Teen Boy Feet Novels & Stories

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to breathe through the pain. Footsteps. Light footsteps. Small. Quick. Crap. My heart hammered painfully against my ribs as the door creaked open. For a second, I was sure it was one of the thugs, coming to beat me again or check if I was dead. I held my breath, the pounding in my head so loud it drowned out everything else. Then the footsteps moved closer and I forced my eyes open. It wasn’t one of the thugs. It was a kid. A boy. Maybe nine or ten. Thin. Messy hair. Oversized hoodie. His eyes were huge, brown, scared, but not of me. Scared of someone else.

The boy holding the sac grunts as he does his best to keep the sac steady. And then she fucking cried! I throw a combo of punches at the bag and the boy falls over. He’s a newbie. Only fourteen years old and still too scrawny to hold up for a longer period of time. The pride in his eyes as I asked him, and not his friends, to assist me pleased me a great deal. The young men often look up to me, admiring me for who I am and what I do. I don’t mind. I will happily help them become a goon working under me.

I cried out. “Good boy” he muttered and against all odds, my body shivered at the praise. Then he lashed again and again… I had counted up to twenty three and that was it… I lost count as the belt battered my bum. To my utter and sickening disdain, my cock was growing despite the barbaric treatment. I cried out louder, mostly from embarrassment when he stopped and moved to stand before me, stepping backwards a bit so I could see him fully. And for the first time, I really looked at the King, his chest hard with tiny pebbles for nipples, stomach tight from being fit, then…

And he tosses my flip flops off. He grabs my foot and tries the smallest boot. “Yow” I yell out. After he roughly tried to pry the boot in and off my foot. “Definetly to small” he looks up unsure and tosses the boot aside. His hands linger at my foot and he gently holds me in place while pressing into my arch and kneading at it like I’m at a Chinese foot spa. It’s actually quite nice.

I grumbled and Ru sighed looking over at the boy, almost detached before he let go of me and started to walk over to him causing fear in the kids eyes. I sigh, shaking my head a bit “this is why I said careful” I mutter watching him grab the kid and I walk up slowly coming up behind Ru and reaching up on my tippy toes to put my head on his shoulder as I look over the boy. “How old are you kid” I ask smirking and his eyes shoot to mine as he breathes a bit heavily. “I’m um sixteen” he stuttered and I hummed while nodding as he stared at me and Ru pushed him against the lockers a bit harder causing the boy to groan and look back at him.

He’s wearing a pair of black board shorts, a red T-shirt, and flip-flops. He even has nice feet. And I don’t like feet, especially men’s feet. They’re usually all hairy and gross. But Adam? Well, he has nice feet. They’re all tan and sexy and not too hairy. Oh God. I lift my eyes back up his body to his face, my eyes meeting with his. There’s a sexy smile on his lips. He totally knows I was checking him out. And you know what? I don’t

The male asked Kayla who just stared into his eyes. The man, together with his voice and appearance, reminded her of a needle head cenobite. He gave her scares. What did he have to show her? The door opened, tugging her attention to look backward. Two big men were coming in with a cage they carried over their shoulders. In the cage was a boy, not more than thirteen years old. His hands and feet were chained together, and he sat with his legs cuddled to his stomach.

He could do no wrong in my eyes. "Anyways, I use to dream about him looking through his window one day and seeing me and instantly falling in love. I almost believed it too. Making sure I looked 'presentable' whenever I had my own blinds open. Just in case he happened to look. "Well one day after school I was standing in front of my mirror. I just had P.E. and some of the girls were talking about how their," I gestured to my chest. "were growing so fast and some even had double D's. I mean what kind of 14 year old has double D's?!" Hannah mirrored my expression.

He had taken a step back, holding out his arms to pull with him the other kids that had gathered around to laugh at me. I sat there for a moment on the cold floor taking in this boy. I had never seen him at school before. His dark brown boots were unlaced and very worn in, his ripped jeans hugged his hips. He had on a faded grey t-shirt with a red W printed on it. It hung loosely over his belt but clung to his muscular chest. He was tall. Very tall. He stood high above all of the other students behind him. I examined his arms that were still outstretched beside him. His sleeves hugging his bulging biceps. I looked at his face, his jaw was smooth and strong, his pink lips pursed together. His

In the early afternoon, we made it to the ice rink. "Shoe size sir?" The young boy behind the counter asked Leo. "Men's 15." He replied. "Jesus, you have enormous feet," I said in astonishment. "You know what they say about men with big feet," He whispered with a smirk. "You're not a man. You're a child." I said. "And your shoe size pretty lady?" The man behind the counter asked. Leo stepped in front of me, "She's a women's five," he said, forcing the boy to look away from me to him.