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You came looking at his feet. He watched you do it. Didn't stop you, didn't say anything, just let it happen. Now he's bringing your mess back. Sole hovering over your mouth, patient, unbothered. This is what cleaning up looks like. You open your mouth and take it back like the good boy you are.

I came back in the afternoon after a long day of classes. Finn was at his desk, chair turned to face the room. He had his phone in his hand and a smile on his face.

He didn't say anything at first. Just held the screen toward me.

He had found my blog.

My roommate has some really nice feet but he keeps socks on all the time. #feet #footworship #malefoot #pleasebesockless

"Well, I'm about to make your dreams come true, you fucking pervert."

I stood there speechless.

"You remember when I borrowed your laptop last week? You had your blog open, pervert. Did some digging after. You really are a horny little pervert. Makes sense now; thought it was weird when I caught you staring at my bare feet that one time."

I said nothing.

"It's okay. I wanna see how you worship them. Kneel on the floor."

I knelt.

He reached down and peeled his socks off one at a time, then extended his legs and rested his feet against my face. The smell hit first; warm, faintly sour. I hesitated, cheek pressed against his sole.

"Go on. You've been thinking about this for months."

He wasn't wrong. I started slow; lips against his arch, then more. He didn't react much. Just watched.

"I know you're hard. It's okay. Take your cock out and play with it."

I did.

"Good little pervert."

He looked down at me with that same smile.

"Look how hard you are. Yeah, stroke it. Stroke it to my beautiful feet."

He flexed them slightly, sole pressing warmer against my cheek.

"What do you like the most about them? Like what's sexy about them?"

"The size. The smell. Your soles. Your toes."

He raised an eyebrow, smile widening.

"Yeah? Keep going."

"I don't know. Everything. I've been thinking about them since we moved in."

"Yeah? Stroke harder then."

I did.

"Let me know when you're close, pervert."

He kept his feet on my face and watched me suck his toes.

"So you've been staring this whole time, every time I had them up on the desk."

"Yeah."

"And you never said anything. Just posted about it like a pervert."

I didn't answer.

"That's so pathetic. Faster."

I stroked faster.

"You ever come to my feet before? Like at night?"

I hesitated.

"Don't be shy now."

"Yeah."

"How many times?"

I didn't know how to answer that.

"Fuck."

He laughed.

"Faster."

"I'm close."

"Stop."

He took his feet off my face.

"There's something else. After I found the blog I made an account. Slid into your messages."

I looked up at him.

"You were very open with a stranger. 'I just want to find the right guy and be completely at his feet. Cook for him, clean for him, whatever he needs. Just let me worship them.'"

I hadn't moved. I couldn't.

He leaned forward then, bent down, and took my chin in his hand. Brought my face to within an inch of his. His voice didn't rise.

"I'll say this once. You're going to be my obedient little boy. Two reasons. First if you ever want to be near my feet again. Second you don't want some screenshots going around campus. Once I snap my fingers, you go clean my side of the room. I want it spotless. Keep your cock out of your pants as it is."

He snapped.

I got up and started. His side was the usual mess; clothes on the chair, stuff on the desk, shoes kicked off near the bed. I straightened all of it with my cock hanging out of my waistband.

Finn laid back on his bed and watched for a moment, then picked up his phone.

When I finished he glanced over.

"Bathroom."

I went. Sink, toilet, floor. And came back to the room.

"Order me some food."

I ordered. Then stood there, still exposed, waiting.

"Laundry. My basket's in the corner. Take it down the hall and start a load. Tuck your cock in before you leave."

I pulled the basket and left the room.

When I came back he looked up from his phone.

"Take you cock back out."

I did.

He nodded toward the small bin by his desk.

"Trash room's at the end of the hall. Shouldn't be a problem if you run. Unless someone sees you."

I took the bin and walked out, and then walked back in with the empty bin.

"That was fast, scared someone would see your pathetic cock hanging out?"

I didn't answer.

My phone buzzed. Food was at reception.

"Tuck in. Go get it."

I tucked in and left.

