Andy led Rob, now completely naked except for his dirty white orlon blend socks with three red stripes on the legs and a red line across the top of the toes, into his basement. He locked the door behind them and gestured for Rob to sit down on the cold, concrete floor.
"Why am I being held captive here?" Rob asked, his voice laced with confusion and fear.
Andy chuckled as he walked over to a nearby table, picking up a chain and a cock ring. "I'm tired of seeing you inspire my son Matt to get his socks dirty. I'm tired of trying to convince him that guys don't do this, and of trying to get your socks clean again."
Rob's eyes widened as Andy approached him, the chain and cock ring in hand. "You can't be serious."
Andy smirked as he snapped the cock ring around Rob's hardening shaft. "Oh, I'm very serious. You're not going anywhere until you learn your lesson."
Andy then proceeded to tease Rob by getting his own socks incredibly dirty and smelly, and putting them up over Rob's face to see, feel, and sniff for long periods. He also tickled Rob's feet and laughed at the sexy socks guy's exploitable weakness.
Hours passed, and Rob's socked feet were tickled for what felt like an eternity as Andy's socked feet covered his face. Andy then jacks off in front of Rob, still forcing him to smell Andy's socks. All the male energy made Rob hard, but Andy allowed him no release from his sexual pressure.
Rob remained nude with the dirty socks on, grimey and chained up in the basement. He was sweaty and dirty, and the smell of his socks was all around him.
Andy took showers with socks on right in front of Rob, telling him he felt so refreshed and clean, even his socks. Rob's cock was super hard, having had no release for so long.
Day after day, Rob got more grimey and Andy got his dirty socked feet in Rob's face to smell. Then he jacks himself off, making Rob incredibly horny.
Andy used socked feet to jack Rob off, but Rob couldn't cum with the cock ring on, driven nearly insane with passion, desire, and the longing of tickle torture through his socks and the smell of Andy's socked feet.
Andy then went off to his comfortable bed to sleep, leaving Rob coated in dirt and sweat, the socks still on and his cock still raging hard, untouched for so very long.
Hot young man with short light brown hair named Matt came down and discovered Rob. He said his dad, Andy, told him he had a sexy friend staying over and playing a really hot game.
Matt marveled at how dirty Rob's socks were and tickled him at his socked feet. Rob pleaded for him to stop and said he was being held prisoner. Matt grinned and said he knew, and that he was supposed to keep the game going while Andy was out of town.
Matt attached a long chain to Rob's wrists and said he could reach the shower to clean up. Rob eventually went over and relaxed for the longest time in nice warm water, washing clean. But the wet socks felt so gross.
Can I have a clean pair, Rob asked. Matt grinned and tickled shampoo into the soles of Rob's socked feet causing Rob to laugh hysterically.
Matt got a lot of the grubbiness out and then placed his dirty socked feet over Rob's face. Says he's been watching Rob and wondering where he went. He loves seeing him outside getting his socks all dirty.
The next day, Matt brought Rob a special treat, a full t-bone steak dinner. While Rob ate, Matt pulled in a memory foam mattress, a few pillows, and some nice warm blankets. It'll keep the chill off. Matt says. That night, Rob slept so very well he forgot where he was while dreaming.
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