Foot Soldier by Fidelis
25 photos; 2:38 video
"MMMPPHHHNOO! GGGGMMWHATCHADOINGMME?"
I wiped the sweat from my brow as I surveyed the helpless private, lying trussed, gagged and helpless at my feet. It had been a bit of a struggle to get him down and tied, but the fight had been worth it. I feasted my eyes upon his muscular young body, and was literally salivating as I eyed his bare feet. He had fought me as I had stripped off his boots and socks, but I had prevailed in the end. Mmm, this young man was going to be in for a real treat.
"This is what you get for insubordination, soldier. When I give you an order, I expect to be obeyed, instantly! Phew, insubordination and poor hygiene. When was the last time you changed your socks, soldier?"
I picked up one of his boots and took a heady whiff. Yum, I couldn’t get enough of that smell. I had one of his socks tucked away safely in my pocket, for future sniffing use, while the other sock…well, the young private was chewing away on it. A sturdy strip of tape made sure that he couldn’t spit it out; I wanted to keep this party private and his frantic squeals would bring unwanted attention.
"Now what shall I use on you to teach you a lesson? How about some electricity applied to those feet of yours? What do you think about that?"
"MMMNOOOOOOOOOOO! GGMSARGENNOOOO!"
The poor lad’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Ha, as if I would damage those precious feet! No, I had much better things in mind for those tempting tootsies. I almost shot my wad then and there as I anticipated the delights that lay in store for us. As I advanced upon him, I pulled a long feather from one of my pockets. Those damn geese did have their uses. Soldier boy started to wriggle away from me as I hunkered down next to him, and pulled his feet up. I leant over and took a long sniff, inhaling the fragrant odour. Oh, such bliss. I couldn’t help myself as I took a little nibble on one of his twitching digits. I rolled it around in my mouth, savouring the taste. Then the ungrateful wretch jerked away from me, desperately trying to crawl across the floor. I couldn’t have that, not before the real fun had begun. I flipped him onto his stomach, and sitting down on his back, I commenced to work on those luscious naked feet, feet that were just begging to be tormented.
"MMMMOOOHHNNOO! GMMSTHOPTOHMMPLLLLLEEEEEZZZZ! SHTTTTOOOOPPPPP!"
It was like riding a bucking bronco. Soldier boy heaved and struggling beneath my weight, trying to throw me off as I put that feather to good use. He squealed, he shrieked, he hollered - the sound delightfully and effectively muffled by the fetid sock and tape gag. This was heaven. And to think that this was just the beginning. I had so many plans for my studly friend.
"There, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Hmm, what do you say, soldier boy? What about this? A nice electric toothbrush. This should clear away some of that toe jam, before I give you’re a feet a nice soothing tongue bath."
My helpless private managed to heave himself into a sitting position. Somehow, he was able to scoot backwards, until his back was against the wall.
"GGGMGOMAWAY! GGLEAVEMMALONE! MNNNOOOO!"
The look of sheer terror on his face as I loomed over him was priceless. However, I wasn’t amused when he tried to lash out at me with his bound feet.
"More insubordination? You know that I’m going to have to deal with that. You will have to be punished. I’ll break you yet."
I listened to his soft moans as I hog-tied him, making him into a great big muscular military package. How often I had wished that I had something like this under my Christmas tree. It was far too early for Christmas presents, so I decided that he would be a pre-Thanksgiving gift. He tasted even better than turkey and pumpkin pie. Now it was time to get down to some serious business. With the bristles whirling, I started working away between his toes, determined to remove every single bit of filth. The delicious aroma would remain – at least it would remain until I washed it away with my tongue. His helpless feet were a joy to behold, and to hold. They were almost perfect, beautifully formed and with such a delicious ripe smell. I could feel myself leaking as I scoured away.
"GGGGGAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!!! NOGGMMMOORE!"
I was impressed, despite the blow that I had taken to my chin. Soldier boy had managed to tear free from my grasp, and was arching his back as he struggling against the ropes, vainly attempting to get loose. I smiled at him indulgently. NO ONE got away from my ropes. He was here for the duration.
‘There, there, don’t you fret. The good stuff is just beginning. I’ve got quite a few tricks up my sleeve. What do you think about this one?"
As I flipped him back onto his stomach I started laving his freshly brushed toes with my tongue. I had the kid in my power for the rest of the day, why wait?
THE END
The Foot Soldier played by Clark
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/26/2006