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It's a part 3 of a little series now called Toe Toy Origins, where a norm captures an unwilling micro and forces him to be his toy:
-Part 1 (Captured): https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36191108/
-Part 2 (Training Shoes): https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36204274/

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TJ awoke from a shaky sleep with a light tugging at his neck, threatening to choke him, as he was jerked back. The micro slammed against the wall of pudgy flesh behind him that he was forced to sleep next to. Within the thick and heavy covers, where the heat radiating off the paw filled the atmosphere and the musk that had built up over a day enclosed in smothering shoes festered, TJ struggled to gain an ounce of sleep. As he was slammed into the foot by the tug, the oozing sweat slathered his back, dampening it immediately in the smelly and sticky substance that seemed to dominate his life.

The half mouse-half cat hybrid, barely taller than 3 inches, groaned in disgust as he pushed himself away from the rank sole of the paw. It was bad enough that he was always sticky, glazed in dried sweat that matted and ruined his once-nice fur and made him smell like unwashed feet himself, but he was always recoated in the liquid when he least expected it. It picked at his mind to consider the humiliation of the situation, as he reflected his release from the abhorrent sock a week prior; that hellish week onto itself nearly broke his mind, driving him to an unstable mental state that mirrored his nasty and unkempt physical state.

That’s hardly even mentioning the pure manly musk that emanated from the paw that governed his life - a stench he could never rid from his body and never forget. It exceeded the smell of normal body odor, so powerfully, awfully smelling that when it invades TJ’s mind as it has consistently in the last two weeks, it altered and near-halted all trains of thought. He shuddered in revulsion, finding it better to try to not think about it, although he was never able to expel his horrid experiences and sickening new life from his thoughts, and laid back down, meer centimeters from the source of his torment, to try to return to slumber.

The blasted collar around his neck, as well as the leash that embarrassingly attached him directly to the toes looming above, prevented him from straying and forced him to be a permanent accessory to the foot. Its constriction against his skin, uncomfortably tight, seemed to always attempt to choke him, any slight movement of the paw temporarily doing so. TJ only got the collar a few days ago, as a present for surviving the in-shoe training, the thought of which made him shiver once again, despite the insufferable heat around him.

Anger swelled up inside the little toe toy, who hated the injustice - his whole life and sense of freedom snatched away, his humanity stripped away until he was nothing more than a object to be subjected to the lowliest part of someone else’s body, the paws of which obnoxiously larger than himself. His mind screamed with rage, but his emotions were unknown to everybody as was his pitiful existence - nobody knew of the toy of the toes of a simple, beloved college student, who currently was deep in slumber, unaware of the mental toll on miniscule little Toe Jam.

My family. They’re probably worried sick… I need to get away… but there’s no chance…

Just then, the paw pulled back with an intensity unknown to TJ, who sputtered and kicked and gripped at the collar as it dragged him along the bedsheets. After but an instant, when it stopped, the paw slammed down upon the micro, smothering against him before he could gather his breath. TJ screamed to no avail, his voice muffled under tons of thick foot above him, as he thrashed around, movement limited by the pressure pushing onto him. Being forced up against the source once more, he was obligated to inhale a lungful of musk, throwing him into a frenzy of coughing and gagging - and as he gagged, his tongue hit the sole, making him taste the unsavory foot. Unable to gather any clean oxygen, he quickly grew nauseous and weak, hopelessly subjected to the stench as it ate away at his mind and lungs, causing them to burn from the toxic air.

TJ was instantly reminded of his first day with the collar. He had been starving that afternoon, having been trapped in the very sock that pressed him unceremoniously against Blake’s right paw for a torturous week, balled up and squished within the stinky fabric for half a week. Blake had grabbed the sock, squeezing it in his paw and crushing the micro within without remorse, before untying it from itself and letting TJ free from the malodorous container. The wide-eyed micro in the giant’s palm gasped violently for breath that wasn’t tainted with the stench of Blake’s paw.

He recovered quickly and meekly chanced a glance at his torturer, who menacingly smiled down at him. Fear befell upon him as he recalled how easily this giant was able to ruin and torment his life under smelly paws, but he, in his own valiant stubbornness despite his ravaged pride and hopeless situation, chose to glare at the beast, the fire in his eyes burning from rage. TJ had plenty of time to heal his mind from shattered mindscape after his week smothered against a rank paw, and now refused to be submissive to the will of his captor.

