbourhood was practically Jimmy's second home; he spent a lot
of time after school there, whether he was tormenting someone or
unbelievably, even doing his homework. He spent almost all his weekend
time in there, whether playing with his portable video games, or
stripping down and playing with his hard young cock. Despite its vast
size, Jimmy had explored the forest in all four directions and knew it
like the back of his hand. In fact, every transaction Jimmy made with
his young victims occurred in there. Eddie and Malcolm should have know
better, but in a panic, they'd had no other choice. It took only a few
minutes for them to get lost, and for Jimmy to find them. They stopped
dead in their tracks and slowly turned to face their aggressor.

"It's no use running any further guys. Face it, y'all're lost" Jimmy
said, with a wicked grin on his face. Eddie and Malcolm huddled close
to each other, sweating from their run, shivering in fear and nervous
anticipation of what Jimmy would make them do or do to them today.
"Okay, so let's see. Today is Wednesday, meaning it's allowance day. So
gimme all yer money, and maybe, just maybe, if I'm feeling generous,
I'll let y'all go." He stood there before the cowering young boys, with
his arms crossed defiantly across his chest, and his right foot
menacingly tapping the soft earth.

Eddie and Malcolm shrugged their backpacks off their shoulders, and
simultaneously reached into them and pulled out their wallets. Eddie
pulled out two 5's and as much change as he had and passed it to Jimmy
who quickly put it all in his own backpack. Malcolm however was only
able to hand over a couple of dollars in change, seeing as he never
carried a lot of money due to his parents always putting it into his
savings account. Jimmy shoved the change into his backpack, and then
let it drop to the ground. The two young guys choked down their breath;
the dropping of the backpack was a sign that Jimmy meant business.

"Well guys, I am seriously disappointed in you. Eddie, y'all should
feel proud that y'all were able to give your good buddy Jimmy the money
he deserves. As for Malcolm, I am shocked that y'all would hold out on
me. Ain't I yer bestest buddy? Don't I deserve better than a couple
fucking dollars in fucking change?" Jimmy glared at the boys, who began
shivering again. "Grab yer packs and starting walking that way" Jimmy
said, pointing to the deep woods behind the two boys. They begrudgingly
picked up their backpacks and began slowly walking deeper into the
woods, stumbling over uneven ground, tripping over large branches and
climbing over and under fallen logs. As soon as they had reached his
chosen destination, Jimmy quickly grabbed the boys by their backpacks
causing them to stumble and stop. It was a bright summer day, and the
sun shone gently through the trees illuminating the spot that Jimmy had
chosen. The ground was dry, and twigs snapped constantly under Jimmy's
feet.

"Alright guys, that's far enough. Sit on that log right there and take
yer shoes off. And don't let yer socks touch the ground!" Jimmy pointed
to a log behind the two boys, and they sat and slowly unlaced their
shoes and took them off. Eddie and Malcolm sat, in nervous
anticipation, holding their socked feet up off the ground. Jimmy licked
his lips and squatted down in front of Eddie, lifting the boy's feet in
his hands. The boy's obviously once-white socks were very dirty on the
bottom, a yellowish brown around the edges, but almost black in the
spots where the sweaty sock clung to Eddie's equally sweaty foot. Jimmy
licked his lips again, and quickly pressed his face against Eddie's
filthy socks and inhaled deeply. The smell was intoxicating to Jimmy;
it smelled of gym lockers, dirty shoes and sweat feet. The young
bully's cock grew instantly hard and showed very obviously through his
tight sweat pants. Eddie looked at Malcolm pleadingly, but Malcolm
could only shrug his shoulders and apologize with his eyes. If the
older of the two had tried to make a break for it, their aggressor
would surely have noticed first of all his putting his shoes back on.
Jimmy, in the meantime, continued to rub Eddie's feet on his face,
inhaling as deeply as he humanly could, pulling in the aroma he loved
so well: stinky boy feet. He began casually playing with his rock hard
cock through his sweat pants, but kept his young victim's feet pressed
firmly to his face. Finally after a few minutes, he gently lowered
Eddie's socked feet to the ground, placing them gently on his shoes.
Jimmy stood up and continued to play with his cock through his pants,
while he looked directly at Eddie.

"Damn Eddie, you dirty little boy! Y'all ain't been changing your socks
like yer supposed to, have ya? They stink like y'all been wearing them
since last week, and goddamn does that make me fuckin' horny!" As he
finished speaking, Jimmy stopped rubbing himself, undid the ties in his
pants and dropped them to the ground, showing his young victims that he
was not wearing underwear and was very, very aroused. Jimmy started
stroking his cock directly now and Eddie and Malcolm could only stare
at Jimmy and wonder what was going to happen next. Jimmy shuffled over
to Malcolm, and squatted down in front of him, his hand never leaving
his cock. The bully lifted up the young boy's big feet with one hand
and look at Malcolm's socks. Although they were a lot cleaner than
Eddie's, with only a yellowish brown colour over the soles of both
socks, Malcolm's socks smelled so much stronger than Eddie's, something
that Jimmy couldn't believe. After licking his lips a few times, Jimmy
quickly pressed his face into Malcolm's socked feet as hard as he could
and began sniffing and snorting, inhaling as much as the little boy's
foot stink as he could.

