Welcome to my perversion

[humiliatemeplesse]

The fag's neighbor was in the National Guard and whenever he came back from a deployment he kept on his sweaty stinking Army socks on that he had been sweating in in his big army boots the whole time and made the fag suck them kiss them and sniff them and laughed telling him I don't need a washing machine you're here to do it for me you you dirty pig.

[uncuthrylvr]

[fartcushion]

I begged the landlord not to raise the rent. I was barely able to make my bills as it was. He thought about it and came up with a solution. If I was willing to be his side piece he'd keep it as is. There were desires he couldn't get at home, things only someone desperate would do.

Now without warning my landlord could turn up for an "inspection". If I was out he'd text, telling me to go home immediately. I had to then do what ever he wanted.

Initially it had just been providing oral sex, then he quickly moved on to fucking me. It was always rough. As he'd ejaculate he liked to remind me how I was a poor slut who paid for him. As a landlord his money came from me. He was a lord and I was his serf.

His need to humiliate me built up, he particularly liked to have me kneel behind him and bury my face between his massive hairy cheeks. Lapping at his musty puckered hole with my tongue as he cooed above me.

He loved having power over me, on visits he'd ask;

"Do you want the washing machine fixed, or would you prefer me to fart in your face?"

"Oh please, sir. Fart in my face!" I had to reply or risk the rent doubling.

Ppppprrrrrbbbb

On the next visit. "Didn't you say the heating is broken? Shall I get someone to look at it or would you prefer another fart?"

"Definitely another fart, sir!". Now doomed myself to freeze over the winter months.

Pppffffttt

I stopped reporting issues for fear he'd use them against me.

It was on his most recent trip he had me crawling after him as he nakedly inspected the whole flat. I kept pace on all fours with my face wedged in his ass. Each new room he stopped in he would rip a fart, giving me a silent pat on the head for being a good boy. He'd then make notes of all the faults, announcing if I ever left he'd be deducting them from the deposit. Then he started adding things I'd need to pay for on top due to my 'neglect and vandalism'; a new washing machine, repair the heating. If I ever left he'd come after me for all I owed.

"But you have no intention of leaving do you?"

"No sir, I love it here!" I mumbled in to his ass.

"I bet you do". PPPBBBBBTTT. "Now before I go, as you can probably tell from my gas I need to shit, so I'll just use your toilet"

My blood ran cold. "I'm sorry, the toilet broke yesterday"

He turned and slowly crouched down in front of me. The cruel smile on his face brought tears to my eyes. "Do you want me to call a plumber, or are you a toilet?"

[whatshewontdo]

Why are you always trying to be so secretive? What’s the matter? You afraid all your friends will find out what a nasty freak you are. You afraid to tell all your perfect bodied gym buddies what kinda body turns you on. Surrounded by all these Instagram models and all you can think about it my big heavy mature Daddy body. You want to lift my gut and sniff that nasty crease. You’re afraid someone will find out that the good boy persona is an act a mask you wear. Cause deep down you’re a pig. You are addicted to a married straight man’s body odor. What would your class mates think of you if they find out you like me to sit my sweaty unwashed ass on your face and smother you under my full weight. So many guys have a crush on you, nice young fit guys, and yet here you are on your knees in front of the lazy heavy married man drooling on yourself because my pits are rank. I love that you can’t help yourself. That I make you so fucking horny you just keep going lower and lower. Tell that boy who asked for your number you’d rather lick the underside of my nutsack than be in a healthy relationship.

[misctf]

Any chance you can do a story where a Hot shot Jock becomes a obese Neckbread Gooner

The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly as Jake jogged up the steps toward his apartment complex. Sweat glistened on his muscular frame - the product of two hours of grueling football drills. But he barely noticed the heat. His mind was already onto bigger things… namely, tonight's big date with Sarah Thompson, head cheerleader and campus queen bee. She’d finally agreed to go out with him after months of relentless pursuit. This was his chance to seal the deal once and for all.

He fumbled with his keys, still panting slightly. "Better hit the showers," he muttered to himself.

The shower felt incredible against his skin. Steam filled the bathroom as Jake lathered up, admiring his physique in the foggy mirror. Six-pack abs, broad shoulders, chiseled jawline - the whole package. No wonder girls couldn’t resist him. He grinned at his reflection.

"Looking good, Jakey boy," he said aloud. "Sarah won’t know what hit her."

As he toweled off, he grabbed a protein bar from his gym bag, scarfing it down in three bites as he walked back to his dorm room. "Gotta keep these guns fueled," he quipped, flexing an arm.

As Jake entered his dorm room, he wrinkled his nose immediately. The pungent smell of weed hit him first – thick and cloying. Then came another stench underneath, musky and unclean. Mark’s sweaty tank top sat balled-up on the floor near his unmade bunk, looking like it hadn’t been washed in weeks. Empty Red Bull cans littered every surface. And the laptop was propped open, screen displaying what appeared to be some paused porno.

"Oh fuckin’ hell," Jake groaned, "Fuckin' disgusting, bro."

Jake kicked aside a pizza box overflowing with moldy crusts to get to his desk. His own laptop sat pristine beside a neat stack of textbooks – his side of the room looked like a model dorm compared to Mark’s pigsty. He glanced over at the other bed again, noticing fresh stains on the sheets. Gross.

Where the hell was Mark anyway? Usually glued to his computer chair, jerking off to god knew what. The dude was a total loser. All day every day, just sitting there getting high and watching porn until his eyes glazed over. Total waste of space.

"Poor bastard never leaves." Jake thought scathingly, "Who lives like this?"

Jake sighed, dropping his towel, and tossing his sweat-soaked jersey into the laundry hamper. At least he kept his shit clean unlike his slob roomie. He caught sight of himself in the dresser mirror – golden tan, bulging pecs, washboard abs, thick, cut cock. Damn right he worked hard for this body. Not like Mark, who probably hadn’t seen sunlight since freshman orientation. He smirked as he rummaged through his closet- he was gonna look good for Sarah tonight.

The laptop across the room dinged suddenly, making Jake jump. He froze, realizing Mark must’ve forgotten to log out. Curiosity got the better of him. Against his better judgment, he padded over to the bed, careful not to touch anything.

"What’s so special about your stupid porn videos, huh?" Jake muttered under his breath. "Let’s see what’s got you so obsessed…"

Jake hovered over the keyboard, mouse cursor hovering uncertainly. Part of him wanted to shut the thing off and pretend he’d never seen this pathetic display. But another part – the nosier, more judgmental part – needed to confirm his suspicions. With a resigned sigh, he clicked play on the paused video.

"The fuck?"

It was some grainy footage of some tubby dude sprawled naked on a mattress, stroking his flabby gut while moaning like a whore. The audio was muffled but Jake could make out the sounds of the man’s hand working his soft belly folds and small, erect cock. Disgusting.

"Why would anyone watch this shit?" Jake wondered aloud, shaking his head. "Mark’s seriously fucked in the head."

Ignoring the grotesque clip, Jake stalked back to his side of the room. He grabbed a pair of boxers and walked over to his desk.

"Alright, no one can resist this." Jake smirked, applying some deodorant and splashing on some cologne, "And now…"

As he slicked back his hair, the audio from the video picked up.

The voice came through loud and clear now. A low murmur, almost breathy. "That's it baby, work that cock," the chubby dude cooed. "Up and down… slow… slower…"

Jake snorted derisively, rolling his eyes as he walked over towards his closet, "Really dude?"

"Yeah, stroke yourself to me," the man moaned. "Just like that… Nice and easy…"

Jake pulled out a tight-fitting button-down shirt and stepped into a pair of designer jeans. "God, what a creep," he muttered, "No wonder Mark’s such a freak."

The voice grew louder, more insistent. "Bet your cock is getting nice and hard for me, isn't it?"

Jake zipped up his jeans and turned to face the laptop, "God this is almost funny." he chuckled, staring at the screen incredulously. The fat man was now leering directly into the camera, rubbing his swollen belly obscenely.

"Go on baby, touch yourself," he urged, eyes locked on the lens. "Get nice and horny for me. C'mon, don't be shy!"

Jake let out a short bark of laughter and shook his head, turning away sharply. "Holy shit, not going there," he said nervously trying not to notice the growing discomfort and pressure between his legs.

And then he felt it. Undeniable. A sudden throbbing need pulsing through him. With rising panic he pressed his legs together, trying to hide the growing tent in his jeans. Was this actually happening? Him – popular athlete, lady killer Jake – getting turned on by some pudgy geek fondling himself?

No. That couldn’t be. Couldn’t possibly be. It was totally ridiculous, completely wrong. Just nerves or adrenaline or maybe those lingering endorphins from his workout earlier. Yeah, that was it. Nothing to freak out over.

Jake took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Relax," he told himself firmly, "It’s just the weirdness of the situation. Doesn’t mean anything."

But even as he spoke, his traitorous cock twitched eagerly in his pants. Fuck. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, desperate for relief. Maybe he should just whip it out real quick and take care of business. Get rid of this annoying tension so he could focus on his date with Sarah later.

