Chapter 10:
As the four crusaders set out to find Shane, and to make sure everyone who hurt him would pay, you and Shane were in your own personal hell. Inside a dark and dingy tenement building that time forgot, you both were cruelly bound, and shackled to a cold radiator that prodded against your backs, signalling to you that not even for one second, you wouldn’t be able to forget your cruel predicament.
The shackles were cold and rusty and leaves of bronze rust fell off in chips as they scraped against the bones in your wrists. Connecting from the chains, both of your hands were cuffed together with pink and fluffy handcuffs that smelled of mildew and desperation. In addition to your handcuffs and metal chains, steel shackles were fed from the radiator and connected against your feet, one for each leg. You felt like a prisoner being shipped off from a supermax prison, your captors weren’t taking any chances. To keep you quiet, they added more tape to your gag, to the point where the sticky material felt stitched to your skin. Luckily for you, because of the time spent sucking on it, Shane’s socks didn’t taste half as bad. Half as bad still meant rancid, but at least they weren’t toxic now. However, that brought some downsides to it. Since the sweat has been all but completely sucked dry, Shane’s socks felt jagged at the edges, and the cotton felt as stiff as Liam’s constant hard-on at watching you both bound up and gagged. The corners of his pungent socks caught on the roof of your mouth and prickled the skin. You didn’t want to bite down on it, but the heavy duty taped slapped underneath your jaw jammed it shut and made you chow down on Shane’s putrid socks. You felt drained from your time in captivity, and you accepted your fate. You slumped down, and you didn’t give your captors any satisfaction. Some might call you being docile, some might say defeated, but to your captors, you’ve finally submitted, and you were on your way to becoming the perfect foot slave for Nick and Zack.
That couldn’t be said of Shane. Ever since you all arrived in the hideout, and you were both shackled to the radiator, Shane wouldn’t shut up. He yelled into his gag constantly. To everyone’s ears, it was agony. Except Shane’s ears that is, he was so absorbed in his own personal hell, that he couldn’t fathom what anyone else was thinking. He truly had it the worst. Even though you both were bound in the exact same way, Shane was forced to suck on Liam’s rancid insoles that he has worn for years on end, mostly sockless. His insoles were wet, and they had no intention of drying up in the near future. A constant waterfall of foot sweat kept trailing down his throat, with pebbles of lint and toe jam accompanying it. The taste was incomprehensible to anyone but poor Shane. Furthermore, Liam’s ‘friend’ Mitch’s socks were still duct taped over his nose, filtering every bit of oxygen he breathed with the strong, burning smell of his malt vinegar-like foot odour. Everywhere he turned, no matter how much, or how little he breathed, it was still tainted with Mitch’s stinky feet. He couldn’t escape it. Even you could smell Mitch’s stinky socks. They truly were disgusting and the worst socks you’ve smelt in your life before now, although knowing what you’ve been through these past few days, it’d be a shock if it didn’t get worse. You looked over to Shane, rattling his head against the radiator, sending pulsating vibrations and sonic sounds of distress through the air, you saw him trying to shake his head from all directions in an attempt to get Mitch’s black socks of death off his face, and trying to scream into his extremely large gag for help. All he was doing amounted to nothing, he accomplished nothing. All he did was enrage his captors who walked over to him, with the intent of ‘teaching’ him some respect. You almost felt bad for him. Almost.
(Yours and Shane's cruel bondage predicament)
Liam strutted over to him and throttled his face with a mean old slap. His head landed on the radiator and sent a deafening shrill of pain into your ears and Shane’s head. A few seconds later, he turned his back up to Liam, eyes a bit dazed. Liam told him to button it or else he’d regret it. You took a glimpse down and saw another ‘friend’ of his making an appearance. Thank god it wasn’t grey sweatpants season you thought. Shane immediately retorted back into his gag like an annoying brat and got welcomed with Liam placing his fingers over Shane’s nostrils. Shane shook back and forth for 30 seconds as he struggled to breathe. Eventually, Liam let go when Mitch urged him to as according to him, Shane started to make ‘weird whale thingy noises.’ Liam told Shane that he was lucky someone was there to stop him. He gave Shane a cheeky slap before the two guys left to other side of the building.
