I walk into my room, exhausted from a long fucking day of fast pace New York life. I've been in auditions all day since 9am, gym after, and dinner/drinks with a couple friends. It's just a little past 10pm now. I've been moving nonstop since 8am and my feet are killing me. I've been hustling so fast I haven't had time to shower, let alone change my socks. The same pair of White Nike Crews trapped in the same pair of Nike trainers all day long. To make matters worse, I haven't done laundry in two weeks, so I had to wear the same pair I had on yesterday. Lord only knows how ripe they smell. I decide not to take my shoes off until I hit the shower, so I don't put myself through the stink.

My phone lights up.

I grab it and see a text from a guy I've been chatting with on instagram.

FUCK. I completely forgot he is in the city today and tomorrow for a work function and is needing a place to crash. I'm in no mood to host and tomorrow is my day off from any obligations. All I want to do is pass out and wake up tomorrow and stay planted to my couch binging Netflix and not have to go anywhere.

-Hey. Just got off the subway. You're home right?

      -Hey! Yeah I'm home. Been chilling awaiting your arrival. (I lie through my teeth, thank god I made it home in time.)

-Sweet. I'll text you when I'm out front you can buzz me in. Thanks again for doing this.

        -Yup. See you soon.

I drop back on my bed debating to hop in the shower before he arrives or not.. I sure I'm a gross mess. I decide to wait, he'll be here in less than ten, may as well chill for a bit before he arrives. I kinda can't believe I'm having him crash here. I don't really know him. Alas, in the age of social media it's as if we've known each other for awhile, the amount we have been messaging...but then again, you never really know. I'm sure all is fine. He seems like a cool guy. Besides he'll be out the door early and then I'll have my room to myself for the day. I pull out some extra blankets for the couch in my room. He can also crash in the living room if he likes since my roommates are out of town for work at the moment. My phone lights up again

-I'm out front.

        -cool I'll buzz you in. Apt 2, first door to the right.

I hear a knock and go to open the front door. Phew, he is exactly who he said he was, so my trust settles back in me.

"Hey! Come on in. Hope it wasn't too hard getting here?"

"No not at all. I'm pretty good at mastering things." He says with a chuckle and a wink.

I take him into my room and he tosses his stuff down by the couch. He is dressed in some jeans and a tee with a hoodie and some worn Nike Air Max's on. I can see some white crews spying out from under his jeans. His bag doesn't seem to have much in it, wonder if it's just his work clothes for tomorrow. "Sweet room dude. This place is massive for a New York apt, not what I expected."

"Yeah, its freakishly large. Never thought this is the room I'd have in NYC but luck led me to it. The rent is surprisingly cheap too. I have a couple roommates and the three way split makes it super affordable. They're out of town though for two more days so you'll have just missed them"

"Nice. I may have to claim the room for my own." He says in a menacing way and kicks his feet up on the coffee table, revealing the white crews to be white and blue elites.

He makes himself at home pretty quickly for not really knowing each other. I find it slightly odd, but at the same time I like his alpha demeanor. We've never really talked about it, if he is gay or bi or straight or whatever. Regardless, he gives off a superior straight vibe and I go with it.

I plop down on the other end of the couch still exhausted and wondering how soon I can pass out.

"Busy day? You look like you just got home."

He caught me.

"Oh...yeah, busy day. But nah I've been waiting for you since about 8. Just been lazy, ya know? I'm in desperate need of a shower. Been super sweaty since 9am. Haha, I'm a mess." I lie, not wanting him to know I forgot.

"Haha I get it man. I've been going since this morning too. Can't wait to kick my shoes off. Are you planning on crashing soon?"

"Honestly, I would like to soon. Hope you don't mind, I'm beat."

"Yeah no sweat. Care if I watch some TV to wind down? My mind is still running from all the NYC stimulation. Figured I'd watch something on Netflix then pass out." He asks.

"Oh be my guest. I can sleep through anything. What're you gonna watch?" My curiosity getting the best of me.

"I haven't started Stranger Things season 2 yet, so probably that."

"Oh me neither. Maybe I'll sit up and watch that with you then take a shower and crash."

"Awesome man. Let's do it."

I grab the remote and find the show. Jake slouches angled down into the couch some and shoves a pillow behind his head. He is angled across the couch so his legs are off the end on the floor but if he were all the way on the couch his legs would be across my lap. He is very comfortable, very fast, and he hasn't been here for more than twenty minutes.

I start the show and get up to hit the lights and close my door. After I sit back down I get a waft of a strange smell. What is that? It stinks like man sweat. Not like an armpit stink, but Iike sweaty gym clothes. I glance over at Jake, who already looks like he is falling asleep. Surely it's not him because when I greeted him he smelled like cologne. Hmm. I hope it's not my room that would be awkward. About twenty minutes in I see his eyes are shut and I can hear subtle snoring. He's out. I lean forward to grab the remote when at the same time he shifts in his sleep, tossing his legs up on the couch which smash me back down into it and completely pinned under his legs, his sneakers right on my head pinning my face  sideways towards the TV.

