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Grant and I had been friends for a couple of years at college when two
others guys at college invited us to go camping. It sounded great - a few
days in the countryside, far enough from civilisation for a rest but not so
far you couldn't find a beer. So the four of us - Grant and I, Tony and Mike
- set off in Mike's old Volvo.
The first day was great. The weather was terrific. We got on well. Mike's a
big black basketball player - good enough to be a pro - and he taught us a
few moves.
That night, we had a couple of beers and sat round a fire swapping stories.
The beer seemed to go to my head. I looked across at Grant and he, too,
seemed sleepy. We said goodnight and headed for the sleeping bags.
I came to with a start. I went to look at my watch but couldn't move my
arms. A light flared, and I realised I was tied up against a huge tree.
Grant was beside me, our shoulders pressing together. We were seated -
slumped, more like - on the rough earth at the base of the tree.
"What the..." Grant started to say, and a hand shot out of the darkness and
clamped across his mouth.
"Shut up!" It was Tony. As my eyes grew accustomed to the night, I could see
he was wearing nothing but his jockey shorts. He moved back, releasing
Grant.
"This is why we really asked you. " It was Mike, his deep, dark voice
rolling out of the warm night. I saw his long, muscular leg come out of the
dark and up to Grant's face. His big, size 12 foot gently touched his right
cheek, and started to move across his face. Grant's large, slightly upturned
nose began to be pushed sideways by Mike's foot.I saw Grant's nostrils flare
as Mike pressed harder, squashing his nose sideways. "Mike?" Grant tried to
say, but it came out more like "Bike" as his nose was flattened beneath
Mike's foot. Mike rubbed his foot up and down Grant's face, cruelly
distorting it.
Suddenly my view was blocked as Tony's foot appeared in front of my face. I
caught a flash of white teeth in the dark as he grinned. I tried to move,
but was held tight by the ropes. Tony's big toe came closer and closer to
the tip of my nose, and, gently at first, began to press it in. I felt my
nose distorting as the pressure increased. The sweaty aroma of his foot
filled my senses as I felt my nose being squashed flatter and flatter. I
must have looked like a pig as he kept the pressure up. I tried to look at
Grant, and could see he was now being treated the same way. Mike's big toe
(and his toe WAS big) was pressing Grant's nose in. Grant's nostrils flared.
"Can you smell my feet?" asked Tony. I could smell little else. The acid,
sweaty aroma blocked everything else.
I could feel the damp sweatiness of the base of his toe as my nose flattened
against it. It slipped slightly because of the moisture.
"How about now"
Mike and Tony both moved their feet down at the same time. I felt my nose
flatten more, my nostrils squished flat and to one side. Grant had the same
problem. Neither of us could smell anything now - even breathing was a
problem as both men pushed their feet against our mouths. Now my own sweat
was mingling with the moisture from Tony's foot, forming a slick layer on my
face. Tony moved his foot so the ball was against my mouth. I tried to keep
my lips clamped tight - I didn't want to have to taste his foot. His toes
were still distorting my nose, and as he wiggled them, I could feel my face
distorting horribly.
I glanced across at Grant. Mike still had his foot pressing Grant's nose
really flat, pushed down so hard that his eyes were being pulled out of
shape too. I could smell nothing but that sweaty, socky reek as Tony pressed
the ball of his foot against my nose. Ohmigod... was he going to break it?
He squashed it harder and harder, and began to twist it round at the same
time. The pain was unbearable, the smell was unbearable, I couldn't breathe,
all I could feel was the tough, leathery roughness of the calluses on his
foot pressing my face back. I couldn't open my mouth and began to feel like
I would explode if I couldn't get my breath soon. I could feel Grant also
tensing beside me, his shoulders trembling slightly as he, too, was pushed
back and back.
I don't know which of us blacked out first, but we came to together. The
pair of us had been zipped up together in a single sleeping bag, stark
naked. There was no sign of the Mike or Tony, the tent, the car... we were
alone in the forest, unable to move as we were still bound, our faces
pressed together in our imprisonment.
We finally managed to get free, and found our clothes a short distance away.
We never saw Mike or Tony again... but I will never forget the smell of his
feet.
