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[pegasus-omega]

Picture source: @frederic-fournel

Joe pulled up to his cousin's house. He took off his shoes and removed the sock on his left foot. He then extended his left foot towards his cousin Nick. "You know my payment." He smirked.

Nick hated having his cousin pick him up and take him places every time. It was always the same payment over and over. "Can we make another arrangement.? Like I can give you gas money at least once a week? Or pay for your lunch once or twice a week? Anything but this, please." He pleaded.

"it's not my fault your licence was suspended, and you need my help to take you places." Joe paused, slightly removing his left foot. "It's not my fault all the other cousins don't want to give you a ride because you never offer anything in return. So, what are your options?" He re-extended his foot barefoot back towards him.

"But you know how much I don't like feet, especially in my face." Nick tried to get out of paying his cousin in the manner he always expects.

"Your choice, it's the bus, taxi, or Uber, or me." Joe said, wiggling his toes in Nick's face. He knew exactly what he would decide. He was just waiting on him to admit defeat as always. The fact that Nick hated feet was the reason he chose this form of payment for driving him places. It was more fun having a personal foot slave to worship his feet, especially when it was the foot slave benefiting from getting a ride.

NIck knew his only free option, if you could call it free. He took hold of Joe's foot and began to sniff it starting at the toes down to the heel of his barefoot. He kissed and licked the sole of his foot, eventually sucking on his toes each one at a time. He then sniffed the right foot sock, kissing it. He thought he was finished after forty-five minutes of worshipping his cousin's feet. He then saw Joe hand him his sneakers. He hated that part because his sneakers always feel bad.

"You got to do it. It's my payment, foot slave." Joe reminded him with a smirk.

Nick took the sneakers and began to sniff them. Five minutes sniffing each one before handing them back to Joe.

Joe put is sock and sneakers back on. "Okay, you can get out now. See you in the morning foot slave." He snickered as he watched Nick get out of his car slightly disgusted on being a foot slave to his cousin's feet. "You know you secretly like it." He added.

Nick went to his door and walked into his place. Oddly enough he knew Joe was right about that last part. He didn't want to fully acknowledge it, but the aroma of his cousin's feet was starting to get to him and turn him into the perfect submissive at his feet. He hated that he was starting to enjoy that fact.

[daddiesdadsdads]

[fartcushion]

Dad said if I didn't do well in my final exam I couldn't go on the family holiday, unless I paid for it myself. When the test came back and I was one point of a pass I was devastated. He sympathised, having seen all the effort I'd put in to studying. He made me a deal. I could still come on the holiday and they'd pay for it, but I'd have to earn it. Each meal, drink or excursion I asked money for would require me to perform a service. Obviously I jumped at the offer, calling him the best dad in the world!

On the first night after dinner he came in to my room to tell me that meal was on him, but from then on I would have to be his ass rag. He got hot on trips, the build up of sweat and walking would cause him such discomfort. That's where I came in, my job was too lap at his hole to freshen him up. He figured between 3 meals a day and activities that should keep him from chaffing for the week.

I'd begged for anything else, he just reminded me of our deal. The first day I had starved myself. Declined any offer of food or drink, stood on the sidelines of all activities. By the second day I was so hungry, that night I knocked on my dad's door and asked him to forgive me for going back on my word. He was as forgiving as always and took me back to my room so I could make it up to him. Considering I'd not done my job his cheeks and thighs had rubbed him a little raw and my tongue would be his balm for the next half hour. I could tell he was a still a little annoyed at me, because he let a fart on my tongue and his apology didn't seem too sincere. He didn't actually apologise for the next three.

That's why we're here now. My face inches from my dad's hot and sweaty ass. The stink emanating from it like steam. A sight and smell I had become all too familiar with over the past few days. For the rest of the holiday I did my job. Whenever I asked him for something he made a mental note and he made sure every chance we were alone I repayed my debt.

[mastersfootrest]

Losing Everything Beneath Ted’s Feet

“Ugh, today was just so exhausting, I think I need a break, man.” I sighed, walking next to the couch.

My sincere declaration was met with the deep, boisterous laughter of my roommate, Ted. “Naw man, you’re just pussin’ out ‘cause you know you’re about to get fucking tanked dude!”

Scoffing, I shrugged off his accusation. “I win like nine times out of ten! I don’t even think you believe that!”

“There’s something in the air, dude. I was feeling it at work today. It was like I could lift anything I needed to without any struggle. I just know I’m gonna do the same to you… if you don’t puss out that is.” His voice was stern and strong. Defiant to all resistance.

“We game like all the time,” I tried to reason, “why does it have to be tonight? We can just do this tomorrow, right?”

“Naw, man,” he shook his head. “I wanna run on this high. How ‘bout we make this interesting. I know you didn’t hang out with the guys in college, but we have a lot of ways of making games more interesting. We’ll change it up, make it more fun. Something worthwhile for you.”

“Ignoring whatever that jab was…” I rolled my eyes, “What are some of these ideas?”

“We could bet money, though that’s always the most boring option.”

“Dude, we barely make enough to have any sort of fun money. What else is there.” “Good, I didn’t want to do that shit either,” he agreed. “We’d also make bets where the loser had to do whatever the winner said.” He started howling to himself. “There was one time where a friend of ours, Eli, kept fucking losing! Hahaha, eventually Stan just got sick of it, and made a bet that if Eli lost he had to be his slave for a week. Fuck, dude! Eli’s face when he fucking lost, and lost hard. It was fucking hilarious.” He paused for a moment and then made a face like he had an epiphany before chuckling to himself.

“Dude, what?” I inquired, quizzically staring at him losing it all on his own.

“I forgot, Eli came out a few years after we all graduated. Fuck… you know… he probably fucking lost that shit on purpose! I heard some of the sick shit Stan made him do that week… it makes sense he ended up being a fag—“ He stopped himself before he finished, looking at me sheepishly. “Heh, sorry man, I almost forgot myself for a minute. I know you don’t like hearing that word, ‘specially out of a straight man like me.”

I was taken aback by how Ted was just talking and could only slowly nod. Seeing that he wasn’t really reprimanded, he concluded, “You just should have seen it, man. If you were there, it would have made sense. If there was ever a time to use that word, looking back now, it was then!”

Nervously laughing, I just tried to move the conversation along. “Aaaanyway, let’s rule that out for now, any others?”

“Well, we also used to have the losers take shots. That was always funny since they’d just get worse and worse and end up wasted by the end. But you don’t drink, so that just leaves the last option.” He paused before a wicked grin spread across his face.

“What is it, man?” I leaned in expectantly.

He leaned forward in turn and I could feel his hot breath, thick with the scent of his beer spread across my face. “Strip betting. Loser takes off a piece of clothing. Keep going ‘till they’re naked… or more.” He had a shit eating grin with the last addition, a statement and a grin I didn’t understand in this moment.

“I don’t really know what you mean by more, but how does this entice me?”

“C’mon, bro. You don’t have to play coy. I know you’d probably love to see me strip off my clothes. ‘Specially after a long day, see the sweat glisten on this skin. Just try and tell me you’re not down for this shit.”

Now Ted was definitely a handsome guy. Really the embodiment of being a MAN, at least in the traditional sense. He had big everything. Big legs, big feet, big arms, a big belly. Yet you could tell underneath it all was this dense muscle. People would sometimes laugh seeing us as roommates considering the difference between us. I did try to workout, but mainly so I could have a big butt and eat a little treat every now and then. Compared to him, I was practically twink-ish despite not looking as thin or malnourished as many twinks do. But that’s just what happens when you have a hulking man standing beside you. And Ted’s features were all highlighted by a rugged, but clean and even, in some ways, cute face. He had a baby face that finally adultified and just became handsome and strong.

So, honestly, I couldn’t lie, thinking about seeing him naked wasn’t an unattractive proposition. But also, Ted was straight as a door nail. What would I really gain from getting this man to strip? An amplified undying lust for a man I could never have? Pass. I was getting ready to turn down the idea when he spoke back up.

“Spending an awfully long time thinking about it, huh, dude? It’s all right, I bet you’re just having to think about a good excuse for why you could turn me down when you know you wanna see this all exposed.”

I turned beet red and started stuttering trying to deny the accusation.

“Ah ah ah,” he tutted, “It’s all right, why don’t we just play a few games and you can see how much fun you’re having. After two or three rounds, if you still wanna call it quits, we can. Sound fair?”

Honestly, at this point I felt exhausted. Going along with what he wants just felt like the easier option.

“Sure,” I reasoned, “we can play a few rounds, see how it goes.”

With that shit eating grin returning to his face, he exclaimed in victory, “Atta boy! Hope you’re ready to taste defeat again and again!”

-

After putting my work things away, I came back into the living room and sat on the couch beside Ted. He had also recently come home and was still in his work clothes. As a construction worker, this meant he had on some thick jeans, heavy boots, and two layers of shirts, one long-sleeve undershirt and a thick zip up coat. I glanced over his attire and exclaimed, “Hey! That’s not fair. You have on more than me. You even still have on your boots! That’s gotta be cheating.”

“Heh, that’s just the way the game works, Lev, my boy. It’s whatever you’re wearing at the time. So don’t even think about going to put on more shit. ‘Sides, I had these boots on because as much as it’d feel better to have ‘em off, we were working hard today and it was a warm one for us. I was trying not to stink up the place too much.”

I looked down at his boots and shuddered. Ted and I moved in together toward the end of Fall and it was now starting to get to be late Spring and warming up. For the most part, he’d always commented how nice it was that we’d had such cold weather since it kept him cooled. But today had been pretty hot in comparison. The first day in the 60’s after months of anything barely above 40’s. Maybe he was doing us a favor…

But as I heard the upbeat music of the first game kick in, I turned my attention to the game and locked in. We played three different games: a kart racer, a fighting game, and a free-for-all game where you tried to survive being knocked out in mini games. As much as it’d be a little tedious switching between, we loved the change of pace and it helped us to never get bored.

I was better than Ted at almost all of them. The first two were easy to master through playing often, but the last involved too many unknowns with online players. That’s what made it almost more fun, but also the hardest to rely on. I felt confident though that I could make it out the winner even if he consistently won in the third game.

The discrepancy in our skill levels was only made more apparent once we actually started. As exhausted as I was, I was still able to maintain first for all of the races, while he sat comfortably in second, never really coming near me.

“See, Ted, I don’t really see how you think this is going to work in your favor.” I tried to reason with him once more.

Grunting, he just untied his laces and pried off a heavy boot. “There’s plenty of time left to come in from behind. Hehe, I’m often coming from behind if you know what I mean.” He snickered to himself as we switched to the fighting game.

