Alan looked up in dread, standing before him at god size was his older brother, Roger. Roger had every single factor needed to be a stereotypical jock, including huge muscles and the love of dominating his brothers. Roger would always force Alan into bets, when Alan lost - and he always lost - he would either be a slave or a footstool to Roger and his mates. Alan begged for his older brother to not see him, he noticed Roger was wearing his football cleats. That would mean he had just come home from football practise and contained inside those shoes were the foulest smelling thing known to man. As Is on cue he slipped of both cleats and left them in the hallway for someone to pick up, Alan saw the sweat- stained socks Roger was wearing almost glue themselves to the floor. The last thing Alan saw before being knocked out by the stench was Rogers big sole falling down on him.
Alan slowly woke up, he didn't open his eyes yet and hoped it was all a dream. He hoped he wasn't small or under his brothers socked foot. But of course he was wrong, Alan opened his eyes to see his brothers huge face smiling down at him. His scruffy dirty blond hair resting on his head. Roger's cute brown eyes stared at him, he was of quite good build. "Hey there." Roger's voice boomed, Alan could pick up the sinister voice and could almost tell what plans roger had for him, Alan saw he still had his football gear on. Alan suddenly realised the force pushing down his body and looked. He was trapped under Roger's huge big toe. Roger smiled "There thinking about putting me in the official football club." Roger boasted, pretending nothing had happened. "Let me go!" Alan screams vainly, he tried to push away from the toe. The force of the toe just came down stronger on him though. Roger did a dominant luagh "No!" He rubbed his toe across Alan's face, "I'm gonna have fun with you."
That's all he needed to say, then Alan knew he wasnt going to get back to normal anytime soon, Alan knew that his new life was going to be under his new master. Sudenly Alan heard his mothers voice calling them down for dinner. Roger quickly looks panicked, but then smirks. One massive hand grabbed Alan of shoved him...
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