My Friend in the Library

Author – Vs

So this one day my friend, lev and I were in the library and playing a game of cards. We of course had our shoes off he wore plain light gray thick socks and I wore white socks with blue toes and heels. we’re having a great time. In the end he won the game and we stood up to put on his shoes I slipped mine on again he began looking under the table.

I asked him “what’s wrong?” And he says “I can’t find my shoes.”
“Oh you want help.” “(Sigh) yes.” And we looked everywhere, under tables, under cabinets under everything but we can’t find them. Eventually we give up. Thankfully I always pack extra clothes, I tell him to borrow my extra pair of socks, he disregards it for a bit but after touching the cold, wet, sticky and just all around gross floor outside the library he subsides saddened. He told me it was his only pair and can’t afford new shoes till next month. I tell him I feel for him.

Next time we go to the library I am hesitant to take my shoes off. Seeing this lev starts getting suspicious and asks me why I won’t just “take em’ off and if I fear he’ll take them I say no and he says ok take them off to prove it. I take them off so fast they almost fling to the next table revealing 3 pairs of black socks with blue heels and toes just in case my shoes get stolen. I try to quickly grab them but then I notice he is wearing shoes. I ask ask him how’d he get those because a day ago he said he had none? He responds with I checked me mums room and found some older shoes.

Then he does the unexpected! He takes off his shoes revealing 2 pairs of grey socks (clearly he prepared) and grabs my shoes. I ask calmly what he’s doing? “ I am making a deal.” “W-what deal?” I question, “to prove your innocence I will put our shoes on the other side of the library, if you agree I won’t suspect you anymore but our shoes might get stolen if you disagree I will continue to suspect you and possibly steal all of your shoes I agree reluctantly thanking myself for wearing worn out shoes and it being close to the end of the day.

We played some draughts and card games before getting bored and deciding to work out I ask if I have to do push ups in socks he said yes so I did it we did a few work out activities like squats and lifting chairs. (come to think of it how did the library let us do that) Being a very VERY weak guy my third layer was soaking literally, it was like you poured sweat on it his was less but similar. We decided to change our liner sock and at that time I forgot about our shoes until we stepped out of the library to leave we stepped on the outside ground and felt a shiver go down our spine we remembered to get our shoes. We turned around went to the place were we left our shoes and then they weren’t there!

Anxious we look around and can’t find them! I was in less of a panic then I thought and more happy my friend no longer suspects me. He turns and says “whelp guess you didn’t do it.” And hugs me then he says “hey can you walk with me home.” I respond with sure.

Before we go lev says “Wait! I don’t want socks to rip what caaaaannnn… oh wait I came prepared.” and pulls out like 4 pairs all the same colour, light gray. I say hey me too funnily enough (and pulls out three light grey socks) but you choose those and not the ones your wearing?” “Oh, they’re just older.” “fair.” And we put the rest of our socks (now at five pairs per person) we exclaimed how fat and hard our feet were and on the way stopped at a playground to try the thickness out we both kicked an electric pole and damn were our feet hard and hot when we were nearing the middle of our walk we both wanted to take a layer off but didn’t have the courage or effort while we were sweating buckets at levs house.

We were set up for the night I said the stupid thing of saying bet I’d last longer then you in those socks. Lev said he could do it till supper “ I could do it all afternoon?” “I could until bedtime.” “After bedtime.” (Momentary pause) “tomorrow morning” “all day.” Bet i could in 6 socks” I stupidly said “7” he said “oh really lev I raise to 8 huh wot bout dat.” (Another pause) “9” “10” “how much you betting.” Lev asked “£50” “60” “70” “80” “100” “deal” lev responds.

Bet is: who can last

-all night and all day
-wearing 10 pairs
– for £100

We decided to agree on the light grey sock we wore home. We looked at each other’s socks and when we deemed them okay we put them on. After putting last pair on we both regretted doing this but a deals a deal. Our feet were stif and awkward we had to wear our parents boots to fit and even then it was uncomfortable our feet and when at school the second we sat down our boots flew off and the class smelled.(you try wearing ten pairs at once in your biggest boots) Heck at recess we took our boots off left them in our lockers and went in the library bare socked. And then gym happened. We realized gym class is today and we both were dreading it we went to gym and first they made us run a lap afterwards, if it was quiet you could hear squishing from our boots. Lev and I were fading on our strength to in the bet. It was an activity so we each had to different challenges during gym first we had squats, the 50m run , football, pull ups and finally dodgeball. After that I told lev to give up we had math. If you don’t know math is in by far the hottest room in the building. He had a look of shock on his face while we went to math during math many kids looked at us strangely because of how much we sweated and how much the room smelled.

We both managed to get through the day and the bet contours to this day
Here’s what I’m wearing tonight!

Don’t Lie

Author – Jman

Brandon, Vince, Mark and Tom left the school premises in violation of the closed campus policy. They thought that no one had noticed them but the principal caught them leaving school on the security cameras. One by one, he called each of them into the office.

Brandon was first. He had some new Red Wing work boots and did not like the prospect of losing them. The principal asked him if he left school. Brandon said that he did not. He was shown the video footage. The principal said, “You lied. Give me your boots.” Brandon was frustrated but knew that arguing was no use so he had down and took off his brand new work boots and gave them to the principal who placed them on the shelf. Brandon was told to remain in the office.

Next Tom was summoned. Tom was wearing blue pumas that were kind of worn but still had some use left in them. He walked in and saw Brandon sitting in his socked feet. The principal asked him if he left school. Tom said that he did not. The principal showed him the video footage of him leaving school. “You have lied,” the principal said, “give me your shoes.” Tom then sat down and took of his shoes revealing brown socks. Tom’s shoes were placed next to Brandon’s boots. Tom was told to remain in the office.

