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[perfecttrophyboys]

[fag691]

Oh dude I forgot I left you there. How long has it been, eight hours? I'm so sorry that I left you tied up with the vibrator on max deep inside your ass. Clearly you enjoyed yourself, how many loads is that? Six, seven. I cant hear you through your gag. Eleven! You greedy slut! So eleven loads means eleven months in chastity before I give you another chance to have an orgasm. Wait! Is that a twelfth! That looks painful, you must me so overstimulated. Now that I think about it, maybe we can add another five months to your chastity sentence before I let you go.

[sweatersub]

“Get on your knees bitch,” he said in an authoritative, commanding and threatening tone.

As you blushed and knelt down, the wide smile on your wife’s face made the humiliation unbearable. How could she be so beautiful and so cruel? And what did she ever see in a jerk like him? You kept thinking, why? What did I do wrong?

“Now kiss my feet,” he demanded, pushing you further. As you leaned down to obey him you began trembling, and as your lips hit the leather of shoes, you began to cry.

“Hey! Are you getting tears and snot on my shoes?” he shouted, kicking you hard in the face, the putting his foot on your head and pressing down as you curled up in the fetal position and bawled.

“Hey babe, maybe that’s enough? I think you’re really hurting him…” you heard your wife’s sweet voice say to him.

He removed his foot and then crouched down, grabbed you by the hair and forced you to look at him. “Okay,” he said softly, “I’ll chill out because my girl wants me to, but you’re gonna have to clean up the mess you made on my shoes, understand?”

You nodded, and he let you go. You slid over to his feet and began licking his shoes clean. You stole a glance upwards to see them making out, and after a few minutes, when he was satisfied, your degradation complete, he stepped away from your face. You looked up to see them walking away arm in arm.

[master4betas]

Sometimes, especially early in a relationship with a married woman, it’s important to set the tone and establish dominance. Besides, bullying beta cucks is fun 👺

[giantcowboy]

Friday after work

[rgates123]

Your neighbor would invite you over to blow off some steam with him over a couple brews. After he chugged a couple he wasted no time starting to bash on how much he was disgusted by fags like you for not being real men. While this was a typical Friday and you normally just went along with it, today he was really going on and on about how gays don’t even deserve to be called men because they have no balls.

You finally told him he was being a dumbass. Of course gay men still have balls, some are probably even more hung than he is. Boy did he let out a laugh before an evil grin came across his face. “Okay then let’s have you prove you’re really a man.”

Before you could even process what he said he had driven first his right then his left boot right into your nutsack. You fell clutching your balls croaking about “dude not cool.”

Of course he rubbed it in with “damn given the look on your face maybe you really do have marble sized balls between your legs. Good thing you fags don’t have any use for your nuts unlike us real men. I would feel bad if I had crushed a man’s pride like that.”

While in intense pain, you also know deep down that he’s right. What do you need your balls for anyway?? You finally stand back up and tell him, “ You know, you showing me my place by using your boots to kick my balls into my throat seemed like it helped you blow off steam. I’m glad that you found a purpose for them, Sir.”

All he can say is “fuck yeah fag. I’ve been waiting for you to finally realize your place. I thought the verbal humiliation would do it, but sure enough a boot to the balls was all it took. We’ll be putting you in your place every Friday now.”

With a final, full force boot to the nuts that lifted you off the ground to drive it home you realized he meant it.

[malestarsfeet]

[permanently-warped]

“OK you’re going to repeat after me. I’m a man, I’m a person, I deserve basic respect. Just keep saying it, alright?”

“I’m a man, I’m a person, I deserve basic respect.” My voice shakes a little, but he looks pleased. While I sit there kneeling he looks at me, and I realize he’s waiting.

“I’m a man, I’m a person, I deserve basic respect.” His expression is blank now. I can’t quite get a read on him.

“I’m a man, I’m a person, I deserve basic-” his foot kicks me square in the jaw. I fall to the floor, eyes welling with tears automatically. When I pick myself back up he’s sitting there waiting. A single tear runs down my cheek, I see him trying not to crack a smile.

“I’m a man, I’m a perso-” He begins rubbing his sweaty soles across my mouth, the other lands on the top of my head and starts rubbing too.

“What was that?”