Before he could second-guess himself, Jake hastily unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans down around his thighs. His erection sprang free, flushed and straining. "Shit," he gasped, giving himself a rough squeeze. Pleasure rippled through him and he groaned.

"I’ll be fast," he promised himself breathlessly, wrapping his fingers around his shaft and starting to pump. "Don’t think, just… ahh…"

His hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting into his fist. God it felt good. Too good. The depraved voice from the laptop echoed in his ears.

"That’s it, baby, touch yourself," it crooned. "Nice and slow. Let me hear you moan."

Jake peeled off his clothes haphazardly, leaving only his snug white undershirt. The thin cotton clung to his sculpted torso, riding up to expose his defined V-line. His cock bobbed heavily between his thighs, thick and veiny, leaking pre-cum.

"Damn," he breathed, wrapping his fingers around the heated flesh. Slowly, he began to stroke, savoring each delicious drag of his palm along his sensitive length. His breathing grew ragged as pleasure built inside him.

"That’s it, nice and easy," the voice murmured approvingly from the speakers. "Take your time. Enjoy every second."

Jake bit his lip, fighting the urge to speed up. Every cell in his body screamed for release but something held him back. Some dark instinct told him to obey, to prolong this sweet torment. So he complied, pumping his aching cock in torturously slow, deliberate strokes. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as his muscles tensed.

"Yes! Good boy," the disembodied voice praised. "Now hold it. Hold it right there for me."

"Ahhh fuuuck," he grunted through gritted teeth, thighs trembling. His heavy balls drew up tight. He was so close, teetering on the razor’s edge of ecstasy. But somehow, impossibly, he willed himself to stop. To hover there, suspended in agonizing bliss, cock throbbing desperately in his grip.

Jake ran his tongue over his lips and scratched at his chin absentmindedly. Something felt different. Off. His fingers met coarse bristle instead of smooth skin. What the—? When did he start growing a beard?

Confusion clouded his lust-hazed brain. He didn’t have a beard. Hadn’t ever had one. He made a point of keeping his chiseled jawline clean-shaven. Always had. It was part of his image. Chicks dug the clean-cut look.

So why the hell was his face covered in fur now?

He rubbed his cheeks, blinking in disbelief. Thick, wiry hairs sprouted everywhere. Down his neck, dusting his collarbone. Even a little patch on his chest. Like a grizzly bear was crawling out of his pores.

This wasn’t possible.

"Keep going. Up and down, up and down…"

The voice droned on, encouraging him to keep pleasuring himself despite the terrifying changes happening to his body. Jake squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the sensation of his cock in his hand, trying to ignore the strange sensations covering him elsewhere. But he couldn’t deny it. His hands confirmed what his eyes saw—the most alarming shift of all. His pubic hair seemed thicker and curlier than usual, springing wildly outward as far as his fingertips could trace. Worse, similar tufts were spreading up his inner thighs and descending into his crack.

"You’re doing great," the stranger on the screen rasped, oblivious to Jake’s confusion, "Keep going… more…"

Unconsciously, his hips started rocking faster, chasing the release he’d denied himself for so long. His balls tightened painfully, cock pulsing urgently in his grip. He was so close, balanced on a knife’s edge. Just a few more strokes—

"And stop! Bask in it…" The command cracked through the air like a gunshot.

Jake froze mid-stroke, trembling violently. Every muscle strained, screaming for completion. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to obey, to stay perfectly still with his throbbing cock in hand. Tears pricked at his eyes. It hurt. Oh god, it hurt so bad.

"Good boy," the voice purred. "Such control. Now breathe. Deep breaths. Feel the pleasure build. Don’t fight it."

Jake whimpered, chest heaving. His vision blurred. He was lost. Drowning in sensation. There was nothing else. Only the ache. The need.

"Pl-please…" Jake begged, "I… oh fuck…"

"Almost there," the voice coaxed. "Hold on just a little longer. You’re doing so well. Such a good boy."

Jake sobbed brokenly, hips twitching uncontrollably. His cock wept steadily now, dripping sticky fluid over his fist. He was beyond thought, beyond reason. There was only the endless cycle of agony and ecstasy. Edge. Deny. Repeat.

"Focus," the voice instructed, "On your task. On my voice. Forget everything else. Cancel any plans. Focus solely on this."

"B-but my plans… Sarah." Jake's breath was heavy, his eyes half-lidded, "I… don't want this. Why can't I stop?"

But his hand moved almost of its own accord, thumbs flying across the screen.

'Sorry babe. Can't make it. Got sick.'

Sent. Done. Forgotten. Because the truth was, Jake didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to break the spell. Not when he was so close. So tantalizingly close.

As he tossed his phone aside, Jake became aware of a new sensation. A strange fullness pressing against his waistband. Confused, he lifted his shirt and peered down.

What he saw made his blood run cold. Where once there had been taut, toned abdominal muscles, now lay a soft swell of flesh. Not much yet—a mere hint—but undeniably present.

A gut.

Like Mark’s.

"No," Jake whispered hoarsely, "Not me. Never me."

But even as he protested, he could feel the changes accelerating. His skin prickled and stretched, expanding rapidly. Coarse hairs sprouted across his chest and belly, thickening into a dense pelt.

"Wh-what’s happening to me?" he wailed, voice cracking. "Make it stop! Please, someone make it stop!"

"Take a hit, get into the mindset." the voice instructed, "But don't let go of your cock. Up and down. Up and down."

Through half-lidded eyes, he looked over to Mark's desk.

Amidst the clutter lay a familiar blue pipe and lighter. Mark’s weed. Of course. He used it constantly to enhance his sessions, lose himself completely in the haze.

Jake licked his lips hungrily. Just a tiny puff to dull the edge. To give him strength. The glass tube trembled in his grasp as he lit it, taking a deep drag. The acrid smoke scorched his lungs but he didn’t cough. Didn’t dare. Holding the burning inhale, he squeezed his eyes shut and focused inward.

Instantly, the world narrowed. Distances collapsed. Sound muted. Time slowed. All that existed was the throb of his cock in his hand and the velvet caress of the high blooming behind his eyelids.

Yes. This was good. Right. Exactly what he needed.

With renewed vigor, Jake stroked himself, gasping and shuddering as waves of euphoria crashed over him. Deeper and deeper he fell, losing himself in the rhythm. In and out. Up and down. An endless loop of pleasure and denial.

Nothing else mattered. Only this. Only the voice guiding him. Telling him how good he was. How perfect. How he was exactly where he belonged.

Hours passed. Or minutes. Jake couldn’t say. He drifted in a dreamlike state, pleasuring himself robotically, existing purely for the voice and the commands it gave. His body continued changing, morphing into something unfamiliar and foreign. Hair spread like wildfire across his skin, hiding his old shape beneath a matted blanket of fur. His face rounded, jowls sagging. Belly swelled, stretching his shirt taut. Muscles softened, melted away. The smell of his deodorant and cologne were drowned out by his new, pungent musk.

Yet he didn’t resist. Couldn’t. He was lost. Drowned in the sea of sensation. The constant push-pull of agony and ecstasy. Edge. Deny. Repeat. Distantly, he registered the buzz of his phone. Text alerts. Missed calls. Probably Sarah wondering why he stood her up. But he ignored it. It meant nothing. None of it did anymore.

______

A door creaked. Footsteps shuffled closer. Soft gasps and murmurs followed. The smell hit Jake next—a familiar blend of stale chips, sweat, and pot.

"Aight Jake," Mark drawled, settling heavily on the edge of the bed. "Guess ya found the vid, huh?" His words slurred lazily, pupils blown wide. "Hooo-wee buddy, that’s somethin’ ain’t it?"

Jake blinked blearily, struggling to focus on the figure looming above him. Mark’s doughy face swam into view, split by a slack grin. His roommate’s usual stained t-shirt strained over his rotund middle, armpits yellowed with perspiration.

"S-saw it," Jake managed weakly, throat raw. "Couldn’t… couldn’t stop."

"Yep," Mark nodded sagely, picking at his nose. "First time I watched it too. Life changer, lemme tell ya. Went from being a nerd to well… this."

"But… but…" Jake whispered hoarsely, "Gonna wake up and it’ll all be a bad dream? Right?"

"Sorry, but no. Your old life’s over, bro," Mark said, placing a meaty paw on Jake’s hairy shoulder. "Welcome to the club."

Jake shuddered at the contact, revulsion warring with reluctant acceptance. Because Mark was right. His sleek muscles had gone soft, replaced by pillowy rolls of fat. His chiseled features had smoothed into pudgy blandness- all covered in a forest of wiry, musky hairs. Even his cock, once proud and powerful, had shrunk to a stubby nub buried in a nest of coarse curls.

"We’ll get you set up," Mark promised, reaching for the pipe. "Help you really embrace it. We’ll be like… brothers, yeah? Two goons livin’ large, gettin’ high and edgin’ all damn day."

Jake stared numbly at the ceiling, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Everything he’d worked for, strived for, was gone. Poof. Vanished like smoke. Leaving behind only this…

"So uh… whaddya wanna do?" Mark asked, kicking back on the bed. "We could order a pizza or somethin’. Maybe find ourselves a livestream to edge to. Together."

