Losing your job was rough, but your roommate, Jeremy and you had a good rapport. Appealing to this he let you stay one the condition he'd cover rent, but you had to take in responsibilities each fortnight you went without a job. Easy, some extra chores was nothing to being able to live rent free while you found a new position.
The first two weeks just added housework to the responsibilities: dishes, cleaning, trash was all your responsibility. You noticed Jeremy getting less tidy or careful, you were quick to clean up after him.
The next fortnight brought laundry duties, where you noticed he really worked up a sweat. You always liked his musk, but something about doing task for him and smelling his sweaty clothes made you oddly addicted. You started finding yourself taking a sock here or there to get a nice whiff.
As a new month rolled in Cooking started to be your duties next, breakfast lunch and dinner. It wasn't too bad but the responsibilities were stacking up to where finding time to job hunt was hard. Whenever you considered just quitting the arrangement and living with your parents Jeremy would give you a compliment, a pat on the head, or whisper of sweet words that made you glow for some reason. It was hard to not want to please him. Those night you found your self sniffing his clothes before bed more often.
The next weeks of joblessness hit and you were at a loss of what more you could do. Jeremy had an idea. "After work, rub my feet, they are so sore walking over the site so much. You'd be a good boy and do that, yes?"
You couldn't resist that. Soon you were worshipping his feet each night. Jeremy steadily grew more controlling and demanding. Eating your time to look for work and giving more responsibilities even as they got sexual and humiliating.
Here you four months later, caged dick, nippled clamped, naked, licking his feet and being his personal servant. Jeremy reclines as you suck on his big toe submissively. "You know, I knew I could make you the perfect bitchboy. As soon as my socks went missing I knew it. Though you can't jack off to my socks anymore can you? I make enough now I can pay for both of us, you're too under my thumb to fight back anymore." His big toes shoved their way in your mouth, and pulled at the cheeks for you tongue to fall out and drool. There was no fighting it, he eroded that away over the months, when he wanted a toy you were his toy. His toes passively pulled and prodded your face. "This is your new job so no more job searching bitchboy. This is where you belong."
His feet against your face a sign he needed a foot stool. You lay on the ground with his feet covering your face. Jeremy had crushed you ambition, independence, and free will, but you were in heaven as you sniff and licked your master's feet and you penis strained against the cage leaking precum.
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