by Tony
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Let me tell you about my friend Martin. He's one of the most peculiar people I know, and he'd do ANYTHING for money. Yes, I do mean anything. He's gay, he's very handsome and he's not shy in the least. And he's always answering these strange ads in the paper with folks wanting someone to do weird things to them for money. He's had quite a few bizarre outings and he's not afraid to share his wild exploits with anyone that will listen.
I'm always amazed at some of the things he's done. He told me all about the time he was paid $100 to sleep with this guy and the guy's wife! He's told me about the guy that liked to dress up in baby clothes and have Martin spank him with everything from a Ping-Pong paddle to a belt to a rolled up newspaper. And there's the time that he answered an ad and was paid $50 to take a shower in this man's apartment while standing on the guy as he lay in the tub. Or the time that he was asked to serve cocktails at this big ritzy gala for rich, artsy, gay people and all he was asked to wear was a black bow tie and combat boots. Half the time I don't think I should believe the things he tells me that he's done, but I've experienced a few of them with him, so I have no reason NOT to believe him.
One time, he answered an ad and he needed three friends to join him for the job. The guy that placed the ad was going to pay $50 bucks a piece for four men to come to his apartment and walk on him. Since I've got this fetish for the male foot, I definitely wanted to come along. He recruited me, my friend Jake and Martin's ex-lover Trey to go to this guy's house. We arrived and he immediately lay down on the floor. He said he'd give each of us $50 bucks if we'd step all over him. We asked if we should remove our shoes and boots and he said it was up to us ... that he didn't mind either way. Martin left his cowboy boots on and my friend Jake left his Vans on, but Trey and I removed our shoes and we all just took turns walking on him.
Trey and I stepped on his back and legs and Jake flipped him over and stood on his chest. Martin planted a cowboy boot right under the guy's chin. He pressed down a bit, but didn't apply his full weight. Martin eventually stood on the guy's chest with one cowboy boot planted firmly on the guy's crotch and the other on the guy's face. The whole scene was pretty hot to me. We all took turns stepping on the guy's face, chest, crotch, stomach, hands, etc. The guy was eating it up too.
After about 45 minutes of abuse, we stopped and the guy gave us our money. It was pretty weird. Then there was another time that I joined Martin on an adventure where the guy wanted Martin to bring a friend and have us jerk off on him while forcing him to lick and kiss our feet. The guy enjoyed it a lot and even doubled what he said he'd pay us. Yeah, Martin has had some strange ones before, but the one I want to tell you about is probably the weirdest one yet ... Martin responded to a strange ad in a gay publication. The ad read: Come and beat the shit outta me. I'll pay top dollar for a good beating ... lots of foot action a plus. Well of course Martin responded.
He called the guy and the gentleman (his name was Dale and it turned out that he was a successful businessman in his mid forties) said that it had been a fantasy of his to have a couple of guys work him over with lots of kicking and stomping. He wanted to meet the two gentlemen that would be doing the roughing up first, and then (if he felt safe) he'd pay $500 apiece to both guys. He said that they had to be gay and he wanted it videotaped and said that he would have all the video equipment set up in the garage and would then let them know the time and the night that he wanted them there.
Martin, and a guy named Paul that I didn't know, went to meet the guy at his home. They talked about what the guy expected--what he wouldn't tolerate--and how the money would only be paid after the fact. He said that they had to stop whenever he asked them to and, if he felt like things were getting out of hand at ANY time, that a friend would be watching the video from another location and would call the police immediately if things got wild. Martin and Paul agreed to the terms and decided they would meet Dale on a Friday night at 7:00 p.m. Dale would mail further instructions to them beforehand.
Friday rolled around and Paul and Martin arrived at Dale's house at 10 minutes till seven. The instructions that Dale had mailed to Martin days earlier said that they were to enter through the sliding glass doors at the back of the house (the doors would not be locked) and he would be in the kitchen. Once they found him, they were to force him to the garage where the video camera was set up and the floor had been covered with 6 large blue mats (like the kind they used to use in gym or for perhaps a yoga class) and they were to start out by harassing him verbally and then escalate the scene to pushing, shoving, hitting and then eventually stomping, kicking and humiliating him.
Dale reminded them in the instructions that a friend of his would watch them from another location and that the scene should be handled with care and professionalism and that since they were being compensated handsomely for their participation, they should use restraint and some common sense. Martin and Paul entered through the glass doors and moved through the house. They found Dale sitting at the kitchen table. He looked up as they approached.
"Get your ass up," Martin barked.
Dale rose from his chair and turned around and headed down the hall to the garage. Martin grabbed him by the arm and forced him along. Once they were standing on the mats, they all looked at the camera and Paul came up behind Dale and held his arms.
"We're gonna rough you up some, bitch. You're gonna hurt once we're done with ya,"
Martin shouted at Dale. Paul continued to hold Dale's arms while Martin poked and prodded and yelled. "Yeah, we're gonna make you sorry!"
