You and the three jocks shivered in fear at the feet of the titanic raunchy emos, they smiled down at all of you and looked at each other. "Hmmm...." Justin said, lifting his arm up and taking a cautious whiff. "Blegh! Whew, I don't think they did a very good job on our armpits. What do you guys think?" Justin winked at Matt and Dillon as the two younger men did the same and nodded. "Yeah, I still reek! I think we should punish one of them to show them how serious their situation is!" Matt said with a smirk.

You and the three jocks' horror must've shown on your faces, because Dillon, Justin, and Matt grinned down at you and chuckled evilly. "Ya know....I wonder what jock tastes like." Justin said unconciously licking his lips. Dillon and Matt looked at him and burst out laughing.

"Great idea man! You can EAT one of the little muscle meat heads!" Dillon laughed while wiping a tear from his eye.

Justin nodded and his eyes scanned the three jocks while he licked his lips again, "Mmmm...I think Troy'll do just fine."

Before Troy even knew what was happening, Justin had swiped him up and popped the puny leader of the jocks into his mouth. Troy screamed in sheer terror as Justin moaned as his tongue slapped him around, rendering all those muscles useless.

"Mmmmm....so good. Down you go lil dude!" Justin tilted his head back and swallowed mightily, feeling the squirming and screaming boy travel down his throat to be digested alive in his belly.

Dillon and Matt laughed loudly, while Justin released a mighty belch and smacked his lips. "Not bad! URRRP!"

Dillon whispered something to Matt, and Matt whispered something to Justin as their remaining three slaves sat there on the floor, horrified at what had just happened.

Suddenly the earth shook, only later did you realize that all three bare chested emos had dropped to their butts on the floor. "Man.....after getting so sweaty from those workouts, our feet are drenched and I bet they're REALLY raunchy!"

Matt and Justin nodded in agreement to what Dillon said as they began to slip off their Vans and untied their sneakers. It was quite a chore getting those glued on babies off too! All that you three pitiful tinies could see was the bottom of the emos' filthy treads, as the big boys grunted with effort. The shoes popped off all at once with a suction cup sound, and the boys sighed long and hard as they wiggled their dirty black, yellowed white, and grimy gray socked toes. "Ahh....Feels REALLY good to air these babies out." Matt sighed.

With the removal of their other shoe, the boys' socked feet were now on full display in front of you: The smell was HORRIFYING! Dillon's were like old garbage left out in the sun for days, Matt's were INCREDIBLY similar in odor to sauerkraut, and Justin's were like the funkiest smelling cheeses from foreign lands all mixed into one big ball of....funk!

While you three choked on the emos' malodorous feet, the boys were removing their socks and planning the next phase of your torment.