“Oh man, Greg really did a number on you, faggot! I can smell his feet on your face from here. And that last minute thinking on my part - genius! He was not going to let you do that until I made up the bet story. Hope you have the energy for more, we are just getting started.”

Before Master Ian can continue my verbal humiliation, we suddenly see the flashing lights of a police car pull up behind us. They are probably pulling us over for speeding. Master Ian does not seem too thrilled with the delay, meanwhile I am happy with taking a longer break between men.

Master Ian pulled over next to a bus stop along with the police officer. After a few minutes, two large policemen get out of their car and approach the truck. They both look to be over 6’4, and are at least 40. Both have very large muscles and big boots on.The shorter of the two goes up to Master Ian and introduces himself as Officer Ali and his partner Officer Ferdanez. Officer Fernandez is on the other side of the truck, giving me daggers in the back seat.

“Son, do you know why I pulled you over?” Officer Ali asked Master Ian. Before Master Ian can apologize, Officer Fernandez speaks up and points me out.

“What does your shirt say? You like smelling men’s feet?. Turn around”...”Foot Slave”.

I began to tremble in fear as these two officers stare me down. I am praying Master Ian does not give them an explanation, even worse, praying these two officers don’t put me at their feet. To my horror, I hear Master Ian’s laughter yet again, knowing what is about to come.

“You see, my step brother back here lost a bet. We agreed the punishment would be asking random people to smell and lick their feet. He lost the bet, and now he has to beg to worship whoever I say!”

I figured he would keep to the original story used to convince Greg, but now he is adding details. He made sure to point out that I agreed to this, and used the word “worship”. Knowing him, he is trying to make these officers feel less sympathy for me. I didn’t think it would get worse, but then he pulled up the video of me worshiping Greg.

Officer Ali began laughing hard, yelling at Officer Fernandez to come join in my humiliation. Officer Fernandez laughed a little bit, but he looked more disgusted than anything. I shrunk down in the back seat to hide my shame as much as possible. Once things died down, Officer Ali decided he did not see enough.

“Son, that was some nasty shit” Officer Ali said, meanwhile his partner came back to my side and leaned into my side. “Tell you what, we can forget the speeding if we can get your little foot slave under our feet” Officer Ali went on. My eyes started to swell with tears as Master Ian excitedly agreed to the proposition. Before he can continue one, Officer Fernandez once again interrupted:

“You disgust me boy, agreeing to worship random men's feet”. I could not bear the embarrassment, my head slowly drifted down to the floor.

“Look me in the eye, boy”.

I am crying at this point.

“Do you know how disgusting my feet get in these boots? They are 7 years old and worn to shit. I asked for new boots from my CO, but he just laughed in my face. Fucking asshole.”

Office Ali begins to walk over to my side to the truck, he has a sadistic grin on his face and is holding back laughter. “Boy, I don’t think you are ready to handle my stink. I have been in these boots since last night” Officer Fernandez went on.

At this point, I am full blown shaking. I am terrified Officer Fernandez will kill me if I do not obey. “Quick shaking boy” he yells, but it just makes me more frightened.

Officer Ali chimes in: “Maybe we should cuff him and lay him down under that bench over there, what’da think Marcus?”. Officer Fernandez chuckles, “Yea, I don’t want this faggot squirming the entire time. That man in the video looked like he was enjoying himself”.

My door suddenly flies open and I am grabbed by Officer Ferandez. He then pins me face down to the ground while Office Ali squats over my head and handcuffs me behind my back. They then pick me up by my arms and legs and bring me over to a bus stop bench. They lay me down on the concrete with my body facing out and immediately prop their boots up on my chest. I see Master Ian running up to record my torture, making full use of this impromptu humiliation session.

“What should we do first?” Officer Ali asks. Officer Fernandez growls under his breath for a moment before speaking.

“I want him to lick our boots. We are officers of the law and deserve to be respected by low life fags. And if our CO doesnt want to buy us new boots, we can just have these cleaned”. Officer Ali starts to chuckle again before agreeing.

“Tongue out loser!” Officer Ali chirps, “Make sure to get deep into the treads”. Officer Ali’s boot is hovering over my face and I continue to cry on the ground. I slowly stick my tongue out and press it to his soles, after which he started dragging his boot up and down for me to lick. The taste is horrendous, but I have no other choice but to keep licking.

