My heart was beating so fast it was starting to ache. I am so stupid! Why would I taunt Greenhill High School’s boy's soccer team when they lost the game? I understand they’re my rivals, and it was an away game for them, but I think I took it too far. Well, let me introduce myself. My name is George, I’m a high school freshman, light brown hair, brown eyes, 5’9, size 10 feet, and I go to White Coast High. I made the mistake of teasing Greenhill's team, the losing team, in the last 5 minutes of the game by mocking them while using a megaphone. Let's say they will be the laughing stock of soccer for the remainder of the season.

They are actually great players, and I have to admit, they are all really attractive too, but we somehow managed to win this game. Right after the game, however, two players, Nate and Andrew, got furious at me and tracked me down. Both of them are Juniors, Andrew is about 6'2, blonde wavy hair, stormy gray eyes, size 12 feet, while Nate is about 6,0, black hair, black eyes, also size 12 feet. While their whole team was getting yelled at by their coach, they decided to go after me seeking for revenge. I was running as fast as I could, and I could hear them calling for me a couple of yards behind. I had to find a place to hide at a terrifying speed or else... well I didn't want to think what would happen if they caught me. I didn't seem to be able to find a place to hide, I thought I was dead meat. That's when I noticed one of the buses had it's doors open. It was a really nice bus, and the driver seemed nowhere to be seen.

The boys were pretty far away but were approaching quickly.

I hopped onto the bus and went all the way to the back seats. I was afraid they saw me going on the bus, so I tried to find a place to hide. I noticed how each seat had these boxes attached to the ground of the bus with two holes in it. The wholes were big enough to put your legs in, but it was really dark inside and I was sure they wouldn't see me there, so I opened it and saw what looked like two pairs of calf rests. I pushed myself in and closed the box. I stayed there for at least 30 minutes, and when I was about to leave, I heard some commotion in the bus. That's when I realized I was in trouble. The bus I was in was actually Greenhill's ride, and they were about to ride it home!

I could hear the players coming into the bus, and I could tell they were pretty bummed out about the game. One by one they took their seats, and soon I can tell that two players are seating in the seats above me. When I recognized their voices, my heart froze. It was Nate and Andrew! I tried not to breathe, as I knew that if they realized that I was here, I wouldn't be living to walk across the stage in my graduation. Suddenly I heard a loud whistle and the bus went silent, so I assumed that was their coach.

"So guys, although I am still upset that we lost the match, and I'm sure you all are too, especially after that little White Coast started screeching in his megaphone, but I have something that might cheer you up. I bet you all are tired from the game, and that's why I installed a foot massager in each seat!"

As he said that he pressed a button, I assume, and suddenly I hear some machinery moving. First I started panicking. I thought that I was gonna get caught up in whatever machinery was down here, and end up in the news as 'the kid that got ground up by gears,' but all I felt was a little bit of pressure on my back, and I realized I was pretty much getting a back massage.

I heard all the other massagers turning on and some exciting mumbling all over the bus.

"This is about to feel so good," Andrew said.

"Heck yeah! I could totally use a food massage after that game. I swear I thought the heat would burn my feet up. It feels good to finally take these shoes off." exclaimed Nate

I didn't manage to put together what was about to happen next until it was too late. I saw one pair of feet coming down through the holes in the box, with one of the feet landing in my mouth while the other landed in my chest. He shoved his foot in there with so much strength that it hurt my ribs a little bit. I didn't even have time to process what was happening when another pair of feet went down on my stomach. The smell quickly filled the box. It was the most disgusting smell my poor nose has ever had smelled. Their sweatsoaked socked feet were leaving sweat footprints all over my body.

"This feels weird," said Nate, tapping both of his feet.

"It really does. Is a foot massager supposed to feel this way?" Andrew said as he pushed his feet on my stomach.

They started moving their feet around, exploring my body with their feet. Leaving a footprint of sweat every time they moved their feet. That's when one of my worst fears at the moment came true. Nate took a good look into the box, and we made eye contact. Welp, I was doomed! They were gonna kill me right there and then!

"Dude... guess who found his way into the foot massager?" whispered Nate, whose excitement was evident in his voice.

"No way... the White Coast boy? That's awesome!" Andrew whispered back, "Should we rat him out?"

"No, I have a better idea... HEY COACH, I DON'T THINK MY FOOT MASSAGER IS WORKING!"

I got confused. I thought he said he wouldn't rat me out. The coach was getting closer, and I started panicking. I told myself to calm down, and took a deep breath, only to be rewarded with a putrid scent coming from the soccer players' feet. It was difficult for me to calm down in the middle of those circumstances, but I got calm enough and finally understood what he meant. I grabbed both of his feet... his disgusting sweaty socked feet... and started massaging them.

