Supporting My Best Friend Part 3

[M/m] Foot Content, Cruelty

Generally, I feel normal again, minus the incredible torture that I went through yesterday at the feet of my best friend. My body has healed and I am again ready to be tortured once again. I walk around in the prison that I have found myself in and I realize that I am in a box with Blake's shoes. the very shoes that crushed me into goo yesterday. I honestly can't figure out what I did in life to deserve this treatment from someone I cared about. While thinking about the circumstances I found myself in, I felt some vibrations that were growing stronger. The lid was lifted off of the shoe box revealing the mess that I woke up in. I could see the dirt and mud, ant corpses, and of course I could see Blake high above me smirking at me. "Well, look who's awake! Why are you just sitting in here doing nothing? You have a job to do and frankly, I am getting inpatient. It took you five hours to reform and that's five hours you could have been cleaning up this mess. Let me set something straight, you DO NOT get a break EVER! I don't even give a shit if you get sleep or not. What matters to me is that when I get dressed in the morning, my shoes better damn well be clean and spotless. If they aren't you will deeply regret it." He then closes the box lid and walks away leaving me in darkness. After yesterday's torture, I decide that testing him is not a good option. I feel my way around the box until I am at his shoe side. I start licking the dirt and dried mud off the side of the shoe, spitting out the contents every few licks. It tasted like you would expect, like dirt, which is not tasty by the way. I continued to lick the sides of the shoes in this manner and finally completed the task. I then laid down on the cardboard surface and went to sleep. "Oh you fucked up now! What the hell did you do all night? This looks like shit! You didn't even touch the soles!" He was right, I did not lick the shit off of the bottom as the shoe was right side up. "You my little bug are in for some real fun today! Due to your disobedience, I am going to give you a new task that you will perform whether you want to or not. You are going to be my insole for the day!" He then proceeded to remove the insole from his shoe. I could see the dark black sweaty goop on the insole. He took me in his hand and shoved my face in the imprint left by the ball of his foot. "Smells good doesn't it? Don't worry, that's just a sample." He then took all of my clothes off and pulled out some gorilla glue. He painted the glue all over my backside and adhered me in the imprint that the ball of his foot left. I was face up and completely immobile. Blake was not done yet though. He took his finger and inserted it into my mouth. The size of his finger spread my lower and upper jaw apart and dislocated it, leaving my jaw completely open and useless. "There we go! I wouldn't want you to miss out on your much needed hydration!" He then slid the insole into his rotten shoe and started to put his barefoot into the sneaker. I made an attempt to scream, however with my jaw being dislocated, it was not much of an attempt. His toes passed over me and then the ball of his smelly teenage foot rested down upon me, completely encasing me in the vinegary, frito-like smell of his feet. The flesh of his foot flooded into my open mouth and put immense pressure onto my teeth. I was in so much pain and I could not even scream or move. This made yesterday seem merciful. Here I was being crushed, smothered, and drowned by my best friend's foot. It was at this point that the pressure subsided and then BOOM, all of a sudden the pressure skyrocketed causing my teeth to break causing immense pain. I screamed into his flesh and before I was even done screaming, BOOM. Would it ever end? Is this my life now? As if the pain and pressure weren't enough, now I noticed the air getting very humid and damp smelling. It was already difficult enough to catch a breath between the stomps of his foot, but now I felt like I was breathing in a sweaty sauna. While it seems like an eternity has passed, in reality Blake hasn't even gotten on the school bus yet.