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[malefoot-gods]

When Ian had arrived from work late at night, tired and hungry, he noticed something peculiar at the entrance of his house: a red sports car parked at the door.

Upon entering through the front door, she only expected to find her husband waiting for him with the food ready. Instead, he heard noises from his room, so he went up to see what was interrupting his night.

Upon entering, she found her husband kissing another man much bigger than the two with his feet in the foreground, the first thing he said was

Ian - "WHAT THE FUCK, Noah, who is he and what is he doing here?"

Noah - "He is Derek, my lover and YOU master, you will do everything he says from now on..."

Derek starts talking "Hey cuck, your incredible husband has already told me everything about your foot fetish, do you like mine? You can start kneeling and start licking them while we have fun for a while up here"

You hesitated to do it, but he interrupted you between your thoughts "NOW".

His superiority was noticeable throughout the environment, and due to his large size, he noticed that you dared to face him in no way, your only option was to obey, so you knelt down, approached and put your mouth on the sole of his foot.

Derek - "That's it, good boy, now, tongue out, I don't want a single trace of the fluff, this will be your dinner for today," they both start laughing from above between kisses, while you obeyed every order, surrendered in your inferiority and accepting your new position in the house.

"And look cuck, your hot husband gave me the keys to your chastity cage hahaha, I'll put it between my neck, so you can always see what a real man looks like and how he used your frustration for our fun. Now, eat your dinner, we will continue to have fun"

Ian - "Yes sir, I will look forward to my weekly cum"

Derek - "Hahaha what? Weekly cum? That no longer exists with me here, I will decide WHEN you are released, if there will ever be, and HOW you will cum from now on"

Ian - "But with Noah..."

Noah - "Shut up cuck, Derek and I dictated the rules and we decided that together, so who is a good foot-licking cuck?"

Ian - "I am😔"

Derek - "That's it!!! And who rules and has fun here?"

Ian - "Master Derek and Master Noah"

Derek and Noah in unison - "Very good cuck!!! Hahaha" They return to their kissing session laughing, while you continue to lick his feet, obeying Derek's order and eating all the fluff you can collect, saying to yourself trying to convince yourself "this doesn't taste so bad after all."

To be continue...

[malefoot-gods]

The Boss Rayan - Part 1

Mark had been reviewing curriculums all morning, but none had really worried him... until he saw Rayan's. Impeccable training, solid experience, outstanding recommendations. But what completely upset him was something else: the photo. That confident, serious man, with a presence that seemed to fill the edges of the screen. Something in that look gave him an arrogant calm that immediately upset him.

When Rayan entered his office, Mark felt a slight internal tremor. It was even more imposing in person. Tall, broad shoulders, he walked with an almost defiant tranquility, as if time adapted to his rhythm.

"Good morning," Rayan greeted, with a firm but polite tone.

"G-good morning," Mark replied, somewhat softer than he intended.

Rayan took a seat without waiting for an invitation. He crossed his leg and rested his ankle on his knee, showing a completely open posture. He didn't look like an applicant; he looked like someone who came to evaluate the place where he was going to work.

Mark tried to compose himself by reviewing some papers, but his gaze diverted again and again towards Rayan... towards his hands, his relaxed posture... and especially towards his feet, wrapped in shoes that seemed tailor-made. His mind was already beginning to fall into that old pattern, that fetish that he tried to keep hidden during the interviews, but that with that man it was almost impossible for him to control.

The conversation formally began. Questions, answers, comments about the company... but after a few minutes Rayan began to notice something. Every time he moved his foot, even if it was a minimal gesture, Mark lost concentration for a moment. His eyes went down, barely, but enough to be noticeable.

Rayan wasn't naive. He noticed.

And I smile inside.

At one point, without warning, Rayan slid his foot out of the shoe, as if looking for more comfort. He gently rested it on the carpet. Mark stopped talking halfway through the sentence. "Did you say?" Rayan asked, tilting his head with a calm, almost funny expression.

-Eh... yes, that... -Mark blinked- that we value initiative and... proactivity very much...

Rayan leaned his heel against the edge of the desk and stretched his fingers, leaving his foot completely in sight, although casually, almost innocently.

But it wasn't.

"I imagine you're looking for someone to make decisions, right?" he asked, as if he was leading the conversation.

Mark nodded quickly, too quickly.

"Exactly.

Rayan watched him carefully. He liked what he saw: a powerful man, yes, but trembling inside. A boss who melted at a gesture of his. How pathetic... and how interesting.

"Well," Rayan said, leaning even more. If I worked here, I would need some freedom. It wouldn't make sense for us to waste time on unnecessary authorizations. You want someone to be in charge, don't you?

Mark swallowed saliva.

That phrase hit him directly where it affected him the most. -S-yes... yes, of course.