“I’m a man, I’m a p-” I feel his toes cram into my mouth. One of his toenails scratches the inside of my gums as he jams them inside. I fall to the floor on my back, I barely realized I started sucking his toes. The heel of his other foot presses deeply onto my balls, a dull pain quickly ramps up until I’m screaming. At least I would be if his foot wasn’t gagging me.

“You want it to stop, keep talking boy.”

I try to enunciate around his toes, “Mm mm mmph…” He presses harder on my balls and tells me to try again. I have to pull my head up to try and speak, he wiggles his foot a little deeper into my skull. I try to say it two more times but fail pathetically.

He removes his foot from my mouth but keeps the other crushing my balls. He looks down at me all the way on the ground and flourishes one of the soles above me, “I got a nice present for you if you can correct the sentence.”

I stare up at his perfect sole and tell him the truest words I’ve ever spoken, “I’ll never be a man, I’m not a person, you deserve all the respect in the world, Sir.”

He smiles triumphantly, its like a wave of warmth from seeing his approval. I’m commanded to all fours, I take my position excitedly. His heavy feet feel weigh down my back so much. It must be exhausting having to walk around with this much power at his feet. I’m the luckiest not-man not-person in the world.

[whatshewontdo]

I said repeatedly. Buy me COTTON socks, and what are these? Some kind of polyester nylon monstrosities. Do you know WHY I don’t wear synthetic? Because cotton is the only thing that keeps my feet from smelling like some kind of salty-sour vinegar nightmare. My shoes are waterproof. That means in both directions you idiot. All that sweat just sat on my foot cooking. Well come on, get a nice deep sniff. Put your face right up against that nasty foot. Keep your mouth closed. You won’t be licking anything. I’m gonna rub this stink all over your face. Drag that nasty smell through your hair… once you’ve had to smell like my feet maybe you’ll understand why I don’t like to. Or maybe it’ll be torture for you smelling it and not being able to do anything. Oh and I saved these for you, they will be going in anything you drink until they are clean. That’s going to take a long long time. Drinking foot filtered water will be a good reminder for you.

[mitchellkent]

[hd-deactivated]

No, no licking for u till the game is over. Just kneeling and sniffing. Still. Like a piece of furniture. I wanna see how big of a puddle u can leak doing all that caged.

[abrieflyelegantstudent]

[fag691]

Every day your roommate sends you pictures from the gym. He knows that you enjoy scrolling through them while your fag dick tries to get hard in the cage he forced you to wear the first time he caught you jerking off while sniffing his sweaty underwear. When he gets home in a few hours you will still be mindlessly looking at the pictures he sent you while you rub your caged dick like a needy whore. The hornier and more frustrated you get the more eager you become to serve him, if you're lucky he might let you suck him off while he works or games, if you're unlucky he might take his frustrations out on your ass with his hand or his belt. No matter what he does, it makes your fag dick get embarrassingly hard, which he never fails to point out to you as he slaps your balls.

[mitchellkent]

[permanently-warped]

“Morning babe.”

My boyfriend acknowledges me but doesn’t look up from his phone. I hear a Grindr ping and see his cock inflate in his pants. Mine pushes against its hard plastic cage.

“Dishes never got done.”

I find myself at the dishwasher. I feel his soles dominating me with every plate I put on the shelf. My cock aches with every failed attempt to get hard. He knows exactly how to keep me dull and trapped in subspace. I place the last fork in the drawer and return to him, hands behind my back. He ignores me for a few moment before looking up.

“Breakfast?”

Eggs are in a pan in seconds. He keeps his volume up so I can hear every message, even with the sizzling breakfast. He lets out a soft ‘Ohh fuck’ and I turn to see him gripping his cock through his pants. He stands and grabs his jacket.

“You can wrap that for me later, I have to run.”

He kisses me on the cheek then vice grips my balls, “This place needs to be spotless, I’m thinking of having company later.”

I kneel to the ground and kiss the floor in front of his feet, “Thank you Sir, I love you.”

[ben-carindae]

Undergraduate Startup Competition Unleashes Straight Rights Movement

(Drew Connors, left, and Zeke Davis, Baylor University students smoking cigars to celebrate their win at the school’s startup competition.)

Two Baylor University students have won their school’s 2025 Startup Showcase with a novel app aimed to “improve campus relations between Alphas and fags.” Drew Connors, 21, a finance and entrepreneurship double major, and Zeke Davis, 20, a business management major, participated in the annual competition hosted by the business school that welcomed pitches from 15 teams of pioneering young men.