Once they left, Shane began making incessant ramblings to you from inside his gag. You couldn’t understand him, so he began making running motions with his shackled legs, and tried to do the same with his hands, but dropped it when he remembered that they were bound behind him. After this rubbish attempt at charades, you finally deduced that he was meaning that they should try and escape. You laughed into your gag. First off, how could you both get out of these bonds in the first place? and second off, how could you both get past those four hunks anyway? Shane realized it was futile and piped down.
As this occurred, Bob, Mateo, Andrew, and his father speeded down the road in the police van, Bob driving, as the other guys navigated. They tracked the CCTV footage showing Nick’s van traversing the road and arriving at the docks. It wasn’t long before they’d get their son back. They made a quick stop off at the police station, and grabbed some supplies: guns, body armour, lots of handcuffs and restraints, tear gas and tasers. They were prepared for anything and everything. Nothing was going to stop them!
Back in the building, the captors returned and set up camp to keep an eye on you both. Nick kept watch out of the window, crouching and occasionally peeping his head out of a brick-shaped hole in the glass. Zack was in the middle of doing some lifting on the door frame, pushing his head up to the top. He did this for quite a while and worked up a huge sweat. Buds of sweat kept dripping on Shane’s face as a result from his armpits being directly placed a few meters above his head. The smell was like a cheese counter that had been left out to rot in the sun, and its stinging notes made your nose curl every time the wind blew it your way. This was his 60th lift, when suddenly, the wood collapsed, and Zack felt to the floor like he was the live action counterpart of a Tom and Jerry character. A section of the wood hit him on the head, and he winced in pain. They all laughed before Mitch took him in the light to check if he was alright, if there was a concussion or such.
About an hour later, thinking that you two were overdue some punishment, Nick had the great idea to add another chain to each of your necks. He connected them like a collar and tightened them so if either of you moved too much, it’d hurt. A lot. To further humiliate the both of you, he let Liam and Zack hold onto either chain. Zack chose Shane and Liam chose you.
Liam yanked onto the chain and pushed you forward before he unlaced his trainers and began to rub his bare soles over your gagged face. As you tried to move your head away, he put one foot behind your head, digging it forward, and pulled tight on the chain collar. You moaned in pain before Liam’s smelly soles welcomed your nose. His feet were huge, and they were covered in brown toe jam that bulged from the cracks and stunk. They were extremely wet too, as if he soaked them in vinegar before deciding to torture you. The smell was foul, and the colour of his soles were orange like cheese. They were so strong that your mind felt dazed and confused, especially when he placed your nose in between his big toe, and all the toe jam and dirt got sucked up your nose like you were a vacuum. As you gagged, he asked you about the smell, making you reply, before he laughed at your gagged response. However, you noticed this and chose to shut up, taking your punishment with dignity, dignity that seethed Liam. He expected you to protest and make loads of gagged noise, he wanted you to amuse him. But you didn’t. Realising he couldn’t get a rise out of you, he dropped the chain and left, deciding to think of what else he could do to you.
(Liam's sweaty and stinky feet)
A little bit later, Zack and the others decided to play a game with you. They were going to play spin the bottle, and whoever it landed on: Nick, Mitch, Liam, or Zack, gets to do something with the slaves. They then spin the bottle again in the direction of you and Shane, and whoever it lands on, is the slave that the winner gets to torment. They get 5 minutes to torment the slave, before the wheel spins again, and a new winner and slave gets chosen.
