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The bottle spun wildly, around and around and around, almost as if it would never stop.

"Jeez, Chris, spin that thing hard enough?" Seth laughed.

"Oh can it," Chris retorted. "See? It's already slowing down." After a half a dozen more passes around the circle, the bottle finally started to lose some momentum. It gradually slowed, lingering on each person longer and longer, and Kari gave a hard gulp as it nearly stopped on her once more. Luckily for her, it decided to pass by, landing instead on Jace, who sat directly next to her.

Now it was his turn to gulp. They all knew Jace as the shy one in the group, and for his own sake he was fortunate enough to have only been chosen by the circle a small handful of times before. As his face heated up and he started to sweat, he did his best to mentally prepare himself for what was going to be another one of those times.

Kari leaned over and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, Jace, you'll be fine. It's just Chris. At least he's not as bad as Seth, right?" she smiled reassuringly.

"R-Right," he looked over at her, trying to force a smile. He wasn't even sure what he was doing here. He hardly knew most of the people in the group, and this was all just so weird to him. They didn't even know how this "circle" worked. What was really happening when their bodies obeyed? Was it safe? He dreaded the thought that there might even be some sort of lasting effect, beyond just within the circle.

Jace continued to think himself deeper and deeper into a hole of anxiety, until suddenly he was snapped out of it by Chris shouting his name.

"Jace! Hey, you with me?"

"What huh? O-Oh, yeah...sorry." He was a little flustered.

"Go easy on him, okay Chris?" Kari said to him with a look of mild concern.

"Yeah yeah, I know," Chris waved his hand at her dismissively. "Okay, Jace, so how would you like foot fetish?"

Everyone around the circle giggled. "Feet again, really?" someone said.

"Hey guys, don't judge," Chris said confidently. "We've all got our kinks."

Meanwhile, Jace's look was shifting from one of embarrassment to one much more of dread, "A...what?"

Chris returned his attention to Jace. "A foot fetish," he replied matter-of-factually. "Because that's exactly what you're going to get. Jace, I dare you to worship my feet. Truly, deeply enjoy them and appreciate them. Experience them, let yourself get aroused by them, and don't stop until they make you cum."

"But that's-!" Jace was cut off by the influence of the circle, forcing his words back down and silencing him for the remainder of the dare, since talking didn't seem to be included among the instructions. He leaned forward onto his hands and knees and started crawling toward Chris, who was already preparing himself by leaning back with his legs outstretched in front of him.

Despite Chris's wording, the circle couldn't really influence minds, only bodies - at least, as far as they knew - but while trapped under its influence Jace's body was going to give every indication that he was really enjoying it as much as Chris said.

"Start with the shoes," Chris commanded, and like a proper pawslut, Jace obeyed. He leaned down at Chris's shoes and started undoing the laces, which loosened up with little effort, and then tugged each shoe off one at a time.

No sooner had the shoes come off than had Jace gotten a noseful of their scent. He tried to recoil, but all that really retreated were his thoughts, which did him absolutely no good. His body, on the other hand, continued to hover directly over the source, unwavering, and took it all in. He brought one of the shoes up to his face and planted his nose inside it, inhaling deeply and filling his lungs with their odor. Jace wanted to gag. It was so disgusting, so repulsive, he thought, but his body just continued to enjoy it. His face wore a broad smile and moaned out slightly as he started to pop a small boner, taking a few more breaths before setting the shoe down and repeating the process with the other.

The smell wasn't the most awful, but it was certainly...potent, Jace thought. Chris's shoes may have been well-worn, but they were relatively clean, and Chris at least did take fairly good care of his feet. It was a distinctly manly, musky odor. Not dirty, but hot, thick, and sweaty. It was strong, it overwhelmed him, and he even started to feel light headed, but on the outside that only translated into exactly what Chris was hoping to see.

As Jace finished with the second shoe, he set it aside and Chris spoke to him once more, "Now the socks..." And once more Jace obliged. The socks went much quicker, simply sliding off the feet, retaining the tiniest bit of scent and warmth, but not nearly as well as the shoes had. He gathered both socks up in his hands, and like a "true" foot fetishist, brought them directly to his face to enjoy in much the same manner as the shoes. The fabric pressed against his nostrils and created a sort of filter for every breath. In his mind Jace longed for a breath of fresh air, but each gulp sifted right through the socks, bringing only another lungful of Chris's musk.