The winners’ KeepItLocked app has been a sensation on campus since its release seven months ago. When the program rolled out, the design was simple, Davis said. “So basically you make a faggot put on this chastity device which doesn’t let it get hard or anything and keeps it real compliant and then the fags are registered on the app so Alphas can demand service and punish them when they want.“

As their pitch highlighted, the app’s need was driven by continued tensions between the student Queer Society on the one hand and the Interfraternity Council and Athletic Association on the other. The latter two refused to investigate or discipline any student or group alleged to have participated in a violent “fagbashing night” last year that saw 31 queer students beaten and thousands of dollars in private property damage. University administrators claimed the student groups were responsible for self-policing and did not get involved.

KeepItLocked is a versatile platform with several functions for Straight users to enjoy. A main feature of the app is its ability to scan a locked user’s cage to leave reviews for other Alphas and, if necessary, add additional time to their chastity sentence. The chance of release is a key incentive for locked users to provide the highest quality service and show proper respect and obedience to their Alphas, the app’s founders noted.

The app also includes a call function which identifies the closest available locked user and commands it to present itself before the Alpha by kissing his feet. Locked users who do not present themselves have their sentences automatically extended one month. However, Connors and Davis indicated they are looking into installing a shock function in future models to compel submission.

The stunning growth of the app at Baylor undoubtedly contributed to the pair’s win and has been an encouraging sign to national Straight Rights activists. “At first we started out pretty small, only a couple of fags were caged and registered on the app, but once we started bringing in more Straight Men offering up their sweaty feet and pits practically every fag on campus was begging to be locked up,” Connors said.

Once a few locked users were on the app and providing services, the creators started sharing access to their teammates and fraternity brothers. Two Alphas are needed to verify the account of another Alpha to ensure that only “truly Superior Men can enjoy using the dirty faggots,” according to the duo’s presentation.

The app’s success at tamping down campus tensions has been applauded by administrators and some faculty. In the three months prior to the competition, zero claims of queer-based hate crimes had been filed, the first time since the data has been recorded.

Henry Johnson, Baylor’s Dean of Students, remarking on the app’s role in eliminating homophobia on campus, declared how proud he was of the students’ ingenuity and dedication to improving the lives of their fellow students.

(Friends of KeepItLocked founders, from left, Jackson Green, Dan Martin, Conrad Schaffer, and Nicholas Palakis, all in attendance.)

In brief interviews with Straight friends of the competition winners who came to show their support, praise for the app was universal.

Jackson Green, a forward on the soccer team said, “The app is great! We used to have to beat the ever-loving shit out of those faggots to keep them from talking back. Now all it takes is a swift kick to the balls and extra time in their tiny dick cages for them to do whatever we want. Don’t tell the dean, but I got a faggot doing most of my homework while its sissy ‘boyfriend’ sucks my toes. But I’m a nice guy, so when it gets me an A on one of my papers I like to give it one of my used condoms filled with Straight Alpha jizz.”

Dan Martin, Vice President of Tau Kappa Epsilon reported his many uses for the locked users. “At the frat, I kind of run everything so I’ve always got locked fags cooking for the house, cleaning, doing laundry and serving us at parties and stuff. A couple of the fags, uh, ‘volunteered’ to be urinals when we throw ragers, but we still tie them up naked and kneeling…for the fun of it.”

Conrad Schaffer, a member of Pi Kappa Phi and the football team commented, “I love the punishments I can dole out with the app. A couple days ago, I ordered a faggot to lick my muddy football cleats for 3 hours while I watched tape. Even after all that time they didn’t look “just like new” as I clearly demanded so I added 3 weeks to its lockup. It complained that its tongue was sore and its mouth was dry so before I went out drinking I told it to lick the tops of my flip-flops for another 3 hours. My foot sweat would be sure to moisten its filthy mouth. But of course, the fag couldn’t do that either. When it finished, the outline of my soles and discoloration from the sweat that had built up over years of wearing them were still visible. So I added another 6 weeks and told it to get out.”