When I came back he was still on his bed. He took the bag without looking at me. Then he stretched his legs out, soles facing me.

"Get naked."

I undressed. He took a bite and nodded at the floor.

"All fours."

I got down.

"You know what's funny? You look completely natural like this."

He took another bite.

"Like this is just where you belong."

"Look up at me."

I complied.

He flexed his feet slowly and spread his toes.

"Say thank you."

"Thank you."

"Thank you, my King. Say it."

"Thank you, my King."

He smiled and kept eating.

"Get one hand off the floor and use it to fnish to my feet."

His feet were right there, soles toward me, toes curling slightly. I looked at them and finished. He took another bite. Didn't look down.

I'd known Erik for six years. We met at a mutual friend's birthday, ended up talking until the bar closed, and that was it. We'd been close ever since.

The breakup with Luka had hit him harder than he let on. I could tell because he stopped bringing it up. Erik didn't go quiet when things were fine.

I suggested the mountain house. His family had a place up there. The city wasn't helping. Too many places that would remind him of things. Too many people who would ask.

He said yes without thinking about it.

He drove. Four hours with the weather already turning, sky low and grey by the time we hit the mountain roads. He didn't talk much, but that was fine.

The house was cold when we unlocked it. Erik went straight to the heating panel, then upstairs to shower. When he came back down the heat hadn't caught up yet, he had his puffer on over his pyjama pants, a trapper hat, but bare feet. He dropped onto the sofa letting out a sigh.

I grabbed my things and went up to shower.

When I came back down he hadn't moved. Stretched out across the sofa, feet up on the far cushion. Outside the storm had settled into something steadier.

I sat at the other end. His feet came to rest against my leg.

I'd seen them plenty of times before. The beach last summer, sleepovers, lazy Sundays on someone's couch. They were my type. Long toes, high arch, smooth soles. I'd never said anything about it.

"How are you doing?"

"Better. Good to be out of there."

We talked for a while. At some point Luka came up.

"I don't even know if I miss him. The idea of it. That's what I miss. What I thought it was going to be."

I didn't say anything. He shifted against the cushions and looked at the ceiling. His foot moved against my leg, just a slow press.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"You've got a thing. With feet."

He looked at me.

"I've noticed it. For a while. I wasn't going to say anything, but... I don't know. It seemed like a good night to ask."

I didn't answer right away.

"Yeah."

He didn't move his feet.

"So what do you actually do with it?"

"Erik."

"I'm asking."

He looked back at the ceiling.

"It's just like any other thing. I don't get why people make it weird."

"I'm not shaming you. I'm curious."

"It's... I don't know. Smell them. Touch them. Kiss them."

"Okay. I've been told I have nice feet."

He put both feet in my lap.

"What do you think?"

"I don't want to make this weird."

"Wait, do you think they're ugly?"

"No."

He flexed his toes slowly, watching me.

I put my hands on his soles. They were soft, bigger than I expected up close. I started to rub them slowly.

I could see him watching me from the corner of my eye. He didn't say anything.

I worked my thumb along his arch. He let me. After a moment he raised his left foot and rested it against my jaw. Then dragged it slowly up across my face.

I kept rubbing his right foot.

He pressed his left foot against my nose. I breathed in.

He held it there for a second, then lowered it down, letting his big toe settle against my lips.

I didn't move.

"Go ahead."

I opened my mouth and took it in. Started sucking on it slowly.

He exhaled through his nose. Still watching me.

He removed his toes from my mouth and pointed down at the floor. I got down off the sofa. Onto my knees at the end of it, facing him, his feet right in front of me.

I bent down and put my mouth on his sole.

I worked slowly. His arch, his heel, back up to his toes. Both feet. I took my time. He let me. I could hear the storm outside and nothing else.

At some point he put one hand behind his head. Completely still. Completely at ease.

I kissed along his sole and took his toes back in, one at a time. My hands wrapped around his foot and I stayed there, on the floor, at his feet.

"You know what? I could get used to this."

Part 1 of 2

I was away from my desk maybe ten minutes. Someone on site had a question. When I came back to my office my chair was occupied.

