Peyton Hates Feet

Andrew Yate sat on the balcony of his mansion. His feet kicked up and a glass on wine in hand. He was very well off. Quite possibly the most well off findom/foot master out there. He built empire off of exploiting others in the fetish community.

Inside a few men of his were making fetish videos for Andrews paysite under the watchful eye of Andrews 2 right hand men. Oscar and Bruce. Both men were very intimidating. Very large, angry looking roided out men. The men filmed content under the promise of being paid well by Andrew. This included a scene they had just filmed where they rubbed Andrews Large feet.

The issue was, like other models before them, the men would be used and discarded. Not paid at all and threatened by Andrews men if they tried to speak out or do anything about it. The men didn’t show their faces in the videos, normally just their feet. Andrews men would threaten to do them unless they filmed more content or in the contrary, they might try to get their pay.

After the scene was over the men escorted the 2 men out.

“Wait but where’s our money? You owe us?”

The men were ignored and pushed along.

When one tried to stay and protest Bruce flashed his gun on his waist…

“I’ve used this before…” He threatened.

They kept reluctantly moving forward before finally having the door shut in their faces and the pleas drowned out.

Oscar and Bruce turned to Andrew and the men all had a laugh.

“Fucking losers hahha” Oscar Said.

“Poor guys, I fucking hate feet. But I will say, I can live with having mine rubbed like that all day long” Andrew said.

The next day Andrew awoke to Bruce handing him his mail.

Andrew opened it and raided his eyebrow as he read.

"Hello Andrew,

My name is Nathan. I’m a well known Hypnotist and Magician. I’ve booked big stars for my shows. Everything from Movie stars, athletes, you name it. I would love to have you attended a show. It would be a great platform for you to grown even more of you audience. We are willing to meet your price for the appearance fee. Get back to me!

Cheers, Nathan."

Andrew was intrigued. He looked Nathan up and he did appear to be somewhat well known. Andrew caved and called the number on the letter.

The 2 briefly spoke. Of course Andrew asked for 6 figures to appear for the show. Nathan agreed immediately.

“Look forward to meeting man!” Nathan said.

“Sure” Andrew said before hanging up.

“Easy money” He thought to himself and chuckled.

Weeks passed and Andrew flew in and arrived at the venue where the show was taking place.

Andrew met Nathan backstage flanked by his 2 bodyguards Oscar and Bruce.

Nathan was a 35 year old clean handsome cut guy who was apart of the foot community but on top of that he also dabbled in hypnosis and magic. He was well know for doing stage show hypnosis to entertain crowds. He was a very charming and charismatic guy.

While the 2 made small talk Andrew could hear the main room filling up with the audience. Bruce and Oscar let Andrew know they would be hanging backstage but be there for him if anything popped off.

“Almost showtime!” Nathan said.

Nathan walked out and hyped up the crowd.

“And Now for our special guest Andrew Yate!”

Andrew walked out all confident with a smug smirk on his face…that quickly faded into discomfort.

The room had about 20 or so guys in it. Andrew recognized at least half of them…including the 2 he previously had been having do work for him. A lot of these guys were guys he had controlled, blackmailed, bullied, and scammed.

Andrew sat down confused, facing Nathan.

“OK Andrew, I want you to close your eyes and just focus on my voice. Go deep into sleep for me. Deep sleep. Good. Going forward when I give yoy any kind of command you will listen and do exactly as I say, even if it is something yoy may not want to do. Your body won’t be able to fight or resist the commands I give. When I snap my fingers you will wake back up and we will begin.” Nathan commanded.

Nathan snapped his fingers and Andrews eyes popped open. He looked more alert like he had just woken from a nap.

“So Andrew, I invited some people here. Some of them you know. You may have treated them badly in the past…humiliated them, stole from them…others here are simply fans of mine or people who are just not fans of yours to put it lightly and wanted to not kiss out on this. Tonight, you’re gonna have to face the music.” Nathan said.

Andrew looked at the grinning excited crowd and then angrily at Nathan before lunging.

“I’ll fuck you up! You think you’re going to try to fuck with me of all people!” Andrew yelled.

