Sunny Appleby swirled his tongue around the hard candy of a strawberry lollipop, getting it nice and slick before popping it into his mouth. The stick jutted from the corner of his mouth like a cigarette, and the pretty young Shinx sat up on the couch as he looked at his phone and read the name of his next client.

“Bui?” he said, sounding almost bored. He looked the picture of a spoiled little pretty boy, in a white crop top and pink short shorts, the look completed by rosy pink Converse sneakers that Bui couldn’t help but sneak repeated glances at.

“Yeah?” The Furret stepped forward, gulping a little, the young man’s hands held together as he looked at Sunny with an odd expression of anticipation and fear. There was a voice in the back of his mind telling him to turn around, to go home and keep his money safe from the greedy fingers of the dominant Shinx, and yet that voice fell on deaf ears. One didn’t visit Sunny Appleby for a cheap fuck, after all.

“How’d you get your money, Bui?” Sunny’s tone was light, almost friendly, and yet there was that unmistakable undercurrent of domination there. It was as though every word drew Bui in closer to the boy sitting on the couch, who was looking at the Furret less like another person and more like a curious item at an auction he might want to buy.

“Um…” Bui thought about how much he should reveal to Sunny, electing to simply say “investments” and leave it at that.

“Mmmm,” Sunny said. “Well, hope you haven’t lost that magic touch, ‘cuz you’re gonna need to get real lucky by the time I’m through with your sorry ass.” He extended both his feet out in front of him, looking at Bui as though he was a disobedient servant. “Well? On your fucking knees.”

Bui fell on his knees before the Shinx so quickly that it almost left bruises from the impact. The Furret shuffled forward towards Sunny, reaching his hands out as though to grab hold of his foot, only for that pretty pink Converse to be yanked back suddenly.

“Did I fucking tell you to touch me?” Sunny snapped.

Bui groaned, his face going red. “N-no, Master Sunny.”

“You know,” the Shinx continued, a wicked little smile coming across his face. “Usually I’d only charge fifty for five minutes, but since you fucked up already and you’re loaded I’ll bump it up to a hundred for five minutes. Got it?” The Shinx rested back in the couch, looking down at the Furret, his lollipop stick twitching as he suckled on the candy.

Bui blinked in horror as he heard those rates. A hundred dollars for five minutes? That was fucking highway robbery! He would have to be stupid, self-destructive or both to pay the brat that much money for five minutes of worship...and yet, it was just so tempting, and the thought of turning back now made Bui feel sick.

He reached into his pocket, fishing out the leather wallet that he had stuffed almost to capacity with bills in anticipation for today’s session with Sunny. Bui went to the outermost ring of bills, biting his lip to prepare for the stupid, stupid thing he was going to do, and pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill, handing it to Sunny almost bashfully. You might have thought he was buying tampons from how ashamed he looked.

“See?” Sunny said, yanking the hundred dollar bill from Bui’s hand and running his thumb along the smooth paper surface. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Bui blushed, but nodded. “No, Master Sunny.”

“Good.” Sunny moved his legs, and those pristine pink Converse sneakers were placed right in front of Bui, crossed at the ankles. “Get to work.” His voice was as teasing and sweet as always, but there was no disobeying this order.

Bui lowered his head, the Furret gently holding Sunny’s ankle as he exposed the sole of the sneaker in front of him and pressed his face against it. These were brand new sneakers, Bui could tell from just the smell of them; fresh rubber, clean cotton. He stuck his tongue out, dragging it along the sole from the bottom of the heel all the way to the tip of the toe. His tongue ran along the bumps and creases of the sole, leaving marks along the smooth pink muscle as he licked. The taste was already tangy and slightly bitter on his tongue, but it was a taste that he had long ago acquired.

“Awwww, aren’t you just a good boy?” Sunny cooed, mockingly simpering over those words as he bit down on his lollipop. Crunch! “You’re exactly the kind of boy I like, you know,” the Shinx continued as he chewed on the hard candy. “You’re rich, you’re spineless, and you get hard whenever I treat you like shit. You’re just a little piggy bank for me, aren’t you?” He giggled, playfully tapping Bui on the forehead with the tip of his toe before making him get back to work.

Bui just made a quiet, high-pitched little moan against the sole of Sunny’s sneaker, combing his tongue along the surface once more before pressing a big wet kiss against the toe. He kept on like this, too, switching feet and giving love to the other sneaker, licking it tirelessly and affectionately. Those who knew Bui would say that he was meek and out of place in his professional life; seeing him here, kneeling in front of a pretty little Shinx brat, worshiping his sneakers and paying him handsomely for the privilege, anyone could see that the Furret was in his element. This was what he was born to do. This-

“Times up!” Sunny said, as an alarm on his phone went off with an irritating beeeeeeep. “Do you want more?” He grinned a toothy grin as Bui desperately nodded in the affirmative, his head still lowered to the ground.

“You know what to do,” he said, motioning with an outstretched hand. “Pay up.”

---

“Thirty-seven hundred...thirty-eight hundred...thirty-nine hundred...four thousand!”

