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@jamesfootphag
Being the lone fag in the platoon you were made to do anything the REAL SOLDIERS, the MEN, told you to do. In fact, it was ordered by the General for you and they to do so. So, you ended up spending any of your non-training time doing their assigned chores like cleaning the head, which they made you do with a toothbrush, and sometimes they'd tie your head to a mop so they could make you get on your hands and knees with the mop head tied to your face and they'd clean up all the piss and public hair like that, your head forced back and forth over and over on the toilet floor. For that they'd bring in beer and have lots of laughs. They'd video it too and send it to their buddies in other platoons and at home. You also had to take care of all of their foot lockers and keep their belt buckles and boots shined and cleaned perfectly at all times. You had to run around and make all of their bunks every morning. You had to do your own assignment in the laundry and instead of putting their dirty smelly skivvies and dirty socks in the general laundry to be washed they'd give it directly to you and expect same day service. They'd make you sniff their dirty socks right in front of them before you could bring them to the laundry. And when all the GI's relaxed after chow and before lights out, watching TV or gaming or just shooting the shit, you always found yourself on the floor with this view after you were commanded to take off his boots and massage and sniff and kiss and worship his sweaty smelly dirty socked feet, socks that they didn't send to the laundry often. Every night another one of your "peers" forced you to do the same to him. Every night. In front of all the rest of them. Your tour was almost over and you were so glad that you'd be out of there and be able to finally get some rest and not be humiliated nighty with their stinking sweaty socked feet in your face. Then you were called into the Chief Lieutenant's office where you were told that with no input from you, you had been signed up for another three years. They said you did such a good job being the platoon fag that the Men didn't want you to go. So, against your will, you'd be a slave and sock sniffer to the men for another three years.
“Uhhhh, aren’t you forgetting something? I just gave you a ride, kiss my feet in return. You’re gonna have to suck my toes after I pick you up later too. Those are the ride rules. Got it?”
You are the teacher randomly assigned to supervise the detention period of the three school bullies ... When you entered the class room, they did not even stand up.
One of them pointed to the white board, and when you turned around, you where in a state of shock : The name of your (secret) tumblr profile was written in giant letters : FOOTFAGG@TLOSER
Your heart rate doubled, your vision blurred, you are scared to turn around, but you had no choice than to face them... You see the evil grin on their faces, you know that you are at their mercy, or you might face scandal, and the end of your carreer... You open your mouth...
Don't you even dare to say a word, sh!tface ! The voice of the boy on the left was full of disgust and hate... We have just one hour to deal with you, you pervet swine... on your knees ! NOW !!!
... and that's when your worst nightmare began ...
I worked as a low-paid intern at the headquarters of XXX Airways. One day, I was summoned to the CEO's office and the big boss said he wanted me for a 'special assignment' : To accompany his youngest son on a 2 weeks holiday. My role would be to take care of reservations for hotels, cars, sightseeing trips etc, to have "an eye" on his son's behavior, who was some times a little "unhinged" and - the CEO's exact quote - to do everything to make my boy happy As a reward, I would get a bonus equal to 3 month of my actual pay and a new, better position after our return. I accepted, of course. What a fool I was ... I learned what the word 'unhinged' means right at the beginning of the journey : He yelled and argued with the taxi driver on the motorway ... He lit a cigarette inside the airport, and when we got intercepted by TSA, I had to pay the fine (at least it was a company credit card). In the VIP lounge before boarding, I heard him muttering unpleasant remarks about a couple of other passengers, the like I cannot repeat here... Finally, we entered the plane. I was surprised that we are the only two passengers in the Executive section, but I kept my mouth shut. The captain came around to personally greet him and said all arrangements and orders from his father had been done. After the captain returned to the cockpit, I looked at him and I saw he was angry. He said : Wanna hear something ironic ? My father owns an airline, but me, I hate flying ! Airports are so far away from town... all these "people" you have to get by ... remember the two escalators that were broke and we had to climb up stairs ? I started to regret what I have signed on... Obviously, the young man was a spoiled brat and an arrogant douchebag, too ! Damn' those stairs we had to climb ... my feet hurt ! I could use a good foot massage ... Take my shoes off ! I did not believe my ears ! I said : Wha... DID I F**KING STUTTER ? Listen, you lousy stooge : Your primary task on this trip is to ensure that I AM HAPPY ! Right now, I'm pissed, and I need a foot massage to restore happiness ! Sit down on the floor, remove my shoes and start massage my feet ! I did... I really did it ... A very strong smell of unwashed feet hit my nose, the touch of his socks was moist and yucky... At that moment, the plane started to roll, heading from the concourse to the taxiway, to lift-off... This cannot be true ... this must be a nightmare... Wake me up ! He lowered his voice and said to me : Listen ! You will execute all and every order I give you, witout ever, EVER, hesitating or disobeying, got it ? Otherwise, I tell Dad that you made me 'unhappy' - and for you it's no bonus, no job and bye-bye ! Remember what the captain said for Dad's arrangements ? We are alone here in this section. Cabin crew has strict orders not to show up, not to interfere whatever they may see or hear from us... What he said was true, because at that moment the plane began to accelerate on the runway, yet no one from the cabin crew had come around to tell us the usual seatbelt/safety/electronics bla-bla... Keep massaging my feet until we reach 30,000 feet cruise level. Then, you go to the galley to pick up drinks and snacks for me, and you'll serve as a good butler would do... After that, you lay flat on the floor and I use your ugly face as my foot rest, boy ! The airliner had left the runway, we were in the air and no possibility to go back ... Where we were going ? Sydney, Australia ! A 14 hour flight !
