This choice: "I think I want a foot rub!" • Go Back... "I know.. Since you're so good at rubbing my feet with your pathetic little body, you can give me another footrub!" The giant geek grisn maliciously.
As terrified as you are, you're also outraged. You've never been treated this badly, and your pride won't allow you to stoop to this new low. You stand your ground, with as much dignity as you can muster in your tiny cage, and defy the huge, egotistical boy. "NO!! I'm NOT rubbing your stinking feet, I'm NOT living in this cage and I'm NOT taking your shit ANYMORE!!"
Jim stares at you for a minute, with an intimidating, dark look in his eyes.. And then he smiles. "Really?" he says, sounding genuinely fascinated.
"Yeah!" you yell back, feigning confidence.
"You wanna make a bet?" he smiles at you encouragingly, with menacing falseness. Then, in an instant, he yanks you out of your cage, throws you into his sweaty sneaker, and starts to wriggle his foot in.
"NO! NO NO NO! PLEASE MAN, NO!! PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON M-"
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An hour later -- An hour spent wiggling helplessly under Jim's sweaty socked foot, swallowing excessive amounts of salty sweat -- You've finally given up. You lie limply under the gigantic foot, letting sweat pour down your throat and inhaling the toxic fumes of the geek's foot odour.
Jim finally feels satisfied that your will has been broken (Either that or you're dead - you stopped fighting ten minutes ago) and he pulls his shoe off, shaking you onto the polished wooden floor, peeling off his socks and placing his bare feet down in front of you.
The giant geek sits on his bed, looking down at you with a slight smirk on his face, and raises an eyebrow in question. You drop to your knees, kissing the nerd's neat, giant toes madly. Stinging sweat drips into your eyes but you ignore it and go on frantically worshipping the chuckling boy's feet, shuffling back and bowing down before him at regular intervals, your nose to the floor, terrified that he will be displeased and stick you back in that putrid shoe. "Ok, ok, that's enough." he says finally, "Good pet, good, good.. Now how about that footrub, eh?" | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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