I rolled my eyes as my nose twitched slightly. He wasn’t lying about keeping those boots on. That’s when I noticed he still had one of them on!

“Hey, don’t you need to take that other boot off!”

“Ahhh, see, it’s just one article of clothing, Lev. I took one off, didn’t I?”

Exasperated, I once again felt it would just be easier to let Ted have his way. Shaking my head, I turned back to the new game on the screen and selected my character.

“See, it’s all just easier, when you let ‘ol Ted lead and you follow. Now, I’m about to beat your pansy ass.” He laughed to himself.

Ted did not, in fact, beat my pansy ass. But… He came a lot closer than he has before.

“Damn! I really am better at this game today!” He exclaimed to himself as he began unlacing the second boot. With a loud thud, he dropped the other boot just like the first and kicked his socked feet up onto the ottoman.

We prepared to move on to the third game and as the game loaded us into the first round I noticed my nose felt like it was on fire. It took a second or two before I realized it was as if it was being pounded with a sweaty, stinky sledge hammer. I tried to hold my breath through my nose, but somehow that made it worse. It felt like I needed to breathe more, air it out more… except airing it out really only sucked in more of the dank air.

It wasn’t for a few second that I realized we’d started.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, as I rushed to try and catch up as many of the other players characters bounded across the screen ahead of me.

It was tough, but with much effort, I made it through the round and on to the next. Beside me, I heard Ted chuckling to himself about how far ahead he was and how it was time for me to be knocked down a peg.

I was determined to make it through, this would teach him a lesson and hopefully show him how dumb this was turning out to be. He was just going to end up naked in front of me!

As the round started and we had to stay alive to progress, that thought circled in my head. Ted was going to get naked in front of me. Would he really undress all the way? There was no way… right? Flashes of a thick, bushy cock at the base of his crotch flashed before my eyes and I had to squeeze them shut and open again to refocus.

I managed to just barely dodge something that threatened to knock me out, but as I jumped out of the way, I ran into a small group of other players and just as another object came flying past, someone grabbed me and together we were hit and sent off the edge, knocking us out.

“Dammit!” I yelled, excitedly. “Ugh,” I sighed as the realization of the loss hit me as Ted’s character progressed on, “I lost, fair and square.” I fessed up.

“Hell yeah you did. Now take off your shirt, bro. Loser strips.” 

I complied with his order and threw my shirt down before turning to him in confusion. “Wait, how come you get to tell me what to take off!”

Bellowing in laughter so hard, his character ended up getting knocked out and eliminated, he wiped away a tear before admitting, “I was just seeing if you’d do it. Besides… normaaaally we do let the winners decide what the losers will remove.”

Exasperated, I called him out, “You didn’t tell me that before!”

“HAH! So I bet you would have wanted to have me strip more than just my boots, huh? What, would you have told me to take my pants off? I knew you’d wanna see me naked! See pretty enticing game, huh?”

I fumbled my words trying to find some way to resist what he was saying. It wasn’t really that he was right per se. Sure, seeing Ted take his pants off would have been hot, but that wouldn’t have even been my first choice. I’d have probably said his jacket and then maybe his shirt.

“Whatever, man.” I pouted, unable to form the words properly to retort his argument. “Let’s just get back to the kart racer so I can beat your ass again.”

“We’ll see about that,” Ted taunted.

But I was locked in. After restarting the first game, I didn’t do amazingly, but I made sure to beat him every time, even if only just barely. Shit… was he getting better at this?

“So, I guess you want me to take off my pants now?” Ted sighed, but with a cocky grin on his face.

I took a second to speak before quietly demanding, “…Sock.”

“Huh? I didn’t quite catch that?” He snickered.

“Take off a sock. I’m not just gonna tell you to take your pants off!”

Giggling to himself like he’d won something, he followed through and removed his left sock, the foot closer to me. I was busy setting up the fighting game when he sneered and announced “Here’s your prize!” as he tossed the sock onto my face.

I felt the damp warm surface fall across my nose and mouth before I had time to react. Taken aback, I sharply inhaled through my nose and was assaulted by Ted’s dank foot sweat nearly from the source. Instantly I felt light-headed and slowly reached up to swipe it off my face. For a moment though, that burning sensation had stopped. Perhaps overwritten by all the other intense dysregulating scents defiling my nose. It was relief… but… but not in a good way, that couldn’t be good relief.

With the game now set up, my nose resumed twitching, itching and burning, almost more intensely now. Probably from his sock being removed. Fuck. What the hell did Ted do today?

It was a slight blur, but I selected my character and we started and I was trying to fight back, but it was much harder this time. Ted was getting so much better. We were basically even this time.

My only saving grace is that his attacks seemed sporadic and isolated. I tried my hardest to focus in just enough to plan a combo and with both of us on our last lives and close to being taken out, I sent him flying off the map.

Despite, this I felt unable to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Whooo! That was a close one, bud. You were putting up a good fight there, but I’ll for sure, have you next time.” He smirked, and playfully ran a finger across my exposed nipple sending electricity shooting through my cock.

With that it felt like I could finally take that deep inhale again as I shuddered from the sensation. Ted then crossed his right leg to face me and chuckled, “Other sock this time I take it?”

Despite my defiance and not wanting to seem like a horny perv, after all the teasing and the struggle to make it through these matches, I desperately wanted him to take off his pants. I readied to open my mouth as Ted slid a finger into the sock and prepared to peel it off.

“C’mon, bud, it’s not that hard to just tell me to peel off the other stinker.” He grunted humorously.

“Oh… yeah. Take off the other sock then, please.” I mumbled. It would just be easier to go along with what Ted wanted. Besides, he said he’d wanted to get more comfortable. Considering I’m gonna keep coming out on top, the least I could do was let him be comfortable as he lost.

“Hah, ‘Please?’ Well at least you’re learning some manners.” Ted said amused. As we went back to the third game, he stretched out his legs and crossed his feet.

I was determined to keep winning. Even as it felt like my capabilities were diminishing for some reason… maybe the exhaustion. Still, as our little characters were sent into the first mini game, I stayed laser focused on the screen. It was hard fought, but this time I made it to the final round with Ted.

This was a survival round, and per our rules, the winner doesn’t have to win the whole thing, just survive longer than the other person. Our characters stood on platforms that would disappear after a few moments and we had to keep running and jumping around to stay alive as we used up our flooring. Tier after tier of flooring disappeared until we were nearing the bottom. Both Ted and I still in it. He was one tier below me, giving me the upper hand. As I sat frozen and focused, Ted remained calm and assured of himself.

“Now don’t think you got this in the bag just because I’m closer to fallin’ out.” He crossed his right leg and leaned his head forward, bringing in his focus as well.

My nose started to twitch and burn again, inadvertently drawing my eyes down to the source. His right foot looked as though it was facing me, staring at me. The toes wiggled playfully despite Ted’s clear focus, as if demonstrating that he was still relaxed and in control beneath that facade of focus. He stretched and scrunched his foot and I had to scratch my nose to stop the burning. A half second after I did, I heard the sound of one of us being eliminated. I looked up excitedly as I saw my screen now mirroring his own, an indication that I had been the one eliminated.

“Fuck yeah!” He shouted, as excited as I had been mere moments ago. “I don’t know what the fuck got into you, but you were barely fuckin’ moving, dude!” Chuckling he taunted me further. “Finally realize you can’t win against me? I told you there was something in the air, and I’m about to dominate you, just watch and see!”

Almost as if not caring to even try anymore, Ted was eliminated himself shortly after as I sat in disbelief. I tried to shake his arrogance, but it was hard to let go of when I knew he had been getting closer and closer to winning each game, not just this one.

I was so much better than him. What the fuck was going on?!

As he started up the third round of our games, he demanded, “Pants off, now.”

Still stunned, I stood up and slowly took my pants off before dropping them next to my shirt. It wasn’t until I felt a huge, meaty hand slap my bare ass that I was brought back to reality.

“Fuck, dude! You’re fucking kinky as hell wearing a jockstrap to work! Haha, that cozy ass desk job really lets you get away with anything, huh?!”

My face now bright red, I quickly sat back down, still able to feel the sensation of Ted’s sweaty hand against my cheek. At a loss for words, I reached for a blanket to try and cover up when Ted maneuvered around and kicked my hand with a foot.

“Hey! No covering up! We’re stripping as a part of the bets, that’d defeat the purpose!”

Ted didn’t take his eyes off the screen as I tried to protest and continue pulling a blanket toward me. “Ted, come on, this is embarr—“ He moved his foot to kick away my hand again before missing and I felt a warm and sweaty, dirty sole push into my face. Once again, as the wet musk forced its way into my olfactory senses, the strange sensation with my nose died down and inadvertently released tension in my shoulders and relaxed my face.

“Hah! Whoops, didn’t mean to do that,” he feigned apologetically despite keeping his foot up against my face. “But this works too. Shut you up good, hah! Now, like I said, no covering up. If you win and get me to take off my pants, then I’ll sit right next to you just the same. I won’t have my hairy cheeks out like your smooth ass is out,” he chuckled to himself, “but I’d do it all the same.” After a pausing a second and wiggling his big, meaty toes across my face, he asked, “Do you understand? You gonna sit there bare cheeks exposed like a good boy?”

Despite feeling embarrassed and shaken, I gently nodded, almost caressing my face into his feet.

“Good. Now let’s get back into this shit so I can kick your ass some more!” He cheered, removing the huge sole from my face. I turned my attention back to the game and tried to set up a different build to try and help, but as I did, I couldn’t help but notice that discomfort return to my nose.

Switching up my build from balanced to speedy, I chose one of the thinner female racers which elicited a response from Ted.

“Heh, really leaning into them fag roots now with that pick. But we both know that’s not gonna help you. My man’s huge, like me. He’s gonna run right through and dominate you.” Ted taunted.

I was so focused on trying to win, I barely registered the individual words he said, just that he was saying he’d crush me.

“You’ve been getting destroyed at this,” I pushed back, trying to hold on to my confidence. “There’s no way you’re gonna fucking win. I can guarantee it.”

“Heh,” he grinned devilishly as our racers lined the starting point. “Fine, let’s make this interesting. Shake things up. You win, and you can have me take off two pieces of clothing.”

“You’re on! I’ll do it!—” I agreed proudly.

“Ah,” he cut me off as our racers took off down the course. “If I win, you don’t have to take off anything though, since you’re already soooo close to losing the whole damn thing.” He teased, before revealing my loss condition. “Instead, you’ll be bargaining a service. I’ll get to have you do whatever I want… for five minutes! So thanks for already agreeing!” He snickered.

