The first ever emerald to be found in Wakanda had become a hot news story. Wakanda was known for its natural vibranium production so discovering an emerald was incredibly bizarre and attention-getting. The bizarreness of the find was one thing but rumors quickly began to spread about its special properties and capabilities with speculation ranging from reality manipulation to time travel. Those rumors spread particularly fast among the criminal circuits of the world, earning curiosity from plenty of people eager to get their hands on the emerald and use it to their advantage. Aware of the risk of it being stolen, the Wakandans sent their own guards to deliver it to New York where it could be studied by a world-renowned scientist in a special underground vault.

However, that didn’t stop those with sinister intentions from pursuing the emerald. One such man, too average to the uninitiated to be concerned about, arrived at the entrance of the building housing the emerald and quickly proved he was anything but average. Dressed in a plum suit and with a sharp-featured face, he simply told the front desk guards to take a nap, resulting in two armed men peacefully asleep by the door while the other guards below watched the security footage. Realizing it must’ve been someone with superhuman abilities, the guards used the direct line they’d been given to The Avengers in case the emerald should come under serious threat.

The rather smooth character looked over the information on the desk computer to see where the emerald was being stored in the building and was headed toward the elevator when a voice commanded him to stop. “It would be unwise to continue…I would hate to have to dirty your suit” Thor announced, convincing The Purple Man to turn around and face him, Ant-Man, and Hawkeye. “My my…three Avengers just for me? I didn’t realize I was so special” “Don’t flatter yourself, Barney” Hawkeye answered. “I assure you my affinity for purple isn’t my most charming quality” “This isn’t a first date. This is us telling you to back off from what you’re doing” Scott Lang chimed in, getting an arrogant smirk from Killgrave.

“Actually, I think you three were just about to preoccupy yourselves with something else…something more sizable” Killgrave explained. “We’re not interested in whatever game you’re playing. Leave now!” Thor demanded. “Sure, we can step outside” Zebediah agreed, surprising the heroic trio as they escorted him outside the rather isolated building. “Who are you exactly?” Ant-Man questioned. “They call me The Purple Man but you, you have two different names, correct? Ant-Man as well as Giant-Man. I think you should exercise that latter of the two and grow about, say, 50 feet for me” Killgrave answered and Scott’s friendly eyes glazed over with a violet hue as he obeyed the instruction and pushed the button on his suit to make himself 50 feet taller.

“Scott! What the hell are you doing?” Clint tried to figure out and Thor gripped his hammer in preparation for whatever was afoot but was convinced otherwise by The Purple Man’s power of persuasion. “As for Robin Hood and Captain Lightning, you are going to leave me be. In fact, to keep you busy, both of you now have an absolutely insatiable craving for exactly one thing – your buddy Giant-Man’s big, smelly feet” Killgrave explained, suddenly bewitching both heroes just as easily as he had Lang. “Why don’t you take a load off, big fella. Sit down and take your shoes off so these two can help themselves while I help myself to this emerald. Oh, and you’re going to love it too” Purple Man commanded and Scott did just that, taking a seat on the concrete and prying one giant boot off at a time until his enormous bare feet were exposed. “No socks?! These fellas are in for a real treat then” Killgrave laughed as he made his way back into the building and Thor and Hawkeye obeyed the mind control they’d been put under.

“Look at those big, meaty feet” Thor licked his lips as he approached the right one. “I can smell them already” Clint added as he locked his sights on the other towering sole. “Eat up, guys” Scott invited as he took his helmet off and his teammates dove in. Thor’s outstretched arms barely fit the width of the right foot but held on as his tongue practically leapt toward the very middle, delivering a nice, long lick along the wrinkly sole. Clint opted for the heel, kneeling down and wrapping his mouth around as much of the foot as he could to slurp it like a snow cone.

“OohAoh! Yeah! Get in theREeEAha!” Scott couldn’t help but giggle as he encouraged the devoted worship. “I didn’t know you were ticklish, Scott” Thor added between licks. “Just a liHiHiTtLLe!” “I’d say more than a little” Clint countered with a scratch along the top of the heel, making Lang laugh a little harder. “I don’t know if the most divine food in Asgard could best the taste of your feet” Thor admitted as he drooled a bit and started snaking his tongue from one side of the foot to the other with slow, passionate enthusiasm, leaving a glazed trail of affection behind as he continued.

“I just wish my tongue was bigger so I could get more at one time” Hawkeye confessed. “That’s mYyHy trick” Scott pointed out with a satisfied smile as Clint started flicking his tongue along the meatier edge and even kissing the soft wall of flesh every few licks. Ant-Man’s long, milky toes wiggled at the unignorable tickling that came with his friends’ attention but never picked his feet up or tried to pull away. Like The Purple Man had said, he loved it. Scott’s feet were already typically supple and smooth but baking in the boots had left them even more succulent, tender to the touch and uniquely flavored with his natural mix of sweat and tang.