What the fuck? I don't budge because this is awkward. I don't even know this guy really. I listen for the sounds of snoring, and hear them again. Ok, I'll just scoot out from under him and kill the TV. That's when I notice the smell...even stronger, and it's bad....it's his feet. The stench of sweaty socks is permeating from his shoes. I take a deep breath and gag a little. It's as if he read my mind.

In his sleep he kicks both of his shoes off. As they plummet to the floor, they reveal two nasty white with blue Nike elite socks. The bottom of them are faded a little from clearly weeks of wear and not a single wash. As he does this he shifts moving his left foot right in front of my face and his right foot sinks down just enough that it's behind my head. I'm fucked. In his sleep he has managed to pin my head between his disgusting socked feet, nose and mouth smashed to the sole of his filthy left sock. The smell is overwhelming: I'm trying to breathe through my mouth but can still smell them. I want to shoot up but I'm horrified. I don't even know this guy and I'm under his feet forced to sniff his socks. My mind is conflicted without even realizing it. While all I want to do is escape, I notice my cock is rock hard. WTF is my problem?!?

I shift my head a little bit when I feel his left foot pushing into my nose. Can this really be happening? Is his foot moving with me in his sleep. I try to pull back and his right foot behind my head pushes me back into his left foot. His socks aren't letting me escape the trap. As I'm laying there puzzled and disgusted I feel him move fast. Before I can understand what is happening he is on top of me shoving a rolled up sock into my mouth. I squirm fighting him off me but he is too fast. My whole body and arms are under him while he shoves this sock deep into my throat. The moment its all the way in he holds my mouth shut and I see the duct tape. Is this guy fucking mad??? He holds my head in place with his knees, legs pinning my arms down to my side as my legs kick and thrust. He rips the duct tape open long and smashes it across my cheeks and mouth. He yanks my head up and wraps it around the back of my head so the tape is fully around my head. He wraps it around one, two, four times so my entire face is covered in duct tape from my chin to the bottom of my nose.

I'm screaming. And screaming and flailing and nothing is helping. He's so fast and so strong. My heart is pounding there's no one here who can help me.

As soon as he finishes my mouth he gets up and I make a run for the door. He throws himself around me from behind and tackles me to my bed. I scream a pathetic scream that's muffled on the sock I'm gagging on and the tape locking it in place. He rips my shirt off over my head and yanks my arms to my sides and gets on top of me again, this time from behind. I hear the duct tape again and start flailing. He slams my head down hard into the bed making me dizzy. Before I can think I feel the duct tape all the way across my lower back going over my right wrist, across my stomach and over my left wrist and across my back again. This is repeated as many times as my mouth was. When he's finished my arms are completely taped to my sides.

Now that I'm even more immobile he gets off me. I stand up and try to run again, but he has already opened the duct tape again and I run right into the band as he already has it in front of me when I try to move forward. I walked right into another layer of duct tape, this time for my upper arms across my chest. This makes him laugh as it was too easy.

"Haha. Fucking faggot." This is the first time he has spoken since "waking up." I can hear the sinister tone in his voice. Fear lurks up my stomach into my throat...meeting the nasty taste that is dripping down my throat from the dirty sock that I'm gagged with. I'm terrified and am almost helpless.

My torso completely bound he throws me onto my bed and rips off my shorts. Leaving me in just my Calvin's, white crews and tennis shoes. This time he sits on my thighs facing my feet. Duct tape goes around my thighs...one, two....six times around. He places a sock between my knees and also tapes around my legs just above my knees. Why the sock?? Am I going to be like this for a long time?? And then finally, across my shins...one...two....six times...*RIP*. The taping is complete.

I lay there. Stunned, confused, fucking terrified...staring up at my ceiling in my own room. Nowhere to run, no one to help me. How the fuck did I get into whatever the fuck this mess is?

He's standing up looking at me, and busts out laughing. He is overcome with laughter. He's laughing so hard at me, helpless on my bed.

"BAHAHAHAHAHA. Dude, dude I'm sorry...I'm sorry but this is fucking hilarious. If only you could see what you look like!!! And your eyes that whole time, so scared, so confused!! Hahahaha...fuck dude you're such a faggot!"

I'm so confused still.

He sits down at the top of the bed , and pushes me over so he can stretch his legs out. I see his blue and white elites right in front of my face next to me on the bed...he begins to spill.

"You were too easy dude...too nice. I knew I was gonna fuck you up the moment you started following me. I looked through your page and thought, look at this cute little faggot, he seems too innocent. Then the likes started coming through. One, two, six likes. Then i noticed the pattern...every picture was of me in my crew socks. Coincidence? Maybe. So I started posting pics purposefully of me in my crews. You liked only those ones, not the others. So I posted one without my shoes on, you commented instantly. I knew you were fucking with me...you had to be dealt with."

