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Three Years + Forever | Fleeting Humanity
Grunts and moans echoed throughout a small apartment. Though loud and pronounced, the sounds never extended beyond the brick walls. It had started merely 10 minutes ago, not long after a worn pair of black sandals had been licked clean and neatly placed by the front door.
Patches of saliva left the surfaces moist but free of debris. Even with the ceiling fan spinning above, the enhanced airflow did little to advance drying. The young bottom had done a good job tonight. Mr. Torres' sandals were ready for another use. And for it, the twink's ass would be set ablaze by the advances of a well hung, 46-year-old man.
It disgusted the living sandals beyond no end to violated by a man's tongue like that. A little over a year ago, the former human named Lane had been the one to receive Diego's loads. A misguided decision brought upon by an ultimatum left the living footwear with little choice - either say goodbye to enticing wide size 11 feet or take a permanent role at them. Unable to part with the hardened soles, Lane made a choice the former human quickly regretted.
Diego feared his wife might become wise to the one-sided relationship of tongue foot cleanings and blow jobs the man had with Lane. To silence any chances, Diego opted for new footwear, leaving Lane unable to spill the secret. But months afterwards, Mr. Torres couldn't go without his side action and easily picked up a replacement, with the added benefit of another hole to shove his dick into.
The living footwear resented Diego for this, especially the bottom. But just as much as the former human hated it, love for the man’s demanding feet remained strong. By now, Diego's feet were perfectly imaged in the sandals, offering superior comfort manufactured footwear couldn't provide. Matching the curves of the man’s soles did little to stifle the pain, though. Just like day one, being plowed into the hard ground remained painful and disorienting.
But, being stomped on and abused wasn't the worst part. It was the psychological issues presented to the sandals that hurt the most. The former college student's home was next to Diego's. That meant seeing Lane's mother and father at times. Without them knowing their flesh and blood had become the surface Diego walked on, after a year of being missing, Lane was formally declared dead.
Diego hid Lane's situation well, even though it was essentially out in the open for anyone to see. He played along with the parents' plight, giving them hope in finding Lane and lending a hand searching for the college student permanently stuck to his feet.
Eventually these attempts to locate Lane became less and then none at all. The two lost hope and started coming to terms with Lane never returning home. After legally being declared dead, they held a service and buried a symbolic casket in the cemetery. While the former human wasn't part of those services, since Mr. Torres dressed up, Diego did return to the gravesite later and walk all over it with the living sandals hugging his feet.
Eventually Lane's parents moved away. Diego helped them pack, using their missing son as proper foot support lifting heavy boxes and moving furniture. The former human cried internally at all of this, especially watching from the hot street surface as the moving truck and its parents drove away, all while Diego waved goodbye.
With only Mr. Torres' wide feet for company and family, the living sandals could do nothing more than simply exist in a lust filled state that felt wrong but also very right. The very man that wrecked the former human's life gave the sandals purpose but also destroyed it further with the natural degradation footwear goes through.
After 30 minutes of hard pounding, Diego finally blew and cleaned up. Every visit was transactional. No love. Just use and pleasure. The twink was filled with cum and in need of a plug.
Nothing more but always less, if Diego decided so.
Before long, Diego appeared and jammed his sweaty feet into the sandals. The living footwear winced in pain as the titan's soles sunk into the abused leather vessels. As he grabbed the door handle to leave, Diego turned back to the twink who stumbled out of the bedroom, still sore from taking it.
"This place needs to be cleaned better if you want me to come by again. Got it?" Diego said sternly, digging his toes painfully into the sandals.
"Yes sir," the bottom replied immediately.
Mr. Torres promptly left the small apartment and stomped to his vehicle. A text message from his wife awaited him, asking if he would be home soon after spending the evening out with the boys. Knowing his reason for being out was nothing more than an excuse, he replied back and took off from the apartment. Another message appeared shortly after, with one emoji the two used to depict sex.
Immediately Diego got hard again thinking about sex with his wife. This translated to heavy pounding against the foot pedals, leaving the living footwear withering in pain and wishing to have its former life back...
This is a sequel to the older story Three Years + Forever.
Every Step of the Way - Pyotr
Shortly before 8 A.M., the backroom was buzzing with conversation. Aaron slipped in through the backdoor and worked his way around a few of the barbers. They were chatting with Kirill, the manager, discussing various topics. Aaron politely made his way to the schedule and saw he would be with Pyotr today, for his fourth day into the new job.
"Pyotr... That's an interesting name," Aaron said to himself, before Maxim bumped into him, "Well, all their names are interesting."
