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Foot Fetish
🕑 Added 2022-03-28 13:46:36 +0000 UTCDifferent people have different fetishes. Some embrace it without shame, some enjoy it in the shadows. Some outright deny their own fetish.
For heroes like Rangers, having such a kinkiness is unacceptable. Yes, they are youngsters. Yes, they have their impulses. But to be a warrior of justice with attitude is to be exemplary beyond any flaws.
Thus, when a great evil unveils a Rangers’ fetish, it will have a profound effect on the hero’s identity.
Perhaps even the whole universe.
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It’s smelly time, Rangers!
He simply wanted to give up.
There was no more reason to fight. His friends were gone. His powers were gone. The Morphinaut was gone.
Yet, Xev kept on steeling himself to endure what would definitely be coming despite the darkness in the back of his mind. Despite the howlings of monsters that echoed beyond the tight prison window of his confinement. Despite the constant rattling of chains, the whippings, and the screams of the ones he knew and loved the most.
Perhaps the one that kept him going was his promise. Telosi saved him from Dark Specter’s influence by diverting the sacred Morphing Grid energy directly into him. He was freed and he made an oath to never let anyone fall into the villain’s grip like what happened to him. It gave him purpose and comfort when knowing that there were others like him. There were other youngsters with attitudes that were brave enough to confront evil no matter how hopeless the situation was.
“Brother, I will avenge you if I can’t save you…” Even in a dire spot like he was right on, the obsidian and silver-haired Xev never stopped believing in a brighter future. Perhaps not today, not tomorrow, but Dark Specter’s horde and the likes of them would perish under the blinding light of Good. All Xev needed to do was to endure.
Xev gulped. But even he couldn’t deny the creeping feeling of sorrow that slowly eating his spirit. For months now, most of his life was contained inside the small solitary cube of stone.
Make no mistake, Xev got lots of space to stretch. But he preferred to sit or lay down on the cold floor rather stand up. Only if the foot soldiers ordered him to do or if it’s ABSOLUTELY necessary would Xev stand up.
Why? It was the smell. The weird odor seemingly emanated from a collection of holes in the cobblestone ceiling. It scared him. He remembered himself as the Black Squadron Ranger, the strongest muscle in the team with his brother. Yet, he felt scared.
It was another type of distress. Not of pain or even death. It was the looming fear of forgetting himself.
Xev knew so well of the stink, or at least that it reminded him of. He was an athlete in the Masterforge Academy after all. The team’s dirty attire would be pooled into one basket. The concurrent joke was to put one of the boys into it and lock him in. Xev got that lovely chance to be that boy.
The Black Squadron Ranger remembered it vividly. It was the smell of a dozen boys after a hard day of training. Musk and sweat condensed into the yellowish stain that could be smelled very far, let alone next to them in a closed basket. He was disgusted by them, yet he was also electrified by them. The blotches were the culmination of the entire team’s spirit to win after all. It was the byproduct of their hard work. Xev should love it.
The Black Ranger was drowning in his memory. It happened from time to time to prevent insanity in this restraining cell. The chains that locked his ankle rattled as the young hero’s legs twitched.
He was back in the basket. It was good. He lost sense of what a good thing to smell was. Morning fresh air was meaningless to him. He lost memory of warm drinks and the scent of blooming flowers. All he wanted to do was to inhale the depraved masculine stench. It was his fetish.
The kinkiness overtook Xev. While his fantasy took him to slap one of the dirty underwear over his face and breathe in hard, his toned body writhed about in the real world. The tight black shiny spandex of his Squadron Ranger uniform tried hard to contain his muscles, hugging their every detail.
In his mind, he was alone and trapped inside the basket. He heard Telosi’s giggle outside. He didn’t care that his brother or his teammates failed to bring him out of the prank. He got everything he wanted here. Xev considered canceling his scholarship diploma and just working to collect the dirty laundry of athletes. That would be living a dream!
Smelling the underwear wasn’t enough. He wore another over the first one, and another, and another. Like a worn-out Halloween costume, Xev’s head was covered by layers of used fabric. He felt disgusted with himself, yet the young hero awkwardly extended his tongue to lick the musk where his big-bodied bro put his groin before. Xev was barely able to contain the imagination of him squealing with mindless glee.
In the real world, Xev was alone. The silence made even his slightest and controlled whines audible, along with the faint squeaks of his strained Squadron Ranger costume. There was also a fainter noise of leaking gas. Then, he screeched with eyes almost completely white.
When the guards came, they found a broken hero. Xev gasped in his self-depravity. The monsters giggled at his grown groin. One of them stepped on it to make the Black Ranger snap out of his fantasy and returned to the depressing real world.
The chains jiggle as Xev was ordered to walk down the prison corridor. The screams were around him. He couldn’t cover his ears as his arms were bound behind his back. The foot soldiers forced him to always look down.
