This choice: Steve fails in the most humiliating way possible. • Go Back...Chapter #6Steve fails in the most humiliating way possible. by: redhead3710   You decide to breath in deeply on last time before you speak up, your head still bowed. But instead of calming your nerves, you only manage to inhale a dose of the potent footstench you avoided earlier by taking only flat, tiny breaths. But your decision is already made, and by the time Josh's stench hits you like a hammerblow you have already stopped massaging his feet. You desperately try to stay strong, but can't help but leave a disgusted little "Uugh..." come over your lips. In an attempt to get up to eye-level you raise your head and inevitably stare right into the bottoms of Josh's broad feet, emanating the potent stink now filling your nostrils and filthy from a whole summer day in flip-flops. As you back out a bit to avoid the stench and try to make eye-contact with Josh, you feel the whole situation sinking in.
These were the feet you just spent what felt like an eternity massaging, on your knees. The dirty, stinking feet of a younger jock-boy, who just got into your house, occupied your couch and put you on your knees right in front of him. Without you fighting back. You tell yourself that you would speak up now, and end this once and for all. But all of a sudden you feel weaker and more pitiful than ever before.
"Josh.. that's... that's it... ... !" you manage to get out. You don't know whether to be proud that you finally spoke up, or embarassed that your words sounded so strong in your head, and yet so paltry spoken out. Then you raise your head to meet Josh's gaze. The athletic teenager is just sitting there unimpressed, relaxing on your couch and looking down at you scornfully. You had planned to throw him of by making an assertive start, but your words sound weak even to yourself, and Josh is radiating an amount of confident smugness you were unable to imagine anyone displaying, until now.
"I... I'm not rubbing your... ... feet anymore..." You try to keep his gaze, but Josh just glances down on you so arrogantly that you just find yourself unable to do it. You were unable to stand up to the jock-boy who made you rub his smelly feet. You avoid his gaze for a moment, and when you fixate him again you find the right corner of his mouth raised and his eyebrows lifted mockingly, as he leans back, puts his hands behind his head and puts his muscular body on display.
"... You get up and... ... you... you... y..." As you look at the impressive physique of this 16-year old you lose your last hope. Josh just watches with a sneer as you hang your head in shame and the first tears start coming to your eyes. "... ... leave... right now... ... ..." you stammer out humiliated.
~Find your balls Steve!?~ Who were you kidding. You were no match for your teen bully, and he knew it as well as you did. All the boy had to do in order to demonstrate that was to show off his muscles and watch you grovel. That was all it took to break you.
"I, I ... I donn wanyou roun... ... ... hea... ... so... ... ..." your voice is a whimper now, and Josh silently enjoys your pathetic display, as you don't know whether to continue hanging your head in shame to hide your tears or look him in the eyes as you 'speak up' to him.
You know you are making things worse with every word you're saying, but you just can't stop talking, in the desperate attempt a miracle will happen and help you safe your face somehow.
"Out... outtamy house... be... be... before... ... ..." As you sheepishly look up at Josh again, you see him not even looking at you anymore, instead smugly and contentedly taxing his biceps while he flexed, like there wasn't anything unusual about an older guy groveling at his feet, humiliating himself in a helpless attempt to speak up to him.
"... ... T... t.. tellyao... olldabro... ..." you manage to whimper, before you lose it and just kneel there sobbing uncontrollably.
It all sounded so smart in your head. Yeah, threatening the 16-year old with telling his older brother about how he dominated you... Great choice, Einstein. Now as you kneel, totally intimidated in front of your teen bully cockily flexing his guns after that empty threat of yours, you feel like a stupid child threatening a grown up with running to your parents. As degrading an experience as you could possibly imagine, never before in your life had you felt this inferior.
Finally, you find the courage to look up at Josh again, who did not say a single word during all of this. You find him still looking down at you smugly. "Are you done now, Stevie?" he asks slowly and firmly, his voice dripping of contempt and scorn. The tears start to come again and you just manage to produce a shameful nod. "And what do you think is going to happen now, eh!? Look at you! Down on your knees, crying like a child. Aren't you, eh? Was that supposed to be your big standup to me!?"
You hang your head in shame again, as his mocking stare pierces you. The way you have failed to stand up for yourself is bad enough. But the scorn, and the rhetoric questioning with which the boy pulls you into a mock debate with him make the situation almost unbearably humiliating. After all, how could you answer with a shred of dignity to his questioning, after what just happened.
