Master Lars is really pissed off. Slave Helmut was supposed to bring him 500 Euro. But the stupid dope insists he had only agreed to bring 100 Euro. Helmut literally has only 100 Euro with him, nothing more , nothing less. In no time at all, the Slave discovers he's earned a couple of slaps to the face. Lars hits really hard. Shit that hurts. Then the young Master sits on the sofa, begins to smoke a shisha and gets Helmut to lick his totally dirty pair of Nikes clean. The slave is totally repulsed by what he has to do. Just how the soles look shows that this isn't going to be a picnic. "Lick, you Bastard!“, commands the Youngmaster. Helmut knows that there's no point in resistance. It's not long before the slave is told to liberate his Master's feet from his trainers. What that reveals is two feet which are clad in a totlly grotty pair of socks. "I've been wearing those for three weeks" says Lars, unconcerned. . And ina tone which brooks no contradiction, he says 'Get sniffing'. Helmut almost throws up. The socks smell even worse than they look. Not only does the slave have to suck in the stench from these horror socks, he also has to lick off the dirt which is stuck to them. As Helmut lies on the floor like a defenceless beetle, his head is jammed between his Master's stockinged feet. Lars sends a think portion of snot on its way and soon it lands in Helmut's mouth. "Swallow!" Of course later on the loser has to give full attention to his Master's bare feet. The slave's tongue sucks up the dirt from between the toes as if it was a sponge. To round things off there's a whole series of slaps to the face. The young Master loudly hawks up another thick portion of snot. "Come on, get your mouth open" Helmut has no choice- - Master Lars in top form. It's so cool to see how he smokes his Shisha while her's tormenting and humiliating his victim.