"Here you go, buddy. Just relax and enjoy this big sexy man foot." Sam said as he lowered his foot down onto Blaine. It was soft and tender from its time inside the giant's sneaker. It was still hot, with bits of white lint stuck here and there. The big round toes brushed against Blaine's face, then lowered down to pin his crotch to the floor.
"How's this smell? You like that?" Jake Puckerman's clean cut face was smiling above him, well meaning but condescending. The boy's big, black socked foot padded Blaine's face gently. It didn't smell bad at all but the team effort being used to pin Blain down was humiliating him. "Go on, little guy. Don't be embarrassed. Sniff my foot."
"He's not embarrassed. You're being too gentle." Ryder said, pushing his foot in Blaine's face. It was bare and smelled rancid. "I'm telling you, these guys love a big stinky foot to worship. Don't ya, little foot slut?" He teased. "Now eat my toe crud, ya little worm"
Ryder's huge, floppy toes spread around Blaine's face and forced his nose deep into a pit of disgusting toe jam. He tried to scream for help but now Joe's bony big toe was pinning his waist down, sliding all over his tiny erection. He opened his mouth to beg for help and a load of Ryder's toe crud tumbled in, tasting sticky and sour.
"He's having a feast down there!" Ryder laughed.
"Give me a turn. He's my friend, he likes my feet the best." Sam insisted. "Don't you, my little foot pet?" He said with a wink.
"Guys, what are you doing?"
The voice belonged to Mr Schues, the glee club's handsome director.
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