Vince was the next one to be called to account. He saw Brandon and Tom in their socked feet. He was asked if he had left school. He told the truth that he did and proceeded to take off his Converse All Stars to forfeit them. The principal told him, “These two have lied and they lost their shoes, because you told the truth, you get to keep your shoes. At first I was going to take your shoes but since you told the truth, I felt that you should have a different fate then those who lied.” Vince was told to remain in the office.

Mark was then summoned. He was asked if he had left school. He lied and said that he did not and was confronted with the evidence against him. The principal said, “Brandon and Tom are in the their socks because they lied. Vince still has his shoes because he told the truth. If you had told the truth you could have kept your shoes but since you lied, you will lose yours also.” Mark was then asked to take off his brown school shoes.

Vince knew that he deserved to lose his shoes also. After leaving the office, he went into the gym and walked on the floor with street shoes and was caught and had to give up his shoes.

When you are called into the office, honesty is the best policy.

Stag Don’t

Author – Sam Sneaks

The city I live in is famous for many things, one thing in particular is that it’s a haven for stag do’s (bachelor parties for our friends across the pond).

When the weather is warm (and frequently even when it isn’t) they can be seen getting off the train at the station by the dozen, identical T-shirts, fancy dress, just that general look about them that says ‘We’re about to get absolutely hammered because it’s fun!’

It had been a long day in a stifling office and I was looking forward to getting home; sitting down and maybe re-reading a few of my favourite Where’s My Sneaks stories.

I could see them ahead on the pavement, 7 of them in identical red t-shirts sorting a cartoon drawing of a man’s face with stag horns coming out of his forehead. They were already well into the swing office things based on the way they were yelling and mock rough-housing a tall blond guy in his late 20s.

It was rush hour and the queue of cars at the lights wasnt moving fast, I had the windows down to let some fresh air in and try and blow the cobwebs away so could hear them quite clearly.

“Those trainers are crap!” Said one.

“Fuck off!” Said the stag, “they’re my favourite pair, Alex bought them for me after our first date!”

“They’re still crap, and beaten to shit! You should throw them out and get some Nikes like the rest of us!”

The lights changed to green so I put them out of my mind and pulled forward, coming to a stop just at the lights as they changed back to red.

“Here we’ll help you, Doug grab his arms!”

“Get the fuck off me you pricks!” bawled someone.

There was the sound of scuffling and two dirty blue objects flew in through my passenger side window and landed on the seat next to me.

Before I could do more than blink the lights changed again and I had to pull forward across the junction.

I crossed the road then pulled in to the side to see what had just happened.

I looked down and there to the side were a pair of beaten up Adidas sambas, their warm odeur starting to fill the car even against the scents of the city.

I looked up into my rear view mirror to see the stag striding across the road towards me, face set in a determined expression.

Without hesitation I picked up the sambas and gave them a little wave through the rear windscreen as i pulled away from the curb and away drink the stag.

It’s Britain and the summer weather doesn’t last long but the site of the stag, stunned expression on his face while his mates double over in laughter (and the rear dashcam footage that caught the whole incident) kept my heart warm on many a cold night while those sambas did a very similar effect on my toes.

Shoenapped

Author – lrsocks

Marty had decided to stay a little longer to shoot some hoops. He would soon regret that decision. Trey rode up on his bike. Marty said “What’s up little man?” Trey responded, “I want those Air Jordan’s.” Marty looked down at his black, red and white high-top sneakers. “I ain’t giving you my sneakers man”, Marty said. Trey said, “I think you will hand them over.” A guy stepped behind Marty followed by another one and another until Marty was surrounded by five guy. He knew he could have taken Trey, but not all six of them.
Before Marty could run the guys grabbed him and pulled him to the ground and held him there. Trey got off his bike and said, “I told you that I was going to get those sneakers.” Marty’s struggle was in vain as Trey untied the right sneaker and slipped it from Marty’s foot followed by the left one leaving Marty in his red and white elite sock feet. Trey thanked him for the sneakers and got back on his bike and rode off followed by the other guys.
Marty’s brother Calvin asked, “Where are your shoes” when he walked in the house shoeless. Marty didn’t want his brother to know what happened so he told him he had taken them off so as not to dirty the floor. Marty quickly headed up to his bedroom. Calvin knew something was wrong, so he looked outside and found no shoes. He wasn’t going to make his little brother tell him what happened, but he was going to find out for himself.
After asking around the neighborhood Calvin found out the truth. He went looking for Trey. On his way his friend Dave joined him on his quest. They approached Trey at the basketball court and asked about Marty’s sneakers. Trey didn’t deny taking Marty’s sneakers. He told Calvin to hand over his too. Calvin wasn’t having it until all of the guys started showing up out of nowhere surrounding him. When the guys grabbed Calvin, Dave tried to help, but was also grabbed too.
They both were held to the ground while Trey started removing one of Calvin’s Adidas NMDs and another guy started removing one of Dave’s high-top Vans. Before he could remove Calvin’s other one, a cop car drove past and stopped. Trey and his friends scattered. Dave helped Calvin up, and they headed home each of them missing a shoe. Marty noticed Calvin only had one shoe on when he walked in the door. Calvin told him don’t ask and went to his bedroom.
The next day Calvin and Dave walked to Trey’s house to confront him alone without his boys. Calvin banged on the outer steel bar door. Trey opened the inner door and started laughing. He said, “If it isn’t one shoe Calvin and Dave.” Calvin told him to return his shoe plus the ones he took from Marty. Trey told him you must be crazy and turned to go back in the house. There was a gap between two of the bars big enough for Calvin to grab Trey’s ankle and yank it through.
Calvin then pushed the bars back together so that Trey could not get his foot out without loosing his sneaker.Trey pulled and pulled but could not get his foot free. He tried using his other foot to get free, but Calvin grabbed it and yanked it through the other bars. Now he had no way of getting free. He cursed and yelled but it did not help. Luckily he had on Marty’s Air Jordan’s. Trey thought Calvin was going to just pull them from his feet, but Calvin had other plans.
Calvin told Trey if he returned Dave and his shoe, he would help him get out. Trey said no deal, so Calvin told Dave let’s get out of here. There was no way Trey was getting free without help. He thought about it and decided that he could at least keep Marty’s sneakers. Luckily he had put Calvin and Dave’s shoes right next to the door. He was able to reach over and grab them. He handed them to Calvin. Calvin handed Dave both shoes.
Trey was surprised when Calvin grabbed the heels of both sneakers on his feet and started pulling. The sneakers slowly slipped away from Trey’s black and white elite sock feet. After Calvin had removed the sneakers him and Dave walked away leaving Trey stuck in the door.Trey tried to protest, but Calvin told him that was his punishment for stealing people’s shoes. Marty was smiling ear to ear when his brother came through the front door with his sneakers in his hands.
Marty never stayed late at the basketball court again and watched his surroundings. Trey never messed with Calvin, Dave or Marty again.