Martin kept at it. He got right up in Dales' face and yelled, "Faggot!" He then grabbed Dale by his belt and pulled him closer. He unclasped Dale's belt and pulled it off. He popped him (lightly, but Paul said he could tell Martin wanted to hit him a lot harder) across the legs, "Get down on your knees," he ordered as he grabbed Dale behind the neck and forced him down to his knees.
Paul walked around to the front of him, placed his tennis shoe on Dale's chest and pushed him backwards. Dale fell over on the mat with a flop, and Martin and Paul immediately started kicking and stomping on him. Not that hard, but enough to make Dale crouch and ball up into the fetal position.
"Don't hide faggot. Don't curl up on me!" Martin yelled down at Dale.
Martin then grabbed Dale's right arm and pulled him over onto his back. Martin stuck his big combat boot down across Dale's throat. He didn't press down hard, but he still held Dale firmly to the floor. He placed his other booted foot on Dale's chest and stood on top of him. He actually jumped up down a few times on him. Paul could tell that Dale was really getting off on the abuse. Martin held Dale's arms up and placed his combat boot right on Dale's face. He ground the treads into Dales' face and Dale immediately sprung a hard-on and struggled a bit to get away. He couldn't move though with his arms held in Martins' strong grip. Paul kicked off his sneakers (he wasn't wearing any socks underneath) and grabbed Dale's legs. He spread them apart and placed his bare foot on Dale's crotch. He ground his foot against the rise in Dale's jeans before dropping his legs and walking across Dales' stomach and chest. He stepped off the mat beside where Martin held him down firmly with his boot.
"Beg, bitch. Beg me not to crush your skull. Beg me not to stomp your ass through this fuckin' floor!" Martin yelled, really into it now.
He released Dale's arms and let them fall to the mat. He stepped up onto Dale's chest with both feet and stared down at the helpless victim pinned beneath his size 13 boots. "Lick my boot you pig!" He ordered Dale. And Dale stuck out his tongue and began to lick Martin's boot. "Lick it harder. And all over too, not just there on the heel!" Dale again did as he was asked. Martin stepped off of him but immediately stuck the boot back into Dales' face. Dale continued to lick Martins' boot as Paul moved over to stand next to Martin. Paul took his bare foot and kicked Martin's boot out of the way. He shoved his foot into Dales' mouth. Dale sucked on Paul's foot and the rise in his jeans was getting bigger and bigger.
"You like that don't you?" Paul questioned. Dale said nothing, but continued to suck on Paul's foot. "Now the other one," Paul demanded as he shoved his other foot into Dale's mouth.
Martin in the meantime was kicking off his big boots. He wore thick gray socks underneath. Paul pulled his foot from Dale's mouth. He stood up on Dale's chest and forced Dales' face over on it's side with his foot. He stepped down on Dales' head with most of his weight. Martin came back over and pushed Paul off. He squatted down and grabbed Dales' head in his hands. "I'll give you something to smell and lick bitch!"
He released Dale's head and stood up. He shoved his size 13 foot onto Dale's face. His foot covered Dale's whole head. "Smell that!" Martin ordered. He rubbed his big, socked foot all over Dales' face. He stuck his foot under Dales' side and pushed him over onto his stomach. Martin stood up on Dale's back. He walked across him several times. Paul could hear Dale grunt from the weight, but he never once asked Martin to stop. Martin stepped off of Dale and stood with one leg on either side of him. He placed his big, socked foot on the back of Dales' head and ground his face into the mat.
"You're not worth a shit," Martin said. "You won't even put up a fight!" He stepped on Dale's back as he crossed the room and sat down to place his boots back on. Paul kicked him a few times (lightly) in the side and sat back down to put on his shoes as well. "We're outta here you stupid shit!" Martin barked loudly.
Dale rolled over and his hard-on was still prevalent. Martin knew from the instructions he'd gotten in the mail that they couldn't leave until Dale had gotten off. Martin walked over to Dale and bent down. He unbuttoned Dale's jeans and pulled them down. He ripped Dales' underwear down roughly and stood back up.
"Cum on my boot you faggot," Martin said. "Cum on it and then I want you to lick it off!"
Martin placed his big boot up on Dale's thigh and he had absolutely no trouble shooting his load. He shot it all over Martin's boot. Martin stepped on Dale's stomach with the sticky boot and then stepped off of him. He straddled Dale and raised his big boot to Dale's mouth. Dale licked Martins' boot clean. "That's it bitch. Lick it all off. I want it clean!" He sneered.
Paul walked up and looked down at Dale. "That's a good faggot, lick his boot,"
When Dale had finished, Paul and Dale both stepped on him one last time before leaving the way they came in. A few days later Martin got a check in the mail. It was for $1200. There was a note from Dale that said he got exactly what he wanted and the extra $100 apiece for each of them, was well worth it. He admitted that there really was no friend watching from another location, and hoped that this news didn't upset them. He thanked them for their services and hoped to call on them again sometime in the future. Knowing Martin I'm sure he'll be up for it!
