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One of them pointed to the white board, and when you turned around, you where in a state of shock : The name of your (secret) tumblr profile was written in giant letters : FOOTFAGG@TLOSER

Your heart rate doubled, your vision blurred, you are scared to turn around, but you had no choice than to face them... You see the evil grin on their faces, you know that you are at their mercy, or you might face scandal, and the end of your carreer... You open your mouth...

Don't you even dare to say a word, sh!tface ! The voice of the boy on the left was full of disgust and hate... We have just one hour to deal with you, you pervet swine... on your knees ! NOW !!!

Picture source: @socs-things

Killian had been told one too many times to stay out of his cousin's bedroom. He had been spending time with him during the summer while on break from college. It had annoyed Oliver that he would snop in his room when he wasan't around. So Killian devised a way that he would not be cauht.

One morning while Oliver was out on errands, Killian took advantage of the opportunity. He looked through his things. He soon heard Oliver arriving back sooner than expected. He didn't want to be caught. So he took his special blue pill. He thought about waht to change into. He quickly shrunk down in size and bcame a pair of socks on his cousin's floor.

Oliver walked into his bedroom. He wasn't too happy that one of his pair of socks had an annoying hole in the heel. He took his shoes off and took the pair of socks off. He searched his sock drawer and didn't find a single clean pair. "Dang, I need to wash clothes. I don't have a single pair of clean socks." He said to himself. He then looked down and saw a pair laying on the floor. "How did I miss these?" He asked himself as he put them on his feet. He then put his shoes back on and left to go finish his errands.

Killian didn't expect this sort of events to happen. His cousin's sneakers reeked so badly. The insoles were horribly worn down. His feet didn't smell much better than the shoes he was trapped in. If the smell wasn't bad enough, he could taste both feet in his mouth. It was like the entire foot was in his mouth and he had to suck on all that musk and foot sweat. He couldn't change back unless he had the space and wasn't attached to his cousin'f feet. He was stuck this way as long as his cousin was wearing him. Being walked on was so painful. It was like Oliver's feet was crushing him over and over with no end in sight. He now see his plan went south in a bad way. He would have rather been caught by his cousin then to be stuck as socks on his feet.

Oliver came back from his errand three hours later. He noticed his feet felt so good. It wasn't that way before he left for his errands, especially in his current sneakers. He realized that it was the socks he was wearing. They were super soft and comfortable. They even made these uncomfortable sneaker feel good. He decided he would have to wear this pair every day or at least till they have holes in them.

TWO YEARS LATER.......

Oliver was amazed that two years later, his favorite pair of socks still had no holes in them. They were quite dirty and no matter how much he wash them, the dingyness never went away, nor his strong foot odor. He didn't mind that though. They were the only pair of socks to survive his feet intact despite how dirty they looked and smelled. He literally wore them every day for two years straight. He would wash them once every two weeks so that he could continue to wear them. They truly were his favorite socks to wear.

One thing did bother him. He had not seen Killian for the past two years. He had came back from doing errands and Killian wasn't at home. In fact, he hadn't seen him since then. He hoped wherever he was that he was safe and sound. It was unlike him to just up and leave and not say sometihing, especially after leaving his things at his place. He guess he would turn up some time or later.

Killian's plan to not get caught created a two year nightmare. Oliver literally wore him every day. He even wore him to bed, to the gym, to work, hanging out with friends, and practically everywhere except the shower and bath. He didn't have a single opportunity to change back. Even when he was taken off his feet, he would be stuffed into a stinky shoe for safe keeping. The shoes would prevent him form changing back. His cousin thought he was missing, but didn't know that he was still with him the entire time.

You walked in to the basement and found Damian, your older brothers friend, sitting on your beanbag chair.

Damian was your brothers closest friend so he spent a lot of time over at your place, he always made you nervous, not just because he was incredibly hot but also cuz he used to always tease you, even in front of your brother he’d make fun of your for “being such a little faggot” it always made you nervous and you couldn’t tell if he knew your secret or was just messing with you, it was playful enough for him to pass it off as a joke. You couldn’t help it though, you got hard every time he called you a fag, and you’d jerk your pervert dick to it later when you’re alone.

“Oh hey Damian, how are you? Is Jake (your brother) around?”

“No, it’s just me in here”

Originally you wanted to hangout in the basement but with him there you got nervous and changed your plan “oh okay cool, I just came in here to grab a drink”

“Fetch me a beer while you’re down here fag” he said, without even looking up from his phone, and he said it without a laugh this time.