Jake didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. They both knew he had no choice anymore. Jake stared blankly at the wall, listening to Mark dial the pizza place. His fingers idly played with his drooping cock, squeezing lightly. Still so sensitive. Still so much need. And Jake knew it then.

He was done. Finished. No more football. No more gym. No more dates or parties or any of it. Just this. Just him and Mark- settling in for a long night of edging, sharing hits from the pipe, pizza, and losing themselves in the haze. Two gooners. Living. Breathing. Edging. Now and forever.

[facesittingdreams]

Dirty Desires:Nasty Noah

"Ready for Noahs Special Surprise? Get in there." These were the last words you heard as a man with dignity. Noah was the cocky football player in your school. He was also a bully. When your parents went away for the weekend, Noahs parents offered to keep you. Fast forward a day, and you were playing fifa for a stupid bet. You won, Noah would agree to a truce. Noah won, and you eat him out because his girlfriend wouldn't. You inevitably lost against Noah and swallowed your pride to be a man of your word. He lured you out to the balcony and bared his pale hairless hole in front of you as you fell to your knees. "This wasn't part of the de...." You try to argue before he releases a pungent protein fart at your face. Getting the point, you simply fall into his ass and begin venturing deep with your tongue. The taste was revolting as a mixture of shit and sweat coated your tongue and sent shivers down your spine. Eventually, you try back out, but Noah grabs your arms. With the ripeness of his crack weakening you, Noah easily moves your powerless hands to his cock. Using both his and your hands, he strokes his 8 inch cock. It was in broad daylight, but Noah didn't care. He was proud of his physical atrributes. He moaned loudly into the open world as he began to cum from your tongue poking in and out of his shitty pucker, shooting his sticky load into the garden below. His load comes to an end and be leans over the railing with pure pleasure. This only aided your face in going deeper as your tongue now seemed stuck in his anus. Finally, you black out, and the humiliation was over. Well, you thought so. Noah propped your unconscious body against the window, so anyone passing by could see his skidmarks on your face and lips.

[orbtricity]

There he was, your master casey. Even from ten feet away, you can still smell his beautiful, musky ass. His bubbled cheeks taunting you as you secretly wish he loses because you like the way he relives his frustration. A few minutes later your wish comes true.

“Listen fag, we just lost the game, so if you don’t put your disgusting face inside my smelly ass, and clean my taint with your tongue, i will use your tongue as my own personal doormat and toilet paper. Now when you’re done with that you’re going to be smelling my feet and socks for at least four hours. Do you understand me, fag?”

[subjockvictim]

via bullyme92

Omegle Changes Everything

Peter (fag) and Luke (straight) had become stepbrothers last year when their parents got married. Peter was a bit afraid of what life would be like with a new brother. He knew Luke was a jock and he had bad experiences at school with those types of straight boys. But to his surprise, Luke was pretty accepting of him and treated him with respect.

He would probably treat him with less respect if he knew that Peter would steal his underwear whenever he wasn't home and plant his nose in them and inhale while bouncing up and down on a dildo. He'd steal his used, still damp gym shoes and wear it like a mask while slapping himself in the ass with the other. He had become obsessed with the straight jock but played it cool around him so he didn't get freaked out.

They had begun to go on Omegle together some nights. They were both pretty hot and Peter kind of realized they were just on there for Luke to talk to girls. They'd flirt with Luke but once they found out Peter was gay they could naturally talk with Peter and it felt like Peter was Luke's gay wingman. Peter didn't mind being used like this - he was happy to be next to Luke shirtless.

One night they were both on cam when another guy came up. They would sometimes talk to other guys for a while but the main mission was to talk to a girl. The guy said hey, they both said hey, Peter saying hi in his faggy voice. "Oh shit, are you guys fags?" said the guy on the other end. Peter bristled a bit, but Luke wanted to defend his stepbrother and said - "No, I'm straight and Peter here is gay but that doesn't matter to me and I don't say that word," he said. Peter felt proud of his straight stepbrother for defending him.

The guy wasn't convinced. "I don't know," he said with a look of apprehension and a bit of disgust on his face. "Don't you worry he's a total fag for you?" he asked. Luke said, "if you mean do you think he wants to have sex with me - no I don't worry about that," Luke responded. "We're brothers - that's pretty gross to even think about. He wouldn't think about that - right, Peter?"

"Yeah, totally, that's disgusting - you're my brother!," Peter said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. In truth just moments ago he was thinking about how good Luke's balls must taste and smell after a workout. And just a second ago he was admiring Luke's cute nipples on screen through the webcam.

The man on cam just laughed. "You're telling me you've never thought of your brother sexually," the man asked with a smirk. "No, no, never," said Peter. Luke nodded, totally convinced that Peter would never think of him this way. "Ok, how about a test then," said the man. "What kind of test?" asked Luke. Peter was squirming a bit, very uncomfortable that Luke had not just gone to the next person.

"Faggots like your brother are obsessed with jocks like us - they not only love cock but also gross shit like feet and armpits," said the man. "Ugh - that's disgusting. Come on, I know Peter isn't in to that stuff, right Peter? I mean, I still probably smell a little from my workout earlier haha, sorry about that. I know there's no way you would find that - like - hot or something," he said. "Ew, no that's disgusting," said Peter, really testing his acting skills. In reality he had actually been very much enjoying the sweaty smells of his stepbrother beside him.

"Ok, fine, then. Luke I want you to lift both arms above you and grab the back of your neck, fully exposing your armpits," said the man. "Like this?" Luke followed those directions, showing off his beautiful straight pits. Peter was hit in the face with the pheromones of his jock stepbrother. He looked at those delicious pits in the small window of the computer in front of him but desperately at least wanted to stare directly in them, if not bury his nose in the hair. Luke said, "Ugh, sorry Peter, didn't realize how much I reek," he said sniffing his own stink. Peter was shaking a bit, scared at what this man was having them do. Peter was concentrating too hard on his little dick hardening in his shorts he didn't even respond to Luke.

"Trust me dude, I don't think Peter is hating this, in fact I bet he's really liking it right now," said the man laughing. "No... no I'm not, it's gross," said Peter. "Ok, well, I know how 'gross' it is," said the man sarcastically. "But fag what I want you to do is just look into that hairy pit," he said. "What, no, this is weird," said Luke, awkwardly. "If he's not into you, you'll know very soon and then this can all be over," said the man. "Look into his pit," he said sternly. Peter was very nervous by now - he didn't want to expose himself but my god did he want to look at the pit he smelled beside him. "I guess - just do it, Peter. I'm sorry, I know it's gross, but just like... look into my pit," said the jock.

Peter collected himself a bit and turned to look in Luke's eyes briefly. He saw an apologetic look in his face which he appreciated. But then he looked into - THE PIT. Oh fuck it looked so good. Still a little sweaty. He could smell it but made sure not to noticeably sniff even though he wanted to. Peter's small dick got harder in his shorts. "Looks good, doesn't it fag," said the man. "N-no... looks gross," Peter said trying to sound disgusted by the thing he dreams about. "Ok, one last thing - why don't you lean in a bit and sniff. Don't touch him, just get a little closer. And sniff." Peter didn't want to do it - but at the same time he so desperately did. He looked up into Luke's face pleading but Luke just sort of shrugged. He was going to have to do it. He couldn't say no to two straight men. Not a little fag like himself.

So Peter sniffed. Not too hard but enough. The smell intensified. The pheromones went straight to his fag brain. He was fully hard now. He almost couldn't control himself - he wanted to moan - just like he did when sniffing Luke's dirty gym clothes. But he controlled himself. He wanted to take another sniff but stopped himself. "Good fag," said the man. "Now stand up," he said. Oh shit.... but if he stood up... then they would see. The fag started to try to adjust his shorts to hide his erection. "Don't touch those shorts, fag, stand up," said the man. Luke, unsure what was even happening, just looked at Peter and said, "Come on man, this will all be over soon, just stand up." Oh sweet, innocent Luke. He really didn't understand that his B.O. was like Viagra for fags.

Peter, looking extremely uncomfortable, squirmed a bit. "STAND UP NOW, FAG," said the man commandingly. Despite his fear, being commanded by the man, the smell of Luke's armpits still in his nose, it was turning him on even more. He couldn't will his erection down. "Come on, Peter, why won't you stand up?" he asked. He had to do it. He was going to expose himself as a total faggot. He stood up.

"Oh... my god," said Luke in horror. "You got a boner from sniffing my armpit?" he asked in horror. The man on cam started laughing loudly. "I fucking told you dude, these fags are disgusting," he said. "God... I'm sorry but that's pretty fucking disgusting dude," said Luke. Peter felt ashamed but he got off on shame so it wasn't helping the situation in his pants. "I'm sorry - it's not like you it's just, armpits. God it's embarrassing but I like armpits ok? I'm sitting down now," Peter said, pathetically. Luke had a look of disgust on his face still but said, "Ok, whatever, you like armpits. Pretty gross but whatever," he said. The man on the cam said, "Nah, nah, nah listen to me, this fag is obsessed with you, I just know it. Now we're really going to test it," he said. "Fag, look back into his armpit." Well, Luke already knew he was exposed as an armpit loving faggot - might as well enjoy it. He listened without a word and looked at that beautiful pit.

