The Nationals, Part 4

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Sorry for the delay, but I felt I had written myself into a corner. I had a bit of writer’s block, but then I sat down and looked everything over, decided it was very good stuff, and then kept running with it. Max and his group came about when I saw some pretty cool M/M FJ pictures, much like Henrietta and her story came about based on one picture. Why shota content? Why not! It could be fun!

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The large group of girls headed over to the circle of chairs. As if by magic, a fresh group of bottoms headed over and were in place before the girls got halfway across the floor. “Don’t look now, but those boys are heading this way” whispered Kari. Indeed the prissy boy, the boy in gym shorts, and their apparent leader, the one in the baseball cap and the black t-shirt, were walking across the floor towards Henrietta’s group. They were joined by another lad. This redheaded boy had a basic white t-shirt, blue jeans, and red Converses. “Oh, he’s coming our way!” whispered Zoë.

“Hey there, my name’s Max”. The black t-shirted boy stuck out his hand. “This guy here is Chris” he said, gesturing to prissy boy. “And over here is Davey” pointing to the boy in gym shorts. The redhead stuck out his hand as well. “Everyone just calls me Red” he told the girls. “Uh, hi there, I guess” stammered Henrietta. She simply wasn’t used to boys acting as their equals. Mikey and Matt were exceptions, even if they spent most of their time under the girls’ feet.

She had to admit, Max was cute, if a bit wild looking. His black hair didn’t look like it had seen a comb in a week or so, but it looked good on him. Chris just looked so preppy and neat with his blonde hair parted in the center. Davey looked like he was just laid back and easy-going. Red definitely needed a haircut, but he wasn’t bad looking either. “So, what, exactly…” began Kari, but Max cut her off. “What the heck are we doing here? Easy, we volunteered. We don’t have uniforms, so we can wear whatever we want”. Chris piped up “Since the girls can play in our sports, our school insisted a few boys play in their sports. I guess it’s some law, or something.” Max then continued “So, who are you?”

Henrietta introduced Kari, Zoë, Cindy, Miko, Mai, Tina, and Michelle. Tiffany and Crystal introduced each other. “Well, there’s fifteen chairs over there, and fifteen bottoms under them” Max said. “You got another girl to join in?” Cindy trotted off briefly, and returned with Aurore. “So, I guess we can sit and talk, or show off for each other?” Red asked as the group headed towards the circle of boys lying under the chairs.

Zoë asked the question that was on the mind of every one of the girls: “So, are you gay?” Max smiled at the question. “Let’s just say…undecided. I don’t know yet, so I’m just figuring it out for myself” he replied. Henrietta thought that was a strange but philosophical answer, but didn’t follow up on it. She noticed Red and Davey just blushed and turned away, while Chris just kept looking straight ahead. He didn’t have to say or do anything, but he answered the question, Henrietta thought.

“Well, here we are” stated Red as he paused near a chair to remove his red Converse sneakers. Unsurprisingly, he was in plain white socks. The bottom next to him, lying under the chair, looked up in confusion at this boy removing his shoes and socks above him. His confusion turned to terror as he saw Henrietta’s group, with three other boys, approaching the circle. “Hey, wait a minute, this isn’t what I expected…” he began, but Crystal interrupted him. “Just lay there, don’t think about it, and shut UP!” she told him with authority. “Hey, be nice to them, or they’ll let you down later” Henrietta tried to reason, but Crystal interrupted her. “No, they got to be put in their place” she said, removing her own sandals.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do with us boys?” came the sardonic response from Max. He paused from toeing off his high-tops. “I mean, most of the boys here are for your enjoyment, but what if they let you down?” He rested his ankle-sock-clad foot on the chest of a fellow boy, who looked suitable grossed out by this whole scene. Crystal seemed confused by the response. She removed her other sandal and sat down without answering Max’s question. To everyone’s surprise, Max sat next to Crystal, on her right side. “We’ll just follow each other, and maybe we can each pick up a few tips. How’s that sound?” he asked Crystal, who still didn’t answer. Henrietta sat on Max’s other side. She noticed that the girls made sure to sit on either side of each boy. To Crystal’s left was Tiffany, then Red. On Red’s other side was Cindy. Michelle came next, seated next to Davey. Next to Davey was Tina. Next came four girls in a row with Mai, Miko, Aurore, and Kari. Chris was next to Kari, and Zoë took the last chair, on Henrietta’s right. “Well, this is one big friendship circle, isn’t it?” declared Max with a snicker.