Fortunately for Hawkeye and Thor, the location of the building they’d been called to wasn’t near the city, leaving them with no onlookers as they devoured the feet they’d been convinced were so irresistible. Thor’s winding tongue reached the most southern part of the heel and retracted into his godly mouth, making the blonde moan with pleasure at the concentrated taste he’d collected.

“I must have more!” Thor announced as he walked around and began climbing the top of Scott’s pale foot, surprising the temporary giant as he watched Thor wrap his mouth around where the big toe met the ball of his foot. The Asgardian’s lips suctioned around the edge of the pink sole and went to town, licking and slurping with heated aggression like he was making out with someone on the way to the bedroom. “Ohh…that’s incredible, oh my God” Scott let out in an awe of pleasure as his head fell back a bit and he rested on his hands behind him, taken back by how amazing the mouths were on his powerful feet.

“Wrinkle your sole for me, big guy” Clint soon requested and Scott obliged, bending his foot a little and creating a valley of cheesy wrinkles in front of Hawkeye like a wave about to overtake him. The sight made Barton’s mouth water more and he shot an arrow with a cord attached to go over the top of Lang’s foot, allowing Clint to pull himself up and shimmy his way down like a rock climber so he could drag his tongue between each of the exaggerated wrinkles. “oOoh man! OhoHoohA boy!” Ant-Man laughed with a pearly smile as Clint’s tongue trailed down his mighty foot and enjoyed every bit of the savory goodness hiding in each nook and cranny.

“What do they tAAhASTEeE like?” Lang asked. “Like that salted caramel candy…mixed with some kind of cheddary cream cheese. It’s delicious” Clint gushed as the foot returned to its normal upright position and he climbed across the top of it like Thor had until he reached the collection of long, juicy toes. By now, Thor had drooled over and lapped up the entire top of Scott’s foot, having treated the creamy topside like a plate to be licked clean but he still wasn’t satisfied. “How are his toes? A good as they look?” Hawkeye asked. “I haven’t tried them yet” “I guess we can treat ourselves at the same time then” “Agreed” Thor answered before they both went after Ant-Man’s plump toes like they’d never get enough of Scott’s heavenly feet.

“Just don’t get lost in there…I’d have to wiggle you loose like the lint from my socks” Ant-Man warned with a grin before the new development proved even more ticklish. “OoAohAOhhHhEEY!” bubbled out of Scott like a low thunder while Thor and Clint fed their unending appetites. The brunette archer used his bow to keep the big and second toe pried open a bit and his mouth became a sloppy vacuum slurping up and down the sides of both buttery toes while Thor targeted the smaller toes, burying his face between them and letting his tongue and lips go crazy, savoring every bit of the addictive nectar hiding in the pink row.

“AoHAohAGGuUYyyShAHAAohA! IimMmTToOohoAHTTiiCCkKLLlIiSShH!” Scott admitted as his hands became fists and his body shook like a statue in an earthquake. “That’s too bad” Clint answered with a bit of playful attitude as drool from his and Thor’s greedy worship dripped down Lang’s rosy soles, evidence of how much they loved Ant-Man’s massive feet. Hawkeye soon used anther stringed arrow to lasso around the big toe so he could hang off the side of Scott’s foot and show his low, melty arch some attention while Thor started incorporating nibbles of affection into his slurping between the lush toes, making Scott’s laughter balloon even more. “AAhOOKOOhOOKK!” Ant-Man half-way protested with another smile until The Purple Man suddenly walked back out of the building, emerald in hand.

“Wow. You boys really took to him like ants on a piece of chocolate” Killgrave greeted but his unique influence was still intact, his presence and theft of the gem not alerting them like it normally would. “I’m sure some of your friends will show up at some point to save the day but until then, why don’t I give you something else to do. Maybe a little switcheroo?” Purple Man suggested before walking closer and making his new demands known. “Jolly Green Giant, now you are the one with an unquenchable taste for feet, your two friends’ feet of course, and as for bow and arrow man and blonde Fabio, you are going to enjoy every second of him licking and sucking on your feet and every bit of it is going to tickle like the dickens. Have fun!” Killgrave instructed before hopping in the car he’d taken over, leaving the three spellbound heroes to their assigned roles.

Ant-Man got to his feet, with his satin soles flattening across the pavement before grabbing Thor and Hawkeye in one hand like they were toys. “Please, lick my feet first, Scott!” Thor called out as he and Clint were turned upside down. “No, me first! I bet mine taste the best!” Hawkeye shouted, both men’s outbursts nothing either of them would ever normally say. “Don’t worry guys, I can get to you both at the same time” Lang assured with an eager smile as he took hold of Thor’s boots one at a time to rip them off and stripped Hawkeye’s just as easily. “No socks allowed, Clint” Ant-Man teased before swiping them off both feet with a single finger like he was wiping dust from table.

