Footjockstories

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[footjockstories]

It was your birthday and every birthday you would visit the tallest building in your city to enjoy the view with your best friend. 

This year was no different, you had a small gathering with your small circle of friends and family. At the end of the party you received all your presents, well not all of your presents cause Aaron hadn't given anything at that moment. 

You arrived at the tower and sat down to enjoy the view. The sky was blue and it was very hot that day. After an hour of chatter up there Aaron interrupted the conversation. “Alright, I know that I still haven't given you a present, so just wait here." He got up and was away for 1 minute to come back with a wrapped up box. He handed it to you, but before you could open it he stopped you. "Alright, so I want you to open this box with your back turned to me. Do it slowly, and the moment you see what it is, I want you to turn around 'cause I have another present for you." He grinned with a wink. 

You complied, turning your back and slowly opening the box. You heard some noise behind you, like he was changing. You ignored this, because of a cheesy familiar smell coming from the box. You untied the bow and slowly lifted the lid up. Your eyes started to water as you were met with 2 grey socks, which obviously had lost its white color. You were confused, knowing that you had never admitted your foot fetish to anyone.

You turned around to see Aaron shirtless sitting up on the deck with his bare soles exposed. "Surprise!" He said wiggling his toes with an amused grin. "W-what is this?" you said, trying to act like you didn't know what was going on. "Now don't act stupid, you think I've never noticed you straight up staring at my feet for hours?" You went red, knowing you got caught.

"I didn't know what to give you, so I looked down at my feet and got the perfect solution!" He exclaimed. You were lost for words, with the stink from the socks still assaulting your nose. "It's a hot day, so come here and lick these feet. You can suck and clean those socks later." You practically sprinted down and lapped at his soles. "Don't get too comfortable now, this will be an annual thing." Aaron laughed before relaxing.

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“Start worshiping.” Tom said with a cocky small grin, flicking you off as he extended his foot in your face. You were an extra on the set of the new Spiderman movie. It was a hot day and you just noticed how bothered Tom was with the heat, especially with his feet as he removed his shoes and socks outside every hour to air them out. The stench was noticeable horrible to the crew around him, which caused them to scatter away in an instant. You looked around, not moving an inch as the smell didn’t bother you at all, you even liked it, also knowing that the smell was from Tom Holland himself. Tom noticed you still awkwardly standing there and grinned while wiggling his toes. “My my, this is like a lottery; someone that doesn’t mind my foot smell.” You blushed at this but before you could say something back, Tom put on his sweaty socks and shoes and walked towards his room. “Follow me.” He said, looking around briefly before continuing to walk. You complied and followed him. You closed the door as Tom plopped up on a couch, letting out a huge sigh as he relaxed. “Remove my shoes.” He said casually, putting his hands behind his head as he closed his eyes. “Y-Yes of course.” You said awkwardly, not having expected this. You removed his shoes and the room immediately was dominated by his cheesy scent. He opened his eyes to look at you, but you didn’t budge. Tom laughed. “Damn, every other person I know would’ve been across the set right now gasping for fresh air.” You blushed somehow, feeling special but humiliated by the comment. “Now.” He continued, bending down to remove his sweaty socks. “I’ve been working all day and I deserve a break. Stick that tongue out and I might have you suck these socks clean if you do a good job, slave.” Your heart skipped a beat at the word “slave” but you didn’t waste a second as he ordered you to start worshiping, flipping his middle finger in your face. You extended your tongue, licking away the sweat off his soles, lapping away through his tattoo as you worked your way up his toes. “You’ll be doing this every day from now on.” Tom finally commented after an hour of worship. You kissed both his soles, accepting your new job.