To his credit, playing these games with these conditions had gotten me more invested… and as I was more invested, I was more intent to win. In a final act of defiance, I asserted, “Fine! But it’s not going to happen. I know it! So it doesn’t matter, we could bet that I do whatever you want five, ten… even, fifteen minutes, but it’s not happening!”

“HAH! You just dug your grave, little man. I know exactly what I’ll have a cocky little shit like you do for fifteen minutes, maybe it’ll teach you some humility.”

Our racers finished the first and second laps as we concluded our banter. I had been ahead of Ted for most of the race, a huge boon thanks to that speed he tried to discredit; but as we approached the halfway point of the final lap he finally pulled ahead of me.

“Heh, victory is within grasp, I can already feel your hands working my tired arches and soles.”

“What?” I questioned, distracted.

“Yeah, that’s right, when I win you’re gonna really get to experience being beneath me. Literally. Hope you enjoy getting up close and personal with my big dogs. Gonna shut that trap of yours and have you treat me like a king.”

He gloated as if his victory was assured. But I had one last chance. As we approached the end point, I was trailing behind him with a speed item. He was close to the edge of the course on his left and after taking a sharp turn, I was closer and could use my speed item to cut past him. Going to the right was safer, but I knew I could do it.

I clicked to use the item while there was still time left and shouted, “I’m not rubbing your big stinky—“ 

Then just as I got ready to pass him, his heavy-class male character rammed their kart into the kart of the light-class female character I’d chosen and sent it flying off the edge.

Not a second later, he passed the finish line in first.

“Whoo!” Ted erupted joyously, practically jumping in his seat. “What’d I tell you about playing a faggy character, dude! A man always comes out on top!” I was too stunned to speak and while I tried to find the words, I felt his big sweaty paw on the back of my neck shove me to the ground. Turning around he moved his feet on top of me, pressing my back against the ground. “Now, what was that about my feet? You said you wouldn’t rub my stinky feet? Is that anyway to talk about the man who owns you for the next fifteen minutes?” His arrogance grew ten times what it’d ever been. He was enjoying this. “I think a little bitch in your place should learn to enjoy their job. And since your job is rubbing my stinky,” he emphasized the word again, “feet, you’re not just gonna rub ‘em. Start with the right,” he demanded, shaking the foot in my face as I lifted my hands, still too stunned to do anything else but what he was telling me. “And, while you rub that one. You’re gonna be taking deeeeep whiffs of the other.” He extended his left foot into my face until it engulfed me. My head spun underneath the dank cheesy captor.

I opened up my mouth to speak, and perhaps feeling my lips brush against his feet due being pressed against them, he pushed harder, shutting me up just like he said he would. “No talking. Don’t even try to weasel out of this. You agreed. Heh, you fucking pushed it. Tripling the damn time. Bet you wish you didn’t put your damn foot in your mouth now.” He laughed as he spoke before pausing at the end. “Heh… HA! No… not yet at least. That just gave me a realllll good idea… Hahaha, I’m sure you’ll learn it soon enough, but for now, rub, bitch! I’ll tell you when to switch.”

I was unnerved by whatever his new idea was, but with my face pinned down by his foot and my senses dizzied from swimming in his musk that could only be defined as the epitome of manliness… the only thoughts that could make it through were those telling me to just go along with what Ted wanted. It was easier to just do what Ted wanted.

And so I did, exactly as he said, I took a deep, deep inhale of his foot sweat, right between the dirty toes speckled with toe jam. Above me, Ted closed his eyes and relaxed, seeming to enjoy the sensation of me inhaling his foot funk as I massaged the other foot.

Overwhelmed by the essence of Ted, my brain just… shut down. I massaged and inhaled, exhaled and massaged. My hands moving as if they had a mind of their own, which they must have because I wasn’t really thinking about what I was doing, but in the fuzzy understanding that I had, I could just barely make out them pausing and focusing on certain areas after he’d groan in pleasure from those focal points being attended to.

Eventually, he swapped feet, and this time, his right foot truly covered my entire face. Instead of placing my nose between his first two toes, it founds itself beneath his long, wide arch. Unable to see anything, I closed my eyes and continued the deep inhales while massaging his feet.

During this period, my nose, while assaulted by his scent, felt completely at ease. It made it easier to lean into this. A thought appeared, but completely subjugated beneath his feet, it never fully registered: All my discomfort and pain stops when I listen to Ted and inhale his ripe feet. That unregistered thought tickled my brain and I took deeper, fuller breaths.

After switching feet, I could just barely make out Ted moving around above me. His foot would slightly shift its weight and I’d hear the couch groan as he adjusted his position. Despite this, I just kept my eyes closed and inhaled as I massaged his feet. That was, after all, what he told me to do.

However, after another minute, he sighed, sounding slightly disappointed and removed his foot from my face. My eyes fluttered open and saw his phone angled down toward me as his foot roughly slapped the side of my face.

“Any words you have to say now, foot sniffer?”

“Huh…?” I said slowly, trying to understand what was going on, my head still spinning and subdued from his stink.

“How about a ‘Thank you, Ted?’” He jeered, pushing his big toe into my cheek.

“Th… Thank you… Ted—“ I started to say, still going along with whatever he told me. But as I spoke, I finally felt grounded again and realized what he was doing and opened my mouth to tell him to delete the recording, “Ted—“

“You’re welcome!” He shouted above my voice, “Thanking me for letting you rub my stinky, dirty feet, hah! This is too good!” He grinned to himself and ended the recording, putting his phone into his pocket.

“Ted! Delete that!” I yelled, what the fuck was he doing, he never said anything about that!

“That’s not anyway to talk to your roomie after you agreed to rub his feet.” He taunted me, riling me up. “Maybe if you say please, I’ll consider it.”

I did NOT want to listen to him any longer… but I wanted that recording deleted. Reluctantly, I grumbled out, “Please…”

“What?” Ted teased.

“Please, Ted. Please delete that recording.” I spoke up.

“Kiss my foot and maybe I’ll do it.”

“No way! I’m not kissing your dirty foot. Your time is up!” I rose from the ground.

“Fine, if you want me to delete it then beat me in another game.” He was goading me, but unable to think of another way to get him to do it, given he was much bigger and stronger than me, I acquiesced.

“Fine! You delete it and you take off two pieces of clothing.” I bargained.

“I’ll delete it if you win— nothing else— but if I win, you either take off two pieces of clothing, or you have to be my slave again. 45 minutes this time!”

“Fine!” I acquiesced, still a little tipsy on his foot stink.

I wouldn’t lose again. He was even more shit at this next game. There was no way I would lose.

After picking our characters, I went for another faster paced character whose skill centered around dodging attacks. Seeing me switch up who I selected again to a lithe androgynous male, Ted grunted a laugh once more.

“Another faggy pick.” He said, as he selected a beefy, muscular man with slight pudge, just like him. “We both know what happens when you have a real man and a fag up against one another.”

“What fucking happens, Ted?” I bit back defiantly as the game started. He immediately ran at me and predicting that, I moved to dodge. But my timing was off and his character grabbed mine and threw him to the ground before stomping on him.

“The fags always end up beneath our feet!” He roared victoriously.

Frustrated and desperate I tried to avoid and dodge and get in hits where I could, but after several minutes, I was down to my last life and on the verge of being taken out again. Meanwhile he’d only lost one life and was still plenty healthy. I was dodging a lot, but wasn’t able to get many hits in. And more often than not, when I’d try, he’d counter. Often doing that same move of throwing me to the ground and crushing my character beneath his feet.

It was so irritating. He kept doing it. Over and over. It was like I couldn’t figure out how to see that coming. Just like I didn’t see his hand coming when he pulled me to the ground and pushed his actual feet into my face… Sweating, I nervously glanced at his feet. I… He was going to make me rub his feet again wasn’t he…? Or do more… I was going to lose again… No! I… I wouldn’t lose! I wouldn’t be under his feet!

With desperation, I launched a heavy offensive that landed and combo’d him until he was weak. My breathing picked up as I grew excited and hopeful for victory.

“Urgh, no, you don’t!” He grumbled, finally breaking free of the combo. I was caught up in it as his character recovered. I had to dodge right before he got me. I had to dodge! I moved to press the button to dodge and slick with sweat, my finger slipped and pressed the button for a light attack. “Get back under these feet!” He cried out as his character performed the heavy attack, taking priority over mine, “Where you belong!” His character did one final stomp onto my character’s face before they flew out of bounds, losing me the game.

“HAH! I fucking knew today was my day! Another goddamn victory for alpha men everywhere!” He gloated in glee. “Now what am I gonna have you do…”

Freaking out and seeing flashes of his dirty feet engulfing my face again, I pleaded, “Wait— I get to choose… I… I get to choose… I’ll… I’ll…” I paused realizing what my choices were. Either let him order me which two of my remaining three clothes to take off, two socks and my jock, or let him order me to do whatever he wanted for 45 minutes.

“Yeah, what are you gonna choose,” he wondered with a shit-eating grin spread across his face. Turning toward me, he flicked my nipple again and pressed me. “Time is running out. I’ll decide if you can’t.” He counted down from ten, each second, flicking my nipple again. “Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five… Four… Three… Two… One…” I couldn’t decide. His huge feet were staring at me as they rested on the ottoman, I could practically see myself sitting there, face pressed between his soles. With every flick of my nipple, he’d press further and harder—

“Well, I guess I’ll—“

“Wait— Clothes, please… Clothes, I choose clothes.” I pleaded.

“You ran outta time, boy. Why should I let you decide now?”

His words sank into my brain like a knife cutting through butter. I needed to give him something, make him want to let me follow through on this! “Because… because…” I looked down and saw my remaining, skimp attire. “Because I have three pieces of clothes left. There’ll be one more… you… you can make me do something if you win. I’ll take off the last piece of clothing and you can make me do something.”

“For how long?” He continued to apply pressure.

“An hour! You get to win and have me strip down completely and I’ll be your slave for an hour!”

“Heh, fine. And if you win, I’ll take off my coat. How about that?”

“Deal!” I agreed immediately, not wanting him to back out and completely forgetting about the recording.

“Good, now strip the jock and one sock, I don’t care which.”

“Th… The jock?” I mumbled out in disbelief.

“Yeah,” he cooed, amused with himself. “The jock. Take it off. Remember you asked for this.” His words unfroze me. I… I had asked for this. I begged him to let me choose this option. He was just getting his right to pick what I had to remove.