"Now, Luke, this might sound absolutely disgusting to you but I need to you to trust me," he said. "Ok... I trust you," said Luke. "If the fag asks you to worship your armpit will you let him?" said the man. Oh my god, thought Peter. Oh my fucking god. "Worship... my... armpit?" said Luke with a little laugh. "What the fuck does that even mean?" he said. "It means he'll totally fag out on it. Lick it, sniff it, maybe even suck your pit, dude," he said amused with the thought. "Oh my god... no, that's too sick," he said. But he kept his arm up. Don't you want to know if he'll do it?" the man asked. By now they were completely ignoring Peter, acting as if he wasn't even in the room. It didn't matter to Peter anyway, he was taking bigger sniffs, trying not to be audible as he stared into that straight pit.

"I promise you, he wants to absolutely fag out on you, dude. Wouldn't you want to know how sick your own brother is?" he asked. Reluctantly, he gave in. "Fine... ok but I think this is nasty," he said. "Look into the fag's eyes and tell him you'll let him worship your pits if he asks nicely," the man said, with an evil smile on his face. "He needs to hear it from you." Luke looked away from the screen directly at Peter. Peter was still looking at his pit, sniffing, but he looked up into Luke's eyes. What he saw was a look of pure disgust on his stepbrothers face. A look that brought shame to Peter and made his dick throb. "Peter, if you ask nicely, I'll let you... I'll let you worship my armpits," he said, as if every word left a disgusting taste in his mouth. Peter looked up at Luke and it took all the strength in the world to say "I don't want to worship your pits, Luke."

Luke looked away from Peter and into the screen. "See, I told you that was disgusting - he doesn't want to," he said. "He does, he's just afraid to ask for it," said the man. "Look fag, look right into the pit." Peter obeyed without question. "This is your one chance to get everything you've dreamed about for months. I know fags like you, I know how much you love jocks like your stepbro. Ask him to worship those pits. This is your one chance." Peter was high on pit sweat and shame, his head was practically spinning, he wasn't thinking clearly. He needed to taste jock pit. More than anything, he needed to taste his brother's jock pits. Luke looked over at him and was a little disturbed by what he saw as lust in his brother's eyes, but he turned back to the man on the screen and said. "Look - he's not a fag like that. That's just too-" and then he was cut off as Peter asked, "Luke, can I please worship your pits?" Peter could almost not believe he said it but in the moment he didn't care. All he needed was to lick those pits. It would all be worth it.

Luke, meanwhile was in shock. Shock and disgust. And hate. "Oh my god, how could you want that?" said Luke. "You're such a fag!" Hearing his own stepbrother call him a fag - the first time he'd ever done that - Peter was close to cumming himself. Oh fuck, the way he said it too. He said it with such hate. To any normal person this would be devastating but this was such a turn on to the fag in his high state. Meanwhile, the man on screen had been laughing the whole time. He finally calmed down and said, "Dude, you have no idea how disgusting fags are. Can't believe you actually thought of your brother as your equal. You need to understand how low they fucking are dude," he said. "By the way, you got to keep your end of the promise. Go ahead and let the fag go to town on those pits dude."

"Ugh... god damn. Fine, fag, go for it," he said, looking completely disgusted at Peter. Peter didn't care - in fact the fag liked it. He was disgusting. He was a disgusting fag and so he did what disgusting fags do. He went down on those pits like a total pig. First the faggot buried his nose deep in the pits. Peter accessed new depths in his stepbro's BO. He huffed and huffed. "Oh my god, that's disgusting," said his stepbro. Yes, yes it is, Peter agreed, but so amazing. Then he took his first precious lick. He ran your tongue across the damp, wiry hairs - something Peter spent many hours dreaming about. And his dreams couldn't compare to the taste. Feeling Luke's warm pit against his tongue, he hungrily licked and licked. You were making gross sounds, chowing down on straight pits. Your little dick the hardest it's ever been in your life. It almost looked like a normal length with how hard it was. Almost.

"I fucking told you - these fags are subhuman man," said the man on cam. "I can't believe this - god, subhuman I guess is a good word. How can someone be so disgusting? Never thought I could think of my stepbrother as... subhuman... but god damn." The fag overheard this but it just made him even more hungry for straight sweat. Peter was now sucking on his pits, really savoring them. "Fag, do you agree that you're a subhuman faggot?" said the man. Fully on a fag high and between licks Peter responded, "Yes, I'm a subhuman faggot." The man laughed evily. Luke let out a slight moan as the fag really worked his way into his pit. "Feel good," asked the man. Luke, a bit embarrassed, kind of shrugged and said, "I guess... he's kinda working my pit nicely but to be honest, it's kinda making me feel like... powerful or something to see him worshipping me like this," he said. "We're just beginning dude. Uou have no idea. These fags would kill for straight kings like us - they'll worship the ground we walk on - literally! And I'm not going to lie it feels great. I don't even think you've grasped that you basically have a slave now."

"A slave? What? Peter?" Luke asked, leaning back a bit, enjoying the pit worship. "By the way, you can start on the other one." He said to Peter. Peter crawled over to the other side of Luke and devoured his new feast. The man, chuckling, said, "Of course! Just look at you and look at that fag. You're already enjoying the feeling of having someone willing to degrade themselves for you. Wait until he starts doing stuff for you, which will be very soon now - he's a true faggot," he said. "Stuff like what?" Luke said, getting more comfortable, enjoying his worship. "Anything man, fags will do anything for you. Cook, clean - they'll even pay you do this shit when you look like us," said the man. Luke started to get a bit excited. "No way," he said. He was really feeling his power now. "Yeah dude - you have a lot to learn," he said. "In fact, hey fag, yeah you you fucking armpit sniffing freak," said the man. The fag looked up, his face covered in straight sweat and fag spit. He looked so fucking stupid. Luke, the other man, and even the fag himself thought so, looking at himself in the computer screen. "Why don't you go to your room, get any money you can find, and I mean all of it, look fucking everywhere, and bring it to your stepbrother here. Put it down at his feet, kneel before him, and beg to worship his feet," he said. "Oh my god, worship MY FEET?" said Luke in disbelief. "But they fucking reek - they're so nasty," he said. "Don't you get it yet? That's what fags love!" said the man. 

"Hey?" while the fag worshipped his left pit he nudged his head with his right hand. The fag took his face out of the armpit. "Do you really want to...uh... worship my feet? They fucking stink. I'm sure they taste nasty." Without hesitation the fag just said, "I would love to worship your feet, Luke," the fag said. A look of complete disgust and now complete hate came over Luke's face. His transformation into a complete alpha was coming along nicely, thought the man on the camera. "You are fucking disgusting faggot," Luke said lowly. He felt testosterone pumping through his body... this dumb fucking faggot. He couldn't help himself. He spit in the fag's face. The fag had to use a lot of will power to not cum himself right there. Instead he let out a faggy moan. "Go get your money, put it at my feet," he said. They were no longer stepbrothers, much less brothers - not after this. He took the fag by the hair and pulled him away from him. The fag scurried to his room.

While the fag looked through his wallet, the drawers in his room, his old piggybank, Luke just sat dumbfounded at how he was now thinking of his stepbrother, someone he really liked before. "I can't believe he's such a faggot," said Luke. "I can't believe you treated him like a normal human being," said the man. "God, I feel so stupid. This disgusting freak was probably getting off on seeing me shirtless and shit. Oh fuck he's seen me naked too," he said. The man could see the veins in his arms and neck starting to flow as he got more angry, more alpha. The man felt proud of himself for awakening this in the young stud. Not only was blood flowing through his muscles, but Luke was starting to get an erection too. He was barely conscious of it, and he couldn't explain why. I mean, he was fucking grossed out by this fag shit for sure but - he had to admit it felt good to dominate that pansy. He absent mindedly started touching his dick a bit through his shorts, thinking about how it felt to be worshipped. He had never been worshipped before but now he couldn't help but feel how much he deserved it. How much he deserved it for being an alpha. An alpha straight man. He had to admit he was getting a bit excited thinking about the fag worshipping his feet. He had heard of foot fetishes before. He had never found women's feet sexy but the idea of that fag at his feet, licking his nasty sweaty toes. It was giving him a chub in his pants.

He thought he was being sneaky but the man on the other end noticed his hand moving below where the camera was showing. He knew how it felt. Especially in those first times, the power to be treated like the god you are. He took a little bit of a risk - he wasn't going to reveal this little bit of info until later but - if the stud was already boning up maybe he could fast track it.

"Hey dude, I want to show you something but don't freak out. Promise?" said the man. "Uh, I guess so, what's up?" said Luke, snapping out of it, and moving his hand away from his dick. "So, obviously I know a lot about controlling fags and stuff, right? I have a lot of experience in that area. I started a while ago - always knew I was an alpha," the man said. "Well, truth be told, my little brother is actually a faggot too, just like your brother. Maybe even nastier to be honest, he's a total fucking freak," said the man. "Aw fuck that must suck. Must be really embarrassing," Luke said.

