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"You know the drill. Lay down there and get comfortable. You might be there for a while again." Ricky spoke looking at his close friend as he began to lay down face up.
John hated this part. "Please, how many times do I have to do this?" He asked, while adjusting the pillow beneath his head. Last time he was under Ricky's feet, it was almost two hours. His socks were so sweaty that day. The musk was so strong. He could barely take it.
"For as long as I want. Remember I helped you out of that financial situation that you couldn't possibly repay. You promised you would do anything to pay me back. And you are doing just that. You're my footrest any time I want." Ricky lowered his black socked feet onto John's face. He wiggled his toes to let the foot funk resonate with his nose.
John saw that this pair of socks was just as smelly as the ones he had to smell yesterday. The toe wiggling brought out the foot funk even more. "How long this time?" He asked, wondering if it would be a long time. It took a long time scrubbing his face to get the odor of his feet off of it.
"You don't worry about the time. That is my department. All you do is be a good footrest and take my feet for as long as I want." Ricky smirked. "You are going to owe me for a long time, better get used to this." He added.
John had no choice since the financial situation that Ricky got him out of was a lot. Being Ricky's personal footrest at any time was the one repayment that he wanted. He would get used to it at some point, he reasoned with himself, but he didn't know when that would be. Being under stink feet was humiliating.
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