One of the high school ashikoki team volunteers stepped into the center of their circle. “Hi. I’m Lisa, and I’ll be acting as timekeeper. Okay now, the rules are simple” she started. She paused a bit at seeing four boys in the chairs, but regained her composure and continued “You have one minute with each bottom. When I say ‘Switch’, everybody moves one chair to the left. When the bottom ejaculates, the…uh, person…in the chair moves back out of the way, along with the bottom and the chair, of course.” She paused and looked around. “So, is everyone ready?” she asked. From under her own chair, Henrietta heard her bottom whisper to Max’s bottom “Ha! You got the GUY!” To which he replied “I think we’re ALL getting guys this time around.” “Oh, yeah…” Henrietta’s bottom groaned at that reminder.

Fifteen pairs of eyes focused on Lisa, and fifteen pairs of bare feet flexed their toes on fifteen bare stomachs. “Alright then, begin” Lisa declared, pressing the button on her stop watch. Henrietta started with a light toe caress around the base of the shaft, ruffling the light pubic hair around it. She then slid the cock between the arches of her feet and started her up-and-down rhythmic stroke. “It’s pretty basic, but it works” Max whispered to her. She watched as he spread his toes wide and gripped the shaft between them. “They called me ‘Monkey-Toes’ as a kid, so I’m just using what I got” he whispered to Henrietta as he squeezed and relaxed his grip on the bottom’s shaft. He then slid the shaft between the big and second toe of his right foot. He did have an impressive grip; Henrietta noticed as he then squeezed the head of the shaft with the toes of his other foot. A quick glance around showed most of the boys had fairly decent techniques. Davey really didn’t do much more than roll the cock between his soles. Chris used his toes in the same way Max did. Red seemed to have a very firm toe grip on the cock between his own feet. The rest of the girls were just checking and watching the boys in an absent-minded way, not even trying to win, but mostly just watching. A quick glance at Max’s bottom showed, boy or not, he was enjoying the sensation.

“Okay now, switch” came the instruction from Lisa. As a group, everyone scooted left to the next chair. Henrietta had the bottom Max had just been with. He was fairly hard, but a long way from coming. She pressed the side of his cock with her sole while using the ball of her other foot to press and roll it. “Geez, are you even trying?” Henrietta heard Michelle exclaim to Davey. He just smiled weakly and kept working on the boy under his feet. Michelle’s new bottom seemed to respond better to her gentle ministrations, as his cock stiffened almost instantly from the lightest caress of her toes.

Almost at once, a yell came from both Miko and Kari as their bottoms erupted, coating the soles of their feet with their sticky semen. “Wow! That was one of the quicker ones” Tiffany noted as the girls gingerly stepped on the chests of their boys to get out of the ring. The bottoms followed behind. “Gross, now I need a shower” one of them whispered as he stopped to pick up his t-shirt and shorts and move the chair out of the ring.

“Okay, switch” came the word from Lisa. Again, Henrietta shifted to the left and started back to work. Max had good technique, she had to admit, but he had no real finishing moves. She lightly gripped the head with her toes while running her big toe up and down on his shaft. He squirmed some under her chair, and she thought she would be next to go, but then…

“Switch” was the command from Lisa, a little too quickly, thought Henrietta. With regret, she again shifted left. She again looked over to Max. He was using the “monkey toes” grip again, both sets of toes gently gripping and releasing on the bottom’s shaft, and the results were stunning. Of course, Henrietta thought, he had also just been stroked by Crystal and Tiffany, so quite a few of the bottoms should be ready to go shortly.

A slight squeal of joy came from her right. Yes, he HAD been ready to pop, Henrietta thought with regret, but Zoë was there to finish him off. She looked happily around the circle while getting the soles of her feet coated from the bottom. A quick pause while Zoë and the bottom left the ring, and then the match continued.

“Shall I set you up?” Henrietta turned to Max, who’d just asked the question. He tipped her a clever little wink, and then released his grip on the bottom’s shaft. He did some nice toe flexed on the head while reaching down with his other foot and doing a very nice toe massage of the bottom’s ball sac. He was clearly waiting for the command to shift, but his bottom had other plans, launching his load through Max’s toes. Max just sat back and let the bottom coat his soles like the girls did when their bottoms ejaculated. “Whoops, sorry about that” he apologized to Henrietta. His bottom shifted under Max’s feet, smiled with relief, and then opened his eyes to see who had finished him off. “Awww, geez…” he began, but Henrietta’s bottom interrupted him. “So, this mean you’re GAY now, Brice?” he asked in a lisping, mocking falsetto. A couple of the other bottoms were snickering as a deeply embarrassed Brice stood up and moved the chair out of the ring.

“Okay, NOW switch!” ordered Lisa. A little bit late for that NOW, thought Henrietta as she moved next to Crystal. Another delighted squeal came from Tina this time, and the simple pressure of her feet on his stomach caused him to shoot off with real force. Her squeal switched from joy to disgust as he ejaculated all over her legs. “She didn’t get her feet up in time to block it” stated a voice from behind her. Max was standing between her and Crystal’s backs. He had done a quick wipe-down of his feet, and was watching the contest, apparently still interested in how it ended. “Again, I’m sorry about before. I was trying to set you up, but I did too good a job.” This last remark caused Crystal to flinch a bit. “What do you think I’VE been doing for you?” she asked him coldly. “And I do indeed appreciate it” replied Max with a somewhat exaggerated politeness. Henrietta watched this exchange with caution, as Crystal looked furious at the whole affair. She’d been beaten by a BOY! Even Tiffany looked embarrassed for her twin sister.

