You begin to walk over to say hi to your friend, Harry and ask him what is going on. As you are walking, you can overhear a conversation between Harry and this unknown boy.
"How's it going down there. You liking being under my feet?"
"I guess. I did lose that bet after all. Are you trying to turn me into a foot fetishist, Harry?"
"You bet I am, Chris. I guess it's working right?" You know the boy is named Chris and he is 14 years old. He is a blonde-haired, brown-eyed boy who is wearing yellow t-shirt, white shorts with blue flip flops on his size 12 feet.
"Yea it is working, Harry. I'm now enjoying being under your feet. Are you having fun, Harry?"
"Of course I am, Chris. I'm enjoying this. I just hope you don't hate me for converting you into a foot fan."
"Nah. I don't hate you, Harry. This is rather fun."
"Ohh that's cool man. I'm glad you don't hate me." Just then, Harry spots you and decides to call you over.
"Hey Josh. What's up man? What you doing here?"
"Ohh not much, Harry. I was just on my way home from the park. What's going on over here?"
"Ohh nothing. I just won a bet and my friend Chris here has to let me use his face as a foot rest for as long as I wish."
"Ohh i see. Hope I'm not disturbing your fun haha"
"No worries, Josh. You wanna join us?"
"Sure. Sounds like fun, Harry." As soon as you say that, Harry tackles you to the ground.
"Harry. What the hell are you doing? Why did you tackle me?"
"Well Josh, I feel Chris so get his turn to dominate someone with his feet."
"Why can't you do it, Harry? You were the one who had your feet in his face for who knows how long."
"He will he chances to get back at me soon enough. Don't you worry, Josh"
"Quick. Chris. Before he gets up, sit on his stomach and use those feet of yours to dominate him."
"You got it, Harry." replies Chris as he sits on your stomach, kicks off his blue flip flops and places his size 12 feet firmly on your face.
"Yea that's it, Chris. Dominate him with those feet. Rub those feet in his face. It's your turn to have someone under foot haha"
"Ohh I'm gonna enjoy this. Don't you worry, Harry." replies Chris as he rubs his feet in your face. He then pinches your nose with his toes as he forces you to smell his feet.
"You like that huh? Don't ya, Josh?"
"Mmmphhh" is all you could muster as a response.
"I think you like this, Josh. Why don't you....
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