"I mean, at first I was fucking pissed at him when I found out. And devastated. But I think, as you can tell, there are advantages. Ain't that right, faggot?" With that, the man picked up his webcam and pointed it down at his crotch to show under the desk he was sitting at.

"YETH TWIR," said a newly revealed fag under the man's desk. Luke was shocked. "DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?" said Luke in disbelief. Are you a fag?" he asked, earnestly. "Dude, don't ever say that to me again," said the man seriously. "Of course I'm not a fucking fag - fucking disgusting dude," he said. "Sorry - sorry - I just, how can you let a guy suck your dick?" said Luke. Despite his apparent disgust and shock, he couldn't help but noticed how talented a cocksucker the little fag was. He was taking a lot of cock in his throat.

"This is my fag. He used to my younger brother but now I just call him fag, cocksucker, homo - you get it. I haven't called him by name for years now. I've got lots of fags that do stuff for me, but this is the one I own. He's my property. This is the endgame for your fag brother. This fag devotes his life for me. He's already cleaned my house today. I went to the gym while he slaved away in the kitchen. Now while my food's in the oven, he's nursing on my sweaty cock and balls. He does everything for me. And you love it don't you, fag?" he asked. The fag took the big cock out of his mouth for a second and said, "Yes, sir, I love devoting my life to you," while he slapped himself in the face with the big cock, three times the size of his own. "Get my cock back in your mouth, homo," the man said. The cock greedily inhaled his cock, gagging on it expertly. He is totally in sync with his master's sexual desires. He milks his cock, bringing him to the edge of orgasm over and over until he knows he's ready to bust by intuition. Then he quickly goes up and down on the cock rapidly bringing him to orgasms with his well trained throat and mouth. Or he'll feel his brother's hands in his hair, feel him brutally fucking his throat, his head banging on the top of the desk. He doesn't care though - anything to get his big brother off in his mouth. When his brother gets off it's almost enough to make the fag cum hands free in his cage.

The man brought the camera back, the fag under him leaving the screen. "Didn't mean to freak you out - but just know this can go as far as you want it to," said the man. "No, it's ok - don't think I want that though," he said. Although internally he couldn't stop thinking about the devotion in the fag's eyes as he swallowed his brother's cock. Maybe he did want that. He was certainly tenting his shorts thinking about it. "It's cool, this can be our secret for now - the fag doesn't need to know," he said.

At that moment Luke heard the fag coming back in his room. "Tell the fag to crawl in your room with the money," he said. "Hey! Crawl in here fag," Luke said. He could feel himself getting more coarse with Peter. He couldn't deny it felt right. He watched the fag crawl in his room. He could see he had a wad of cash - likely from a variety of places - in one hand. He looked so fucking pathetic. The way Luke looked at him was now totally different. Luke adjusted his camera so the man could see the fag crawling. He crawled in front of Luke and kneeled at his feet as commanded.

"Go ahead, fag," said Luke, commanding him to do as told. The man liked that Luke was taking the reins now. He was learning. The fag presented the money at his feet. "It's $117 and 87 cents," he said, placing the cents down too. "A good start," said the man on cam, grinning. "What else?" said Luke. The fag brought his head up and looked directly in his stepbrother's face, pleading. "Please let me worship your feet sir," he said. Luke could tell it was sincere - he was really wanting this. "Why do you want to worship my feet?" asked Luke. "I-I-I've been dreaming about it. About your feet and, um, how they smell and, um, I guess taste," said the fag. Luke had a stern look on his face but inside was feeling the warm feeling of alpha power.

"You've been dreaming about it? For how long?" Luke asked. "Um, I don't know, for a while now," said the fag. "Since you met me?" Luke asked. The fag, a bit ashamed of his depravity, admitted, "Yes, when I met you and saw how hot you were, I really wanted to worship your feet," said the fag. "That's exactly how fags are," said the man. "By the way, you should make him address you as sir or master. You don't want him thinking he's equal to you do you?" said the man. Luke looked down at the fag and said, "Call me sir."

"Yes sir," said the fag. All three got a thrill out of that. Luke's big cock throbbed in his pants a bit. The fag inched closer to a hands free orgasm and the man fucked his fag's face a bit under the desk. "It's fucking disgusting that you've lusted after your own brother. You should be ashamed of yourself, fag," said Luke harshly. After a second the fag said, "I am" and then added "sir." Luke said, "take my fucking shoes off, homo."

"Wait! Don't take your shoes off yet. Make the fag clean them with his tongue," said the man. "Ugh, fuck. Let me guess, you actually want to do that don't you faggot?" Luke asked Peter. "Yes sir," Peter said, trying not to drool at the prospect of licking his gym shoes clean. "Fine - clean my shoes with your tongue you fucking freak," he said.

Peter brought his face to the big black gym shoes - size 13's. He brought his tongue out and swiped the tops of the shoes. Truthfully, this was not the first time Peter had tasted Luke's shoes. Not even close. He's stolen them out of his room many times and feasted on the dirt and grime. They tasted good knowing they were from Luke's shoes. But now... this was something else. Luke could feel Peter's tongue through his shoe. The image of the fag on his knees, face down in his shoe was one he enjoyed. Like the fag was bowing down to him. It made him feel like a god. Peter was openly tenting his shorts and he didn't care anymore. He was enjoying himself.

Peter began licking vigorously. He really wanted to clean them. That's what he was there. To be his brother's shoe cleaner. He licked the sides and part of the tongue. He licked the crevices towards the bottom of the shoe on the sides. He would work his tongue to get dirt free. Luke noticed he was really going at. At least he was good for something. Peter had licked all around the top and sides of the shoes - only one area left. "Sir, can-can I lick the bottom of your shoes now," he asked. Disgusted but turned on by degrading his stepbrother even more, he put his foot up a bit, allowing access to the fag.

The fag started taking big licks up and down the soles, getting all the dirt underneath the shoes. Fucking gross but Luke couldn't help himself anymore. He loved bringing the fag this low and he started touching his dick through his shorts openly. Peter noticed and looked up at his brother and started licking the shoes with new vigor. Finally, Peter finished, and asked to take his shoes off. Luke told him to go ahead.

When Peter took off each shoe a wave of foot stink smacked him in the face. That's how a man smells, thought Peter. Of course he knew his brother's smell from months of burying his face in his dirty shoes and socks but this was another level. The real thing. The fag brought his face into the bottom of his brother's socked feet and took a big sniff. "Smell good fag?" he asked. "Ohhh yes sir," said the fag, looking up seductively in his new master's eyes and then at the big bulge in his shorts. "Don't even think about it fag," said Luke. Too late - the fag was thinking about gaging on his brother's throat as he took another inhale of his socks.

Peter took the slightly damp socks off his brother's feet and got right to pure foot smell. "You smell amazing, sir," said the fag. The man on the camera said, "the fag's a total natural at this, dude. You got a complete fag as a stepbrother." He was fully throat fucking his brother under the desk now, gags and gasps for air could clearly be heard as well as the loud banging of the fag's head against the desk.

"Lick my feet, fag," said Luke. "Yes sir," said Peter and did as he was told. The taste was amazing - he wasn't sure what he preferred more - pit or feet. Probably feet. He took long licks up and down the soles, savoring the flavor of straight jock feet. Wow, what a fag, thought Luke, while massaging his cock through his shorts. "Hey fag, stop licking," the man said on cam, temporarily stopping fucking his brother's throat. He still held the fag down on his cock, his pubes at the fag's nose as it struggled with him. "We know this fag was obsessed with you, and I know, I know, he was doing stuff behind your back. These fags can't help themselves," said the man, pulling even more cock than the fag thought possible into his throat and he choked and gagged. "If you want to lick those feet, fag, I want to admit to your new master all the things you did behind his back in the past year. Each new admission gets a lick," he said.

The fag had absolutely no shame at this point. All he wanted was to serve and worship his brother. The man on cam brought his cock out of his brothers throat, still holding his hands in the fag's hair, allowing him a much needed moment to breath. The fag swallowed pubes that had gotten into his mouth after being impaled. "Ugh, what the fuck have you been doing, fag?" asked Luke.

"Well, sir, I take your dirty underwear out of your laundry hamper and smell them sir," he said, and took toe in his mouth and sucked for a bit, before bringing it out. "Jesus Christ - this whole fucking time?" asked Luke. "Yes sir," he said. The man on cam put his big cockhead in his little brother's mouth and let him nurse on it a bit. "What else?" said Luke. "Well, this is not the first time I've cleaned your shoes with my tongue," said Peter. He took his stepbrother's heel in his mouth and sucked on it. Luke though that felt good and would remember that little move for later. "Fucking queer," he said. Peter took his heel out of his mouth. "Keep going." "I've licked the sweat out of your athletic cup." Peter took a long lick of his foot from heel to toe. "Fucking sick," said Luke. With each new admission and worship, the man on cam would jam his cock in and out of the fag's throat a few times. He knew he needed to cum soon - dinner would be ready and he needed the fag to prepare it. He had worked up quite an appetite at the gym and would be enjoying the nice meal. The fag would enjoy a meal of his own while he ate - the dirt from his brother's feet under the table. The thought of that made him fuck his brother's face hard for 5 seconds.