“How are you, Toe Jam? You still look nasty and *sniff* smell even worse! Sorry for leaving you in your favorite sock for so long, away from your beloved foot~. But I had to find the perfect present for you for surviving training! I honestly wasn’t expecting it; you must be slightly more resilient than most puny micros for not suffocating or being fucking crushed, heh.”

“LET ME GO!” TJ screamed out, raking his throat from such a guttural cry, before he ran towards the edge of the palm to jump out, hopefully to his death.

But unfortunately for the micro, Blake had lightning-fast reaction speed and he clenched his paw tightly, encasing TJ roughly within his hand. He squeezed harder and harder until the pressure pained the micro so much he was forced to let out an aggrieved squeak.

“Well, well, feisty too, aren’t you, my little foot slave? Or maybe you’re cranky because you’ve been so separated from my lovely toes? They’ve missed you a ton, by the way, building up plenty of sweat and musk just for you!” Blake let up on the pressure, allowing for TJ to have enough space to push his head out of the fist.

“I-I… I’m PISSED because this is tortu-” A crushing compression of the hand on his body changed his course of action, “I mean, it’s been so long since I’ve eaten… I’m-I’m so hungry…”

“AH! Well, there’s plenty of dirt and toe jam between my toes, Toe Jam! It’s really a fitting meal for you, given your name!”

“That’s not my name! OW! Geez, I mean, I need REAL food at some point or I-I’m gonna die! And I can tell you wouldn’t be happy with that!” The flash of hesitation that quickly receded from Blake’s face gave TJ all the confirmation he needed for his theory: Blake enjoyed having a toy, and while he didn’t care about his well-being, he would have to give some liberties to his micro to keep him around.

“Let me just show you my present, toy.” With his other hand, he reached into his pocket to reveal a tiny object. Before TJ could catch what it was, the hand descended rapidly upon him until he felt something tight wrap around his neck, making him feel like he was on the verge of choking. Panicking, he squirmed the best he could to get away but his arms were pinned to his side by huge fingers.

Without warning, the hand around him let go and he dropped. A lurking fear iced through his chest, thinking he was about to die as he free falled, until he was caught by something. The pressure around his neck tightened, restricting his airways and making him cough and choke and kick out in fear and retaliation and desperation. He was dangling, thrashing, as he looked up and saw himself held by none other than a leash. His cheeks flushed red with both embarrassment and lack of oxygen, as his struggles began to die down.

The booming voice from above washed over him once more, “That’s right, you get a collar now! That way you never escape! And, good for you, you will never be apart from your paw ever again! Now there’s no chance for you to ever get that scent out of your fur!”

Blake continued to let him hang, as if lynching him, as he sat down and ripped off his shoes, with musk immediately emmanating off his sockless, sweaty footpaw. The scent wafted over the suffocating TJ, invading only his nose with the revolting air, sending a renewed rush of retaliation through his veins as he got horrid flashbacks of his previous torment. His eyes teared up, but he couldn’t tell whether it was from the PTSD, or the smell, or the lack of air reaching them. He then went limp, nearing unconsciousness.

“Aw, where did all that fight go? That was so cute, seeing you helplessly struggle against the inevitable. I guess you’re just happy with your reunion, huh?” Blake teased before letting TJ drop to the ground and the leash to go untaut. His toy sputtered and staggered around before the paw in front of him, forced to inhale tainted musky air. Blake wasted no time and secured the other end of the leash to a ring on his largest toe.

“Well then. Now you are perfectly attached to my paw. Forever. Like a binding contract - kinda like marriage, to be honest. Ha, you are now MARRIED to my paw! You may kiss the bride - or else back into the shoe for another week.”

Blake’s voice echoed through his mind, the shock paralyzing him. He stared, eyes wide before the now menacing paw of his nightmares. It was, as always, coated in sweat, the bottom dirtied in show of how well-worn they were. Both the smell and the heat radiated off the vast foot that towered over him. The paw crinkled as the toes perched above clenched down and the paw leaned forward, presenting the plump big toe just in front of his face, millimeters away.

