Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2015 19:40:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master Red Shoes

Disclaimer: This story contains bondage, humiliation, torture and male on
male intercourse. Turn back now if you don't want to read about these
themes.

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Here follows the story of Sean who wants nothing more than to lose his
virginity. But the night takes an unexpected turn for the weird – and
weirder still.

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MASTER RED SHOES

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Sean's mind was set on getting fucked. There was only one problem: He had
no one to fuck him.

Recently turned 16, the boy lived in a tiny town, where nobody was openly
gay. Without a car, he had no chance of getting to where he needed to go to
meet a man.

This didn't stop him from surfing various apps. Just in that moment he sat
at the dinner table with his mum and little brother, scrolling through
profiles of guys who lived miles away.

"Sean," said his mum, in her overly worried tone. "Sean, are you listening?
Your brother has a doctor's appointment, and I... Sean, put that phone
down."

The teen sighed, but complied. He laid the phone on the table and looked
expectantly at his mother.

"Tomorrow," she continued, "I'll drive your brother to the doctor in the
city. I'll stay with your brother overnight at granny's place."

Sean's mood lit up. That meant only his father would be home. Getting some
time away from his overbearing mother would allow him to bring out the porn
magazines from under his bed for once. His dad locked himself into the
basement all the time anyway, to work on his projects.

But his mum wasn't done. "Dad is working late again the whole week. I don't
know what he does at the office night after night."

This was amazing news. Sean never had the house to himself. Even though he
only saw his dad for what felt like five minutes a week, he was never truly
home alone.

If he ever got a sex date, this was a rare opportunity to schedule
it. Unfortunately, there was no such thing on the horizon.

The boy finished his plate and went upstairs to his room, pondering his
options.

As the night progressed, Sean got ready to shower. He stripped in front of
his body length mirror, practicing to undress sensually.

His tight shirt came off first. The boy was a slender teen twink, with
smooth, tanned skin that he took great care of. He swung his hips to
imaginary music and looked his reflection in the eyes.

A youthful face with soft features and not a hint of stubble. His eyes were
half covered by strawberry blond hair falling evenly over his forehead.

His nose and ears were tiny, compared to his lush lips – a result of his
mixed heritage, leaving him with a hint of exotic aspects. He wished he
could get a face piercing or two, but his mother was strictly opposed.

Giving his hardening nipples a quick pinch, he moved his little fingers
down his fatless body, lightly touching the modest definition of abs –
just barely visible in good lighting.

He grabbed his jeans and underwear and yanked them down at once.

Sean didn't exercise much, but he never forgot to do his squats, leading to
a bouncy bubble butt on his otherwise skinny body. His legs had gained
definition as a side effect. He kept them hairless.

Just as he stepped out of his jeans, his phone bleeped.

One hand on his shaved crotch, he looked at the notification.

His online profile had a picture of himself in front of his mirror, and a
few other position of his bed that he considered the most revealing. He was
naked in all his pics, but took care to crop out his face. He wasn't stupid
after all.

He also had aged himself up to 18 to use the app, but that was nothing he
thought much off. His profile read like this:

Slut_Hole (18): bottom, new to this, looking for action.

The notification came from a new user. His only pic was of a pair or brand
new red running shoes. The profile said:

Red_Shoes (40): Dom, top, looking for boys to serve me.

Sean read the message. His dick twitched in his cupped hand.

Red_Shoes [Hey bitch. Great ass. Ready to serve an aggressive Master?]

The teen didn't think much off the whole thing. Without a picture he didn't
know if the man wasn't 200 pounds of fat covered in smelly grease.

He was about to leave for his shower, when he saw the little side bar:
"Red_Shoes is less than 1 mile away from your location."

This was his first ever truly viable option. Finally he had found a user he
could actually meet up with. Sean wrote back.

Slut_Hole [Thank you, Sir. I'm glad my ass looks inviting to you. Can I see
you too?]

Seconds later Sean received a picture of the thickest, juiciest dick he had
ever seen. Trimmed black pubes grew around the massive base, branching out
onto pronounced abs.

Slut_Hole [Sir, I'm ready to serve such a beautiful cock any day.]

Sean was about to add that he was a virgin, but the man was faster, sending
a link to a map. It indicated a warehouse next to the local park.

Red_Shoes [Be there at 5pm tomorrow, slut.]