Is he fucking with me? His crew socks??? I don't give a fuck about his socks.. Is he crazy?? He continues..

"So that's why I'm here," he throws his foot behind my head and drags my face into his other sock. This time I have no choice but to breathe through my nose and the stench is horrible. I'm whimpering and squirming but my whole body is taped up. I can't budge an inch. I take a deep breath because I need to breathe and his rank sock FILLS my lungs. I feel my dick pulllllllse. Is he right?? Do I like his socks? The smell is disgusting and I want to escape but my dick is rock hard. "You're gonna sniff my mother fucking socks all night long. I'm gonna sleep right here in your bed and your nose is gonna be buried in the bottom of my socked feet all night inhaling. That sock in your mouth will just get wetter and wetter and the sweat will drip out down your throat all night long. Hahaha, you're so fucked faggot!!"

I jerk and move but it's useless. He starts tormenting me shoving his toes into my nose, pulling my face in tight to his foot. I'm breathing in deep deep breaths of his nasty blue and white elites. He's loving every second of it.. He takes both feet and covers my face smashing my head down into the bed

"Yeah, deep breaths you stupid fucking fag!"

I can't move. I want to cry. I want to escape. I can't go anywhere but let him annihilate my nose with his socks. I notice I'm thrusting my hips back and forth, humping the air. My god? I really am turned on. What a sick fuck.

"Oh look. See I fucking knew it! You love this!! You love my nasty jock socks don't you boy? Yeah I've been wearing these all week for your faggot face. You love it don't you? Answer me!!" He puts his hand in my underwear and grabs my dick. I whimper.

"Mmhmmm mmmyes ssmm!" I try to say yes sir and muffles come out. I realize now my dick is covered in precum. He is rubbing it all over my dick and I feel like I could blow any second!

"Haha god you faggots are all the same! You all love my disgusting socks. You're pathetic...but you know what, you're enjoying this way too fucking much.." He starts jerking my cock. He locks my head into place between his feet again forcing me into the deep sniff position. I don't want this. I don't want to cum with my face in his socks but I'm in total fucking ecstasy! I can feel the cum. It's creeping up fast in my cock. It's almost there...it's at the edge...it ERUPTS out of my cock, all over my body and across the room. He laughs so hard at the site of it and falls back wiping his hands on my sheets.

I'm laying there disgusted with myself, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep, drained and embarrassed, when I feel a pit in my stomach. I realize I'm not going anywhere.

"...I told you you were enjoying it too much. And we can't have that can we?"

My eyes get huge and I start whimpering. There's a lump in my throat and I am sweating. What does he mean??

"I didn't jerk you off for your pleasure fag...I jerked you off for your misery. You see, under these elites is something even worse. Something disgusting. You see, I've been wearing the same pair of white Hanes crew socks every day for a full month straight. Every gym session, every night to bed, every day at work, underneath every pair of dress socks I've had to wear. They've been taking alllll the sweat. And now that I have you drained, I'm going to bed, and these elites are coming off, and you're gonna sniff my fucking filthy rancid Hanes all night long while I sleep. Your cock is drained, and you won't even like it. You're going to be miserable and you won't have any choice. How do you like that faggot?"

I can feel myself tearing up. This is awful. How did I let this happen? I start screaming but my screams are so muffled and there is no one home. How do I get out of this? There is no way out. He starts to peel off the socks...

"Scream all you want fag but luckily for me, your roommates aren't home. Haha, how did I get so lucky?? Gone for two days? Such a shame..."

He pulls the last sock off and tucks a pillow behind my head. He lays back at the top of the bed and I'm staring up at him. His two disgusting Hanes socks are revealed now and their smell is toxic. It fills the room instantly. The bottom of the socks are slightly brownish yellow from the days and days of sweat. My head Is perfectly propped up and he fully extends his legs, my eyes are wide as he feet come straight for my face. His sock meets my nose, wet from the sweat. His other foot smashed against the side of my face holding my head in place and covering my cheek and my eye slightly so I can see the stained gross font of "Hanes" right in my eyesight. He starts laughing as a tear rolls down my eye. The smell is horrible and I'm not even turned on. I want to escape but I HAVE NO CHOICE but breathing in these disgusting socks..  He turns the TV off finally...

"Goodnight faggot...welcome to your new world...

Oh and by the way...there is no work function, I lied, I came here to torture you...and unluckily for you your roommates are gone for two more days...you won't be going anywhere for the next 48 hours. You belong to my socks...and I will wake up in the middle of the night to drain you and go right back to bed. You will suffer and I will be in heaven. Scared now?"

I start to cry more but fight it because I don't want him to hear. I try to move but can't. I'm breathing deep breaths of his nasty Hanes and can feel my dick slowly starting to wake up again. I hear him starting to snore and know it's going to be a long , long, disgusting night. I look at his feet from my bound position, perfectly cradling my gagged face, making sure every breath is through his month old dirty Hanes...