‘Son what’s going on’, he growls, frustrated at the interruption.
‘Well dad’, Wayne snickered.
‘Something happened with runt today’
‘What did it do this time’, he sighed angrily
You gasped at being referred to lik that, but only succeed in breathing in Wayne’s toxic foot stink.
‘The plan worked dad’, he said excitedly
‘It’s tiny!’
‘Wow’, said your dad, seemingly surprised
‘Finally? After all this time of trying? We finally have a slave to pleasure us and make us feel good! Well done son’
You were beyond shocked as you lay, gaping and coated in Wayne’s sweat, almost sinking into the wet spongy fabric, the rancid stink still stroking your body almost lovingly. You’re own family had been trying to turn you into their slave? For how long? Why?
‘As a celebration, why don’t we give it it’s first task of serving it’s perfect masters and enjoying it! I want to feel the runt rolling around beneath my feet and it’s tiny tongue lapping up the gunk between my toes. Where is it? I can’t wait for it to start! Why don’t you go get some beers and the collar!’
‘Sure dad!’, Wayne opened the bag and tipped the contents upside down onto the carpet. He snickered as his raunchy clothes fell to the floor and he saw you clamber out from his wet gym sock that surely hadn’t been washed in forever. Your dad gagged and held his nose in disgust.
‘That’s disgusting, I’m glad the new slave had already got some training in!’
Wayne snickered again and swaggered from the room. You were still wondering what thy needed the collar for, but all those questions faded from your mind as your dad came into view. You froze as you first saw his massive toes, rippling in their sweaty socks. The socks that he always wore around the house and you were pretty sure had never been washed. In reality, you didn’t think he washed any of his socks anyway, judging by the cheesy stink that crept into your nostrils every time he came home from work, prised off his shoes, and crossed them up, wiggling his manly toes, as you tried to watch tv. Your eyes climbed up his muscular legs, before lightly resting on his fat package that probably emanated the musk of ancient dried cum. You looked up further, past his perfect chest; it wasn’t ripped persay, but he had a very masculline build with broad shoulders and a hard stomach. His arms almost bulged from their sleeves, making it easy to imagine them popping with one flex. Finally, your eyes rested on his beautiful face.
‘Hey runt, it’s good to finally see you at your rightful place at my feet. I can’t wait to have you squished in between my toes with toe jam and gunk’, he smirked
‘From now on you will call me and your brothers either master, sir or daddy. We will look after you but you belong to us. You will obey anything we tell you to do from now on. Now get on my socks, NOW!’
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