I slowly slipped down the jock and as it fell to the floor, I was met with snide amusement. “Hoo boy. You must have really been enjoying the thought of being down at my feet again, huh? Although, it’s really only that big hard, eh?”

I blushed looking down and seeing my dick standing at attention 3.5 inches hard. I started to move my hands when I caught myself and pulled them back. “S-sorry… I know… No covering.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Be proud of that dicklet. It suits you.” I was surprised he was being so kind, despite his certain choice wording.

“Really?” I asked naively.

“Yeahhhh, signifies to everyone else you’re a fag. Lets real men know what you are and how to treat ya! Hahaha!” His raucous laughter overshadowed any emotions I had at that response, instead only allowing me to hang on to his earlier words of being proud and how this dick suits me. I guess… I guess I’m glad it suits me. Maybe I should be glad to have a little dick.

I leaned forward to take a sock off and after pulling it off, felt his huge paw slap my ass for the second time, sending jiggles across it. “Fuck, you do have a bubble butt if I’ve ever seen one. How have I never noticed that?”

“Heh, I work it out as much as I can.” I grinned, leaning into that same pride he’d told me to feel about my small dick.

“Damn,” he mused, now pawing at it. “If you were a girl, I’d have your clit wrapped around my dick whenever I wanted. And it ain’t a tiny thing like yours. Fuck, it’d break you in two, yeah.”

“R-really?” I once again asked naively, my earlier reservations about appearing horny for my hot roommate now all disinhibited.

“Ha, yeah, 8 inches and thick,” Ted declared as he gripped it through his jeans. He… wasn’t lying. It was fucking huge. “That’s all you get for now, if you wanna see it, you have to win, understood?”

“Y-yeah… it’s still a ways off though… First it has to be your coat, like we agreed… Then it should be your shirt. Then…” I looked him over more closely as he set up the third game again. “Oh. You have a watch… does that count?”

“Hell yeah. So you’re saying it’d be my coat, then shirt, and then watch?”

“Y-yeah… oh and then you have a belt… so I guess that. Then your pants… and after all that… Then… Then I guess it would be your underwear.”

“Boxers, specifically. I don’t wear fag shit like you.” He laughed, “But all right, if that’s the order you want to go in, I’ll hold you to it then. If you can even win that many times.”

“It is so far off, huh…”

“Heh, yup. It might just be easier to lose now. Let me take my win and have you strip that last sock and own you as my slave for an hour.”

My head and thoughts had felt like they were stuck in syrup, slowed and dumbed down. But hearing him talk about the games again, I finally felt like the gears were turning again and getting unstuck.

“N-no… No. I’m gonna win. I have to keep going. I will keep going!” I proclaimed.

“Good for you little dude. You have a long ways to go and everything to lose, but it’s more fun when you have fight, am I right?” He sneered cockily.

“I’ll win this one, just watch!”

“Okay, bud, sure.” He chuckled not taking me seriously.

The game consisted of a lot of obstacle courses, thankfully the mini game mode I was better at. Fifteen minutes later we were on the second to last round. We had to climb up a set of obstacles to avoid being taken out. Ted was awful at these and after making it all the way, the entire time focusing on how I needed to win, I watched as Ted, doing his best progressed, slowly but surely, until the elimination zone caught up with him and took him out.

“YES!” I cheered excitedly. Finally feeling back in the game and recentered, I remembered the video he took. “Delete it! Delete that video! I won!”

“Heh, now yer just forgetting on purpose.” He shook his head, sliding off his coat. “Remember, we agreed, if you won then I’d take off my coat. Then you said that for the next five wins, I’d gradually strip. Little dude, you gotta win at least six more games if you want me to delete that video.”

Memories of me saying what he’d have to do if I won, and that he’d hold me to it came bubbling up. Shit!

“But like I said earlier, Lev, we can keep going as long as you want. Even if I win the strip bets, there are other things we can bet.” He smirked, clearly wanting this to go on.

“I… you have to delete that. I’ll keep going. I’ll keep fucking going. What do we bet then, huh?”

“Well, it’s what we’ve already been doing, we’d bet servitude. If you lose another round, we could keep going, but you’d have to do even more for me. And since it’s the only condition for you, it’d be much steeper at that point.” He claimed, appearing sincere.

I felt at a loss. I… I couldn’t let him keep that video. “Fine, we’ll keep going. Whatever takes to get you to delete it!”

“Hah, that’s the spirit. Now, onto round 4!”

We played the racing game yet again, and I went for the same character; however, this time I planned to play much safer.

“Oh boy, we saw what happened last time you played as the girl.” He recalled amused as the race started. “We already know I’ll break any girl and the fags who play as them. I’m ready to get that hour of service from a good little fag.” He continued to taunt.

I stayed silent, focusing in on the race and not letting his words get to me. Just don’t think about him, not in any way, shape, or form. You can do this, you can do this!

As we approached the end of the race, he was dangerously close behind me. So close that I knew he was going to get a draft and pass me. Picking the lesser of two evils in playing it safe, I swerved and watched as he threatened to pass me right at the finish line. By the time we crossed, neither of us knew who had won until a moment later when it showed that I had gotten first.

“Fuck YES!” I cheered once again. “You’re not breaking this fag!” I taunted, oblivious to the derogatory term I’d used to describe myself.

“Heh, nice job, nice job.” He admitted. “It’s not so bad losing, your character is pretty hot. It’s easy to let a woman win when she’s hot, that’s how you get them all excited before you go in for the kill and get them begging to be bouncing on your balls. Not that you’d understand that… Though, the same strategy would probably work on you, I’d assume. I don’t think you could fool anyone into thinking you’re the one doing the fucking with that tiny dicklet.” He laughed, pinching my nipple before standing up and taking off his shirt.

He sat back down and stretched his arms behind his head as the fighting game reloaded. Sitting so close to him, the vinegary stench of his pits quickly wafted into my nostrils and suddenly I became keenly aware of my surroundings again. My eyes darted to his pits, densely coated with thick fur, and trailed down his similarly hairy pecs and belly until it reached his feet. The cheesy musk suddenly burst into my sense of smell.

I felt light-headed once again as my nose twitched from the assault. I quickly chose my same twinkish character as Ted chose his same bear-like man. Shit, this would be an uphill battle.

As we dropped into the arena, I recalled the last match. Ted liked to use that one attack. He would get me under his feet and… and… he would get me under his feet and make me massage them and smell them, I thought to myself, bringing up the image of his warm, dirty soles on my face.

I tried to dodge once again when he did a ranged attack and landed right in front of him. It was too late. Locking me into that same combo, Ted laughed as his character shoved mine to the ground before stomping on him. “Came right to Daddy to get his feet in your face, eh, boy?” I groaned, bothered by his taunt, and how I really had jumped right to him.

I was playing in the palm of Ted’s hand and he was gonna use that hand to smear his sweaty feet across my face again! I needed to win! I needed to win so many times… It felt like every game Ted was winning. He’d stripped me down and put me beneath his feet so quickly. Was this really going to end any different?

As I battled these thoughts, my playing suffered and Ted easily grappled my character, and did huge amounts of damage. Before I knew it, I lost my first life. Shit… I could practically already smell his dank feet again. At least then it’d get my nose to stop burning. Fuck, it was twitching so much. I tried to dodge him but had to rub my nose which put me in a precarious position. He knocked me away and started running toward me. Fuck! He was gonna put me under his feet again! I glanced down at his toes, lightly dusted with reddish-blond hair and instinctively dodged back. It wasn’t until I looked up again that I realized, I’d dodged off the edge of the map. I tried to do a special jump to climb back up, but it was too late. SHIT!

“Heh, now you’re just throwing to get me to dominate you, huh? Heard me say how I’d throw for a hot chick and decided you wanted to do the same for me? Shucks, it’s almost cute how much you want to be back under these feet.” He arrogantly teased me, frustrating me further.

“I- I’m not throwing!” I insisted, losing all control of any technical skill. “You’re just better. I can’t beat you!”

“That’s right, fag, you can’t win.” Ted agreed.

“No matter what I do, it’s like my character just isn’t strong enough. I just end up back underneath your feet.”

“That’s because that’s where fags belong. Underneath an alpha males feet.” I tried not to listen, but it was as if the game revealed what he said to be true, my character was just too slow, too weak, and every time Ted would stomp his feet onto my face.

Ted flexed his meaty toes and that odor wafted clear and strong into my nose, finally abating the discomfort. I relaxed a little and dodged Ted’s range attack, once again moving toward him.

“Too fucking easy. Come right to Daddy, Faggot.” He gloated as his character smashed mine into the ground and he went flying. I was stunned and put my controller down in defeat, but after a second we both realized he hadn’t knocked my character out. Despite this, slowly they fell off the map and took my final life.

“There was no use anyway. You would have just continued to dominate me. You’re too good. I can’t beat you at this.” I conceded, defeated. I stripped off my last sock and knelt down, ready to massage his feet again.

“That’s right, fag, you can get back to massaging. Remember, it’s for one hour this time. Oh, and instead of just sniffin’ my sweaty feet, this time you’ll be kissin’ and lickin’ ‘em, understood? Good bitch boy.” He asserted without even letting me answer. One foot suddenly shoved into my face and I felt that same resignation wash over me. Ted was just too fucking good. He was too strong. It was easier to just go along with what he said. Let him take control. Besides, I’d made this bet.

My tongue slid out and coated itself in his dirty foot jam sending shivers down my spine. “Fuuuuck, yeah, that’s a good fag. These fuckin’ dogs were killing me. Clean ‘em up nice, and make me feel good” He moaned above me as I tongue-bathed his sweaty feet.

In spite of myself… I found it now, strangely, easy to be beneath Ted’s feet. Something I would have never thought before now. The ripe odor now felt easy to breathe, I naturally took deep inhales which soothed my nose and help my mind to forget anything else. The scent was overpowering, overwhelming. So I could forget about everything else. I could just lick and kiss his tough feet. Rub out all their tension and make him feel good, just like he wanted. I spent a long time cleaning both his feet, yet even when he switched, they weren’t even halfway licked spotless. Eventually he had me stop massaging and placed both over my face. There was so much to do. Obscuring my vision and the entirety of his dirty soles only helped me focus in and forget my worries… forget about winning… and forget about that damn recording—

SHIT! The recording! Suddenly, it all came back to me, I needed to win. I needed to get him to get rid of the recording. I felt overwhelmed, he’d won so much. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus back on what mattered… He won… five games and we’d played… eleven…? Wait so I won SIX? How could I have forgotten that. It had felt like I’d lost every game… I clearly could win… So how could I win this time? I needed a way to try something else… I sat stewing for a while with my eyes closed as Ted naturally moved his soles and toes to where he wanted me to lick. Finally I thought of a strategy to intentionally make him fail at the next game.

