The Bet I Lost Against My Best Friend

My name is Adrián and, although I’m twenty-seven now, all of this happened when I had only just turned eighteen. From a very young age, I was attracted to women’s feet and, even more so, to the idea of being at their mercy. I’m telling this exactly as I remember it, with a little embellishment and, of course, with the names changed.

Back then I had just broken up with my first girlfriend. I was an intense kid, far too preoccupied with sex, and my friends knew it very well. One of those friends was Lucía. Short, very fair-skinned and freckled, with a very long, straight blonde mane that fell all the way to her waist.

She didn’t have a magazine-cover face, but she radiated something hard to put into words. Very light blue eyes, thin lips, a waist that curved effortlessly. And above all, the firmest legs in the school, ending in small feet that I couldn’t stop stealing glances at.

Our parents worked late, theirs and mine, and we were both only children. That meant empty houses and whole afternoons alone. Over time, the friendship began to become something else: brushes that lasted a second too long, hands that lingered where they shouldn’t while we watched a film, and a cock that would go hard just from seeing her cross her legs on the sofa.

One random afternoon that summer she came over to my house. We flopped onto the living-room sofa, her legs folded under her body, and in the middle of laughter I let a stupid remark slip.

—I’ve gone so long without getting laid that my balls even hurt —I said, half joking and half serious.

Lucía had a reputation at school. If a guy went too far, a knee to the groin would come without warning. And apparently that day I was going to be the lucky one.

—The trick, Adrián, is to hurt them so much that you lose your appetite for everything else —she answered with a calm that made my skin crawl.

I was speechless for a moment. Then I realized a door I’d been wanting to cross for years was opening for me.

—Well, I’d almost take that, as long as I don’t spend all day hard and thinking about the same thing —I blurted out, pretending to be indifferent.

—You know I’m the ball-breaker in the class. I’ve always treated you well, but I could make an exception.

—I’ve seen you drop guys to the floor with one kick. I don’t know if I want to be one of them. Though I admit it’s an ingenious solution.

—Come on! —she insisted, straightening up a little—. It’s going to be fun.

—All right. But if I make it through, I’ve got to win something, right?

She thought about it for a moment, biting her lower lip the way she always did when she was plotting something.

—If you endure ten kicks, you get to choose whatever you want.

My heart was beating so hard I was afraid she’d hear it. I had to hold myself together so the bulge in my shorts wouldn’t show, so I twisted my face as if I wasn’t entirely convinced.

—Ten is a lot. And if I do manage it, I think I’m going to make you have a rough time.

—What are you thinking, smartass? —she asked, nostrils flaring, half amused and half challenging.

—Your weak point. Ten minutes with your feet.

—No way! You know I’m horribly ticklish.

—Seems fair to me, Lucía. It’s ten kicks from you. There’s risk for both of us.

She laughed, a long laugh, and in the end she gave in.

—Fine, I accept. But I’m warning you: you won’t last half of them.

***

By then, the original reason no longer mattered. The two of us were proud and competitive to the point of illness, and the only thing going through our heads was beating the other. Lucía got up from the sofa, leaned toward me, and held out her hands for me to stand, with a smile halfway between angelic and wicked.

I let myself be led. But before we started, I raised a hand.

—Wait. Can it be without sneakers? That way I at least have some chance.

She agreed. With a smoothness that left me dry-mouthed, she took off her sneakers, rubbing one against the other. Then two small feet appeared, wrapped in white-and-pink striped socks, worn through at the toe and heel until the outline of her toes showed through. By then my cock was already so swollen inside my pants that I could hardly hide the way the tip pressed against the fabric.

—Happy now, kid? —she teased when she noticed it, nodding at the bulge.

I only managed to nod. Her smile vanished at once and, in a much firmer voice, she ordered me to spread my legs. I obeyed without a word and adjusted my cock under my shorts, knowing it was a lost cause: the more I moved it, the harder it got.

Lucía took a step back. She lifted her foot in the striped sock and slowly slid it along my groin, stroking my balls through my clothes, up to the tip of my cock and back down again to rest the sole beneath my scrotum.

