Becoming the neighbor’s SOXBOY (part 3)
He pushed his TN in my face
I instinctively breathed in his sneaker, like I had done for the past few weeks, the smell hitting me like a rush of poppers. So many things went in my head at the same time : the stress of having been caught, the excitement of having his sneaker on my face, the chill and distant attitude he had, the fact that he called me soxboy and me not knowing what that meant but being vaguely turned on by the possibility.
« You’ve been sniffing them for what, a month now ? I knew I’d get you pretty easily. Ha ! Most guys fall for my trap anyway. I’ve been watching you. Slowly becoming addicted to my smell. Getting deeper and deeper. Your nose buried more and more inside my sneaker, until il reaches the inside sole.
Now that you’ve reached the inside, lick. Lick the SOX juice of your SOXMASTER that has pooled and dried there. Savor the taste. You’re deeper in my sneak than you’ve ever been and you know it’s right for you to be that deep, you crave to go deeper, to surrender to my power.
You should see yourself now. Sniffing so deep. Licking so deep. I’m sure you can picture it. You’re kneeling on the floor in this hallway yet all you can think about is sniffing deeper, like a good SOXBOY you’re becoming.
You see, some of us have understood how good the SOX are.
How much pleasure they bring us.
How much power some of us have, like me.
You’re meant to submit to me.
It was never really a choice for you.
You want my SOX. Say it ».
Gosh, I want his socks so bad ! If the smell is warmer and stronger it’s got to be even better !
« Good. Come inside for your full induction. »
He removes his sneaker from my face. I snap out of it and for a brief moment I regain my senses. What am I doing ? Why am I so turned on ? What does he mean ? I don’t want all of this, this is a little bit creepy and gross. Yet he leaves the door open as he walks back into his apartment, sneakers in one hand, and without even turning back he says sternly :
« Walk in, close the door, and kneel to your place. »
And I do. I kneel and walk on all fours in front of him, and he pushes his SOX into my face and speaks again :
« You are going to be a slave to the SOX, a good and obedient SOXBOY. Once you breathe in, your thoughts will dissolve and you’ll understand that you need to submit to your SOXMASTER. »
I breathed in. I felt the strong musk dissolving my neurons. And then everything went dark.
There were just his words, and his SOX
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