by Ryan Andrews
It all started in the middle of a long, hot summer in my early teenage years.
I was known as the athlete of my neighborhood - lean, muscular, competitive in every sport and always outside playing and competing against all the other kids who lived near me. Basketball, baseball, soccer, bike riding, wrestling, running, swimming...just think of any competitive activity and I was all about it, taking pride in my reputation as the strongest, toughest, most athletic guy in the area.
I had a friend, Drew, the same age as me who lived next door. We played together often but he was never able to keep up with me athletically. He had a pretty average build and spent more time inside playing video games. He was still one of my best friends due to his close proximity. As an added bonus he had a cute older sister, Abby, who was also athletic and always seemed impressed by my competitive nature. We grew up playing together constantly, so we knew each other very well to say the least.
I should first share a quick backstory of a time earlier that summer. We were all playing at my house when Abby got mad and threw Drew to the floor, straddling his chest and taunting him as she pinned his arms up, holding him down until he apologized. After standing up, she posed over him by placing her bare foot on his chest, keeping him pinned under her foot for several more minutes.
Something about witnessing that exchange intrigued me but I wasn’t sure why. I loved seeing her holding him down with her foot. I’d never experienced any attraction towards feet before, but seeing her posed over him with her toned leg leading down to her smooth bare foot resting on his chest got me really excited. I was trying not to stare but I remember I couldn’t stop looking at the details of her foot I’d never paid attention to before...the freshly painted purple nail polish on her toes, the shape of her arch, heel, ankle...it was like something suddenly clicked...but why was I so intrigued by her feet??
I brushed it off for a while, assuming my arousal must have just stemmed from having a crush on Abby. I always found myself thinking back on that display and wondering how Drew must have felt...overpowered by his sister in front of me and posed over - the ultimate display of dominance. How humiliating that must have felt... I tried to empathize but couldn’t relate since I was always the athletic, dominant one never having been humiliated...until one unforgettable day when that suddenly changed...
On this hot, July afternoon, I went outside and noticed Drew was playing in his backyard with another boy our age I’d never seen before. The other guy was shirtless and barefoot, same as me, wearing only athletic shorts, which was not uncommon among boys in the south on such a hot, humid day. Drew called me over to meet his friend, Easton, who lived one town over and was very fit, athletic and competitive just like me, according to Drew...setting the stage for what would soon prove to be an epic day.
I could tell from first glance he had a lean and athletic physique similar to mine, but, he didn’t strike me as overly strong looking. As soon as we met I could tell he had a very confident, somewhat cocky demeanor. He was bold, assertive and came off as if he was immediately ready to challenge me for alpha status. I was also confident in myself and was determined I was going to put Drew’s friend in his place before the day was over...little did I know I couldn’t have been more wrong.
After the 3 of us walked around the neighborhood together, it wasn’t long before we ended up at my house. When we were walking back to my bedroom, I couldn’t help but look down and notice Easton had long, shapely feet that were almost solid black along the bottom from walking barefoot outside all afternoon. The contrast of the dark dirt outlining his footprint stood out to me for some reason, catching my attention as somehow visually appealing. His dirty soles were accentuated by his long, tan, athletic legs giving off a very bold, masculine appearance.
Once in my room, Drew suggested that Easton and I wrestle to see who would win, expecting a good, evenly matched fight between us since we were roughly the same size and both extremely competitive. I accepted the challenge with every intention of coming out on top even though Drew kept warning me that his friend would be really hard to beat, which was exciting but also made me a little nervous. We agreed to wrestle until there was a clear winner by submission.
Drew acted as the referee and counted down as we squared up...3...2...1...go
We both immediately went for a headlock and both managed to get locked on to the other. He had a slight advantage because he locked on a littler faster and a little tighter but I was still feeling confident. Just as I was about to try to toss him over my hip to gain control, he suddenly and forcefully pulled me along as he began walking me around my room in his headlock. I was caught completely off guard by this tactic, which kept my feet moving, throwing my balance off and preventing me from getting any leverage on him.