Tough Lesson Learned

Author – lrsocks

I thought I had learned my lesson the first time, but there I was taking a short cut through the park again. I had forgotten about the incident until I heard a familiar voice say, “You came to return my boots.” I stopped dead in my tracks even though my mind told my legs to keep going. My mind kept telling me to keep moving, but my body decided to turn around on its own. I started remembering the incident as I faced the six foot guy that had stolen my boots before in the park. He said, “That was not nice to steal my boots from me.” I thought to myself, these are not your boots; they are mine. When I did not respond the guy said, “Just give them to me, and I will be on my way.”
Now my body decided to listen to my mind. As I turned to run I realized that we were not alone. The guy had brought a friend, and he was just as tall and big as him. I froze again. My mind was screaming, “Run fool run!”, but my body just could not do it. The guy’s friend said, “Is this the guy that stole your boots?” The guy responded, “Yep, he’s the one, but he is going to return them now.” I had no intentions of giving him my boots. My mind started racing trying to figure a way out of this situation without giving up my boots.
As they started to close the gap between us I took off into the park away from the path. I didn’t know where I was going or how fast I was running, I just wanted to get away. I heard the two guys following me, so I started running faster. As I ran deeper and deeper into the park it got harder for me to run. This part of the park was not meant for people to explore. The trees and bushes got more dense until I was no longer running but struggled to push forward. I no longer knew where I was going or how to get out. When I could not go any further I realized that my feet were no longer touching the ground. I was now climbing through the thick bushes.
I decided to go back the way I had come until I heard the two guys voices getting louder. I tried to move forward, but i could not. I looked back in horror as the two guys started getting closer and closer to my position. My mind told my body to keep moving, but the bushes just would not allow it. I could barely see that my booted feet were really up in the air off the ground. I admitted defeat when the two guys stepped into view right behind me. The guy said, “I told you I would get my boots back didn’t I.” His friend just laughed and smiled at me.
There I was stuck in the bushes and at the mercy of two guys that wanted to steal my boots. I could do nothing to stop them either. The guy said to me, “If you don’t want me to take my boots, all you have to do is put your feet down.” I responded, “I don’t want you to take my boots. They are not yours.” I tried my hardest to lower my feet to the ground, but it was no use. In my haste to get away, I had literally put myself in a situation that I could not get out of other than backing out into them. I just admitted defeat.
I almost started to cry when I felt a hand on my right boot. I looked back in time to see the guy grip my right boot’s heel and square toe. He slowly started pulling towards him. I could feel my foot slipping out of my boot. I tried to curl my toes to keep that boot on, but it was no use. He decided to torture me by doing it slowly instead of yanking it off. First the big grey ‘W’ at the top of my white crew sock revealed itself, then came the grey heel. Finally the grey toe part of my sock slipped away from the boot. The guy now had my right boot in his hands with a big smile on his face.
There was nothing I could do. The guy gave his friend the honor of removing my left boot from my foot. Somehow this made it worse because now two guys were stealing my boots instead of one. His friend did exactly as he had done and gripped the heel and toe of my left boot. He slowly started pulling revealing more of my other white crew sock until my foot slipped free of that one as well. Now I was in my sock feet only bootless again. I only had myself to blame. I should have remembered when he had stolen my boots before.
To my horror the situation was far from over. The guy’s friend said, “I think he owes you something more for stealing your boots and trying to run away with them.” I screamed no as I tried to remove myself from my current position. The guy’s friend said, “I think you deserve those boot socks as well.” I turned and said, “No, not my socks too.” It fell on deaf ears as I heard the guy say that his friend was right.
I watched in horror as the guy gripped the top of my right crew sock and started peeling it from my leg. I struggled as much as I could, but the sock just slowly got taken revealing first my hairy shins followed by my ankle, then my heel. I could feel the coolness of the air as my sock was pulled away from my heel, over my arch, away from the ball, and finally away from my toes. I spread my toes not believing that my sock had just got taken from my foot.
I saw the guy point to his friend and then to my left sock foot and said, “Will you do the honor?” His friend gripped my other sock and slowly pulled it off revealing my leg, my ankle, my heel, my arch, the ball of my foot, and finally my toes. I could not believe what was happening to me. Not only was I embarrassed, I had started crying in the process. What made it worse was when the guy said, “You brought this on yourself; you should have never stolen my boots.” For a second I started to get angry, but it did no good. I was helpless.
The guys crawled and walked away laughing. I sat there for a few minutes feeling sorry for myself not believing that my boots had been stolen not once but twice by the same guy. Not only had he stolen my boots but also took my socks leaving me barefoot in the woods. I was defeated. After sulking for a while i slowly backed out of the bushes until I could plant my feet back on the ground. It was a painful and long walk back home. Many people laughed at my barefoot situation. Some even pointed and laughed while some just shook their heads.
I came back to that park several times thinking that I would see the guy sleeping on the bench like before so that I could claim my boots again, but I never saw him again. Apparently he had learned his lesson. I learned my lesson the hard way. He learned and gained a pair of boots and a pair of socks. I learned and lost a pair of boots and socks.