When asked how this app might impact the growing straight rights movement taking the country by storm, Nicholas Palakis, President of the campus chapter of StraightUp, a youth-centered Straight Rights organization said, “We are on the verge of a cultural renaissance, a moment when Straight Men take their rightful dominion over this country and crush the weak queers that have disgraced it. Drew and Zeke are leading the way, taking these homos by the balls and reminding them that they serve us. Even faggot professors are starting to learn their place and locking their puny dicks up for their Straight Superiors. Once they’re under control we know how to put them to work arguing for Straight Rights against their other degenerate colleagues.”

KeepItLocked’s founders will take home a $100,000 cash prize for winning the competition and are already fielding investment interest from Baylor alumni. Conners and Davis are looking to expand operations and introduce the app to other universities in the coming months.

First though, the young founders are planning a vacation to the Bahamas with their own “locked faggot roommate”, whom they credit for helping them see that “faggots belong under their flip-flopped feet.”

[manlymansmen]

[smellytoes88]

I saw him shopping at Home Depot, complaining about the cost of some electric tools. I casually mentioned that I knew a way for him to make some easy money. He was a bit hesitant at first but to my surprise didn’t completely blow me off when I told him that I could easily sell some pics of his feet to a couple of clients for major cash. “People really pay money for that stuff?” He asked.

“They sure do.”

He didn’t quite believe me. “I dunno … I have some pretty gnarly giant man feet. Who’s gonna buy pics of that?”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” I told him. His tone changed when I showed him my OF account and the number of subscribers I had paying to see pics of straight stud feet. “You wouldn’t be my first model,” I told him. “See how well these sell? Private pics always do well. Especially for straight guys’ feet. Come on, Swing by my place and I’ll get some great shots. You’ll make serious bank.”

“Right now? I’ve been on my feet all day they’re all sweaty and probably don’t smell too nice.”

“Oh believe me that won’t be a problem,” I told him.

We formally introduced ourselves. His name was Scott, and he agreed to come over. When we got to my place he sat down on my couch and I told him to put his feet on the table. I told him I’d take his shoes and socks off for him. He was a bit uncomfortable but went along with it. “Let me guess, you’re into this stuff too?” He asked. I chuckled. “Guilty as charged,” I said as I pulled off his massive heavy boots. I was immediately hit by the warm smell of Scott’s socked feet wafting out of his shoes. He wrinkled his nose a bit. “Sorry, I told ya they were a bit ripe, been wearing these work socks for a while.”

“Believe me it’s not a problem,” I said as I took a look at the tab inside his boot. Size 15. I inhaled as deeply and inconspicuously as I could the entire time, getting as much of his foot scent as I could without being too obvious.

“Man, you have some big feet,” I told him. I grabbed his socks and began peeling them off. They were moist with sweat. When I finally saw his feet I could barely hold myself from diving nose first between his toes. “Yeah,” I said, “these’ll make you a ton of cash. My clients will pay big for this …”

He hesitated but sighed and said “well I guess I have no reason to not believe you.” I went ahead and got a bunch of shots of his incredible soles.

Then I straight up told him, “you know, no pressure, but I’d pay you some serious bucks right now if you let me sniff these paws of yours.” He wasn’t even fazed by the question, he was probably expecting it by now. “I mean, whatever rocks your boat, dude …. I’ll take the cash, sure. You really just wanna sniff them?” I made my offer and went straight to work. I dove my nose deep between Scott’s bare toes and began hungrily sniffing them. The hunk’s feet smelled incredible. I was pretty sure he hadn’t washed his socks in a week or two or more. They were pungent! I hungrily sniffed the straight stud’s smelly toes, getting my nose between all of them, inhaling his musky, sweaty, sharp foot stink. Fuck! They smelled so good! I grabbed his feet and kept my nose right on his skin. His feet really stank. I could have sniffed them all day and night. They were smelliest right between his big and second toes, but his soles were just as ripe. I kept sniffing Scott’s ripe toes and bare soles until finally, I came right in my pants.

When all was said and done I offered to buy his socks off him too. He took the offer - easy cash. That night I jerked off three times huffing on his ripe sweaty work socks!

