"My very own slave. This is the best birthday present ever! Thanks, big bro." Andy's fingers grasp you tightly, covering you in his sweaty flesh. He has the most obnoxious, untrustworthy smile yiu've ever seen on a kid his age as he places you on the coffee table and unlaces his sneakers. Evil must run in the family.
"No problem, little bud. Enjoy him." Shaun looks proudly at his younger brother, then smirks at you, sitting scared and alone on the coffee table in front of two nasty teen giants.
That's when Andy slams his bare feet down on the table in front of you, so heavily that you lose your balance and fall on your hands and knees before the lint-covered soles.
"Whoah, man!! Andy, when was the last time you washed your feet?" Shaun ecxclaims, pinching his nose and waving the air away. "Those dogs fucking reek! I almost feel bad for the little sitting in front of them." He laughs, hastily jumping off the lounge and retreating to his room.
Now it's just you, Andy, and his massive, stinking feet. The boy wiggles his toes and grins at you. "Slave, RUB."
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