Meanwhile, Officer Fernandez is still staring down into my soul. This man wants to hurt me, he is looking at me with such disgust I begin to feel disgusted myself. This thought process makes me sob, enraging Officer Fernandez even more.

He stomps my stomach and yells “Better stop crying, slave!” I am gasping for air at this point. “You have another pair of boots to clean. Mine my dirtier and bigger, so hurry the fuck up!”.

Officer Ali then moves his boots over to make room for Officer Fernandez. Before he makes me start, they both notice my tongue is black with filth and dirt. This sends Officer Ali into a laughing fit, meanwhile Officer Fernandez grabs my hair to pull me closer.

“Tongue out.” He growls. I resume my task of being a boot licker. He was not lying when he said his boots were dirtier. There was much more dirt and scum in his threads, plus had a faint smell of sweaty leather coming from the bottom. There was a piece of gum I was trying my hardest to avoid, but my tongue did graze it a few times. Officer Fernandez stopped for a moment to inspect my progress. He then noticed and pointed out the gum I was trying to avoid.

“What the fuck is this?”. I was stunned in fear, I couldn’t utter a word. He then stomped on the side of my face pinning me to the concrete.

“When I said lick my boots clean…” He goes on, starting to grind his heavy treads onto my face. “I mean fucking lick every inch of my soles, FAGGOT!”. I beg sobbing again, which prompts him to once again stomp on my stomach.

“Chin up, mouth open. I am going to use your teeth to scrap this off.” I have no other choice than to comply. Once I am in the position, he drags his soles and grinds them against my teeth, scraping off the gum in my mouth. After a few more times, he puts his boot over my whole mouth and yells “SWALLOW”. I gag as the old gum goes down my throat, I cry my hardest not to cry as to avoid another stop.

Master Ian zooms in on my face to capture my embarrassment, I try my hardest to keep my face away from the camera. Officer Ali is laughing so hard he is about to call off the bench, and Officer Fernandez still has his boot planted over my mouth. He is looking me dead in the eyes.

“Hope you’re ready for what’s next”.

I knew what was next, yet I was not ready. The stench of Greg’s feet was still lingering in my nose, and I was about to experience even more stink.

“I think you should go first, Mike. I know my feet are absolutely disgusting right, so we should give this loser a chance to get used to yours first” Officer Fernandez suggested. He then used his legs to shimmy towards Officer Ali.

“Works for me, but you’re making it seem like my feet don’t stink that bad” Office Ali replied. “I was kinda rushing this morning and just put on my boots and left. Haven’t washed my feet or taken these socks off since yesterday morning”. He went on, laughing at my expense.

“Don’t worry! Our footslave can take care of that for you” Master Ian chimed in.

I shivered at this thought. Officer Ali was wiping sweat off his forehead just sitting there, so I can only imagine his feet are worse. Office Ali brings his feet closer to my chin and starts to tap his boots lightly against my face. It feels like he is expecting me to unlace and pull off his boots. He must have forgotten my hands were cuffed behind my back.

“Oh shit, I guess I have to take them off for you”. I wanted to tell him he didn’t have to do any of this. Him and Officer Fernandez can just get up and leave, forgetting about this entire experience.

That fantasy died when Officer Ali started unlacing his left boot. Once the right was unlaced, he tugged on both boot tongues to loosen them up.

“Sorry about this kid, but I guess a bet is a bet! Hope you don’t pass out under there, it’s been a hot few days”.

He started with his left boot, using his right to loosen it up. “Chin up, I need a shoe horn” he says with his heel right under my chin. One quick pull later his boot is falling on my face and then the floor. He did the same with the right boot.

I immediately started to reel at the stench. They were somehow worse than Greg’s and looked a lot sweatier, too. Office Ali was wearing thick blue socks with white toes and ankles. Both socks had holes on the heels as well, the skin looked yellow and calloused. Before I can even think about objecting to his feet, he picked up his boot and shoved my face in the opening. As my eyes focus I see he wears a size 14 boot.

“Deeps whiff, slave! Make sure you get your whole face in there” Officer Ali cheers as he pushes the boot down harder. The inside reeks of feet and is moist with sweat. I swear I felt beads of his sweat fall into my mouth.

