The girls all sat around the empty vodka bottle, placed in the middle of the living room floor.

"Alright, I'll spin it. Everyone ready?" Cynthia asked, checking around the room to make sure each girl was prepared.

"Victoria!" Cynthia barked, causing Victoria to jump, as she was busy trying to kiss Kyle who was actively dodging each move of her lips.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm ready!" she giggled, Kyle panting in her palm as parts of him were coated red with her lipstick.

"Alright, here goes…" Cynthia mumbled, as she grabbed a hold of the bottle. With a rapid motion, she flung the bottle into a spin.

It spun, spinning continuously, until it landed on…

Sydney.

"Damn, Sydney gets first dibs again?" Kayla moaned.

"Fuck yeah. Oh, you are not ready for what I've prepared, buddy." Sydney laughed, looking menacingly at the tiny in Victoria's palm.

"Shots!" Cynthia called out, and each girl took their shot, some coughing at the intense dryness of the high-proof alcohol.

"Give em' here." Sydney ordered, Victoria reluctantly handing Kyle over to her.

Sydney snatched him up from Victoria, holding him in front of her.

"Remember these shoes? I know you do, I caught you staring earlier. Well, they're even more ripe than they were back in high school. These girls banned me from keeping them on the shoe rack because they smell so bad." Sydney teased, causing Kyle to look down at her checkered vans, which she was currently slipping off.

"There ya go." Sydney sighed, as her shoe popped off with an audible squelch.

"Oh, did I mention I walked all around campus all day in the heat? No? Well, I did. All for you. I hope you're ready…" she grinned, pinching Kyle in her fingertips.

"Alright ladies, here's my punishment for Kyle. You're all going to take your shoes off, and Kyle here is going to be a doll and tongue-clean all of our feet for us, aren't you Kyle?" Sydney teased, mocking Kyle in a pouty voice as she kept him dangling.

"Oh that's mean Sydney!" Cynthia laughed, leaning forward to remove her heels at Sydney's request.

"I'm game." Victoria smirked as she kicked her stilettos off.

"Yeah, sounds good to me." Kayla agreed, unclasping the straps on her sandals and sliding them off.

"I guess…" Heather chimed in, looking down at her boots. "My feet are probably all gross and sweaty though." she continued.

"That's the point!" the girls all said in unison, before laughing at the coincidence.

Heather sighed, and unzipped her boots, prying them off and exposing her nylon covered feet to the fresh air. She hooked her fingers into the hem of her stockings, and began to pull them off, rolling them down to her feet and then removing them, exposing a perfectly taken care of pair of feet with prim black nails.

The girls, all having removed their footwear, put their feet into a circle, while Sydney prepared the timer.

"Oh God Sydney your feet smell awful…." Cynthia groaned.

"They better with how much walking I did for this." Sydney laughed, flexing her feet and wafting the stench into the open room.

"Alright, starting the timer in three, two, one… go!" Cynthia said, pinching her nose.

As soon as she heard go, Sydney dropped Kyle into the moshpit of feet, causing him to land with a thud on the hardwood.

"Ow…" he grumbled, before suddenly feeling the urge to retch.

He looked up at the source.

The stench of Sydney's foul-smelling foot hit him like a wall of putrid air. The mixture of sweat, dirt, and shoe residue assaulted his senses, making him gag and struggle to catch his breath. He looked up at Sydney's foot, noticing the grime and debris stuck to her sole, the cracked skin and unkempt nails adding to the repulsive sight.

Cynthia couldn't help but laugh at Kyle's reaction. "Looks like our little toy isn't too fond of Sydney's foot stink." she teased, watching him squirm in discomfort.

The other girls joined in the amusement, their laughter filling the room as they wiggled their toes, taunting Kyle with their feet. Victoria's feet were glistening with sweat almost as bad as Sydney's, while Kayla's soles were slightly rough and calloused from walking barefoot. Heather's feet, despite her initial hesitation, were surprisingly clean and well-maintained, a stark contrast to the others.