—I’m going to be good, don’t worry —she murmured, while the pad of her foot’s big toe traced a slow circle over my glans covered by the fabric.

A second later she drew her leg back and slammed it straight into me. The instep caught both testicles at once, crushing them against the bone. By reflex I almost grabbed myself down there, but I managed to stay on my feet and, when I looked up, gave her a defiant smile, my cock even stiffer from the mix of pain and humiliation.

Any trace of compassion vanished from her face. The second kick landed with a precision and force that seemed impossible in someone so tiny. Only a muffled groan came out of my throat; my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I doubled over into a crouch and she, laughing, shoved my forehead with the sole of her foot until she knocked me flat on my back.

—Give up, Adrián. You’re not going to make it through the eight left.

—Yes... yes, I am —I said, crawling back up again.

—Ready?

I nodded, looking down to see that beautiful foot smash into my most vulnerable point once more.

The next three were brutal, but I took them with absurd pride. By the sixth, Lucía started to suspect I might actually do it and eased up a little; none of the rest were as savage as the second. The sound of her foot hitting my groin echoed through the living room like hollow slaps, and each blow took its toll, especially on the left side. Between kicks, she kept her eyes on the hardened bulge pressing against my pants, and I could feel a drop of pre-cum soaking the fabric right at the tip.

When I’d taken six, I ended up on my knees on the floor, breathless. She bent down a little.

—Come on, champ, you can do it. Only four left —she said, then fixed her gaze on my bulge and smiled—. Besides, it looks like getting your balls kicked makes you hard. What a filthy pig you are.

She was enjoying it; that was obvious. Maybe more than I was, which was saying something. My erection was impossible to hide, the wet stain on the cotton grew by the second, and my face burned with shame. I dropped my gaze to the floor, unable to meet her eyes.

Then she did something I wasn’t expecting. She turned around and brought her butt close enough for my nose to sink between her cheeks, over the thin fabric of her pants. She smelled of soap, warm sweat, and something else, something that went straight up my nose and made my mouth water.

—This, as a reward for getting past the halfway point —she said, rubbing her ass against my face in a slow rocking motion.

—Can you give them to me like this, on my knees? —I asked, my voice broken and my breath hitching against her body, while I stuck out my tongue and licked the fabric over the seam of her ass, unable to stop myself.

She gave a little jolt when she felt my hot tongue soaking her pants, but she didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she pushed her butt against my face even harder.

—Pervert —she whispered, and her voice sounded hoarse for the first time.

She agreed to give me the last kicks like that, on her knees. The situation was already completely obscene: me kneeling, legs apart, my cock standing shamelessly under my shorts, waiting to take more blows to the testicles from a tiny girl who handled me however she wanted, with my mouth still steeped in the taste of her ass through the clothes.

***

The blows continued, and with them that dull thud. Each kick sent my pulse racing, squeezed my swollen balls, and at the same time made my cock harder, to the point that I feared I might come right there inside my pants. On the last one, Lucía put all her strength into it and left the instep planted against me for a few eternal seconds, twisting it slowly, crushing my testicles between her foot and the bone. I fell to the floor curled into a ball, in the fetal position, half to ease the pain and half to be closer to her feet.

My face ended up resting on both of them. She pulled one away, lifted it, and placed it on my cheek, trapping me between the two soles. I stayed like that, breathing her scent through the thin cotton of the socks, not wanting to move, sticking out my tongue to lick the sole of the lower foot from heel to toes, soaking the fabric with saliva. She let out a small gasp.

—Fuck, Adrián... you’re filthy. Absolutely filthy.

A few minutes later she sat on the sofa and I settled on the floor in front of her, taking her right foot in my hands.

—That’s left my balls mashed to bits —I complained, my cock still hard and pressing against my pants.

—Don’t be dramatic —she laughed—. Besides, I’ve been generous with your little buddies. It’s only going to be five minutes with my feet, not ten.