Ted had his meaty big toe swirling around in my mouth when he once again spoke disappointedly. “All right, it’s been an hour, I supposed I should let ya stop.” I finished licking between his toes, cleaning out the last of the toe jam in between as he sighed contentedly, chuckling “‘Least I got some good new footage.”

My eyes slowly opened to see him recording his toe being tongue washed. His toe withdrew from my mouth with a soft ‘pop’ as I sat there frustrated once again. “TED! Seriously?!” I whined.

“Ha, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity, bud. Just keep winning and after you get me to delete the first, you could have me delete this one too. If you didn’t keep losing, I wouldn’t keep getting new recordings.” Ted reasoned. 

“Ugh, fine.” I acquiesced. “I just gotta get a comeback, then I’ll have you delete them, no matter how many you take.” His toe jam still coating my lips and tongue, I hazily went along with his schemes, only able to concentrate enough to know I needed to win, and how I could try to win.

“That’s right, bud. You just gotta keep hoping to win. In the meantime, we’ll keep coming up with more and more for you as you lose.” He grinned, confidently as I stood up. “Speaking of, that raging hard on of your little cock reminds me. You’ve lost the strip bet. So what should we have you do now.”

“I… I have to win to have you delete those recordings. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Heh, good. Well, since we have to be much harsher about these bets now, how about this: one week. For one week, you’ll be my little fag slave, doing whatever I want.” He flexed his arms behind his head, showing off his strong muscles and bushy pits.

My nose twitching and itching in response to the sour musk, I hastily agreed. “Okay, yeah, one week! I won’t lose this next one though, I know it!”

“We’ll just have to see about that now won’t we?”

We locked in for this twelfth game, the night having worn on and closing in on 11 PM now. Yet, fueled by desperation, I stayed energized.

Just like I planned, we started the knockout game and after a few easy rounds, we got to an elimination mini game. I trailed behind him waiting for the perfect opportunity. Then, as the elimination zone approached, I grabbed his character to try and throw them off.

“You little…!” He grumbled. As both our characters came dangerously close to the knockout zone. Letting go of him I made a mad dash for the safe area as he was left behind. Struggling to maneuver his character effectively in time, he eventually got taken out.

“Phew,” I sighed, relieved that I’d won again. I was one step closer to getting those recordings deleted.

“What a tricky little fag you are,” He grunted out, both annoyed but also impressed. “Fine, a win’s a win.” He admitted, removing his watch.

“But after that trickery, if you want to keep going, you’ll be betting two weeks of being my faggot slave, got that?”

My confidence was shaking as the larger threat loomed over me, but I remained convicted toward my goal. “Yeah, two weeks. And, sorry, I know that was underhanded.” I said apologetically.

“Heh, it just goes to show the means you have to go to so you can beat me. But sitting on the couch is for real men who don’t need such tricks; park your ass on the ground from now on, got it?”

“Yeah... yeah of course,” I agreed, feeling admonished and genuinely sorry for my sly tactics. But I did what I had to do to win. I needed to keep winning.

So once again we started up our racing game. Locking in our same characters. No snide remarks this time. At least, whatever bothered my nose abated for this time.

As the race set up to start, part of my vision of the screen was obscured by his huge feet. I tried to focus as much as I could, but was unable to come anywhere near him as we finished the first lap.

“Ugh, you’re too good.” I complained, my mind hazing over. I forgot about the rest of this night, and was only aware of this one moment. Of him dominating me.

“You gotta try better than that, otherwise I’m gonna have your faggot ass worshipping me for two weeks.” He successfully goaded me.

“Come onnnn! Your feet are too distracting!” I pleaded. “They’re so big and beefy, I can’t focus with them in front of the screen.”

He condescendingly laughed at me, prodding, “Oh yeahhh? What’s so distracting about them?”

I let out a pathetic whimper as I continued to fall further and further behind him. “All I can think about when I see them is that you’re gonna have me back under them. I can’t stop thinking about kissing and licking your arches, and sucking on your toes. And I feel like I missed some toe jam when I was cleaning them earlier and it gets in the way of me focusing…”

“Ahhhh, I gotcha,” he chuckled as he entered the final stretch of the last lap. “Here, I’ll help ya out.” He offered as he shifted his left leg over moving it from in front of the TV and bent his right knee so his foot was facing me. “Any toe jam left?” He snickered.

My eyes naturally wandered off the screen and over to his foot. The smell intensifying. It felt so warm… so suffocating. It felt so good to be buried beneath it. My eyes scanned across his whole, big, wide foot, taking in all the dirt that still remained.

“Y-yeah…” I whimpered out. “I still have more I need to clean.” I leaned closer and closer. Feeling myself be dug further and further beneath his foot and forgetting about the game as Ted’s character crossed the finish line.

“Fuck yeah!” He shouted, and grabbed my head shoving it the rest of the way against his foot. Instinctively, my tongue lunged out and swiped up the missed lint.

“That’s it! Worship your fucking master, fag boy, because I fucking own you for the next two weeks! And fucking smile for the camera!” I looked up to see him snapping several pictures as my tongue was plunged between his toes.

“Teeeed…” I whined.

“Ah, ah, ah, faggot. You’re my slave, so you do what I say. Now kiss my foot for another photo!”

I obediently leaned in and placed my nose between his toes and softly kissed the balls of his feet as he took a photo and a short video.

“Come on, there has to be more…” I begged between laps at his long soles.

“What else you wanna bet,” he snickered, already knowing he’d won.

“A month… two months. I’ll— I’ll be your slave for two months, let’s just keep going!”

“Ha, fine. But you’re still my slave now, so you gotta play this next game with my toes in your mouth, got it, faggot?” “Y-yes…” I mumbled out. That made sense… I was Ted’s faggot. If he wanted me sucking on his toes while we played, then I had to do it. 

“Yes, what?” He demanded.

I thought for a second as I leaned forward and with my lips brushing against his meaty toes whimpered out, “Yesh, shir,” as his toes filled my mouth.

“That’s it faggot.” He sneered.

As the next game started, I slowly moved my character and tried to get him in position when Ted reminded me, “I think there was still some gunk between my toes. Don’t you wanna get that, fag?”

“Ohh… fhank yhu,” I answered gratefully. I put down the controller as I grabbed and massaged his feet licking between each toe. Easily, he stomped my character until they were all out of lives.

“Heh, weeeelp, you ought to get used to this, bitch boy, because it’s two months now.” Ted stretched his back, pawing and scratching at his strong, hairy pecs.

“Ugh…” I moaned out, reluctantly prying my mouth off his toes, “come on… there has to be something more… we can’t stop now…” I cried out, turning to face him.

“You’re already my little faggot for quite a while, what can you do to make this more enticing?”

I sat there lowering my eyes from his face back down to his feet. “You can own me longer…” I started to say, “Four months… No, six months… that’s still too short…” As I grappled with coming up with something worthwhile, Ted sat above me basking in victory, in his domination. “A… a— a year! Just one more game, I’ll be your slave for a year!”

“That’s getting better, but don’t you think I deserve a little bit more? What happens if you win? How’s that gonna be enticing for me?”

“I’m not gonna win though…” I started to pout, before regaining a little composure. “You— You’re right… A year is too short… How about… How about two years and… and you can decide to extend it whenever you want!”

“Hah!” He roared, pleased. “Now you’re making this worthwhile for Daddy.”

I smiled, happy he was finally open to the bet. “And— and if I somehow win, you get to decide what I win… does that seem fair?” I had maneuvered to the other end of the ottoman and started lapping at the still dirty parts of his soles. “Heh, that sounds plenty fair to me. It’s a deal!” He agreed, before stipulating, “And let’s just already establish, if you won— which you won’t— you’d still be my faggot slave for two years, with me being able to extend it whenever!”

Some small part of me was confused by my rewards, and with that small subtle confusion expressed on my face, Ted fanned his toes, blowing that heavy, heady musk to sedate me. My eyes went glassy and after noticing this, Ted stretched his feet out, pushing them into my face.

“All right, last game. As my little slave, you gotta kiss and lick my nasty dogs the whole time, no touching the controller.” After setting up his phone to record the whole thing, he barked, “Got that, faggot?!”

“Yes… sir…!” I answered, voice muffled as I worshipped his stinky feet.

“Oh, and what are you again?” Ted jeered.

“A faggot!” I cried out from beneath his soles.

“And whose faggot are you?”

“Yours, an alpha males, sir!”

He slapped my face with his huge feet in response, pleased with my answer. A minute later, we heard the elimination noise as I was taken out without ever playing.

Ted feigned disappointment, “Awww, would you look at that... You’re my slave for the next two years now… only, I can extend it whenever I fucking want! You’re my fucking faggot for life. Understand?!” “Yesh, shir! Thanmfk yhu, shir!” “That’s a good faggot...” Ted mused, “Too fuckin’ easy… Stan had the right idea with you faggots.all you gotta do is just make ‘em bet away their lives.” He laughed turning off the games and sitting back as I worshipped his feet.

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I hope you all enjoyed this story! I was planning to release the second part to Subjugated Under Master Christian next, but then life got very hectic with the holiday season, work, and my personal life. It was only after speaking briefly with fellow foot lover @footsockboy that I found motivation to pick up and write another story. This picture definitely helped as well as it’s super fucking hot.

One thing that I’ve been tossing around in my head that could help with motivation is having an option for people to offer tips for the stories. I love writing and providing stories for fellow foot subs and masters, and that certainly is motivating all on it’s own, and this would offer another way to motivate me, especially to be more consistent. I also love my longer stories, but they do take time… and so I can plan to write shorter pieces with more parts, and that would help me push them out more consistently!

With regard to tipping, it wouldn’t need to be anything crazy; it can be one-time or however many times you want, and could just be a single dollar or any other amount you want. If people are going to support me this way, I want it to be because they want to and for it to be in a way they are comfortable with.

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[bouncerbill]

[fartfagoutlet]

You can have a little taste princess, wait down there for my loud farts to start and the guys to join us for lunch break and then you can start licking, ok? Good girl. I want a smile plastered on your face and loud yum yum sounds so the other men know how much you love tasting ass.

