The Basement Bet (M/M)
Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2018 10:52 am
Part 1:
This story takes place a year ago, the week before school ended for the summer. It was a Wednesday and me and my friend Cayden had just finished our history exam and decided to go to his house and hangout. When we first arrived at his house we played some basketball for about an hour. Cayden was very competetive and quite athletic so I didn't stand much chance against him.
When were finished we went inside I took my shoes off, Cayden did not. We then went downstairs into his basement. Cayden's basement was essentially a play room he had his PS4 down there and a bunch of other stuff. We sat down me on the floor and him in a rolling office chair. Cayden was my best friend and we'd hang out a lot, he was very good looking in opinion. He was only 15 (a year younger than me),pale white, had dirty blonde hair with bangs that sat above his brown eyes and was fairly tall, possibly around 6 '. Cayden was wearing a Blue Nike T-shirt, Dark Grey cargo shorts and was just now kicking off his Black and White Nike Air Jordan 1 Retro's to reveal White DC crew socks which had a couple of holes on his right sock the holes included, one small one above his big toe revealing a little bit of his toe nail, a medium sized one on his heel and another medium sized hole on the upper sole of his foot.
Another thing about Cayden is his feet smell. Since I've hung out with him a lot I've sort of gotten used to the smell but some days they really stink and today was one of those days. I'd have to scrunch my nose a couple of times like when he'd kick his feet near me or wiggle his toes (which he did a lot). Cayden also cracked his fingers and toes a fair bit which always disgusted me.
"Let's start with Call of Duty" Cayden as he turned on the PS4. " Sure, just as long as you don't complain when I beat you" I said to him as I usually win whenever we play. "Nah, I've gotten better since the last time we played, you're going to be the one losing" Cayden said as he passed me a controller. "Really, let's bet on it, Loser has to do something gross" I said. "OK, like what" Cayden said as we both sat there and thought of a punishment. "Got it" Cayden said, "Loser has to kiss the winners foot" he said. "Deal" I said as we began loading into a 1v1. I really didn't want to kiss his feet especially since they smelt so bad and we just played basketball so I was very motivated to win this bet.
It was a first to twenty kills setting, I was using shotgun and he was using some SMG I think. I started off strong with three kills to none but he started gaining momentum and pretty soon it was his fourteen to my eight. "Make that fifteen" Cayden said as he killed me again and smelt his foot "hope you got those lips ready" he said taunting me, but I wasn't having it. I began to focus and started catching up. Soon after it was my fifteen to his eighteen and the match got tense. He made it nineteen but I made it sixteen. At this point we kept getting in close encounters but I kept running. Not wanting to lose, it was to no avail as he caught and killed me. Cayden cracked his toes in victory as he turned to me in his chair and raised his right socked foot to my face. I stared at the hole in his sock with disgust and anger, I should've won.
It stunk and it stunk even more as he wiggled his toes. "How long do I have to kiss it for" I asked. "Five seconds should do and make sure you kiss right through the hole" Cayden said. "Yuck, I'll get you next time" I said. "Shut up and pucker up" he responded as he wiggled his toes in my face again and although I'm not proud to admit it I did as told. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and puckered up my lips. I then proceeded to plant a kiss on Cayden's sweaty barefoot via the hole in his sock. All while he laughed and slowly rubbed his sweaty toes against my nose. I held the kiss for five seconds and quickly pulled my lips off his foot. I then began wiping my lips off with my shirt while Cayden kept laughing at me.
My face went red from embarrassment as this was the first time we made a bet like this were the winner got to punish the loser and I lost. "How'd it taste" Cayden asked through laughter. "I don't know, like feet" I responded with a defeated undertone to my voice. Cayden laughed to my response "wanna go again" Cayden said. "Yes and this time I will beat you" I said.
So me and Cayden played some more matches with gross bets attached and unfortunately for me I only managed to win one and I made him kiss my knee (which honestly I think he did out of pity). however I had to do multiple gross punishments due to my losses such as sniffing his shoes (which he had for well over a year), sucking on the toes of his sock (he had tugged the sock off a little so I could suck it and not have his toes there), kissing his exposed toe nail (via another hole in his sock). Even having to lick one of his armpits (which as I licked I discovered he forgot to put on deodorant).
The nastiest of all though was easily when he made me take his socks off with my teeth. Sucking on his socks was one thing as it didn't last very long but taking his socks was just a hell of chore. I was constantly catching whiffs of his foul smelling feet as I tugged on his dirty with my mouth. It took me almost two minutes the first sock off and maybe three minutes for the second. By the end of it I was positive my breath smelt like his feet.
So needless to say Cayden was quite happy with his victories as he always loved one upping me and what a better way to do that by literally having me kiss his feet. He was having great time embarrassing me. He even become so confident he'd ask me if i wanted to do the punishments before we even played the match. The first time he did this he just simply curled his bare toes into the carpet right in front of me and asked "wanna smell them now or later" I obviously rejected but by the end of the match my nose was right on those curled up toes, sniffing the awful stench.
Finally I (foolishly) decided that I would try and get him back for all of this. I told him that the loser of this next match would have to get their wrists tied to chair he was sitting on and would then have to comply with whatever the winner said. He accepted instantly and told me how much I would regret my bet. Regretfully I did, he beat me again and now I was going to have to suffer because of my own bet, how stupid was I!