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You had been trying to shape up your body for a long time under your personal trainer Brad at his home. The goal was to make you lose the fat and replace it with muscle. It went well at first, but when it slowed down, Brad started to focus your training more on him than yourself. It started with push-ups, changing from touching your nose on the ground to kissing each of his shoes when you went down there, him using you as a footstool while planking, to even kissing his bare soles while doing sit ups. One day you decided that you were done with it, wanting normal training like everyone else. You entered his home the next day, seeing him on the couch, gaming with his feet stretched out, slightly dirtied. Awkwardness filling the room as he wiggled his toes while smirking down at you. "W-well Brad, I appreciate you training me, but I am sick of all these weird exercises, your footstench is really dizzying... I can not focus with it constantly in my face, I hope you understand." Silence filled the room, Brad just focusing on the game, you almost afraid that he'd not heard it. But then he suddenly looks at you. "Crawl and start licking these soles clean." You were taken aback. "But Bra-" He cut you off again. "I trained you to become a footslave without you knowing, but we're gonna cut that long training program short, now crawl here and lick these feet clean, I won't say it again." Shocked and betrayed, you hesitated but complied, knowing that your body wouldn't be able to take him on. You crawled towards his sweaty and dirty soles. Inches from the soles, the smell started dizzying you, but his domineering indirect threat scared you, so you started licking his soles, collecting all the grime and sweat. "Good slave, now before you lick my toes, get a good whiff." He said with a grin. Humiliated and broken, you started sniffing your new masters cheesy toes, before collecting all the toe jam between the digits while he wiggled them. This became a routine, with your training-membership cancelled and being replaced by a life-time footslave-contract.

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“Trick or treat, smell my feet.” That’s what you heard when you opened the door. It was Halloween night and you decided to stay in, not really in the mood for any festivities. You had a sign in front of your door that read: “DON'T KNOCK ON DOOR.” Some didn’t listen to that, so you had to open the door to tell them that you didn’t have any treats, with most of them just accepting it. Well most of them did, ‘cause when you opened the door for what felt like the 100th time: “Trick or treat, smell my huge feet.” You were met with Dax, a popular jock at your college. He had a mask on but you immediately recognized him. “Hey bro’s! Give me some time with this one, go on ahead!” He yelled out to his jock friends in the distance before turning his attention back to you. “Uhm… I don’t have any candy, sorry.” You said, wanting to close the door. This didn’t work. Dax practically barged into your room, plopping himself on your bed. “You don't have any candy, so smell my feet.”You were taken aback but had heard that Dax and his friends would find victims every Halloween to serve their feet. Not wanting any trouble, you removed his flip flops and kneeled down, slowly getting close to his feet. You hesitated, but Dax didn’t even give you time to think and smothered you with his feet, forcing you to lie down on the ground. The smell was intense and you were now stuck in this footprison. “Ahh, it feels great having a footrest after all that walking.” Dax sighed in relief as he rubbed his feet all over your face. His feet reeked but you endured it, but Dax was getting bored of you, so he lifted his feet up for a moment. You immediately gasped for air. “You’ve been a good enough footrest, now I need you to switch over to a foot cleaner. Start.” You didn’t even have time to protest as he descended his feet again. The smell was too intense so you tried pushing up on his feet but his size 15’s effortlessly just forced you back down. “Is my foot cleaner malfunctioning? ”He said irritated but amused. Knowing that there was no way out, you extended your tongue and dragged it across his large sweaty soles. “Enjoy your treat, foot cleaner.” Dax laughed. ”Happy Halloween!”

