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Slave of the Year

Slave#167 had been the “Slave of the Year”. It got this for being the slave with the least punishments throughout the year. 

In the morning, it got more slave-mush than the other slaves and was rewarded with some salt to give the tasteless mush some flavor.

After breakfast, their chores began. Slave#167's chores consisted mainly of cleaning God Hemworths's shoes with its tongue. After its 13th pair, it got rewarded with some sock induced water to hydrate its mouth.

Then the main reward came. After 2 hours, the door opened and the slave was met with 2 muscular legs. It recognized it as God Hemsworth. It bowed before Him and felt Him confirm a leash around its collar.

It crawled behind Him and it quickly realized what it was gonna get; it was going to be rewarded with a walk outside. It hadn't seen the outside since its enslavement.

And not only that, the cherry on top was that God Chris was going to allow it to lick His dirty soles clean after the walk as desert.

Slave#167 was going to remember this day for the rest of its slave-life. It was so lucky!

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Grayson Dolan's new pair of socks

Dylan, a fan of Ethan and Grayson had won a giveaway which included him being flown out to meet the Twins.

He was beyond excited, having watched them for years. Ultimately it didn't disappoint as he enjoyed his time at their mansion.

At the end of the day, they wanted to end the day with a picture for him to remember this experience. After this Dylan stood up, wanting to prepare to say his goodbyes but suddenly 2 hands sat him down again.

Dylan looked at the Twins confused. "Hey hey why the hurry! Let's take another picture but let us give you our surprise gift!" Ethan said hurrying out the room with Grayson following behind him.

Dylan wondered what it was but they returned fairly quickly. "Close your eyes!" Grayson said with a grin with someone behind his back.

Dylan complied. After a few seconds he felt something wet on his lap and a foul smell hit his nose like a truck. "Ugh..." He couldn't help but let this out as he looked away. Had they given him blue cheese? He heard Grayson giggling, was this a prank?

"Alright, open your eyes" He heard the Twins say simultaneously.

Dylan quickly looked at one of the Twin's amused faces trying to hold in his laugh before looking down. He was met with... cotton.... socks... white... no.... once white socks?

He looked up again, looking for some kind of explanation. The moment he looked up, everything went black.

....

....

Dylan woke up in the dark, unable to move. He tried to scream but it was like his mouth was completely stuffed. What is this cheesy smell....? Where am I....? Someone please help....!

"Dylan, say cheese!" Dylan heard Ethan say, which would be the last time Dylan would hear his name. What Dylan didn't realize is that the Twins had planned to turn him into some fresh pair of socks for Grayson to wear since he was out of them. He would be used for weeks... maybe months... absorbing Grayson Dolan's footsweat just to turn into the smelly socks they had presented him, another fan.

The Tyrant Thor's New Doormat

Disclaimer: This is a TF story inspired by a series that was written by the amazing @inanimatetffantasies. I suggest you all to read all his Mighty Thor captions before reading this one!

Thor had just left his chambers to get ready for his weekly parade. He had these parades held to make sure that his human pets didn't forget to praise their God and Savior. You had been kneeling at your post in the Throneroom, waiting for your God to leave to start your most important task of the day.

You felt the ground shaking and bowed down as Thor passed you with his chamber slaves crawling behind him, ready to serve him at every whim. When he was out of sight, you came out your bowing position and started crawling to your starting point.

Your main task everyday was to clean the floors of the Throneroom. You were considered one of the more competent ones, being one of the only ones not to be replaced within a year from all the thousands of posts throughout the palace.

While crawling you first followed the massive sweaty footprints that Thor had left behind, the musky smell making your head light. You quickly lapped up every footprint, the guards chuckling at this display before starting your daily task.

5 hours later, you finally were done. The ground started shaking more intensely by the second, which was the sign that your God almost arrived at the Palace. You knelt down at the Throneroom-door and bowed down again as the 2 guards opened the door.

Thor walked in with his heavy boots, he walked past you and you immediately went to work again. Thor always came in with his boots dirty, which meant that the floors that you had just cleaned would be stained again. That's why you crawled behind him hastily cleaning the dirty footprints he left behind before he would sit on his throne.