After subjecting me to the other boot, Office Ali is ready to make me smell his feet. Before torchering me, he hovered his socked feet over my face. Before my demise, I get one last look at the sweat marks and dirt on his socks. It isn’t long before he starts grinding his sweaty feet on my face.

“Ahhh this does feel good. Guess that guy in the video wasn’t kidding” Office Ali says, somewhat ignoring the discomfort he is causing me. His feet stink and I am starting to become woozy. The parts where his heels are poking through are exceptionally smelly, I am silently praying he leaves the socks on. Between Gregs feet and now this guy, I am unsure how much more than I handle. I start to panic when I realize I still have to work on Officer Hernandez next.

After about 15 minutes of smelling and using my face as a foot mat, Officer Ali lifts his legs up.

“Alright, that was a great time, but I don’t wanna be selfish here. My partner has been patiently waiting for your face this entire time”. He then pushed me back towards Officer Hernandez, who was once again looking at me with total contempt.

Officer Hernandez begins the same way his partner did earlier. He props his boots onto my chest, unlaces them, and loosens using the tongue.

“I know you think Mike’s feet were bad, but I can promise you, mine are a lot worse”.

Officer Ali chimes in with laughter “Oh yeah, I can attest to that. Being his partner for the last 9 years, I can tell you his feet are rancid. He clears out the entire locker room after each shift, our squad cant handle the stench themselves”.

I start to panic again as Officer Hernandez starts to kick off his boots. The stench immediately hits me like a truck; his socks are so sweaty the look stuck to his feet. He is wearing white Nike socks, well, white only in name. There is a pronounced dark outline of his foot, with little yellow spots around the edge and toes. The stink is so powerful I almost vomit. My eyes swell with tears as I beg Officer Fernandez not to abuse my face.

“Please…don’t do this…” I say, turning my head to get away from the stink.

Officer Fernandez chuckles as my pleas fall on deaf ears. He then hovers his socked feet about 2 inches above my face and wiggles his toes to humiliate me even further. It isn’t long before he jams his feet into my face and aggressively starts grinding my head into the ground.

The smell is unbelievable and the socks are completely soaked in sweat. My gag reflex starts kicking in again and I begin to whimper and cry harder. Officer Fernandez presses harder to muffle me to shut me up. This makes it very difficult to breathe and I start to panic, afraid he is going to suffocate me. My head starts to feel light and my vision goes blurry before Officer Hernandez finally lets his feet up a bit. This forces me to take in a deep breath, allowing more foot sweat and stench to invade my nose. This sends me into an uncontrollable coughing fit, giving joy to my tormenter as he continues to abuse my face.

“Pl-please sir, don’t make me smell your feet” I say, mustering up the tiny bit of pride I have left. “They smell so bad please just let me go and we can forget about the whole thing”. I am beyond desperate at this point.

“Awe, do you not want to smell my socks? They really do smell bad, huh? I can smell them from up here, so it must be absolutely rancid for you”. Officer Fernandez teases.

There was a brief moment I thought Officer Fernandez was going to put an end to this. For the first time, he looked at me with feelings other than disgust. In fact, he even looked somewhat sympathetic to my situation. “Please sir, I don’t want to smell your feet anymore”.

“Ahh, okay, I understand. You can stop smelling my socks.” he said. I was shocked and confused but wasn’t going to question it. I start to lean to get up when suddenly another boot is aggressively shoved in my face.

“You can stop smelling my socks, but that means you’ll have to smell my boot,loser!” Officer Fernandez’s boot somehow smells worse than Officer Ali’s. I start to cough uncontrollably as my eyes once again fill up with tears. His boots are so old the tags are almost totally worn out, I cannot read it as clearly as I read Officer Ali’s. All I know is his feet are bigger and more rancid than the last two pairs. My face is now completely saturated in foot sweat and I didn’t have a moment of relief until Officer Fernandez switched to his other boot. After a few more minutes of inhaling boot stench, he brought his feet back over my face, wiggling his toes to tease me.

I quickly said “Wait! You said I didn’t have to smell your feet anymore!”. I knew it was a long shot, but I was desperate. I added a nervous laugh at the end, hoping I can somehow get off on a technicality. He lowered his feet back onto my chest, planting them right under my chin. I am unsure what he is planning, but I am sure he can feel my heart beating under his feet.

