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Kneeling on the cold tiles, he's clad in nothing but his favorite boxer shorts and pristine white socks. His heart races as he feels the familiar pressure building. With a deep breath, he lets go, feeling the hot liquid soak through the thin fabric, weighing down his shorts, and trickling onto his socks. He watches, mesmerized, as the fluid drips, creating dark patches on the once-pristine cotton, his fetish for feet and pissing consuming him.