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You woke up, cleaned the house, got groceries, and meal prepped for the week. That is your weekend routine. He woke up, went to the gym, met another guy for a date and then went home with him to breed him. He came back at night to tell you all about it as you sucked his toes.
My roomie had me disassemble and sell the bottom bunk so he could set up a desk there. I was given a mat in the closet to sleep on. I was only alllowed to use the desk when doing his homework for him, and couldn’t touch the bed at all except to change & wash the sheets once a week. Eventually he requested that when I was in the room, I stay in the closet so I wouldn’t be in his way.
If he needed anything, he’d just shout out for it, like he was telling an Alexa to do something. So our communication mostly became one-way shouts of “Drink!”, “Footrub!”, “Shoulder Rub!”, or “BJ!” As i performed the task, he continued with whatever he was doing & I worked around his movements. When he wanted something cleaned up, he thought it was funny to announce it like a K-Mart announcement, “Clean up on the west wall!” or “Clean up at the garbage can!”
Tasks that required more explanation he preferred to scrawl on a post-it and stick to the inside of the closet door. Sometimes while I was in there. He’d just reach in and slap up a post-it with laundry instructions or homework assignments and a done-by date and time without saying a word. This allowed him to stay in his groove without breaking his concentration with a lot of small talk.
Of course we had the usual sign he’d leave on the outside of the door if he wanted privacy, but if I was in the room when he arrived, he’d just jerk his head toward the door and say “Privacy”. This was especially arousing when he had someone with him and they smirked at me scuttling out as soon as possible while he returned to his conversation with them.
Once we moved out of the dorms, he wanted an apartment with two levels so he wouldn’t have to work around me so much. So I dropped out of school and got a job to rent the first floor and basement of a place. After that, my chores came via e-mail and were mostly performed when he was out. He got into a relationship so he needed my physical services less.
I always looked back fondly on our early days, when we had that close connection and I got to see so much of his daily life. But I guess all relationships evolve over time…
Why else do you think you're here? Pay for my vacation and worship my feet. That's still a way better deal for you. Maybe I'll send the housekeeping away and have you clean everything.
keep licking and sniffing my Alpha Feet, worm ! No breaks for you except for 2 things : run to the fridge to get me a fresh beer ... or open your mouth to "recycle" the one's I drank earlier ...
When I need to dump my load, you’re nothing but a hole for it
And also your urinal when you need to pee
True. Same holes though.
You know my mornings consist of sipping coffee and fucking fags. And I’m almost done with the coffee.
No better way to start a Sunday morning than a good drain.
I met Leon at a bar on a Saturday night.
He was at the counter and I sat next to him. We talked until the bar closed. I woke up in his bed the next morning with his arm across my chest.
By the following weekend we were together.
In bed he was direct. He knew exactly what he was doing. He'd just bend me over and breed me.
He was vers but he never pushed me. Occasionally he'd ask me to top. I'd try, and it would be bad. I already knew I was bad at it. After a few minutes he'd reach up, hands on my hips, and turn me over without making anything of it. He'd slide back in and I'd feel the shame and the relief arrive at exactly the same moment.
He never said anything about it.
The foot thing started early. He'd noticed I got nervous when he touched me with his feet. Started resting his heel on my thigh when we sat together chatting. His feet on my chest while he watched something on his phone. His sole pressed to my face in the middle of sex.
Leon paid attention to what I responded to. He'd learn something once and remember it permanently. He'd let me finish to his feet sometimes, his sole against my mouth or his toes pushed between my lips while I jerked myself off.
Then things started to slow down.
I don't know exactly when I first felt it. We still ate together, slept in the same bed, still talked, still laughed. But in bed something had shifted. His attention was somewhere else. When we had sex it was quick and efficient. He'd finish and reach for his phone. I'd lie there.
I tried harder. It didn't matter.
One night I got desperate enough. We were in bed, lying there, and I reached for his waistband and started pulling his pants down. He pushed me away. Then he pointed at his foot.
"Just lick it and jerk off."
He pulled the sheet back up and turned on his side.
I went down and finished to his feet.
I didn't bring it up in the morning. He didn't either.
It kept happening.
I came home on a Friday evening, later than usual.
The lights were on inside. I could hear voices before I got the key in the door. Leon's laugh, and another one I didn't immediately place.
I opened the door and saw them on the couch.
Leon was leaning back, drink in hand, relaxed, enjoying himself. The guy next to him was from our gym. I'd seen him there enough times. Mike. I'd heard Leon mention the name once or twice over the past few weeks.
He was lean and young, curly dark hair. He had a drink too.
Neither of them looked up when I walked in.
I stood there for a moment. Then I set my bag down and sat in the armchair across from them.
"Hey"
Leon glanced over briefly. Mike didn't turn at all.
They kept talking. Leon said something and Mike laughed and leaned into him slightly. Leon didn't move away.
I sat there.
At some point Leon stood up. He said something to Mike I didn't catch. Mike stood too.
They went to the bedroom.
The door closed. I heard the lock a second later.
I sat there for another minute after the lock clicked.
I don't know what I expected. Some part of me was still waiting for the door to open again, for Leon to come back out and say something explain, acknowledge, anything. He didn't.
