Right before the 4-hour road trip to see the relatives, you beg your college stepbrother for a huge favor. The favor could get you in deep trouble with your parents and you want your stepbro to go along with the fake alibi. He flashes his smile, props his dirty socks up on the desk, and points to them. It’s been his way of showing his older dominance over you in making you breathe in his ripe foot odor. You think he gets a power trip from it or simply enjoys seeing you buried under his feet while rubbing the stink of them in your face. You really need the favor and move forward, pressing your face into his worn socks. You grunt some as you inhale their sweaty, sock odor and move your face against his soles. You feel humiliated by this and can sometimes handle the smell of his feet, yet other times it can be overwhelming. “Smell under my toes worm,” he orders and you move your nose up to his toes, pressing it firmly into them. You take deep sniffs, the stench overwhelming you. You try to do a good job of sniffing his socks and after about 10 minutes, he says he’ll go along with your favor. You rub your face up and down his soles a couple more times, hoping he accepts your gratitude, and head off for a while to get an errand done before you all have to go.
Shortly before getting back, you get a text image from him showing off his huge bare foot. He sends a message under it saying,” Thought about the favor and I’m gonna need a little more. You can rub my feet for a while in the back seat and if you don’t do a good job, you know what happens.”
You respond back,”We had a deal, you can’t back walk it!”
From the stepbro,” I can do whatever I want. If you want your secret outing kept safe, you’re gonna be my slave during this visit.”
You respond defeated,” Ok ok. But not the bare feet, please.”
He responds,” Just cause you protested, YES the bare feet and you are DEFINITELY getting them in your face.”
You reply back, knowing you said the wrong thing and he for sure wasn’t going to back down,” Ok Mike,” you type back, trying to appease him. “ I’m sorry but please… only when we stop at the convenience store. I’ll race in and get whatever you want and come back.”
A moment passes and your stepbro responds,”😈. Damn right you will worm. I want drinks and snacks from the store too.”
Of course, when the trip started and everyone was settled in, the feet fell into your lap, and you started massaging them off and on. When the pit stop came, you told the parents you were getting some stuff for you and your stepbro and would meet them back at the car. Naturally, getting back and handing over the snacks to him, his bare soles were quickly thrust into your face. Feeling the bottoms smear against your nose, having no choice but to endure it, you hear him order you to smell them. You breathe in, his toes clenching over your nostrils as you inhale the lingering odor of the socks you sniffed earlier. Both feet then smother your face as you hear him open the chips and drink. Several minutes go by, feeling the soles nudge your face some, hearing him call you foot slave, before the feet are removed from your face, and you see light again. He smiles at you and tells you there’s more to come later on. The parents get back in and the trip resumes.
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