Thor sat on his throne and inspected his throneroom. Your heart beat out your chest, waiting for his judgement. Then he finally nodded to his guards, which meant that the floors were properly cleaned. He never acknowledged you, hell; you only dared to look at him when he gave his approval or disapproval.

After a few seconds of enjoying farting into the rebels-turned fart cushion, Thor snapped his fingers and 2 slaves appeared. "Your God is tired from the long day He has had. Clean my boots from the filth slaves." They immediately went to work.

You were still bowing down but couldn't help but take quick glances at the slaves lapping at his Mighty boots. You were jealous, those slaves were so lucky to be so close to their God. After what seemed like the 100th glance, you suddenly were met with deep blue eyes. You immediately looked away as your face went crimson red.

You heard the loud finger-snapping from Thor again and yelped as you felt yourself being lifted up. You looked at the smirking guards in panic before looking down at the floor. You had fucked up. You now were kneeling in front of Thor'a throne. You immediately bowed down again, hoping for your God's mercy.

Then a chuckle was heard that shook the whole palace. "Little pet of Mine, you have not displeased your God, so do not worry. I can feel your whole little fragile body shaking from fear. It has come to my attention that you have taken a liking to my Mighty boots?" You sat up and nodded obediently, still avoiding eye-contact. You immediately thought about the possibility of him turning you into his boots. That would be a dream, but then you remembered that he already rewarded slave#7293 (slave Cory) with this gift.

A chuckle was heard again. The ground started shaking as you looked at your God's legs moving up from his throne. He was walking towards you. You immediately bowed down as you felt the Godly presence of Thor before you. You could see his boots inches from your head.

You heard a snap from his fingers and you suddenly were met with the ceiling of the Throneroom. You had been turned onto your back. Then your God appeared in your vision as his blue eyes pierced into you. You asserted your gaze even though it was almost impossible.

What happened next isn't what you would have ever imagined. An unbearable weight suddenly was felt on your stomach. You looked down to see Thor's boots on your body; he was standing on you. You now couldn't help but look up as Thor looked back with a grin. "It has come to my attention that my little pet has been disappointed about not being turned into my Mighty Boots." He grinned and you became even redder, he had read your mind. "Unfortunately, that blessing has already been given, but you, my little slave, have been loyal to your Allmighty God, so I shall reward you."

He took another step on your chest, your grunting increasing. This made him chuckle again. "It is quite amusing how you are struggling with this weight when I have reduced my Godly weight to make sure you weren't going to explode. But also, it seems like you enjoy being trampled on, don't you slave?"

You didn't know what your God was talking about, but then you realized; you were hard as a rock. You had been so busy trying to remain still with the unbearable weight on your body that you didn't realize how arousing you found this. "Instead of you cleaning the dirt, I will give you the privilege of your God quickly cleaning his boots on you."

Before you could even process what he said, you suddenly looked down and.... his boots were going into you? No... your stomach was flattening... no... your whole body was flattening. You panicked as you felt yourself becoming shorter.... were you shrinking? No.... you felt yourself becoming wider as well. Suddenly you didn't feel your legs or arms anymore and the weight of Thor's heavy boots on your chest was disappearing too. You suddenly realized that your face was the only thing that was left, but your face wasn't going to be untouched.

You felt your tongue being forced outside your mouth. Your eyes widened as you felt it widening... ALOT! It was like your tongue was rolled like dough to the point that it covered your whole face but your eyes. Your tongue also turned into a.... brown colour? Realization hit: you were going to become a doormat for your God.

The transformation stopped. Thor looked down at his new doormat before stepping on it. You felt dirt collecting on your tongue as he took his first wipe, the weight being unbearable as you your tongue smushed against the rest of your face. You were estactic though. You were now closer than ever to your God.

"You will make a fine doormat for your God. If I feel satisfied enough about the cleaning of my boots after wiping them on you, I will regularly rewards you with some wipes of my sweaty dirty barefeet after walks in my royal garden. Now collect the rest of this dirt to thank me." He laughed wiping his Godly boots some more times until he was satisfied, teleporting you to the Palace door exclusive to the Almighty Tyrant Thor. You were going to serve him until he didn't find anymore use of you.

