Kendall woke up in a daze. Confused and shocked, he found himself reclined in a kind of restraining chair, encased from his biceps and chest down in a tight wrapping, fastened to the seat from his forehead to his ankles with strong leather belts, completely immobilized. As he look down, he could see that his bound legs were locked straight forward and slightly positioned upward, where at the end his huge, long feet were fastened so that the toes of his dirty converse stuck straight up and his heels were held up by some sort of cushioned support. Though he tried desperately to scream, he realized by feeling around with his tongue that his voice was muffled and blocked by a big ball gag. The room he found himself in looked like somebody's recording studio, though he had never been there himself. Just as he came to understand the scope of his captivity, the door to the room opened slowly, and in came Jett Stinson. Kendall's heart began to race as Jett cracked a smile and greeted him, "I've been waiting for this for a long time, Kendall. Catching you alone in the parking garage was just the right moment for me to chloroform you and haul you back here--to this....undisclosed location". Jett grabbed a stool and placed it a the foot of the chair, popping a squat right in front of Kendall's dirty, stinky shoed feet. His head, hidden by Kendall's massive whompers, concealed the lustful, hungry expression that hung across his slithery face as his fingers stretched over and corressed the outer edges of his shoes slowly, up and down. Of course, Kendall couldn't feel it, but he could hear Jett licking the dirty bottoms of his shoes obsessively and slowly. Kendall muffled out a desperate "stop" as his heart raced in confusion and anticipation. "Don't worry, Kendall. All this time we've been fighting, all I ever really wanted was....your feet". Tears began to well up in Kendall's eyes, as he pondered what Jett was going to do with his excruciatingly ticklish feet. "Please, not my feet!", he tried to mummble through the gag, "Why does it have to be my feet? Anything but my feet!" "Don't worry, Kendall. This isn't going to hurt....I'm here....to treat you." Jett began to untie Kendall's left shoe, as Kendall wept....
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