I took off her sock very slowly, finally uncovering what I had wanted so badly. It was an almost perfect foot: no calluses beyond the heel, a pronounced arch, small toes finished with natural nails painted with a chipped trail of red polish. I started by tickling her, amid struggling and laughter, until I moved on to kneading it. I ran over every toe, every millimeter of that soft, young skin. I brought her foot close to my face and buried my nose between her toes, breathing in that warm, sour scent of a girl who had spent the afternoon trapped in her sneakers. My cock jerked hard inside my pants.

Unable to stop myself, I stuck out my tongue and licked the sole from heel to big toe, slowly, tasting the salt of her sweat. Then I put her big toe in my mouth and sucked it like it was a cock, mouth-fucking it while my tongue wrapped around it, slipping the rest of the toes one by one between my lips. Lucía was speechless for a second, and then she laughed, a nervous, rough laugh.

—Mmm... I like it. Without the tickling, it’s not bad at all. Suck them properly, pig, you can tell you’ve wanted to do this for years. In the end the punishment isn’t so terrible —she admitted, letting herself go and wiggling her toes inside my mouth.

She brought the other foot closer. I took it, removed the sock, and repeated the same slow ritual, licking every arch, sucking every toe, nibbling the fleshy part next to the big toe. But then the foot I’d already pampered dropped to my groin and pressed my hard cock against my stomach, slowly, measuring my reaction. I closed my eyes. She started massaging my dick with the sole of her foot, up and down, pressing the glans against my navel with her toes, while I kept sucking on the other foot, eyes rolled back.

—Look at you. Hard, sucking my feet like a dog, and with your balls wrecked —she whispered—. If I pull your pants down, would you come just from this?

I couldn’t even answer. She pushed the elastic down with her little toes, yanking my shorts and briefs down to my knees in one go. My cock sprang free, swollen, red, with a thread of liquid gleaming at the tip. My testicles, marked and reddened by the kicks, hung tight between my spread legs.

Lucía looked at it for a second and smiled.

—What a filthy cock you’ve got. All wet.

She planted both soles on either side of my dick and began to jack me off with them, squeezing it between her arches, sliding it up and down. The skin of her feet, soft and still warm from being inside the sock, slipped along my shaft with the pre-cum I kept leaking. With one foot’s big toe she pressed the tip, spreading the liquid all over the crown, while the other foot stroked my aching, battered balls.

—Look at me. Look at me while I jerk you off with my feet —she ordered.

I looked up. She was leaned back on the sofa, legs apart, skirt hiked up, and beneath the thin fabric of her panties a dark wet patch was taking shape and growing by the moment. She was getting as turned on as I was.

—Lucía... I’m going to cum —I moaned, my voice broken.

—Don’t even think about it. Not yet. Grab my feet, suck them again, and hold it in.

I obeyed. I grabbed both feet, brought them to my face, and sank my tongue between her toes, sucking them all at once while she kept pressing her heels against my cock, squeezing it against my stomach. I was about to explode. My balls were throbbing, my cock was throbbing, and she knew it and enjoyed watching me on the edge without letting me finish.

The phone interrupted everything. Lucía looked at the screen, sighed, and sat up, pulling her feet back at once. My cock was left hanging hard, shining with saliva and my own fluid, pulsing on its own in the air.

—I have to go. But we’re doing this again. This and a lot of other things —she said, and as she stood she crushed my cock against my stomach with the sole of her foot, unhurried, while she put the other shoe on—. Next time I’ll let you cum. Maybe all over my feet. Or inside my pussy. We’ll see what you’ve earned.

I stood there stunned, unable to say a thing, with my briefs at my knees and my cock trembling. I walked her to the door as best I could, pulling my pants up, and we said goodbye with two kisses. Just before leaving, staring straight into my eyes, she lifted her knee and drove it one last time into my battered testicles. I stood frozen, doubled over in pain, watching her walk away while that ass swayed down the street.

As soon as I closed the door, I leaned against it, pulled my pants down again, and grabbed my cock. I didn’t even need five strokes: I exploded onto the hallway floor, cum after cum, with my mouth still soaked in the taste of her feet and my balls burning from the pain.

It took me days to recover fully. But not once did I wish I had refused that bet. That afternoon I discovered something about myself that I’ve never been able to ignore: that my place, my true place, was right there, on the floor, at her feet.