A week later I paid him his share of the proceeds of his foot pics. Scott was so impressed with the success that later that afternoon, he was back at my apartment for another photo session — and another foot sniffing session for me! They stank even better this time around! “Man, your feet stink so fucking good,” i told him. “I still don’t know how you can handle them,” he said, “but as long as you’re paying …. I’ll keep them ripe for ya.” It became our weekly ritual. He’d come over with socks that stank better every week, and I’d buy them off him after sniffing his rank ripe man feet. Sometimes he came over with his socks in a ziplock for me — wearing his boots barefoot. Those days his feet stank like fucking he’ll and it always turned me on so much! And yeah - he was making plenty of cash to afford whatever he wanted at the HD.

One day a couple of months into our arrangement, Scott offered to introduce me to some buddies of his who were looking for some extra cash, and whom he’d let in on his new hustle. Turns out they wanted in on the action! He showed me a few pics of his buddies - they were all as hot as he was! “If their feet are half as hot as yours, you all can probably make double with some group pics,” I told him, “especially if you let me film you all while I sniff your feet.”

Later that night, Scott and two of his buddies were in my apartment. But that’s a story for another time …

[malefeetislife]

Thick & manly ❤️‍🔥

[smellytoes88]

I’m gonna write the horniest story about this sexy guy’s perfect smelly rank feet

[smellytoes88]

Rob lives across the hall from me in our apartment building. He works long hours in construction so we rarely pass each other by. But I always look forward to bumping into him because he’s so damn hot.

Probably my favorite thing about Rob, though, is that he has a specific habit of leaving his heavy work boots outside his door in the apartment hallway. What’s more, he usually leaves his worn socks tucked into them. We’re the only ones who live on our floor of the triple decker and we’ve discussed leaving stuff on our landing, so he knows I’m cool with it, especially in the winter months with all the salt and sand tracking. But he likes to leave them year-round - usually, he leaves all his shoes there, not just his boots.

From the first time I moved in I knew I would enjoy my time there. This is because the primary reason Rob left his shoes and socks out on the landing, I soon learned, was because of his huge foot odor problem. His boots and socks STANK. His on-and-off girlfriend can’t stand having them in the apartment when she stays there while they’re together, and he probably doesn’t want them stinking up his place when he has girls over when he and his girl are apart. In fact when I first visited the apartment while looking for a new place, the then-tenant of my apartment even warned me about it. “If you sign the lease here, just know that the other guy on the floor, Rob, leaves his boots out here in the hall … and they really smell.” He didn’t have to tell me … the smell was the first thing I noticed about the apartment hallway! Rob happened to walk out while I was there, and I saw how hot he was - and I felt the overwhelming desire to sniff his boots! In fact … it wasn’t a deciding factor, but it did maybe tip me over to renting here over other places.

Well now I’ve been living here about six months and Rob’s boots and socks are my favorite thing about this place. Rob’s job starts before dawn so he’s always in bed pretty early - which gives me plenty of opportunity to sneak into the hallway, sniff his boots, and take his socks into my apartment to huff on and jerk off to - with plenty of time to put them back when I’m done.

The first time I did this was one of the hottest experiences of my life. It was winter, so Rob was using his heavy duty boots, which evidently really made his feet sweat. Damn … when I lifted his socks out of his boots, they were crusty and actually heavy with sweat! I carefully put them in my pocket then held up his boot to my face, stuck my face in, and huffed deeply on them. Fuck … they were still warm, and the air I huffed was moist. The smell was deep and pungent. Rob must have had some smelly feet … but the boots were nothing compared to his socks. When I got back to my room to sniff and jerk off, my head spun when I put his socks to my face. They were rank!! Especially around the toes! I came in just two or three minutes sniffing them …. The first time. I jerked off to them three times that night before returning them.

I started doing this every night. And I noticed at least one contributing factor to Rob’s smelly boots and socks. He wasn’t just leaving his socks to dry out … I got to know his socks very well, and realized that he was wearing the same pair multiple times in a row … once I counted two weeks before he switched pairs.

This went on for a while. Every time I bumped into Rob my dick grew hard thinking about how good his socks stank. But one night, a few months ago, something happened. Rob caught me in the act. I was doing my nightly huffing of his boots when he stepped out of his apartment door. He caught me nose deep in his boots, his socks clenched in my hand!

I started to apologize. “I’m sorry, I just … uh …” but I didn’t have a good excuse. “I was just uh … there was a bit of a weird smell in the hallway and I was just wondering where it was coming from …”

Rob clearly wasn’t buying it. “You had your nose pretty deep in there buddy,” he said, “and you’re holding on to my socks there pretty tight.”