"PA-THE-TIC!" The word cuts right through you like a razor. "Look at me, boy. Look at me while I am talking to you." You comply, and look at the handsome teenager. "Absolutely, pa-the-tic. That's what you are. Eh, boy!? HAhahaha...". Josh obviously enjoys the situation, and intents to milk it to the fullest, now even raising his finger while lecturing you. "Pathetic whimp, trying to stand up to me, not even able to produce one coherent sentence without stammering. Should just have done what you were told?! Instead of questioning the orders of a REAL man. Huh, pathetic whimp!?" the arrogant teenager mocks you.
"Would have thought coming into your house, bossing you around to hand me drinks and rub my filthy feet would have been enough to teach you your place. Huh, whimp?! I am already more of a man than you ever will be, pathetic boy. Understand me!? Answer me, boy!" Josh sneers, emphasizing his point with a few swings of his finger. "Yes... Josh..." you whimper weakly, completely destroyed, as he leans back contentedly and chuckles once again.
"Since you havn't learned your place yet, I guess I need to teach you a good thorough lesson, about what it means to be a real man, little bitch! When I am done with you, you will know how to respect your superior, boy! Now, let's take of where we left it. With you being put right were you belong, kneeling at my dirty feet. Hahahaha. Or do you have a problem with that, whimp?!" Josh seemed determined to rub his superiority in your face as much as possible, constantly asking you for affirmation and verbal submission to him. And he enjoyed every second of it, while you just wanted to sink into the ground, due to the humiliation of being treated this way by a younger boy, without fighting back. "Yes... Josh..." "Hahaha..." Weakly, you take your old position, your head bowed as to avoid his horrible footstench, with a whimper you put your hands back on his feet to start the massage.
"Oh, come on Stevie, it's not that bad." Josh claims. "After all you have learned your place now, eh? And since we have this sorted out once and for all we don't need to worry about this anymore, because we all know where we stand." he grins down at you. "Now, tell me: Who is your master, Stevie?" "You, Josh." you say, as he cockily enjoys your verbalized submission to him before, almost casually, adding: "Good thing you know it by now, Stevie. But the thing is, I can't just let you pull of that pathetic punk stunt of yours and let you get away with it. You need to respect the only man in this house. Now, since you declined to rub my feet, and you dared to talk back to the only real man in this house, you are going to get two punishments, boy. Look at me!" he exclaimed smugly, again wagging his finger up and down. You meekly comply.
"First, as you have dared to talk back you are not allowed to say anything until further notice. No more talking from now on, it is silent time for you, young man!" You shortly sob at the humiliating way you are adressed by the younger boy as he, smiling arrogantly, just enjoys his dominance to the fullest. "Second, you obviously need a thorough lesson in what it means to serve a real man, and what it means to be a real man, little bitch. Now, there you are again, right were you belong. At my superior feet! Look at them, boy!!!" Slowly you raise your head, until you're looking at the bottoms of the teenagers filthy feet again. "Now, these are the feet of a real man. And they STINK, boy!!!" Josh begins lecturing you again. "This will be your punishment for being a little whimp, who is not able to stand up for himself. A good whimp has to be able to recognize his master by his scent. So now, you are going to sniff my STINKING feet, boy! You are going to smell these bastards until you are unable to think of anything else but the scent of your master's feet. The STINKING feet of a REAL man, you little bitch!"
Leaning back, the boy smugly watches your inner struggle for a moment. You look up pleadingly one last time, not daring to speak up again, and meet his smug gaze. Than you meekly comply, and obediently put your nose on the ball of his left foot, inhaling timidly. "Ugh..." The stench is overwhelming, and you sob one more time before inhaling again, this time deeper, in order to please your bully. How humiliating. "Oh, bytheway, you need to look me in the eyes while you grovel. A lot of nonverbal communication needs to be made, and I want this lesson to really sink in for you." the cocky jock-boy informs you. You meekly comply and look into his face. Unwillingly you look into his handsome face scornfully looking down at you, as you obediently put your nose on the bottom of his right foot again, inhaling deeply. He was right. It STINKS of man.
"Hahaha. PA-THE-TIC!! Hahahaha!!!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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