Clean them (Patreon)

Look man, you made them dirty, you clean them. They are brand new. I've not even worn them for a game yet and it's not even mud, it's ketchup.

Of course sir, it was my fault that you weren't looking where you were going and made me drop my got dog all over your nice new boots. If you hand them over I'll clean them right away.

Look pal, I've got a game in like two minutes I ain't got time for taking them off, clean them with your tongue.

Sr, I can't do that, something weird will happen if I do, here I've got a cloth in my bag.

No, use your tongue, worship my boots, my feet.

Sr, you don't understand if I use my tongue things will change.

I know they will, my boots will be clean. Get down and lick them.

Sir, if you insist but don't say I didn't warn you.

So I got down on my knees and began to lick the ketchup from his boots, I managed to get it all off, even managed a bit off his socks too. People were laughing all around me and he was being rather aggressive about the whole situation. He was trying to humiliate me, but it was me who would have the last laugh. Now my corporal form was no where to be seen and I had become he very boots upon his feet. All I needed now was a bit of his sweat to seep into the boots and his body would be mine.