Ryan takes a look around. Quickly he notices that he is lying down on top of a pile of garbage in some sort of alley. “How did I get here?” He says. “More importantly.” He quickly moves his hands up to his head to feel his headphones, breathing a sigh of relief that they’re still there. He yawns and stretches his arms and legs as he wakes up more. His foot stops abruptly as he hears a grunt of an older man. Ryan props himself up on a dumpster to see the source of the sound. It was from another sleeping person in the alley, seemingly awoken by Ryan kicking them in the face. The man was a gruff looking guy, big and rather buff with a beard. His unruly hair affirmed his lack of etiquette, especially since he’s out in the dumps with Ryan. He opens his eyes taking only a short notice of Ryan, “Mmmff… Get your foot off my face.” The man said. His voice was deep, definitely one fitting of the person it belonged to.
“Hey, did you hear me? Get your foot off my face!” The man yelled while rubbing his head. Definitely showing signs of a hangover. Ryan was caught by surprise, he completely forget that he had his foot there. Rather than move his foot however, Ryan pushed his foot harder. “You do not get to make demands from me.” Ryan said to the man. “What was that?! Do you know who I am?!” The man, enraged by Ryan’s comment, pushed Ryan’s foot off his face and started standing, stumbling a bit on his way up. “Get back down here.” Ryan said. The man lay back down on the trash pile. Sitting right back where he was originally in front of Ryan. “W-what? Why? How? What did you do?” The man quivered fearfully. “Are you afraid right now? Tell me the truth.” Ryan said in a calm tone. “Yes. I’m scared.” The man said, quickly covering his mouth with his hand after. “Oh. No you’re not. Actually, you’re happy because of the position your in.” The man put his hands down. His shoulders dropped. He gave a slight chuckle. “Now, you’re so obsessed with my feet aren’t ya.” Ryan told the man.
“Y…yeah I am.”
“Now you wanted me to take my foot off of your face, now why would you want me to do that? You’re just so obsessed with my foot. In fact, you’re just so aroused by it.”
The man started to grunt, his pants gaining a large bulge.
“Take my shoe off.”
The man takes Ryan’s shoe off.
“Smell it, embrace it. Worship my foot. My foot it your whole world right now. Nothing else matters.”
The man grabs Ryan’s socked foot and forces it on his face. His eyes roll back in pleasure as he takes a big whiff of Ryan’s foot. He opens his mouth and places his tongue on his foot, giving it a test lick, and immediately starts licking faster enjoying every moment of the interaction. Ryan was also getting aroused.
“You’re just a slutty foot bitch aren’t ya? So horny for my feet. A slutty sock bitch. Say it.”
“I’m… a slutty… sock bitch.” The man said in between licks.
Ryan took his foot away from the man and placed his shoe back on. Ryan got himself off the pile and stood up. “Stand up.” Ryan demanded, the man stood up next to Ryan. Ryan grabbed the man’s crotch and fondled with the package inside. The man was moaning. “Remove your shirt.” The man struggled to remove his shirt before opting to rip it open. The man’s chest was a temple of muscle and hair. His six pack was lean and his pecs were firm. “Remove your socks and shoes.” The man obeys. “You are going to return to your normal life, except you are gonna be a horny little foot bitch. You will yearn to please and man and his feet. Do you understand? Now go.” The man leaves the alley and walks out of Ryan’s sight.
“Now, where am I? And what do I do now?”