"Sir, whenever I saw you spit on the ground, I always wanted to get down and lick your spit," the fag admitted. "I bet you did, you sick fucking pervert. Open your mouth!" Luke commanded. The fag obeyed. Luke formed a spit ball in his mouth and launched it at his brother - directly scoring in his pathetic mouth. The fag hungrily swallowed it. "Thank you sir!" said the fag. Fuck it, thought Peter, and he whipped out his rock hard dick. Peter was stunned... it was so beautiful and angry looking. He needed it in his throat, even in his ass. His mouth was agape staring at it. Luke was stroking it aggressively. "Keeping going faggot. This is fucking disgusting - I should beat the shit out of you for doing all this queer shit behind my back," he said, tugging on his meat. The man on cam's brother was struggling on the big cock as he was dangerously close to busting. "One time you didn't flush your piss in the toilet and I put my head in the toilet bowl and drank some out of the toilet," said Peter.

With that he stuck his tongue between Luke's toes, cleaning out those spaces. "YOU ARE SO FUCKING LOW," said Luke. "YOU ARE NOT MY BROTHER, JUST A FAGGOT!" He was very close to coming as well. All four were in fact - Peter extremely close to his first ever hands free orgasm, Luke at the very edge as he masturbated his big cock while the fag worshipped his feet, the man on cam ready to explode in his brother's mouth at any second, and his faggot brother sucking with all his might, ready to cum in his cock cage from the violent throat rape.

When the fag took his mouth off his brother's superior feet - ready for his next depravity to admit - Luke prompted him. "When you were sniffing my dirty underwear - could you smell my sweaty dirty ass?" he asked. "Oh yes sir! I loved it." he said. "What did you like more, the smell of my sweaty balls or sweaty ass?" he said, jacking off like a mad man. "Oh don't make me choose sir!" said Peter. "Tell me faggot!" said Luke. "Well, I love both so much but to be honest - probably your sweaty ass. Because when I smelled it - I just imagined sticking my tongue up your sweaty ass to clean it sir," and with that Peter took both Luke's feet and put both of his big toes in his mouth. Peter started blowing Luke's toes in his mouth like a cock. 

The depravity, the domination, Luke getting his feet worshipped, the thought of the fag cleaning his out, it was too much for the. young stud. Luke yelled out "OH FUCK!!!" his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Peter looked up lustily, feeling like a total faggot, blowing his stepbrothers toes, he came in his shorts. As he came, Luke took his toes out of his mouth and pushed him back with his feet. "Get the fuck back faggot," he said, still stroking, his cum making its way from his balls to his cock head. The man on cam was fully taking his cock out of his brother's mouth and then jamming it back on his cock, holding his brother's nose closed so he couldn't breathe. Being used a complete cocksleeve was what it took for the fag to make a mess in his cock cage. "FUCKING - FAGGOTS" he said, emphasizing each word with a thrust down his cock. He held the fag down as he came down his throat. The fag greedily swallowed the nectar that was his brother's semen.

With the fag off his feet, Luke brought his feet near his cock, and then bust a huge load all over his feet. It was one of the biggest loads of his life. He coated his feet all over. When he was done, he brought his feet out to Peter again. "Clean them off fag," he said. The fag didn't have to be told twice, he started licking and sucking, tasting his brother's sweet cum for the first time. "THANK YOU SIR," he said, feasting on it. Luke sat and enjoyed the feeling of the fag's tongue on his feet, basking in the afterglow of his new found alphaness. The man on cam kicked the fag out from under the desk and told him to get his dinner ready, he would be down in 5 minutes. The fag crawled out and hurried down to the kitchen, not wanting to disappoint his master.

The man finally asked, "so how do you feel?" while Luke was still getting his feet licked. "Pretty good to be honest, ready to rule over this fucking fag," he said, looking down at Peter who was too into his task of feet licking. "Glad to hear it - there's so much more to teach you to. Here's my number, text me, we'll talk later. I enjoy making alphas sees their true potential," he said. "Can't thank you enough. I'll talk to you later," Luke said. "See ya," and they both signed off. Luke removed his feet from the fag's mouth and stood up stretching, while the fag just kneeled below him. "I'm gonna go play some video games, how about you clean this fucking room up, homo," he said. "Yes sir!" the fag said, getting up to complete his task. Luke just thought to himself - this is going to be great.

[gaycontent1999]

Homies hanging out 😏

[pig-perv-paradise]

I saw my girl being flirty with one of her co workers, so I decided to teach her a lesson by sending a vid of me making out with her gay best friends. “You don’t even want to know what I’ll do with these fags if I ever find out you cheated on me.”

Now she’s blowing up my phone trying to apologize. Dumb slut doesn’t even realize that as we’re talking I got one of the twins face deep between my cheeks tonguing my shithole clean while the other is getting real sloppy throating my fat white cock better than she ever could.

Dam they really know how to treat a man, and their smooth pink cunts were so tight when I ate them out. I just know that’d feel crazy squeezing my dick. I think I just found my new favorite sneaky links.

[1964-dic]

[fartcushion]

"This is why I like working weekends with you. The centre is closed, the blinds are shut, and we barely get any calls. Never more than one at the same time anyway. Which leaves you free to do the more important job, worshipping my ass. Who would have known when you started working for us last month that we'd get on so well, but look at us now we're practically inseparable! Well, at least your face from my ass is.

Oh that's it, I have missed this! Pains me to work in the week with others in the office around us, not being able to bond like we do when it's just us. My farts going wasted in to the chair. I mean I know they waft over to you next to me, and I know I make you smell the stale seat at the start of our Saturday shifts. But it's not the same as giving it you from the source, y'know? Speaking of which...

PpprrRRBBBbpp

Fuck, it just feels good to have your face there for it!

Oh, phone call. I'll try and keep them SBD but don't worry, I'll hit mute if I think it'll be another big one. Though who am I kidding, they all are!"

[ultimatemalefeet]

He’s always playing

[mansock456]

Sniff his cheesy stink while he is playing

[yurrfttboyy]

I hadn’t talked to my older brother in years, then he randomly hits me up on Facebook telling me he’s in the middle of a nasty divorce and he really needs a place to stay. I reluctantly agreed, only because he is family and I did have a spare bedroom, so I felt like it was my obligation to take him in. He was happy to see me at first, we had a few beers and watched a couple of movies. It was nice to catch up.

But after the first week he slowly started getting weirder. It started one Monday morning when I went to the bathroom to get ready. I was hit by a horrible smell, it was my brother’s morning dump that he left in the toilet. That was just the beginning; aside from refusing to flush his own waste, he also leaves random dirty socks lying around in the most bizarre places. I find random dirty socks in my bedroom, left in the bathroom, on the couch in my living room! I’ve also noticed he’s gotten relaxed with washing his dishes, which was a rule from the beginning- if you use a dish wash it. He agreed, and had been doing good to remember, but he’s slowly leaving more and more dirty dishes and it was getting annoying. He leaves empty chip bags in my recliner, gets crumbs everywhere, and I think I smelled cigarette smoke coming from his room the other day! He was starting to get out of hand, so I decided to say something.

“I’ve been waiting for you to step up and say something bro. You’ve been flushing my dumps and washing my dirty dishes for weeks now, at least I leave you little treats for doing it!” He said.

“Treats?” I asked, puzzled.

“My socks bro! You’re welcome by the way, I was starting to think you were ungrateful. I saw the way you were staring at my big feet from the first night I got here, and your computer history confirmed it. I figured since your such a fuckin’ foot fag I’d give you my socks to smell and perve out on in exchange for you taking care of my share of the housework. Which by the way, now that it’s out in the open and we don’t have to be hush hush about it, you need to get your faggot ass in my bedroom and fucking clean!” He explained, leaving me shocked, standing there for a minute to process everything. After thinking for a second, I knew he was right, I had been enjoying smelling his socks and shoving them in my mouth when I find them lying around.

I bowed my head, then went to his bedroom to clean it up. He was so impressed that he let me lick his feet for a few hours while he played video games, it was amazing. I never imagined letting my brother come stay with me would turn into this, but I am happy that it did! He mentioned something about getting me a chastity belt the other day, part of me is excited but also terrified at the same time!

[oldersubmissivetrophybitch]

As he continues to alter me for sexual service and display, I lose more and more any sense of my own personal identity. I never imagined he would take me this far or that I would slowly adapt to being such a passive, mindless sexualized freak for a man.

[compostable996]

And you're loving every minute of it.

[pig-perv-paradise]

Slapping my big stinky cock on the face of my once proud dad cop

[alexfeet70]

[pig-perv-paradise]

Teaching his lil bro what to do to keep their dad dumb and obedient for them

[malefeetadmirers]

[smellytoes88]

My weed plug Andy learned very quickly he could get me to pay for more than just weed. We’d gotten to know each other for a bit after I had been buying from him for about a year and I always thought he was really cute. He was just a small time dealer, a friend of a friend who just sold from his own small stash he grew himself. so sometimes I’d even come into his house while he prepared the goods. Andy was usually barefoot or wearing socks. And his socks ALWAYS looked like he’d been wearing them for days. On a good day I could even smell the delicious stink of week-worn socks when I walked in.