After a few minutes of thoroughly inhaling Malcolm's sweaty foot smell,
Jimmy stood up, pulling his pants up as he stood, and pulled Malcolm's
socks off, letting the boy's bare feet drop to the ground, where they
gently brushed the dry earth. Jimmy shoved one sock in his pocket and
put the other in his backpack. He then turned to Eddie and quickly
yanked the boy's socks off, stopping to smell one of them before
shoving it into his backpack. The other sock, however, was destined for
a different location. With one swift move, Jimmy went right up to Eddie
and grabbed the boy's nose with his thumb and index finger, causing his
mouth to gape open gasping for air, whereupon Jimmy promptly shoved the
second sock into the boy's mouth. Young Eddie coughed and gagged, but
Jimmy kept his hand firmly over the boy's mouth, preventing him from
spitting the sock out. Jimmy stood back and laughed at his victim's
plight.

"Damn Eddie, y'all look real sexy with yer sock in yer mouth! How's it
taste, buddy? Taste good? Cuz I know they sure smell damn good!" Jimmy
leaned forward and inhaled the odour of the small bit of sock left
hanging out of Eddie's mouth. The boy recoiled but Jimmy followed and
proceeded to lick Eddie's cheek. "Y'all taste good, Eddie. Nice and
sweet, but still kinda sweaty. Musta been all the running y'all just
done."  Jimmy kissed the boy's cheek and playfully smacked Eddie's
other cheek before standing up and admiring "his" boys. The two were no
longer shivering now but instead beginning to sweat due to the sun
shining directly down on the small area they were in. Jimmy shoved his
hand in his pants and began masturbating again, admiring Eddie whose
face was flushed, and whose pretty blue eyes were shooting daggers at
his tormentor. Jimmy then looked at Malcolm, whose head was down, and
was wringing his hands in his lap. "Hey Malcolm, don't worry! I ain't
forgotten about ya!" Jimmy took the couple of steps towards Malcolm,
leaned forward, lifted the boy's head up and then began roughly kissing
him on the lips, eventually forcing his teenage tongue into the boy's
mouth. Malcolm struggled to pull away but Jimmy had a tight grip on the
boy's head, and he could only struggle weakly against the bully.

Jimmy finally pulled back, and once again squatted in front of Malcolm,
lifting the boy's bare feet up with one hand, while the other remained
in his pants, playing with his raging teenage hardon. Jimmy pressed his
nose into the space between Malcolm's right big and second toes and
inhaled. The odour emanating from Malcolm's big boy feet was strong and
intoxicating. Jimmy took another deep inhale from between the toes on
Malcolm's right foot and moved to the left, this time placing his nose
on the big toe and simply moving his nose all over and around it.
Malcolm quietly suppressed a giggle, as the breath coming from Jimmy's
nose tickled his big toe. Though Malcolm would never ever admit it to
anyone, especially not Jimmy nor his friends and fellow victims, he
rather enjoyed it when Jimmy played with his feet or tickled them; it
was the other things that Jimmy did, that Malcolm didn't like.

"Yer feet smell so fucking good Malcolm! Y'all been running around lots
today? Maybe ya got all sweaty during gym? Getting yer big sexy feet
all nice and sweaty and stinky for yer big buddy Jimmy, ain't that
right?" The teenaged bully stopped smelling his young victim's big toe
and began licking at the boy's feet, his tongue taking long strokes up
and down Malcolm's smooth and sweaty soles, around his heels, and
across and between his toes on both feet. After Jimmy had given
Malcolm's bare feet a good tongue bathing, he began sucking on the
boy's big toes, both at the same time. Malcolm continued to suppress
his giggles as best he could, but the fact that his little penis was
starting to get hard didn't help matters; he bit down gently on one
hand to stifle his laughter, and with the other hand, began rubbing his
growing bulge.

Now, while Jimmy wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier called
life, no one could accuse him of being unobservant; the bully had
definitely noticed Malcolm starting to enjoy what was supposed to be a
punishment. Though slightly perturbed, Jimmy found it extremely
arousing and decided to use this to his advantage by carrying his
punishment further than he'd initially intended. Jimmy began to stand
up, letting Malcolm's dripping wet toes slide gently from his mouth as
he did. Still holding onto the boy's feet with one hand, Jimmy pushed
his pants down to his ankles with the other. Then he inched forward
until the tip of his hard teenaged cock was just touching the soles of
Malcolm's feet. The boy immediately turned white, sensing that
something far worse was coming.