Markus gasped for air as the massive socked appendage finally slipped off of him and out of the shoe. Cool fresh air wafted into the confines of his sweat-scented prison and the human let out a loud, exhausted groan.

With seemingly little care for the sneaker’s tiny inhabitant the shoe tipped over laying on its side and making little Markus roughly slid down, remaining in place for a moment as he reflected on his ride throughout the day.

He’d crawled inside Peyton’s sneaker in the morning as the giant knight was getting ready for the day. Markus had had very little he could do when he watched his roommate abscent-mindedly inserting hiss massive socked foot into the opening. The little guy had been forcefully pushed all the way to the tip of the sneaker where he had become trapped – squeezed and kneaded by Peyton’s massive socked toes – as the knight went about his day.

What had come next closely resembled a sauna, with sweat dripping from the collage knight’s foot, soaking his socks and Markus along with them. The little guy had remained there completely helpless for almost 7 hours until finally he had found himself where he was now.

The little man slowly crawled towards the opening. He grabbed hold of the rim of the sneaker and fell flat on top of it, panting. “Good... Good god Sir Peyton. You were not... kidding about how sweaty it gets inside of there... Oaaah...” Markus coughed... clearing his throat as and coughing up a tiny pieces of sock lint. “What a ride though!”

The big college knight had been searching for his roommate for a while, and now that he heard Markus’ voice it didn’t take long for the titan to piece together where the little foot-loving troublemaker had run off to. Peyton knelt, placing his gray with red socked foot over the sneaker. Curiously he tilted his head to the side watching as the little guy crawled out of the shoe. “Oh there you are… Are you okay, sir Markus? You’ve been missing for the whole day, you have been in there this whole time, I suppose?”

“Yeah...” Markus admitted without much resistance, still limp and panting one the very edge of the sneaker. “Yeah I've been in here... for a quite a while... God... And oh sir Peyton... Gosh I've just been... stuck under your enormous musky sole... “

Peyton didn’t seem too surprised to hear those words as he continued. “I was worried that one of the jocks of the football team captured you or something.” He said pressing on down on his shoe a little harder as Markus would observe it distorting a little under the considerable weight of the giant knight’s foot. “Though I suppose, given just where you had run off to, you wouldn't mind that kind of predicament anyway.” Peyton chuckled, stepping off the sneaker and walking towards the kitchen. “I will let you rest for a bit. I’ll come pick you up when I have dinner ready. Please try not to get lost in my footwear again.”

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Another commission I got from  darkzeus of his character Peyton, the college knight!