TJ mentally refused, but physically was too spooked to disobey - he leaned forward, tears streaming down his cheeks in humiliation and pure dejection: his life had been reduced to the point of kissing a fucking toe, a toe which was more significant than his pitiful form would ever be from this point on. He kissed it, his lips shivering in revulsion as the nauseating, disgusting taste filled his mouth. TJ fell back in utter sadness at his new life, pseudo-married to and permanently a part of a nasty, unwashed paw. He sobbed, looking down to prevent his owner from seeing this moment of further weakness.

“Well, it’s time to go for a little walk, TJ!”

TJ had no time to react before the foot in front of him receded, immediately pulling him along by his leash as Blake took a massive step. The feeling was unfamiliar to him: he felt a false illusion of control as he scrambled to pull himself up to run along with Blake’s movement, the paw quickly outpacing his feeble attempts to sprint in order to keep up. That illusion was shattered as the paw took a second step before the panting micro could even catch up; he was immediately flung forward, his world a blur, with seemingly impossible speeds.

He hit the ground next to the paw with a heavy thud, dazed. The paw had authority over his movements and every step it took would take him with it. Another step, this time dragging him along the carpet as he kicked and lashed out against it. It felt as if he were being pulled by a car on a highway, the carpet burning his skin. TJ’s neck would be jerked with an immense force, blocking his airflow, causing him to sputter and choke. With the third step, he fell limp. The paw lifted to new heights, dangling him along like an accessory. It slammed down to the ground with the might of an elephant falling on him.

The step crushed him, sending all his bones into an aching pain but never breaking. As the paw pushed down further to gain momentum for the next step, TJ was further smothered, unable to regather breath while the putrid foot fumes seared into his nostrils. He felt as if he were squashed as flat as a pancake before the pressure alleviated. He took one desperate gasp of air before being flung high into the sky to follow the paw that owned him.

Snapping out of his memories, TJ felt the titanic paws of the giant rub into each other, with him between. They kneaded into him, like a monumental, heavy, smelly massage. Groaning in disgust, he once again retreated to his thoughts, as the paws pressed deep into him, messing up his fur and rubbing dirt from the soles onto him.

He dangled above the sock that had him trapped for a week and a half before the paw lowered him into it. The foot stretched the fabric and pressed TJ uncomfortably into the musk-infused sock, squeezing him further into the unwashed flesh of the paw. The shoe came on without hesitation. TJ freaked, using his nonexistent energy to squirm within the sock for escape, with flashbacks to his torturous “training”, before being snuffed by the compressed lack-of-space of the shoe.

If somehow possible, TJ could sense that his breathing was even more restricted than last time as the leash tugged on him with every wiggle of the toes. He was therefore forced to take even deeper breaths, filling his lungs with the unhealthy fumes. Coughing got him nowhere but the building sweat to clog his throat with the nasty tastes, leading to him gagging as he was forced to swallow the appalling liquid. He couldn’t escape the smell once the heat grew and made his miniscule airspace humid with musk and foot-odor. He already felt his mind growing numb at the toxic stench.

Losing his train of thought once more, he was pulled back to his current situation as Blake’s toes clenched his head, slamming his head into the ghastly ridge between the pad and the toes. Getting used to this at this point, TJ waited until the toes let go but was unable to get a break before they grabbed him back up, the sleeping giant rubbing him between two toes. They tugged at his fur, smearing him with a light coat of swat while they pressed him this way and that. The micro could feel every wiggle, every clutching sensation, laying subject to their every playing motion, nothing more than a toy for the toes.

It reminded him of another memory, mere hours after the last. Blake had gotten settled for his second class of the day and felt the need to kick off his shoes due to the baking heat within that made even him uncomfortable. TJ was stuck to the sole as the sock peeled off his back, adhered by sweat as the scent wafted into the air around the paws. Cool air hit his back, refreshing his disheveled fur coated with a thick layer of sweat and dirt and musk.

He felt two round pudgy toes gripping his back from behind, pulling at him painfully by his fur between them until he was forcefully ripped off the paw. He gasped for air but the oxygen around him was already tainted with the body odor that seeped from the feet, both of which created thick walls around him. He was dropped to the floor, weak and limp, continuing to breath in the toxic musk that prevailed over him for hours prior while he tried to work up the energy to sob his heart out: M-m-my life… ruined. These paws smell so bad, they’re gonna kill me… or worse, stomp me into submission! Oh, what would my family think? I hope they fare better in life...