Walking that Shoeless Walk of Shame

Author – Shoeless Sub

Ever since I was maybe 15, I’ve always had this slight fetish of being caught barefoot in public, though being a shy person, I would only dare do this at night, when one’s sight becomes limited. I’d look for a street that’s not very busy and go for a walk there when nighttime comes. I’d take off my sneakers and hide them in the dark, and I’d walk along the street barefoot, secretly hoping the few passers by will see my walking in my socked feet. The thrill and shame of being found shoeless always excited me.

Fast forward to now – almost a decade since I first removed my shoes on a street, I’ve now moved to a new city. I’ve kept that habit/fetish with me and was glad when I discovered that a nearby street is the perfect place for me to walk shoeless. The street is pretty busy during the day but surprisingly quiet at night – the sidewalks are dark as there are no lampposts, and there aren’t really any shops or restaurants, so not so many people pass by at night.

Having found this perfect street, I walked shoeless there a few times. Although the excitement was tangible at first, it quickly wore off. And why not? Each time I walk barefoot, I counter very few pedestrians, none of whom realizes that I don’t have my shoes on! That mixture of thrill/shame just never got delivered.

And then today, it exploded. Something wild happened.

You see, I was taking my usual, shoes-on walk tonight and reached that street. I hadn’t planned on walking shoeless and was actually wearing white socks and a part of Jordan 1 Low (had I planned ahead, I’d wear dark socks and cheaper shoes that are easier to slip off – fellow Jordan owners, you should know the pain of putting on and taking off the Jordan 1, even the low-top model). But when I reached the intersection, an urge to remove my sneakers suddenly took over and I thought, why not, let’s do this quick so my white socks won’t become too dirty.

I looked around me and didn’t see any pedestrians. Disappointed that this will be another walk where nobody discovers my bare feet, I unlaced my Jordans, kicked them off at the bike sharing dock, hid them among the bikes parked there, and walked off. During my past walks I hid my shoes at the bike dock because it’s kinda a landmark that saves me from the fear of being unable to find the spot where I hide my shoes, and because very few people come to the dock to borrow a bicycle at night.

Boy was I wrong.

Not long after I walked away from the dock, I saw a man walking toward me. I passed him, and he didn’t seem to realize that I didn’t have shoes on. That was alright, but a few metres after we passed each other, I turned my head and saw that he was actually heading toward the bike dock. Suddenly, fear around in me – if I went back to retrieve my sneakers and put them on in font of him, that would be too deliberately showing him my white-socked feet, and that shame and awkwardness would be too strong for me to handle. Sure, I do want people to catch my walk shoeless, but not in such an obvious way! All I could do was monitor the dock from a distance and wish that he would quickly leave, so that I could get my Jordans back.

It turned out, though, that he wasn’t the only one to frequent the bike dock tonight. Another guy and a woman soon also arrived at there. One by one, they unlocked a bicycle each and drove off.

I rushed back to retrieve my shoes AND THEY WERE GONE! One of them must’ve grabbed my shoes and left. I never thought someone would possibly be interested in stealing my sneakers: worn, slightly dirty, stinks a little, and – I’m very ashamed to confess this – actually has my cum stains inside. Maybe it was because they were Jordans and looked expensive? I just couldn’t figure out.

But I didn’t have the heart to figure out anyway. Instead, I panicked – I’m now stuck, in my white socks, a kilometre away from my apartment building. I had not choice but to walk the shoeless walk of shame.

Or perhaps it’s also be the walk of thrill? What would I feel when people discovered my shoeless feet under the street lights? I had never experienced that before and was eager to figure out.

The Stranger – Part 8

Author – Nike Mike

It’s been over a year since the previous parts where written, unless you want to read them again this fictional story is about a stranger who always persuades anyone to willingly hand over their footwear. You can read the previous parts here.