"You must be the insoles," Maxim said, his voice strong and deep, matching his hefty appearance, "I didn't recognize you in your human form."
"Oh, is this guy our new insoles?" another man asked, "Well shit, I missed my chance with you yesterday."
"You must be Danijel," Aaron said, "How are you feeling?"
"Much better," the young man replied, "Thank you for asking."
"You missed a lot yesterday," Maxim said, slapping Aaron on the shoulder, "This guy makes for comfortable insoles."
Danijel nodded, "Next week I'll have my turn with you."
Aaron smiled, truly amused and thankful for such an opportunity, "I look forward to it."
"Alright guys," Kirill said, "Everyone but Aaron needs to be on the floor."
The others wrapped up their activities and strolled out onto the floor, leaving Kirill and Aaron alone in the backroom. Aaron noticed his manager was wearing the white leather slip on shoes from the first day they met. Kirill saw this and grinned.
"Miss being under my soles?" Kirill asked.
Aaron nodded, "It was an enjoyable experience. But I am also curious how your living shoes are working out."
"Great. Still holding together," Kirill replied, wiggling his toes.
The shoes had been a former worker who held Aaron's position before. A bad experience with the person led Kirill to permanently change them into a nice pair of footwear.
"Pyotr won't be in until noon. He closes the shop tonight," Kirill said, "I'd offer you to be inside my shoes for the morning but you'll need your rest before being under him. He wears size 15 footwear and usually has boots on."
"Oh man, another big guy," Aaron responded.
"Not overweight but tall and decently built," Kirill explained, "I am needed on the floor. Transform into the insoles and wait for Pyotr to arrive."
With Kirill's orders, Aaron sat on the bench and concentrated.
***
Right on the dot at noon, Pyotr strolled into the backroom and immediately sat next to Aaron, who rested on the bench as a pair of fresh size 15 insoles. There wasn't much time to assess the situation as the brute of a man yanked off his tall, solid boots and pulled the original insoles out.
Aaron was forcefully grabbed and jammed inside the waiting boots. Masculine musk hit the former human full force as Aaron was shoved into the sweaty caves. Black sock covered feet followed almost immediately and planted firmly across the living cushion.
Pyotr muttered something in Russian and laced up his boots. Then he stood up, applying immense pressure to Aaron. All available surface space was devoted to comforting Pyotr's massive feet, causing instant agony for Aaron.
With overwhelming weight from above and hard treads below, Aaron was the difference in this man's comfort. And dutifully the new employee served as proper foot cushion, even if it hurt with every minute movement.
The already sweaty boots took no time claiming ownership of Aaron's insole bodies. Odor embedded itself while sweat soaked in. The environment was vastly different than Kirill and Maxim's. Aaron felt thankful to not be permanent additions to the boots, even if he was finding some enjoyment through the pain and misery.
The blanket of man feet made good use of his insole forms throughout the afternoon into evening. Customers slowed closer to closing, eventually stopping altogether. For most of the day Pyotr stomped all over Aaron, leaving size 15 imprints across the former human's bodies. Even with no customers around, Pyotr remained on the move, cleaning and prepping the barbershop for the next day.
Absolutely drenched in sweat and saturated in Pyotr's masculine smell by closing time, Aaron was relieved to feel the large man's feet slide out. A wave of cool, fresh air entered the boots. Then Pyotr's fingers dug Aaron out and threw the living insoles on the floor.
The man said nothing to Aaron, though the former human didn't expect it. From what he gathered, Pyotr's English wasn't strong like the others. That didn't matter, though, as feet had one universal language and Aaron understood it loud and clear.
With the original insoles reinstalled and boots laced up, Pyotr stood up and adjusted his footwear for a moment. Then he stepped off, his left boot landing before Aaron. The large man's right boot lifted up in the air and landed squarely on the left living insole, grinding it into the floor as Pyotr passed by and exited the barbershop.
Now the only one left in the shop, Aaron simply laid on the floor, his left insole body withering in pain. For a good hour the foot cushion remained in the same place, with Aaron processing the day. He enjoyed being subjected to Pyotr's feet, no matter how abusive they were. But Aaron also dreaded how his body would feel upon returning to human.
And for that reason, Aaron remained insoles for a little bit longer. Partly afraid of how he would feel but more importantly savoring the sweat, smell and indents left behind by Pyotr's feet...
This is a series and will be denoted by the title ‘Every Step of the Way.’
Story content is original and human produced. Imagery created using Microsoft Bing Image Creator.