The teen rejoiced at the coincidence. His only parent-free day was the
perfect date. He vaguely took note that his dick was fully hard and leaking
a shiny drop pf precum.

Slut_Hole [Sir, I promise I'll be there.]

He didn't get a response. After waiting for a minute to hear back from
Red_Shoes, slowly massaging his dick, he gave up. Sean left for the shower,
jerking off under the hot water, to the thought of servicing his first
dick.

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The night came and went. The morning passed. His father left for work,
before Sean got to see him. His mother was annoyingly worried about
everything. His brother was a bundle of cries and demands, but fell asleep
in front of his favorite cartoons. As usual.

Eventually, the time had come. Sean was alone.

He cleaned his ass, took a shower, fixed his hair and applied all sorts of
lotions and crθmes to be extra smooth.

As the hour approached Sean grew incredible apprehensive. He talked to
himself, trying to calm down, but his heart didn't stop beating like a
drum. And his boner didn't stop twitching in his skinny jeans.

He texted a simple [I'm on my way, Sir] and left the house before he could
chicken out. Passing by the grocery store, the cinema and the library, Sean
was quickly at the park.

The warehouse looked abandoned. He didn't quite know where to enter.

His phone bleeped.

Red_Shoes [If you're here, go to the back. The door is open. I'm not going
to come out for your little ass, just find your way in. leave your clothes
on the table. If I see you wearing anything on your body other than what's
on the table, I'll send you home.]

Sean swallowed hard. He ran around the building and entered through the
only door. It was very dark inside, the only light falling in through high
ceiling windows covered with shades and ancient dust. He could barely make
out shapes at first.

There was a table. Saddened that his strip-exercises were going to waste,
he undressed as quickly as possible, putting all clothing on the table one
by one. Stepping out of his shoes, the teen took off shirt and belt in
quick succession. Getting rid of his skinny jeans was a bit more time
consuming. His underwear came right off with it.

As he put the socks up on the table, his eyes were slowly adjusting to the
dark. One last phone notification explained the things he had to wear. The
instructions included turning the phone off afterwards.

The cloth item was a blindfold, which Sean had to wrap around his head, but
that would come last, of course.

First he was to put on four leather bands, one for each wrist and
ankle. They had D-rings attached to them. Whoever Red Shoes was, he must
have arranged things like this many times before.

Once the teen had fixed all bands in place, he read the text one last
time. He was not allowed to speak at any time. By putting on the blindfold
he agreed to do whatever his Master was going to decide.

After deactivating the phone, he put the blindfold on with trembling hands
and stood there in the mildly warm, dry air of the dark warehouse,
shivering.

Someone tall walked up behind him and spanked his butt once, holding onto
the slapped cheek with a firm grip. Sean involuntarily jumped. His dick
stood at maximal hardness. His breath was heavy and deep.

The man behind him grabbed a handful of hair and pushed Sean forward. The
boy stumbled further into the dark.

Red Shoes didn't make any voluntary sounds, but Sean could hear the patter
of running shoes and the regular deep breaths behind him. The man's hands
holding the boy's neck had to be huge.

Sean's crotch hit a block of wood and leather. With a brutal push, the
blind boy was shoved onto a sawhorse. He flinched as his slim stomach and
chest hit the cold leather.

Seconds later Sean was pulled by his hair until his chin lined up with the
end of the sawhorse – his ass on the other end sticking out. His dick
was pressed against the wood, letting the boy feel his own pulse.

The D-rings on his wrists and ankles were quickly fixed to the
construction's legs, immobilizing him. He lightly humped the sawhorse,
stimulating the base of his dick.

Master Red Shoes went around him, evaluating his body in the near darkness,
Sean could hear his steps, through the blood rushing in his ears.

As the man arrived in front, he let his fingers slide over the teen's mouth
and pushed in until he could pry the unresisting jaw open. Metal scratched
the inside of Sean's mouth.

As the Master fixed the gear, Sean recognized the item as a spider gag. His
mouth was held wide open, he was unable to speak. The gag's ring-shaped
body kept him ready to take anything into his little mouth, while its
metallic legs scratched his cheeks, as a warning not to resist with any
futile movements.

Master Red Shoes leaned down and spit into Sean's mouth. Since the position
made it hard to swallow, Sean let the saliva stay in his mouth from where
it dripped down his lips.