I walked along with him, trying to maintain a grip on his neck as he pulled me around the room by mine. I tried to pull against him to make it so I was the one leading the way but quickly realized he had too much strength and momentum as it became clear I was along for the ride...until suddenly he stopped, abruptly tossing me over his hip to the floor, squeezing my neck in his elbow and holding the back of my head tightly against his chest - all in what seemed like the blink of an eye.
I laid still at first, in total shock and completely floored by his speed, strength, and aggressive ability to gain the upper hand almost immediately. He quickly started rolling me onto my back and I could tell he was maneuvering himself on top of me for a pin.
As the reality quickly sunk in, I realized this was my chance to break away or else I was about to end up in an even more compromising position. I tried with all my might to escape the pin by digging my elbows into his thighs and attempting to roll him off me...but to no avail.
He was too strong and too fast. He grabbed my wrists and forcefully pinned my arms high above my head while quickly positioning himself high on my chest, pinning my entire upper body firmly to the floor.
This was such a new feeling for me, I literally didn’t even know how to react. I was starting to feel a little humiliated and began blushing with embarrassment that he was able to pin me so fast. I kept trying to sit up and squirm free but I was pinned so tightly I could hardly budge...There was nothing I could do!
I flailed and wiggled with all of my strength, desperately trying to get him off...but he kept scooting himself higher and higher on my chest until it felt like he was practically sitting on my throat. I could feel his feet digging into my ribs and his thighs squeezing tightly against both sides of my face. He was so high up on me now I was completely subdued and unable to move anything except my legs and lower torso.
Ugh! He had me right where he wanted me. My heart was now pounding with frustration and I could feel myself getting flushed as a feeling of devastation suddenly came over me.
I’ll never forget the way I was flailing my legs around and how helpless I felt being pinned so hard against the floor in my own room by this random guy. How was he able to do this to me?! He was SO much stronger than he looked!
All I could do was look up and see him looking down at me scornfully, enjoying his dominant position over me. He looked down on me with satisfaction as I could feel my face turning brighter shades of red, completely shaken by my vulnerable position.
I could hear Drew keep saying “OMG I can’t believe this” shocked by how one-sided the match was becoming. I tried to keep my composure but inside felt the same as Drew - totally stunned by what was happening.
At one point, Drew left and said he’d be right back. When he returned minutes later, I was still stuck in the same position, struggling to break free. To my surprise and embarrassment, he brought Abby and one of her girl friends back with him who all proceeded to watch with fascination, also shocked by the sight of me getting whooped by Easton.
Now that I had an audience, I was even more determined to mount a come back to avoid any further humiliation. I used every ounce of power and energy in me to kick, thrash, slide and squirm...trying everything I could think of to try buck Easton off my chest. Nothing was even coming close to working. There he sat, minute after minute, for what seemed like hours, keeping me firmly pinned to the floor.
He was so strong and forceful, I felt like I was getting molded down into the carpet. All I could do was keep kicking my feet around trying to wiggle out, but he had my upper body totally locked down. I knew I must have looked ridiculous trying to get out from under such a tight pin, but I kept thrashing my lower body every way imaginable just because that was the only part of my body I was able to move.
I wore myself down trying to break free from the pin. He was smart to keep me pinned and just let me wear myself out. The more I struggled to get out from under him, the weaker I became. And all he had to do was sit there holding me down. I felt myself wearing down but I was too stubborn to tap - determined not to submit to Easton.
I desperately kicked my legs all the way up toward his torso trying to catch him in a scissor hold - but he was too high on my chest for me to reach. “You seem to be stuck” he gloated as it became clear I wasn’t going anywhere. “You ready to give up yet?” He asked with a smirk. “No way” I was barely able to mutter back with his weight on my throat, frustrated at my predicament. “We’ll see about that” he taunted, keeping me mounted beneath him, totally unrelenting.
I couldn’t believe he’d kept me pinned for so long. I kept waiting for him to transition to a different hold so I’d at least have some chance to make a counter attack but he seemed content keeping me flat on my back in the same spot I’d been in for almost an hour!
As time went by, I finally reached the point where I was just ready for the match to be over - I was utterly exhausted, barely able to breathe from the pressure on my throat/chest, not to mention just tired of being sat on and having to look up at him on top of me while listening to my friends gasp in disbelief.