Young guy, handsome, on his phone. It took me a second.

He'd been in once before, maybe three years ago. Fresh out of university myself back then, still figuring out what I was doing here. His father - my boss - had brought him in briefly.

"Connor. Didn't know you were expected."

He glanced up, eyes back on the screen before I'd finished.

"I wasn't."

I picked up a few papers and moved to the small spare desk.

He stayed on his phone. I got back to work.

At some point I looked up and his feet were on the desk, right over the site plans. Still on his phone. He worked one trainer off with the heel of the other and it dropped onto the desk, knocked a pen holder over. He didn't look up. Second one came off slower and landed on top of the paperwork.

The smell from his socks started to fill the room.

Then he took his socks off. Toes peeling them down one at a time and dropping them on my desk.

His soles were pale, the heels a bit rougher than the rest. He spread his toes and went back to scrolling.

I went back to my papers.

The desk phone rang. I crossed back to answer it. Connor didn't move his feet. I reached around them.

It was his father.

"Connor there with you?"

"Yes, just arrived."

"Good. Show him round. Let him see how things are running. He'll be coming in more."

He hung up before I could answer.

I put the phone down. Connor was looking at me now. Still relaxed, still in my chair, feet still up.

"He wants me to show you around the site."

He looked out the window. Looked back at me.

"Later."

I nodded.

"My feet are killing me. Long drive."

All I thought about at that moment was that he was the boss's son and the boss had just told me to take care of him.

I put my hands around his left foot. He didn't react. Didn't look up, didn't say anything. Just let it happen. I worked my thumb along the arch and he exhaled once through his nose.

I kept going. Rubbing his soft sole and toes.

He then looked at me for the first time since he arrived, smirking.

"Faggot."

I pulled my hands back.

He pointed at his right foot.

"Still got the other one. Makes sense why my dad calls you that."

He got back to looking at his phone.

I didn't say anything. I put my hands back and worked his right foot while he scrolled. He didn't say anything else. Neither did I.

After a while he pushed my hands away with his foot.

"Enough. Put them back on."

I picked the socks up off the desk. Pulled the first one over his toes, pulled it up his ankles. Then the second. He watched me do it without expression.

I took his trainers and moved behind the desk and got on my knees. I set his first trainer on the floor in front of him and he pushed his foot in. I pressed the heel down and laced it. Then the other.

He stood up. Picked his phone off my desk.

Walked out without looking back.

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.

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.

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.

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.

sachabunny

Go on have a lick ~

male-sole-obsession

miles3855

The story's so good it makes his toes wiggle!

jaketklr

Cootchie coo

No way man, you called the bet. I won the game so you gotta sniff my stinking socks. You better do it or I'll make you do it. You're my bitch now. Hahaha

Stop playing around with and sniffing my high tops faggot. Leave them there and get over here and sniff my stinking sweaty sock feet, that's the only reason I come over here. Well, and to collect my hundred bucks for allowing you this honor. You're begging me to come over so often that soon you're going to have to get a second job to afford me bitch. My fee is going up.

Look faggot you're the one that asked me to fuck your face hole with my dirty stinking socked feet and I'm doing it. But you didn't put any limits on it so if I want to shove my foot to hit the back of your throat every time, I will. There's no time limit either, bitch.

That's right faggot, when I tell you to sniff my sweaty stinking dirty socked feet you do it. If I ever have to tell you twice and grab your head and shove it into my socks again.I'll beat the shit out of you. You knew this is a Dom/ sub relationship when you moved in. You were desperate for it. But that doesn't mean you get to pick and choose what you want to do. You do what I tell you to do. And I don't care if you don't like it. Sniff my fucking sock stink. Rub your face all over my stinking dirty sock soles. Your face is going to stink like them until I let you wash it. I think I'll fuck your mouth with them too. Stretch it out real good and shove it so far in that my sweaty socked toes will hit the back of your throat and make you gag. Never forget, you're my bitch homo. Now sniff harder you're going to get a good stinking socked foot kick to your face.

hornydadwales