The toes were relentless though and thoroughly bored. They grabbed his small little body and squeezed all the “air” out of his lungs. Smelling the paws from the source now as he continued to be pressed against various toes while they passed him between them and rubbed against his fur, he caught concentrated whiffs of the stink. He had to endure drumming toes bruising his back and gripping toes holding him in their vise-like grasp as they seemed to attempt to crush him and squish him to death. The wiggling toes continued to play with him as Blake above adly enjoyed the fuzzy micro comforting his paws while he copied notes from his professor.

The situation got worse once Blake decided to really play with him. Glancing up to see the glowing eyes peering down at him from between the immense paws around him, TJ’s heart was stricken with fear. The left foot departed from squeezing him and instead got a grasp on the leash right before it connects to the collar. Then it dragged itself outward, pulling the leash taut until TJ’s neck was thrown back and tugged towards the toepit that held his leash. But the paw prevented him from going further and being reunited with the right paw as it kept pulling. The micro choked, his neck constricting until he felt his airways creak as the force of the leash pulled it into the left paw while his body was being forced away.

Head shoved between two toes, he was immediately dampened by the grease. The toes then squeezed into each other, threatening to pop his head, and forcing him to inhale nothing but the deepest odor that lay within the untouched and unwashed flesh and fur of the pit. Unable to breath but still able to smell, his legs kicked out in retaliation until his face grew purple.

Then a voice whispered from above, as if from heaven, “I’ll let you breathe once you beg to go back to your foot, where you belong.” The toes then released him but continued to choke him.

Sensing no other choice, TJ gathered the last of his breath - or rather the foot odor that his lungs contained, as none of his breath was his own anymore - and retched out, “PLEASE! P-please…. Guh!... L-Let me b-b-back!... uhhhggg… w-where I belong!”

“And where is that?” The voice remained as buttery and slick as always, terrifying him as TJ’s mind fogged from lack of oxygen.

“Put me back with your toes!” TJ quickly sputtered out before he passed out.

“Good, right where you belong~”

Right on cue, TJ awoke with the same choking sensation. He looked up to see the paws dangling above him, his leash pinned in the toepit. He looked down to see the grinning face of Blake, enormous as always. This time, however, Blake wasted no time and jumped off his bed, causing TJ to be dragged through the air at light speed until he slammed on top of the paw that owned his life. The giant then walked over to his desk, dragging along TJ and occasionally stepping on him, crushing him some more.

Once settled in his chair, ready to do the homework that would be due in just a few hours, Blake finally addressed his micro, “Hey, while you’re down there, eat out that toe jam that’s bothering me. It’s definitely built up since yesterday… probably because of how dirty practice got last night… Anyways, eat it up, Toe Jam, lord knows how long it’s been since you’ve gotten a decent toe-meal!”

Bruised and beaten, weakened from exhaustion and malnourishment, TJ still managed to hang on to the scrap of pride he had. Looking at the vast toes in front of him, wiggling freely just to tease him for not being able to move freely himself, his previous depression dissolved to anger.

He lashed out: “NO! You hear me!? I will not eat anymore of that vile substance! Like I said before, it’s not sustainable! I need real food!”

Blake glanced down, his massive face obviously amused by his vain efforts. “Aww… well, I’ll give you real food once you’re too weak to argue like a disobedient toy.”

TJ’s face flushed red with humiliation and rage. “I’ll never stop fighting!”

“I know. That’s what makes it so fun! I love your cute little fits of rage. Now shut up, I need to work.” And just like that, a toe shifted on top of the micro’s tiny head, pinning his head down effortlessly.

Thinking himself smart, TJ squeezed out his tongue to lick the bottom of the disgusting toe before shuddering with horror at its rancid taste. He thought Blake would be grossed out by his saliva. He was wrong. The toe pushed down real quick, forcing his tongue into an awkward angle and then rubbing against his face, pulling the tongue to and fro. After being forced to intimately lick the entire underside of the toe, the dirtiest part of the foot, the paw receded. TJ gagged as his tongue was stained with dirt, revolted.

“That felt good. Continue. Or else face another week in my socks, and I know how much that nearly broke your spirit! Also, BE QUIET! I need to do my Physics I work.”

“WAIT!”

“I said, shut up, bitch. Guess you want more training? Makes sense for a toe toy like you to want even more quality time with my paw.” Blake didn’t even look down.