Damn. I tried to explain, “oh yeah … uh, well … it’s just …”

“It’s just … that you’re a kinky little freak who likes to get off on my nasty boots and socks?”

Oh man. He didn’t seem too happy. “Sorry Rob … I promise it won’t happen again …”

He gave me a pretty scary look. “Yeah you better hope it doesn’t.”

I started putting his boot and socks which I realized I was still holding down onto the floor. Then he spoke again “that is, unless you’re willing to make an arrangement.”

I looked up at him. “What sort of arrangement?”

“You can sniff up my nasty boots and socks … if you pay up. And agree to do some chores for me. I work some pretty tough hours doing rough work and I could use some help around the house especially since my girl and I broke up a month ago.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. That very evening I came into his apartment to start, after my first payment - a full case of beer and some weed. He wasn’t joking - it was a mess. Dirty clothes everywhere, piles of dishes. He sat down on his recliner, propped up the foot rest, turned on the tv, and started drinking a can of beer and rolling up a joint. “I’ll enjoy these while you get to work,” he said. I could barely take my eyes off his massive bare feet propped up on the recliner. Fuck, they were big, and wide and beefy. I swore I could catch whiffs of them too. Rob noticed me staring. “Hey — eyes on the chores, perv. These paws aren’t for you.”

I worked on the dishes and laundry and sweeping for the next few hours, my dick hard the whole time looking at his feet. Rob was pretty buzzed and high by the time I was done. He took a look around. “Not bad — you cleaned up pretty well. I think this’ll be a good arrangement.” He sat back down on the recliner. “If you keep up the good work, I might even let you rub my tired feet one day.” I think he saw my dick twitch in my pants, and he chuckled. “Yeah I bet you’d like that.”

But that’s all I got; he said the night was over. I went to my place, grabbing his socks from his boots on the way, my reward for my hard work. I jerked off furiously that night, sniffing his socks and thinking about those amazing meaty soles I’d just spent the last few hours staring at.

Every night that week I came over bringing beer and weed and ready for my chores - cleaning, sweeping, vacuuming, scrubbing in the bathroom, and my favorite, laundry - while Rob sat back and drank and smoked. On Friday, the end of my first week, Rob was real tired. It was an especially long day at work and he needed to unwind. He sat down on the recliner to watch tv and play video games and drink the beer I brought and smoke up. He was happy to have the weekend off.

I finished up my chores pretty quickly. “All done Rob, hope I did a good job.” Rob was pretty relaxed by this point, a few beers and two joints in. “Good job. You make a good little house fag.” He yawned. “You know, you been doing such a good job, I think it might be time to reward you with something special. I’m feeling pretty generous tonight … and my feet are really sore.”

I gulped. “You want me to help with that?”

He laughed. “Yeah I knew that would excite you. You really are a little foot freak aren’t you. Yeah I know you can barely keep your eyes off them … yeah, alright, get down there and massage them.”

Yes! I immediately knelt down in front of his propped up feet while he kept watching tv. My hands were trembling as I grabbed onto his huge bare feet and started rubbing them. Rob sighed - “yeah that does feel good. Keep that up.” I rubbed his meaty feet, damn they were hot! I felt myself leaning closer and closer to them. I could smell them, faintly, and couldn’t help myself from trying to get a deeper whiff. “Nuh uh uh, I didn’t tell you you could sniff, buddy,” Rob said, snapping me out of it. “I’m not feeling that generous. Just massage them. You can sniff your hands afterwards.” I massaged them for half an hour, my dick rock hard, before he let me go for the night. It was torturous being so close to his feet and not being able to sniff them! But my hands stank of them for a long while afterwards!

From then on he had me massage them every night after my chores. The next Friday, about half an hour into the massage, Rob fell asleep. The mix of booze and pot and the massage and exhaustion took him out. I stared at the giant feet in my hands as I heard him lightly snore. Fuck, I thought. He’s out cold. This might be my chance to finally ….

I was nervous about it but couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward until my nose was about an inch from Rob’s sleeping feet. I sniffed from that distance, afraid to get closer. Damn … damn! I thought his socks stank. But his bare feet were … fuck I felt myself leaking as I sniffed as hard as I could without touching his feet and waking him up.