“Freeze” Nathan said.

Andrew was halted in his tracks before his fist could reach Nathan.

“I want you to lay on the floor. It will be like you are super glued down to the floor. You will not be able to lift off any of your arms, legs or head off the ground.” Nathan said.

Andrew robotically did as instructed.

“Unfreeze” Nathan said, “Alright fellas, have some fun.”

The crowd began to move in on Andrew who was trying to squirm around on the floor to no avail.

“Get the fuck away!” He yelled.

2 guys sat on either side of his head and pulled their shoes and socks off. They were 2 twenty something frat bros. 1 moved their foot towards the right side of his head Andrew turned his head away only to see the other bros foot slowly moving close from the left.

The guys laughed. “Gotta pick a side” one said as they both kept flexing their soles and toes and moving closer. Andrews head kept turning back and forth.

Meanwhile, A big handsome country bear type kicked his boots off and peeled his think socks off as well.

“This I’d called gas pedalling fellas”

He sat at the end of Andrews legs between his feet. He held both of Andrews legs and slowly slid his large wide size 14 foot up between Andrews legs until it reached his crotch. He then began pressing down at frequently different pressures as if he were pressing on a gas pedal.

The surrounding men laughed as they filmed and took pictures with their phones. Andrew was yelling and cursing up a storm.

Another young guy joined and sat by the top of his head. He just ever so gently kept drifting his fingers in and around Andrews ears. It was both very ticklish and the most irritating feeling ever. Andrew would jerk his head back and forth only for the guys fingers to follow. He kept a calm smile looking down at Andrew while his fingers continued to irritate Andrews ears.

Eventually both of the frat boys soles had reached either side of Andrews head. Anytime he went to turn his head away from the finger/ear guy his face was muched into one of those guy’s smelly soles.

Andrew was so lived the veins in his face were popping out, his cursing came with spit flying out of his mouth, his voice becoming horse from screaming threats at the men.

“I wonder if his feet are ticklish?” One of the me. From the crowd asked.

2 men rushed to join the big bear like guy down at Andrews lower half. The bear man was still pedalling away.

The 2 men removed Andrews shoes and socks and got their fingers to work tickling and scratching up and down Andrews smooth long soles.

Andrew laughed, screamed, and cried. He kept trying to pull himself off the floor but it was like he was truly stuck there.

Between the overstiumlation of the bad feet smells, the tickling, and the discomfort with the gas pedalling, the thing passing Andrew off the most was the young guy smiling down at him still irritatingly tickling, grazing around, and fingering his ears. Andrew retaliated the only way he could. He spit a big loogie right into the guys face. The guys backed off and retrated to go wash his face off.

The 2 frat bros moved so another guy could come get a chance.

A 30 or so year old guy approached. Great shape. Lean and handsome looking guy. He was a runner. He slipped his trainers off that he was wearing sockless and brought his foot down to Andrews face. Andrew kept jerking his head back and forth so another guy came and sat with his knees trapping Andrews head in place.

“Thanks brotha!” The runner said.

He tried wiggling his toes into Andrews mouth but had no luck.

“Come on bud, open up for me” the runner said.

“Alright guys let’s let off for a moment and let him get a break and catch his breath.” Nathan said.

The guys all backed off.

Andrew breathed heavy laying stuck to the ground, catching his breathe.

“You’re all soooooo fucked. Where the fuck are my bodyguards?!” Andrew said to them.

About 5 mins passed.

“Ok breaks over, Andrew you are now unstuck” Nathan said.

Andrew hopped up and ran to attack again.

“Freeze” Nathan said.

Andrew once again froze mid attack.

“You big dummy, did you really not think I was gonna freeze you again?” Nathan chuckled.

He raised both of Andrews arms and began to tickle his pits. Andrews eyes bugged out but he otherwise didnt react. Nathan noted his reaction in his eyes.

“Perfect.” He said.

“What I want you to do is strip down to your boxers and then lay down hear on the floor spread eagle” Nathan instructed.

Andrew did as he said. He couldn’t fight it. He was a passenger in his own body.