[ursaoursbjorn]

[fartfagoutlet]

You’re new brother in law is so sexy, he knows you’re wrapped around his little finger and would do anything to blow him. “Sorry faggot, this cock is for your hot sister. Clean our house up and do all the laundry while I watch tv on the couch and I’ll let you smell my farts and lick my feet after I inspect everything. We have four hours till she gets back from shopping with her friends, so make quick work if you want your treats”.

[theleomarspt2]

Giant Toilet Fart

[fartfagoutlet]

Your ex girlfriend’s new man Frank, wasn’t satisfied with stealing your girl and embarrassing you in front of your former friends. He wants you to sink lower, much lower. He calls you his fart slut faggot now and is “training” you with daily devotionals like this to make you humbly serve him. What’s worse… It’s working.

[kylecorbeau]

Aw, man! I needed to smile!

[beefybutts]

Ass

[gayfarthumiliation-deactivated2]

Your cousin Jonathan was a big guy, and he certainly fit in at home in Texas. He rode horses and worked on his farm, but at the same time was a major CEO at a pharmaceuticals firm.

You hated him. He was successful and had everything. You on the other hand, were short, nerdy and had just been made redundant from your job. So, when your parents forced you to take a job at Jonathan’s company you were less than thrilled.

It was your first day, and you had been instructed to report straight to Jonathan’s office. You were not looking forward to it. When you were kids Jonathan had always been a bit of a bully, he used to love getting one up on people, and you could tell that he absolutely loved himself. You knocked the door, and heard a deep, “Come in” from the other side.

Your jaw nearly hit the floor when you stepped through to the other side of the door. Standing there, in the middle of the room, in only a cowboy hat, was Jonathan.

“Jesus Christ! What on earth are you…” You began to say, before Jonathan burped loudly cutting you off.

“Be quiet bitch tits.” Jonathan commanded. “Strip your clothes and kneel in front of me.”

“What the fuck!? Jonathan, are you sick in the head!?”

Jonathan stepped forward and slapped you in the face. You fell backwards, stunned.

“No. But I know you’re thick in the head fagboy. Who do you think your parents will believe if you walk out of here and quit this job now? Me. We all know it. And that means they’ll cut you off, won’t they?”

You cast your eyes down. Fuck. He was right. He had you backed into a corner, you’d have to do what he said. Through gritted teeth you said, “What do you want Jonathan?”

Jonathan smiled smugly, he knew that he’d said the right thing. He had you. “Well first of all, complete the first instructions I gave you.”

Your face red with shame, and unable to look at Jonathan, you peeled your clothes off, exposing your weak body to his far stronger one. Then unceremoniously, and quickly you sank to your knees, realising you were now face to cock with your cousin.

He took a step towards you, and that’s when the stench really hit you. Stale B.O. Jonathan clearly hadn’t showered in a while. The stench actually made you gag a little. Jonathan noticed this, and laughed smugly, he loved making people bask in his scent.

“ I see you’ve noticed my alpha smell.” He laughed, towering over you like a God. “Well, it’s actually the reason I’ve employed you.” This wouldn’t be good, you thought.

“I need a new assistant, and my assistants have a very special job you see, they’re hired to worship me, be my bitches, let me bully and humiliate them and most of all love my rank smells as much as I do.” He continued, you groaned. This was the same as when you were kids, he loved to make you do disgusting, embarrassing things to prove he was better than you. “And now you’re going to be my new assistant. What a privilege, bitches were lining up around the corner to get as close to a God like me as they could. But I said no, I need to help out my pathetic little cousin, and I want that bitch to have the best job in this company, working so closely and personally with an Alpha male master like me. Now, you know the situation, if you refuse, I’ll tell your parents, and that’ll finish you. So if you agree, and want the job, I’d like you to kiss and lick my sweaty balls.”

You were screwed. This was awful, and you’d have to do it. Face red with shame, unable to look at your cousin, you placed your head in his stinking groin, and kissed his annoyingly large ballsack.

“Keep going, I want your tongue to taste like those big balls all day!” Jonathan laughed, he was in his element, a big strong alpha being worshipped by an inferior male, he loved it. You could just about hear his happiness in his voice, mixed in with his total arrogance obviously. But you tried to push the salty sweaty taste of his balls and what you were doing to the back of your mind. You’d get out of this soon. Hopefully.

“Now, onto the main event of the morning!” Jonathan announced, pulling back from you, letting you out of his crotch stench for a moment of relief. “Let’s Get you set up with your duties for today. Now, this morning I had a big greasy breakfast bitchtits. Eggs, bacon, sausages, and I washed it down with my usual protein shake. Tell me, what did your sissy ass have?”

“Granola. What has this got to do with anything? Haven’t you humiliated me enough for today?” You whined, you knew pleading wouldn’t work, but it was worth a shot.

“Don’t question me fag.” Jonathan growled down at you. He could actually be quite scary when he wanted to be. You flinched backwards. He obviously noticed that he had scared you because he began to laugh obnoxiously. “Don’t act all scared bitch, you’re fine. Anyway, you had a sissy breakfast, so you’ll get treated like a sissy. I had an alpha males breakfast, so I’ll act like one. For the next while you’re going to be licking my farts, my greasy breakfast farts from my dirty smelly asshole. And if I get even a single whiff of the obnoxious gas my ass can produce then you’ll be in for a huge punishment. Understood?”

You groaned, this was the worst. Why this!? This was how he used to bully you when you were younger. You never thought you would be licking farts as a grown adult, but here you were. This was shameful. You felt angry and humiliated, but what could you do. Through gritted teeth you said, “Understood.”

“Great, you’ll be loving it I bet!” Jonathan laughed, before turning around and shoving his dirty, eggy, swamp ass at your face. The smell immediately hit you, and it caused you to gag. “Press your face into daddy’s sewage cannon.”

Revolted, you leaned forward, sinking your face into Jonathan’s sweaty, hairy cheeks. He let out a relieved sigh, and you could just imagine the smug smile that was on his face just now. You felt him jiggle his ass up and down, securing you further in place. You were sure he hadn’t wiped down here well, you were literally brown nosing, this was disgusting. Then it got worse.

PRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT

A booming fart that smelled like old cabbage splattered onto your face. You gagged. “Put your pink on my stink!” He laughed. “Get to licking.”

You tentatively stuck out your tongue, totally dreading what you were about to do. You ran your tongue up Jonathan’s hairy sweaty asscrack. It tasted like pure shit. It was sweaty. It made you feel sick. He just laughed above you, he was the boss, he was the alpha, and he loved it.

PPPPPPRRRRPRPPPPPTTTTTFFFFFFFF

The loudest fart you had ever heard burst onto your tongue. Again you licked. Again you tasted shit. And again you hated this situation. Jonathan laughed. He was loving this.

PPPPPPFFFFPPPPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

An airy fart came next. It stunk. It stung your nostrils it stunk so bad. You just wallowed miserably in the fart cloud, while Jonathan stood above you, happy that he was forcing you to degrade yourself. “Brace yourself now bitch tits, here comes a big one, I can feel my stomache brewing something special up for your fairy mouth! Clamp your lips around my hole!” Jonathan ordered, laughing. He sounded so arrogant, God you hated him. Regretting your decision as you were doing it, you clamped your lips around his hole.

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTPPPPPPPRRRRTTTTTFFFFFPPPRRRTTTT

The loudest and stinkiest fart you had ever encountered burst into your mouth. You gagged, your eyes watered. This was awful, you tried to hold back your sick. “I’m so proud of what I could produce for my little bitch!” Jonathan roared with laughter. You knew he actually was proud of how awful his fart was.

This went on for another hour, Jonathan verbally degrading you and farting in your face. He was an alpha male and you were a bitch, you were so humiliated. Eventually he pulled himself off your face, and turned around. “Time for task two!” He laughed. “But first wipe that skidmark off your face!”

This was going to be the worst job ever.

[kylecorbeau]

More like best job ever.

[blaumaavi]

[fartcushion]

My brother came out to me and my dad recently, told us he'd had a boyfriend for a few months and was eager for us to meet him. I didn't mind at all, got a couple of gay mates so nothing new to me. Our dad seemed angry, but didn't say anything. I told my brother to give him time to come around to it.

He was a bit off with him for a while. Behind his back he would make jokes to me about them, calling them names, and theorising which would be the 'bitch' and who'd be the "man" (man always said with air quotes).

Eventually I got fed up of hearing it and just snapped back one night; "Why don't you just have them come over and find out"

He seemed indignant, then said he might have to do just that. My brother was thrilled when he told me dad had told him to bring his boyfriend over at the weekend. He was hoping it was a sign of our dad accepting him. I hoped so too...but was more confident it would be an awkward meet up with poor taste comments and questions.

Come the day though I was heading home for the meet up. I was running a bit late from work and was keen to make sure they weren't left alone with him for too long. When I walked through the door iw as met with he most unexpected sight. My brother and his boyfriend were on the floor at my dad's feet, while he looked down at them like a king on a throne.

When he saw me enter he smirked and said; "Turns out they were both the bitch"

[themalevagabondage]

[competitivemen]

Along with constantly stealing my stuff and somehow getting away with it, my douchebag of an older brother was always trying to tell me how I should and shouldn’t live my life. He always thought he knew what was right for me, and anything I thought to the contrary was wrong. Regardless of what the advice was, I nearly always rejected it, as I was sick and tired of him butting into my life, taking what he wants and somehow ending up in the right, whilst I end up with jack shit.

So when he began telling me that I could do way better than my current dirtbag of a boyfriend, I pushed back. Whilst he was adamant that my current boyfriend was only dating me for our family’s money, didn’t give a shit about me as a person, and would inevitably cheat on me with the first guy that offered him something more, I’d not believed a word he said.

I’d been far too wrapped up in how amazing my boyfriend’s thick cock felt splitting my arse open to even consider the idea that he wasn’t the man for me. In a fit of pique at my brother’s continued interventions in my life, I told him that he just couldn’t understand our relationship, as he was a straight guy, and that my boyfriend was far too obsessed with pounding my tight arsehole to ever risk losing access to it by cheating.

My brother had just sighed and shaken his head like he always did when he thought I was being too stubborn and making a mistake by not listening to him. He’d then walked away whilst telling me that I’d see for myself soon enough.

I found out what my brother had meant by that soon after when I received a video from him of my boyfriend greedily eating out his arsehole whilst he looked into the camera, the condescending look on his face telling me without words that once again he’d been right and I’d been wrong.

In the accompanying message to the video, my brother told me that he’d told me so and that since I hadn’t listened to him, he would be keeping my now ex-boyfriend for himself as his personal arse licker. Apparently, whilst my brother might be straight, he still appreciates a fag with a skilful tongue to clean his hole when he needs it.