The dick was massive. If the teen's lips had not been parted by a metal
ring, the Master's member would have done so. Red Shoes shoved his dick
right into the waiting mouth without stopping at the triggering of violent
gagging.

Sean felt like he was about to puke. He didn't even get to enjoy his first
blow job, the dick in his mouth was already past the tongue, the Master's
pubes hitting his nose.

The boy didn't have enough in his stomach to vomit, but coughed up massive
amounts of bitter slime. As if Red Shoes appreciated this self-lubrication,
he grabbed a fistful of hair and fucked in and out all the way, giving Sean
just enough room to breathe in between strokes.

The blindfold was quickly wet with streams of tears from Sean's reddened
eyes as he received hit after hit of the Master's dick. No relaxation was
enough to stop him from gagging with every thrust.

Through his own misery he heard the low grunt of his violator. It took half
a minute before the dick plopped out and smeared precum, saliva and puke
all over Sean's face.

The boy heard a tearing sound and was slapped in the face with a cloth. Red
Shoes wiped the slime off his face before going back in.

This time Sean's throat was already burning but well lubricated and the
gags came out as blubbering as if he was drowning. His whole body trembled
on the sawhorse, trying to tear itself lose from the oral torment.

As the Master stopped once more, he caused a clicking sound a few feet
away. Sean could feel the warmth of massive lights on his skin. For the
first time the Master was seeing him properly.

Sean heard the man stagger as if stumbling away. The dom's heavy breath
became more hissing. Had he done something that shocked him? Was Sean
bleeding?

Seconds past in silence, while the boy became more and more
terrified. Eventually, Red Shoes stepped closer again. Opening his eyes
wide behind the blindfold Sean could see the actual bright red, brand new
running shoes stepping up to him, thick hairs legs sticking out of
them. Then the dick went back into his mouth and Sean closed his eyes as
there was nothing more to see.

Very slowly the teen's throat got used to the painful hits and he found a
good breathing rhythm. The violent nature of his gagging subsided.

The moment the boy didn't gag for three consecutive thrusts, Master Red
Shoes pulled out and left. Again Sean was afraid. Would he be left alone
like this? His heart raced, his dick pumped. These lights were getting hot
on his back.

A whip hit his slim shoulders. Sean screamed through the ring that held his
mouth open. The hit was followed by more, making their way down to his
ass. The small of his back was especially sensitive. He squirmed and
rattled the D-rings but could not get away.

Spanking both bouncy butt cheeks alternately, Master Red Shoes used his
spare hand to reach forward and rest it on Sean's neck, stroking it gently
– lovingly, almost. The boy meanwhile was sobbing from the rising
burning on his ass.

Red Shoes kicked the teen's knees apart and spread his cheeks to whip the
hole. Sean quivered and tried to beg him to stop but the gag kept his words
from becoming anything more than grotesquely intonated moans.

Once Sean's dance of pain had taken on a rhythm and the boy jumped in
anticipation, knowing the exact moment the whip hit, Red Shoes finally
stopped.

The boy heard his Master kneel down and felt a tongue pressed on his sore
hole. Sean was getting rimmed. Up and down flicked the Master's tongue,
from the beginning of Sean's crack to the point where his scrotum
began. Then the flaps became faster until the tongue rested on his hole and
applied pressure. The tip popped in. Sean whimpered. At last, this felt
amazing.

It ended too soon, with Master Red Shoes standing back up. Instead of more
tongue a finger entered Sean's asshole, prompting him to yell in surprise.

The finger was lube-covered and distributed its content inside the boy. It
went out and back in once more to apply yet more jelly to his intestines.

Sean wasn't sure if he wanted what was about to happen, but it was
inevitable either way.

At first he thought the dick was knocking at his backdoor already, but the
object was smaller and plastic. He was being filled with a plug.

It was easy for the thin little plug to pop in and stay in place. The
discomfort was minimal, but that also meant that Sean was barely being
spread. The device served as reminder more than preparation. Once again,
the boy was left alone for a moment.

The sawhorse was fairly thin, allowing even the slender Sean to have his
nipples accessible. Red Shoes use that freedom to fix clothespins on the
boy's tiny, hard nipples, making him tremble again.

Twisting the pins slightly, the Master caused intense spikes of pain in
regions that Sean had never considered particularly sensitive. The boy
sobbed and kicked out to no avail.