It had been an embarrassing walk back home, two workmen in high viz jackets walking down the street with pants tucked into our socks to emphasise our shoeless feet.
The place was a mess, Jimmy was watching TV. We drank beer all night seeing as non of us had shoes to wear.
Jimmy was already awake and watching kids cartoons on the TV the next morning when the doorbell rang, It was Theo, another mate who often visits every Saturday morning to discuss the afternoons football matches. I introduced him to Tomasz and Jimmy I told him we are having a gaming weekend.
‘Cool’ he said as he kicked off his white Lacoste trainers revealing his striped black/grey socks. He wanted to stay and play games too.
I looked down at his discarded trainers beside the sofa, the only pair of shoes in the apartment.
We had no beer, without having to explain why I needed his shoes I just sneakily took them as the three sock footed guys stared at the TV.
I put Theos trainers on, they where still warm, I could feel where his feet had worn into the insoles, I got excited and wondered if the stranger had done the same my trainers.
I discreetly left the apartment. As I queued at the supermarket checkout somebody tapped on my shoulder, it was the stranger.
“You lied, you claimed you had no more shoes” he said looking at Theos Lacoste trainers. He invited me to his apartment where I could explain.
As he made coffee, he unlocked a cupboard, inside where two shelves on the top shelf where various trainers and shoes. He said the original owners had either broke the rules or failed to return for them and now they belonged to him. The bottom shelf where ‘pending’, this shelf had Nikes, New Balance and Adidas trainers and work boots. They where mine, Jimmy’s and Tomasz ‘s.
“Looks like they are mine now too unless….” he said looking down at Theos trainers on my feet. I explained I couldn’t give him my mates shoes as he didn’t even know I was wearing them. He smiled locking the cupboard door. As I was about to submit his intercom buzzed, he told whoever it was to come up. He explained it was a policeman wanting to speak to him.
‘I bet you can’t get the copper to take off his boots’ I said jokingly. The stranger smiled, he liked the challenge. If he succeeded I would have to give him Theos trainers off my feet but if he failed I could take all our boots and trainers back. He seemed quite confident but I was sure any policeman would not take off his boots.
The constable was about six feet tall in his mid twenties. The stranger asked him to take off his boots before entering his home.
‘I don’t take off my boots for anyone especially whilst on duty’ said the officer in a stern voice before asking the stranger to speak privately. He took the copper into his living room and closed the door, I returned to the kitchen and drank my coffee wondering how I would carry four pairs of trainers and two pairs of work boots aswell as a case of beer back to my apartment. Jimmy and Tomasz could both go home and Theo would never know I had worn his trainers.
I thought about the other shoes in the cupboard, most where Nikes all fairly worn but a pair of red/black Air Jorden hi tops where in good condition, I guessed that the owner had been upset to have lost them, I would have loved to try them on but they where locked out of reach along with my shoes. My hope of getting my trainers back were dashed when the stranger appeared carrying the coppers size 12 boots.

Kidnapping Dave

Author – SneaksLV

On campus, there is this handsome guy named Dave. He is always looking athletic. Dave is in my calculus class. Everyday, I check out what he is wearing. Today, he was wearing a red collared shirt with khakis. I always check out what sneakers he wears. It seems every few weeks he has a new pair of sneakers. The first week he had on these awesome pair of Nike Air Tailwinds. The next week he had on a pair of mint Adidas Supernovas. The week after that Dave had the sneakers I love the most New Balance 717’s. I had to get my hands on Dave’s pair of New Balance 717’s. I need a way to get them off of Dave’s feet.

In the few weeks following, I made a plan to kidnap Dave, of course with his New Balance 717’s. I made a list of all the items I needed for the kidnapping.
Here is the list:
§ Rope
§ Duct Tape
§ Chloroform
§ A place to keep Dave
§ Bed
§ Handcuffs
§ Gag

The only thing on my list that I needed that I could not get easily was chloroform. I would have to ask one of my friends in the Chemistry department if he could give me a small vial of chloroform. I knew that would be kind of hard. After all my classes, I went over to ask my friend if he could get hold of a vial of chloroform for me. He asked me what was it for. I told him it was for a chemistry lab I need to do at home. He complied and said I will.

Know all of the items in my list were set. All I needed was a time to kidnap Dave. I would have to follow him around campus to see what was a good time for the kidnapping. The next day I followed him around campus without of him knowing. I found out that he had no more classes at 4:30pm. The same time I got out of class. I also found out that he parks his car in D lot exactly where I park. His parking space was D-140. Everything was in place.

Now was the hard part for me, waiting. I would have to have everything in place on the date that he was wearing his New Balance 717’s. It was weeks before Dave wore them, but I was ready for the kidnapping.

The day had finally come. In calculus class, I check out what sneakers he was wearing. To my surprise, they were his New Balance 717’s. I was so anxious to get my hands on Dave’s New Balance 717’s. Classes felt like eternity. Finally at 4:30PM, it was time. I got a handkerchief ready with chloroform and hid in front of Dave’s car. I knew that he usually gets to his car around 4:40PM. That meant I had to wait 10 minutes. Dave came to his car. He was fumbling with his keys to get his car open. I knew that it was the right time to get Dave. I sneaked behind him and placed the chloroformed handkerchief of his mouth and nose. Before long, Dave was unconscious. I dragged him into the back seats of his car. I took his keys and drove off home.

At home, I placed the handcuffs on him so he could not escape from me. Next, I pick Dave up and took him to my bedroom. Next, I tied his ankles together. I then proceed to take his shirt off. I wanted to see his muscular body. I carefully uncuffed his hands and took the shirt off. His body was great. Dave began to regain consciousness. I got the chloroform and a handkerchief. I placed it over his nose again and he struggled, but he became unconscious. I began to tie Dave down to my bed. Once I was finished, I knew he was going to start screaming when he regained consciousness so I place a gag in his mouth and duct taped it shout. I knew I had a short time before he regained consciousness.

Now it was time for fun. I went down to Dave’s feet and started unlacing his right sneaker. Then slipped it off. He had on no show New Balance socks. I checked inside his right sneaker for what size shoe he wears. Guess what? He wears the same shoe size as me a 9.5. I then placed the sneaker up to my nose. He had this great sweat smell in his sneakers. I loved it. After a while on sniffing, I unlaced his left sneaker. I then slipped it off and placed both sneakers under my bed.

I now wanted to check if Dave was ticklish. I began to tickle his right foot. He began to move his feet away. HE IS TICKLISH! I then tickled his left foot. He was know awake and trying to get out from my bondage. I began to start peeling off his no show New Balance socks. I then placed them towards my face. He had this great scent. I then placed his socks in his sneakers and threw the sneakers under my bed. It was time for tickle torture. I tickled Dave for about an hour till he passed out. I then began to untie Dave from my bed.