As if to underscore the point, several more shouts and squeals came from the circle. As if on cue, both Cindy’s bottom and Chris’ bottom shot off at the same time. They’d seen what happened to Tina, and were quick to bring their feet up. A few seconds later, and Aurore’s bottom unloaded on the soles of her feet as well. There was another brief pause as bottoms left and chairs were removed. The circle was getting considerably smaller, Henrietta noted. She was next to Crystal, who was next to Tiffany. Red and Michelle were directly across from her. Davey was next to them, and Mai was seated on her right. She took another glance at Tiffany, and noticed she was furious. She had now been beaten by TWO boys at her own specialty.

“I keep setting him up, but he has no talent at ALL” Mai whispered to Henrietta, gesturing towards Davey. She started on her bottom with the basic sole roll on his shaft. “I mean, he’s trying, and he’s picking up some basic stuff, but he just isn’t doing anything” she continued. Henrietta noticed Davey was watching the rest of the competitors and trying a few things, but really didn’t seem to be that interested. “I think it’s because he HAD to do something, and this was the only thing left” Henrietta whispered in reply. “What, he couldn’t be a bottom?” Mai asked, to which Henrietta could only shrug. She didn’t know enough to even hazard a guess. She just kept working on her own bottom, trying Max’s “monkey toe” grip. Her toes just weren’t long enough to do it successfully, so she switched back to the basic sole roll until…

“Switch” said Lisa. Henrietta had just gotten into position when there was a loud “Whoa” from Red. “Nice set-up” he complimented Michelle, who looked a little peeved that the bottom didn’t unload for her. She could only mumble “Welcome” through gritted teeth as Red and the bottom stepped out of the ring. Tiffany was absolutely red-faced with fury over this, and Crystal didn’t look much happier. Tiffany’s bottom was squirming under her, and it wasn’t from pleasure. She was trying WAY too hard, Henrietta thought, as Tiffany was practically crushing his penis between the arches of her feet as she jerked it. “Take it easy on him” Crystal advised in a whisper, and Henrietta continued “Yeah, whatever it is you think you’re doing isn’t work…” but Tiffany interrupted her. “Just SHUSH UP and let me concentrate” she hissed at both Crystal and Henrietta. Crystal turned away, embarrassed for her sister, and Henrietta went back too work on her own bottom.

The dreaded command “Switch” again came, and Henrietta moved to the bottom Tiffany just mangled. His penis was red, and a little stiff, but a far way to go before popping. Suddenly, she had a brain storm! She didn’t start with any grip, but instead started lightly sliding her soles up and down his stomach and thighs, not even going near his crotch. “Just a quick little massage for you, and I hope you enjoy it” she whispered to the bottom. If she couldn’t work her way to getting him back in the game, she could try talking him into it, she reasoned. She slid her feet in a criss-cross pattern on his belly, and she could feel him loosening up under her feet. “Yeah, there you go” she murmured to him. “Is it helping a little bit?” The bottom let out a muttered “Uh-Huh”, and seemed to both relax and stiffen up under Henrietta’s feet.

Michelle let out a whoop of joy as her bottom finally unloaded on one of her soles. She gingerly used her toes to push his penis straight up and away from her. “Look, I got my own fountain!” she excitedly exclaimed to the rest of the circle. Henrietta was too busy with her own work to appreciate this creative touch. She had just started a delicate tip-of-toes massage of his penis when she was again interrupted by Crystal’s own triumphant whoop. Tiffany had regained some of her own composure and was working with a calmer attitude on her bottom, but this double squirt-out caused her to again grit her teeth. Henrietta considered trying to calm her down again, but as if by malign magic…

“Switch” was again heard. There were three girls and one boy left in the circle, and Henrietta was now directly across from Davey. All four of the bottoms were sweating and breathing heavily and showing signs of complete exhaustion. Fortunately, thought Henrietta, the double squirt out had happened towards the end of the time limit, so Tiffany hadn’t had time to hurt her new bottom. She again started with the relaxing thigh and stomach massage when she saw the tip of his penis leaking pre-come. She gently used her toe-tips to brush up against his penis when he started to erupt. She just set back in the chair and enjoyed the warm pounding feeling of his semen coating the sole of her foot. It felt like a tickling massage, and she started giggling at the sensation.