Catching his breath again, Sean whimpered through the metal ring, the
blindfold thoroughly wet with tears. As his ass got spanked again, he felt
reminded that the worst part was still ahead.

As if the Master had read his victim's mind, the butt plug was pulled out
with a quick motion, sending Sean's sphincter screaming for mercy, hot anal
pain consuming his attention.

Both rough hands wrapped around the teen's slim neck from behind and held
on. He could clearly perceive the dick lined up with his ass, but was
unable to relax to allow it entry.

The hands squeezed. Sean's vision filled with white dancing dots while the
blood rushing in his ears swelled to deafening volumes. Just when he
thought he was going to fall unconscious, just as his waking self left his
mind – the hands released him.

He was shocked back into his body as the dick drove into his now loosened
hole. The little lube the plug had left barely kept his insides from being
torn to bleeding bits.

Sean yelled on top of his lungs as the massive dry dick slid in as far as
it would go. And then further, pushing past the complexities and
intricacies of his guts with force as if steamrolling an unruly pathway.

The boy's anal virginity was ripped from him as every fiber of his being
focused on the agony inside his rear end.

Master Red Shoes pulled out, prompting mumbled gratitude from the sobbing
mess on the sawhorse. The man walked around, pinching his way up the
victim's spine and tugging on the nipple clamps.

Once positioned back at Sean's face a tight grip forced the boy's head up
until the thin back was strained in the strongest arch the bound limbs
allowed.

The boy was getting orally assaulted once more, the man's dick rubbing
every spot in the small, stretched mouth, from the cheeks to the tongue to
the palate. At least he wasn't gagging Sean this time as the boy gratefully
noticed. It seemed he was picking up saliva.

He let go of Sean's jaw and dropped the boy's head back on the leather,
slapping his face left and right. He walked around back to the rear and
pushed in.

This time he reached forward and pulled both clothespins off at once. The
pain overdose from back and front made Sean cry out again but this time
Master pressed his hand over the opened mouth.

Pushing in and pulling out came to a quick rhythm. One hand rested in the
small of Sean's back. The other hand was grabbing his hair to keep him
pressed down.

After a minute of getting used to the intense feeling of a dick in his ass,
the fucking made little Sean see swirling, psychedelic images with his
blind eyes. He had trouble controlling his breath. This was not the gentle,
loving way he had intended to lose his virginity. He should have asked more
questions before agreeing.

Ten hard thrusts later the fuck slowed down as Red Shoes focused more on
delivering pain into Sean's nipples, pulling his hair and slapping his
aching, open-mouthed face from behind.

Master grabbed the boy's balls with his fist and squeezed, pressing the
boy's dick into the sawhorse's wood. Sean shivered from the burning that
crawled up his stomach as his balls were tormented. But the pressure was
too much. Denied of an orgasm, he felt his cum shoot from his hurting
penis, making the dick pulse against the wood.

With a muffled swear, Red Shoes jumped back, letting go of his victim's
sack and pulling out simultaneously. Sean heard the rustling of paper on
the floor – no, on shoes. He had soiled the Master's footwear with his
cum.

But the cleaning didn't take more than a few seconds before the boy's ass
was used again. Cuming had given Sean very little relieve. Now his dick was
more sensitive as it rubbed on the wood with every thrust.

The humping grew faster, shoving the entire sawhorse with its mounted
victim farther into the room, closer to the hotly burning lights. Master's
groans took on a more pressed and uncontrolled quality, as he slammed his
hands down on the helpless boy's back, ass and head.

One last time, Red Shoe's hips slammed into the glowing red bubble butt he
was using. Then he trembled on the spot, holding the boy's hips with a
tight grip, balls deep inside the snug hole.

Sean could clearly feel several shots going off inside him, hot juice
filling him up.

With a few slaps on the back, the man pulled out slowly. Sean clenched his
sphincter, keeping the cum inside, not wanting to soil his violator's shoes
again.

Now alone again, the teen wasn't moaning anymore, listening closely to the
man's steps and fast breath, interrupted only by his post-orgasm moans,
seemingly enjoying the bound boy's presence still.

