Disclaimer.
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. 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 - thank you so much for your emails - you have been very kind :-) If you feel like it please send feedback to sneaked666@everythingmustdie.com. 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. I’m also on instagram (sneaked666).
Remote Controlled Part II
I had been tethered to my phone and being remote controlled by someone I met while on holiday. I obviously told him too much about my fantasies, but I never told anyone about them - especially someone I had just met. But there I was wearing his clothes - minus underwear and with super skin tight jeans - after he stole all of mine. Oh, and the device around my cock. What happened after that initial meeting was a complete blur. Exciting, frightening, embarrassing, joyous, a bit sad and sometimes painful. I’ll try to remember it the best I can...
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Ice cream. Who doesn’t like ice cream? I was giving my freshly bought cone and good licking while eyeing the sheer beauty of Rovinj. I was back at the same waterside cafe, a creature of habit, and each time I looked down the mismatched Nike tns reminded me of what happened two days ago. I’m sure that was exactly the intent but I still liked it. I had seen people wearing odd pairs on Instagram and always wanted to do it but never had the courage. But here I was…
It had puzzled me that I hadn’t heard from my captor since that last text two days ago. Or was I disappointed? Emotions were so hard to work out as you got older. How many times these days did I feel fear where once there was excitement? They are same emotion; it is just our perception of reality that colours an event.
“Fuck!” An older lady glared at me for my outburst. I put up a hand and bowed my head in apology, which incidentally let me see the huge glob of chocolate ice cream that had landed on my jeans. My only pair of jeans - and I couldn’t buy any more.
Who doesn’t like ice cream...
*ping* “Whatcha doing?”
“Spilling ice cream on my pants thanks”
“What, on the only pair u have?”
“Yes. Still not happy with u”
“Where did it land?”
“Top of my leg.”
“Send me a photo.”
*ping* “Clumsy - add the rest of your ice cream to it”
“No fucking way!”
“Argggh!” Pain shot through my cock from the attached device for the briefest of moments.
*ping* “Won’t ask again. 10 seconds. Point your cam at it - I can see it then.”
Oh, he hadn’t said he can view my cam. The whole gravity of the situation had started to crystallize - I couldn’t refuse. The pain was so intense but it had made me rock hard which was more than obvious in these jeans.
*ping* 5, 4...
I sighed and smeared more ice cream into my jeans.
*ping* Nice. Finish off the cone and get a coffee. Ask for tissue to clean up your mess.”
I did what I was told. The young waiter smirked at me; I’m not sure it whether it was the big sticky patch on my jeans or my completely obvious erection.
*ping* good boi. Let's play a game. You are only allowed to say yes for the next ten minutes. Okay?”
“Wtf?”
“Oh, too easy…”
“Arrghh! Oh shitting Jez” I couldn’t help myself - the feeling was that intense. More dirty looks, and now I was starting to leak! I quickly repositioned my cock towards the pocket area where the chocolate stain already was.
*ping* So you’ll get that each time you don’t say yes to a question.
“Sir? Here is your coffee.” The young waiter was back. He was wearing tight blue jeans, a white polo and white tns. And that little smirk again - cute as hell! I smiled and motioned for him to set it down.
“Can I help you with the mess you’ve made?”
Wtf? What, how, why were also questions circling my mind. But what choice did I have? My controller obviously could watch through my phone’s camera and hear through the mic.
“Um, yes.” I mumbled. He took some of the water he had brought with him and poured it on the stain on my jeans. It was really cold, as if it had just come out of the fridge! He knelt in front of me and started to pat at it with the napkins he had brought. It was then I remembered that is where I had repositioned my cock! He smiled at me as he give it a completely unnecessary squeeze.
“Are you okay?”
“Um, yes.” I wasn’t. I was right on the verge of cuming.
“This is a bad stain. If you take off your jeans I can clean them properly. Is that okay?”
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
*ping* “Say yes”
“Yes.” I looked directly at him, eyes pleading, oddly trying to make him stop helping me.
“Well, as you are not wearing any underwear I will give you my apron.”
I took the black apron and placed it over my head. I hesitated as the young waiter motioned for me to remove my jeans. It was a quiet Tuesday morning out of season but it was still a bit busy for my liking. I sighed and kicked off the tns before reaching under the apron and unbuttoning the jeans all the way down. The chair I was sitting in was more like an armchair so I was able to peal the skinnies down to my knees without being too conspicuous. All the while my helpful new friend was hovering in front of me partly obscuring the view.