Do it faggots.
Faggot degradation
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Killian had been told one too many times to stay out of his cousin's bedroom. He had been spending time with him during the summer while on break from college. It had annoyed Oliver that he would snop in his room when he wasan't around. So Killian devised a way that he would not be cauht.
One morning while Oliver was out on errands, Killian took advantage of the opportunity. He looked through his things. He soon heard Oliver arriving back sooner than expected. He didn't want to be caught. So he took his special blue pill. He thought about waht to change into. He quickly shrunk down in size and bcame a pair of socks on his cousin's floor.
Oliver walked into his bedroom. He wasn't too happy that one of his pair of socks had an annoying hole in the heel. He took his shoes off and took the pair of socks off. He searched his sock drawer and didn't find a single clean pair. "Dang, I need to wash clothes. I don't have a single pair of clean socks." He said to himself. He then looked down and saw a pair laying on the floor. "How did I miss these?" He asked himself as he put them on his feet. He then put his shoes back on and left to go finish his errands.
Killian didn't expect this sort of events to happen. His cousin's sneakers reeked so badly. The insoles were horribly worn down. His feet didn't smell much better than the shoes he was trapped in. If the smell wasn't bad enough, he could taste both feet in his mouth. It was like the entire foot was in his mouth and he had to suck on all that musk and foot sweat. He couldn't change back unless he had the space and wasn't attached to his cousin'f feet. He was stuck this way as long as his cousin was wearing him. Being walked on was so painful. It was like Oliver's feet was crushing him over and over with no end in sight. He now see his plan went south in a bad way. He would have rather been caught by his cousin then to be stuck as socks on his feet.
Oliver came back from his errand three hours later. He noticed his feet felt so good. It wasn't that way before he left for his errands, especially in his current sneakers. He realized that it was the socks he was wearing. They were super soft and comfortable. They even made these uncomfortable sneaker feel good. He decided he would have to wear this pair every day or at least till they have holes in them.
TWO YEARS LATER.......
Oliver was amazed that two years later, his favorite pair of socks still had no holes in them. They were quite dirty and no matter how much he wash them, the dingyness never went away, nor his strong foot odor. He didn't mind that though. They were the only pair of socks to survive his feet intact despite how dirty they looked and smelled. He literally wore them every day for two years straight. He would wash them once every two weeks so that he could continue to wear them. They truly were his favorite socks to wear.
One thing did bother him. He had not seen Killian for the past two years. He had came back from doing errands and Killian wasn't at home. In fact, he hadn't seen him since then. He hoped wherever he was that he was safe and sound. It was unlike him to just up and leave and not say sometihing, especially after leaving his things at his place. He guess he would turn up some time or later.
Killian's plan to not get caught created a two year nightmare. Oliver literally wore him every day. He even wore him to bed, to the gym, to work, hanging out with friends, and practically everywhere except the shower and bath. He didn't have a single opportunity to change back. Even when he was taken off his feet, he would be stuffed into a stinky shoe for safe keeping. The shoes would prevent him form changing back. His cousin thought he was missing, but didn't know that he was still with him the entire time.
"Cuz, it's me, Killian. Please stop wearing me! I beg of you. I need to change back. I don't want to stay like this forever. Your feet and shoes really reek! Can your hear me!?" Killian mentally pleaded for Oliver to hear him, but nothing happened. He was socks, and socks can't speak, talk or do anything of it's own. He could only hope that Oliver gives him the opportunity to change back one day, if that ever happens.
Forced sock smelling
Master sock worship
You walked in to the basement and found Damian, your older brothers friend, sitting on your beanbag chair.
Damian was your brothers closest friend so he spent a lot of time over at your place, he always made you nervous, not just because he was incredibly hot but also cuz he used to always tease you, even in front of your brother he’d make fun of your for “being such a little faggot” it always made you nervous and you couldn’t tell if he knew your secret or was just messing with you, it was playful enough for him to pass it off as a joke. You couldn’t help it though, you got hard every time he called you a fag, and you’d jerk your pervert dick to it later when you’re alone.
“Oh hey Damian, how are you? Is Jake (your brother) around?”
“No, it’s just me in here”
Originally you wanted to hangout in the basement but with him there you got nervous and changed your plan “oh okay cool, I just came in here to grab a drink”
“Fetch me a beer while you’re down here fag” he said, without even looking up from his phone, and he said it without a laugh this time.