Eventually, the Master calmed his breathing. He detached the spider gag
from Sean's jaw and stepped back, possibly admiring the view. The boy
closed his mouth, experiencing incredible relive in his cheeks and jaw. He
sighed loudly, hoping his violator would understand. He figured the man
didn't like his boys to talk.

After a time long enough to make the teen worry he was going to stay there
for yet more of the same, Red Shoes squatted down next to the boy and undid
the shackles that tied him to the sawhorse. In doing so he caressed the ass
and legs of his victim gently, carefully. Sean held perfectly still, afraid
that it was all a trap and he was in for more.

Sean heard the D-rings click and was pulled up by his hair. He detached
from the leather with a slurping noise, the material sticking to his sweaty
skin. His back hurt from having been rested on the surface for so long.

The Master dragged him away from his torture device, still
blindfolded. Walking was difficult with an ass this sore, but the Master
didn't ease him into it. Sean stumbled along.

Something got pressed in his hand – his phone. Then a door opened and
the boy felt the cool air from outside on his dry sweat covered skin.

Master's rough hands tore the leather bands from Sean's wrists and
ankles. Then the door closed. Nothing happened.

The boy stood on the spot for a few seconds, trying to calm down and
figuring out his next steps.

Eventually he took the blindfold off. It was twilight now, but he was still
a bit overwhelmed from the first light he saw in a while. It wasn't cold,
but he trembled – still a bit in shock from the entire event.

He was completely naked, outside the warehouse.

Looking at his phone he saw that Master Red Shoes had deleted his own
contact. Sean had no choice but to make his way home in the nude. His dick
rose at the idea.

With shaky legs the boy walked down the side alley and peaked around the
corner into the main road. The park was empty, but cars drove along the
streets in irregular intervals. Going through the park was his best bet.

As the night fell over the city, the naked little boy dashed across the
street the second there was no car in sight. Just when he had reached the
other side, headlights fell on his back. He rushed forward into the park
without looking back. They would never know whose backside they had just
seen.

Sean didn't dare to stay on the path. Instead he dashed into the bushes
that grew along it. In the coming dark of night, even the potential stray
jogger would probably look right past him.

The grass was dry and hard, not softening the dusty ground much. One hand
covering his crotch, the other holding the phone, the slim, sexed up teen
was getting quite excited. He couldn't help but imagine being seen like
this. He wondered how obvious it was that he had just been completely
sexually destroyed.

His dick was hardening just a bit while he fantasized, now finally knowing
about the pain and fear the real thing had made him experience.

At the end of the park, things got tricky. There were no more bushes to
hide in and the streetlamps were on. He tried to think of the best path
home, but the way he had come was simply the quickest one back as well.

The lights reflected off his tan skin, giving every lean muscle fiber a
defining shadow. He stepped timidly onto the empty road, illuminated by
closed shops and very few apartments farther up.

There was no other option. Sean ran. His naked feet hit the asphalt,
echoing in the quiet part of town. He rushed past the library.

Suddenly doors opened to his left – a bar. Three men stumbled out, saws
him and froze. So did Sean, like a deer in the headlights. Then he ran. The
men hurled slurs after him, but he could only hear his heart shooting blood
in his head. They didn't follow him.

He only had to make it around a corner and would be at the cinema. The
chances of a movie ending right when he walked by were minuscule.

A movie ended as he walked by. Twenty people flooded the street, and
spotted him immediately. He held both hands and his phone in front of his
crotch and ran right through the crowd, eyes on the street.

Sean was met with cries of disgust, insults and whistling. He heard phone
cameras go off. Hoping nobody who knew him was there, he kept running
without looking back.

The people were almost behind him, with every eye now focused on his
slender frame that would normally melt into the crowd. The boy stumbled
over a traffic cone. His phone slid from his grip and landed in a patch of
grass – mercifully still intact – forcing the boy to stop. He caught
himself by reaching out, frozen in place.

His legs were spread and his ass out. Sean touched the asphalt with his
flat hands, arms straight out. He was presenting his hole. As the clicking
of cameras intensified – and the insults became more specific – Sean
felt a thick drop of cum run out of his ass.

He jumped up, grabbed the phone and ran off. Again nobody followed him.

Sean's ears rang from the shouts. He had been called a pervert, a faggot,
an assfucked cumwhore and things he didn't even fully comprehend. On a
certain level, he supposed they were right. In any case, it didn't help get
the boner down.

