Highschool Hijinks (Incomplete)

The High School Football practice was over, and the team had all worked up quite a sweat from the long, drawn out drills they'd been subjected to. Jesse rummaged through his locker, sneaking quick glances at the team captain's cleats. He looked at all the grass, mud and other filth caked on them, and began to salivate... Liam hadn't noticed and seemed pretty enthusiastic about the teams' progress today. He went around talking to the other guys about how he couldn't wait to dominate their opponents.  The locker room started emptying out as he arrived in front of Jesse, who was now sat on a bench, organising his duffel. "Good hustle today brah!" Liam beamed. "Our teamwork is coming together nicely. We're gonna crush all the opposition beneath our cleats!"

Speaking of cleats, Jesse's eyes were now totally glued to Liam's, that is until the sound of his voice broke him from his thoughts. Flustered, he scrambled to find some response to motivate the both of them for their upcoming match. "Th-Thanks, man... You too." The words he produced were a far cry from being motivating, but at the very least he got to prove that he HAD been listening to what Liam was saying. He even threw in a nervous smile to boot.

Seeing Jesse so distracted had Liam a touch concerned. After all, they were a team, and had to look out for each other. "You seemed lost in thought there man. Everything good?" He had definitely noticed Jesse staring at his cleats, and quickly added "Or did I just step in something?" He examined the bottom of his cleat and saw the clumps of mud and whatever else glued to the bottom, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Jesse's heart sank upon realising that he had actually been caught staring at Liam's cleats. Now, he was in deep shit... "No, no! You're good, dude... I was just... uh..." he paused. This was a critical moment. If he didn't sound convincing enough, he risked giving away his fetish for dirty, smelly feet, filthy cleats, and the like. A fetish he had spent literally years safeguarding. He risked being viewed as a freak not only by Liam, but the rest of the team too. Not to mention the fact it could jeopardise his very position on the team. How badly he wished he could tell Liam that he'd stepped in something,...that something being Jesse's eager, wriggling tongue. He had to use every muscle in his body to suppress those thoughts. "Thinking about what I have to do tonight." 

Liam looked at Jesse, a bit bewildered. He knew something was up and had a pretty good idea what. Putting his cleat up on the bench next to him, he started slowly untying the laces. "Dude, I can't wait to take these off. It's like a swamp in there..." He'd done this purposefully, trying to elicit a response. Sure enough, said response was elicited as Jesse swallowed hard upon hearing these words. "So, what's tonight?" Liam asked bluntly. The follow up question took Jesse completely off guard. He wasn't expecting him to pry like this. He actually didn't recall Liam ever prying this much at all come to think of it. "H-Huh..? Oh, that's what I'm trying to figure out. Homework and stuff, bro. Y'know?"

"Bullshit." Liam snorted. "You know coach has ways of getting our homework done for us if we practice more often. If you're gonna lie bro, at least make it convincing." At that moment, his eyes widened in horror. Liam was right. Homework was the least of the football teams concerns, and what's more, he really could've come up with a better excuse. Liam had finally freed his socked foot from it's tight, wet prison and wiggled his toes with satisfaction. "Ahhhhh... Y'know, being captain of this team is hard work bro. I have to keep an eye on everybody." His stinking socks were airing out and where others would recoil in disgust, Jesse just stayed there silently inhaling his captain's noxious foot perfume. 

Smirking slightly, Liam added, "Want to guess what I've noticed about you?"

"What's that...?" Jesse asked quietly in response, his expression one of utter disbelief.

"How you're always looking down..." Liam replied. "At first I thought it was just something you did when you were lost in thought. Turns out that that's only half true." He started slowly grinding his other, cleated foot on the locker room floor, knocking loose a small portion of the mud that was clinging to the underside. "See, even now you can't resist. Staring at my cleat." Pausing for a second to look at Jesse's clearly shocked reaction, Liam then continued. "It started to become more obvious when you'd track them no matter where I placed them. On a bench, check. On a table, check. You can pass off looking at the floor easily, but how do you explain that bro?" He sat down next to Jesse and grinned triumphantly, propping both of his feet, one cleated and one socked, squarely in his lap.

As shocked as Liam had left Jesse since the conversation first began, it doesn't come close to the shock he was experiencing now. The thing that was so unnerving, that left him in such disbelief, is the fact that Liam is literally spot on. Everything he said is painfully true. He's read Jesse like a book and he had no idea, no way of knowing that he was this perceptive all along. Jesse felt humiliated and transparent. Years upon years of keeping up this ruse of indifference and disgust at everything feet related, gone down the drain. It felt like this was meant to happen to him. He was at a loss for words. In his lap were the very things he'd been craving internally. From Liam's filthy cleat with all that tasty mud and grass trapped between the spikes. to his reeking, socked foot, emanating an aroma so mind-numbing yet mouthwatering. The whole package was right there in front of him. All he could do now was agree with him. "I... don't know what to say." Jesse whispered in shame.

