Sitting at the head of the bed with the game controller in his lap, Josh cracks open a bottle of beer and kicks his Vans off, onto the floor.
As the shoe hits floorboards, you jump at their humungous thids. You're so sore from worshipping your last teen rock god that you can barely move at this stage.
Once you're positioned at the foot of his bed, Josh lifts up his legs and crosses his ankles in front of you. You can see that he's peeled off his socks, and now his pale feet are airing, glistening with remnants of sweat. His supple toes wiggle in front of you, almost as if they're teasing you with the fact of what you're about to do, like a bully winking at one of his victims.
Josh swallows a mouthful of beer and looks at you casually. "So, what? Is your will broken in yet? My feet are waiting here.."
This must all be very routine for a slave-owner, but the giant's cruel indifference never fails to shock you.
Josh's toes are still stretching and wiggling about, clearly waiting for a subservient, broken-down slave to service them. But you're not sure you can do it..
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