Matt was caught in between a world of infinite joy and anguish. One half of him was hugging Derek's foot quite contently, each pulse of blood warming his cotton body between the foot and sneaker. But every other step was laced in pain, as his other half was inside-out shoved inside a hot hell of a shoe. Matt tried to block out the pain but every step brought his consciousness back to his painful side until the pressure was lifted. As much as he hated it, the pain made the pleasure of the other half that much better. Relief from every step began to exhaust Matt as he entered a trance and focused on the feet that he consumed and embellished. He was brushed by the few hairs on top of the foot, and tasted the sweat building on the bottom. The salty tangy taste filled his senses and he craved more. Squeezing tighter, he extracted all the sweat possible, lapping it up and savouring every moment that he could.
Derek was only 5 miles in and he was exhausted. Slowing down, he was amazed to discover his feet were still dry. By now they usually are painful enough to start rubbing on his skin and grow blisters but today felt... different. He liked it, and once he caught his breath, began back on his journey.
Matt felt like this was perfect. He loved every moment, the pain and pleasure, hugging this perfect athlete's foot, and helping him run as far as possible. He realized this is what he is meant for; He was always meant for this. And as Derek ran outside of range of the Chronivac, Matt felt a harsh jolt run through his bodies, but dismissed it as nothing. He loved being Derek's socks, and he hoped he would be forever.
Derek stopped into a park and ran to a water fountain for a drink and a break. He sat down at the lip of the pool and caught his breath. "I don't even feel tired" he thought, "By now I should be wanting to turn around. I've been running for hours, where am I going to sleep tonight?" With that thought, he knew it was time for a rest and pulled off his shirt, shoes and socks, and dunked his feet right in the fountain. Looking around, Derek concluded he was alone, and smelled his sneakers. He wouldn't tell anyone, but he loved his foot sweat. He got hard instantly and pulled up his shorts to reveal his cock. Grabbing one of his socks, he rubbed his cock vigorously. The dry fabric fascinated him because it should be at least damp by now. Putting the other sock to his nose made him cum immediately. He bent over to the sock to lap up his mess, but watched it soak, then dry, immediately. He knew at this point something was different today. Pulling on his clothes again, he restarted his jog.
Matt was overexcited as he was pulled towards Derek's manhood. He could smell it, he needed to taste it, and his dry mouth craved the juices flowing from this perfect athlete. Matt was hungry after the long run and nothing could satiate him like a juicy cock. A Derek drew him across the cock, Matt felt the warmth permeate half of him and he felt an orgasms course through him. Matt's other half was lifted to the athlete's face and he could feel the stubble scratching at his cotton. Matt lost it. He sucked and licked as best he could at the cock, and when it exploded unexpectedly, all he could do was swallow it all. A second later it was gone, Matt was full, and he was ready for more. Shoved back onto the calloused feet, but properly oriented this time, he was overjoyed and ready to give Derek the longest run of his life. He didn't even care when he would turn back. The more he thought of it, the more he wanted Derek to run forever. He would take him out of range, forever bound to the soles of an Olympian.