As it was Zack’s idea, he spun the bottle. He gave his hands a lucky rub before bolting the bottle around. It zoomed around – NickZackMitchLiam. Nick Zack Mitch Liam. Nick, Zack, Mitch, Liam. It then began to slow down, and their faces widened with intrigue as yours and Shane’s narrowed with fear. Nick. Zack. Mitch. Liam. Nick…Zack…Mitch…Liam. It slowed even further. Nick…..Zack…..Mitch….Liam….Before finally, landing on Nick.
Nick giggled with an infectious laugh of sadism as he thought of something to do. A lightbulb lit off in his head as he zoomed the bottle around again. He was deadest on who he wanted to pick. It twirled around and finally landed on Shane. He sighed with displeasure which meant he wanted you. You gulped in fear as he walked over to Shane, pulled off his shorts, and draped with huge ass all over Shane’s face. Shane moaned with terror as he struggled to get free. A crowd of cheers erupted as they watched him humiliate Shane. Mitch kept time on his stopwatch. It wasn’t long before the clock struck 0 and it was time for Nick to let go. You watched as Shane’s face was green with horror, and across the other side of the room, Liam’s face had a green undertone of envy.
It was time to spin again.
Zack whooshed the bottle around the floor and all four of them watched as it spun and spun and spun. Then it happened. It landed on Liam, and you could hear a pin drop. He chuckled and looked at you winking. He spun the bottle.
Both you and Shane looked each other in the eye, each of you hoping it was the other who was going to be picked next.
The bottle landed on you. You stared at the bottle, hoping it wasn’t true, and then you looked at Liam, again hoping it wasn’t true.
Liam sauntered over to you and pressed his arm right over your face. Your senses were took over by the extremely strong smell of his pits. They were drenched in sweat and his pit hair was matted down and blackened. They glistened. He took his other arm and pushed your face right inside. The smell made you cough. It was truly terrible. The smell was like if he used pickled onions as deodorant. Even Shane could smell it and he tilted his head as far away as possible. You moaned and spluttered and screamed into your oversized gag for him to stop. He savoured every 5 minutes relishing at watching you break. He got a reaction over you, and he loved it. You could feel how damp his football shorts were, and you couldn’t tell if it was from sweat or something else. This man truly was evil. Because Mitch was timekeeper, he fiddled with the stopwatch, and you spent at least 9 minutes under Liam’s vinegary pits, gagging on the smell and the other guys were too amused to notice.
(Liam's ripe pits)
Once he removed his pits, you devoured all the fresh air you could get. You breathed the musty air of this depressed building as if it were a fresh orange.
Before they could spin the bottle again, Nick took a glimpse out the window, and saw a black police van speeding at the building with vengeance. Knowing what was about to happen, he silently looked towards the door, telling his friends that he was going to use the toilet. Too involved in the game to care, they half-sighed a sign of approval, and Nick slid out the door.
Nick then bolted out of the building, crawling down the garbage disposal as it was quicker, and ran through the freezing streets of the Ontario docks, covered in trash, like a rabid grizzly to escape a similar fate to what he put you and Shane through.
The other guys began to play in ignorance, not knowing that a force of nature was about to burst through that door any second now. The bottle landed on Liam again and you began to pray like crazy that the other spin won’t land on you. Luckily it didn’t, but poor Shane began to tear up as Liam smeared his pits into his face.
BOOM!
One of Mitch’s firefighting Halligan Bars flew through the door, and in the panicked frenzy, a pelt of tear gas was hurled through and sent the room into a cloudy abyss of terror. Within seconds, Bob, Mitch, Mateo, and Andrew ascended inside holding guns and SWAT gear. Bob and Mateo told them to put their hands in the air and get on their knees. On their Knees! They shouted at them.
Suddenly, you and Shane begun to cough, and your eyes watered from something other than body and foot odour for once. Bob and Mateo dealt with the captors, tasing them to the ground, and cuffing them. Zack and Mitch went down with dignity, but Liam burst into tears like a baby when the police announced their arrest.