"Nevermind, it's working now!" said Nate.

I felt the bus starting to move, and I knew I would be in this position for a long time.

Andrew started pushing his feet down on my stomach, which was taking my breath away, so I moved one of my hands to one of his feet and started massaging it too. Their feet smelled horrible! They were wearing long blue tube socks as it was part of their uniform, but they seemed to be a little stretched out by their big feet as could see a little bit of their feet through the fabric. Maybe that, or the sweat added some transparency to the socks; or maybe both.

Annoyed that I stopped massaging both of his feet, Nate moved the foot that I wasn't massaging to my face, covering my nose with his toes. Because his foot was in my nose,  the smell that had filled the box suddenly intensified 10 times more. It was so overwhelming I started feeling dizzy. His feet smelled really strong. I could smell all the hard work he did on the field, and trust me, hard work smells awful. If I didn't have a strong stomach, I would have thrown up right there and then. He kept wiggling his toes and pushing his foot against my face every so often. Andrew started tapping his feet on my stomach, and I realized that meant he wanted to massage his foot faster, so I did.

I suddenly heard Andrew complain that he wanted both of his feet massaged, so the worst happened. Nate wiggled the foot that I was massaging, which signaled me that he wanted me to stop. After I let go of his foot, he tried shoving it IN MY MOUTH. No. This was too much. I started quietly squirming and used both hands to push his socked foot off my mouth. That seemed to anger Andrew, as he kicked my stomach with both feet with such strength that it made it hard to catch my breath. Not wanting any more kicks, I complied and opened my mouth allowing Nate's disgusting feet in, with the other covering my nose, and began massaging both of Andrew's feet. I couldn't taste a lot of it. It definitely tasted sweaty, but it was mostly itchy because of his socks. I could feel Nate wiggle his toes inside my mouth, and he also kept rubbing my face with his other nose, which made the smell intensify a little bit more.

Suddenly I heard some more whispering above me. I couldn't really tell what it was, but my situation couldn't worsen any more, so I didn't bother paying attention. Of course, I was wrong. They both took their feet off my face, and I heard them switching places. I braced for the impact, expecting Andrew's socked feet to come down on my face, but it didn't. Well, it did, but to my horror, not his socked feet. Both of his bare feet flew down towards my face while Nate's bare feet dropped on my stomach. The smell was much more intense this time. It was much stronger and smelled like a mixture of sweat and socks, that's the best way I can think to describe it. I refused to open my mouth this time. No way I was gonna let Andrew shove his feet into my mouth, so I kept my mouth shut. Nate threw a couple of kicks here and there, but Andrew was smarter this time. He held my nose in between his big and second big toe, which started suffocating me, while he kept impatiently pushing his other foot into my mouth.  I was determined to not open my mouth, and thinking he would quit it before I did I kept my mouth shut. I started running out of breath, however, and I didn't have another choice besides opening my mouth. Before I could even take a breath, he shoved his sweatsoaked dirty feet into my mouth and released my nose. I didn't have time to breathe through my mouth, as he shoved his foot immediately after I opened it, and instinctively I took a deep breath with my nose. What a mistake that was, not that I had another choice, but as I took the deep breath his toes were right above my nose. I inhaled that putrid odor coming from his feet and almost passed out. I swear I think I inhaled a little bit of sock lint in the process. Not only that but this time, I could taste everything: From the toe jam and sock lint in between his toes to the salty sweat after a tiring soccer game. Andrew kept moving his feet back and forward in my mouth and wiggling his nose over my nostrils, teasing me for the position I was in. This was so overwhelming that it took me a couple of minutes to notice Nate's impatient feet tapping on my stomach, requesting a massage. As I started massaging his feet, they almost slipped from my hand due to the sweat. I have to admit, I did my best to give him a good massage, hoping they would spare me from any more feet torture. I squeezed his feet from the bottom all the way to the top, ran my fingers in between his toes, removing all the sock lint and toe jam I could find, rubbed the ball of his foot, and repeated the process.

Here I was, inside my Rival team's bus, with one of their players' sweaty dirty smelly big feet in my face and mouth, while massaging another player's tired stinky warm feet. I proceeded to do this for about an hour. How far away was their destination? Suddenly, I hear some commotion above me. This time, I tried to pay attention to their conversation.

"Yo Mark, why haven't you used your foot massager yet?" asked Andrew

"Mine is broken" responded another unfamiliar voice.

Mark? I recognized the name, but not the person.

"We got the White Coast kid in here! We were chasing him down, and I'm pretty sure he was hiding in here. We decided to get some revenge." whispered Nate.

