This choice: Wayne puts you in his shoe as he takes you home. • Go Back...Chapter #5Wayne puts you in his shoe as he takes you home by: Puppet Master   What on Earth possessed you to think you could count on your obnoxious older brother Wayne for help?? The guy has spent years taking every opportunity he could get to make you feel like crap, now you've walked right into his clutches, and your entire life is at his disposal. You watch with tears of fear and frustration in your eyes as the giant jerk kicks off one of his epically trashed sneakers and nods toward the tattered shoe.
"Get in, little bro." There's a little rule in your house, put in place to protect the family from Wayne's chronic foot odour: As soon as Wayne takes his shoes off, he has to put them on the front porch and wash his feet immediately. You've smelled those pungent beats from across the room even from across the house before, but you've neevr dared to get this close with your big bro's stinky shoes. "..NOW!" Wayne shouts, and you sprint towards the giant sneakers in fera of being spit or stomped on.
"Yeah, that's right, climb right in there, little shit. From now on, I'm not your big brother, I'm your GOD. And you're gonna show me all the respect you should have been giving me these past years.." The conceited smirk on Wayne's face is both enraging and terrifying.
"Wayne, please, I'm your brother, can't we work something out??" You plead, humiliated to be lowering yourself to this level at your obnoxious brother's feet.
"Shut up, runt! You don't get to say another word until your master tells you to!" And with that, Wayne knocks you onto your back with his mighty foot and rams it deep into the sneaker. You're flattened by the massive foot, clothed in a rancid sweat sock which is filled with holes. You're forced to travel back to your house underneath your hated big brother's giant, stinking foot, just like the little bitch that he's going to turn you into. Nothing has ever crushed your pride as badly as this.
Back in Wayne's room, the giant sneaker is tipped to its side and you come rolling out on the floor. Smirking over you as usual is Wayne, who is quick to issue you with your first order, as his inferior.
"First thing's first, slave. And you'd better follow my orders with a smile on your face if you know what's good for you. I want you to.." | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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