But I guess I was sniffing too loud. Rob’s voice started, “are you trying to sniff my feet? I thought I told you no sniffing … this is a massage not a scratch and sniff.”

“Sorry Rob, I just …”

He chuckled. “You really need to sniff them, don’t you? Ha ha … well, I guess you have been behaving well the past few weeks. Is that what you really want? To sniff up my smelly bare feet?”

My mouth was dry and my dick was leaking as I panted out “yeah, yeah I do Rob, I really want to sniff your feet, if you’ll let me …”

“Oh boy you’re like a little pup aren’t ya, desperate to sniff your masters smelly feet … alright buddy, tonight’s your lucky night. Go ahead and sniff them.”

“Thank you sir,” I said as I dove my nose right under his toes and started hungrily sniffing. They were moist and sweaty, muscular but soft and meaty, easy to bury my nose in … and they stank. Rob’s feet really stank. They had that delicious manly, sweaty, heady stink to them. I sniffed them for about an hour; Rob even fell asleep again halfway, as I had my way with his feet, huffing on them. I barely had to touch myself to finally cum all over the inside of my pants.

I guess in my excitement and hungry desperate sniffing while I climaxed, I woke Rob up again. I heard him say “oh boy, you’ve gone and made a mess of yourself there, haven’t ya buddy. Oh man … what are we gonna do with ya … you really need my smelly feet bad, don’t ya.”

I panted out a “yes,” still coming down from my orgasm, my nose still nestled between his rank toes, gently breathing in his foot stink. “I really need your smelly feet sir …”

Rob said “oh boy … yeah, I can tell … well pup I’m gonna go to bed now. But I’ll tell ya what … you can sniff my feet while I sleep. I’ll let you sniff them every night while I sleep in fact … but in addition to the booze and weed and house chores, you’ve also gotta do my other chores - buy my groceries, clean the car, dry cleaning …and you’re paying for any dates I have in the future too …”

I willingly accepted. And I spent the rest of the night sniffing his huge smelly feet while he slept. Must have jerked off another four or five times! It’s been like that every night since …

[humiliatemeplesse]

Once you've licked them spotless, like new, then I'll let you take them off and sniff my stinking socks. And I bet you can smell them already, I wore them to the gym all week and then playing ball with the guys in the park today. It'll probably take you a few hours to get my sneakers licked clean so I'm gonna take a nap. You keep working at it and we'll see if you can earn my dirty stinking socked feet on your face, homo.

[swollenmuscles]

[permanently-warped]

I was expecting more from the city’s most infamous dom. I’d been warned about how ruthless and cold he can be. But the hookup went normally. We met at his place, made out. I did my thing, he did his. It wasn’t very out of the ordinary. He’s definitely dominant, but I’ve had worse.

Only one moment stood out to me. When he grabbed my face. He held it in his hand and looked at me for a few moments. It felt like a test, or an inspection. But that was it. We hooked up, and then we were done. He told me to let myself out the way I came in.

As I walk towards his foyer, I pass a table. It’s cluttered with gear. A harness, gag, hood, cuffs, everything. In the middle there’s a note.

I deeply enjoyed our time together. I’m giving you the opportunity to commit yourself to me fully. Should you accept, put on every piece of gear and wait for further instruction.

I pause, was this for me? I couldn’t recall seeing it when I came in, so it must be. He didn’t say anything about it. I liked him a lot too. I feel fuzzy, I know I shouldn’t be so prideful knowing he picked me. A smile breaks out across my face anyway.

I grab the collar first and fix it around my neck. Next I grab a cage. The ring fits. So does the shaft. The lock clicks and I place the key on the table. There’s long bars connected to some straps. I figure they’re knee locks. I move everything to the floor so I can continue binding myself. Two sets of hinged handcuffs, I clasp one pair around my ankles. I sort the final pieces of the puzzle in front of me. First a hood, then the hand mitts, then the wrist cuffs. I take a deep breath and bind myself piece by piece. I lie awkwardly pinned to the floor and wait.

I keep waiting. And waiting. Not sure if time is moving faster or slower. My knees become sore. I try and shift my weight to my elbows but that hurts more. Has it been thirty minutes or two hours? The hood blocks all light, I wouldn’t know if night has fallen yet. Could he still be in his room? Did he forget? Was the note even for me?

