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[jockfootstories]

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.

[jockfootstories]

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, huh? Well, since you want them that bad, I’ll make sure to make your face stinks 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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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.

[silverscallyblog]

[blueravenwolf]

Dinner is served now get to worshiping are black socked feet and cum all over them!

[jockfootstories]

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.

[countryguysindirtywhitesocks]

I can only imagine what he’s watching!

[humiliatemeplesse]

Your choice faggot. I choke you out again and again and again or you kiss sniff and worship my sweaty stinking sock feet. It's up to you you have three seconds to decide homo.

[jockfootstories]

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.

[joeymariposa95]

[sockgooner]

WHEN HIS FRIENDS UNEXPECTEDLY SHOWED UP AT HIS PLACE AND FOUND HIS CHRISTMAS WISH LIST THEY JUST COULDN'T RESIST GIVING HIM WHAT HE WANTED.......STINKY RANK SOCKS ALL UP IN HIS FACE. (PART 4)

[franklovesfeet]

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[guysocksfeet]

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