The Dorm Room Bet
by John Flynn
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Finally getting into college as a freshman was by far the best thing I had ever done in my life. I had made it out of high school by the skin of my teeth, and decided I’d go a little ways away from home for college. That path led me to Florida, where I could enjoy tropical weather, and if all else failed; a hurricane could come and knock the school down. Or, I could just drop out. One or the other.
Anyway, my first roommate, the worst one, was the exact opposite of what I expected. I wanted someone who would be at least cool with going out. Willing to drink with me if I ever had the balls to, chase after girls with, and be cool with for next year. A lot of expectations, I know. So it was fitting that I got the typical anti-social nerd for a roommate, who already had his Xbox One and computer monitors set up. The thought of hearing him click buttons all night disturbed me, and I damned myself for even getting a dorm. There was a knock on the door while I was mentally cursing myself for not getting an apartment, and that’s when I and Cody first met.
Much like me, Cody was looking for something to get into, although he looked secretive right off of the back. He towered over me; I was only 5’4. He stood at 6’3, and I could tell that he had played some sport during high school. “Lacrosse, although I wasn’t too good at it.” Laughing, I asked him why. He shrugged as we walked into his dorm across the hall, and he kicked off his vans. His very large vans.
“Damn size 14 shoes. I didn’t fill out until my junior in high school. Before that, I was just a tall, uncoordinated kid, with big feet.” He said. He took a seat on his bed, and wiggled his toes as he laughed, and I felt an urge I swore I would ignore. His soles were perfect, and I caved a little on the inside. Before he noticed me staring, I cut to my iPhone, and he asked me about my roommate. I gave him my disdainful opinion, which only made him laugh more.
“My roommate told me he’s living with his girlfriend for the semester. He’s probably gonna cancel on the dorm. You should tell the front desk to move you over here. It’ll be a good time.”
And truer words had never been said.
I was from Virginia, and he was from Oklahoma. Although I would have never guessed it. His size and figure alone was intimidating, but he looked street savvy. From the way he dressed, to his haircut and the shoes he wore. He did a good job hiding his accent, although it slipped out when he was really enjoying himself. Whenever he laughed hard, he’d smile harder and…I stopped myself. Because it was then that I was smitten by my new roommate. And I didn’t want all of him, just those two huge feet he had. While I moved over my belongings, I took little peeks at his feet whenever I could. After finally connecting all of the TVs, computers, and video games, we decided to head out for a while.
“Hey dude, I got an idea. I think you’re gonna be too scared to take it though.” He muttered to me as we were walking back to our room from McDonald’s. My eyebrow quirked, but I listened.
We ended up making a small wager in the room that night, after a little drinking at a party we stumbled across. Whenever we play a video game, whatever we played, the loser was owned by the winner, until the loser finally beat the winner. Of course, my initial reaction was to win, and I did. Things like Mario Kart and Call of Duty, I made sure to assert dominance, and made him do little things. Like get my laundry, and pay for my lunch. Out of curiosity that next day, I asked him what he would have done to me should he have won.
“I was definitely going to pick on you. You remind me of my little brother, and I used to get him good all the time.”
“Well, too bad you’re not going to ever win.” I teased, silently cursing myself for even winning. Now I was curious. There was a small chance that what I had yearned for could be a reality.
“We’ll see. We’re playing again tonight, when I get back from class. You’ll see.” He said, and it was threatening without him even trying.
I had been napping that day, at least I was, until I felt a broad slab of…something on my face. I blinked, and saw wiggling toes eclipsing my vision, and jumped a little. He laughed hard, and told me to get up and grab a controller. Told you we were playing.
He ended up winning, and he jumped up in victory before he turned to me. “See!? You’re mine now.” He gleamed. I was glad the walls in this dorm were relatively strong; everyone was muted from each other. I wondered if any other roommates any sort of connections like me and Cody had made so far. He playfully tapped his chin, “Get on your knees.”
Suddenly, I thought the worst. Cody was nearly twice as big as me, and now he wanted me to blow him. He’d overpower me if I ran, and it would only make things more awkward though. He was the only friend I had here, I didn’t want to lose him. Especially if I lived with him. As all of these things rushed through my head, he turned around, and dropped his shorts. My stomach churned a bit, the smell was repulsive enough. With being so in shape came having big legs and I should have figure that his ass was just as wide as everything else on him.
“Kiss it.” He demanded, slightly bent over and looking at me. I snorted and gave a rude “No.” in the shittiest tone possible. He backed up some which only made me more nervous. I wasn’t sure what all I was into, but I didn’t want to find out this way. As if on cue, he stood back up and shrugged.
“You know what? Fine. I can do that to you in your sleep. I’ll save that for later. Just put your arms behind your back.” He said.