Nathan pushed on his right arm and made a clicking noise.

“That arm is locked in position. You can’t move that arm no matter how hard you try.”

He went on to do the same with the other arm and both legs.

He knelt down by Andrews head and positioned his hands on either side under his chin.

“You’re head is locked in place. It is like their is an invisible force keeping your head still. You can’t turn it left or right. You can’t squirm at all. You are completely immobile my friend.” He said giving Andrews head a little shake a making a click noise to lock him in place. He pryed peytons mouth open wide with his fingers and then snapped them on one hand.

“Your mouth is now locked open. You can’t shut it no matter how hard you try.”

“What you are about to experience is the sensation of numerous feet exploring your face. You might hate every second of it but your body is Locked in place on the ground by our invisible restraints. You have no choice but to just lay still and take what is coming to you. Throughout this you will not stop sniffing. You can’t hold your breathe and just have to keep breathing in and out. Intact, all of your senses are elevated times 10! Smell, taste, touch…” Nathan said with a snap of his fingers.

Nathan addressed the audience.

“Alright boys, let’s show Andrew some appreciation from the foot community.”

The guys in the crowd excitedly kicked their shoes off and peeled their socks off.

The Runner got to him first. He wiggled his toes in front of Andrews face.

“These are going in your mouth, cant stop me this time” He said with satisfied smile.

He slid and fit all 5 toes into Andrews mouth with ease.

He pulled away and quickly numerous guys closed in and Andrews face was engulfed by feet.

Some guys tickled Andrew some more. Because he was locked in his body the tickling was so much worse. He couldn’t react to it or squirm so the sensations were all he could hyper focus on.

The young ear guy returned, and with a vengeance. He stuck both his fingers in his mouth and then gave a wicked wet willy to Andrew.

“Can you guys move your feet just real quick” He asked the others.

Pairs of feet and toes unplanned themselves from Andrews face and slipped out of his mouth.

“This is why you don’t spit on people”

The man hovered over Andrews face and slowly let a slow, thick, long stream of saliva down into Andrews locked open mouth. He then slipped off his socks and “sealed the opening” with them.

The men continued their fun with Andrew for a other 20 minutes or so before Nathan re-appeared on stage followed by 2 robotic looking men. Oscar and Bruce.

Nathan had obviously gone backstage at some point and tricked them into being inducted into the same command Andrew had been put in.

“Alright, we’re gonna end with a little magic trick. I’m gonna have these guys sit in this large glass box.”

Nathan commanded the 2 sit in a large glass box big enough to fit both of them and the men obliged. Nathan dropped a curtain/blanket over the entire box.

“When I lift this sheet these men will not be gone, they will simply be different. Transformed.”

Nathan jerked the blanket off the glass box and all that were inside were 2 long pairs of socks…not Oscar and Bruce.

“The men are still aware and alive. Just transformed. It is not permanent. They will morph back to human form after a few months. Before that though, they will get to live as breathable, pro compression running socks for one of our lucky guests to use for the time being!”

Nathan gifted the socks to the Runner.

“You come to every show man. Thank you and enjoy.” Nathan said, giving him the living pair of socks. Nathan would explain Bruce and Oscar would be able to smell and taste only as socks. Fully aware.

“Now back to out friend Andrew, When I snap my fingers you will look into our cameras here and tell us all on recording that you would like to decline the payment to be here and that you had so much fun that would are happy to have just done it for free. You will also pay back all of the men you owe and quit your business. You will not have any contact with anyone hear again or be able to retaliate at all.”

Nathan snapped his fingers and then hit record on his camera.

Andrew followed all his steps. Internally, Andrew wanted to run him apart but he had no choice. He couldn’t believe these guys got one over on him.

Andrew reluctantly left without his henchmen or being able to retaliate.

The men thanked Nathan once again for putting on a great show and helping bring then justice.

“It’s what I do” Nathan said with a smile and a wink.

Author note: Hope you guys enjoy. If you read please let me know what you think. Favorite part? Did he get what he deserves or to far? Would you attend the show? Participate? Thanks for reading!