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This was definitely my fave experience to date!!! This video went viral and this is only a clip!!! The scene was almost 90 mins!!! Always down to redo and push for longer squirming and sniffing!!! Maybe have multiple doms having a smelly sock and sneaker competition...winner gets worshipped and free massage!
Here u fag , have the suprise ov wot i brought , New gear u shuld worship
Big sniffs faggot 😈 don’t waste any of that aroma.
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@01gab had no idea how much time had passed, but the sun had dipped down beyond the horizon a long time ago. It felt like hours, and Gab couldn’t tell if he had managed to fall asleep during the trip. He was woken by the sound of tires on gravel and the squeak of brakes. He heard a car door click open, then the car bounce slightly, then a loud thwack as the door slammed shut. Footsteps crunched the gravel beneath them getting louder as they approached the boot. Another click, followed by the creak of the boot opening; a sudden flood of bright white light.
“Hello faggot, hope the ride wasn’t too bad for you boy?” Reece asked in a mockingly polite tone. He wiggled the torch up and down inspecting Gab as he did. Gab was scared now. This wasn’t part of the plan. He didn’t know where he was, he’d lost his passport, and he had no way to get back to the airport.
“I asked you a question faggot!” Hissed Reece. His voice now sharper and more commanding.
“It was okay thank you, but please I’m…”
A quick smack connected with Gab’s face.
“Listen here fag, and you listen good fag ‘cus I’m only gonna say this once.” commanded Reece. “From now on, every time you address me, you address me as Sir! That’s a Yes Sir! No Sir! 3 bags full Sir! Do you understand faggot?!” He barked.
“Y-y-yes Sir” managed Gab. His jaw aching from the slap across his face.
“Good faggot. So I’ll ask one more time. Did you enjoy the journey faggot?” Asked Reece.
“Yes Sir.” Quivered Gab.
“Good faggot. I’m glad to hear that. It’s been a long drive” he smirked as he leant down and pulled Gab up and out the boot.
“You can’t see much now in the dark fag, but this is my house yeah. I’m afraid I don’t live in a flat in central London. I lied fag. Most of what I’ve told you has been a lie fag. This is the house I inherited. It’s big. It’s in the middle of nowhere. And importantly, it’s got a big wall around it with huge iron gates. Now follow me faggot.”
He led Gab toward the large double front doors, but turned left before reaching the stone steps up to them, leading him around the back of the house to a hatch in the ground.
“This is the basement faggot.” He said. “But I’ve kitted it out as a dungeon. For you” Gab caught an evil smirk on his face in the torchlight. He knelt down and undid a padlock and slid two bolts out to open the heavy doors outwards. He descended some steps into the hatch and flipped a light switch. A series of small warm lights lit a dark tunnel in an orange glow ahead. “Follow!” Commanded Reece.
Gab obeyed. His heart racing and sweat building on his forehead. The tunnel extended for some 30 paces before terminating in a heavy steel door. Reece opened another locked padlock and three heavy bolts, squeaking as they slid across the metal. He put his shoulder to the door and pushed hard as it slowly dragged open across the floor. Another light switched and a singular light appeared in the darkness, not even touching the edges of the vast room in front of Gab.
He could make out in the dim light steel cages, pillories and stocks, an x-frame and many other exotic and terrifying sexual implements.
“Welcome to your new home faggot” grinned Reece.
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My big brother’s best friend Anthony had been around my whole life. He was as straight as my brother, a total gym rat who’s primary interest was video games and puss*. I don’t remember when exactly, but at some point I started stealing whiffs of Anthony and my brothers rank shoes when they would be in the basement playing video games. He would come over at least 3 nights a week and they’d just spend hours down there gaming and talking about chicks, while I’d be nonchalantly finding reasons to walk past the front door so that I could bend over and dive face-first into their shoes.
One day, Anthony came up to use the toilet and I didn’t know. He came around the corner to find me buried in his dirty, obviously rank shoes, but he didn’t say anything. He stopped for a second, looked down at the tent in my shorts and chuckled briefly before continuing back down to the basement, without a single word.
Years later, after my brother moved away to start a new life, Anthony hit me up. He had been struggling to keep a job, as he was rather lazy and didn’t like to work. He knew that I had a successful career, and apparently remembered how much I liked his feet, because he told me in his email that he had a proposition for me. He said that he would make me his foot slave if I agree to give him half of my income.
I was intrigued, and knew that I could afford it, so I offered to meet him. We met at a nice restaurant, i of course agreed to pay for us both, and we discussed it further. He told me that his parents were going to throw him out if he didn’t find a steady income soon, and that he’s had several jobs but couldn’t stand any one of them, and inevitably ended up quitting or getting fired for poor attendance from each one. I understood his situation, and desperately wanted to be his foot slave, so I agreed.
He told me to pay for his meal and then to go buy a small, metal chastity belt to put on. He told me that he was repulsed by the idea of me touching myself while thinking about his feet, so enforced chastity would be a mandatory part of the deal. He told me once I had it locked on and had my first payment that he would come to my house to collect the keys and my payment, and I’d finally get to drag my tongue across his rank soles.
