A young man wanted to become a famous mercenary, so he embark on a trip in order to find some mercenary group to join. In one small town, the young man heard about a mercenary band called Bull's Chargers led by a Qunari by the name of Iron Bull. He went to the city tavern looking for them. Entering the tavern the first thing he noticed was a huge Qunari. Assuming that he was the leader he approached him and said he wanted to join his group of mercenaries. Iron Bull laughed and handed the drink to the young man. Thinking than it meant he was admitted in the group, the young man drank until he passed out. When he woke up he discovered that he was still in the tavern but that everything around him was big, or rather that he has shrunk. He was on the floor of the tavern and in front of him were huge boots. Looking up he saw the smiling face of Iron Bull.
“A skinny novice like you could never become a mercenary, but there is something you could be useful for. You will join our group but not as a mercenary but as my foot slave. You see, I travel a lot and my feet are killing me constantly. They also stink a lot and get very dirty. So from now on your task will be to take care of them.”
Iron Bull took off his boots and brought his stinky feet in front of his new slave.
“Welcome to Bull's Chargers, welcome to your new life.”
The young man could not believe what he had just heard, he was literally deprived of choice. With tears in his eyes he had to accept that from now on he was Iron Bull's foot slave and that his old life was over.
“A skinny novice like you could never become a mercenary, but there is something you could be useful for. You will join our group but not as a mercenary but as my foot slave. You see, I travel a lot and my feet are killing me constantly. They also stink a lot and get very dirty. So from now on your task will be to take care of them.”
Iron Bull took off his boots and brought his stinky feet in front of his new slave.
“Welcome to Bull's Chargers, welcome to your new life.”
The young man could not believe what he had just heard, he was literally deprived of choice. With tears in his eyes he had to accept that from now on he was Iron Bull's foot slave and that his old life was over.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 968px
I’ve been wanting to see foot art of Iron Bull for ages! This is great! The story went well with it too!
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