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After a long night of drinking you and your mates start waking up realizing your al turned into clothes for that guy you hooked up with last night
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Thatās the price you pay if canāt pay up on time!!
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Coming home you were looking for your boyfriend, only to find a stranger standing in the bedroom tackling you down the last thing you see is his sneaker covering your face!
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Donāt make drunk promises it could be forever šš
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Must suck
āThatās what you get, Mike. Becoming my sneakers right before the start of summer must suck! You always complained about my smelly shoes, now you get to be them,ā laughed Jake as he zapped Mike with the transformation gun.
Mike felt his body twist and shrink until he was nothing more than Jakeās worn-out sneakers. The stench was rancid and overwhelming, far worse than he had ever imagined.
Jake slipped his feet into the newly transformed sneakers. āThis week is going to be the hottest of the year. I hope you donāt mind, actually, I donāt really care!ā
Every step Jake took was torture for Mike. The sweat, the pressure, and the heat were unbearable. Jake ran, jumped, and deliberately stomped on the ground hard, furthering Mikeās silent suffering.
Days turned into weeks and months, and Jake wore the same socks, ensuring maximum discomfort. By the end of summer, the shoes were filthy and reeked horribly, but as the trainers were switched for winter boots and instead of being freed from his torment Mike found himself in a plastic bag in Jakeās closet, ready to be used the following summer.
Trapped in the Cleats
"Time to see how you like being under my feet, Ryan," said Jake, smirking as he held up the transformation gun. Before Ryan could react, Jake zapped him, and Ryan felt his body twist and shrink until he was nothing but Jake's worn-out cleats.
Jake slipped his feet into the newly transformed cleats, feeling Ryan's essence trapped within. "Perfect. Just in time for our summer training sessions."
Jake knew that Ryan's senses were heightened after the transformation, which made the experience even worse for him. Every movement, every drop of sweat, and every foul odor was magnified. The stench of old sweat and the musty interior of the cleats overwhelmed Ryan's senses, and the heat was unbearable.
Jake made sure to work out extra hard, running drills and scrimmages in the blazing summer sun. The sweat poured off him, soaking into the cleats and making Ryan's torment even more intense. Jake could feel Ryan's silent suffering with every step and relished the power he had over him.
Jake also had a habit of not washing his cleats or socks, ensuring maximum discomfort for Ryan. The smell of sweat and the constant pressure were relentless. Jake's smirk grew wider every time he felt Ryan's misery.
"By the way, Ryan, you're going to stay this way for the whole summer," Jake said, sitting down to take a break, his cleats resting on the soccer balls. "I hope you enjoy every minute of it."
Ryan was left to endure the suffocating heat, the overwhelming stench, and the constant movement, knowing that his torment would last for months. There was no escape from the darkness and the relentless agony.
A Secondhand Life
How does one measure the life of a shoe?
Does the fading size stamp on its insole convey everything a person needs to know? Or is there more to an object than the abuse it faces on careless male feet?
Shoes could be as well traveled as the individual they're tethered to, traversing many beautiful and awe-inspiring places. The dirt collected in its worn out treads, along with the bits left from those same treads, speak volumes to their existence.
But does a person really value a pair of secondhand shoes for such travels?
Wear confirms what kind of life the footwear lived. Material that slowly dwindles with age and rough foot steps. The ever growing creases from the commanding foot secured inside. The signs of ownership are very clear.
Yet, being such a canvas for use also deters people, seeing the shoes as nothing more than worn junk.
Maybe it's the style that really conveys how important a pair of shoes are. Cheap designs do not yield the kind of responses a sneakerhead is looking for. But something that catches the eye, that could lend itself to an object's value.
Though, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And no matter how nice something may look, a pair of shoes sitting in a secondhand store are nothing more than unwanted footwear.
The insoles act as an official historical register, noting how much use and abuse the footwear faced during its service. Each indent tells a story. Every tear in the fabric captures the kind of movement it witnessed beneath the owner's soles.
But as unique as the insoles are, again, it just represents use. Nothing more. Always less.
Beyond the obvious, does much more lurk below the surface? Could the life these shoes lived hold even more than simply the feet that once possessed them? As objects, these vessels face the consistent rejection of customers, unable to see past their clear traits. But within the confines of the leather and fabric, does a silent voice scream to be recognized and embraced?
To these shoes, this secondhand store represents another chance at life. Their old owners deemed them worthy of another adventure and disregarded the very common choice of trashing them. And even though they were reconditioned in an attempt to remove the signs of their past experiences, on the outside, they are simply used footwear.
It's a difficult thing to overcome. Even harder for customers who view shoes the lowest part and priority over other clothing on the shelves. Once vibrant individuals turned pathetic vessels to care for masculine man feet, they are left to plead with any passerby and hope for a new chapter to open.
Because, if they fail at this gracious opportunity, destruction is what awaits...
Another post on my musings about footwear. These photos come from a secondhand store I was browsing a few months ago. It's hard to say what happened to this footwear since.
"Just back from the gym, such a workout I did. Look at these shorts especially at the ass crack so fucking sweaty. Shame to be the guy at the gym who ended up as these shorts, wouldn't get off my favourite treadmill. So I dealt with him, and while I was at it I turned his boyfriend and friend into these socks and sneakers I'm wearing. The socks are so rancid in my foot sweat, and fuck me the shoes are so full of sweat I was leaving sweaty shoe prints on the floor as I walked around.
Noah chuckled.
"I was gonna change them back before I left the gym but fuck it, I'm keeping em losers like this. Socks gonna be my cumrags, and I'll make sure to nut in the sneakers as well, really get the insoles all crusty"
Get ready to serve him slave! He needs more clothes and heās looking at you
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Start sniffing and keep sniffingā¦ itās the only thing you will ever do
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You canāt resist yourself crawling closer and closer to his sneaker the smell getting stronger as you push your face into it. Feeling your body becoming one with his dirty smelly sneaker, your new existence from now on forever š
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Thatās what you deserve trying to act like youāre better than him and scamming him outā¦
Now get ready for being used and abused just like the others who tried scamming him š
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Start sniffing and keep sniffingā¦ itās the only thing you will ever do
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After you lost your way for what felt like days you are so happy finally seeing someone hoping he could help you get back homeā¦
Well his home to be exactā¦ š
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Walking up the stairs of your apartment you notice a smell in the air. Going higher you see him sitting there with a smirk on his face,you fall to your knees burrowing your face in his socks!
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Just some new kicks for his Straight Alpha Feet...a fate that all fags should face if they even so much as glance at a Straight guys feet, foot fetish or not.