Ty knew he could do whatever he wanted with Sean, and there was nothing Sean could do about it. The feeling of having him at his mercy was amazing, yet he wanted more. He wanted to make sure that Sean knew his place.
So Ty pealed off a tiny piece of soap with his fingernail and put it in Sean's hands. "Hold this" he instructed. Confused and afraid, Sean obeyed. Then he set Sean on the ground between his feet.
"Alright," He spoke down to him. "Since you're no good at soccer why don't you make yourself useful and clean the feet of someone who is."
Sean was dumbstruck. He still could not believe that any of this real. He thought about how this all started. Something about an old toy? It was more complicated than just that. He knew at this moment that Ty was evil. He would never let him or his friends back to normal size. He thought about his family, who were expecting him to come home that evening. His parents will be worried sick about him. And what about his life? A lifetime prisoner and slave to this horrible brat? He looked at the pale monsters before him. He wasn't even as all as Ty's ankle. Tears went down his face as water dropped and splashed all around him. He looked up, straining his neck to see Ty's face, high above his naked glory.
"Ty.... please..."
Ty just raises an eyebrow at him. Sean realised he had no choice. With visible reluctance he climbed the building-sized left foot of his lifetime rival, and started working on the ankle and worked his way down, rubbing the soap into the light skin. He felt defeated. There was nothing he could do against his colossal foe.
"Come on," Ty jeered. "You can do better than that." Sean picked up his pace. Ty relished every moment of it. He owned this boy now.
Eventually Sean finishes cleaning the massive foot and moves onto the next one. Ty has the hugest grin on his face as he does so. "Good boy," he says as if talking to a dog. Sean avoids looking up and just focuses on the task at had. It's hard to believe these great, soft monoliths are actually human FEET. It made him sick to his stomach but he dared not stop until his work was done.
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