A door opens. I silence my breathing. Footsteps walk closer to me. My heart races, my cock jumps a bit. And then the footsteps walk past me. I sit and track my breathing. I hear him in the kitchen. More time passes. I feel his footsteps move closer to me. He finally stands beside me, I don’t know what he’s doing.

He hooks two fingers around my collar and pulls me across the floor. The carpet burns my knees and I seethe in pain. He stops suddenly and my face falls to the floor. I hear him sit down on the couch, then I feel the heels of his feet dig firmly into my lower back. I smile.

[hotmenandfeet]

[permanently-warped]

“Hey, what are you doing out of your cage? I said bed for the night. Ohh, you just wanted to see me. How sweet.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you just wanted to lick my feet again. Is that what you want? It’s okay.”

He lures me closer with a wave of his foot. He looks at me commandingly, I understand his body language. I take his big toe in first, then stretch my mouth over the rest of his toes. He puts a hand on the back of my head and pushes me deeper. It starts to hurt, I can feel myself about to gag.

“This what you wanted?”

He pushes harder. Nearly a third of his massive foot is shoved into my skull. Tears well in my eyes. I try to retract but his hand applies more force. I moan in agony, looking up and seeing his stern expression. I gag heavily, his face stays stoic. A sharp moan comes out involuntarily. I feel my face turning red, my under eyes are wet.

He removes his hand from the back of my head. I dry heave and throw myself to the floor, bowing towards him. A heavy foot slams my head to the floor. He pushes harder until I feel like my brain is going to explode.

“When I say ‘go to bed’ what are you going to do next time?”

[mitchellkent]

[permanently-warped]

“Don’t be like that, there’s always next month. I was rooting for you too, but I know how you get overwhelmed. You lost control, it’s okay.

What? My feet were getting hot I had to take my socks off. You seriously think I took my socks off extra slow to make you fail? That’s ridiculous. I always do it like that. Slowly peel them off til it’s just my heel is showing, then rip it off quick. It wasn’t on purpose, promise.

Hey, look on the bright side. One month from today you can try again, and if you last a full minute I’ll unlock you. Unlocked for as long as you want, I’m sure you’ll get it next time. And look, just for you, I’ll take 3 days off for every item you buy off my wishlist. I do so much for you.”

[feeturemen]

[permanently-warped]

“Houseboy, come here.”

I come from the kitchen and stand near him with my hands behind my back.

“Kneel and stare at my feet.”

I kneel, and I stare.

“Housekeeping?”

“Done, sir”

“Other tasks?”

“Bathroom cleaned, suit at cleaners, sir”

“Dinner?”

“Cooking, sir”

“You workout today?”

“45 minutes, chest and triceps.”

He flexes his soles in front of my wanting eyes. I know he’s smiling, that makes me happy.

“I’m feeling generous today, so it’s your decision: 30 seconds of feet time or 30 seconds edging yourself.”

I immediately dive into his feet, kissing every inch. He leans in and rustles my hair while my greedy lips hug every shadow of his soles. Drops of precum leak from my cage. Once 30 seconds has passed he removes his feet and rests them on my back.

Of course he knew I’d choose his feet, but it was worth a try. He spends the rest of the evening on the couch, brainstorming ways to tell me he lost the keys.

[feeturemen]

[permanently-warped]

“Shame it’s over. We had a lot of fun you and me. I wish the best for your future.”

“Thank you. And thanks for being cool with it. Goodbye.”

I stand at his door and hesitate for a moment before grabbing on the handle. I swear he can hear my thoughts.

“Kiss my feet one more time, as goodbye.”

I freeze with my hand gripping the doorknob. I turn around and stand in front of his feet. He’s waiting impatiently. I kneel and kiss one of his big meaty soles, “Goodbye.”

“Kiss both.” He pushes his other foot against my face. The rush of his foot against my face ignites something in me, my tongue falls from my mouth instantly and begins covering large areas of his foot, again and again. Before I know it his toes are in my mouth and his foots against my cock. All my inhibitions gone, he’s got me stuck in his trap. I’m lost in his perfect soles and feel something cold against my cock, along with his hands fiddling with my balls. I know what’s happening but I stay quiet, slowly lapping up his sole. I continue to kiss and worship while accepting my fate.

Click.

“Atta boy.”