"Wayne, this isn't funny! I'm begging you, get me help!"
Wayne jams his giant thumb over your mouth, smearing the taste of dirt and sweat over your tongue, and chuckles at how pathetic you look. "Well begging's a good start, shrimp, I think I could get used to being treated like a king.. As a matter of fact, keep up the worship."
Your neanderthal of a brother places you at his giant, ratty sneakers and stacks his feet on top of one another comfortabley. "Go on, twerp, worship me!" He hisses down at you.
Wayne, is there a problem?" You hear the teacher enquire tiredly.
"No, Mr Welling. I was just crushing out a bug.." Wayne says with a menacing look down at you, and lifts one of his feet over you. This is all Wayne has to do before you drop to your knees, shocked and nervous, and press your lips to the putrid surface of his sneaker. You move along the shoe's side, smooching and bowing in front of the dirty, peeling leather. The smell of your brother's feet emenates from the ancient shoes, making you gag, but you don't dare stop until Wayne gives you permission.
Meanwhile, Wayne has to hide his face so he can laugh at the pathetic little man a his feet. he knows just how bad his shoes stink, and he never thought you'd go for it - But now that you've fearfully submitted, the rush of power Wayne recieved has become an addiction. He wants to leave with his new toy right now, to see what else he can make you do for him..
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