Good night faggot.
When Jason moved in you immediately fell for him. He was everything you weren’t. He stands tall at 6’5 and trains hard in the gym 6 days a week. You’re 5’2 on a good day. You’re lean but that’s from running with no actual muscle to speak of.
Jason towers over you and you can’t help but be attracted to his size and power. He is always eating huge meals, having more in one sitting than you do in a whole day to ensure he fuels his muscles and continues his gains. Jason is a force to be reckoned with and happily throws his weight around to get what he wants.
Jason is also straight much to your disappointment. But Jason saw you as useful to serve him. Jason noticed your lustful stares soon as he moved in. He enjoyed them. He loved that you payed him attention and it boosted his ego. Jason also enjoyed the size difference between you. He loved that your eyes didn’t quite make his pecs that jutted out like a shelf from his chest. Jason wanted to dominate you.
So one night when you were home relaxing on the couch Jason stomped in reeking from a heavy workout. Jason didn’t shower as often as he should and given the size of him would work up a strong musk very quickly. Jason sat the other end of the huge couch you had and his feet came to be right next to you.
You couldn’t help but keep staring at his feet, they were huge and smelt amazing. Sitting next to him you tried to be discreet breathing deeply to inhale as much of his foot stink as you could.
“So you enjoy the stench of my stinky feet do you runt” Jason growled while he began wiggling his toes enhancing the smell further.
As you sat there looking extremely guilty Jason began to rub his feet into your face and began kicking you in the head “answer me boy, I know you love what you see” Jason crowed as he flexed one of his huge biceps “but enjoying my foot stink, that’s so nasty. You like the stink don’t you boy” he growled as you continued to endure Jason kicking you in the head.
“They smell amazing Jason” you admitted meekly.
“That wasn’t hard was it” Jason crowed arrogantly. “Get off the couch and lie on the floor now!” Jason demanded.
As you quickly complied you lay in front of the couch looking up at the ceiling. That was until Jason swung his huge feet over your face and slammed his right foot directly over your face. He then began grinding his foot roughly over your face repeatedly ensuring you knew your place as his foot slave.
As you lay there helplessly letting the big sweaty stud use your face like a doormat you knew you’d found your calling in life! Lucky little fag!




