Bui, in a breathtaking display of impulsion, decided to stop the steady drain of his resources and just handed his whole wallet over to the greedy Shinx that was robbing him blind. Sunny would make sure he would regret that decision in time, but for now Bui was hard at work worshiping the pretty boy’s feet; this time, those sneakers were out of the way, showing off the sweaty white satin socks covering Sunny’s legs up to his thighs.

“Forty-one hundred...forty-two hundred...forty-three hundred..:”

Just to rub in how much the Furret was giving to him, Sunny took special care to count out every last bill that was stuffed in his wallet. It provided a constant, mocking soundtrack to the debased, perverted activity the Furret was performing with gusto. Bui had lifted up Sunny’s foot and lay his head underneath it, letting the Shinx press his foot down over his face and jam his nose right into those sweaty, delicate little toes.

“Forty-four hundred...forty-five hundred...forty-six hundred…”

For as pretty as his feet were, and as pretty as Sunny himself was, it hardly smelled of roses. Well, that’s not entirely true-there seemed to be a rose-scented perfume that Sunny used, and that carried down to the feet. But on the whole, there was the ripe, sour scent of smelly toes, shoved mercilessly in Bui’s face and used to put him firmly in his place-right beneath the domineering heel of Sunny Appleby.

“Forty-seven hundred...forty-eight hundred…”

Bui’s tongue stuck out again, flicking against the satin-clad heel of Sunny’s foot before dragging it up the salty, tangy sole. He took a couple of passes over it, redoubled his efforts, and got back to work licking and sucking on those sweet, nasty toes that were constantly wiggling in the Furret’s face, taunting him and egging him on.

“Forty-nine hundred...five thousand! Goddamn, you really are hungry for this, aren’t ya?” Sunny laughed, taking a sip from the frothy glass of coke in his hand. “What kind of a dirty fucking lowlife would give me five grand just to sniff my pretty little feet?” He lifted his foot, pressing both of them down on Bui’s face, now. “Hmmm? Why don’t you tell me? What kind of a faggot would do that?”

Bui would have told him, of course, but he had both soft, yielding feet shoved in his face, pressing down over his lips and smothering out any noise under their sweaty might. Instead, he just sniffed and snorted, his tongue lolling out and licking here and there, partly as a show of worship and partly just to get that salty, raunchy taste back into his mouth. “Nnnnngh…haaaaaaah…”

“You know it’s not just gonna stop there, right, doormat?” Sunny said, a serene little smile on his face. “You’re gonna keep coming back, and you’re gonna be giving me even more money so I can make you my bitch. I bet you’ll end up paying fifty grand for a pair of my gym socks by the end of the month, won’t you? I’ve dealt with spineless little nothings like you before, y’know.”

The thought made Bui’s mouth dry up. He knew that, if he kept seeing Sunny after this, he would end up ruined. Whatever professional career he had would end up wrecked, his rapidly-depleting bank account would be emptying quicker than it could be filled back up, and his relationships, both personal and professional, would be sullied beyond repair. There would be no room for anything else in his life, nothing but the wicked pretty boy and his soft, smelly feet.

But if all of that was true, why couldn’t he just get away? He could put a stop to this if he really wanted, after all; if it was going to be such a disaster, why didn’t it feel like it? Why wasn’t there any urgency to stop? As soon as Bui thought the question, he realized the answer; simply put, those were all acceptable sacrifices if it meant keeping up his fervent, fevered worship. The sane, everyday voice was screaming for him to stop, but it was like the buzz of a fly’s wings as it gets stuck in a spider’s web.

“Now, I want you to repeat after me, boy,” Sunny said, smirking down at the Furret. “Say ‘I am Master Sunny’s piggy bank.’” A pause, then another kick to the side of the head. “Go on.”

“Mmmmf!” Bui looked up, panting, his eyes watering. “I am Master Sunny’s piggy bank.”

“Say ‘I live for Master Sunny’s pretty feet.’”

“I, mmmmgh...I live for Master Sunny’s pretty feet.”

“Say ‘I will destroy my life for Master Sunny’s pleasure.’” The shiny Shinx tilted his head down at Bui, that smug little grin omnipresent.

“I…” Bui cleared his throat. Did he really have to say it? “I will destroy my life for Master Sunny’s pleasure.”

“Good boy!” Sunny giggled, and Bui realized why he fell so hard for this little demon in the first place.

“I think you deserve a treat, don’t you?”

---

Five hours later, Bui staggered out the front door of Sunny’s house, five thousand dollars poorer and with the niggling feeling that he was committing slow-motion suicide. He opened the door of the shiny car that would soon become too expensive for him, settled into the soft, comfortable driver’s seat, and slammed the door behind him.

He rested his forehead against the steering wheel, not pressing down, simply laying there for a moment. He took deep breaths, and his eyes were shut as tight as he could shut them. For a moment, his bottom lip quivered, but just as quickly it was steadied.

Bui sat back up, started the car, shifted into drive and pulled out of the driveway of the Appleby residence. He pulled into the street, made a right turn, and drove into the night, towards whatever else would be waiting for him as he travelled down this rabbit hole.