“Actually, boy…” he growled, “What I specifically said is that you can stop smelling my socks, not my feet. So with that said…” he then peeled off his socks and wiggled his toes as they escaped to the cool air. Officer Fernandez then slowly dragged his feet up my face and pinched my nose between his big and second toe. “Smell my feet, boy”.

The smell of toe jam and sweat overcame my whole body, I suddenly began to gag under his big soles. To make it worse, he wiggled his toes with my nose lodged in there. I tried turning my head, but his grip was too strong. I was stuck smelling this police officer’s rancid feet, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Hey, don’t forget about me!”. That was Officer Ali chiming back in. In all honesty, Officer Fernandez’s feet are so disgusting, I did forget about him. I was soon reminded once he pressed his bare soles onto my face, giving me even more to gag over.

This went on for a little bit before my tormentors seemed to get a little bored. This was to my relief, as I wasn’t sure how much longer I could handle. Plus, I figured if I could make this out without having to lick their feet, that would be somewhat of a silver lining. The taste of Greg’s feet was horrific, but at this point I would take his feet over Officer Ali and Fernandez any day. Their feet are absolutely disgusting, so I can only imagine how bad they would taste.

I can see Master Ian is starting to get bored as well, he is starting to look at his phone more and reviewing footage from today’s encounters. I am praying this is over soon. Granted, that might mean we are heading to the next location, however, I will take any time not sniffing with great pleasure. Unfortunetly, to my terror, he suddenly perks up and comes a little closer.

“Officer Ali, you said you haven’t been able to wash your feet today?”. Master Ian asked.

“That’s right, I woke up late and had to run out the door. I even slept in my socks last night, so they have been on my feet since around 6 am yesterday”.

I have an idea of where this is going and I begin to panic even more. Officer Fernandez is paying attention with that devious smirk again, it makes me think he has the same idea.

Master Ian then looks down at me and lets out a chuckle. All he can see is my nose between their toes and my eyes peaking right over. My mouth and cheeks are completely covered in feet. He manages to make eye contact with me, and says “Slave, why don’t you ask these nice officers if you can lick their feet clean?”.

Officer Ali begins laughing his ass off again, meanwhile Officer Fernandez is shaking his head with disgust of the mere idea. I start crying uncontrollably again, begging them not to make me lick their feet. They are dirty and covered in sock lint, and it looks like toe nail clippers do not exist within the police force. I started to beg them not to subject my tongue to their bare soles, their boot threads were more than enough to taste.

“I dunno…my feet could really use a nice cleaning. It feels so clammy in between my toes!” Officer Ali teases while grinding his feet onto my face. “Marcus?”.

I then turn my attention to Officer Fernandez who is pondering the decision. He is sending daggers with his eyes again, sensing my fear and non-stop embarrassment. He finally speaks up:

“Well boy, you have been through a lot today! I guess you get what you ask for huh?” I shake my head slowly, once again realizing Master Ian convinced strangers that I asked to be assaulted by feet.

Officer Fernandez continues on: “I want to give you one opportunity to end this all. Maybe even save some pride, but that is doubtful”. I shake off that last comment and excitedly shake my head in agreement, I would do anything to get off from under their feet. Officer Fernandez then lets out a menacing chuckle, making me think this was not going to be an easy out.

Looking back at his partner and Master Ian, he says “I want to play a little game with our slave”. He then turns his attention back to me keeping the same look of disgust he has had for almost this entire time.

“Foot slave, that’s okay with you, right? I mean, from what I can see, you’re one to make bets with others”

If only he knew…

“Earlier today you had your face shoved inside our massive boots.”

I shudder at the reminder and the uncertainty of what Officer Fernandez was about to subject me to.

“I will uncuff you and let you go if you can accurately tell me the size of my and Officer Ali’s boots. Otherwise, your tongue will be used as a foot scrub”.

My eyes grew wide with fear.

“You have 30 seconds”.

Master Ian got closer and zoomed in to capture the growing terror on my face. I started to panic, my mind was fuzzy, and the last thing I wanted to do was remember what the insides of their boots looked like. I started squirming when Officer Fernandez applied more pressure to my face.

“20 seconds” he growled.

I had to speak up, I knew this was my only opportunity to get out of licking their feet. I started to collect myself and really think. My memory started coming back and I began seeing faint images of Officer Ali’s boot tags.

“Uhmmm…I think…”

“15!” Officer Ali cheered, getting excited at the possibility of me answering incorrectly.

