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Chapter #7

Victorian Era Footrub!

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Oliver thumped his heels down, displaying both thick soles to Will in all their cheesy-vinegar glory. Oliver still was resting his chin in his palm as he grinned. "As punishment for your backtalk to someone far above you, you will be giving my lads a good rubdown."

Will gulped, that stench was ever present, but the brat was in the position of power here. As much as it hurt his pride and disgusted him, he had to do what this gargantuan power-mad boy said. As Will picked himself up off the desk and trudged toward the big feet, Oliver continued to mock him.

"My my, you're not as dumb as I thought! You seem to finally have accepted that I am indeed your master. Now, hurry up! I haven't got all day to wait on worms!" Oliver haughtily boomed.

Will grit his teeth as he finally arrived at the mushy soles, it took everything he had not to shout out some retort to the kid's attitude. The funky smell was as potent and strong as it had been when he was mushed into the sole. Holding up his trembling hands, every instinct telling him to refuse, he pushed his hands into the pillowy and moist wall.

"Mmmh~." Oliver made pleased humming sounds as he sat back in his chair. At least he could feel Will's hands, that would be troublesome if he couldn't even feel the insect's massaging.

Still, Oliver wanted to break this little bug. Oliver didn't get where he was by being afraid to trample on others and destroy them...whether financially or otherwise.

Oliver chortled a bit, now he had someone he could LITERALLY trample upon. Fanning his toes back and forth, Oliver delighted in the coughing sounds that came from in front of his feet. It gave him a rush to know that his mere foot odor was so powerful to someone who was so small.

"Be sure you savor every breath of that smell, bug. If it weren't for my...benevolence...you would've been a stain on my shoe." Oliver boomed. "So you should be grateful to still be breathing at all." Oliver licked his lips.
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