Pushed against the back door, feeling the pressure of the soles against your stomach and chest, Brian saw the college freshman grinning at him as his feet invaded his space. Your bro and his other college friend had gone into the convenience store, leaving you and his bro’s roommate, Austin, in the car. Austin, being the cocky roommate, had started using you as a footrest about an hour into the trip. This wasn’t the first time he messed around with you with his feet, him seeming to relish the dominance over you. One large, gray socked foot lifted up, and pushed against your face. Your nose sunk into the middle as you breathed in his probably week-old worn sock smell, now feeling him rub it against your face. He had gotten his smelly socked feet in your face a few times now as you muffled out,”Dude, your socks stink. I don’t wanna smell them.” You push his foot down, trying to keep it still on your chest. You see the college boy grin as he bends his knee back, yanking off his sock then doing the same to his other foot. “Smell my bare feet then,” he responds cockily and quickly thrusts both bare soles toward you. With nowhere to escape, you watch the soft bottoms press into your face, their dry, cheesy odor overwhelming your nostrils. You lay there, barely struggling, you begin to get hard down below. You started feeling this way the last time he did this to you, not sure if it was just his teasing dominance toward you or the smell of his feet that was getting to you. You move your face against them, slouching down, managing to push one foot away. Austin not giving up his control, quickly brings it back , continuing to smother the smell into your face. You smear your face across his feet, getting your nose free, but he lowers his foot down, engulfing your nostrils with one pair of toes. You take a DEEP inhale. Feeling the air being sucked in from between his toes, Austin ask’s,”Like getting feet rubbed in your face wimp?” You see him grinning at you, flexing and stroking his toes against your nose, getting into it. You grunt some and move your nose against his toes and hear him respond,”Oh yah, you totally do. Keep smelling them, little foot boy. ” He consumes your face under both bare soles, letting you lay there breathing them in for the next 15 minutes, hearing him tease you that you'll be his foot rest and rub his feet for the rest of the trip. You both hear voices approaching and you quickly sit up, letting Austin keep his feet in your lap. Your bro and his college friend get in, giving you both drinks and snacks for the remainder of the ride. You feel Austin’s foot adjust and dig his toes down into your hardon. You flinch and quickly move his foot away. Briefly glancing at him, you see him smiling at you as he lifts his head up, giving a long sniff into the air. “You’re my foot bitch,” he mouths silently at you. You take a long swig of your drink, quenching your dry mouth, realizing that you love his foot odor and hope he dominates his feet in your face again. Also wondering if he would really use you as a footrest on the floor in front of your bro and his other college friend. They get back on the dark road, the inside of the car nearly black except the glow of the console and iPhones. You slightly slouch back down, glancing at your phone, and it isn’t to long before one of Austin’s feet blindly pushes against your face again. You lay there in almost darkness, pretending to be pinned, seeing him on his phone ignoring you, letting his toes play with your nose and mouth. You silently enjoying the smell under his toes as they curl over your nostrils.
