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Caged at the mercy of moroccan men

« hahaha you can’t escape anymore… Give them a good sniff, NOW!»

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You knew it was not such a good idea to travel to a muslim country as a gay man. What you didn’t know what by their law they could legally shrink you and turn you into their pet.

This is your life now…

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You did not know before travelling to Morocco that there was a double sentence of enslavement and shrinking if presumed of being gay. You certainly did not know you would spend the rest of your life as the foot servant of those who denounced you.

They yell at you and you cannot even understand what they say. You’re petrified in front of their colossal feet they approach near you. You understand intuitively they want you to rub them? Unsure, you approach closer and the intense masculine and cheesy smell is hitting you. Seeing your reaction, they start laughing loudly.

This is your life now…

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Life as a footstool

As white gay man, they gave you two options: forced labor or accepting to be sold to the best bidder during special auctions.

Scared but wanting to try your luck, you chose the second option. That could not be that bad, maybe doing some chores at someone’s house?

The next day, some rough men, probably merchants, took measures of you and then they started pinching the fat in your back and your arms and nodded with satisfaction. Then, back to the cage…

You discovered afterward that they put a price tag on the cage with the mention « comfortable footstool ».

First confused by it, you then quickly understood what your life will be from now on.

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Slave to your handyman

Your handyman Bilal just finished to repair the electrical problem in your bathroom. You always had a crush on him and always felt weak when he would talk to you with his thick turkish accent, all sweaty, with a noticeable musk. After all these years working for you, you trusted him a lot. You decided to take the courage to finally ask something you had on your mind for a long time…

After his duty was done, you offered him a drink and to wait on the couch and relax a bit. You came back with one of the pill you ordered on internet and showed it to him. « So it might be a bit weird to you — you said, with your voice a bit shaky — but can I ask you for an extra service? I will pay you extra for that of course! »

At first it was defensive and replied: « mmmh what is that? I don’t do weird stuffs, I know you’re a homo, I respect, but I’m not into dudes and even less drugs… ».

You’re shocked and your face turn red « what? Uhh how did.. »

« I mean I see you looking at me in strange ways, I’m not stupid… what that’s pill you want to give me? »

« uhh no actually …. — you gather all your courage — you see, I want to take that pill myself, it’s a shrinking pill, it will make me very small for 1 hour according to the instructions… you have nothing to do, just relax there and of course I trust you not to stomp on me hahaha… »

« what? hahahahahaha you’re weird man… so I should just watch you being a small guy, relax on your couch and I’ll be paid for that? sounds too good to be true? What’s the catch? Can I watch your TV? »

« Yes sir, anything you want sir, there is no catch. I will be your foot servant too » you say in a weak voice.

As a response, he raised his eyebrows and laughed for a solid 20 seconds.

« Alright alright, I accept, take your little pill you pervert, I understand now hahaha ». He made himself more comfortable and started to remove his socks. You took a deep breathe and swallowed the pill.

You woke up and realised your worldview completely changed: all the furnitures appeared like colossal buildings and, in front of you, you saw the gigantic feet of your handyman, Bilal. You could not hide your boner in that view, and Bilal just observed you with a mix of disdain and disgust. He crossed his feet right in front of you, making the floor shake. You lost your balance and fell on your knees, your face right near his toes. The familiar musk you liked so much was 100x stronger, coupled with a pungent cheesy smell.

As he watched football on TV you spent the best hour of your life worshipping his feet, which he slowly got more comfortable with.

After all, having a little homo servant at his feet was a pretty good feeling.

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A life of worship

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you’re kept captive in a hamster cage for their amusement

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your master is back from an intense gym session

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living in his shoe closet

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a sadistic manager

As an intern, your manager wants you to understand your position as an inferior in the hierarchy.

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« Yeah slave, kiss my toes »

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A scary visit of a mosque

Maybe it was not the greatest of your idea to sneak inside a mosque as a tiny white gay guy, but the thrill was too tempting with all these arab guys barefoot.

You approached the foot of an older man you found sexy, too busy to notice you… his feet were very masculine with a strong distinct stench emanating from them. Clearly the guy didn’t bother washing his feet.

Trying to move a bit closer you tripped on the marble and… catastrophically… fell on his toes. You slowly lifted your head to see if he noticed… and you understood you were fucked.

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trained to fetch

When you’re 1 ft tall there are only a few things you can be useful for. One of them is to fetch things like a dog. Your master loves to play fetch with you, but instead of a toy, he uses his stinky socks freshly worn and almost never washed. The stench is almost toxic but you secretly love it. That’s how pathetic you are.

You know what’s another thing your master also loves? Good long foot rubs. After this little entertainment, it’s due time for his 3 hours long foot daily massage. Don’t forget to sniff between his toes, he loves feeling the air refreshing them after a long day on his feet. That’s what your master deserves.

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a new god to serve

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Youssef, back from work

He needs to relieve his workday stress and you’re the perfect toy for that.

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the floor is shaking as he plays with you, loving to see you terrified, running in all directions to avoid being stomped. Will his next step be the last? No way to know. You’re panicked and exhausted.

He teases you endlessly.

« Run little cockroach or I’ll crush you! Hahahaha »