The pairs of upturned soles were enough to make Scott salivate like his friends had earlier, triggered by and drawn to the heroic feet in front of him. “These feet look good enough to eat, fellas” Ant-Man announced before sticking his tongue out and overwhelming all four feet, slinking back and forth with long licks. “AAHahHAASShHIiIT!!” fired out of Clint with a wild-eyed expression as he went to thrashing around in the air. “OohAohAohAOhAMMyYyFFEEETTAhAHA!!” Thor raged as he reached up for his bare feet but couldn’t reach, both Avengers internally conflicted by how unbearably ticklish the giant tongue was licking across their helpless feet and in love with them being enjoyed at the same time, as dictated by The Purple Man.

The size of Scott’s tongue made its typically unnoticeable texture much more prominent with each graze along the four gorgeous soles. Every drag across them got the same over-the-top ticklish reaction from Hawkeye and Thor as if their normal sensitivity had been turned up to a 15 and their toes wiggled in the air like extra goodies for Scott to snack on. “You guys taste amazing” Lang admitted as he continued indulging like he’d been instructed, now flicking his tongue back and forth across each individual foot for a few seconds at a time. “AAAOHAohOHKKKEEEePPPpGGOOoIiIinNnGG!! IILLLoOhohVVVEEiiITT!!” Clint encouraged as he bucked and jerked around like a fish on a hook as his silky, surprisingly flawless feet wiggled and wrinkled under ever lick. “KKEEEEHhEEPP UuuSSiINNGGYyoUOuURRTToONNGGuuEE TToOoTTiiiCCkKLLLmMMEEE!! IiITTSSsGGRREeEAAHATT!” Thor had no choice but to push as his golden 12 ½s suffered every wet drag of Scott’s obedient tongue.

“I’m so glad you guys are enjoying it! I could keep going all day!” Scott added before surprising both of them by taking all four naked, now hyper-ticklish feet, in his mouth. Only a moment passed before Hawkeye and Thor realized what they were in for when Lang started running his tongue all over their tasty soles and slurping their toes 10 at a time, covering Ant-Man’s tongue with each pair’s unique taste, Barton’s a mixture of cheese popcorn and sweat and Thor’s like some kind of fruity yet earthy beer. “AAHHAOHHoha IIIMmMTToOoOTTiiIiCCkKLLLIiISSSHH!!” Clint admitted as he grabbed his head like he was losing his mind and Thor jerked around in the air with a roaring, uncontrollable laugh while Scott held them by their legs and continued licking, slurping, sucking, and drooling on every inch of the macho feet in his mouth.

Thankfully, after some of the guards in the building alerted the other Avengers, Falcon and Doctor Strange arrived to help. “What the hell is going on here?” Sam asked with a dumfounded look. “Other than some foot guy’s daydream, I’d say they’re under some kind of influence, a spell or something” Strange answered. “Isn’t that something you handle?” “Yes it is. Hopefully I can snap all three of them out of it at the same time” Strange explained as he conjured up some of his magic and broke whatever force had gotten them to that point.

That night at the Avengers Headquarters dinner, the only topic of conversation was what’d happened to Thor, Hawkeye, and Ant-Man earlier that day, with the other Avengers somewhere between sympathetic and very humored by the whole thing. “So, let me get this straight, a man in a purple suit told you to become Giant-Man and he told you guys to lick his feet?” Captain America questioned, possibly the most neutral at the table. “His name is Zebediah Killgrave and he goes by The Purple Man. I looked him up. Apparently if he tells you to do something, you have to do it” Scott explained with a bit of lingering embarrassment. “So, he’s like an evil Simon Says?” Falcon teased, making Rhodey and Tony laugh.

“It is not funny! Controlling the will of a god is no laughing matter; it is a perversion” Thor argued. “We’re just lucky he didn’t tell you to do anything dangerous to each other. He certainly could have from what it sounds like” Strange pointed out. “You’re so right, Steven, but I do have another question for Scott. Did Barton’s feet taste like he’d washed them that day or…?” Tony teased. “How about I show you?” Clint challenged with a bruised ego as he started to get up from the table. “I was just joking, just joking…no need to shove your toes in my mouth” Stark added. “Enough of this pointless talk! Are we eating or not?” an annoyed Thor questioned. “Yes, I believe the ribs just finished up so we should be about ready. But if you want something else, I could always run to Subway or something, maybe get you a footlong?” Tony teased, sparking fresh laughter and anger at the table. This story was sure not to get old for a long time.