Rayan raised an eyebrow. The interview no longer felt like such. It felt like a conversation where he tested the limits of a man who clearly accepted them.

After a few seconds of calculated silence, Rayan rested his bare foot on the desk, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Mark opened his lips, surprised, not knowing if he should look or avoid it.

"Is that okay?" Rayan asked, with a tone that didn't make it clear if he was talking about his posture... or his authority.

Mark didn't answer.

And that silence was the confirmation Rayan needed.

The line had been crossed.

And now the formal interview was over.

What followed would depend on Rayan.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#337

“Hey Tucker, we have to have a talk.  And that means, I do the talking and you do the nodding.  When I came to town last week, you and your wife welcomed me in to your home.  You knew that I was going to breed you that night, just like I used to when we shared our dorm together.  I knew you were needing me to cunt you, treating you like shit, and you got it.

“And you also knew that I was eventually going to fuck your wife, just like I fucked your girlfriends back when we were at Iowa State.  I always thought it was funny how quickly I would snatch them right under your nose.  It could have been being the athlete of the year, it could have my sparkling personality, it could have been my Mercedes, or it could have been my beercan dick.  Didn’t much care why they let me fuck them.  I think you just paraded those bitches in front of me so I would take pity on you and give you my dick.  Hey it worked.  You were so obsessed with my dick back then, just like you are now.  Oh you are obsessed. 

“The way you pounce on my hog when you get home from work before Krystal comes home, you submit with so much enthusiasm.  It’s funny I tell you that I’ve been fucking your wife, and you show no reaction.  It’s as if you don’t like being with women.  Your smirk tells me everything… fag. 

“Are you a fag?...  No, no, I’m not asking you to agree with what I call you.  Do you prefer to be with men or women or both?...  No answer?  That’s an answer in itself. 

“This morning when I told her about me piledriving you, she flew off the handle.  I told her about our time at the dorm with you submitting to every disgusting act I made you do.  I even showed her the video, the one I used to blackmail you with of you at that rest area licking the anonymous cum dripping from that glory hole.  I kept that video all these years.  I kept them all.

“I even took one the other day of you giving me a blumpkin and then licking my ass afterwards.  I’ll hold on to that one to use for a later time.

“She’s truly disgusted by you.  I can’t say I blame her.  I probably would be too if I wasn’t the one making you do those things.  She and I talked about it this morning, and we are making some changes around here.

“She no longer wants to share a bed with a fag like you; in fact, she wants to see as little of you as possible.  So I will be replacing you in your own bed.  She agreed to that on one condition, that I am tender to her and treat her like a woman should be treated, not that you would know anything about that.  The other part is that we agreed that I will still use you but only to satisfy my need to be aggressive, cruel, and brutal.  She gets the caresses, and you get the beatings.  She’s made love to, and you are raped.  She gets the glass of fine wine, while you drink from a puddle of my piss.

“That seems like a fair deal to me.  You and I are going to move your shit downstairs in the basement.  She and I don’t want you in the guest room.  In fact we’ve decided that the stairs behind me and the entire second floor is off limits to you.

“However, in a bit, you will watch us make love in your former bed.  I want that visual to with you for the rest of your life.  I insisted to her that it needs to happen; you must be made a true cuckold.  After that, you are to keep your interaction with her to a minimum.  You need to say something to her, you go through me.

“She gave me the rundown on the prenup she signed when you two were married.  Your dad was a total dick to her.  But he was always that way with everyone… except me.  He and I always hit it off together many years ago.  So she needs to be married to you for another year and a half and produce a kid before she gets what’s she’s entitled to.  It looks like I’m here for a while.  I will be knocking her up.  By the time anyone realizes the kid looks nothing like you, we will be long gone.

“So, now let’s talk about the fun part, me and you.  I am the man of this house now.  My way is the only way.  You are merely an object to use in my home.  If ever I feel that you are acting in a way to undermine that, those videos I made of you will go to your very conservative father. 

“First things first.  Strip cuck.  Your name will be Cuck going forward.  Tuck the Cuck.  I like that.  I said strip.  You are not allowed to wear clothes in my home.  You got that?  Let’s go down to the basement…. 

“…I’ve decided that your bed will be in that corner over there next to the bathroom.  We’ll take off the bathroom door; you are to have no privacy.  Should I need to take a shit, your mouth will be wrapped around my cock; so why bother with a door?

“I’m going to be ordering some gym equipment.  I grabbed your wallet from your pants.  Thanks for the credit cards.  I now own everything that was once yours… including that rock hard pecker of yours.

“That brings me to this; I have a present for you.  Here, open this box.  I bought that when I went into town yesterday.  As you can see, it’s a cock cage.  Yeah it’s a bit bulky, but it has a feature I want.  Here, put your balls into my hand. 