One day while I was over I casually mentioned his socks. “Your socks are looking pretty beat up,” I said jokingly. He laughed and said “yeah I don’t really care about buying new socks all that much. I just wear them out until they’ve got too many holes in em to wear.”

Then I said “hey if you ever wanna smoke together I’d be down.” Andy was a major pot head and was definitely already high by the time I came over — and he was totally down for it. “For sure man!”

So we got on his couch and smoked up. I could barely take my eyes off Andy’s socks the whole time. It was one of those days where I could catch whiffs of them wafting through the air whenever he moved around to prop his feet up. He noticed and said “yeah I know my socks are pretty gross haha. I’ll probably buy some new ones soon.” He lifted his foot and teasingly showed me his socked sole and laughed. He was really high by this point.

I laughed and took a hit. “You know you could probably sell those.”

He laughed. “Who’d wanna buy these old grimy socks?”

“Dude I would.”

He looked at me and blinked and laughed. “Haha really? I don’t think you could wash out the stink from these if you tried.”

“Nah dude I don’t wanna wash them. I’ll pay you twenty bucks to buy one of your socks right now.”

Andy hesitated for a sec then said “yeah sure man” and he took off his right sock, revealing his huge sexy foot, and gave me the sock. I gave him a 20 then took Andy’s sock and gave it a deep whiff right where his toe marks were. Damn it smelled good. Smelly, sweaty, rich with intoxicating foot funk. It was a hot day and Andy’s AC barely worked so his sock was pretty wet with sweat.

Andy laughed again and said “Damn dude you like that? Well hell I’ll sell you all the socks you want. I’ll even let you sniff my smelly damn foot if you really wanna pay.”

I said “dude i will definitely pay to sniff your bare foot.” So Andy propped up his feet, one bare foot and one socked one, on the coffee table. “They’re all yours dude.” And he took another deep hit. “I know my feet probably reek right now. All the girls I took up with always ask me to keep my socks and shoes on when they blow me because they say they smell too much haha. I’ve always had really smelly feet. But I guess that’s what you want.”

I was practically salivating as I kneeled down in front of his feet. The smell was already overpowering my senses. Then I leaned forward and pressed my nose right into his bare sole and started sniffing. Andy’s sole stank great. His toes stank even better. He wasn’t kidding about his smelly feet! They were perfect and meaty. His toes definitely held in a stink real well. I had a lot of fun digging my nose between them and inhaling the smell between his toes. I huffed on Andy’s smelly foot for a good twenty minutes while he smoked and turned on the tv, before I finally came hands free.

Andy was high as a kite but that was normal for him. “You satisfied buddy? My foot stink enough for ya?”

I wiped some drool off my lip and said “yeah… man Andy your feet really smell … I might have to go to the bathroom to clean up …”

When I came back he was still lighting up so I joined him and we smoked for the rest of the afternoon. He even let me sniff his bare foot again! It was just as smelly as the first time. Maybe even smellier. I came again while huffing on his ripe bare foot. And that’s how Andy found his new side hustle - I was always a willing customer.

[daddysmalefeet-blog]

[footsockboy]

This was my view every night at exactly 10pm, my stepdad had me on a very strict schedule. He was a sergeant in the army and when I came out to him as being gay, his entire attitude towards me changed. I thought he would help me through those tough times but instead he told me I didn’t deserve to be his son anymore and that he would show me how fags were meant to treated. From that day on he gave me my orders on how I would live my life, I never tried to disobey, otherwise I would incur a drunken beating that would last for hours.

My nighttime routine was to sneak into my parents bedroom at 9:45 every night, crawl to the end of the bed and wait patiently while listening to my stepdad finish fucking my mum senseless. He was always very rough with her, as she begged him to “please go slower” in which he replied “I’m not worthless fag like your son! You married a real man and this is how a real man fucks! Take it and love it bitch!” He knew I was listening and it made me tear up a bit.

Like clockwork at 9:59 he roared in orgasm as he pumped his final shots of seed into my mum’s pussy. I heard him roll over, light one of his cigarettes and stretch out his big size 15 feet over the edge of their bed. That was the queue for me to start my “work” as he called it.

The first night I was so scared, I slowly lifted up shakily until my face was inches away from his massive soles, his feet had a very strong smell of sweat. My stepdad saw me and noticed how scared I was and smirked. He just looked at his feet and nodded. I knew what that meant, I stuck out my tongue and started lapping at his feet. They were salty and tasted really sweaty. He just kept staring straight into my eyes while inhaling his cigarette, showing me who was in charge.

My mum must have heard me because she lifted her head and saw me down at my stepdad’s feet. I instantly stopped licking and backed away in shock. The look on her face was astounding. “Ti..Timmy…What are you doing!?”

My stepdad was quick to react. He slapped her across the face and shouted. “Go back to sleep bitch, this is my relaxation time and your faggot of a son is going to help me out from now on.” I saw my mum roll back over, looking away and silently sob as my stepdad turned back to me. “As for you fag, get back to work on my feet. Your mum always complains that they stink, so why not have her worthless faggot clean them for me.” I slowly leaned back in and resumed licking my his feet, crying for how pathetic I was. He just leaned back and sighed “Fuck yeah, this is what a real man deserves”.

This went on for weeks, my stepdad must have got a bit bored of the normal routine because he would sometimes change it up. One night I noticed he still had his boots on. He made me lick the dirt off them before pulling them off and inhaling his rank army socks while laughing at me. Another night he ordered me to lick his feet while he fucked my mum, this was the most embarrassing as he would tell my mum how pathetic I was while pumping into her.

I went through that routine for years until I grew older and my stepdad made me enlist in the army, he pulled some strings and had me positioned as his “personal fag” as he would tell the other men. He used me for all his chores, anything that would make his life easier. But every night without a doubt I would always end up on the floor at his huge man-feet inhaling and cleaning the stink off them.

[meatymanlymen]

[fartcushion]

I needed to hire a plumber to take care of a pipe leak. Ricky seemed to have good reviews on the website so I sent a message to enquire. Almost immediately he got back to me and said he could fit me in tomorrow.

The next day I opened the door to a tall man, slight build of muscle, and a dark hair. After the initial introduction I pointed to the stairs and he went passed me on his way. I could smell the musk, a man that works hard all day doing manual labour. It was intoxicating.

I followed him up the stairs noticing the full ass stuffed in to his jeans. He was telling me about what he thought the problem would be, but my attention was solely focused on watching the globes bounce just inches from my face.

Ricky got to work, inspecting the system. I didn’t want to intrude but I wanted to catch more glimpses of him so I sat on the bath edge and watched. We spoke a bit about the issue, then moved on to more general things as he worked. He complained about his girlfriend, that they’d been fighting lately. “Which of course means I get no sex from her” he threw out casually.

“I bet that’s frustrating for you” I reply stupidly. But again my mind was too busy thinking about what it’d be like to have him fucking me.

“Yeh. You got a girlfriend? If so hope she’s not a mad one like mine.”

“No, I don’t. I’m single. Im actually gay though so not experienced dating a woman”

He paused for a moment. “Oh really? Can never tell these days”. He carried on.

There was a moment of awkward silence, I went to break it before he cut in. “Right that should do it. Better test it”

I thought he was going to just flush it and call it a day. But he stood up, pulled his jeans down and sat on the toilet. I was shocked, embarrassed I went to leave.

“Sit back down, fag”

I sat. Stunned to silence.

“I would have just gone home. But now I think I’ll have some fun”

Ppppprrrppp. A fart echoed in the toilet.

“I thought it was weird you were hovering about. But makes sense now, you were perving on me”

Pppppppbbbbttt.

“Ah, been holding this in since lunch. How does it smell?”

I just stared in silence.

“Come kneel in front of me. Like a king on his thrown”

Dropping down to the floor I knelt and crawled over. Just as the first shit hit the toilet. He laughed and opened his legs. “That’s it, get a good smell”. He ruffled my hair like a dog, then guided my face closer. Inches from the bowl another fart sputtered out followed by another splash.

Having finished pissing he pulled his cock out and held it expectantly. I took it on my mouth and could taste the sour piss on his tip. I sucked him off, as his cock engorged in my mouth he leant back and relaxed. The silence only broken by the odd slurp and another fart echoing in the bowl.

My eyes watered, both from the smell and from his cock being rammed down my throat. Finally he held me down as his built up cum exploded in my mouth, I struggled to swallow before it was filled again. I released his cock and sat back, hoping he’d leave.

Ricky laughed as he looked down from his throne. Then he got up, and just as I thought I was getting my wish, he turned around and squatted back on the toilet. “Now wipe me”. Shaking I reached for the toilet paper. “Oh no you don’t”. He leant forward on the cistern, opening up his crack for me. “Use your tongue”

[smellytoes88]

Ever since my sister decided she was going to leave him for being a bum and kicked him out of the house, my soon-to-be-ex brother in law Caleb has been living at my place. My sister didn’t really care I was giving him a place to live as long as he wasn’t taking up space in her apartment.

