When I was 18 I went to the hospital due for a checkup.  I walked in the room and sat down and waited for the doctor.

After 15 minutes, a fine, 30-40 year old Indian man walked in and said "hello, I'm Dr. Azoub but you can call me Ahmad."  We shook hands and he had the softest, warmest hands. He started the checkup and I noticed that he was wearing some really old dress shoes with brown dress socks. After a while he said " I think you may have something, I'll have to restrain you to get a better look without you flinching."

I said that was okay so within 5 minutes he had me strapped down on the bed, face up, spread eagle. He sat on the bed next to me and put his feet up near my head and said "you see, I didn't see anything wrong with you, I just wanted to see if my assumption was right." He slowly kicked his shoes off and out came his big sexy socked feet. Ahmad saw my dick getting harder through my pants as he slowly wiggled his toes and said "as I thought, we've got us a kid with a foot fetish." He smiled and placed his big feet down on my face. "I've worn these socks for a week straight and my feet usually stink after one day, I could imagine what your nose is going through. I've had patients with foot fetishes come through and smell my feet. But my feet stink so much that they wouldn't dare look at another mans feet again, the smell is so bad that they stopped liking the smell of feet. Time to cure your little fetish."

He reached his warm, soft hand into my pants and jerked me off while I was sniffing his overwhelmingly powerful feet. The smell was so strong I actually tried getting away from it.

"Don't try going anywhere, you can't leave my room with that foot fetish." He pulled a strap down over my forehead to hold my head in place. He pulled my pants down and finished me off making me cum. Once I came, things got worse. The smell of his feet was too strong and after I came he didn't stop jerking my dick. He took his socks off and placed his big bare feet on my face.

"We're going until your dick can't get hard again from my feet." I tried begging him to stop "plea..." He stuck his toes in my mouth and covered my nose with his toes. "Shut up." He used both hands to put his long dress sock up at my dick head and started rubbing the length of it back and forth. The friction on my sensitive tip was so much I was screaming but his toes were in my mouth.

My doctor finally left my dick alone and just focuses on torturing my senses. He kept his toes in my mouth, put his other foot over my nose, and slowly tickled me so I would struggle to breathe and breathe hard through his nasty, sweaty feet.

He got up, tied his dress shoe to my face, and put on some running shoes without putting his socks back on, and said "I'm going to the gym, I'll be back to finish this, you can sit here and sniff my work shoe heheh."

He walked out and I sat there enduring the torturing stench of Ahmad's feet.