I might have tried confronting my brother about his actions and tried to get my boyfriend back, but I was too busy jerking off to the video of my ex eating his hole to do anything like that. Same as always, I suppose. My brother steals something from me. He ends up in the right, and I’m left with nothing. Well, at least I can jerk off to my loss this time.

[maphu-deactivated20181218]

[competitivemen]

Ever since I started working at the same company as him, my coworker Rob and I have loathed each other. I hate him for being a general douchebag as well as an unapologetic homophobe who thinks he’s better than me just because he’s a straight guy. He hates me for being an openly gay man who doesn’t know my place, being obviously less of a man than he is just because I like dudes.

There’s quite a bit of tension in the office as a result, especially as we’re in the same department and are in direct competition with each other for any raises and promotions. So when it was announced that both Rob and I were to each give presentations on our work to upper management, with them having an eye to promoting the one who did the best, both Rob and I were determined to outdo the other by any means necessary.

I was so desperate to get the better of him that I tried to sabotage his presentation by feeding him bad data. As I was going straight after him, I could then point out the errors during my presentation to make myself look better. It didn’t work out, though, as the smug bastard had seen through my attempted sabotage and had managed to spin the faulty data into a positive that I’d not be able to challenge in my presentation.

After he’d finished his well-received presentation, we had a short break before I gave my presentation, and after seeing how well his presentation had gone, I knew that I’d have to pull out all the stops if I wanted to one-up him. Just as I was standing up to give my presentation, though, I received a message from Rob.

I’d been about to ignore it as probably just some last-minute taunts, but the image preview that popped up on my phone of Rob in the office toilet caught my full attention. I couldn’t help but open the message to see the full image of Rob showing off his arse and read the accompanying message. It read, “Best of luck with the presentation, bitch! I’m sure I don’t need to try and sabotage you like you tried with me, but just in case, let me give you an incentive. If you throw your presentation, then I’ll let you worship my straight hairy arse with that big mouth of yours.”

I stood still, staring at the photo and message for so long that one of the managers had to prod me to snap out of it and give my presentation. As I made my way to the front of the room to do so, Rob walked back into the room whilst shooting the smugest fucking look directly towards me.

My presentation was a disaster. I stumbled over my words, got my points mixed up, and was generally unclear and frankly incoherent. It didn’t help that I was also trying to hide the raging hard-on that was bulging the front of my trousers out, which I wasn’t doing a very good job of if the general muttering and pointed glances directed at my crotch were any indication.

I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t deliberately blowing the presentation and that it was just Rob’s thoughts unnerving me, but Rob’s smug grin and my twitching cock proved that wasn’t true.

As soon as I reached the end of my presentation, I rushed out of the room, heading straight for the toilet. Perhaps the audience assumed it was out of embarrassment, but both Rob and I knew the real reason. Rob followed me in there a few moments later, where he proceeded to give me the news that he’d been offered the promotion unanimously by upper management.

I was too busy throwing myself to my knee and snogging his hairy arsehole to pay too much attention to what he was saying after that point. The only other thing that I really picked up on was him saying that now that I was his direct subordinate, he expected me to show and give him and his arsehole the proper attention and respect every day. I let him know with my tongue how pleased I was to comply with that stipulation.

All in all, my new working arrangement with Rob actually did wonders for our working relationship. He still saw me as his inherent inferior, of course, but he’s grown to appreciate how skilled my tongue and mouth are at licking and kissing arse. He’s even lent me out to the rest of the guys under him as a reward for good work as well as to management when he needs to curry favour with them.

Rob’s even started lending me out to clients when he needs someone to literally kiss some arses. My career as an equal to my coworkers might well and truly be over as a result, but my career as the company’s on-call slut is only just beginning.

[subfootboii]

My boyfriend and I got dressed and headed to the dinner. This would the first time I bring him with me to a work event. I was a bit sad at missing the promotion after fighting hard for it. My coworker, Callum will now my boss after us working together for over a year.

We arrived and I introduced my boyfriend to my coworkers. Callum was charming as always. It was his charm and self confidence that got him the promotion over me. My boyfriend seemed to fall for his charm as he picked a seat next to him for dinner leaving me sitting far from him.

I looked at them chatting and laughing all throughout the dinner. As things wrapped up I left to the bathroom, and as I came back I saw both of them leave together. I rushed behind them but didn't make it in time as they drove away.

I started to call them both with no reply from either. I went home and felt so pathetic. I just lost a promotion and in the celebratory dinner for my coworker getting it he also took my boyfriend back with him.

I went to work the next day, mainly to ask about my boyfriend. As I worked on my desk Callum came in a bit late and headed to his office. I followed him.

"Where's my boyfriend? Why didn't you two reply to my calls?"

"Is that how you talk to your boss? Your boyfriend is a grown man that makes his own decisions. We both don't owe you anything. Go back to work."

"You can't come late and be the last person to see my boyfriend and not give me an answer!"

"I was late because I was fucking your boyfriend and dropping him off at his work. He is working, like you should be. Now go back to work. I'll take you to see him after work."

"Fucking my boyfriend? Why would you do that? How-"

"We are not having a conversation. We are all adults here. I said you can see him after work is done. Now go finish your duties or I will have to report you."

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. My boyfriend willingly left with him and had sex with him while completely ignoring me and now my Callum talks down to me as if him being my boss wasn't enough already.

As everyone started to leave he walked up to my desk and told me to follow him. I did without saying anything. We got into his car as he drove.

We arrived to a nice buliding and he parked. We entered his apartment and he told me to wait by the door. He went in and a few minutes later he came back with my boyfriend wrapped all around him as they kissed.

"That's your boyfriend. He's happier than ever. He had the best sex of his life with a successful man. We did that yesterday night and morning today and we will do more tonight. But first I'm taking him out on a date. In the meantime you can clean around and do my laundry. What do you say?"

"Are you serious? What's going on-"

"I wasn't asking you beta boy. I was asking my date if he wishes to make any adjustments to my statement. He knows how pathetic and submissive you are. I don't know how he didn't dump you already. He deserves better. At least know he has the best. Now we will be going. You know what to do."

And just like that they both left. I was so angry and mad with both of them. How could they do that. How am I getting humiliated like that. I thought my boyfriend wouldn't use my kinks to humiliate me but he did. They both knew what they are doing.

I stood for around fifteen minutes thinking about it. I couldn't hold myself back. I wanted to do what Callum wanted. I tried to fight against it but I couldn't. I searched for the launcher basket and put them in the washing machine as I started cleaning around. I did the dishes and cleaned the floors. Just as I got the clothes in the dryer after I cleaned them they both came in.

My boyfriend giggled as Callum inspected my work.

"I thought he was lying. I thought I'd come back and see you have left. Maybe even you'd leave work. I guess you really have no self-worth. And you wonder why he left with me? Good job on the cleaning. Get naked and kneel over at door step of my bedroom."

Without waiting for a reply they both went to the bedroom and closed the door. I got naked and knelt at the door step. I could hear them having sex. My boyfriend was moaning louder than he ever did with me. It sounded intense and hot. I got so hard.

Thirty minutes later and it was still going. I don't know how they can last so long but I wanted to jerk off so bad. My knees were hurting and I didn't know what's going to happen after. A while later they finished. Callum opened the door and looked down at me with a smirk.

"Look at you down there. Enjoyed the show? Bet that's the best sex you've had in your life, even though you only listened. Look at that,is it fully hard? How?"

He kicked my balls and dick with his foot.

"Pathetic. Sleep here."

He went back in. I slept on the floor, naked. The thought of him and my boyfriend cuddling made me hard all night. I woke up to moaning sounds. It was as intense as the night before. I was still hard and without thinking I knelt back at the door waiting for them to finish.

Callum came out later.

"Someone learned their place. Make me coffee and give it to me on the couch. I'll have some fun while your boyfriend showers and get ready to work."

I sprinted to the kitchen to make him coffee. I then approached him and gave him his mug and kent at the floor.

He pointed at his feet.

"Give them a rub and show them some love. Kisses and licks. They've been working hard to get a promotion and fuck your boyfriend. They deserve it, no?"

"Yes."

"Yes? Yes boss!"

Sorry boss. Yes boss."

"Good boy."

I put my hands on his feet and started to rub them. As I did, I started to kiss them. He was right, he deserves some rest and I was excited to help. I licked his soles and sucked on his toes without stopping rubbing his feet. He sipped his coffee relaxed.

His feet had a bit of dirt on them which I made sure to clean well with my tongue. His muscles were tense but my massage should make them relaxed. I was honored to be at the feet of a man like him. I was honored to have my boyfriend fucked by him.

[depravedslave]

[competitivemen]

When Tony and Finn had first become roommates during their final year of university, they had immediately started butting heads. They'd both been used to being the most dominant guy in any room they were in, so they were constantly competing over who was the real alpha male. Things had only gotten more tense when Tony had started having a rotten streak of luck with the ladies, meaning that he wasn't getting any action at all.

Besides his roommate's increasingly bad and irritable mood, Finn probably wouldn't have even noticed something was up with his hated roommate if it weren't for the increasing number of tents his roommate was pitching in his underwear each morning. Finn's first instinct was to mock his roommate over his blue balls, but he restrained himself, having come up with an idea that would permanently humble his roommate and turn Tony into nothing more than Finn's bitch.

The plan would take time, with the first step being for Finn to place his worn, smelly socks under Tony's nose whenever he was in bed and had got a hard-on, while always being careful to remove them before Tony's alarm clock went off. From there Finn escalated by doing the same thing with his underwear, starting off with a pair that he'd only worn for a day and increasing the intensity until he was placing underwear that he'd just shot a load of his cum in over his roommate's face. He'd also done the same with some socks he'd filled with his cum.

Just as Finn had planned, Tony began to subconsciously associate the smell of his roommate's sweat and cum with arousal. Finn could soon get his roommate to pop a hard-on just by placing his feet under his roommate's nose. Tony remained completely ignorant that he was being trained to get turned on at the smell of his roommate's musk, but Finn was keen to start putting the second phase of his plan into action. Finn knew Tony was ready for phase two when he'd caught Tony stealing a sniff of Finn's socks and underwear when he thought Finn wasn't looking.

When Finn had confronted his roommate about it, Tony had begged him not to tell anyone about his dirty little secret. Finn had smugly agreed in exchange for Tony submitting to him and worshipping him and his feet. Tony, panicking about the thought of his newly developed obsession with the smell of male musk becoming widely known, had agreed, and they'd sealed the deal by Tony kissing Finn's feet in submission.