I always liked Caleb, and not just because I thought he was cute as all fuck and I’ve fantasized endlessly about sniffing his huge masculine feet. So, I was happy to let him stay with me while he got back on his feet (and so I might have a chance to get at them!).

The first couple of weeks went great. I enjoyed playing video games, watching movies, and getting high with Caleb. Plus I got to steal his rank socks from the hamper and had some great jerking off sessions with them.

I did start to see why my sister thought he was a bum though. He didn’t bother looking for a job, he just wanted to hang around the house all day and night. Plus, he wasn’t the best with personal hygiene. Not that I was complaining. Instead of washing his socks he just recycled them from his laundry hamper whenever he thought they weren’t smelly anymore (though they always were). In fact Caleb didn’t even shower that often - and his feet especially got smelly. I knew because every time he took them out of his moccasins or slipped his shoes and wet socks off after a run, I could smell his foot funk fill the living room.

It was amazing. And Caleb seemed nose blind to his own foot stink, which also worked in my favor. Whenever we hung out which was every night I could enjoy his rank foot odor without even having to get too close. I usually had to hide my boner under a couch pillow.

One night we were drinking and getting a bit high, I was sitting next to him on the couch on his left, when he mentioned that one thing he did not miss about my sister was that she was always complaining and nagging him about how bad his feet stank.

“Seriously she was always like, Caleb, your gross feet are stinking up the room, blah blah blah. I mean it’s not my fault I have smelly feet, ya know?” He said.

“Yeah for sure man, that sounds annoying,” I said.

“I mean, even after showering she said my feet still smelled. She’s try to buy me new slippers constantly but within a week she said they were ripe again. Oh well. I don’t even think they smell that bad, she was just exaggerating,” Caleb said. “I mean I’ve been living here for three weeks and it’s not like you’ve ever complained about my feet! So they can’t stink that bad, right?” He asked.

I gulped a bit. “Nah man they don’t stink, I’ve never noticed them.”

But Caleb looked at me a bit confused and laughed. “Haha really? I mean … I don’t think they’re bad enough to warrant all your sister’s nagging, but I know they definitely stink. You really don’t smell them? Even after I take off my moccs?”

“Seriously I don’t even notice them.”

“Oh, so you do think they smell bad, you just don’t care.” He shrugged. “You must have nostrils of steel. Hell I think I can smell them right now. You really can’t smell them?” He lifted his leg off the coffee table and held his huge foot right near my face.

Fuck. Caleb’s intense foot odor immediately wafted into my nose. Damn his huge foot smelled good! This was the closest I’d ever been to his bare foot. I’d thought about sniffing his feet while he slept since he’s a heavy sleeper but I always chickened out. I was transfixed by his incredible sexy sole, his toes. I couldn’t stop staring at them and was involuntarily taking his foot stink in with deep breaths.

Before I could even respond I heard him laugh. “Haha dude are you into that? I don’t think you can’t smell my feet — I think you LIKE the smell!”

I was caught! “Man Caleb sorry I don’t wanna be weird about it - seriously I don’t think …”

But he interrupted me. “Is that why you’re so chill with me bumming around your house? Because you get to enjoy my foot stink all day?” I thought for a second he was mad but instead he laughed again. “Man that’s crazy. Your sister couldn’t stand my feet and I guess you can’t get enough of them!” He stuck his smelly left bare foot in my face again. My eyes fluttered as I took another involuntary whiff of his foot funk. “Damn, my feet have really got you good, haven’t they?” He pushed his left foot even closer until it was half an inch away from my face … and I leaned in and pressed my nose right against his bare foot! His sole was soft and a bit moist and sweaty. He’d been wearing his moccs all day and they’d kept his feet extra smelly. I was finally sniffing Caleb’s smelly foot up close and it was all I thought it would be and more. I looked over at his cute handsome face. Looking into those sexy eyes filled me with embarrassment but also made me sniff even harder. Fuck Caleb’s fucking cute. And …. his foot actually stank more than I had fantasized it would! Fuck!

Caleb shook his head. “Man oh man … what are we gonna do now haha. What are we gonna do with you now …” he smirked at me as I grabbed his ankle and kept huffing on his bare foot. “What are we gonna do …” he shifted his weight on the couch … and used his other foot to tap my raging boner which I just noticed was stick straight up through my pants! “Boy oh boy what are we gonna do with ya…” he repeated as I sniffed one of his bare feet and he kept slapping my dick through my pajamas with his other. “You know I was looking for jobs this week, even got a few interviews lined up. Figured I would start working and find my own cheap apartment to get out of your hair. But I bet you don’t want me to leave, huh buddy?” I couldn’t even respond I was too enraptured by his foot stink! My hips were bucking involuntarily as his right foot started slowly massaging my cock. Fuck that felt good!!!

I whimpered “no Caleb - don’t - don’t leave …”, stammering between deep sniffs between his toes. Caleb chuckled. “Nah buddy I don’t think I will. How could I leave when you clearly need my smelly man feet this desperately? It would simply be wrong of me to deprive you of this.” He rubbed my cock harder with his right bare foot and I felt myself squirt precum. Then he used his toes to open the fly of my pajamas … “my my my what do we have here … alright buddy don’t worry I’ve gotcha … I know you need this.” And he used his foot and toes to release my rock hard dick through the flap in my underwear! He rubbed his huge masculine foot right into my precum and used it to stroke my dick, rubbing his sole against my shaft and clutching his toes nice and tight right around my dick head. Fuck!!! His foot felt incredible! I was bucking trying to hump his foot, the whole while keeping my nose buried in his left foot and inhaling his intense foot stink. I whimpered again “yeah … yeah Caleb … fuck I need that … you can’t … you can’t leave …”

Caleb shook his head playfully. “Don’t worry buddy, I’ve gotcha. I ain’t goin nowhere. That’s it. Just let my big foot take care of that for ya. You just keep sniffing that smelly foot nice and deep and you just let me take care of that dick of yours. That’s right let me massage that load out of ya. Bet my foot feels good against your cock, doesn’t it? Yeah my foot stink’s really making ya precum, isn’t it? Oh boy … no, I can’t leave. You need this. You need to let me live in your house for free - because you need my smelly feet in your face and on your cock. Alright buddy … oh boy are you about to cum? You’re gonna cum aren’t ya?” He tightened his toes over my sensitive dick head and stroked my shaft with his sole harder and pressed his other foot tighter onto my face. Fuck I couldn’t control it. His bare foot felt so good against my dick … his toes around my head ….. fuck I was bucking my hips trying to hump Caleb’s right foot harder … and I was desperately huffing up his foot stink. I felt it coming … it was coming … I looked at his handsome fuckin face as I sniffed his foot and I felt it coming ….

Caleb’s furrowed his cute brow a bit. “Oh yeah buddy … oh I can feel it, here it comes. I know you need this. That’s right, don’t worry, just keep sniffing my foot, I’m gonna get that load out of ya. That’s it … that’s it … hump my foot …. Yeah you like my toes around your cock? Feels good? Smells good?”

I was going wild. “Fuck Caleb! Your foot … stinks so good … oh fuck oh fuck …”

Caleb sped up his grip on my cock with his right foot and kept his left one on my face, tightening his toes around my nose. “Alright … Come on buddy, let’s see ya come … I know, I know you’re almost there …. Almost … almost …… And ….. thereeee we go.” I started cumming uncontrollably, shooting thick ropes of cum straight into his toes and huffing his foot stink through my nose and mouth. I came for what felt like five whole minutes, never taking my face off his smelly left foot, and he kept his right foot on my sensitive post-orgasm dick the whole time, gently rubbing my cum against it, making me shudder with pleasure at the intense feeling.

Caleb smiled. “Feel better buddy?” Then he lowered his feet. “Ya made a bit of a mess. But that’s ok dude. I’m very glad we cleared things up. It’s good to know I don’t need to find a new place any time soon, or pick up a job. I know you’ll take care of me buddy. And I’ll make sure to take very good care of you, too. Whenever you need it ...”

It was the start of a beautiful and mutually beneficial friendship. Every night I was rewarded for my hospitality with an incredible foot job, and Caleb’s sweaty smelly feet. Oh, I’d be keeping him around as long as I could.

[fetishlovinggay]

[pig-perv-paradise]

He had to be quick, him and his son just got home from working a long hot shift doing construction and his boy was busy using the bathroom. Working with him turned into quite the tease, seeing him strip his shirt off in the sun, his muscles getting all sweaty and fuck could he smell his boys potent pits. He knew he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take a whiff of his dirty boots too, find out for himself just how strong of a man his pride and joy is becoming.

So as he listened to his dumb muscle son blowing up the toilet, he shoved his face deep in the still warm boot hole and took a deeeeeep mind breaking sniff right where his sons big smelly feet were baking all day. Eyes rolling back letting out a moan that was muffled by the boot he greedily inhaled as much of the rich potent stink as he could, he was instantly hooked and all he knew was he needed MORE