“Ah, I will help, yes?” I nodded and he wrestled the jeans off me which caused my socks to come off as well. He could barely take his eyes off the tent I was making in his apron! He put my tns back on (“There you go mismatched sneaker guy” he said in passing) before disappearing with my jeans and, it would seem, my socks.
So here I was, miles from home, sat outside, naked from the waist down with just a black apron to hide my modesty. Not that it was being very modest - was it the fear/excitement of the situation or the device attached to me slowly contracting and releasing with just the hint of vibration. I pulled the cord of the apron around and tied it loosely, trapping my cock in a vertical position which made it slightly less obviously.
I was pulled back into the here and now by a text message arriving - what does he want now I wondering until I noticed it was from my boss at work.
“Ha ha - you’re always loosing things. No worries see you next week. You owe me!”
Eh? I was due back in work on Thursday after flying home on first thing tomorrow. That’s when I noticed the text message above, sent five minutes ago from… me apparently!
“Sorry boss - lost my passport - going to have to get a later flight. Back on Monday.”
*ping* “Youre holiday just got extended! Your flight has been rearranged for Friday”
“Wtf have you done?”
“A thank you would be nice!”
“You can’t mess with my work like that! I’ll be in trouble.”
“Looks like I can. And have. Anyway you’ll be fine, I’ve made sure of that. Don’t worry!”
What did that mean…? Should have been my response but my brain had quickly moved on to more pressing matters - where was I going to stay? I had no clothes and very little money thanks to him.
*ping* “Youre probably wondering where you will stay. You’ll work it out.”
How does he do that? An email arrived confirming my flight booking had been rearranged for Friday afternoon. I heard the waiter approach, and saw he was wearing my jeans.
“It wouldn’t come out so I thought I would lend you my jeans. Is that okay?
And then it happened. Was it the situation, the fact this cute waiter was offering me his jeans or maybe the device that had slowly been increasing in intensity? But whatever it was, it happened; my cock spasmed and emptied what seemed like gallons of cum, soaked into my white tee and the black apron I had been loaned. I went deep red as the waiter looked on with wide eyes and that smirk.
“And now you’ll be needing my shirt as well?”
“Um, yeah. Sorry.”
“You better clean up the worst of it” he said handing me back my socks “then we can get the jeans on you and get you out the back to change your shirt”
I used the ankle length pair of white Nike socks to sop up my juices but they only went so far. I pathetically looked at my new friend. He sighed before slipping off his Nikes, taking off his white Adidas crew socks and handing them to me.
“Hello mismatched sneaker guy, I’m Luca by the way.” I awkwardly introduced myself while mopping up my cum with his socks. We managed to get his light blue jeans on me and made our way to the back room of the cafe. I untied the apron to reveal the full damage of what I had done to my tee; it was soaked and stuck to me. Before I knew it Luka was lifting it off me and towelling me down some more. He then took off his beautiful Ralph Lauren polo and threw it towards me. I pulled it on as he pulled on my cum soaked tee and then the apron over the top.
“Oh don’t you have a clean apron at least?” I said a little concerned.
“Yeah, I do.” he answered and winked at me. He then kicked off his tns and pulled on one of his sopping adidas socks and one of my Nike ones before putting his feet back in his Nikes. I think my jaw dropped!
“You do the same?”
“Well, erm, it’s very nice…” Pain. “Arrgh! Yes, yes okay!” he laughed and handed me the socks. I pulled them on and was not particularly impressed by the cloying dampness.
“Mismatched socks for mismatched sneaker guy.” he laughed at his observation.
“Yeah, I guess, in for a penny… Um, I don’t suppose you know somewhere I can stay for a few days that’s cheap? Very cheap.”
“You can stay here yes?”
“Here? You live here? Okay yes, thank you, but I really have so little money.”
“Yes I live above. You can help me in the evening wait the tables and then help me after as well.” he winked at me again.
“But if this is where you live you could get a clean shirt and socks.”
“Yeah, that’s true. But they will dry quicker if I wear them. Be back by 5pm. Okay?”
Another wink and a smirk and he was gone. What on earth had just happened there? Had that all been set up - did my Controller have that much, well, control?
*ping* “Sorted? really busy for the next few days so Luka will keep you entertained. What do you say?”
“Yeah umm thanks. But...”
“Stop thinking too hard. Enjoy the rest of your holiday and then we can start planning what else needs changing when you get back.”
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I wondered what that meant at the time, it certainly didn’t sound good. Is change ever good? Fear was just edging out excitement but at least it appeared I had the next couple of days helping Luka to take my mind off things.