Ryan Standish was sitting barefoot in Coach McGurk's office when Coach Sal Cost arrived with a brown bag under his arm.
"Seriously, I have to go to camp without even a change of underwear, and wearing a new pair of boots?" whined Standish as Sal dropped the bag of Chad in his lap.
"Try them on. Guaranteed to be the best boots you'll ever wear," Cost said slyly.
Ryan raised an eyebrow, but pulled out one of the boots, examined it. Chad desperately tried to communicate, but Ryan remained oblivious, thought Coach Sal was obviously aware of Chad's rants, as he looked from McGurk to Standish and back again to see if either heard them too. Ryan sniffed the shoe, and flexed his toes, and then shoved his barefoot inside Chad. Chad gagged, and wanted to throwup, but of course, he was a shoe, as such he couldn't. Ryan's sweaty feet filled both shoes crushed Chad's balls, while stuffing Chad's mouth. He tied the shoestrings tight. And stomped his feet.
"Yeah, decent boots. I don't mind wearing them, but do we have to," Ryan shrugged, "well, if I have to go to Boot Camp, these boots are pretty comfortable."
"Thought you'd like them, Ryan."
Chad was in agony. Ryan's feet were reeking. They started oozing sweat the moment he put Chad on. The initial words that formed in Chad's mind were grimy, salty, dirty, filthy, stinky as he tasted Ryan's bare feet. After a few minutes of Ryan stomping around and exercising in the boots, his feet really started sweaty, and Chad involuntarily thought yummy as he lapped up the sweat.
"These shoes are great! They really keep my feet cool!" exclaimed Ryan happily.
You're welcome thought Chad unhappily. All that stomping had gotten his balls churning, he was totally ready to cum, except shoes cannot cum. Chad realized that Ryan would be edging him for about a month. He'd be a basket case if he spent a month on Ryan's feet. He tried screaming for Coach Sal, but either the guy couldn't hear or he was really good at ignoring plaintive pleas.
After six days, Chad realized that Ryan had been serious, when he said he might never take his boots off. It had been 144 hours since Ryan had put Chad on, and been shipped off to Boot Camp. It wasn't a real military camp, just a pseudomilitary survivalist camp. Chad had been buried in muck and mud, and waded through swamps, and he had kept Ryan's feet clean and dry. And while twice, Ryan had stripped out of his fatigues and underwear to wash them in a river, and let them dry in the sun, he never once took his boots off.
Ryan had no idea the boots were really a human being, but Coach Sal had emphasized that Ryan couldn't keep the boots, and he would have to return them to Coach Sal, when he got back. So Ryan vowed to brand them so badly with his personal stink that Coach Sal would be forced to let Ryan keep them. Chad's plaintive pleas went unheard by Ryan Standish. However, Ryan's thoughts or at least his dreams seemed more open to Chad's thoughts. The first night wearing Chad, Ryan had a terrific dream where he trampled barefoot and in boots all over Chad as he lay there helplessly on the football field. Ryan woke to discover his foot torturing stomping dream involving Chad had become a wet dream. The next night a similar dream, but this time the entire football field was made of Chad clones lying face down and face up alternating next to each other. Ryan ran his plays: each step he crushed Chad's nuts or shoved a foot up a Chad's ass or into a Chad's mouth. The whole time the Chad's in his dream begged to be allowed to cum. Chad had the exact same dreams, but for him they were nightmares.