This story takes place a year ago, the week before school ended for the summer. It was a Wednesday and me and my friend Cayden had just finished our history exam and decided to go to his house and hangout. When we first arrived at his house we played some basketball for about an hour. Cayden was very competetive and quite athletic so I didn't stand much chance against him.
When were finished we went inside I took my shoes off, Cayden did not. We then went downstairs into his basement. Cayden's basement was essentially a play room he had his PS4 down there and a bunch of other stuff. We sat down me on the floor and him in a rolling office chair. Cayden was my best friend and we'd hang out a lot, he was very good looking in opinion. He was only 15 (a year younger than me),pale white, had dirty blonde hair with bangs that sat above his brown eyes and was fairly tall, possibly around 6 '. Cayden was wearing a Blue Nike T-shirt, Dark Grey cargo shorts and was just now kicking off his Black and White Nike Air Jordan 1 Retro's to reveal White DC crew socks which had a couple of holes on his right sock the holes included, one small one above his big toe revealing a little bit of his toe nail, a medium sized one on his heel and another medium sized hole on the upper sole of his foot.
Another thing about Cayden is his feet smell. Since I've hung out with him a lot I've sort of gotten used to the smell but some days they really stink and today was one of those days. I'd have to scrunch my nose a couple of times like when he'd kick his feet near me or wiggle his toes (which he did a lot). Cayden also cracked his fingers and toes a fair bit which always disgusted me.
"Let's start with Call of Duty" Cayden as he turned on the PS4. " Sure, just as long as you don't complain when I beat you" I said to him as I usually win whenever we play. "Nah, I've gotten better since the last time we played, you're going to be the one losing" Cayden said as he passed me a controller. "Really, let's bet on it, Loser has to do something gross" I said. "OK, like what" Cayden said as we both sat there and thought of a punishment. "Got it" Cayden said, "Loser has to kiss the winners foot" he said. "Deal" I said as we began loading into a 1v1. I really didn't want to kiss his feet especially since they smelt so bad and we just played basketball so I was very motivated to win this bet.
It was a first to twenty kills setting, I was using shotgun and he was using some SMG I think. I started off strong with three kills to none but he started gaining momentum and pretty soon it was his fourteen to my eight. "Make that fifteen" Cayden said as he killed me again and smelt his foot "hope you got those lips ready" he said taunting me, but I wasn't having it. I began to focus and started catching up. Soon after it was my fifteen to his eighteen and the match got tense. He made it nineteen but I made it sixteen. At this point we kept getting in close encounters but I kept running. Not wanting to lose, it was to no avail as he caught and killed me. Cayden cracked his toes in victory as he turned to me in his chair and raised his right socked foot to my face. I stared at the hole in his sock with disgust and anger, I should've won.
It stunk and it stunk even more as he wiggled his toes. "How long do I have to kiss it for" I asked. "Five seconds should do and make sure you kiss right through the hole" Cayden said. "Yuck, I'll get you next time" I said. "Shut up and pucker up" he responded as he wiggled his toes in my face again and although I'm not proud to admit it I did as told. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and puckered up my lips. I then proceeded to plant a kiss on Cayden's sweaty barefoot via the hole in his sock. All while he laughed and slowly rubbed his sweaty toes against my nose. I held the kiss for five seconds and quickly pulled my lips off his foot. I then began wiping my lips off with my shirt while Cayden kept laughing at me.
My face went red from embarrassment as this was the first time we made a bet like this were the winner got to punish the loser and I lost. "How'd it taste" Cayden asked through laughter. "I don't know, like feet" I responded with a defeated undertone to my voice. Cayden laughed to my response "wanna go again" Cayden said. "Yes and this time I will beat you" I said.
So me and Cayden played some more matches with gross bets attached and unfortunately for me I only managed to win one and I made him kiss my knee (which honestly I think he did out of pity). however I had to do multiple gross punishments due to my losses such as sniffing his shoes (which he had for well over a year), sucking on the toes of his sock (he had tugged the sock off a little so I could suck it and not have his toes there), kissing his exposed toe nail (via another hole in his sock). Even having to lick one of his armpits (which as I licked I discovered he forgot to put on deodorant).
The nastiest of all though was easily when he made me take his socks off with my teeth. Sucking on his socks was one thing as it didn't last very long but taking his socks was just a hell of chore. I was constantly catching whiffs of his foul smelling feet as I tugged on his dirty with my mouth. It took me almost two minutes the first sock off and maybe three minutes for the second. By the end of it I was positive my breath smelt like his feet.
So needless to say Cayden was quite happy with his victories as he always loved one upping me and what a better way to do that by literally having me kiss his feet. He was having great time embarrassing me. He even become so confident he'd ask me if i wanted to do the punishments before we even played the match. The first time he did this he just simply curled his bare toes into the carpet right in front of me and asked "wanna smell them now or later" I obviously rejected but by the end of the match my nose was right on those curled up toes, sniffing the awful stench.
Finally I (foolishly) decided that I would try and get him back for all of this. I told him that the loser of this next match would have to get their wrists tied to chair he was sitting on and would then have to comply with whatever the winner said. He accepted instantly and told me how much I would regret my bet. Regretfully I did, he beat me again and now I was going to have to suffer because of my own bet, how stupid was I!