Just a month ago, a law was passed where people who want to be useful objects for other men can renounce their humanity and become authentic furniture for handsome boys, the measure that began promoted by famous singers like JB or malu**, quickly became popular and quickly having a gay guy at home available to lick your sweaty and tired feet after a long day became a necessity for the new generation of men, everyone wished they had one, Homofurnitures the company in charge immediately became extremely successful, Clara Ethan's girlfriend (Mention only, there are no women in this video) works in this company, but because she is a girl she does not have the right to keep her Furniture-person but she can give it to her boyfriend who happily accepts it, Ethan already He has plans to debut his new object tonight, a basketball game, a couple of friends with stinky feet, ideal for debuting his new gift. Dimitri and Steve get home and make themselves comfortable without really understanding why there is an unknown and apparently mute person on the couch, Ethan proceeds to put his feet on his new gift and almost by inertia and imitation Steve and Dimitri do the same. Anyway, while they wait for the game they dedicate themselves to watching plays from their favorite teams, it seems like a normal night until Dimitri breaks the silence and asks about the homosexual they are standing on. Ethan replies that he is a Furniture-person that his girlfriend gave him, Dimitri is an internet guy so he knows what Ethan means by this and now it all makes sense. The desire to play with the homo invades Dimitri's head, he wants to check if what they say is true, that he tolerates everything you do with them no matter how disgusting it is, and well... Dimitri who is a boy who plays a lot of soccer games in the week in the neighborhood courts, besides being the type of guy who changes his socks once a week and always wears the same pair of shoes until they are extremely worn to the point of having to buy new ones. Let's not say that his feet smell precisely like flowers. He is more only slightly unnoticed by his companions due to the open bag of Doritos in the room, since his feet smell and taste completely the same as these. Dimitri takes off his shoe and places it tightly against the homo's nose, making him smell his musty and humid interior, his breathing can be heard, but there is no complaint from the whore, probably his sensitivity levels are too high by default and Since it is the first use, there is no other way for someone not to react to that plague. Steve decides to imitate Dimitri and takes off his sneakers with which he has gone to the gym these last few days, in terms of foot hygiene, Steve is somewhat similar to Dimitri in terms of the use of sneakers and socks, but due to genetics his feet stink two scales less than dimitri's and his scent is more of the musky type. This time the furniture begins to have slight expressions on the furniture's face, perhaps it is waking up from its first lethargy waiting for a master. It's Ethan's turn, who this time places his white sneakers in the furniture-whore's nostrils, the homo-object's lungs fill up identifying and keeping note of the smell of the feet of who will be his owner for many years. Ethan's foot odor is a mix between Doritos and Musk, 3 notches lower than Dimitri's, being a 6 for Ethan. >>> The mixture of aromas begin to invade the homo's confused senses, why can't he move? he doesn't remember and he doesn't understand why these straight men make him to smell their sneakers, despite the 3 of them being completely attractive, the smell is nauseating, but something in him makes him interpret it as addictive, it's a disgusting smell, but without understand why he wants more and more even with the repulsion he feels. almost as if someone had reprogrammed his head so that he was like that. That boy, the pretty thin one with standing hair, his feet are extremely smelly, my senses identify him as a 9 and his socks are so worn that they are not even white anymore, I feel a deep disgust when I feel his foot on my face to the point that I want to vomit but nothing moves in my stomach, in my head only the phrase “You exist for this” “You exist for this” “You exist for this”, I only exist for this.