“No! It’s-it’s just… I know how to do physics! A-and I’m good at it! I can do your work for you!”

Blake jerked his head down, curious. It would be nice if he didn’t have to do any of his practice work himself. He scratched his chin and stroked a hand through his hair, pondering the opportunity.

“I thought micros were incapable of higher-level thinking with such small brains,” he teased, “I’ll let you do this worksheet to prove yourself to me; you may not be so stupid after all. Let me get you up here so I can hear you better”

He leaned his chair back and kicked his feet up on his desk, left crossed over the right, which pulled TJ along, temporarily suffocating him.

Getting out his phone, Blake asked, “How do you even know this shit anyways? Not like there’s a school for micros.”

“Well,” TJ had always thought himself fairly intelligent and tested his mind by studying books from norms, “I just learned it from college textbooks I found lying around.” Which was a lie; he stole them.

“Get to work then, already. I have finals soon, so I need you to hurry up.”

“I’ll need this to be printed in a smaller front. And a smaller pencil!” TJ could only speak to the paws that dominated his vision and was unable to see Blake look up in anger, which made him jump in fear at the reply.

“You dare! You, a useless, dirty little runt, who is just a toy for my fucking toes, dare boss me around! You fucking say please! You are inferior, address me as such!”

“Woah, woah, I-I’m sorry… “sir”. I just mean, uh, that way I can work more efficiently, and you could copy it down so you turn in work with your own handwriting!”

There was a gut-wrenchingly terrifying silence, TJ’s body frozen in anticipation, until Blake replied surprisingly smug once again, “That’s smart. I would’ve thought my smelly feet would wash away any intelligence from you. For a toy, you impress me, Toe Jam. Or, should I just call you Toey? Don’t answer, I don’t care about your input. Well, let’s go to the library to print out the smaller font! Have fun in my shoes once again!”

After about half an hour stuffed in the suffocatingly humid environment of the shoe once again, the stench pervading all TJ’s bodily functions and the sweat soaking into his fur once again staining him with the odor of the paw, he was returned to the desk to work. And he worked fast, and for the first time in two weeks, he felt like himself once more. He was allowed to think, allowed to keep his brain in shape, undoing any damage done by the slamming toes and disgusting smell.

After an hour of doing work while toes continuously poked at his back and rubbed his hair into a mess to remind him of his place underfoot, he declared his finished accomplishment. And he was proud of his work, despite the pride being ripped from him as he was forced back underneath the desk while Blake copied the work, toes splaying and playing with him like the toy he was.

“As a reward for doing my homework and proving yourself, I’ll let you have some real food!” Blake said before dragging him along to where his semi-kitchen was and pulled out a bag of ramen noodles. He cut it into supremely small pieces before unceremoniously dropping a portion of it into his shoe. “With the heat and the sweat, I’m sure it’ll boil at some point throughout the day.”

Blake, for the first time in four days, unclipped the leash from TJ’s collar, claiming he didn’t want his micro to eat up too early. Fondling with him between his fingers, Blake decided to reward TJ with a ride elsewhere that day - he didn’t want his toy to ever be separated from his body - and shoved him into the back of his ultra-tight boxer-briefs. For the rest of the day, he is forced to suffer between two butt cheeks this time, crammed in the limited space. He had to inhale a whole new kind of musk, as the swamp-ass enveloped him with muggy sweat.

After a day within the foul ass, he was fetched out and immediately brought up to Blake’s enormous muzzle that dwarfed him in size. The giant sniffed him heavily, the displaced air tugging at his fur as he swung within the grasp of his owner.

“Sheesh, you still smell like dirty feet! Barely even a hint of ass in there; I guess my paws have claimed ownership over you! Geez, you look nasty too, better put your gross-ass back where it belongs.”

Blake reattached him to the paws without hesitation, no respect for the smaller creature’s life. “Eat up!” He then revealed the soles to TJ, showing him the noodles smushed into the paw, mixed in with layers of dirt and soggy with sweat. They sure did cook alright, marinating within the paw for nearly 10 hours, now hardly distinguishable from the grime. Whimpering but feeling the pangs of hunger rake his empty stomach, he stepped up to the paw to begin eating.