You grab him his beer, and you get up the nerve to finally ask him, you take a big gulp and try to straighten your back, as you get closer you can tell from the smell of his feet he must’ve been working out.

“Why do you always call me a faggot Damian?”

He looks up from his phone, a smile creeps up on his mouth, more of an evil smirk than a smile.

“Well isn’t that what you are? You’re brother might be too stupid to notice but I’ve seen the way you look at guys, the way you look at me”

Your face starts to turn red, you start wishing you can take back the stupid question you asked, you look down, avoiding his eyes, you get a glimpse of his socked feet and stare for a little bit, you simply can’t help yourself.

“W- what do you mean the way I look at you? You’re friends with my br-“

He cuts you off “oh come on little faggot, even while you’re asking me you’re staring at my fucking feet bro, it’s okay, you don’t need to be scared of me”

You don’t even know what to say at this point, denying it seems pointless, if Damian wasn’t so hot that it got you flustered every time maybe you would’ve been able to come up with something. Before you could even start coming up with a lie he starts talking again, this time with his voice a little more stern.

“Listen just down, relax, it’s fine”

You listen to him and you head in the direction of the couch to sit but before you even get there you hear him say “No, come sit on the floor, come sit by my feet little faggot, let’s talk it out”.

You wanna say no, you know obeying him and going to sit on the floor would take things to a place you wouldn’t be able to come back from, but you start to think of the intoxicating smell, and his beautiful feet, he was right, you’ve always stared at him, always stared at his feet. So you go back sit on the floor, right next to his feet. You wish you could grab and kiss them right then and there but you restrain yourself, you take a very deep breath, taking in as much as you can of the stench of Damian’s beautiful feet.

He lifts his left foot and puts it in your lap “start rubbing” he orders you, and you do, getting to touch his beautiful feet your hard dick almost starts precuming right then and there. As you’re rubbing his feet he continues “listen like I told you, you don’t need to be scared okay? I’m not gonna tell your brother, I’m not gonna tell anyone how many times I’ve caught you staring, I won’t even tell anyone about how my socks always mysteriously disappear every time I’m at your place” he said followed by a laugh. You had no idea he’s known you’ve been stashing away his socks every time he took them off at your place.

“Yo- how did you know about that” you asked with your trembling hands still rubbing his foot.

He smiles, looking down at you “I’m not stupid, sometimes I’d take them off just to give you a little treat, I knew you’d become obsessed with the smell alone”

You start begging “please, please, I’ll give them all back and I’ll stop staring at you please just don’t tell Jake or anyone else about-“ he cuts you off again.

“Relax faggot, I already told you, I’m not gonna tell anyone” the evil smirk comes back to his face “as long as you only do what a good little faggot does”

You get another hit of the smell of his beautiful feet, you unconsciously bring them closer to your nose while you’re still rubbing them. When he notices where you moved it he brings it even closer, your face is now right in his foot, the smell of it, the shape of it touching your face, you’ve had sex before but nothing has ever made you as horny as you are right now. You take a big breath and let the heel of his foot touch your lips. And he pulls his foot back after leaving it on your face for five seconds. “So you gonna be a good little faggot for me?” He asks you, knowing you’re entirely intoxicated by his foot alone at this point.

“Yes, yes whatever that means, I’ll be a good little faggot but please just let me feel your foot on my face again, whatever being a good little faggot means I’ll be it”

He smiles and brings up his other foot, now both feet have your face entirely covered, you take the biggest breath you possibly can, with even realizing you start kissing and licking his feet too.

“That’s a good little faggot, and the only thing you’ll say to me from now on is yes Master Damian, got it?” He says and lifts one of his feet to give you the chance to answer.

“Yes master Damian, always yes Master Damian” you say while panting waiting for him to bring his foot back to your face.

That’s when Jake walked into the basement, your head jerks away for a split second but Damian presses it back down with his foot.

Damian laughs and says “did I say you can stop worshiping my feet faggot?”

You respond, not caring that your brother is right there, not caring about anything besides Master Damian and his beautiful feet “no master Damian, sorry” you say as you go back to kissing and licking, and even worshiping his feet. While your face is covered with masters Damian’s beautiful feet you hear him say “see? I told you bro” to Jake and you hear them both laugh.