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"Start worshiping." Tom said with a cocky small grin, flicking you off as he extended his foot in your face. You were an extra on the set of the new Spiderman movie. It was a hot day and you just noticed how bothered Tom was with the heat, especially with his feet as he removed his shoes and socks outside every hour to air them out. The stench was noticeable horrible to the crew around him, which caused them to scatter away in an instant. You looked around, not moving an inch as the smell didn't bother you at all, you even liked it, also knowing that the smell was from Tom Holland himself. Tom noticed you still awkwardly standing there and grinned while wiggling his toes. "My my, this is like a lottery; someone that doesn't mind my foot smell." You blushed at this but before you could say something back, Tom put on his sweaty socks and shoes and walked towards his room. "Follow me." He said, looking around briefly before continuing to walk. You complied and followed him. You closed the door as Tom plopped up on a couch, letting out a huge sigh as he relaxed. "Remove my shoes." He said casually, putting his hands behind his head as he closed his eyes. "Y-Yes of course." You said awkwardly, not having expected this. You removed his shoes and the room immediately was dominated by his cheesy scent. He opened his eyes to look at you, but you didn't budge. Tom laughed. "Damn, every other person I know would've been across the set right now gasping for fresh air." You blushed somehow, feeling special but humiliated by the comment. "Now." He continued, bending down to remove his sweaty socks. "I've been working all day and I deserve a break. Stick that tongue out and I might have you suck these socks clean if you do a good job, slave." Your heart skipped a beat at the word "slave" but you didn't waste a second as he ordered you to start worshiping, flipping his middle finger in your face. You extended your tongue, licking away the sweat off his soles, lapping away through his tattoo as you worked your way up his toes. "You'll be doing this every day from now on." Tom finally commented after an hour of worship. You kissed both his soles, accepting your new job.

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Part 1:

Your parents were quick to favourite your sisters new boyfriend, probably because of his good looks and charismatic personality. Him becoming a favourite immediate irked you, not only cause of your parents turning all the attention to him, but also because of your parents telling you to obey if he had any wishes. It started with making him smoothies everytime he came to your house to taking his shoes off if he was "too tired". You did it with great reluctance, but had no choice. He quickly picked up on this and started to exploit it.

One day he came through your door unexpected. He knew that your parents weren't home, and he wasn't with your sister. He was shirtless and grinned at you. "H-hey man, what are you doing here." You asked. It was silent for a second. "Take my shoes off." He finally said, his grin slowly fading. You were taken aback by this. "U-uh sure." You knelt down and took his shoes off, the smell immediately filling the room. You would always complain and nag when you did things for him, but his sudden domineering presence silenced you completely. After you gently pulled his feet out of his shoes, he walked towards the couch and sat there, glaring at you. Awkwardly, you wanted to stand up, but before you could he spoke. "Massage my feet." He said, putting his feet up on the table.

Feeling humiliated, you obeyed again, putting your hands on his big reeking feet and starting the massage. You were afraid of his sudden personality change and decided it was best to just obey. You continued massaging for a good half hour, before he spoke again. "Now take a whiff." Hearing this, you looked at him, hoping he was joking. "Your parents treat me like a king, and it's time I get a slave serving me, don't you think I deserve that?" He said, half-amused but serious. "Now sniff like a good boy." You complied, putting your nose on his soles and toes, sniffing the cheesy footsmell, making you want to gag, but you suppressed it, afraid of the consequences. "You like that smell? You better get used to it cause I'm gonna appoint you as my new Footboy!" He said, laughing while wiggling his toes in your face, with your nose between his two big toes.

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Quietly licking at his feet while he is in his own space after running for a few miles. You had been his friend and running buddy, but that changed the moment he realized how eager you were to please him.

"They better not be any sweat droplets and dirt left on my soles." He says, sternly looking at your face, tongue extended on his dirty feet. You submissively nod and continue, not saying anything, knowing that you could only speak with permission. Licking away every speck of dirt, the salty sweat entering your system, the cheesy foot-smell overtaking your head more second by second, his dirty toes being the source of the most intense smell. "I can't believe you were actually someone I actually viewed as a person. If I had known from the get-go that you were merely a useless footlicking loser, I would've had you under my feet servicing me a long time ago."

Wiggling his toes, you feel his burning eyes on you. "Don't forget my toes, the gunk I've accumulated will be your meal for the day." You obey again, swirling your tongue between every toe of his, licking away the toejam while the humiliation continues unfolding.