It only tasted slightly better than the toe jam; the ramen taste was replaced by the tangible taste of musk, the smell which invaded his lungs upon contact. His eyes burned from the stench and his mind grew numb quickly, the only thought in his mind remaining being the awful taste of his hardly-edible “food” that he reluctantly but eagerly licked off the foul sole.

The next morning, after doing the homework of the day for Blake, his giant owner decided that he had been too nice the previous day to his toy and sought to rectify that. Thus, he proceeded to stomp the lifeforce out of TJ, slamming his feet down over and over again onto him, crushing him. The only reason he remained relatively unharmed was because of the carpet padding the constant barrage of mashing stomps. After every stomp, he was pulled upward by his collar, unable to get a break from the torture as he temporarily dangled with no chance of breathing before having his body compressed to nothing underneath.

“Haha! Where’s your fight now, bitch? That’s what you get for being so demanding yesterday! You need to realize how inferior you really are, even if you do homework now!”

But TJ didn’t react at all. Half trapped under the plush toes, bruised beyond anything any other living being could comprehend, he merely let loose. He cried, uncontrollably sorrowful. Blake, for the first time, caught sight of this.

“What are you crying at, you got what you deserve!” No response. “What did my grinding you under paw break you or something?... hmm, that’s disappointing. I liked you feisty…. Ok, chill with the crying already, geez! Stop it or else! Why are you so sad! It’s not like your life was any better before I captured you, you’re a fucking micro! This is where you belong! Come on, how much could you really possibly be missing!”

Blake leaned down to hear what his toy said next, attentive for once as TJ finally spoke, “I miss my… my fucking freedom! Yeah life still sucks not having rights, but at least I was free!”

“Oh… that’s… that’s way overrated!”

TJ continued to sob, voice breaking, “I miss listening to music… I miss running free on adventures… I miss... my family. I hate being humiliated and teased and tortured, but nothing’s worse than thinking my family might be miserable as well!”

After a hesitation, Blake spoke, “Come on! They’re fine! All you have to worry about now is my toes! Much simpler life if you ask me. I’m saving you, basically!”

“How do you know they’re fine, “sir”? I-I… it’s bad enough that we’re micros but even in the micro community, we’re ostracized for being hybrids... “

“Wait, you’re a hybrid? Huh, I always just assumed you were a little mousey toy! I’m a hybrid too. Lion mom and german shepherd dog. People used to be mean about it in middle school before I started working out, heh. Look, about your family… would you stop crying if I made sure they were safe?”

“NO! DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM!”

“WOAH! Chill, Toe Jam, I’m not playing anymore, even though you are under my paw still. I mean it, like, what if I helped them out. Like anonymously giving them food every now and then… like monthly or some shit.”

TJ paused and looked into the huge eyes that glazed down upon him, still scarily massive but now with a look of honesty in them. “Really?”

“Sure, why not? If it’d make your bitch-ass stop crying, then sure. It’s no big deal, micros don’t eat much. How many family members you have?”

“I… My mom, my older brother, my younger sister, and my littermate… And they’re favorite food is bread, we love that, heh… Are you serious?”

“YES, damn, stop harassing me about it.”

“And… and… can I write a letter to them?”

Blake snorted, “As long as you don’t tell them how to save you because you can’t be saved. I’m not giving up my toe toy, you’re too much fun.”

“It’ll just be one final goodbye, sir. Just to say I’ve passed away peacefully so they never know what happened... “

“Fine. Also, I’m only 20, sir doesn’t sound right. Call me master instead, heheh.”

That day, TJ was given a break while Blake delivered a month’s worth of food and the letter to where TJ promised his family stayed. But upon return, Blake had a surprise up his sleeve.

“Hey, Toey, I have a gift for you! It’s just as good as the last one!”

Dread filled TJ as Blake bounded up to where his leash was tied to. His owner laid down a small package in front of him. Hesitant, he opened the box only to be shocked by what he saw inside. It was a thin, itty-bitty square screen and a pair of micro-sized earbuds. Astonished, TJ realized he was given some sort of music device, like an mp3, only mini…

“Wha-?”

“Shut up. Y’know what, for talking back, you’re going into my armpit for football practice tonight! Now put those earbuds in and get ready to be tangled up in my sweaty pit!”

TJ knew now that despite all the torture he has been through, and all the torment that laid ahead, his giant owner will always care for him... even if very subtly.