Shane hung his head, and followed the doctor down the corridor and into a big office. A thin old guy in a suit sat behind the desk, and beckoned Webb to sit. He cleared his throat “and you” he said, pointing at Shane. Shane looked around but there was no other chair, “but…” he began. The old man tutted “sit here” he snapped, patting his lap. Shane nervously padded over and sat on the mans lap.
“So, whats the verdict?” Asked the old guy, simultaneously gently squeezing shanes bulge through the jockstrap. Webb began “well he shows promise but hes still in need of education”. The mans hand moved to caresses shanes bare arse “theres not time Webb” he replied. Webb shuffled nervously, and slid an envelope across the table. The man opened it, pulling out one of the socks shane had arrived in. He held it to his face inhaling shanes scent. He pushed it then against Shanes face, “smell that boy?” Shane nodded “thats the smell of money”.
Shane shifted uncomfortably on the old guys lap and realised he could feel his erection beneath his suit trousers. The man continued talking to Dr Webb, “we had a prebooking as you know, Get him cleaned up, costumed and on the treadmill”. Webb stood up and nodded “of course Principal Owens” gesturing for Shane to follow. The principal spoke, catching the duo just before they left the room “oh and Webb… with his attitude best to secure the investment - usual measures”. The doctor turned and agreed “good idea” before leading Shane out.
In the next room, Shane was made to strip and shhower thoroughly as Webb watched, including his first douching. Once clean to Webbs standard, Shane was passed a football kit and boxers. He pulled on the top, boxers and shorts and reached for the long red socks. Webb stopped him “not just yet” and another man entered. Webb pushed shane into a chair and lifted his right foot and the man approached “seems a shame” he said in a gruff voice.
Webb gripped shanes ankle tighter and a buzzing sound started. Shane felt a sharp pain on the ball of his foot as the man pressed something into him. Shane screamed and bucked as the pain continued but Webb held him tight, the buzzing was clicked off.
Webb let go and shane pulled his foot up so he could see what they were doing. He fell silent with shock - tattood onto the sole of his foot in block capitals were the words “Property of Felton’s Academy”. Webb tossed the football socks at Shane “No turning back now ey?”. The perverse doc gripped the foot and inspected the marking “Im not sure its a shame Graham, i think it’s pretty sexy” he said to the tattooist. He released Shane “now socks on and get on that treadmill, need you to work up a sweat!”.
*later*
A sweaty Shane sat alone on a bed in a room not unlike a hotel. Hed been told to expect his first “client”. Shane wasnt dumb enough not to realise what this likely meant, but he had hope… maybe this person would be kind, perhaps they could help him.
The door clicked open, and a man walked in “hello Shane” he said. Shane gasped “wait, John… thank fuck!” He exclaimed with pure releif. John, a bald beer bellied guy in his 50s, was Shanes stepdad. Shane sprang from the bed and approached the familar face. Theyd never gotten along but given the situation Shane was overjoyed to see him. “John you’ll never believe whats happ…” he began but the man shushed him. “I know” John said, “I arranged your scholarship… and paid a large amount to prebook your first night”. Shane recoiled from his step father “you what?”. John pulled a folded piece of paper from his jacket and handed ir to shane. Trembling shane unfolded it:
INVOICE
Boy: Shane
Time: Full Night £3,000
Limits: (Safe Only, No Creampies, No BDSM) No £650
Keep Socks/Underware: Yes £350
Discount: Finders Fee -£1,000, Recording for Sale by Academy - £1,000
Requests - Full Football Kit, Sweaty.
Total : £2,000.
Shane gasped as he read the document. John stepped closer, pushing shane so he sat on the edge of the bed. “See Lad, every time you answered back, every foul outburst… it all lead here”. Shane was speechless, but John continued “I had my little vices obviously, the stolen socks, sneaking looks at you in the shower… but I just wasn’t satisfied” he said. The stepdad reached for the top of shanes right sock but the lad slapped it away “no way you dirty old bastard!”.
John sighed “still won’t do as you’re told?”. He pointed as the camera in the corner with its blinking red recording light “see shane, i expect some defiance from you, but if you keep this up ill have to get them in here, and tie you to the bed!”. John lifted shanes leg and inhaled from the socked sole, causing shane to wince as he pressed against his fresh tattoo. “Whats up?” John asked, quickly peeling off the sock to reveal the perfect soft sole with its new branding.
John, sniffing deeply from the sock he had just removed, inspected the foot again. He stood, and slipped off his belt “Shane boy, the scent is even more intoxicating than the socks I’ve stolen from your gym bag.” Shane shuddered at the thought as John continued “but I always told you, if you get a Tattoo there will be consequences.” Shane snapped back “wait but its not me who wanted it!” But john didn’t seem to hear. “Hold your leg up” instructed John, with shane reluctantly doing as he was told. *crack* John whipped the leather of his belt against his foot, right over the tattoo.
Shane cried out in pain at this strike, and each of the next 4. John disgarded the belt, “now look what youve done” he added, pointing at the tent now prominent in his own trousers. He sat beside his stepson on the bed “heres what I want you to do.”
John’s lude scenario was even hotter than he imagined. He stood in the bathroom, peering through the cracked door as Shane acted as instructed. The chav lay on the bed, in only his boxers, tugging his dick. John jerked his own dick from the “hiding place” then gasped loudly as Shane finally pulled down his underwear and released his fat meat. John couldn’t believe it, the number of times he’d jacked off into Shanes sock imagining what hed look like - and now here he was. He stepped out of the bathroom.
Shane looked over as his nude step father walked over, causing him to forget he was supposed to be acting. “Please John, please dont do this!” He pleaded. Shanes words only served to make John’s dick twitch, reluctant stepson - his wet dream. John rubbed his glistening cockhead against shanes foot, then climbed on the bed beside him. His hand reached down and grasped Shane’s shaft for the first time. “It’s a shame this beast will never fuck a girl again” John commented, still not quite believing this was real.
Overwhelmed by sheer horniness John dropped the play acting facade. He gripped Shane’s wrist and pulled his hand towards his throbbing dick, ignoring the lads protest. Gradually Shane gave in, his hand pumping John’s dick “if i can make him cum quick, itll be over” he thought. John pushed shanes head down towards his groin “bit dry shane, wet it” he ordered.
An animalistic grunt escaped John's lips as his former stepson stuck out his tongue and apprehensively licked his throbbing tip.