“These things are nearly useless.  They couldn’t even produce a kid.  Pathetic.  Now their chief purpose is to cause you pain with a very tight squeeze.  Shh shh.  Until I get this basement soundproofed, you will need to control your screams of pain. 

“See, now you lost your hard on, and the cage goes on like this.  You won’t get hard from now on.  Now what did I make you call it back in the dorm?...  You remembered!  That’s right, it’s a pee pee.  What a stupid thing to call it hunh?...  Well, I want you to start calling it that once again.  Real men have cocks and dicks.  Fag cucks like you have pee pees.  Ha!

“Notice how heavy the cage is.  That’s because of the battery.  There’s a tracker imbedded in there, so I know exactly where you are.  There’s a small little buzzer so that I can send you a signal to come to me.  And finally there’s this.

“…Well you dropped like a sack of shit.  Yup.  That’s the primary reason I got that cage.  Delivers one hell of a shock.  Doesn’t it?  Now that is only level one for about one second.  There are five levels.  Keep that in mind. 

“I have it set up so that you cannot leave the house without my permission to deactivate it.  Also, you go up to the second floor, it will shock the hell out of you.

“It comes with an app that allows me to track you, where you are, where you were, how often you get aroused, if you pulled your shaft out… tons of stuff.  It also tells me how much battery is left.  You will feel three short buzzes when it reaches 70% of the battery left.  It also does it at 60%, 50%, and ten percent increments below.  When it reaches 40% and below, the buzzes become shocks. 

“It will be your responsibility to keep it charged.  It takes about an hour for it to fully charge from 70%.  I already installed the charging station over here.  Follow me.  I mounted the charging cord so that you must stand in that spot in the corner facing in.  Not only will your time there reset the charge, but it will also reset your focus, as there’s nothing for you to do other then look at the walls while charging.

“We’ll set your office up over there.  You will be expecting to continue to work remotely.  If you need to jump on a conference call, you will be permitted to wear clothing, but you must have titty clamps under your shirt.  We’ll also mount a dildo to your chair and cut the ass seam out of any pants you wear so that you will have your cunt stretched every time you sit.

“Come with me.  It’s blumpkin time.  This is one of your daily duties.

“So this is the set up.  This is the hell you will be in for the next few years.  I will be spending most of my time with your wife.  She and I seem to be hitting it off.  But when I need to have some time to unwind my tension, I will be down here to beat the shit out of you, rape you, whatever.

“Cuck, what you have to realize is that since our dorm days, I haven’t stopped making cuckolds.  I find the right couple and I fuck the wife or girlfriend while the man serves me.  The closet fags with a lot to lose are always easy to find.  And sometimes that fag, like yourself, craves the control I demand.

“Wasn’t expecting my piss hunh?...  Cuck!  You are expected to drink every drop every time.  You will need some extra training for that.  Pull off, I don’t want you biting me as I do this….”

“…That cage is meant to give instant punishment.  And it delivers.  That is so fucking hot seeing you writhing on the floor groping your cage trying to get relief….  Since you are on your back, it’s toilet paper time. 

“Oh yeah, I don’t plan on bringing TP down here.  You can wash up using your hand or the douche hose I put in.  I don’t care how you clean yourself up.  But me, I expect the extra attention a tongue gives to my shit hole.  What’s lucky for you is that my diet and my meds tend to make my turds so that I rarely use TP.

“Get that tongue in there deep….  Don’t you dare fucking gag.  No matter the condition back there, you are never to gag.  Focus…  Aww fucking hell.

“…Get up.  I’m moving up the plans I had for you.  I’m going to tie you to the footboard of your former bed.  When Khrystal comes home from work, I will make love to her and make you a true cuckold.  After we have a nice dinner just the two of us, I will secure you in my truck, then take you three hours to a biker saloon.  I had planned on doing this tomorrow morning, but tonight is better.  I want you broken in, and I don’t have the patience to do so.  And besides, I need to spend some time with my new wife without having to worry about her cuck—kinda like our honeymoon.

“They know me, and I know their work.  One of men there is into modifications.  Yes, they are going to modify you.  Your hair below your nose will be gone.  I’m going to have the head of your pee pee pierced so that it can be locked in the cage, eliminating any possibility of you pulling it out.  And it will go across your head.  And it will be severe.  You will be tattooed on your back.  I will tell you what it is once it’s on.

“The reason why I’m taking you tonight is so that they can install you in the back as a urinal and toilet paper duty for any of the bikers there.  And it’s going to be a busy Friday night.

“For the first time, you look terrified.  Good!  That’s what I want.  I have been doing this for so long, I know what I’m doing.  Look at my dick.  I am rock hard for this.  Creating a brand-new cuckold always gets me leaking.”