Teen Boy Feet Novels & Stories

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.

Have him do a handstand, barefoot, with an apple in his mouth. I laugh and Bella rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to,” she tells me. “I can just block him.” “Nah, this going to be funny. I’ll do it and flip him off at the same time,” I laugh taking a bite of an apple and kicking off my shoes. I have really ugly feet. My toes are extra-long, and my foot is narrow. Bella sees my feet and is surprised. “Only a very small number of people have seen my feet,” I tell her.

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 manages to hold them all! Four adults on his right arm and three on his left. All the children he held in his hands. Which I notice has one too many fingers than normal. He has... 1, 2, 3... seven fingers on each hand! I look down. And he also has seven toes on each foot! I was weirdly amazed and creeped-out by this. But I guess someone of his size needs extra digits, right? After a while, I hear him grunt, agitatedly. "Stop, EL!" I look up to see him frowning, embarrassed. And I catch Grammy casually rubbing her foot against his dick through the robe!

The boy rubbed his hands as tears escaped his eyes. The young man called Leon kicked the boy's gut and spit on his face. "You're so useless." He turned to the other boys behind him. "Teach him a lesson. He needs to learn that I'm much scarier than the shop owner." The other boys smirked as they cracked their fingers. One took the eleven-year-old boy by the neck and threw him to the wall. The other guys went to him and he was rained with kicks and stomps from the boys.

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