Then I heard Mike moaning.
I moved from the armchair to their couch. The wall between the living room and the bedroom ran directly behind it. I sat against it and listened.
Leon was the one moaning next.
I couldn't do that thing.
I don't know why I got hard. I sat there with my boyfriend's sounds coming through the wall. I listened and stroked myself and thought about the fact that Mike was doing something to Leon that I had never been able to do.
I came when they did. I fell asleep with my pants around my thighs, head back against the wall.
I woke up in the early morning with my pants still down.
I pulled them up and sat there for a moment. I got up and went to the bedroom door and knocked once. No answer. I tried the handle and it opened.
The room was dim, curtains still drawn. Leon and Mike were in the bed together, both in boxers, Leon half on top of Mike, Mike's arm around him.
I went to the wardrobe and changed out of my work clothes.
Then I saw Mike's feet.
They were at the end of the bed, rubbing with Leon's. Both together made me hard.
Leon looked at me for a moment.
"Did our feet make you hard, babe? Come suck our toes while we make out."
I didn't say anything. I got down on my knees at the foot of the bed.
Mike's sole was warm. I started there, pressing my mouth to it, running my tongue along the arch. He didn't look at me. I took his toes in my mouth while the two of them kissed above me.
I switched to Leon's feet and did the same. I stayed down there for a while.
"That's enough. Go make us breakfast. Don't come back in until I call you."
I got off my knees.
I pulled the door shut behind me and stood in the hallway for a second, then went to the kitchen.
I was getting eggs out of the fridge when I heard Leon start moaning again.
You thought all those stories about fags being beaten up and used as the town fag fuck hole down south we're just that, fake stories. So you moved down South to a small town and found a job at the local bank and thought this is nice, I'll be happier, it's nice and quiet I'm sick of the city, people here are friendly laid-back Southerners and probably much nicer and friendlier than up north. And it'll be less stressful. Well, after being there for 2 weeks you got beaten up four times. And one of those four guys started stalking you. He ended up beating you up 10 times. On the 10th time he said I'm going to keep beating you up until you're nothing but pulp unless you move into my house and become my slave. You take care of my house and all other duties having to do with my property. And you'll be thankful and you'll sleep in the crawl space under my trailer. You were terrified but you looked at him and said, you're kidding of course I wouldn't do that. He beat you down again worse than ever. Then he said how about now? You said yes Sir. Before you knew it you had sold all your stuff and broke your lease and moved in with him. Part of your job every day he came home from work was to kneel down at his feet and take off his work boots and sniff kiss worship and massage his sweaty smelly stinky socked feet. He only changed them like once or twice a month. He would take a nice nap and relax while you did that for however long he slept. Sometimes it could be half an hour, sometimes it could be 2 hours, and when he woke up he'd slap you across the face with his stinking socked feet and say go make my dinner faggot.
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"Don't you dare look me in the eyes, you disgusting faggot" he said
"And you’d better do your job with that tongue properly, because you wouldn’t like me telling Lax that you served me badly. Lick everything and don’t miss a single spot, bitch… We’ll see how useful you can actually be… I really got a good pump at the gym today, so clean it all thoroughly."
I knelt with my hands behind my back, just as he had ordered, trembling slightly from nerves and wild excitement. My faggot clit was trying to get hard inside the chastity cage. I started licking from the bottom of his thighs upward so I wouldn’t miss anything.
After just a moment I was sure he was very, very pleased — judging by his several long, low groans of pleasure.
"Don't you even think about stopping…" he growled. "What a disgusting, eager little slut you are…" he added while saving my number in his phone as I continued licking. "You’re going to be at my beck and call from now on. Lax just texted me that he agreed."
Thank you Sir @laxbr0sssss for always being an inspiration to my captions, I am so incredibly grateful to be able to worship you in this way!
You begged him for days. He found it strange, said no, didn't want to hear it. You kept asking. Kept finding ways to bring it back. He finally shrugged and said fine. Now he comes home, drops onto the bed, and puts his feet in your face without a word.
yes fag, I'm feeling generous today, I will let you take some sun... while you are of course on your hands and knees on the hot floor and you are attentive to my needs.... I won't say a word, so you will need to identify immediately any of my body movements to understand if I need a new drink, for you to reapply sunscreen, massage me, kiss my feet, suck my cock... you know, whatever I need... and any failure you will pay dearly: do you see the whipping post that I installed over there?... okay, get to work now, start licking my feet, slave.
Sure sign me up actually if u prefer I stay still and quiet too I suggest u zip me in my sleepsack and add a tapegag!
When He trains you so you don’t just respond when He gives you an order. Just a touch, nod, or look, and you know exactly what to do. Be His good trained pup.
Your new roommate makes you kneel on the ground whenever he’s in the room. You hate being powerless to stop him, but it also turns you on. Your little dick gets wet staring up at his massive back, his powerful arms, his thick ass and huge bulge. And he knows it.
The hierarchy is always clear once you are aware. Some know their place - and others need to be reminded of it.
Submit.
Be a good boy.
Obey.
Good place you got here. Not too expensive - since I'll be taking the rest of your income, of course.
