It was an accident-I destroyed the soccer jock's pair of collectible sneakers. Now he says I have to repay him. I'm broke, so I'll be working the debt off. I'm his "sneaker boy" now. I go to his house every day after class to clean and polish his collection. But...he's doing something to me. He makes me sniff the shoes while watching him flex. He makes me kiss and lick his feet. This is so strange...why does it feel good? Format: Short story Length: ~10,500 words ***CONTAINS EXPLICIT GAY SEXUAL CONTENT***