The Tyrant Thor's New Boots

The slave, Corey, was doing his assigned tasks for the day, sweeping and carefully dusting away at the floor and various trinkets and treasures of his god, Thor's room. Today, the slave was expected to clean his entire personal chambers and then polish the gods powerful boots. The boots, he knew from previous chores, were made of fine Asgardian leather, and was the only thing from Thor’s outfit. The slave took great care in the shining of the boots, enjoying the whiffs of godly musk from them, and was careful to not scuff and damage them.

But today, the slave was confused, and worried. The boots were missing. The slave had done everything he was told to do for the day except the shining of Thor's boots. He was about to leave to find a supervisor, hoping that he would not be punished for leaving his post, but the door to the hallway was locked. That is when the slave heard a deep, thick, powerful chuckle. “Looking for my boots, puny human slave?” It was Thor. He stood there happily smirking, waiting for an answer as he tapped the toes of his hairy bare feet on the floor. The slave could see the imprints the sweaty toes left. Thor enjoyed seeing the boy fluster over his feet. Puny human men lusting over his body, his sweat, his goldy musk… It amused the god immensely.

“My boots are gone, little one. I felt like a replacement, I deserve some new boots, made with strong soles and the finest asgardian style leather, wouldn't you agree?” The slave just stared at the God looming above him, and then back to the huge, sweaty feet. They glistened with sweat, and the stench of a god’s musk quickly filled the large room. It made the slave hard, much to Thor’s amusement. His feet had such a power over the bot he could not think straight. “But, that is why you are here, my little slave, as before I enjoy my new boots I require these mighty dogs served, which I expect you to do, Now...” Thor snapped his fingers, and a bright golden light enveloped him and his slave, and when it faded, Thor was laying in bed, with his arms behind his head, showing his hairy pits, of which each hair was either a punished human or a piggy slave that was rewarded with eternal damp Thor musk. The slave was in front of the bed and was face to face with Thor’s soles.

“Get to work!” Thor demanded behind a smirk as he pressed his feet into the slaves face, as magical ropes tied the boys hands together behind his back. “You will serve my mighty feet, with just your mouth and face, It amuses more me that way, and I know how much you desire to serve me” Thor snapped his fingers again, and the slave felt his face pushed by a otherworldly force into the feet. Corey started licking and rubbing the mighty, slightly dirty but not so slightly stinking feet, nuzzling his face into the gods warm skin. The slave heard Thor moan happily and felt his resolve grow, he would serve the mighty tyrant Thor, with all he had, hoping to please him and maybe be rewarded. Of course, Thor was reading the slaves mind the whole time he relaxed and grinned, as he was planning on rewarding his favorite boot and foot slave from the start. “Yes, little human, You shall be rewarded, I will quite enjoy wearing your flesh as fine, tanned Asgardian leather almost as much as you will.” The slave felt his heart skip a beat and his cock throb extra hard as he heard his master snap his fingers. Corey felt his arms turn smaller and faded into his torso, as did his legs. He would have fallen down to the floor as a result, but his face was stuck on Thor's feet, cemented in place by some power, like a cosmic glue. Thor just lay back on his bedsheets, also former slaves, as he chuckled. The god's laughter resonated through Corey's body as its flesh turned a dark brown, flatting into the sole and wrapping up around Thor's calves. Corey moaned before the browning flesh covered and sealed his mouth and nose, and then his eyes as his cock flattened into the boot sole, with the other boot sole now being the former Slaves former face. Thot watched the transformation near its end and pulled his feet apart, splitting the new sentient foot wear into two pieces. Now Corey was wrapped around his God's feet as Thor’s new boots, Thor's new Property. He could still smell, feel and taste the intense warm prison that was Thor's feet. Thor leaned up and rubbed his meaty hands against the Asgardian leather that was now Corey's soul, flesh and life. “Ah Yes, little slave, You have indeed made a glorious pair of boots, I shall wear you for centuries to come. I am very pleased with you. Now, thank your kind god!” Thor got up and walked to his throne. His every step a thundering stomp for the new boots to endure, and endure they did, with great enjoyment as their minds adapted and rotted to better protect and comfort the mighty, hairy feet and drink up all Thor's musky, hearty sweat. Thor hummed as he asked a guard to bring him some captured rebels to make into meat and ale to enjoy while his boots rubbed and worshiped his feet. “Humans always make for perfect property” Thor chuckled to himself, as he sat on his throne and went back to ruling over his tiny planet earth full of his human pets...

