"Tramp Lad" — 24yo french fag into dirty socks and sneakers. He/his (it/its if you wish). Open to dirty chats and roleplay fun in DM/reblogs/tags/asks.
Coach crossed his arms seeing me pass his office's doors.
"Are you proud of yourself?"
"Not really..." I admitted. I did cost us the game, at least that's what Coach implied.
"Close the door."
I gulped. It sounded bad. I looked at the floor, too embarrassed to make eye contact with him.
"Do you remember the contract you signed, Tim?"
I looked at my brand new Tns, bought yesterday.
(Picture by \@NiceNikesBro on Twitter)
"If you fail to pull your weight on the team, you will need to forfeit your sneakers in exchange for an old pair," he continued.
"Yes, coach..."
I signed that stupid contract because I really, really, wanted to join the basketball team and get close to that hottie. Mason, the team's point guard. But it seems I only got closer to the coach, Frank.
"Honestly, I feel like you bombed the match."
"No, I—"
"I think you deserve more punishment," Coach interrupted.
"Ah...?"
"Your new pair will be my Vapormax."
I grimaced. No need to even look down, Coach's Nikes were memorable. All for the bad reasons.
(Picture by \@NiceNikesBro on Twitter)
"But giving them to you right away would make a disfavor. I doubt you will enjoy wearing them, but that's not enough. You need more discipline."
"What do you have in mind?", I shyly asked.
"Come here, and get on your knees."
"Y-yes, sir!" I complied. Not obeying would make things worse.
"Nice." Coach said, before pulling one of his shoes off, not bothering with the already-loose laces. He put it next to my nose. "Sniff."
"Sir?"
He shoved the nike in my face, assaulting me with some putrid musk. I sniffed, and sniffed again, yet the shoe was still forced onto me.
"Hold it."
I held it, as the coach smirked. I continued taking whiffs, trying to keep a steady breat—*Snap*—a bright light illuminated the room for a second.
"I think blackmailing will be an effective motivator."
"Coach..." I muffled through the dirty sneaker.
"You better win next game, or I'm releasing this to the team, to your family, and to your friends."
"Y-yes, Coach", I submissively said.
"Well, now onto the main course. Give me your sneakers."
"Yes, sir!"
I quickly untied and removed my shoes, all the while wondering if my socks were going to survive the upcoming ordeal. Coach carefreely removed his other sneaker, and tossed it in front of me. "I hope those are your favorite socks", he snickered. They indeed were.
I put my thumbs into his former vaporwaves, enlarging them to put them on. I sneaked a glanced at coach's equally dirty socks as he put my former Tns on. They are going to be ruined in a matter of weeks...
(Picture by \@NiceNikesBro on Twitter)
I quickly put the vaporwaves on, and got dismissed. Off to wonder if I will see my Tns clean ever again.
It has been 4 days, and the two times I saw Coach his Tns were still pristine on the outside. Meanwhile, all my socks are now irreparably ruined, even the black ones.
I feel so disgusting... Fapping while sniffing those Vaporwaves and socks.
What no? Of course you’re gonna breathe in my foot stink boy! I told you very clearly that you would spend half an hour in my shoes if you failed to finish your chores in time. I know you hate the smell of my feet so I thought this would have helped making you work harder. But it seems it didn’t… half an hour scent training it is boy
