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Joe felt his buddies boots rest on both of his shoulders as he watched his other two friends game. His friend DJ, sitting behind him, was a bit on the cocky side, and would off and on foot tease him. Joe went along with it as he had a foot fetish but kept it hidden and was confused if DJ had picked up on it as this was his normal disposition. He had seen DJ mess with his other friends with his feet but Joe tried to be more open to the teasing without trying to give himself away. He saw one cowboy boot tilt inward, it now pulling back some so the top pressed against his nose and mouth. “Kiss my boot,” DJ said from behind and started tilting his other boot inward. Joe kind’ve dodged the country boy’s boots some and quietly said,”DJ…. I can smell your feet inside your boots.” The boots in front of him pulled toward him more diligently and Joe fell backwards onto the floor. He instantly tried to sit up but DJ held him down with both feet pinned on his shoulders. Joe saw his friend lean over, smirking down at him, and said,”What’s that Joey? You wanna see how my feet smell?” I bolt of fear shot through him as Joe instantly said,”No, that’s not what I said.” He squirmed some more but DJ applied more pressure, now wiggling his foot out of one boot, exposing his bare foot. He watched his friend up end his boot and lower the opening over his nose. Joe took a huge inhale, the warm foot/sweat smell filing his lungs as he moved his face back and forth, acting like he was trying to escape. He heard his other friend Hunter say,”Damn DJ, your feet stink. What are you doing?” Joe realizing that his other friend was watching, he amped up his attempt to sit up, and pushed the boot away from his face. DJ responded half laughing,” Joe wants to smell my feet so I’m seeing how long he can last.” “I didn’t say that. I said…,” Joe quickly responded, trying to sit up, but was cut off. DJ thrusted him saying,“Shut up and smell,” DJ said, smooshing the bottom of his bare foot onto Joe’s face. “Want your other boot off?,” Hunter asked. Without response Hunter came over, replaced his foot on Joe’s arm, and tugged the boot off of his friend’s foot. He placed the boot on Joe’s chest as Joe croaked out ‘No’ seeing both bare feet descend quickly upon his face. His vision went to darkness as the warm, padded soles cushioned against on him. The feet kept him down, now rubbing against his face, as he heard DJ say, ”Snifff em!” Hunter snickered, lifting one foot up, nudging Joe’s chest, and added,“Enjoy DJ’s foot smell down there Joe?” Their other friend Nathan called back to Hunter and Hunter went back to the game. Joe tried to lift himself up a few more times, trying to covertly adjust his crotch , as he struggled. DJ continued working his face under his feet, now scrunching his toes over his nostrils to make him breathe under them. Joe grunted out some but took in a deep inhale, his friend’s foot odor now making him extremely weak. “Oh yah. Like the smell of my boots and feet huh?,” After 15 or so minutes, DJ removed his soles, and Joe saw Hunter standing over him grinning. He watched Hunter lift his socked foot up and saw it press down onto his face. Joe muffled out a sound but let Hunter rub his foot and toes against his nose as he sniffed in. “Since your face already smell’s like DJ’s feet, you might as well smell mine too.” Both of them verbally teased him for a few minutes, commenting he should be the designated foot rest between games. DJ defiantly getting behind that idea with Joe wondering if he knew about his foot fetish.
Please do this to me expose me online.
To me
Who's cock is that in the photo?
It is Master Smithy's cock Sir. He has such a gorgeous body. I love serving and worshiping Him.
So this is how it goes faggot. You prepare my dinner and have it in the oven when I get home from the gym. While my dinner is cooking you kiss sniff and worship my sweaty socked feet, you massage them, and you thank me for allowing you to live here and service me. And I'm not changing my fucking socks every day bitch. You're lucky if I change them once a week. You'll know my scent so well that you'll be able to pick my socks out of a pile of fifty guy's socks. Their smell will eventually be permanently in your nose. You'll never escape it so no matter what you'll always be focused on me whether I'm here or not. Now get to doing your duty on my sweaty socks and when dinner's ready you can have your plate on the floor between my sweaty socked feet.
I don’t get it. We went to school together, you KNOW I think that gay shit is disgusting. What did you think would happen when you locked up your dick and gave me the keys? What exactly did you think giving me, a known fag hater, the power to decide if you get to cum would mean for you?
Did you think it was gunna be a cute little thing where I’d be having fun making you all horny then let you get off? Did you think it was gunna be a fun game?
You’re a fucking idiot. I own that dick, and I think the things that get it off are disgusting. I think YOU’RE disgusting. I mean we went to catholic school for fuck sake.
So… no, you can’t have the keys.
Now kiss your superiors feet and get back to work faggot.
Forced sock smelling
This is actually me as a sub totally helpless in a sleepsack with belts added a nice tight duct tape gag and a remote controlled vibrating butt plug in sniffin 2 week worn very smelly socks
🥵 Whooffff yess please!!!! Make them as stinky as you can get 😏
Of course you can smell 'em over there already, I've worn them all week to practice and two matches. And I wore 'em all day every day too just so that they'd stink for you, that's what you wanted isn't it? Now get real close to them but don't touch them with your nose or anything else. Just get like a millimeter from them and sniff. I wanna see your desperation to get your face in 'em. And when I say so get my sweaty socked foot in your mouth, way in your mouth, and taste them and suck all that sock sweat and stink outta them. If you're not doing a good enough job I'm gonna put my other foot behind your head and force my foot all the way to the back of your throat and watch you gag on these stinking fuckers. And if you try again and still don't do as good of a job as I want I'm gonna fuck the shit outta your mouth and throat with my sweaty socked foot. With my other one pushing on the back of your head holding it trapped you'll be helpless to my fucking stinking soccer socks. Not what you planned? Too bad faggot, we're doing this my way.