"Come on, Kyle, do your job!" Sydney smirked, wiggling her toes and inching her foot closer to him. The pungent odor grew stronger, filling the air around him.

Reluctantly, Kyle resigned himself to his fate. With a deep breath, he extended his tiny tongue and started licking Sydney's foot, his taste buds immediately assaulted by the combination of sweat and filth. The taste was sour and bitter, the grittiness of the dirt adding an unpleasant texture. Each stroke of his tongue against Sydney's skin only seemed to intensify the disgust within him.

"Between the toes too." she demanded, lowering her toes so that Kyle could reach between them. With Sydney's foot now dominating his senses, Kyle had no choice but to obey her command. The overwhelming stench of her foot assaulted his nostrils, making it difficult to focus. He wanted to throw up as soon as he looked in the crevices, seeing an accumulation of gunk only able to be called the terrible substance known as toejam.

Kyle knew there was no fighting this, and reluctantly stuck his tongue out once more, gliding it along the repulsive build-up. He retched and dry-heaved, but stuck through the task and painfully swallowed down gulp after gulp of the fetid material.

Sydney's smile grew as she reveled in Kyle's compliance. Her laughter echoed through the room as she watched him struggle, taking delight in his revulsion. "That's it, Kyle. Really dig in there. Make sure you don't miss any of that toejam. I want my feet sparkling clean," she taunted.

Kyle continued to work at Sydney's feet, until finally he did what he could, falling back in exhaustion.

"Now hold on Kyle, you still have… twenty-five minutes to go, and my feet need some lovin too!" Cynthia giggled.

Kyle's eyes widened in horror as Cynthia's words registered in his exhausted mind. Twenty-five more minutes of this torture? His body trembled. The thought of enduring each girl's feet for such an extended period was almost unbearable.

Cynthia extended her foot, wiggling her toes enticingly. "Don't worry, Kyle. I'll make sure you get a taste of my feet too. And trust me, they're just as eager for your attention," she teased, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

The other girls eagerly joined in, their feet beckoning him.. Victoria playfully wiggled her sweat-glistened toes, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. Kayla raised her calloused soles, an unspoken demand for his tongue. Heather flexed her well-maintained feet, entranced by Kyle's efforts.

He was trapped in a cycle of degradation, a mere plaything for their amusement. The taste of sweat, dirt, and filth lingered on his tongue, the stench of their feet suffocating him. Yet, he had no choice but to comply.

Kyle's body felt heavy, his movements sluggish as he shifted his attention from Sydney's feet to Cynthia's awaiting soles. He could see the anticipation in her eyes.

Cynthia let out a satisfied sigh as Kyle's tongue made contact with her pudgy heel. She wiggled her toes, enjoying the sensation of his obedient service. The taste of sweat mingled with the lingering scent of her favorite lotion, creating a bittersweet combination that coated Kyle's tongue.

She leaned back, relishing the attention and power she held over Kyle. Her laughter filled the room, a mix of sadistic glee, as well as ticklish reaction to the tiny tongue gliding across her sole. She toyed with her hair, before smirking and beginning to speak. "That's it, Kyle," she purred. "Make sure you don't miss a spot. My feet deserve only the best treatment."

Eventually Kyle finished with Cynthia's feet, knowing it wasn't the end just yet; three more pairs awaited him, and next was Victoria's.

As Cynthia's feet were finally relinquished from his attention, Kyle's weary eyes turned towards Victoria. He knew he had no choice but to proceed, his body and mind drained from the relentless task that lay ahead. He braced himself for what awaited him next.

With a wicked smile dancing on her lips, Victoria lifted her foot and lowered it right on top of Kyle. Her dainty sole covered him completely, engulfing him in darkness and suffocating him with its weight. He struggled for air, his tiny body flattened beneath the pressure.

Laughter erupted from the girls as they witnessed Kyle's predicament. The sound echoed through the room, reaching Kyle's ears even under the pile of stifling flesh.

"C'mon Kyle, clean em' up!" Victoria giggled, drunkenly rubbing her foot along Kyle's body, rolling him underneath it against the hardwood floor.