Two empty streets farther, he allowed himself to slow to a less exhausting
pace. Sean looked around and found himself solitary at last. There were
only four more streets to go. He could basically smell his room
already. The shower was calling his name.

Seeing the headlights of a car from the side of the street the teen hopped
behind an advertising pillar, waiting for it to pass. He was pressed
against the cool metal, feeling his own heartbeat.

His pulse pumped through his semi hard dick. The gentlest touch by a brush
of his hand brought it to life. With no car in sight, Sean rushed across
the street and out of the illumination radius, vanishing in the dark
between the family homes.

He was getting fully hard and absentmindedly jerked off, his hand already
at his crotch, trying to cover the throbbing erection.

Night had fallen and the houses around had the lights on inside. As long as
Sean stayed out of the direct light-cones that fell on the street, he
assumed himself basically invisible.

Making it two streets farther with no incident, the boy was now furiously
masturbating while he walked. He hadn't had a proper orgasm during his
abuse by a stranger minutes ago and desperately needed relief.

The town hall came in sight. There was some kind of party going on inside
and out in front. Sean spotted mostly teens, many of whom he knew from
school. He ducked into the bushes at a safe distance. Going a different way
was not quite easily possible, but he could sneak around the back with no
problem.

Bushes and half assembled scaffolding hid him from the party-goers while
allowing him to use the light from inside to find his way along the trail.

One hand still stroking his solid dick, Sean looked at the time on his
phone. It took just a glance for the naked teen to become distracted by a
notification and soon he was scrolling through his social media. Apparently
many popular kids form his school were at this party going on mere feet
beside him.

His foot hit an empty beer can. There was a whole pile of them on the
ground, amidst cigarette ends. A flight of concrete stairs led to an
emergency exit.

With his orgasm approaching, Sean sat down on the stairs, expecting to get
the hardest, most mind-numbing, most leg-jellifying orgasm he had ever
had. Carefully, he dropped the phone beside him.

His thoughts wandered back to the sawhorse, the spider gag and the intense
feeling of helplessness. But what he thought about most was the enormous
dick. The feeling of getting ravaged was still vivid in his head.

As he got closer and closer, his limbs began to shake, out of rhythm with
his rapid breath.

The emergency exit burst open. Bright light spilled out onto the stairs,
blinding the little boy who whipped around wildly, facing the emerging
party guests.

He let go of his dick, covering up with both hands. But it was too late –
he had another ruined orgasm. His right leg spasmed uncontrollably as he
shot a streak of cum up his stomach. It stuck to his chest and ran back
down. The next few streaks were less intense, only squirting out of his
dick an inch far before splashing onto him.

"Ew what are you perverted fag doing?"

Sean wanted to run, but his phone was still laying on the stairs. He had to
bend down to grab it. As he bent over sideways the last of Red Shoes cum
dripped from his ass.

The party kids were all shouting over each other. "Holy fuck, this
cocksucker just shot jizz from his ass." "Disgusting pervert." "Did you
just get fucked, whore boy?" "That's it, I'm calling the police."

The fearfully shivering teen didn't recognize any of the boys and girls by
voice. If he ran they might not get an accurate description of him and he
could deny everything.

"Wait," said a vaguely familiar, deep voice. It was one of the football
players from Sean's class. "I know that kid. Fuck, you are getting wrecked
tomorrow at school. Your life is fucking over, pervert."

Sean ran. He didn't look back, ignoring the shouts that followed him. His
semi-hard dick was slapping painfully against his sticky abs. The burning
in his throat increased as he ran out of breath and developed stiches in
the side.

It only took a mere minute before he arrived at his house. Finally, the
night didn't have any more surprises for him in store.

At last, at home. Sean took the keys from under the flowerpot by the door
and let himself in. He was safe now.

It seemed that no one was home. His dad's work clothes were on the floor in
a pile, so he was probably locked into the home office again.

Sean was about to rush upstairs to take a shower, but figured he should
grab some fresh clothes from the washroom. Mum always left the washed
clothes there for every family member to fold their own.

The boy hopped into the washroom. His eyes caught a glance of something in
the corner. He turned his head, fell to his knees and retched as a
realization overcame his tormented mind.

In the corner, next to his dad's work boots was another pair of shoes.

Brand new, shining red running shoes. His dad's size. The residue of a
hastily wiped away streak of cum across them.


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