I pick him up and place him in the backseat of his car and I drove back to campus. I parked in parking space D-140 so he would not suspect anything. I then got out of his car and opened the back seat door. I picked Dave up and place him in the driver’s seat. He was still unconscious from the tickle torture. I when to buckle him up and look down at his feet. He was barefoot. I took off my Asics no show socks and Asics Gel Galileo sneakers and placed them on Dave’s feet. Then I walked barefoot to my car and drove off home.

The next day in my calculus class, I check out what Dave was wearing. He was wearing my Asics Gel-Galileo sneakers. He would never suspect that I stole his New Balance sneakers. I was now the proud owner of Dave’s New Balance no show socks and New Balance 717 sneakers.

Jordan and the guys

Author – Jake

“Hey Dude, What’s up?” Jordan asked his friend on the other end of the telephone, having just picked it up… His friend was inviting him to go with several of his friends to a movie. “Sure, Dude.. meet ya there..” Jordan had no idea what movie he was going to see, but.. it was something to do.. So, Jordan got in his car and left.. The theater his friend said to go to, was at the local mall.. Jordan arrived and found his friend.. They were still waiting for the rest of the guys to show up.. So Jordan went off to find a restroom..

Jordan found the restroom closest to the theater.. There was several other guys hanging around in there.. He didn’t think anything of it though.. He just did his business and was starting to leave when one of the guys came over to him.. “Hey dude, do you have any change? I need to use the phone and none of my friends has any..” Jordan looked at the guy and started searching his pockets.. The guys all gathered around.. surrounding Jordan… Jordan finished searching his pockets, finding nothing, “Sorry man.. I don’t,” he responded. “I’m sorry too, Dude..”

As if it was pre-planned, the 3 other guys who were around Jordan, suddenly attacked him, knocking him to the floor. Jordan was a fairly strong guy, but with 4 other guys on him, his attempts to fight back were pretty worthless. It became quickly clear to Jordan, that these guys weren’t trying to beat him up.. but to steal his stuff.. Two of the guys had pulled Jordan from the floor.. and had him up against the wall.. his feet off the ground.. Jordan tried kicking at the guys.. but it only got him with his feet unwillingly in the 3rd guys hands.. and as a result.. his sneakers and socks were roughly tugged off his feet. Next thing he knew.. Jordan was thrown face first into the floor again.. and the guys surrounded him.. and stole his jeans and his shirt.. then they were just gone.. Leaving him laying there in the restroom floor.

Jordan just laid there in the floor.. He was still in shock.. He couldn’t believe that this had happened to him.. Jordan wasn’t really athletic anymore, hadn’t been since he played football and basketball when he was in High School, but, he was only 25, and stood at about 6’2” and he did still keep in decent shape.. He thought about it, and it seemed to him like he didn’t even fight back, even though, he knew he had.. He had no idea how he was gonna get out of here though. Jordan didn’t want anybody to see him like this.. He had to cover up what had happened somehow. Jordan pulled himself up to his feet, and looked around, there laying on the floor was his wallet and his keys.. they had taken the money out of the wallet, of course.. but nothing else.. Jordan turned and looked in the mirror on the wall.. He looked ok physically, the attack hadn’t left any marks on his body. He looked down at his bare size 12 feet.. but, how was he gonna get home without his clothes? Jordan went into one of the stalls to think..

Jordan’s friend, Kevin, had met up with the rest of the guys.. but, he was wondering what had happened to Jordan, he hadn’t came back yet. So he told the guys he’d catch up with them in a few, and went off looking for Jordan. He remembered that Jordan had said he was gonna go to use the restroom.. So it didn’t take him long to find Jordan….

“Hey Dude, Jordan, you in here?” Kevin called… Jordan heard his friends voice, and said, “Yeah, Dude.. get in here” Kevin came around the corner and saw Jordan standing their in only his boxers.. “Dude! What happened to you?!?” Jordan turned bright red when he saw his best friend looking at him, embarrassed at what he’d let happen to him. He told Kevin what had happened… “Dude, you gotta help me get out of here!” Jordan said, feeling desperate. “Calm down man.. You know I’ll help ya out,” Kevin responded.. He didn’t know how he was gonna do it.. but he knew he had to help his friend out of this.. Jordan had helped him out so many times before… Kevin thought about things for a bit… then he said.. “Dude, the only way we’re gonna get you out of here.. is to make you look at least.. somewhat normal.. so nobody says anything…” Jordan responded, “Yeah I know.. but how are we gonna do that? I’m in nothing but my boxers!” Kevin looked at Jordan for a moment, before saying.. “Here Dude, take these…” Kevin then kicked off his sneakers, and took off his Jeans… revealing a pair of basketball shorts beneath them.. “I came straight from one of my friends houses… didn’t have time to change. So I just put these on over them..” Both guys started laughing a little.. letting out some of the tenseness of the situation, as Jordan quickly pulled on his friends Jeans.. Jordan knew he was gonna owe his friend big for this.. but it would be worth it.. Kevin also gave his friend his jacket, to put on over his bare torso.. As Jordan put that on, Kevin sat down to put his sneakers back on, when he saw Jordan’s barefeet… “Here Dude, take these.. “ he said, without thinking, and he pushed his sneaks towards Jordan… Jordan looked at his friend, shocked.. “Dude, I can’t take those… you need them to get out of here..” Kevin responded, “I’ll be fine man.. I’ve got socks on, you’ve got nothing..” Jordan tried to argue.. but Kevin insisted… he wasn’t gonna let his friend out of there barefoot.. Jordan finally gave in and pulled the sneaks on.. Nervously the two exited the restroom, and headed for the nearest door.