I stopped resisting and just laid still, clearly subdued and deflated when he finally asked “Are you done?” I quickly conceded “I’m done” at which point he slowly got off and stood over me, placing his bare foot on my shirtless chest as he flexed and posed over me, celebrating his clear victory.
He stared down at me, visibly pleased with the look of dismay and humiliation on my face. I was completely flustered. Although I tried to play it cool and keep my composure, it was like he could tell I’d never felt this embarrassed ever before. He kept his foot planted on my chest and I immediately realized how Drew must have felt when his sister posed over him the same way.
I started to try to sit up but he pushed me back down with his foot still on my chest. “Stay down where you belong” he antagonized, clearly set on rubbing his win in my face by embarrassing me further.
This was all so unlike anything that I’d ever experienced before that I just laid there trying to process what had just happened - still shocked but strangely curious about this new feeling of humiliation that came over me...A feeling that was suddenly amplified by being held down “where I belong” under Easton’s foot.
I couldn’t help but feel disappointed and broken down after such one-sided match.
When he finally took his foot off my chest, his dirty footprint was faintly outlined on my chest as if he’d branded me with his foot.
The sweat from my chest had washed the dirt from his foot creating a perfectly shaped outline of his bare sole across my chest. Seeing this somehow deepened my feeling of inadequacy, demoralizing me even more but also triggered a lustful fascination with his feet, almost making me feel drawn to them in an inexplicable way. Was I actually attracted to his feet or was this just a natural feeling that came with being humiliated? I had no idea...but I knew I had to play it off and pull myself together.
He extended a hand to pull me up, immediately asking if I wanted a rematch...as if he wasn’t ready to be done with me yet. I didn’t want to back down from a challenge, especially after what I’d just been through so I readily agreed.
As we started to square off again, I could tell there was no fight left in me but didn’t want to admit it. Plus, the competitive side of me wanted to test myself again to see if I could somehow manage to get the upper hand to humiliate him this time.
What followed was his complete domination of me once again. I was overwhelmed by his strength as he practically ragdolled me around my room and seemingly pinned me at will time and time again - scooting me from one side of my room to the other, eventually pinning me against every corner of my room as if he was literally wiping the floor with me or using me to mark territory.
Once he had me flat on my back again, there was nothing I could do - I knew it and he knew it. It soon became blatantly clear I was completely outmatched and in serious trouble yet again, leading him to become even more dominant, aggressive and cocky, really rubbing his dominance in my face.
All my confidence and pride was stripped away as he continued degrading me verbally and physically...Telling me how weak I was for not even being able to challenge him or make him break a sweat as he continued methodically breaking me down...pulling my hair as he sat on my neck and face, taunting me as he had his way sadistically exerting his dominance over me.
It became clear that his goal was not just to beat me, but to humiliate me as much as humanly possible. Part of me wanted to tap out because I knew I was done and the embarrassment was only getting worse. But, what was left of my competitive side wanted me to keep pushing myself. I wanted to mount a comeback SO badly...or at least challenge him more by putting up a better fight.
“Are you ready to quit?” He asked.
I didn’t answer which seemed to upset him.
Drew, Abby and her friend continued watching, but, at this point, were all pretty much speechless. I knew I’d never live this down. I’d almost convinced myself to just go ahead and submit again when he suddenly stood up and pulled me to my feet.
He then latched onto my neck and began practically dogwalking me in circles around my room before forcefully throwing me back down and pressing his foot against the side of my face while pulling my arms up towards him - forcefully stretching me out before aggressively sitting back on me and easily pinning my arms down to the center of my bedroom floor again. I felt almost like I was being punished for not submitting to him when he asked. He was making sure that I and everyone else in the room knew that I was no match for him, sealing his alpha status.
After laying still long enough to conserve a bit of energy, I desperately made one more sudden burst, finally catching him off guard and partially throwing him off me...only to find myself quickly rolled on my side as he locked me up in a tight body scissor. Ughhh!!!
With his thighs locked tightly against my ribs, I tried grabbing for his ankles in a desperate attempt to unlock his scissor hold, but he firmly grabbed both of my wrists and was able to extend my arms over my head locking them up, effectively rendering me completely defenseless. I felt SO ashamed by my complete lack of control in this hold!
