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Yeah, it was my own fault and they taught me a good lesson... one I'd never forget.
See, my buddy Dave and I went boating one day on the boat I was in charge of maintaining. He brought his younger brother, Josh, and a cooler filled with food and drinks and paid for the gas which was a fair deal for me making sure the old Sea Surfer was repaired and ready to rock. Only problem is, I didn't keep up my end of the deal. What happened sure taught me better, though.
Dave was a real big guy, 26, muscular, tall and his hands and feet were huge. His brother, Josh, was 19, sweet kid, hella cute, always walkin’ around in flip flops and shorts that sagged just a bit. We'd planned to take the boat way out, a 6 hour ride in all, then spend the night on the sea and return the next day. Unfortunately, we got about 5 hours in and the engine just cut out. I must've spent a good hour rummaging through the engine, tossing spent parts here and there before Dave caught on that the engine was in way too poor condition to have been sea worthy before we left port.
"I thought you were gonna have this thing ready to go, man." Dave shot, bending over the engine compartment I was half tucked into. Josh merely sat on the cushioned bench nearby, munching on one of the sandwiches Dave had brought.
"I.. I did. ..sort of." I managed weakly.
"Sort of? We could be totally stuck out here, man. I'm going to radio for help." He started for the cabin but I stopped him.
"I eh... didn't fix the radio. I didn't have enough cash."
Dave stopped in his tracks. "You mean, we're stuck out here?"
I worked a bit harder on the engine. "I'm sure we'll be fine. I think I've got it all together. Try it now."
Dave shook his head and sighed and he slumped heavily onto the large box-like bench opposite the tiller. He tried to start up the engine. No dice. Not even a sound.
I grimaced. "Hmm, might be a loose connection, this really does look workable." I got up out of the engine compartment and slammed the lid down on it. Much of the wiring in question was in the column below the wheel and under the bench Dave was sitting on. I opened a compartment in the bench and stuck my head in.
Dave started lecturing me on doing my part and keeping the bargain etc all the while I worked my way through the mess of wires that frankly should've been totally swapped out. I pushed my way through and popped open a compartment door on the opposite side of the bench, sticking my head through. I tried to wiggle my arms through, to open the compartment on the steering column but couldn’t quite fit them through. I looked up and saw Dave sitting above me and he just looked down at me and shook his head.
"What are you doing, dude?" He asked.
I tried to ignore the derision and continued to struggle, trying to get my arms through.
"Why didn't you just come around here and open the door?"
"Look, I was here and it was easier." I groaned and strained.
"Doesn't look easier. Seems to me the 'easy way' is what’s got us in trouble."
"We're not in trouble, just experiencing a minor setback is all. Try it now anyway, I wiggled a few connections in here, I may not even need to get the compartment open."
Sure enough, when Dave tried the engine, it started.
"Woohoo! I told you! I just-" I tugged... and tugged.... "I... umm."
"You're stuck, aren't you."
"Maybe! ...I'll get it." I struggled a bit more but I couldn't move, my arms were wedged in pretty good. "Ok, maybe I'm stuck. Josh, gimme a hand here."
"No way! Josh, you sit right there!" Dave barked with a grin. "I ain’t takin’ a chance turnin’ this engine off. We're goin’ home. And Mr. Fix It, here, stays right where he is till we get back. I think, after all, I have a job for you on this cruise you'll have no chance of screwin’ up."
I'd no idea what he was talking about until i saw him kick off both of his sneakers. His feet were huge, easily size 14 or above, and while they weren't rank or anything, I could already smell them as they popped out of his warm sneaks. I wasn't entirely sure my suspicions were correct about what he was going to do until I saw him insert a toe into each sock and pull them off. Then, in an over-exaggerated motion of relaxation, he slowly brought his bare feet to rest on my captive face.
"Dude, come on!" I said, and wrenched my head to the side. He was undeterred and somewhat roughly used one foot to reposition me face-up and returned his feet to their place of comfort with a bemused sigh.
"I wouldn't push my luck, bud." He chuckled. "I think you're getting’ let off easy." Josh merely laughed as Dave said this but soon added, "Your feet are sore, aren't they, Dave?" Dave smiled. "You know, they are bro." With that, he began rubbing them all over my face. Every time I tried to move left or right, he used a foot to twist my head back into the optimal position for his foot massage. I was screwed. I had no choice but to endure this and I realized he meant to use me as his personal footrest for the entire 5 hour trip back.