But he could always look to the side. In the most blissful moment, his eyes exchanged sights with Ori’s. The minds of the two warriors instantly connected. Xev couldn’t understand why. It must be Orisonth’s last-ditch invention before the team’s fall. “Orisonth?” asked Xev mentally with hesitation.
“I’m here…” Even through telepathy, the sapphire-haired girl sounded weak. Fragments of her tormented screams leaked into Xev’s mind. “I’m sorry…”
“We’re here too,” said the other voice. The Black Ranger sensed more presence. They all felt warm to him, yet the warmth was clearly dissipating. Phiro the Yellow Ranger acknowledged this. “They’re getting stronger.”
“We’re not gonna make it for much longer,” said the concerned Aleia, clearly with fear in her heart. “We need a plan unless we want Dark Spectre to be our eternal master…”
“No! That’s not going to happen,” rejected the steel-hearted yet out-of-breath Rhian. Their team leader. Their girl of power. Even she was on her last legs. Xev could also hear her agony. He didn’t want to imagine what they were doing to her. All he could pay attention to was her robust feminine build.
In fact, it was all Xev could focus on right now. Mixed with the afterglow of his little stinky fantasy, his perception and imagination were enhanced tenfold. It was more a curse than a blessing, but the Black Ranger could barely tell the difference between pain and pleasure now. He wasn’t sure that his constant reminding of him being the strongest in the Squadron Rangers team did any good anymore.
But he could remind himself of how good his teammates looked. He did a head trip imagining them in the idealized Squadron Ranger costumes. Tight and shiny, choking and provocative in many ways. Phiro’s biceps as he flexed them. Aleia’s six-pack abs. Telosi’s sturdy thighs. Of course, Rhian’s beautiful trunks. In his fantasy, Xev made some revisions to their suits so that their strong points could be-
“Xev!” shouted Rhian telepathically.
Xev gasped. The guards noticed that and barked incomprehensible clamors at him. They pulled his restraints to the point of bringing pain to the shoulders. Xev grunted with fetid sweat flowing down his temple inside his cramped helmet. Once it reached his lips, the disoriented hero took a sip of it.
“How can you daydream about our bare bodies in a time like this?!” cried out the red-haired team leader with utter disgust. In his mind, Rhian wiped herself as if cleansing the mental filth that was Xev’s fantasy.
“Focus, Xev! We got a way to get the hell out of here. But we only got one chance of this,” said Telosi firmly despite his real-world pain.
Xev flushed. He continued his short breath since everything had weighed down on him. This responsibility, this duty had been the worst thing that had happened to him. If he knew it would end up like this, he would-
“Xev, please don’t.” Xev’s mind wasn’t his anymore. There were no secrets. “Don’t go to that dark abyss. You got yourself out of it, don’t come back there.”
Xev closed his eyes. Telosi was right. The last thing he wanted was to back to being a mindless Spectoid. After all, he’s the strongest Ranger on the team. He should be the one who dominated them. “I know I’m the last one standing. You can count on me. Tell me what you need.”
Orisonth explained. “This makeshift telepathy that I created just before our capture should be enough to reinforce our connection to the Power Grid. As you have noticed, each of us actually still has the baseline energy to maintain our Squadron form. Unfortunately, it will take quite more to escape.”
“How much more?” asked Xev.
“We should all channel our Ranger power to you. With it, you can summon our combined team cannon that would be strong enough to break me, Rhian, Phiro, and Aleia from our prisons. From there, we will join you to get out of this hell.”
Xev grunted as his choke collar was pulled toward the corridor’s end. The screams of his teammates were less audible, but something else made itself known to him. Something familiar yet intimidating. Xev panted.
“We have to do this together. On the count of three,” commanded Rhian. “One, two, three!”
Each of the Squadron Rangers’ colors leaked out of their telepathic form to build a hazy mist that swirled around before flowing out of their locked prison cells and into the corridor. They followed Xev like a long trail of a rainbow before finally seeping into his jacked-up body. The young hero felt the sudden rush of energy.
“It’s up to you now, Xev!” called out Rhian.
Xev groaned at the surge. He clenched his fists to hold in the power. His restraining chains rattled before got lifted by the Morphing Grid’s amazing energy. Then the bondage exploded along with the guarding foot soldiers.
The monsters shrieked as their body caught fire. One of them fired his energy weapon but missed Xev’s helmet. The Black Ranger simply watched them erupt into a million tiny shards of clay.
“It works!” exclaimed Orisonth with relief. “Quick, summon our cannon!”
Xev extended his arm skyward. The ethereal energy solidified into a heavy and stubby cannon resembling a golden dragon with gleaming crimson eyes. He should always remember to point the dangerous expansive barrel mouth toward the enemy.
“Alright, Xev! Now, let us free!”
“Yeah, we’ll be with you in no time!” blurted the excited Aleia.
Xev didn’t respond. He looked down at the marvelous team cannon. It displayed the most unbelievable power. It contained the most unbelievable power.
A thought entered Xev’s mind. Why should he share this power with his teammates? Don’t worry, they would be saved. But he should be credited as their savior, not some stupid teamwork.