She then heard a loud “Oh, YEAH!” from Mai as her own bottom unloaded as well. She tried her own attempt at a fountain, but still got a little ejaculate on her legs. Mai was just too tired to care, settling back in her own chair with a moan. “My legs and thighs are cramping something fierce, and my feet feel like they just ran a marathon” she told Henrietta as they both rose up from their chairs to exit the ring. “Oh, yeah, thanks for the set up. I don’t think I could’ve lasted much longer” she continued. Henrietta nodded in reply, but she didn’t feel much better. Even their bottoms had to get assistance to remove the chairs, as neither could even stand up without assistance.

Now, it was down to an indifferent Davey and a teeth-clenching, furious Tiffany. The bottoms under their feet looked worn out from being massaged and stroked by so many boys and girls. With permission from Lisa, Tiffany and Davey each added another coating of baby oil to their feet and soles. “What are the odds of these two getting two ‘dry bottoms’?” Michelle asked Henrietta in a whisper. “I have no idea, but they should really switch them out. They’re both done for.” Henrietta whispered in reply.

Both Davey and Tiffany were flexing and stretching their legs and feet over the bodies of the bottoms in an attempt to loosen their leg and calf muscles. Even the bottoms were twisting and flexing under the chairs, trying to loosen up and stretch out as well. Every one was given a cup of water, which all four drank in one gulp. The three remaining boys were standing behind Davey, and a large group of girls were behind Tiffany for this final jerk-off. Crystal had cleaned up and was directly behind Tiffany. Henrietta and Mai sat next to each other between the two, as it offered the best viewing point. “The rules are simple, first one comes, wins. There will be no more switching” Lisa explained as she raised her arm over her head.

“Okay, BEGIN!” With that, Lisa dramatically lowered her arm, and the match was underway. All the other girls were right about Davey, Henrietta noted. He just didn’t seem that skilled or even interested in the contest. Tiffany, on the other hand, has such a determined look on her face Henrietta feared somewhat for her bottom. She was using her own toe technique, with her big toes clamped around the head of his cock and the other toes flexing in and out. After a bit, she’d gently slide her toes down his cock, then return to the tip of the shaft. It actually seemed to be a pretty good technique, and Henrietta couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t working. Davey was indeed as bad as she’d heard. He was basically bouncing it back and forth between the soles of his feet. Like Tiffany, he would slide the cock up and down between his soles every once in awhile. From Henrietta’s viewpoint, she could see some calluses on his soles. He was probably someone who went barefoot a lot, she figured.

Suddenly, Tiffany removed her feet from the lad’s cock and started stretching her legs and rotating her feet, trying to shake some feeling back in them. Crystal came up from behind her and put her hands on her shoulders, probably to massage them, Henrietta thought. “Hey, no touching” commanded Lisa. Tiffany patted Crystal’s hands, and Crystal pulled them back. Then Henrietta noticed Crystal’s foot. She had placed one flip-flop clad foot on the chest of Tiffany’s bottom, apparently to get closer to Tiffany. When Tiffany patted her hand, Crystal has stood straight up, but left her foot on the bottom’s chest. When Lisa’s attention was off Tiffany and Crystal, she shook off the flip flop, and then firmly placed her toes over the bottom’s mouth. Almost like she’s slipping him something, Henrietta thought.

The bottom started twitching under the feet of Tiffany and Crystal, who promptly slipped her flip-flop back on and stepped away. Tiffany then switched to her own version of the sole roll, moving her well-oiled feet up and down as well as back and forth over his cock. This finishing move had the desired effect, as he suddenly came. It was weak, but it counted, and Tiffany didn’t finish last. The boys behind Davey looked crestfallen, and started patting Davey on the back, telling him he’d do better next time. Davey didn’t seem to care, as he just shrugged and wiped the oil from his feet before looking for his own flip-flops. Tiffany’s team mates were congratulating her as if she’d won, instead of just beating the worst ashikoki player any of them had ever seen. Several were stepping and standing on Tiffany’s bottom, and Henrietta wondered if that bottom would even be returning.

We have to face BOYS in contests, and two of my friends and competitors are cheating, Henrietta thought as she went to clean up and get her shoes and socks. What else could go wrong? “Well, well. Look who we have here” came an icy cold greeting from behind her, and Henrietta KNEW she’s should not have asked herself that question. She slowly turned and came face-to-face with Karin and her team mates. “Funny how all those sudden rule changes at the Regional meet worked in our favor, isn’t it?” she asked no one in particular, her voice oozing sweet venom. “A little…arbitration and mediation, and we were allowed to attend The Nationals as well.” Karin then leaned forward, almost touching foreheads with Henrietta. “I am SO looking forward to the rematch”. With that, she turned and stalked away, her team mates falling in behind her. Henrietta could finally feel the exhaustion in her legs, and she sat down hard on the mat, wondering how she was going to manage THIS new development.

End of Part 4