“Okay okay…uhm…Officer Ali was a size 14”. I was in shock that I was able to remember. His boot was absolutely rancid, I cannot believe I was able to focus on such a small detail. Maybe I was going to be okay.

Officer Fernandez cut off my small moment of pride to remind me I was not at the end just yet. “Okay and what about me, boy? You have 10 seconds”.

Oh god, I couldn’t remember. His boots were so old and worn out, the insides looked completely torn up. Not to mention the stench; it was toxic. I was too terrified to keep my eyes open half the time.

“5 Seconds”.

I couldn’t remember, I was going to have to like their feet. I started panicking again, knowing I would just have to blurt out a guess.

“3…2..”

“16! You wear a size 16!”

They then removed their feet from my face, and Officer Fernandez got up and leaned into my face.

“Wow! You smell like sweaty socks boy”.

Gee, I wonder why that is.

“Now, how sure are you that I wear a size 16?”

I started breathing heavily, I have no idea how big his feet are. The only thing I had to go off was his are bigger than Officer Ali’s. 16 was the best I could come up with, Officer Fernandez was expecting an answer, and I was genuinely terrified of him.

“I am unsure sir, your boots were very worn out and it was hard to make out”. I said sheepishly, thinking maybe he will go easy since I didn’t lie. It didn’t work, he started to grow angrier.

“That's not good enough, loser! Why did you give me an answer if you were not sure? Are you trying to lie to me?”. He yelled, in a booming voice. 

I started stuttering, I couldn’t make out a word. He was so overpowering and intimidating, and I was truly at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I had to take it. The last thing I wanted to do was to piss him off.

Officer Fernandez then swiped his boot off the ground and turned it so I could see the inside again. Before I can react, the boot drops to my face and I am once again engulfed in stench.

“Tell me the size, boy. Tell me how big my feet are, NOW”.

I was shaking in fear and forcing myself not to gag. I was so weak and defeated I couldn’t focus on anything other than passing out. I tried to look but after a few minutes I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please sir…please let me breathe. I really can’t see anything, please officer”. I was once again full blown crying while begging for relief.

To my surprise, Officer Fernandez lifted up the boot and I was able to breathe again. He was looking at me with that same smirk, while Officer Ali was laughing to himself and calling me a loser. He then put feet back onto my face and turned to his partner.

“Hey Marcus, since this kid didn’t give you a definite answer, that counts as a loss right?” Officer Ali said, now wiggling his toes around my nose. Officer Fernandez then followed suit, and to my horror, agreed with his partner.

“It sure does. Boy, I sure hope you didn’t eat today. You better not vomit on my feet”. He said, pressing down on my face again. “Get that tongue out”.

For the next 20ish minutes, I was forced to stick out my tongue while four big feet used it as a scrub brush. The taste was absolutely retchted, I was gagging every other minute. The amount of sock lint and jam between their toes was enough to fill my mouth, and they made sure I cleaned out every single crevice possible. The heels were calloused as hell, especially Officer Ali. He used my teeth to scrape off the dead skin, and for the first time, Officer Fernandez let out a full laugh. He also loved to grab my tongue with his toes and pull, causing me more humiliation that I did not know was possible.

When they finally decided their feet were clean to satisfaction, Officer Fernandez picked me up by my shirt and stood me to my feet. Officer Ali then grabbed my arms to uncuff me. Once I was free I immediately collapsed to the ground. I was very dizzy and my legs were too wobbly to support me. Both my tormentors laughed at my state, and then Officer Ali put his foot back up to my face.

“Damn, I’m surprised you want our feet some more!”. This gave me a jolt of energy and I quickly got back up to my feet. They both then escorted me back to Master Ian’s truck and told me to get in the back seat. Officer Ali was chatting with Master Ian, saying how hilarious it was to make me suffer under their disgusting feet. I lowered my head in shame when suddenly Officer Fernandez walked up to my window.

“By the way boy, I do wear a size 16”.

My heart sank to my stomach. How could someone be so cruel to someone they don’t even know. He then spit in my face and walked away, putting the cherry on top of one of the most humiliating experiences in my life.    

Master Ian then shook both their hands and got back into the truck. As he was pulling away, they honked and gave us another wave goodbye before going the opposite direction. Master Ian then burst out in laughter and started heading to our next destination.

I am in hell.