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This story is primarily about control between adult men with punishment plus sneaker and clothes play and destruction. There are some sexual situations but it is not the primary objective of the story. If you object to any of this then read no further. If you are not allowed to read further get permission first :-) Yes, I’m looking at you! This story is sexual fantasy fiction and any resemblance to persons past or present is purely coincidental. Text messages are shown in italic with no space between the responses. It is the first story I have dared to release publicly so please be gentle with me - I am begging you! I welcome any feedback which can be sent to sneaked666@everythingmustdie.com. If you enjoy this story then please do let me know. Please support nifty by donating or writing a story. Also check out our website - everythingmustdie.com - if you like male clothes, sneakers and sportswear getting wet messy or destroyed.

Awww fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. My head. It’s spinning like a top; a badly balanced top at that. Why did I try to sit upright? At least I can see my clothes on the floor… ahh, what’s left of them anyway.

It had been an expensive night but a lot if fun! My head wasn't having fun now though. Very far from it. Maybe some more sleep would help. Yeah, lying flat is good - just a dull throb. Maybe thinking about last night will help...

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This was just what I needed. A complete break from everything in the beautiful surrounds of the Istria coast. Dinner had been by the water watching the sun set and now I was sat at a bar next to the marina. I was texting a few friends and drinking my lager when I noticed a guy on the next table doing the same thing. Well, I actually noticed his stunning red Nike tns. Just beautiful.

“You like them?”

Ooops, rumbled. Oh well, no point in protesting - he said it in a friendly way after all. “Yeah. They cool. Always fancied a red pair.” I looked down at my black pair which had just been reduced in coolness in their new neighbour’s glow.

“Cool. Hang on, I'll come over.” Interesting, that really wasn't a question. He picked up his drink and started to approached. Wow, skin tight faded black jeans. I mean really skin tight!

“Yeah, I know. I wasn't sure at first but I like how tight they are now.” Rumbled again! Was he reading my mind or was I actually wearing my mind on the outside?

He sat down next to me and extended his hand for a firm handshake. “What size are you?”

“Wha…?” I stammered - that’s a wee bit forward!

“Shoe size.”

“Oh, um, 10.” I blushed. I really wasn’t any good at this.

“Same here!” He slipped off his red Nike. “Try it and see if it suits you.” Definitely not backward in coming forward. Should I? Is the question I should be asking but I had already shucked off my right black tn and slipped my white socked foot into his. It looked so good - why had I chickened out of buying these? My jeans were skinny too (not *him* skinny) and they just looked hot.

I don't know how long I was looking at them but I realised my new friend was smiling at me. “You like them then?”

“Yeah.” I mumbled sheepishly. I guess I should probably give it back now but my tn was nowhere to be found. Oh. I see it now.

“Matching pair now!” He was smiling at me again. Shit, so cute. He wiggled his toes in my tns to emphasize the point.

We talked shit for I don't know how long and I was laughing more than I can remember. It was a perfect unexpected encounter in a perfect location.

“So how long are you here for?” I asked.

“I fly home tomorrow.” I think I must have shown my disappointment a little to visibly. “Awww, don't be sad. The night is young… your hotel nearby?”

“Yeah, it is actually…”

“One more drink. And then you can take me home.” He smiled at me and I melted there and then.

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It really wasn't helping my sleep thinking about all this. It all seemed like a perfect evening. Maybe too perfect - did it actually happen at all?

Right let’s have another go at propping myself up in bed. Hmmm, a little better this time. Oh look, there are my expensive rags in all their glory. Their destroyer had already left, but as promised he had left his business card on the bedside table. So yes, it had happened. Happy days.

The card gave me full name, mobile and email. Also his job title - Head Designer. Yeah, I kinda remember him mentioning that he was that for a start-up making toys I think.

I guess I should get up. My jeans are in pieces so I'll be in my Nike sweats today! It was so worth it though. It really was a night to remember...

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There was a small electronic noise as the key card released the door lock. He bundled me through the door and spun me around so we were face to face. Turns out we were pretty much the same height. God he was perfect - in looks and the clothes he wore. How had I lucked out like this. I suppose in sheer odds it had to happen at some point. I shut my eyes slightly and leaned into the anticipated first kiss.

*rip* *ping* *ping*

My eyes snapped open to see him with a big grin on his face, my Lacoste polo shirt half ripped opened and the buttons cast to all sides of the room.

“What the…” I was just a bit startled. Had I mentioned that I like this sort of thing or did he just read my mind? It must have been the latter; I never mention my kink to someone face to face.