Jace pressed and rubbed the socks all over his face, lavishing in their aroma, and as he pulled them away, much to his dismay he noticed the scent had clung to his fur. Now even with nothing there he couldn't help but smell Chris all the time. As his mind processed the situation, he also noticed his arousal steadily growing.

"What...why is this getting me hard?" he thought to himself. "I don't like feet...I don't like any of this!"

"Pitching a nice tent I see..." Chris spoke out above him, interrupting his thought process. But unlike the previous interruption when the dare began, Jace was actually thankful for this one. It reminded him of the dare - the full dare. He had to be getting hard, he had to be "enjoying" it, and sooner or later when the seemingly arbitrary rules of the circle decided it, it would make him cum and the dare would be over.

"Well that's a bit of a relief," Jace mentally reassured himself. "I knew I couldn't really be liking this. It IS disgusting, not to mention humiliating... All I have to do tough it out a little bit longer and I'll be done."

"And now it's time for the feet..." Chris said, pulling Jace away from his thoughts once more as his head looked up happily and obediently at Chris with a nod, then returned its focus to Chris's feet.

"The feet..." Jace thought. "Here it comes..." His whole body lied down this time, apparently not simply content with kneeling down to the feet, but insisting on being on their level. He placed his hands on either side of one of Chris's feet and pulled himself up to it. His body started slow, examining the sole, taking a few light sniffs here and there. Then, without notice, his face plunged forward and starting lapping with the full flat of his tongue straight up and down the entire foot. His tongue slurped back inside, and Jace got the strongest blast of flavor yet, direct from the source. It was so thick, so penetrating, and also somehow...sweet. Not like sugar sweet, but just a...not so bad, sort of sweet. It coated his entire tongue and mixed with his saliva, and he almost couldn't believe it as his body then swallowed the taste right down, taking it inside, making it a part of him.

But there was still so much left to do. He nuzzled and licked and worshiped all over Chris's foot, and his tongue sought out every nook and cranny for every bit of rich, musky flavor it could find. His nose rooted around beneath the digits, and his tongue snaked its way between them. Before long, the entire foot bottom was coated in a slick, shiny coating of saliva. Everything had happened so fast, and with such enthusiasm, Jace hardly noticed that his erection was pressing against his pants at full mast.

The first foot complete, Jace's body then moved on to the second one. His pants were throbbing, burning with need, and he knew the only thing that could satisfy him was to properly worship and appreciate these feet in the way they deserved. Taking the remaining foot in both hands like before, he pressed his face right into the arch and let the scent fill him once more. He dragged his face all over it in an exceedingly affectionate manner, refreshing the scent left on him by the socks.

He pulled his face to the top, and upon arriving he delivered a small kiss to each one of the toes. A simple peck at first, but as he moved along the kisses got deeper and more passionate, until by the time he made it to the big toe, he was outright frenching with it. He sucked the toe into his mouth, as though it were a small cock, and bobbed his head over it. He moaned, his lips smacked, and the wonderful flavor and sensations of pleasing the most savory and heavenly of body parts gave him a sort of high better than anything he had ever felt.

He would have continued, would have lavished such attention upon the entire foot, but there was a dull panging somewhere in the back of his mind. As he noticed it, it seemed to get harder and harder, louder and louder, and then he realized it wasn't in his head at all. It was a voice. Someone was shouting something. It was his name. Someone was calling his name!

"Jace! JACE!" Chris shouted.

Jace looked up from the foot to see Chris shouting above, "Huh? What is it?"

"You can stop now. The dare is over."

"It...is?" Jace asked, not even realizing he was able to speak once more. He felt something wet between his legs, then he looked down and saw a large wet spot in his pants, dripping white liquid onto the floor. He came. Somewhere in the midst of all that foot worship, Jace came, and he didn't even notice.

"Yeah, man. You came like five minutes ago." Chris continued speaking while everyone else in the circle just looked on in curiosity, not really sure how to react. Some people stifled little giggles, others were totally silent. They'd never seen someone keep going like that after a dare had ended. "You okay?"

Jace lifted himself up, "Y-Yeah, I'm fine! Everything's fine!" He covered his face and quickly retreated back to his seat near Kari.

Chris gave a skeptical sort of half smile, "Well, if you're sure..." He passed the bottle to his right. It was someone else's turn now.