Here, Finn's previous conditioning of his roommate really started paying off, as it didn't take long for Tony to become completely dedicated and addicted to sniffing and licking every inch of Finn's body. Finn had to force his roommate to suck on his toes by using his other foot to hold the back of Tony's head in place at first, but Tony was soon wrapping his mouth around Finn's foot whenever Finn so much as put them on display.

From there things only escalated more quickly, with Tony soon being made to wrap his mouth around Finn's big cock just like he'd wrapped his mouth around Finn's big toe. What was even more humiliating for Tony was that he'd get rock hard whenever his nose was mashed against Finn's pubes and he was forced to sniff his roommate's musk directly from the source.

There was little doubt anymore over which was the real alpha in the room, not when Tony was spending most evenings with his face buried in Finn's lap, especially as his own cock was often spurting out his own load whenever he had to swallow down Finn's spunk. Finn was planning to eventually introduce Tony to some of his friends as a conveniently easy mouth that was now all too keen to worship real men's feet and swallow their loads, but for now he was content to bask in his own superiority in having turned his roommate into his personal worshipper.

[dirtylads]

[feastofguys]

rock the boat with that fat cock up my ass. i need some rocking from your cock'n balls. load me up with sea men.

[competitivemen]

Pete and his best friend Steve had always enjoyed competing against one another, and never more so than when they were out on the sea on one of their fishing trips, where they could spend all their time competing over who could reel in the biggest catch. Their other friends think that it is all for bragging rights, as whichever one would win would always boast proudly of their superior catch, while the other would be unusually sullen.

However, the real reason for their competitiveness is because both of them are trying to avoid having to go through the forfeit for having the smallest catch. The forfeit is that whoever loses the fishing contest has to strip completely, bend over the side of the boat with their fishing pole in hand, and let the winner do whatever they want to their bare ass.

Initially they'd just spanked each other with their fishing rods, but it had gradually escalated, first to slapping with their bare hands, then to the winner shoving their fingers up the loser's asshole. Finally, that had further escalated to the present situation, where the winner fucks the loser's ass for all it's worth.

Their other friends would be stunned if they ever found out about how on the first trip that had escalated to fucking, Steve had bested Pete in the fishing and immediately fucked him roughly over the boat's railings all while Pete moaned like a bitch. Or how Pete had gotten his revenge the next trip when he'd won at the fishing and then proceeded to fuck Steve with abandon until he'd filled Steve with his swimmers and Steve had shot a load of his own overboard.

Both men badmouth the other about how much they're looking forward to besting the other and claiming their asshole for themselves whenever their fishing trip is coming back around. But in truth, neither has ever felt as good or shot as big a load as when their friend's cock is roughly stretching open their ass. Both are far too macho to ever admit that, either to themselves or each other, so their competition continues with both acting like they want to win at any cost but deep down both knowing that they want to lose and be the other's fuckhole for the afternoon more than anything else.

[alpha-macho-soles]

[fartcushion]

"You treat my son like this? Fuck, maybe he's on to something being gay. My wife won't go near my feet and you were practically salivating and dry humping the air when I kicked my sneakers off.

Bet they taste better than my son's. You can taste a real man.

Fuuuuck. This feels so good. When you're finished with my feet you can come up to my pits. Then you're going to show me what else you're good at. It's been a long time since I got a BJ, and I've always wanted to be rimmed.

Oh, calm down there, don't worry we've got the place to ourselves for hours yet".

[facesittingdreams]

Dirty Desires:Nasty Noah

"Ready for Noahs Special Surprise? Get in there." These were the last words you heard as a man with dignity. Noah was the cocky football player in your school. He was also a bully. When your parents went away for the weekend, Noahs parents offered to keep you. Fast forward a day, and you were playing fifa for a stupid bet. You won, Noah would agree to a truce. Noah won, and you eat him out because his girlfriend wouldn't. You inevitably lost against Noah and swallowed your pride to be a man of your word. He lured you out to the balcony and bared his pale hairless hole in front of you as you fell to your knees. "This wasn't part of the de...." You try to argue before he releases a pungent protein fart at your face. Getting the point, you simply fall into his ass and begin venturing deep with your tongue. The taste was revolting as a mixture of shit and sweat coated your tongue and sent shivers down your spine. Eventually, you try back out, but Noah grabs your arms. With the ripeness of his crack weakening you, Noah easily moves your powerless hands to his cock. Using both his and your hands, he strokes his 8 inch cock. It was in broad daylight, but Noah didn't care. He was proud of his physical atrributes. He moaned loudly into the open world as he began to cum from your tongue poking in and out of his shitty pucker, shooting his sticky load into the garden below. His load comes to an end and be leans over the railing with pure pleasure. This only aided your face in going deeper as your tongue now seemed stuck in his anus. Finally, you black out, and the humiliation was over. Well, you thought so. Noah propped your unconscious body against the window, so anyone passing by could see his skidmarks on your face and lips.

[jockfootstories]

Your frat brother Chris is looking at you, displeased that you’re late restocking the fridge, among other things you’ve forgotten during the week. He’s the most dominant of the brothers, especially with how he uses his feet around you. You suspected early on that he’s always been this way—probably all through high school—making yuppie underlings bow at his feet. You’re sure he gets an extreme power trip from it.

You have only a few more weeks before your pledge is complete, and you’re willing to do whatever it takes to get in. You apologize to him, promise you’ll have everything restocked and in order by the afternoon, and ask if he needs anything else. He just stares at you, then points at his huge feet resting on the table.

You quickly move to his large soles and begin kissing the bottoms of them, begging for forgiveness. His foot smell hits you immediately as you kiss his feet again before easing up. “You’re going to make sure the fridge is stocked with beer, right?” he asks.

“Yes, sir,” you respond.

“My feet aren’t satisfied with this apology. Beg to crawl under my desk and be their footrest,” Chris replies.

You drop to your knees and beg him to let you crawl under his desk and cover your face with his hot, alpha feet. Chris nods, and you quickly scoot under the desk, watching his huge bare soles lower onto your face. One foot smears over your nose a few times as you take deep inhales of the jock’s foot smell before Chris presses the bottoms of his toes over your nose, ordering,” Smell between my toes and tell me you enjoy breathing in my foot odor.”  You obey, intaking the stinkiest part of his foot, and tell him you love inhaling his foot smell. 

You lay there for several minutes, breathing in his ripe foot odor, now extremely lightheaded, as you feel each of his feet and toes glide against your nose. From above, you hear him say, “Lick,” and you quickly drag your tongue over each of his bare soles, tasting them. You dart your tongue between his toes, getting them wet, and continue worshipping his feet for the next twenty minutes.

Chris smothers your face completely with both soles for a few minutes, plunging you into darkness, before finally pulling them away. He looks down at you and says, “I know some of the other brothers are a little upset with you as well, so you’ll be groveling at their feet at the sorority party tonight too. Besides being the beer bitch, you’ll also be the footrest if we watch the game.”

You hate being humiliated in front of the other frat brothers, but you chalk it up to part of the hazing. “Yes, Master Chris,” you reply, and watch him get up, leaving you to go about your business.

At the party, you’ve gotten drinks for the brothers and a few of them have ordered you to bow down and kiss their Sperry shoes. While down at their shoes, you hear you Chris come in, hearing all of them light up when he arrives. He walks over and high-fives the other frat brothers before gently pushing you over onto your backside. He slips off his Birkenstock sandals and conquers your face with one huge barefoot. You feel the bottom sink into your face as you lay there, hearing the other frat brothers snicker. You hear Chris say,” Hope our new pledge is getting you all beers and doing his duties.”  You hear the other frat bro’s say he is and feel Chris nudge your face with his foot in satisfaction. “Good boy.” He removes his foot and orders you to get him a drink. You offer the other guys drinks and clean up where needed…. eventually having to lay on the floor and be a footrest to some of them while they watch the game. Massaging one pair of feet while Chris and another frat bro take turns covering your face with their bare soles. You end up being the casual foot rest for the rest of the game, feeling the weight of feet resting on your stomach, chest, and face.

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'LET ME OOOOOOOUT!'

'hehe, sorry little man, were having too much fun'

i was trapped, there was no way to escape, his powerful sweaty body blocked my exit, staring down at me with an evil grin as i lay helplessly in the cramped the locker. his cock and balls dangling right in my face.

it was only my first day too... i guess it was some kind of hazing, they were rough guys at this rugby club. i should have known what i was getting into... they acted friendly at first, but then they tricked me into getting in this locker and then trapped me inside. whooping laughter echoed throughout the changing room, as well as manly belches and terrifyingly powerful farts.

he turned around again and let rip into the confined space, jiggling his fat sweaty arse up and down and shaking them out right at me while laughing at my torment. i was sprayed with buttsweat as the fresh wave of hot smelly wind burned my nostrils and my ears began to ring from the sound

'tell you what...' he reached back and grabbed his cheeks so it looked like his ass was talking. 'give me a niceee big sloppy kiss, on the lips, and ill let you go' he spread his hefty cheeks revealing a puckered pink hole surrounded by a dense ringlet of black hair.

'you cant be serious...' i said.

'deadly serious' the ass replied 'but not at all silent!'

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFPPPT!

id been in there for hours by this point, subjected to the farts of almost the whole club, i felt dizzy and i just wanted it to end.

'just one nice big sloppy kiss' the hairy pink donut winked at me again

'with tongue!' shouted some guy i couldnt see

'yeah haha... with tongue' he said, thoughtfully 'je suis un... how you say? romantique' he made his ass say to me in a sultry french accen before cutting another beefy frarp at me.

oh god... was i really going to do this? i couldnt see any other way out. i crept forwards towards the steaming jungle of his crack and pressed my lips against his pucker

'HAHAHAHA! oh my days, hes actually doing it!' he suddenly rammed his ass backwards, slamming my head against the back of the locker while farting directly on me, rubbing his sweaty backside up and down. i could feel the vibrations popping against my skin.

'still not feeling any tongue...'

defeated, i let my tongue hang out and brush against his anus as he ground his butt all over my face. it tasted like ass, theres nothing else to say, salty, grimy, ripe rugbyplayer ass.

'cmon, show some enthusiasm'

i began tonguing him more frantically

'haha, yeah, thats the stuff. hey, joe! get over here, hes actually eating my butthole!'

i heard loud heavy footsteps walk across the room. joe the giant he was called, he was famous. he grinned down at me, then dropped his towel.

defeated, i had no choice but to sit there and sniff up every booming fart he ripped into that locker.