by Casper D
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I actually challenged him to a good ole fashion pistol duel.
I even said the winner could suck the shot loser’s toes… assuming the loser wasn’t killed in the duel.
I thought I could easily cut him down but I underestimated him. He shot me and left me for dead, and dead I would presently be--but not just yet. The blast from his revolver had certainly rendered me unconscious.‘
The videotape that he’d later play for friends told me what happened after I’d passed
out.
I watched how he stood over me with such a look of joy at having a blond-haired handsome nineteen-year-old like me helpless and at his disposal. He pulled off my boots and stared for a long time at my white socks. Eventually he took hold of my ankle, brought my foot up to his face and deeply sniffed the area beneath my toes. This got him hard as a rock. Then he reached up and grabbed the top of one of my socks--pulling it slowly down my leg. He slid it over my heel and continued up to my foot until it sprung loose in his hand.
Now my bare size 12 foot rested helplessly in his hands. He repeated everything with my other foot.
He gently touched my sole with his fingers, all but drooling at the sight of my smooth, blemish-less skin and manicured clear toenails. He put his index finger nail at the base of my heel and dragged it up the sole of my foot till he reached my toes. Even though I was out cold, my foot jerked at his touch, my toes wriggling like crazy. I even drowsily giggled a little. He froze, clearly afraid that I was going to wake up. But I remained unconscious.
Still he didn’t seem to want to take the chance. So he just left me there. I guess I was supposed to die, but I eventually came to, gun fully in hand, and loaded still.
I sat up just in time to see him walking away, so I aimed and cried out, “You lose!”
Then I pulled the trigger.
But the second my voice rang out he dove and whirled around, gun in hand. I was still firing shots at him, and he was firing shots at me. The difference was that his shots found their mark. .
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
My bullet-ridden body collapsed upon the ground, empty gun in hand, and passed out before he could fire a single shot.
On the video I saw how, as I lay unconscious, he caressed my feet in pure adoration. He then began slowing and lovingly kissing them all over. His kisses were so gentle and surely would have been pleasurable had I been awake.
He tenderly kissed my feet and toes. He trailed his tongue over my feet and took my toes in his mouth one by one and sucked on them. Then sucked my toes again--working his tongue around and between my toes while giving very gentle sucking action.
Then ke left me laying there again. But this time he called 911... And this is the reason I’m able to tell you this story today!
