Jock Feet & Sock Stories

Foot and sock stories. Deleted at 11k :( Will slowly start building this up again. 📷 found on net or logged from tumblr. Will remove when asked. 18+ only.

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“Hold up… my foot needs licking for the ride.”

When your friend knows you’re into feet and loves making you his personal foot slave. Every chance he gets, he enjoys having you sniff and lick the bottoms of his feet.

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Your friend’s college bro is blocking the stairs. He orders, “You’re not passing until you get down and kiss my feet 10 times.” You grin and kneel down, kissing the bottoms of each of his size 13s. He lets you by, and you add teasingly, “Your feet smell strong.” He responds cockily, “Oh, so you wanna smell my feet later on, huh? Well, since you want them that bad, I’ll be sure to make your face stink like them in a while.”  You backtrack, saying,” No, that’s not what I meant.”  He gets up, heading to the kitchen, replying,” That’s not what my feet heard.”   You know he’ll keep his word and will relish making you smell the bottoms of his soles and under his toes for a long time.

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With the parents out to dinner, your stepbro grinning mischievously…. It’s only a matter of time before he has his feet smothered against your face. Either pushing you into the cushions at the end of the couch or keeping you on the floor, his feet covering your face completely. You don’t know if he suspects you like this treatment or if it’s just his way of showing playful dominance over you. Ever since you told him that his feet smelled and to keep them away from your face, this has naturally been his go-to way of teasing you. The bottoms of his bare feet pushed into your face longer and longer, no matter how much they smell, you love that this is the routine he’s fallen into. Sometimes you think he forgets that you are there, his soles just used as your face's personal footrest. 

My stepbro growing up would do this to me a lot. Was great.

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Trying to slip by your college friends without being spotted, you’re spotted, and they get your attention. They smirk at you, adjust their feet toward you, and with one of them giving you the slightest gesture… silently order you to get down to foot level. You gulp, quickly look around, seeing not many college kids around, and lower yourself down to their preppy flip-flops. You kiss each of their toes a few times, enough to assume it’s satisfactory to them, and hastily get up. “Don’t think you’re going to squeak by without giving our feet praise,” one of them scoffs. “Sorry, just in a hurry to get somewhere,” you reply, adding sheepishly, “You’re not going to use my face as a footrest again at the party tonight, are you? Please say no.” You can see both of them grin as if this isn’t an option, and you hear one of them reply, “It wouldn’t be a party without you flat on the floor with a few pairs of feet covering your face. Trying to sneak by like that, you’re definitely getting foot-smothered with some big feet tonight.” Your friend in the preppy pink shirt responds cockily, “Besides, everyone there knows you’re our slave for the rest of the month. Get used to these feet in your face, slave.” They both snicker and you respond,” Yes, foot masters.” You quickly hurry away, awaiting your night full of feet, wondering if your college friends will both try to cover your face with both pairs like they did last time.  

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Tagging along with your college bud to visit his relatives. Chilling in the back, both of you alone for a bit, it doesn’t take him long to remind you of your place. He lifts his bare foot up at you and says,” My feet have been neglected long enough. Lick the bottom and between my toes, footboy.”  You hurriedly go over and get on your knees, beginning to lick his huge foot smooshed in your face. After a short while, you feel his other toes clench and rub your hardon beneath your nylon gym shorts. “Missed these feet huh,?” he asks cockily.  “Yes, I really miss the smell of them after a long day of classes,” you respond.  “Yah, you do,” he responds, clenching your nose between his toes,” You’ll be smelling them soon enough when we get back. I know you can’t resist my foot odor all over your face.”  He’s been keeping his feet in your face since junior high; you realise he likes the power trip from it with him quickly seeing you love being at his feet. Perfect friendship indeed to satisfy both personalities. 

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Your frat brother Chris is looking at you, displeased that you’re late restocking the fridge, among other things you’ve forgotten during the week. He’s the most dominant of the brothers, especially with how he uses his feet around you. You suspected early on that he’s always been this way—probably all through high school—making yuppie underlings bow at his feet. You’re sure he gets an extreme power trip from it.

You have only a few more weeks before your pledge is complete, and you’re willing to do whatever it takes to get in. You apologize to him, promise you’ll have everything restocked and in order by the afternoon, and ask if he needs anything else. He just stares at you, then points at his huge feet resting on the table.

You quickly move to his large soles and begin kissing the bottoms of them, begging for forgiveness. His foot smell hits you immediately as you kiss his feet again before easing up. “You’re going to make sure the fridge is stocked with beer, right?” he asks.

“Yes, sir,” you respond.

“My feet aren’t satisfied with this apology. Beg to crawl under my desk and be their footrest,” Chris replies.

