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Picture source: @black-socks-49

Story requested by follower J

Tony knocked on the leasing office door. He had a portion of the rent owed, but was still quite short. He was trying to keep from being three months late. The current payment would reduce it to only two months behind. He kept telling the landlord that he would bring it up to current each month, but that has been his common phrase for the past four months. He hoped he would accept the payment like he always does.

"Come in, Tony." Nathan opened the door. "At least I can say you get here by the 1st of the month, but now about your rent payment." He paused as he remembered the tenant promised to pay up to the current this month. That was a promise he had been hearing for four months now.

"Yes, about that. I only have one month's worth this time." Tony paused as he presented the cashiers check to him. "I promise next month I should have three months worth to give you." He added, knowing full well that he might not keep that promise either.

Nathan took the check. "It's been four months now of the same promise. What is the issue here?" He asked, wanting to know why he couldn't catch up the rent.

"It's the job thing. I got laid off and had to take a less paying job." Tony admitted. "But I promise as soon as I get a better job, I can catch things up." He said, not sure when that better job part will happen.

Nathan scratched his head. He was tired of the late rent payment and not getting all his money. Yet, he felt a little sorry for his tenant. He really needed a better job or a place he could stay for free. An idea popped into his mind just at that moment. He could solve both his and Tony's problems at the same time.

"I think I have a solution that could help both of us." Nathan spoke as he grabbed a glass and filled it with a drink He then handed it to Tony. "One where you get a better job and have a place to stay for free." He added as he watched Tony guzzle down the glass.

"That was good, thank you." Tony handed the glass back to Nathan. "What is your solution?" He asked him, curious if he was getting to stay in his apartment for free.

Nathan took out his phone and hit the flash option after putting in the setting on his special app. He had used it before when someone tried to break into one of his apartments. Instantly, Tony was replaced with a pair of black socks on the floor. He picked them up and examined both socks.

Tony instantly found himself completely immobilized and unable to speak. It was quite disconcerting. He was powerless to do anything. He soon felt a massive hand pick him up with ease as though he barely weighed anything. He didn't know what completely happened to him, but he didn't like it one bit.

"Looks like you make a great pair of socks, Tony." Nathan paused. "You have a new job of serving my feet and get to live on my feet for free. As for me, I have an apartment freed up to rent to a better tenant." He paused again with a smirk on his face. "Solve both of our problems." He laughed as he went and sat down. He took off his shoes and other socks. He then tried on his new socks. They felt so good on his feet. The durability formula that he gave Tony should have him last a very long time on his feet. He propped up his feet on the coffee table.

"I think this is the best arrangement. You don't have to pay rent anymore, but live on my feet for free. And I get to have that apartment freed up." Nathan paused, talking to his pair of socks. "Don't you think so, socks" He laughed while wiggling his toes in his new pair of durable black socks. "Hope you like feet." He added.

Tony didn't find any of this funny one bit. He was a human being, not some kind of footwear to be worn on a guy's feet. He could taste both feet of the landlord as though they were in his mouth. The smell of his owner's feet was intense. There was no escape from the taste or smell. The wiggling of his toes further proved how degraded he was. He was at the mercy of his former landlord's feet, and there was nothing he could do about it. The worst part was that he found feet disgusting. He tolerated his own feet because it was his own feet. Here he was now nothing but a pair of socks on another guy's feet.

"I promise I will catch up the rent! Please change me back! I don't want to be like this forever! Someone help me!" Tony mentally screamed as Nathan proceeded to put his shoes back on. The odor from his owner's shoes was so horrible. He could tell that he had worn them for a very long time. As he was shoved inside them with his owner's feet, he saw his horrific fate would only get worse. He was forced to taste and smell feet and be trapped in stinky shoes at the same time. With no means to call for help, he was at Nathan's mercy with no end in sight.

“Oh boy, I can hear your cute muffled scream from here. I bet you’re a bit overwhelmed with the darkness and tightness that envelops you. Don’t worry, it happens every time I kidnap a new jock boy. You’ll slowly understand where you are and what you’ve gotten yourself into.” He gently caressed his heavy bulge, feeling the frantic movements within. The once energetic jock boy was now imprisoned inside his big bulge. The kidnapper smiled. “Looks like my little boy is quite impatient, huh?” He taunted, his fingers tracing the shape of the victim’s form, clearly visible through the tight skin.

“Ahhh… did I frighten you with my touch? Poor little prey, you must be very, very scared right now. You have no idea how tiny and helpless you are now. Hahaha…” The little jock boy struck desperately against the slippery membrane, making little bumps on the round, white bulge. Little did he know, his frantic movements only incited the captor to toy with him further. The man swung his heavy bulge in various directions, leaving the tiny captive helpless inside a disorienting, weightless state. The white, viscous cum splashed onto the poor little guy over and over, wrapping his body in thick layers of gooey cum. No matter how hard the poor boy fought, the sticky substance clung to him, making every movement more futile.

“Did you really think you could escape? How adorable. Every squirm, every little wiggle… it’s just making me enjoy this even more.” He gave his bulge a gentle squeeze, feeling the resistance from within. The jock boy’s desperate attempts to push against the tight, confining membrane only made his situation worse, as the sticky cum continued to envelop him, restricting his movements further. “Look at you, so helpless and trapped. You can struggle all you want, but there’s no getting out of here. You’re mine now. No one will come to save you. You might as well accept it.”

He swung his heavy bulge in various directions again, making the little captive even more disoriented. The white, viscous cum splashed onto the poor little guy over and over, wrapping his body in thick layers of gooey cum and mummified him inside a restrictive cum cocoon that completely shut off his chance for escape. His frantic movements turned into weak, sporadic shifts, his body finally succumbing to the tight encasement. The giant hand continued to caress his bulge, the touch both soothing and dominant.