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Chapter #4

Im Made to be their slave

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Steve was making himself comfortable over by the fire and licked off his sneakers and hoisted his feet up onto the ottoman.

Butch lent down and grabbed me. “Hey Steve, how about a foot massage” he asked.

“Dude I don’t think you wanna be touching these ole dogs. They are nasty being in those tarry old sneakers” he commented.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t” Butch commented back, “But I don’t think HE would mind” he said lifting me up. “And if he does, who cares we can make him do it anyway” he laughed.

Steve Smiled. “Toss him over”

With a swift hurl I was tossed thru the air and caught by Steve like I was little more then a rag doll. He held me arms tight against my body and forced my face down between his sweaty sole he had resting in front of him. The smell was pungent and sour. I struggled as he held my face there then wiped it between his sweaty socks. I was gagging at the horrible smell.

Then he flipped my body over and I landed with a bounce on the ottoman.

Everyone laughed at his treatment of me. I however was not amused.

His feet out in front of him, and me face to face with them he wiggled his toes. “Get to work Runt.” Afraid not to I began pressing my hands into his soles thru the thick wet cotton socks.

I knew this was going to be just the beginning of a long next couple days.

I continued to massage his feet as the other guys milled about the cabin and Steve watched me intently until I was don’t.

Now covered up to my elbows in his musky sock scent and done with his massage I leaned back and hoped they had had their fill of funning with me but were going to change me back to normal. But that was not the case.
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