You drop to your knees and beg him to let you crawl under his desk and cover your face with his hot, alpha feet. Chris nods, and you quickly scoot under the desk, watching his huge bare soles lower onto your face. One foot smears over your nose a few times as you take deep inhales of the jock’s foot smell before Chris presses the bottoms of his toes over your nose, ordering,” Smell between my toes and tell me you enjoy breathing in my foot odor.”  You obey, intaking the stinkiest part of his foot, and tell him you love inhaling his foot smell. 

You lay there for several minutes, breathing in his ripe foot odor, now extremely lightheaded, as you feel each of his feet and toes glide against your nose. From above, you hear him say, “Lick,” and you quickly drag your tongue over each of his bare soles, tasting them. You dart your tongue between his toes, getting them wet, and continue worshipping his feet for the next twenty minutes.

Chris smothers your face completely with both soles for a few minutes, plunging you into darkness, before finally pulling them away. He looks down at you and says, “I know some of the other brothers are a little upset with you as well, so you’ll be groveling at their feet at the sorority party tonight too. Besides being the beer bitch, you’ll also be the footrest if we watch the game.”

You hate being humiliated in front of the other frat brothers, but you chalk it up to part of the hazing. “Yes, Master Chris,” you reply, and watch him get up, leaving you to go about your business.

At the party, you’ve gotten drinks for the brothers and a few of them have ordered you to bow down and kiss their Sperry shoes. While down at their shoes, you hear you Chris come in, hearing all of them light up when he arrives. He walks over and high-fives the other frat brothers before gently pushing you over onto your backside. He slips off his Birkenstock sandals and conquers your face with one huge barefoot. You feel the bottom sink into your face as you lay there, hearing the other frat brothers snicker. You hear Chris say,” Hope our new pledge is getting you all beers and doing his duties.”  You hear the other frat bro’s say he is and feel Chris nudge your face with his foot in satisfaction. “Good boy.” He removes his foot and orders you to get him a drink. You offer the other guys drinks and clean up where needed…. eventually having to lay on the floor and be a footrest to some of them while they watch the game. Massaging one pair of feet while Chris and another frat bro take turns covering your face with their bare soles. You end up being the casual foot rest for the rest of the game, feeling the weight of feet resting on your stomach, chest, and face.

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When you have friends who love the aspect of foot dominating you and you get a text with this picture saying,”Your face is gonna get pressed between these! Hope you can handle the smell, 😂😂😂. Get over here footboy!”

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my best friend’s older brother caught me sneaking around his room without permission, he said he is going to make me learn how to obey..now i’m scared

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The shy one among his college friends, always on the floor, he’s gotten used to his guy friends invading his face with their meaty feet.   It has just become something they do to pass the time when hanging out… his head so close to their feet that they can’t help but mess with him.   He sometimes groans in disgust, but his friends know he’s not really trying to get away.   It’s their subtle way of teasingly asserting dominance over him, embracing their alpha behavior.   Him letting his friend wrap his bare feet around his face, pulling him back, smelling the bottoms pressed against his nose.   Hearing his friend snicker behind him, telling him to get a good whiff of his feet.  Feeling the plump toes press into his nose as he smells between them.   Letting the jock feet have their way with his face, letting them rub against him.   All his college buddies are used to him being the normal footrest inside their circle.   He’s grown to love it and doesn’t mind their smelly feet smothering his face or the toes finding their way inside his mouth.   He’s okay with them embracing their alpha energy toward him by playfully dominating his face with their feet. 

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When your teen cousin can’t help but show you your place whenever you’re laying on the floor. Seeing him casually standing over you before his huge foot engulfs your face. Feeling your face smoosh into the bottom as he leaves it there for a few minutes, having you breathe in his alpha foot aroma. Him thinking of you nothing more than a footrest or something his feet and toes can play with.

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During the camping trip with some of the guys, your cocky friend casually reminding you to give the bottom of his foot a few passes with your tongue. You remember the bet with him, this being the punishment, and you slowly lower your face to his bare foot. You drag your tongue up and down his foot a few times, seeing him grin in satisfaction. “I’m so not getting close to your feet again for the rest of this trip Shawn,” you exclaim, gloating him. You see him wiggle his toes a little and reply,”They love the attention. And don’t forget the ride back if you’re in the backseat with me. My feet will be all up in your face just like they were on the ride up.” “Ugghhh, I’m not smelling your dogs again,” you respond. You see Shawn nodding his head, grinning, and lifting his foot some up at you. “Ohh yah, you’re defiantly smelling these feet on the way home boy,” Shawn fires back teasingly. You’ve known him to long that he’ll definitely keep his threat if you’re trapped in the backseat with him. He’ll make it happen and he’ll constantly shove and smother your face under them till you submit like you did on the way up.