Third time had to be the charm. I did as I was told, and before I knew it, I heard the sound of duct tape being pulled. In a few seconds, my wrists and ankles for tied together. I couldn’t stand, and I tried to as he grabbed a chair and lifted me. I chuckled, until I ended up draped over his lap.
“You’re not gonna play by the rules, okay.” Was all he said. I hadn’t been spanked since I was like nine, but Cody’s hands definitely reminded me of my father’s, although he was laughing instead of yelling at me. I tried not to let any noise out, but I could feel my ass getting hotter and hotter, and before I knew it, he was asking me again. “Are you gonna disobey? Or are you gonna listen?” He asked. He had his hand primed for another strike, and nodded my head yes to stop the sheer wave of humiliation that waved over me. Manhandled and now sore, I was honestly ready for bed, and to break this stupid bet altogether. He placed me in between the legs of his chair, and grabbed the TV remote. Before I knew it, I felt his feet rubbing back and forth on my hair. “My little brother hated this. His hair would always smell like my feet. It was either this or a toe in the mouth, but I think you’re gonna listen to me, aren’t you?”
I nodded yes again as he kept rubbing his toes all around my head. Sometimes he would speed up and other times he would put his soles on the side of my head, and move it around. I didn’t really try to resist, one of his legs were as big as me anyway. His feet stopped their motion, and for once, I heard a serious tone.
“Can I ask you a question?” He said, moving his feet to either side of me. I turned to him the best as I could, and he started, “You like my feet, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer. He stared at me, and soon wore a scowl for an expression.
“C’mon. Any time I make that bet with a friend, I always throw my weight around. And they either get mad at me, or are too ashamed to talk to me again.” He explained. This made me think of a few things. First, I wondered how many guys’ faces had Cody sat on before. I also wondered if he got pleasure out of doing this like I was. And finally, if I told him the truth, would he suddenly reject me.
“It’s why I moved here. Too many people I played jokes on back home. Was easier to just go somewhere else and start over. I figured you were cool enough to play around with, but you’re not uncomfortable are you?” He asked, and he was sincere. I think he was afraid of me dumping him off, which had a snowball’s chance in hell of happening. Neither one of us had made any other friends here, I wasn’t dropping him now.
“No, it’s fine.” I admitted, having the decency to blush slightly. It was hard to say out loud.
“What do you mean?”
“…I like your feet, dude.”
He grin came back to his face. “No shit? You like this?” He said, putting a foot towards my face. I let it connect with my cheek as I nodded, “Yeah, I do.”
It was a rarity, but two guys with fetishes for feet just ran into each other. He loved guys under his, and I loved being under them.
“But this is our secret, right? Nothing ever leaves the room?” I questioned. I still felt like I had something to lose here. He was still bigger, sociable, and would be able to ruin me if he wanted. From his position, this could just look like a prank on me. And if I’m willing under his feet, I’d be stuck moving to another school running from my past.
“Definitely, dude. I ain’t gonna tell nobody. Ain’t nothing wrong with it, either.” He said getting up. I watched him as he grabbed his pillow, and placed it where his chair should have been went under his desk. He then came over to me, and lifted me again, still taped up.
“What are you doing now?” I asked him as he moved me. He made sure I was positioned to his liking before speaking, “Now that I know what you like, we can bot enjoy this.” He said. I guess that was our way of consenting was foot master and slave. He pulled the chair legs back around me again, and looked at me again.
“You still lost, you know. Now that I know that this don’t bother you, I have to find more ways to pick at you.” He said, placing his feet on my chest. It was then that he grabbed a handful of his own thigh, and I would soon learn to know what that signaled when I went to sleep. Anyway, his beautiful size 14 feet made their way to my face, and start caressing the perimeter of my face and lips, and eventually place both of them flat on my face.
“Get a sniff. I know you want to.” He said, gripping my nose in between his big and middle toe. I did was he requested, and he gave a small grown as he started rubbing his soles back and forth, and eventually all around my face. I was glad he had quit sports. His feet were perfectly smooth and the slight scent was only strong enough to be an added bonus. I spent the night under that desk while he did his homework, and eventually, it was like he forgot I was there.
As days passed, we did more and more. On the days he had to go far across campus, I rubbed his feet when he got back to the room. A lot of times I sat below him, because I knew he would run his feet through my hair, or use my shoulders as feet rest. Our beds were up against opposing walls, but at night I would creep up to the bottom half of his bed, and sleep next to his feet to tease him in his sleep. His laugh as disgruntled as he was sleepy, but it became a usual thing.
We already discussed it, and we’re definitely getting an off-campus apartment together next school year.
I’m even going to have to make a visit during the summer. He wants to beat me and his brother in video games.
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