"You think you deserve this apple, slave?" Chris said, holding a fresh apple before a kneeling slave. Chris had promised to give the slave a fruit at the end of the day if it didn't make any mistakes with its chores.

The slave, tired of all the dog-food and mush it had to eat since it got bought by Chris from the pet-store, was surely motivated after it heard this. It hadn't eaten any fruit in YEARS!

So after this "promise", it made sure to work extra hard to make sure it didn't make any mistakes. It cleaned His licked the floors clean with its tongue which took 3 hours, licked His shoes clean which took 3 hours too, did all the dishes, one of the activities where the slave was allowed to stand, a privilege that was given by hours of praying and thanking Chris and much more.

 The slave after its done, made sure to crawl around the mansion to make sure it didn't miss a spot. When it was certain that it didn't leave anything dirty, it went into Chris's prayer room, where the slave had to bow down to pray to Him, asking for His mercy and forgiveness, and praising Him for His superiority. This prayer could take from 30 minutes to hours, it depended on the remaining time Chris was away, which varied.

And now He was here, sitting down with an Apple that He promised and the slave kneeling down with its dog-bowl filled with dog kibble and a bowl with its daily socksweat and piss-induced water.

"So subhuman slave, answer Me, you think you deserve this apple? you did all of your chores without any major mistakes and you were on time today, didn't you?" He said, looking at the clock.

The slave thought about its answer swiftly and carefully, knowing that it finally had the permission to speak, minus the praying and praising after a week, and it couldn't fuck up, 'cause the apple was on the line. 

"This slave deserves nothing, oh Great Master Chris. I worship You as my God, Sir, for providing me with life-sustaining nourishment everyday, for letting a lowly animal like me serve You. The fag did all its chores, to make Your awesome Superior life easier, oh Great Alpha God, all i am is tool for You to use Sir."

After the slave said this, a light chuckle was heard from above, the slave trembling, not knowing if was it said was good enough. After some seconds, the slave could hear Chris standing up and a *thump* on the ground, the slave moving its eyes to its Master's shoes, only to be met with the apple that Chris just had in His hands. 

"So I am gonna reward you for this week, and maybe I'll throw in one of My sweaty socks, if I wear a pair sometime, or I'll let you lick the dirt off My soles after a walk, but that's if you behave like a good slave throughout the rest of the week, understood?"

The slave immediately crawled forward, kissing its God's shoes, thanking and praising Him for this privilege. After Chris had enough of the slave mouth on His shoes, he kicked the slave in its face telling it to back up. The slave did, and was met with the apple again, only this time with Chris's shoe on it. Chris slowly applied pressure on the apple, crushing it into a mush. "Bon Appétit slave, lick this shit off My shoe, and I'll let you lick it off the floor too if you do a good job."

The slave was in heaven, crawling forward and desperately licking the dirt mixed with the sweet apple juices off His shoe-sole. It's God was so Kind and Generous!

"I am gonna post this on my Instagram, can't wait to laugh at your family members commenting insults at you again HAHA!" Chris said, relaxing in His mansion, with His slave quietly lapping at his dirty soles. 

The slave had been sold by the family after it came out, this being the procedure in the New World where humans with malfunctions, a.k.a subhuman-slaves, weren't allowed to live a normal life.

 This didn't mean that the family were sad to let it go, they were disgusted after it came out of the closet. So they were happy to see it go, happy that the slave-bacteria it left behind finally was out of the house. 

The slave was immediately sent to a slave-training camp, where it underwent torture and agony. After it graduated, it got a chance to serve God Chris Hemsworth, one of the most famous Alpha's in the world, now most known for being the main Ambassodor for Alpha Pride.

 Now 3 months later, it somehow managed to survive, licking away the salty sweat from His feet, reminding it of the smell of the salty sea that Chris and it visited after a photoshoot.