He aimed the cannon not at his friends’ prison cells, but at the heavy metallic door at the hallway’s end. A loud boom echoed in such a small space, accompanied by the broken seal’s thump. Inside his sweaty helmet, Xev smirked. He would destroy whoever wanted in his way. He stepped into the next chamber.
Xev the Squadron Black Ranger was wrong. He was dead wrong. He forgot the main element of surprise that his enemy had: his memory. Particularly his kinky ones. His fantasy of being trapped in the basket returned. This time, there were some changes.
Xev imagined his teammates were locked in different baskets too. They moaned hard and tried in vain to break through the sealed lid. Even Rhian sounded so enticing. Each of them got different dirty attire to enjoy. Sports bra, jockstrap, leggings, you name it. But something else waited for him.
The air welcomed him into the very existence he always tried to avoid. Beyond being a Spectoid, he was a bullied young sportsman who had no future. There was a reason the locked basket was the only thing he could recall from his past in the Academy team. For them, that was all he meant to be.
Xev gasped and panted. His stance became awkward and wobbling. He stumbled forward with depleted strength even with the team cannon at hand. Before him was a great chamber where a figure sat on a throne in the middle.
That was his arch-nemesis. That was his former master. That was Dark Spectre.
But dark was he not. The monstrous villain wasn’t a gloomy figure that loomed over the feeble hero. His skin was as white as a corpse, even more. His form was more humanoid than an interdimensional overlord. His smile pierced the mighty heart of the Black Ranger.
Xev looked down at Dark Spectre’s feet. They were huge even compared to his face. The details of their toes ended with long talons, but those weren’t the focus of his debased mind.
It was the smell. The odor, the scent, the stink. It was the same stench that invaded his lungs long before he was trapped in the prison cells. Xev remembered it from the last battlefield. He even remembered it from his days in the Academy. They were the representation of a hundred sweaty boys.
Xev could almost taste the repulsive perspiration in the gaps. He flinched when the toes moved. He was in all sense dominated by the feet. The Black Ranger moaned hard. He held his helmet to contain his desires, dropping the team cannon in the process.
He was defeated. Dark Spectre was his team captain back in the Academy. He was his coach. He was the burly boy who liked to flush his head in the toilet. The villain was everything vile to Xev and he could see nothing else beyond worshipping him.
“Xev, can you hear me? Xev!” called out the telepathic outcry from Telosi. He wasn’t alone as the rest of the Squadron team shouted out to snap the Black Ranger back to reality.
But the monster before him was his reality now. Dark Spectre laughed as he used his mental power to take the team cannon. Now that the whole team’s energy condensed in it, he had them under his thrall. But that could wait because it was time for the surrendering Black Ranger loser to kneel.
Xev removed his helmet. It was like in the changing room. He discarded them to the goopy pool beneath the metallic causeway. His wobbled form fell to his knees. He was complete. He was hollow.
Dark Spectre lifted his left foot. Xev’s brain could no longer register anything in the world other than the horrendous perfection. It was worth it to bring up a fight against him. Xev was now worthy to serve the foot.
The smell hinged around Xev’s head. He took the longest inhale that snapped his mind. His heroic self was no more. He squeaked with an animalistic noise that reverberated in the throne chamber. The Squadron Black Ranger was once again Dark Spectre’s slave.
Xev’s master stepped on his face. He barely could breathe with such a dense stench. Moreover, the dripping sweat goop smeared all over his front. It even dripped into his welcoming mouth. With each panted, more and more of Xev’s memory was twisted and contorted to suit the villain’s image. Let him remember his identity as a Squadron Ranger. Let him also remember how pathetic their fight against Dark Spectre was.
Xev didn’t need to imagine how his future would be. It was simply a future with a foot on his face forever.
The chamber was busier than ever. After months of worshipping the white Dark Spectre clone, he had lost his mind. His life purpose was only to kneel and surrender. His groin was permanently erect as his brain was permanently aroused.
Of course, Xev the Black Ranger didn’t forget his teammates. In fact, they were with him there. Phiro let go of his toughness for the uncontrolled lustfulness of monster foot. Orisonth discarded her genius intellect for a simple servitude. Fleshliness replaced kindness in Aleia.
For Rhian, her fate was something else. She jubilantly proclaimed her defeat to the universe. As the poster child of the Squadron Rangers, her victory inspired millions to join the fight against Dark Spectre. Her defeat would have the same, if not worse effects especially when she sucked the fat toes of her master on a live broadcast.
Everything they did was for nothing. Everything she fought for was for nothing. As Rhian drooled in her twisted fantasy, she full-heartedly declared, “Squadron Rangers have lost control over ourselves. I, Rhian, have lost control over myself. Phiro, Aleia, Orisonth, Telosi, Xev! We have been captured and subjugated by our forever master. All forces of good in the universe should surrender now or suffer destruction in our hands as the new harbingers of Dark Spectre!”
