Mike's mind screamed in agony, then in ecstasy as his big-footed
friend Tom flexed his feet inside Mike. Tom laughed as he wiggled his
toes.
"These shoes feel great. I'm definitely wearing these home. Damn,
they feel so good, I may never take them off," Tom joked.
He paid Jake, and packed the unworn red pair of shoes and his old
stinky sneakers and socks in his backpack. He slung the backpack over
his shoulder and traipsed out of the store and into the mall. As his
feet left the carpet and hit the cold grimy tile, Mike's pain doubled.
Tom was in a hurry and walked with quick long strides putting all his
body weight inside Mike's mouth and then in his ass. Mike was torn
between the joy of the relief from one source of pain as that foot
rose into the air, and by the renewed agony in his other body parts.
Worst of all was the way the stimulation effected his prostate and
genitalia which were on Tom's opposite feet. He felt like he was being
milked, but couldn't cum. It was bizarre. Intense pain, intense
erotic stimulation, and no control and seemingly no chance of release.
While Mike could see, his vision was distorted by his new perspective,
and he felt extreme vertigo as he watched the path Tom's foot
followed. He screamed as Tom stomped on a smoldering cigarette butt.
Then when Tom left the mall, he started to run. Tom cut through the
part running on the wet grass. Mike didn't know if Tom was even aware
that he had stepped in dog shit, but Mike could smell it and feel it
on his body. Tom ran through standing puddles effectively washing Mike
off, and through more wet grass. The mixture of actively and water
sloshing in stimulated Tom's feet to sweat more. Mike was horrified.
Tom was ecstatic.
"These five finger shoes are great. At the same time they protect my
feet, it's like running barefoot!" Tom exclaimed as he ran up to the
railroad tracks. Shards of gravel stabbed Mike as Tom ran. He started
running along the tracks. One foot planted firmly on the oily
splintery wooden railroad tie, the other hit the gravel. Then gravel,
another tie, more gravel, gravel and wood tie....Mike finally knew
what hell was.
At last Tom was back at his apartment, he shucked off his clothing
except for Mike, and turned the shower on hot. As Tom lathered up, he
started to piss. Hot salty piss flowed over and around Mike's rubber
body. Then the soap suds cleaned him off. Tom even paid attention to
the cracks between the toes of his shoes washing away all dirt and
debris that he might have picked up on his jog. Mike kept waiting for
Tom to take him off, and clean out his insides. But he waited in
vain.
Eventually, Tom got out of the shower and dried off. He headed naked
into his bedroom, and flopped on the bed in the corner of the room.
The window at the foot of the bed was open, and Tom planted his feet
on the window ledge to dry with the shoes still on his feet. Then as
Mike watched, Tom started to jack off.