You grab him his beer, and you get up the nerve to finally ask him, you take a big gulp and try to straighten your back, as you get closer you can tell from the smell of his feet he must’ve been working out.
“Why do you always call me a faggot Damian?”
He looks up from his phone, a smile creeps up on his mouth, more of an evil smirk than a smile.
“Well isn’t that what you are? You’re brother might be too stupid to notice but I’ve seen the way you look at guys, the way you look at me”
Your face starts to turn red, you start wishing you can take back the stupid question you asked, you look down, avoiding his eyes, you get a glimpse of his socked feet and stare for a little bit, you simply can’t help yourself.
“W- what do you mean the way I look at you? You’re friends with my br-“
He cuts you off “oh come on little faggot, even while you’re asking me you’re staring at my fucking feet bro, it’s okay, you don’t need to be scared of me”
You don’t even know what to say at this point, denying it seems pointless, if Damian wasn’t so hot that it got you flustered every time maybe you would’ve been able to come up with something. Before you could even start coming up with a lie he starts talking again, this time with his voice a little more stern.
“Listen just down, relax, it’s fine”
You listen to him and you head in the direction of the couch to sit but before you even get there you hear him say “No, come sit on the floor, come sit by my feet little faggot, let’s talk it out”.
You wanna say no, you know obeying him and going to sit on the floor would take things to a place you wouldn’t be able to come back from, but you start to think of the intoxicating smell, and his beautiful feet, he was right, you’ve always stared at him, always stared at his feet. So you go back sit on the floor, right next to his feet. You wish you could grab and kiss them right then and there but you restrain yourself, you take a very deep breath, taking in as much as you can of the stench of Damian’s beautiful feet.
He lifts his left foot and puts it in your lap “start rubbing” he orders you, and you do, getting to touch his beautiful feet your hard dick almost starts precuming right then and there. As you’re rubbing his feet he continues “listen like I told you, you don’t need to be scared okay? I’m not gonna tell your brother, I’m not gonna tell anyone how many times I’ve caught you staring, I won’t even tell anyone about how my socks always mysteriously disappear every time I’m at your place” he said followed by a laugh. You had no idea he’s known you’ve been stashing away his socks every time he took them off at your place.
“Yo- how did you know about that” you asked with your trembling hands still rubbing his foot.
He smiles, looking down at you “I’m not stupid, sometimes I’d take them off just to give you a little treat, I knew you’d become obsessed with the smell alone”
You start begging “please, please, I’ll give them all back and I’ll stop staring at you please just don’t tell Jake or anyone else about-“ he cuts you off again.
“Relax faggot, I already told you, I’m not gonna tell anyone” the evil smirk comes back to his face “as long as you only do what a good little faggot does”
You get another hit of the smell of his beautiful feet, you unconsciously bring them closer to your nose while you’re still rubbing them. When he notices where you moved it he brings it even closer, your face is now right in his foot, the smell of it, the shape of it touching your face, you’ve had sex before but nothing has ever made you as horny as you are right now. You take a big breath and let the heel of his foot touch your lips. And he pulls his foot back after leaving it on your face for five seconds. “So you gonna be a good little faggot for me?” He asks you, knowing you’re entirely intoxicated by his foot alone at this point.
“Yes, yes whatever that means, I’ll be a good little faggot but please just let me feel your foot on my face again, whatever being a good little faggot means I’ll be it”
He smiles and brings up his other foot, now both feet have your face entirely covered, you take the biggest breath you possibly can, with even realizing you start kissing and licking his feet too.
“That’s a good little faggot, and the only thing you’ll say to me from now on is yes Master Damian, got it?” He says and lifts one of his feet to give you the chance to answer.
“Yes master Damian, always yes Master Damian” you say while panting waiting for him to bring his foot back to your face.
That’s when Jake walked into the basement, your head jerks away for a split second but Damian presses it back down with his foot.
Damian laughs and says “did I say you can stop worshiping my feet faggot?”
You respond, not caring that your brother is right there, not caring about anything besides Master Damian and his beautiful feet “no master Damian, sorry” you say as you go back to kissing and licking, and even worshiping his feet. While your face is covered with masters Damian’s beautiful feet you hear him say “see? I told you bro” to Jake and you hear them both laugh.
You’re so lucky to get this close to Master Damian’s feet, and that’s all you can think about, it’s all you care about.
View of your Dad every day when he got home from work when you were in middle and high school. He said if you were gonna act like a faggot then he was gonna humiliate you like one. So he turned you into his sock slave until you actually liked it, in fact sniffing and smelling and worshiping a man's sweaty sock feet ended up being the only thing that could get you off. So when you went off to college and out into the world, he knew you would be desperately begging men to sniff their sweaty socked feet and being turned down again and again and living in frustration. He thought you deserved that sort of agony as a faggot. And he was probably right. So you ended up spending your hard earned money paying straight guys/cash masters to sniff their sweaty socked feet for 15 or 20 minutes at a time because you were desperate and wanted to live those days at your father's stinking socked feet.
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