****
That was five years ago, and not a thing has changed. Anthony lied to his family and told them he found a descent job, they all believed it and couldn’t be more proud. I’ve spent the last 5 years supporting him entirely, all while locked in chastity and constantly being fed his grimy foot sweat. We live together in “his” townhouse that I paid for, only I stay in the basement and out of his way unless he needs me to clean his feet or do some other menial chore for him.
I’m licking his feet right now, after a long day of playing basketball with some friends out in the park without socks, when he starts chuckling loudly. “Hey fag, I just had a chat with your brother. He’s coming to town next week, I told him he could stay in the guest room. I can’t wait to catch up, it’s been too long.” He told me, all while luxuriously wiggling his toes in my face. “While he’s here I expect total obedience out of you, don’t forget who and what you are. You will still be responsible for all domestic chores, you will still cook and serve all meals to us BOTH, and you will follow any order that my guest has to give, no matter how humiliating or ridiculous, do you understand me?” He said, moving his foot away for a moment to glare into my eyes. I meekly responded with a “yes sir”
“Good boy. I’ll be testing you while he’s here, and I expect absolutely zero fuck-ups. He’s not your brother anymore, you are a slave and he is your master’s best friend, and you WILL treat him accordingly.” All I could do was keep licking his feet and dread what was to come next week…
“You like my socks in your mouth?”
“mmmmmmmphhhhh”
“Yeah I guessed so… Well, suck them clean little brother, because this is your dinner”
“mmmpph mmmmphh”
“Just shut the fuck up, my socks don’t fill your mouth enough? Should I add my underwear or my cock?”
“MMMMPHHH MMMPHH”
“Yeah? Good. Now let me relax… Oh I forgot… My whole basketball team is coming over tonight, I told them there is a little surprise… you! You’ll have the honor to worship all, sounds good?”
“MMMMMMMMPHHHHHH”
“Good, now suck on my socks lil bro”
Love this ❤️
“Shut the fuck up fag. I don’t wanna hear a peep out of you today…”
He kicked off his Nikes, you couldn’t remember how long he’s had them, but it’s certainly as long you’ve known him. How long has that been now? It’s hard as the days blurred into months into years. They were certainly on his feet that night you arranged the “quick worship session” on grinder. That night you got down on your knees and started sucking the mud out the treads. That night you looked up at him filming you, without your consent. That night you first heard that now familiar evil laugh of his.
In any instance his command was unnecessary. Your mouth was aching from the two sports socks he’d wedged in your mouth last night. Wrenching your mouth open in a silent scream, strapped in with layers upon layers of thick duct tape. Your tongue was contorted in a mangle of sweaty cotton, incapable of moving; its sole purpose now to absorb that cheesy salty taste from his godly footwear.
You thought, he must be upset. You started to panic, thinking had you done anything wrong, had you done anything to piss him off? Your train of thought was cut off quickly as he must have switched on the electro plug inside your pussy. He didn’t bother warming it up, just slapped it straight onto the highest intensity and frequency. You nearly let out a yelp into your sock gag, but remember last time it just resulted in an overnight extension of this treatment.
The electrical pulses hammering your prostate sent an insidious command to your locked cock. Your cage, little more than half an inch long, felt like it was closing in your tiny clit. The small spikes on the inside pressing, poking and punishing you for letting blood flow to your cock.
He let out a smirk as he fired up his PlayStation.
“Starting a new league today fag, so it’s gonna be a loooooong day. Try to relax yeah cunt?”
And with that he shoved his crusty socks under your nose and turned his attention to the TV…
Jock sock worship
“Sup faggot?” He said as he chucked his big meaty feet onto the desk.
“Hmmph. Hmmph.” You struggle against the sweaty gym sock taped securely in your mouth.
“What’s that piggy? You wanna sniff these? Again? Haven’t you had enough of their cheesy stink for the last few weeks ?”
He laughed as he pushed those smelly socks under your nose. You struggle against your leather cuffs to no avail.
“I guess not huh boy?” He said as he looked down at your cock. “Dribbling already are we?”
Your cock was straining in its chastity cage, leaking pre cum uncontrollably.
“Remember our deal faggot. I wear these socks for as long you wear that cage.”
He laughed again as pinched your nose between his big toe. The foul stench filled your nostrils, sending your hormones into overdrive.
“Of course, only 1 week off a month now, which is giving me mixed feelings.” He chucked as he sat upright in his chair and pulled something from a draw on his desk.
“I’m not looking forward to putting fresh socks on, but this tiny cage with its urethra plug seems so fun…” He leaned in close to show you the cage. The shaft was no longer than half an inch, but the curved urethra plug was nearly 3 inches long with a nasty barb at the end.
“Just one more week fag. One more week to prove you can sniff these socks without leaking. If you can, you walk free. If not, you crawl into an even deeper hole pig”
You remember how nasty that cage looked in that moment. Now, a few years on you yearn for a cage that big…
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lowlife faggot enjoy being degraded and spited on by a group of 6 young straight boys
German Youth at Its best using a low pathetic fag
Good faggot
What a lucky fag. I'd love to be bound up and abused like that. I hope that what's inside those sneakers is super rank and stinky 🤢