Liam's grin widened at this weak response. "Well, your next words are gonna be the most important of your life, so listen carefully. I am NOT going to repeat myself." Jesse felt Liam's cleat as he started wiping it clean on his leg, wishing that was his tongue. "You're a good player bro. But that alone won't save you here. You have two choices. I tell the guys and you become the whole teams' bitch. Naturally you'd be laughed off the squad and you know how they like to trash talk. You'd be the punchline of the entire school... or..." His eyes narrowed. "You become MY bitch, and mine alone. I won't tell anyone about your dirty little secret... as long as you obey EVERYTHING I tell you to do, without question, without hesitation." After a few seconds of extremely awkward silence, Liam took his feet off Jesse's lap and grabbed his cheeks with his right hand. Forcing Jesse to look him in the eyes, then he asked simply. "Which will it be bitch?"

Jesse immediately sensed how horrible the first option would be. To think that there's a chance he could not only lose his standing in the team, but go down as a freak in school history too is truly horrifying. His next words really would be the most important of his life. By contrast, the second option presented was a dream come true. With Liam's hand forcing him to look him in the eyes, Jesse no longer withheld his answer. "Your bitch! Your bitch!" He said loud and clear in an almost pleading manner. Liam knew what the answer would be before he'd even posed the question, but it still made him grin happily, "Right. First it's time for some punishment. You do NOT lie to me and get away with it. We'll be telling coach that we don't need his shit C grade homework anymore. You'll be getting us both A's from now on." Liam slapped Jesse's face lightly a couple of times. "In return, I'll let you clean my cleats. I know that's what you've been craving. To lick the mud baked into these bad boys."

Taking the slaps obediently while listening, Jesse didn't actually mind doing both of their homework, especially when the payoff was so worth it. Besides, he did agree to do everything Liam told him to do and that meant everything. Words couldn't describe how badly he wanted to lick Liam's cleats right now. The mud, the grass, whatever he'd stepped on out in the field, it all made him salivate knowing it'd all been under his feet. "Now, put my cleat back on," Liam commanded, forcing Jesse off the bench and sitting where he'd been. "Ah, nice and warm. Thanks bitch." He got comfortable while Jesse busied himself with his task. 

"Tell me what you see on the bottom of 'em." He lifted his other foot, presenting both treads for inspection. This sudden, assertive tone Liam took was completely unanticipated on Jesse's part. He was truly in awe. If he'd known Liam had this in him, he would've been begging for the chance to be in this position much sooner. He began casually listing off the filth he could safely identify piled up on the treads. "Um...Dirt, grass, mud, gum, a cigarette butt."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong and wrong." Liam teased in a singsong way. He looked at Jesse's slightly confused face, smirked, and rested the cleat he'd just had put on, on Jesse's shoulder. "The answer I was looking for, is dinner." He tried to stop himself from laughing but it was no use and it all came flooding out.

 Jesse's expression was as confused as you'd expect when Liam shoots down each of the things he listed. Keeping the weight of his cleat on his shoulder dutifully, he waited for Liam to tell him what he should've said. The answer made Jesse blush in embarrassment, but also smile. "Sorry..." he replied in a playful but submissive manner, then waited for Liam to actually give him the go ahead. 

"Wait, you want your dinner now?" Liam asked playfully. "It isn't ready yet, but you can have a taste. One lick. Go!" He positioned both cleats in front of Jesse's face, curious which one he'd go for. "Don't swallow immediately though, I want to see it in your mouth." Liam ordered. Jesse thought of pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He found everything Liam was saying so hot! He extended his tongue to the right cleat, taking one long lick from the heel to the toe, running his tongue between the treads and letting anything in it's path end up in his mouth. It's so disgusting and degrading... and therefore he found it so hot. When the deed was done, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and stuck out his tongue.

Liam just looked in disbelief. He couldn't believe Jesse actually did it! It's one thing to say you'll do something, but another entirely to actually do it. Power started to well up inside him and he loved it. He didn't think he could be this turned on by a guy, but having Jesse literally licking the mud from his boots made him feel so important, powerful, dominant. Leaning over, he inspected the 'meal.' He wanted to add to it and didn't think twice. He spat in Jesse's open mouth. "There's your seasoning bitch, now swallow." Jesse was just as turned on, only in his case, it was for all the opposite reasons. Being reduced to something so insignificant, powerless, and submissive by another guy had been a long time fantasy of his. So, when Liam spat into his mouth, it was the cherry on top. He literally got CHILLS from how dominant he was being. 

With that said and done, he swallowed, hard, the concoction of whatever shit had been on the bottom of the cleat and his Master's spit. Afterwards, he began to feel a sense of accomplishment, having finally become somebody's slave, and none other than his team captain! As Liam watched him swallow the disgusting mixture, it made him happier than he'd care to admit. He started to pat Jesse's head softly with the cleat he'd licked. "Y'know bro, I was gonna change out of this disgusting kit, but I think I'll wear it home. I'm gonna really make you something interesting to eat!" He said proudly. "You know where I live right?"