He was right, after all, I should've kept my word. Things could've been much worse and people have died over such things. Worst of all, alot of guys might've kicked my ass for it. He didn't, and I didn't expect our friendship to end over it either. He was just gonna give me a lesson, and he taught it well.
After almost half an hour of giving me a lecture while giving himself a very detailed foot rub, he finally brought them to rest flat down on my face. His feet were so huge they more than covered my face. All that stuck out was my nose between each giant foot. Eventually, he stopped paying any real attention to me, just rested his feet on my face, occasionally repositioning for comfort. He and Josh talked about all kinds of things while I was stuck smelling these 2 huge feet I was under.
Once, I tried to free an arm, but he felt what I was trying to do and gave my face 4 pretty sharp slaps with one big foot. "Uh uh, I wouldn't do that. If I were a smart boy like you, I'd stay put and take my medicine lest worst punishments be thought up." He probably meant it, although he was really a cool guy. I decided to screw it and just lie there. He had me, he was right, I was wrong, and if this was the worst he had in store for me, then so be it -I'd take it like a man.
Realizing I had capitulated, he gently rubbed and patted the still-stinging spot where he slapped me and said, "good boy, just stay put." As he and Josh shot the breeze his patting turned again to rubbing and another foot massage ensued. He rubbed one foot at a time for a while, starting his toes on my chin and slowly rubbing upwards until his heel was on my forehead. As each foot came up, and his toes approached my nose, he gave his toes a playful wiggle and made sure to pass them right across my nose. I couldn't help but smell them as they came by, heck half the time his other foot was pressed against my mouth -I had no choice!
When a foot made it to the top, he always paused 2 or 3 seconds and then slowly, methodically, started sliding it down again, toes patting my nose as they came by. He alternated his feet like this for what felt like forever but it soon became clear it wasn't to be nearly as humiliating as when he started rubbing both at the same time. One foot went up while the other came down, twisting and rubbing as they slid by. At that time I had a short goatee and he made no bones about it being there as a massage aid. When those toes slid down to my chin, he wiggled them and rubbed them into my beard. His used my moustache to rub his soles across, backwards and forwards, making it smell like his feet as he sighed in contentment.
This continued for nearly an hour while he and Joshed talked about boating and joked about random things, there wasn't even any talk about me! I was merely his footrest and there was almost 4 hours left of the trip! I guess either he had enough or he figured I'd learned a bit, and he stopped the seemingly endless massage. My face was sweaty and smelled like bare feet, and for a moment I thought he was going to let me up, but instead he just snuggled them on my face and left them there.
I had no way of telling how much time was passing, all I know was it felt like years. I just lay there, face up, with 2 big feet resting on my face, their weight heavy on my helpless face as my buddy sat in relative comfort and piloted the boat. In reality, he stayed that way for over two hours. Unbeknownst to me at that time, however, He had slowed the boat intentionally, and our trip would take more along the lines of 7 hours. I wasn't getting out of this any time soon.
He lifted his feet from my face. I was so grateful to be released from that smelly prison, and the cool air felt good on my face. He left me be for about 10 or so minutes, giving me a break, I guess , although he made no mention of it. Then...
"I gotta take a piss. Josh, you think you can carry on piloting here?"
"Sure thing," he said eagerly, and they traded places. Josh steered the boat like a pro and I didn't even give a thought to what was coming next. It was a few minutes before I saw him slip out of his big blue flip flops and then I knew I was doomed.
Down came his size 12s right onto my face. He didn't rub them around or anything, at least not at this point, just rested them cozily on my face. They too were not rank or anything, but had a real foot smell to them. He looked up to his big brother alot, and seemed eager to play along in this little game and so made a big show of how comfortable he got in this position. I heard Dave emerge from the cabin and he had to see my predicament. I heard him chuckle and pat his brother roughly on the back.
"Good job, Josh. Yeah, you can keep this up for awhile, I think I'm gonna stretch out."