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Your stoner friend squinting at you as you enter the room. Your other buddies not yet arrived but you hear him say,”The other guys will be here in a bit so you can get at my feet and smell them.” You go to the end of the couch and push your face into his size 12’s, deeply breathing in their warm scent. You move your face against his soles for a bit before pushing your nose under his toes. He wiggles them some on your nostrils, feeling the air being breathed in from between them. “Fuck yah. Smell those feet.” After several minutes of inhaling his foot odor, your face now stinking like them, he tells you to lick between his toes. You worship his feet for the next 10 minutes until the guys arrive before taking a break. You end up sliding onto the floor, hoping he’ll use your face as a footrest while the guys attempt to play a video game. Sure enough, after everyone is feeling fine, you watch both huge bare feet lift up, and casually plant themselves onto your face. You remain still while your other friends tease you briefly and your friend just tells you to lay there, and be his foot stool. You continue smelling them until you’re absolutely high off their odor.

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Your friend casually resting his smelly socked foot on your chest, clearly blocking your view of the TV. Just inches from your face, his sock odor quickly fills the space. You’ve been in this situation with his playful foot dominance before, but this time you choose not to push his stinky foot away as you have in the past. Expecting resistance and not getting it, he begins to wiggle his foot slightly. You stay calm, trying to ignore it. The foot stops, pauses, then slowly slides over, pressing the bottom against the side of your nose. You turn your face into it and get a strong whiff of his sock odor. His foot smell is so intense and intoxicating that it immediately excites you. You groan and push the foot away, but he, still watching the TV, blindly brings it back, pressing it fully against your face. You quickly breathe it in, your nose pressed against his cottony sole, before pushing it back onto your chest. The playful resistance continues, as you try to dodge and push both his feet back, him now determined to make you smell them. One socked toe presses and flexes over your nostrils, causing you to grunt and mutter, “No.” You see him glance over at you absently and respond sarcastically, “You wanna smell ‘em?” He covers your face with both feet, trapping you in darkness for a moment, and you take a deep breath. You’ve always resisted his smelly feet when he gets like this, but this time you really want to submit to see what he’ll do. You try weakly to fight his feet for about ten minutes before you give in briefly. You feel the bottoms pushing against your nose again, adjusting, and you stay still for a few moments. You start to move your face against his socked soles and weakly say that you can’t fight back, too tired from the smell. Not sure if he heard you, your friend pulls back both knees and quickly yanks off his dry socks. You see him briefly grin at you before turning back to the TV. His bare feet casually replace the socks over your face, ensuring your nose is pressed against one of them. You smell his bare sole, much stronger, and find yourself addicted to the scent. You move your hands to one foot and weakly push it off onto your chest. He brings it back, determined to win, and begins smearing the bottom against your nose. You try to say something, but his foot is pressed over your mouth, and the strong smell is making you incredibly aroused below. You let his foot’s scent fill your nostrils for a minute before hearing him cockily say, “Like that foot smell?” You feel him slide one foot down and start working his toes against your nose. You move your face into them, grunting just for show, taking big whiffs between them. He flexes his toes over your nostrils and teases, “Smell my toes!” After what feels like forever, he casually covers your face with both soles, burying you in his foot stench. You stare into the bottoms of his meaty feet, face pressed against them, breathing heavily as you lie there, submissive. Your dick is incredibly hard, loving this feet power he has over you. You feel him adjust his feet on your face as the movie resumes. You slightly move your face to the side of one foot and he firmly repostions both consuming your face and saying semi-cockily,”Lay there and take it. Get long whiffs of my foot smell. Know you like it.”  

You lie there while he watches the movie, deeply breathing in his intoxicating foot aroma. Ever so often, him teasing your nose with his toes for a bit before smothering you again. Miss the days like these. 

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The soccer team captain glances back at you, silently reminding you that if you fuck up the game as goalie.... the team punishment is smelling his large feet and some of the other guys' feet after the game.

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Letting your friend's punk brother tease you with his stinky feet the previous weekend seemed to bring out his dominant side. He kept you pinned on the floor under them while your friend gamed. You didn’t try too hard to escape even when he started covering your face with them, telling you to breathe in his foot stink. Now, a couple of weeks later, during another gaming session with your friend, you see his older brother behind you, giving you a sly look. He glances down at his feet, waggs them some, then looks back down at you sitting on the floor, his eyebrows slightly raised with anticipation. You shake your head no and grin. 

Once the game ends with your friend, he starts up another round but you feel two bare feet wrap around your neck, pulling you backwards onto the floor. Before you can react, you hear your friend's older bro tell him to solo it for a round. Your friends doesn’t care as he starts up the game. You try to sit up but both soles cover your face, pushing you back down, filling your nose with their foot odor. “Stay down there and sniff my feet, boy!” you hear your friend's bro say. You see flashes of him hunched over, looking down at you as he tortures you with his foot smell. You have no choice but to breathe in his bare feet as you peer into his peach colored soles, smothering your face. 

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Always when really needing a favor from your college roomie. Him always in favor of pointing to his stinky socked foot and telling you to assume the position under his desk. You crawling down below and submit to his large smelly feet. Letting him rub and smother his sock odor all over your face for the next 30 minutes. He loves making your face his personal foot stool.