He shushed me by placing a finger on my lips. I instantly compiled by closing my open mouth and he rewarded me with a long kiss which also gave him the opportunity to complete the destruction of my polo. This was a dream. This had to be a dream right?. Yeah, soon I’ll hear the alarm and I will be summoned into the real world. Hungover. Alone. As always… But what if this wasn’t a dream?

I tried to explore his body but he firmly pushed my arms to my side. His hands wandered to the waistband of my jeans, quickly undoing the buttons of the fly on my skinny Levis. His kisses moved down my torso, his lips gentling touching my skin causing electricity to course through my body. If this was a dream, it was the best dream ever. Well done me - now don’t wake up!

*riiiiiiiip*

The tenderness was quickly supplanted by further destruction. I looked down incredulously seeing he had ripped my jeans from the fly right down the leg with his bare hands! The only thing holding them up was the belt. He nuzzled my lime green Under Armour boxers, licking and slurping at them, adding to the wet spot I had created.

*riiiiiip*

I didn’t even bother opening my eyes this time knowing full well what had just happened. He pushed me back on to the bed, shredded clothes flailing in the air and still with the mismatched tns on. He stripped off his clothes, folding them into a neat pile on the chair as if to emphasize that his were still in one piece before joining me on the bed. He leaned in and nuzzled my ear.

“Fuck me now.”

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Here I am stood in front of my open wardrobe, arm outstretched to where my sweats should be, only to find them not there. In fact the whole thing is empty! Okay, no need to panic. Actually yes panic! What am I going to do? The clothes from last night are unwearable and oh… On the chair - a neat pile of clothes with a pair of mismatched Nike tns! So he has taken all my clothes, clean and dirty, and my bag. Cheeky bastard - I still have three days left of the holiday! Hmmm, he didn’t leave his underwear either.

Double oh… what the fuck is that on my cock? A thickish red silicone ring over my cock and balls and then a red ring around my cock half way up; the two connected by black rubber wires of ties. And no, neither are budging. Definitely time for another what the fuck!

The business card! I am going to give that cheeky fucker a piece of my mind… No answer. Right, time for a text…

‘Wtf the fuck is this on my cock?’

‘Morning. Wish it was me.’

‘And where the fuck are my clothes?’

‘Potty mouth. Your clothes are on the chair. Wear them for the rest of the holiday. Do not buy any more.’

‘I will do what I like you cheeky fucker’

‘Ah well, no you won’t. Check your wallet.’

Uh oh. Wallet - where is it? He hasn’t taken it has he? Ripped jeans pocket? Yes! Oh shit - every card has been cut in half. He has just sent another text...

*ping* ‘Check the pocket of your other jeans - I’ve left one in there for you. Don’t think about trying to buy clothes as I will monitor it and it has a daily limit of £50.’

Sure enough in his jeans pocket is a contactless card in his name.

‘Why? Why would you do this?’

‘Think of it as payment for testing my device.’

‘Wtf is it?’

‘If you feel at the bottom of the bigger ring you’ll find a pad.’

Okay, yeah a flat bit on the bottom. Some sort of release mechanism? Oh fuck! What was that? I touched it and it shot a pulse right through my cock.

*ping* ‘That’s the fingerprint release pad. My fingerprint of course. You have been tethered’

‘What?’

‘To your phone. You need to keep within 25m of it at all times’

‘And if I dont?’

‘We you get a pulse like the one you just received every five seconds’

‘You cant do this!’

‘Already have. Best get dressed and enjoy your day. It’s fully waterproof. I’ve gotta work.’

‘Wait - please!’

Fuck. No response. I am of course rock hard. The ring around the cock has expanded with it but it is applying a little pressure. Did I mention to him the fantasy I had being controlled last night as well? But hell, this is extreme and unexpected!

Hang on - I’ve got my credit cards loaded on to my phone. Ha - fuck you!

*ping* ‘Oh, and I wiped your cards from your phone when I installed the tethering software.’

*ping* ‘By the way, don’t think of uninstalling the software because you that will be the same things as going outside of 25m of your phone. Permanently. I mean that’s an option.’

*ping* ‘:-)’

*ping* ‘It has GPS too. I will be watching’

If I have said it once…. Fuck. I really want to hit him. His jeans were skin tight and this ‘thing’ has potential to keep me up permanently with no place to hide! This could be the start of a long day. And I couldn’t quite work out if it was going to be heaven or hell…