Your face was now lodged rather forcefully between two unforgiving toes. They encased your head without remorse. Once his toes fully settled on you, your vision was plunged into complete and utter darkness, unable to see the vastness of his powerful feet, but feeling, and smelling them regardless. His rough skin was far from clean, with your face instantly being assaulted by drops of salty, sour sweat, almost as if you were drowning in an ocean of funk. The brief intermissions you got from this sweat was haunted by the cruel stench that haunted everything in this cruel boot. The one saving grace you had was that although you were completely pinned down, there was a large amount of padding on the balls of his feet, and although the skin itself was rough, it was not unlike being pinned underneath a rough mattress.

That is until he started walking.

Of course you knew he was going to walk eventually, it was only natural, but you were not nearly prepared for that first step, nor the ones that followed. The many many more that followed. It was jarring, as his foot began to raise to begin his journey back, the pressure on you softened, which was a blessing, but the force pushed you back down into the insole. Honestly, when the foot was in the air it wasn't that bad, almost like a roller coaster, but when the foot fell, that was the true hell. You were jostled in such a way that forced your face directly into the space between his toes every single time his foot fell. You couldn't escape a face full of rancid Orc over and over again. At first you tried to fight against it, pushing hard against the foot, but ultimately your efforts were found futile, and painful. 

One other thing made this truly hell though. Remember when he said he'd be getting the magic from you one way or another? He wasn't joking. Every time his foot fell, your tiny body was crushed, your tiny cock was crushed. Proportionally to your body you had a nicely sized cock, but compared to his foot? It was nothing more then a speck. A speck that was completely overpowered by this Orcs foot of all things. 

Three steps, three steps was all it took. The pressure, the heat, the stench, it was overwhelming. It was just too much for your little body. Your mind whirled and turned to mush as you came. It was like his feet had invaded your brain, filling it with salty, sour stink. 

"Pathetic."

You couldn't put it better yourself. You felt pathetic. Climaxing on the feet of a barbaric Orc. How much lower could it get? And yet it didn't stop. His foot rose, and fell once again. And again. And again. And again. At this point you had lost count of how many steps he had taken, and how many times you had climaxed, but it didn't stop, at least not before you blacked out. The pleasure, the pain, the stink, it was all too much and eventually you lost your senses all together.