You look up at your once best friend, grinning down at you menacingly. Your "little" brother has the same look, and your heart droops at the memory of what your life was once like. Now even your once best friend regarded you as little more than a slave or a toy- something less than human to play with. You know you don't want to do anything involving Brandon's brother- he's a lunatic, but you look at Brandon's bare feet and back at him. Brandon's long toes, and thick soles and arches, and the whole package seems to grind into the floor, like a bull about to charge. "YO, MAKE UP YOUR MIND, SLAVE!" Brandom bellows and then looks at Greg, "I THINK IT'S STARTING TO GET A CRUSH ON MY FEET!"
"WELL, IT SPENDS SO MUCH TIME WITH THEM! MINE, YOURS, TERRAN, MOM AND DAD....LOTS OF FOOT. HE SHOULD LEARN TO LOVE THEM." Greg replies, and they laugh.
"WELL, WHAT'S IT GONNA BE?" Brandon demands. You meekly decide to humor their superiority and drop to all fours. You crawl hurriedly, and plant a kiss on your former best friends' toe. You look up, seeing him smirk at you. "THAT'S A GOOD SLAVE THING. YOU'RE LEARNING YOUR PLACE. SO WHAT'S YOUR DECISION?"
"I want to ride in your sneaker, Master." You say, humilated. He laughs.
"SEE, HE LOVES MY FEET. OKAY, SLAVE, CRAWL IN BETWEEN MY TOES. AND YELL, 'I LOVE MASTER BRANDON'S TOES" REALLY LOUD." You sigh and comply.
His toes are sweaty and dirty, and you feel the sweat permeate through your clothes in skin. You crawl in between, and scream "I love Master Brandon's feet!" as loud as you can. He laughs in triumph. Greg laughs, too. Suddenly the toes clamp around you, and darkness decends as Master Brandon places you and your new found "crush" into his skate shoes.
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You are throughly drenched in sweat and shoe fuzz when Master Brandon removes his shoe and dumps you to the floor. "SO NOW WHAT?" Brandon asks.