"No prob, I got this." The boy snuggled his feet real good and I could feel him adding weight to my face for a few seconds as he mockingly ground his ass into the cushion in a sign of getting comfy. We stayed like that for 10 or so minutes, but the lad was far more fidgety than his older brother and very soon the toeing around and general foot tapping began. Within 10 more minutes, he was singing his favorite hit songs and tappin’ his feet all over my face. Another hour of this turned into him popping on his ipod and doing it for real to the genuine songs.
He wasn't super rough about it or anything, but 15 songs later my face was definitely starting to sting and the slapping sounds of his smooth bare soles on my face were audible only to me so long since he had those earbuds in, blasting music. Still, it went on longer. I could hear when each song ended, and was sure each time he'd finally let up on me, but as the next tune popped on, the tapping began again. All I could see from down there was big feet coming up and going down, toes wiggling sometimes as a foot came down on my face, and between them, way up there, I could see Josh and his earbuds and his arms steering the boat. He never even looked down at me.
I think was about 30 songs before the boy had any pity on me at all and brought his feet to rest. Their rest, however, was short-lived as he still couldn't stay still for very long. this time, however, discarding his Ipod, he began his own brand of foot massage. He much preferred rubbing the balls of his feet, one at a time, in circular motions around my mouth and moustache. He did this so carefully, arching his toes way up and letting the moustache brush the underside of his toes. This evolved into careful toe and foot brushing up and down across my moustache, working the smell of his bare feet deeply into my nose and facial hair.
About a half hour or more of that and he seemed satisfied with the tingly feeling on his toes. Now he moved to full foot rubs, first placing both feet on my helpless face and then rubbing them, one up, the other down, fairly fast on my face. It actually felt good, rubbing away the stinging sensation still lingering from the 30 song slap fest I had endured. Eventually, after much rubbing, it just sort of turned into the odd rub, twist, or pat as he sort of got bored with it all and settled down. Soon, Dave got up from his nap and stretched and yawned loudly. With a slap on his brother's back, he declared he was ready to take over again.
I watched as the boy parted his feet and smiled down at me. "See you later," he said with a mischievous grin and gave my face a good triple slap with both bare feet before slipping them back into his flip flops and standing up.
Dave sat down now, and smiled down at me. "You look none the worse for wear. Think you've learned a lesson today?
The first time he even spoke to me in hours. I was eager to impress upon him I was deeply sorry.
"Yes! Oh man, dude, I'm really sorry. I've totally learned my le-"
He didn't let me finish. My words were muffled by his two huge feet being planted firmly down on my face again. I'd forgotten how heavy they were, after a few hours under the boy's. Masculine and powerful, they weighed down heavily and he let me know with his weight that he was totally in charge. "That's good, bud," he said, and went about his business taking us home.
He didn't rub or pat, and definitely didn't do a dance on my face like Josh had. I wonder if he had been awake watching all the punishment Josh had dished out to me. Instead, he merely positioned his feet so that my nose was firmly snuggled into his bare toes and gave them the occasional wiggle. So stuffed under my nose were his toes, and the soles of his feet covered my mouth so well, that every breath of mine was a sniff of his feet. His toe wiggling only served to usher his foot smell deeply into my nostrils.
And so I stayed, for the remaining hours of the cruise. With nothing to do for hours but endure the humiliation of my buddy's enormous feet stuffed in my face, I thought long and hard about the trouble I'd caused and how bad it really could've been. Dave just wiggled those toes, making no comment, but guaranteeing that I smelled his feet very very thoroughly. He had to know I was stuck smelling them and that made it all the more humiliating. He was teaching me a lesson and I was stuck learning it. In the end, he circled port three times and made no bones about telling me he was doing it, to make sure I'd thoroughly learned my lesson.
He stopped the boat offshore, finally, and he and Josh sprung me from my trap after much effort. He made sure to puff out his chest when I emerged, sweaty and humiliated, in case I was about to start trouble. But I didn't. Instead, head downcast, I apologized to them both. Seeing that I had taken it in stride, he patted me sharply on the back and said he'd hoped they hadn't been too hard on me. We remained friends for many years, and still keep in touch, but I never ended up underfoot again.
Even though, those times we hung out and watched TV, and I saw Dave kickin’ back, his bare feet propped up and relaxing, I couldn't help but remember the day I spent as his footrest ...and secretly wished for more.