Victoria's laughter reverberated in Kyle's ears. The weight of her foot pressed him further into the floor, his lungs begging for a breath of fresh air. But just as he thought he couldn't bear it any longer, Victoria mercifully lifted her foot, allowing him a momentary reprieve.

He dutifully returned to licking her salty skin, until he could tell Victoria was satisfied, and he could move on to Kayla.

Kyle's tired body moved towards Kayla's feet, his vision now clouded with exhaustion. As he got closer, he couldn't help but notice the state of her soles. They were visibly cracked and calloused, a sign of consistent barefoot walking. But what struck him the most was the dirt that clung to her feet, darkening the natural rosy hue of her skin.

Summoning whatever remained of his determination, Kyle braced himself and extended his tongue towards Kayla's dirty feet. The taste of the accumulated filth hit him with full force, as if he was licking the ground itself. The dirt had mingled with the natural sweat of her feet, creating a nauseating combination that assaulted his senses.

With each stroke of his tongue, Kyle could feel the rough texture of the calloused skin beneath the layer of dirt. He worked tirelessly, trying to dislodge every speck and stain, but it seemed like an endless battle.

"I was walking barefoot in the courtyard earlier, kinda forgot to wash them before the pregame. Sorry Kyle!" Kayla cackled, flexing her feet as Kyle continued his work.

As Kyle continued his task, the other girls watched, their amusement evident in their expressions. They taunted and teased, further fueling the degradation he experienced. Heather's eyes widened with anticipation, knowing that her turn would come soon.

Eventually, Kyle finished with Kayla's feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to rid himself of the lingering taste. Fatigue weighed heavily on him, but there was no time to rest. He glanced towards Heather, whose feet were still awaiting his attention.

Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself mentally for what lay ahead. Heather's feet, unlike the others, seemed to be well-maintained and clean. But Kyle knew better than to assume anything at this point.

He stepped towards Heather's feet, noticing her expression was more of curious anticipation than a mocking stare. Her feet lay in front of Kyle, the final challenge in the gauntlet of appendages to lick clean.

With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, Kyle leaned in and began attending to Heather's clean and well-maintained feet. As his tongue made contact with her soft skin, he felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere. Unlike the previous girls, Heather's reaction was different.

A low, contented hum escaped Heather's lips as Kyle continued his task. Her initial curiosity had transformed into a genuine enjoyment of the sensation. The touch of his tongue against her feet seemed to evoke a pleasurable response within her.

"That... actually feels really good," Heather mumbled to herself, her voice filled with surprise. She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, seemingly lost in the sensation.

"See, now you're getting it." Cynthia chuckled, watching her roommate get lost in the sensation.

With each delicate stroke of Kyle's tongue against her feet, Heather's pleasure grew, her body responding to the unexpected sensations. The heat that had started to pool within her intensified, sending shivers down her spine. Her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, a telltale sign of the arousal that began to stir within her.

As Kyle diligently attended to every curve and crevice of her feet, Heather's breathing became shallower, her heart beating faster in her chest. She tried her best to suppress the rising desire, not wanting to reveal her secret arousal to the group. 

Finally, Kyle completed his task, withdrawing from Heather's feet. He took a step back, his body trembling with exhaustion as he collapsed to the ground. Heather, too, took a moment to compose herself, her breathing gradually returning to normal as she regained control over her desire.

"Thank you, Kyle," Heather said, her voice slightly shaky.

"And he finished just in time!" Cynthia cheered, stopping her timer with seconds to spare.

"Nice idea Sydney." Kayla complimented.

"The shrimp actually did a decent job. My feet feel kinda clean now!" Sydney cackled, flexing her toes with joy.

"So, who's next?" Victoria asked.

"Well Sydney had her turn, so Sydney leave the circle." Cynthia ordered.

Sydney obeyed, pulling herself out of the circle and sitting off to the side.

"Alright, I've poured everyone's shots, are we ready?" Cynthia asked, getting a nod from everyone but Kyle, who's opinion was meaningless.

"Alright, three, two, one… spin!" Cynthia shouted, letting the bottle fly.

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…