Jesse's heart pounded at the prospect of what he could mean. When he'd mentioned his 'dinner not being ready yet', it stuck with him like all that mud and grass stuck to Liam's treads. Answering the question is a no brainer. "Yeah, I do!" Jesse exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement.

"Awesome. I'll see you in a couple of hours then." Liam got up to leave, but wanted one more thing. He stood in front of Jesse and motioned down to his cleats. "Kiss them goodbye." He commanded. Jesse's cheeks turned ever redder at this. However, he didn't hesitate to obey. Bending over until his lips made contact with the cleats, he planted a soft kiss on his right cleat, followed by the left one, maintaining eye contact throughout the entire exchange. "Good boy!" Liam said condescendingly. "That's how you'll greet me, and how you'll say goodbye when it's just the two of us." Liam exited the locker room without looking back, leaving Jesse there on the floor.

Once Liam was out of sight and out of earshot, Jesse rose to his feet, licking his lips. Even now, he knew that tonight would be the greatest night of his life, but in anticipation of that night, he had to get their homework done. As hard as it was for him to focus on the task because he was so excited, he managed to complete it, and at last, was at Liam's front door, softly knocking...

Sitting on the couch, Liam idly played with his phone, waiting for Jesse to arrive. Something was on TV in the background, but it was nothing attention holding. Finally he heard, what could have been mistaken for a mouse, "banging" on the front door. Getting up, Liam answered it. He was dressed casually. T-shirt, jeans... and some stained "white" socks, that probably should have been washed weeks before. "Sup bitch." Liam said cheerfully upon opening the door. "Knock louder next time. You may be my bitch but you're still on the football squad, have some confidence." Pausing, he looked at Jesse expectantly, clearly waiting for something.

Jesse was already aroused. He loved how the demeaning nickname Liam had assigned him had stuck. What he loved most about it, was that "bitch" is usually used for a girl, but Liam was using it on him, a boy. It was these small things that he paid special attention to. "Sorry..." Jesse replied, embarrassed, while at the same time relieved that his position on the football team was secure. Luckily, he hadn't forgotten his new way of greeting and departing Liam's presence. He quickly got down on both knees before bending over to kiss Liam's socked feet submissively.

Watching Jesse kiss his disgusting socks without being told to, brought back that surge of power Liam had felt earlier. He LOVED it and wondered what else would stimulate that feeling. He turned and headed back inside. "Come in. Dinner should be here any minute." Liam grinned, knowing what was in Jesse's future. "Sounds great. Thank you!" Jesse replied, rising back to his feet. He followed Liam's lead, wondering what he meant by 'dinner being here'. Did he mean dinner literally and not as an innuendo? Whatever the case, Jesse was ready for the night ahead. He'd been waiting for it, looking forward to it since the moment he'd first been invited and was extremely eager to see what Liam had in store for him.

Liam fell back down onto the couch, found the remote and started flicking through the channels, trying to find something at least semi-interesting. Jesse just stood there, unsure of what to do or how to act, until Liam broke the silence and asked nonchalantly. "You get that homework done bitch?"

"Yes. Do you want it now?" Came the reply. Liam put his feet up on the couch and this simple action made Jesse's heart pound inside his chest. He was waiting for something, anything at all to happen. "Yeah, give it here." Liam held his hand out as Jesse fumbled around his bag clumsily, trying to follow the order. Clearly seeing Jesse was a nervous wreck, Liam decided to reassure him. "Chill out. Come sit down." He motioned to where his feet were and lifted them up, giving him access to the seat.

After finally managing to give him the completed homework, Jesse let out a huge sigh. "Alright. I'm chill." He tossed Liam a weak smile, although it was clear he was still a little uneasy. Upon sitting down, Liam immediately placed his feet on his lap. "I've been wearing these a few weeks now. Between you and me, I don't actually remember the last time they were washed." Jesse began to squirm a little, getting more and more excited. Liam continued. "I wear them under my football socks, that's why I'm always so sweaty. They're slimy and crusty at the same time... like 'em?"

Taking in all the grisly details about Liam's socked feet, Jesse swallowed hard. The crustiness, the stains, but most of all, the smell. He took quiet breaths through his nose to see if he could detect any scent, any semblance of that powerful odor he'd always get a blast of whenever Liam would take his shoes off after football. "Yeah... They're awesome."

"I'm glad you think so!" Liam beamed, flexing his toes. "Oh hey, want a drink?" He asked, removing his feet from Jesse's lap and heading off into the kitchen without bothering to wait for a response. He came back, with a big bottle of water, and... 3 glasses?

TO BE CONTINUED...