"No way, are you serious!" said Mark

"Yeah! Wanna share it with us?"

"Fuck yeah"

I heard him walking towards their seat, and squeezed himself in it as Andrew's and Nate's feet were pushed more to the side, leaving both pairs of feet on my stomach. I saw a pair of green eyes staring at me through the whole then I heard laughter. I recognized those eyes immediately. Mark Anderson! He was their MVP. I heard a lot about him. He is about 6'3, size 13 feet, dirty blond hair brownish hair, and a pair of dazzling emerald green eyes. Oh no. He was going to share the foot massager with them? This is bad... really bad... not only because I would have three pairs of feet to attend to, but because I know where I remember those eyes from. It was from a player who wasn't wearing any socks in the game. My theory was proven true when a pair of extremely sweaty feet dropped on my face. I didn't think the smell could get any worse. I really didn't. But again, I was proven wrong. They had an extremely intense smell, sweat with a taint of vinegar, and it was absolutely disgusting. I started massaging his feet and heard a sigh of relief above me. He rested both of his feet on my face, and his feet were so big that there was literally not enough face for his feet. Again, I did my best to massage his feet hoping that he would quickly get satisfied and leave. While I was massaging his smelly and sweaty feet, Andrew and Nate kept exploring my body, pushing my stomach along the way. I still couldn't believe this was happening. Poor me. I had the Greenhill MVP's bare feet pressed tightly against my face while two other players' feet pushing onto my stomach.

"Try putting your feet in his mouth, it feels pretty good," said Nate.

Immediately Mark lifted one of his feet and shoved his toes into my mouth. He then moved his head closer to the foot massager and whispered:

"Suck onto the toes, and make sure you clean all the toe jam from between my toes"

After that, I heard some laughing from above me. I didn't want to be kicked by those huge feet, so I complied with him. I started sucking onto those sweaty toes, running my tongue in between his larger and second-largest toe. After that, I moved onto the next gap and kept going, until I repeated the process. It tasted extremely bad, reminded me of salt and vinegar chips but feet flavored. This lasted for about thirty more minutes. Then, to my relief, Mark took his feet off my face and put his shoes back on and said:

"This felt awesome, I gotta tell Brooks and Jacob!"

Oh no, not more people! I also recognized those names. Brook is 6,4, bronze hair, hazel eyes, size 12 feet, and Jacob was the goalie, straight black hair, light brown eyes, size 11 feet, 5,11. As promised, Mark came back with the two new high school juniors. As there wasn't enough space in the seat, they switched places with Nate and Andrew, who whispered to me "Enjoy" as he left. I tried to enjoy this brief moment without any feet over me the most I could. After about 3 minutes, I saw a pair of blue socks tube socks and another pair of white tube socks (probably the goalie) fall on top of me, with Brooks' feet on my face. Nothing new happened then, I massaged Jacob's feet with both hands while brooks kept one of his socked feet in my mouth while another in my face. The smell wasn't as intense as I'm sure their feet aired out on their foot massager. This didn't last long, however, as they quickly took their socks off and pushed their feet back in. They were a lot more brutal than the previous players. Jacob kept kicking me around and Brooks without any mercy shoved his big toe into my mouth. Their feet smelled strong, as they were now barefoot, but not as bad as Mark's.

Suddenly Brooks shoved his entire foot on my mouth, which brought my mouth wide open. His feet tasted disgusting, I was literally about to throw up. He kept wiggling his slender toes inside, and I could feel his long fingernails touch the back of my mouth. With his other foot, he ket exploring the features my face with his foot. After about ten minutes, him and Jacob switched spots. I could see all the sock lint that was stuck in between the goalie's toes. Brooks rested his feet on my stomach and impatiently tapped it, which meant that I should start massaging them. I thought Jacob was going to do the same routine as the previous guys, but then he managed to do the impossible. He shoved BOTH of his feet into my mouth, leaving no space for me to even be able to gag. He then left his feet in there for the next 20 minutes while I massaged Brooks' feet. Brooks kept applying a lot of pressure to my stomach, casually bouncing his feet around. I thought this was it. This would be my life. Serving soccer player's feet, when I  suddenly felt the bus stop. I heard the coach tell the boys to leave, and I felt Brooks' and Jacob's feet leave the box. Before leaving the bus, the boys put their shoes and socks back on and I heard Brooks whispering "That'll teach you not to mess with us again..."

After they all left, I still waited for a couple more minutes just to be sure that they had indeed left. I jumped off the box and ran out of the bus. I was far away from home, so I called a taxi to be able to get to my house. All I wanted to do was get out of that place, and you bet, I never EVER went to another Greenhill vs White Coast soccer game again.