I could feel the air being forced out of my lungs as he squeezed my torso forcefully with his thighs. He then released the tension a bit, as if toying with me to show I was at his mercy. He would then squeeze harder and harder over a longer period of time, completely wearing me down. My torso was so sore, my rib cage felt like it was about to cave in on me. Now in dire pain and unable to breathe, I had to submit.
You could hear the anguish in my voice as I called out the words he’d been waiting to hear: “I quit!”
“You finally give up?” He asked...
“Yea” I quickly confirmed as he finally released me...
“Good. Ready for round 3 now?” He asked demeaningly, as he grabbed my hair and immediately moved his thighs up around my neck and locked his ankles in front of my face, now scissoring my neck, clearly loving his power over me and still not ready to be done with me yet.
“Tell me who beat you” he pridefully demanded.
“You did.” I said feeling totally helpless and humiliated, clearly broken down into a submissive state.
“Say my name” he demanded as he pulled my head back, forcing me to look up at him.
I paused. This was SOOO embarrassing for me. “Easton” I finally answered back as he started squeezing my neck tighter between his thighs.
“Say ‘Easton is stronger than me’” he vainly demanded as he kept my head pulled all the way back, watching my face intently, clearly relishing his ability to attain this level of obedience from me being so defenseless at his mercy.
“Easton is stronger than me” I muttered softly as he maintained an intense squeeze around my neck, now limiting my breaths with pressure from his thighs.
“How bad do you want me to let you out?” He asked smugly, continuing his torment by squeezing now even tighter than I could withstand.
“I’ll do anything...please!” I desperately begged while tapping out on his thighs - unable to withstand the pressure around my neck any longer.
He finally loosened his grip and said “tell me you’re my bitch and I’ll let go.”
“I’m your bitch” I replied without hesitation, desperate to get loose.
I can’t even begin to describe how demoralized I felt. How did this guy even know how to degrade me on such an extreme level??
He finally let go and immediately posed over me - this time with his bare foot resting right on my face. He looked down at me so condescendingly, soaking in every bit of his dominant pose and clearly enjoying the sight of me totally broken down, too defeated to even resist having his foot in my face - an obvious sign of my total submission.
I could feel the wrinkled texture of his soles pressed firmly against my face. I still vividly remember the outdoorsy smell of his masculine feet (his arch rested directly on my nose) and how utterly humiliating it was to be on the receiving end of such total domination in my own bedroom and to have his victory rubbed in my face - literally having the dirt from the bottom of his feet rubbed into my face - so symbolic of my inferiority to him.
I could taste his feet on my lips. The distinctive salty taste pervaded my mouth only intensifying my submissive energy and adding another dynamic to my confounded, budding attraction to his feet. I found the taste intriguing as all of my senses were now flooded with humility.
I couldn’t even possibly imagine a more degrading outcome. I felt totally owned under Easton’s feet, completely broken down physically and emotionally under his full authoritative control...overcome with shame and a feeling of utter humiliation knowing I’d just been conquered on such an extreme level...ugh!
After keeping my head pinned down with his foot, a strange sense of guilty, euphoric pleasure came over me as he proceeded to wipe his feet all across my face and body.
“How does it feel?” He asked rhetorically, fully exploiting his unrelenting level of absolute control, continuing to taunt me as I laid quietly still in total disarray with imprints of his dirty footprints smeared all over my body.
My self esteem was at an all time low. I was devastated yet inexplicably content with my degraded position under Easton, feeling instinctively respectful of his strength and overwhelming dominance. He peered down at me ruthlessly as I laid completely defeated under his masculine feet, perfectly showcasing his superiority over me and unknowingly igniting a taste for feet like I never would have imagined.
That day made such a lasting impression, I can still feel the sensation of his feet on my face that I’m reminded of every time I see dirty soles. I can still distinctly recall the taste and smell of his feet and can vividly remember the feeling of humiliation that came over me that hot afternoon after such an unexpected match - a key moment that had a large part in the discovery and development of my ever-present fascination with feet...an experience that will stick with me forever.