All 3 were cuffed and shackled. But to add a bit of retribution to the situation, when it came to the gagging, all four guys began to unlace their shoes.
Bob and Mateo took off their leather police boots, Mitch took off his firefighting boots, and Andrew took off his trainers. The smell hit the room instantly. Smelly feet and tear gas wasn’t a good combo, and everyone began to cough immensely.
First on the gag list was Zack. Bob’s face turned red when he saw Zack cuffed, looking at the floor in shame. He knelt down to his level, looked him in the eye, and told him that he’s going to have some fun before he gets carted off to jail. Bob ripped off his white socks that were far from white. They were a mixture of grey, cream, yellow, and orange. By God did they stink! The smell was overpoweringly strong and stinky, uber smelly, like they were doused in foot sweat and man musk. They reeked off matured cheese and industrial grade vinegar. They glistened with sweat and teamed with dirt from the inside of his boots. He rolled both of them up in his hands, having to recoil his face back as they stung his nostrils. Even Zack couldn’t handle the reek of Bob’s smelly socks. He held strong, however. He closed his mouth and wouldn’t give Bob the satisfaction. Bob didn’t have time for this shit, he wasn’t going to hold his nose till he had to breathe or something like that. With his massive hands, he yanked on his jaw and ripped his mouth open. Before Zack could react, both socks were in his mouth and tape was in hand. As Zack began to try and spit them out, Bob simply pushed them back in with one finger and applied at least 10 revolutions of tape around his mouth and under his jaw. The taste must’ve been disgusting as Zack began to shake his head from the grossness of Bob’s socks. If he thought this was bad, if only he spent some time in your shoes. You had no empathy for the likes of him.
(Bob's super smelly socks)
Next on the list was Liam. Standing above him was Andrew. Two jumbo sized socks, that should be enough to put an end to Liam’s massive mouth. He begged for them to stop, to not gag him and stuff like that. But he didn’t listen. Andrew was a brick wall, and begging wasn’t going to work on him in particular. Andrew placed his yellowing socks to Liam’s face and shoved them in. The vinegary smell was so strong that even though it was in his mouth, Liam could still smell it. He shuddered and gagged on his gag. Andrew placed dozens upon dozens upon dozens of tape around his face. Yet still, Liam could be heard trying to whimper through. Not wanting to hear him, him and Mateo carted him off to the hallway as they dealt with Mitch. Liam could moan to his heart’s content out there and none of them could hear him. How heavenly!
(Andrew's smelly socks)
Finally, it was Mitch’s turn, and who better to deal with him than the other Mitch. Andrew’s father peeled off his black socks, still wet with sweat, and shoved them in. Mitch opened his mouth which granted him some leniency in the form of less rounds of tape, but it was still enough to secure his face and press into his skin.
(Mitch's stinky socks)
Once all three were dealt with, Bob called for backup, and Matt arrived with Frank and other cops such as Manueles and Josh. Matt and Mateo took them down for processing. Bob screamed with rage as Nick was nowhere to be seen, he ordered for a county wide manhunt to find him, to no avail. Nick had climbed into a cargo boat, hiding inside a crate of potatoes and off he went to Saskatoon. Once the heat died down, he came back with the help of his close friend Steven. It was this event that made him realize that Steven was his perfect slave all along.
Bob calmed down upon seeing Shane in the corner, bound and gagged. He teared at the sight of him and jumped to release him. He hugged him in his arms, and took him home, everything else fading out of existence. His son was okay, that was all that mattered.
It seemed like everyone had forgotten about you, you were a slave at this point, a forgotten one at that. Once everyone filtered out of the building, Manueles and Josh removed you off the radiator. You thought you were home free finally. Stupid little you. They neglected to remove your other bonds or gag, and within a few hours, you joined their network of foot slaves, passed around to be of use to their sons, friend’s, co-workers etc.
Freedom was never an option for you at this point onwards…
The end.
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