They made it out the door.. without any problems.. one of the mall security guards was heading towards Kevin as they went out.. but that was it… Nobody bothered them.. The two guys quickly headed for Jordan’s car. Kevin had came with one of his friends, so his car was still at his friends place.. Both of them were relieved to had made it out of that situation without getting caught, it was embarrassing enough for Jordan as it was. Jordan knew Kevin would never tell anybody about what had happened, and as for his friends, they’d just figure that the two guys had found some girls or something, and not think anything about it. While they were heading for Jordan’s car, out in the parking lot, Jordan saw two of the guys who had attacked him.. They were running towards a car themselves.. Jordan and Kevin climbed in Jordan’s car, and followed them, watching them as the two jumped in a waiting car and sped off out of the parking lot.

Anxiously wanting to find out where they were going, Jordan and Kevin followed cautiously behind the guys, not sure what they were gonna do. The 4 guys in the other car drove quietly out to a house not too far from where Kevin lived. They got out and went inside the house.. Jordan and Kevin stopped and kept an eye on the house for a few minutes, before coming up with an idea, and going over to Kevin’s house to get a few, supplies.

By the time the guy’s got back over to the house where the 4 guys were.. The 4 guys were coming back out to their car.. Not running this time, but very casually walking. While at Kevin’s house, Kevin had let Jordan borrow some of his clothes so the two of them were now fully dressed again. The 4 other guys were now back on the road, on their way to yet another unknown destination.. Fearful their plan had been killed, Jordan and Kevin followed them anxiously. They followed the 4 guys out to a nightclub, where they went in.. Kevin and Jordan followed them inside.

No surprise to Jordan, the 4 guys went straight to the restroom.. “These guys must be some kinda serial strippers,” Jordan thought. Knowing that Jordan would be recognized, Kevin went in first, Jordan following him a couple of moments later. While Jordan was 25 and 6’1”, Kevin was a couple years younger, only 23, but stronger than Jordan, He kept in much better shape and had wrestled in high school. They were pretty much the same height. They just hoped that the plan they had devised would work. There was a short corridor upon opening the restroom door, the two guys entered at the same time, but Jordan stayed behind and locked the door, while Kevin went on down the corridor and into the restroom.

When Kevin rounded the corner, Jordan heard one of the guys ask him, “’sup dude, you don’t happen to have any money on ya, do ya? My friend over here was kicked outta the house tonight and needs some money for a place to stay” Kevin, of course, answered no, and proceeded on by them, when like clockwork the 4 of them tried to jump him. The 4 guys found Kevin to be much harder to take down than Jordan had been, but as soon as Jordan heard the noises, he came around the corner, 2 on 4 turned out to be much more even odds, little did the 4 guys know, Kevin and Jordan had a plan, and it was working perfectly. Kevin and Jordan each went after only 1 of the 4 guys, grabbing them and shoving them over to the wall of the first stall, where upon Kevin grabbed both their arms and yanked them up, slapping a pair of handcuffs over the bar at the top of the stall-wall, and around the wrists of the 2 guys, trapping them. With 2 guys trapped it was much easier to grab the other two. though surprisingly enough, when Kevin grabbed one of the last two guys, the other guy dove at his ankles completely forgetting Jordan was there, Jordan promptly grabbed the guys ankles and held him down on the floor, while Kevin shoved the other guy against the wall beside the first two, and Jordan got the second guy in place, and with a click, those two guys were just as locked in place. It didn’t take long for Kevin and Jordan to complete their plan, and lock the guys other arms up over their heads too. Forcing all of them to stand there n a Y. The only problem was, the 4 guys were still kicking, but this was an easy fix, as the two guys circled around the kicking 4, behind the wall, and grabbing their legs two at a time, shackled them. Kevin had come up with all the supplies for their captives from his house, Kevin was temporarily living at home again, and his father was a cop, so there was always stuff like hand and anklecuffs in the house. Jordan and Kevin had played with some of the stuff before when they were much younger too.. but that’s another story. Unfortunately for the guys, they hadn’t yet realized that Jordan was the guy they’d just stripped to his boxers at the mall. But they’d figured it out soon enough. As both Kevin and Jordan came back out in front of the bound 4. As soon as they saw Jordan, they recognized him, and while none of them said anything, they knew they were in for something. The youngest and smallest of the 4, pleaded with Jordan to let them go, “come on, let us go, we’ll give ya your stuff back and leave ya alone, just let us go” Kevin was in no mood for whining though, and walked up to the guy and stood right in front of him, telling him to shut up or he’d be sorry. The guy was more scared of Kevin than anything right now, so he shut up instantly. It was around this time, Jordan decided of a new part to their plan, the original plan was only to tie them up and then call the cops, but now the two decided that the cops probably wouldn’t do anything to them, so it was up to Jordan and Kevin to teach them a lesson.. and to start with, they decided the 4 guys had to know what it felt like.. So Kevin and Jordan walked up to two of the guys, Kevin standing in front of the smallest, and Jordan standing in front of the biggest. Kevin caught hold of the smallest guys bound ankles and with a tug pulled him off the floor his feet 18 inches in the air, and with a sharp yank, ripped the smallest guys sneaks and socks off.. letting him flop back against the wall. Jordan was more into his guy though, teasingly running his hands on the bound guys body, embarrassing the guy as he worked his way down to his feet, whereupon he teasingly unlaced the guys sneaks before he yanked them off, pulling the guys socks half off too. In less than a minute all 4 guys had their sneaks ripped off their struggling feet, with most of the socks going with them. 2 pairs of Nikes, a pair of Adidas and a pair of New Balance hit the floor with various socks, and in no time, added to that pile was various pairs of jeans from AE to Tommy to whatever else the guys had, Jordan and Kevin stripped them off efficiently, one held the guys legs while the other yanked their jeans off. They weren’t that nice to their shirts though, Kevin proceeded to rip strip all 4 guys of their shirts, leaving the fabric laying at their feet. They scooped up the stuff, and threw it in a duffle bag Kevin had brought with him, and very quietly let themselves out of the club with the guys stuff. Leaving the 4 stripped guys hanging in the restroom. Now, I’ve heard, that it was a couple of very drunk guys who found them, a couple hours later, and before they managed to get free of that, those guys and several others, had, had plently of fun with the 4 dude’s bodies.. but that’s another story.. Needless to say, those 4 embarrassed dudes, never did bother anybody again.