Would you still clean these? Four days camping in flip flops. 🔥🔥🔥
hi i would love if you could transform me into your stupid foot slave.
Clean Slate
“What do you want to be in life?” I ask you as we relax at my place at the end of our date. You give a rather non committal shrug as I peel off my socks and rest my feet on the living room table.
“Huh. No career ambitions? Artist, scientist…cleaner?” I smile at you as you approach and sit across from me, scrunching your nose slightly while the scent of my feet wafts over to you.
“N—no. I guess not.” You reply sheepishly, your eyes leaving mine as they lower to my large feet.
“I’m sure we can find your place in life. You probably have lots to give. Talented at many things. Such as…cleaning.” I sway my feet back and forth on the table as I watch your eyes follow them. “Just keep watching.”
“Huh?” Distracted, you don’t even look away. My feet and their movements were utterly fascinating. “I—I don’t…”
“Cleaning.” I repeat bluntly. “I bet you’re good at cleaning.” Your back bends as you naturally feel yourself lean forward, your head lowering slightly as my feet take up more of your vision. I hear you take a tentative sniff, your eyes glazing over.
Cleaning.
“Cl—cleeaning.” You slur as a bit of drool slides from your mouth. I give a little snicker as I witness you lick your lips. Your head begins to sway along with my hypnotic sweaty feet. Mirroring it’s motion. The smell at this point was incredibly overpowering, burning away your feeble inhibitions. My feet are fucking your mind, my toes pushing to the back of your skull. Reshaping your soft brain like playdoh. Back and forth. Back and forth…
“See, I’m not so much looking for a ‘boyfriend’. Too much maintenance. But I’m sure we can find a use for you. Cleaning clothes perhaps? Maybe bathroom cleaning? No. Cleaning…feet.” I look down and validate you with a smirk.
Cleaning. Feet.
“Foot cleaning. Yes, yes I think that’s your place in life. A mindless foot cleaner. Cleaning my rank feet. You’re very skilled at it.” I assert, placing my hand on your head and guiding you closer. “It’s okay. Some of us are meant to improve the world, some of us are meant to be productive members of society. And some of us, some of us are meant to lick the space between men’s toes.”
“I…no. Please.” You plead as your face enters my feet’s gravitational pull. The musk flowing up your nose and swimming around your emptied, foot fucked mind. They smelled just as you suspected they would, of feet. Your attention is captivated by a bead of sweat on my sole. It didn’t belong there, there on my perfect feet. You feel an impulse growing. A need. You needed to…needed to…
“Clean.” I answer for you. Making everything suddenly fall into place. It just made sense. “Clean my stinky feet.”
You shudder, any hint of resistance fading in an instant. Your mouth obediently opens and your tongue glides down the length of my sole, picking up all the sweat and grime that gathered from our long walk. The taste is sour and foul but for some shameful reason, that stirs your cock. You didn’t want this, but not wanting it made you so unbelievably hard. My feet had successfully hypnotised your mind, conditioning you to kneel at the mere sight of them. Seeing my sole was the only trigger needed for your mouth to water, for your thoughts to dissipate. For you to become no more than a rag to wipe my feet clean.
“Always glad to see someone enjoy their job so immensely.” I bend forward and pin a little badge to your shirt. The two words printed on it in basic typeface describe your entire existence ‘Foot Cleaner’. Now no one, including you would be confused about your role in life.
“Cweeann siiir.” You moan with a mouth full of my flavourful foot cheese.
I laugh above you, flexing my arms as you perform your job. “Good boy. Good foot cleaner. Lick every inch until they’re glistening with your saliva. Aren’t you happy I helped you find the height of your aspirations at the bottom of my feet. Dumb idiot.”
“Yusss, thank you sir.” You wanted to be a good obedient boy for master.
“Shut up and work.” I shove my feet into you, rubbing them across your face. “I expect my feet to be spotless slave. You will be here every evening from now on to fulfil your duty. And then you will pay me for the privilege like the pathetic foot slut that you are.”
Do I make myself clear?
Where the feet fans at, or do they all hibernate during week days?
Thank you @dad7715 and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!
See this? Now do you really think I'm going to let you get away with NOT doing what I say? Unless you want a major beat down faggot, start massaging my feet, they're sore from soccer practice all week. And they fucking stink, huh? Well, now, since you didn't immediately do what I said, you're gonna start massaging them with your face so you'll have to sniff their stink. Use the contours of your face to make it feel good homo. Now get your face in 'em loser.
I could shove one of these in your mouth and clamp my toes over your nose and suffocate you to death faggot. Imagine as you black out being killed by the thing you love the most, that you literally live for. How fucking ironic that would be. And fucking hilarious. Well, for now keep sniffing deep and hard, we'll see how I feel later on.