My girlfriends jealous Ex

Author – Jay

Harry and I were attending the Mayors charity lunch event. Harry took photos whilst I reported for the local newspaper. We were wearing our suits, which suited me, pardon the pun, as I would be meeting my new girlfriend, Katie, for dinner later and I wanted to look smart to impress her.
It was an easy afternoon until we were called back to the office.
A traffic cop and my editor were waiting in his office. Easter was rapidly approaching with a forecast of warm sunny weather, so the police wanted a write up about drinking and driving over the holiday period.
I said I would just reuse an old copy, edit it from Christmas parties to barbecues but my editor insisted I ‘ride-along’ with the officer. I explained I had a dinner date and couldn’t spare the time to hang out in a police car hoping to catch an offender.
I also knew the traffic cop, Bradley, he is Katie’s ex-boyfriend and I didn’t want to make small talk with him about my girlfriend.
Unfortunately Bradley suggested I could go through the process, write my article from experience saving us both some time. My editor thought it was a brilliant idea demanding I do it for accuracy and realism.
Bradley immediately asked about Katie as we headed outside.
“She is good Brad”, I told him.
“It’s Bradley not Brad”, he said.
Harry took some photos as I was breathalysed then handcuffed in front of the police car.
“Do we really have to do this?, I don’t want to get this suit or my new suede boots dirty”, I said to Brad.
“Unless you want to resist arrest and roll with me in the gutter your suit will be fine, as for your boots you don’t need to worry as I’ll be taking them off you at the station, I’ll take great care of them”, he said.
“Why take my boots?”, I asked.
“Because prisoners have their footwear confiscated before going in the cells, you’re over the limit”, he said.
“But it’s not real”, I said.
“You need to tell your readers how bad it is getting caught drink driving, your boss demands that you experience it. So when we get to the station, you’ll be seeing the inside of a cell and I’ll be taking those fancy boots off your feet too”.
Harry took more photos before looking at my boots with excitement on his face.
“Where you going to be driving later today?” asked Bradley. I said no as I will be walking into town to meet Katie at the new Italian restaurant.
“Good because you had blown well over the legal limit” he said. I explained that I had indulged in a few alcoholic beverages at the mayors charity event earlier.
“I suppose it adds realism to this pretend arrest” I said sarcastically as I Iooked down at my boots knowing they’d be coming off sooner than expected.
“What time are you meeting Katie?”, he asked.
“7pm”, I replied. At least he now knew I couldn’t spend too long at the police station.

We arrived at the detention area of the police station, Bradley warned Harry not to photograph or speak to any prisoners, our presence was explained to the Custody Sergeant.
“For accuracy of his newspaper article we have to treat him no differently to any other prisoner”, said Bradley as he removed the handcuffs.
The sergeant kept asking questions, name, address, health issues, etc. I kept looking at my watch, Bradley told me to take it off and empty my pockets, I placed everything on the counter except my phone.
“I need to ring Katie, let her know I may be late”, I said.
“Prisoners cannot make any calls”, he said before snatching it from my hands.
“Take off your jacket, necktie, belt and shoes”, demanded the sergeant. I leaned against the counter to pull off my boots, they were brown suede Chelsea boots, new and tight.
Normally it would have been a relief to get them off my feet but not here in the police station even though the cold floor soothed my hot socked feet.
Bradley frisk searched me before picking up my boots and searching inside of them.
“Nice boots” he said. I told him they where a present from Katie.
“I guessed so earlier, she always had a thing about men in fancy boots” said Bradley as he dropped them back on the floor.
“Well she buys them exclusively for me now, BRAD”, I said as I put them back on.
He glared at me before taking me to be breathalysed again.
“Your still well over the limit” said Bradley.
We returned to the sergeants desk.
“Lock him up until he is sober enough to charged”, said the sergeant.
Harry quickly took a photo of the empty cell before I entered.
“Shoes off”, said Bradley.
I struggled once more as I pulled my boots off again. Bradley picked them up.
“Told you I’d be taking your boots”, he said before slamming the door shut leaving me locked inside the cell in my socked feet.
The door hatch opened, Harry’s camera lens appeared taking a shot of me locked inside. “That’s the money shot”, said Harry. I heard Bradley laughing.
“Let me out”, I demanded telling him I had experienced enough to write the article.
“You haven’t been inside long enough to feel the loss of freedom and unable to leave, like real prisoners would experience but it will come the longer you’re in the cell. Anyway it’s the sergeants decision to release you and not mine”, he said.
I asked Harry to contact Katie just in case I would be late.
“I’m sure they’ll let you out shortly but I will phone her anyway” said Harry.
Barry smiled holding up my boots, “I’m sure Katie will be seeing these beauties soon”, he said before closing the hatch. I could hear them talking, I heard Bradley ask Harry if he’d ever been arrested as their voices disappeared out of the cell block.
I felt trapped and helpless, like a real prisoner, there really was no need for me to be inside this cell but I could not leave of my own volition.
I looked around the cell, tiled walls, a bed and a toilet. It wasn’t pleasant as I stood in my shirt, suit trousers and black socks. My experience of being locked up would help add depth to my writing but I’d rather have still been at the Mayors Charity event and still wearing my boots.

To be continued