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@wornoutboys
You won't be smiling faggot when your arms start shaking from staying in my footstool position for a longer time. When you finally collapse I'll roll you over on your back and use your face as my footstool. And as you can already smell, I don't think I've changed these socks in a week. So fucking pathetic, not only that you let me do this, but that you ASKED me to do it. Fucking pig.
I do but I love it even more if I’m mummified or sleepsacked with my nipples exposed for tickling and forced deep sniffing sessions!
Ull have to hogtie or sleepsack me to worship those...better yet if they're really ripe and rank u should tape gag me and force me to sniff deep to breathe and just laugh as all I can do is squirm and sniff...lick if lucky
Jason looked up from the floor at his cousin. He had came over for a party his cousin Tyler was hosting. He remembers having a little too much to drink. The rest of the night was a complete blur. He found himself tied up on the floor beside Dean's bed. He started to wonder why he was currently tied up. His last complete memory was of having a great time at the party. He didn't even remember laying on his cousin's floor.
"Why am I tied up?" Jason asked, waiting for his cousin to untie him.
"I see you don't remember last night entirely." Dean smirked as leaned his legs over the side with his feet closer to Jason's face.
"I remember some of the party, which was great. But as to how I got like this, I don't remember." Jason paused. "I really had a lot to drink." He added, still trying to free himself from the ropes.
"Well, let me fill in that foggy memory of yours." Dean smirked again while showing the middle finger. "After everyone had left, it was just you and me on the couch. You kept staring at my feet, so I dared you to do something about it. Do you know what you did next?" He asked his cousin still tied up on the floor.
Jason secretly had a foot fetish. One of his fantasies was worshipping his cousin's hot feet. He honestly would never do it knowing his cousin's dominant personality. He would take advantage of that. Yet, if he was drunk enough, he would not be able to contain himself.
"If I did what I think I did, it wasn't real. I was just messing around with you." Jason said, trying to convince Dean it wasn't a legit fantasy come true.
"You got on the floor and started kissing my socked feet and sniffing them. At first, i thought it was hilarious, but when you said this was always your fantasy to be at my feet.." Dean paused. "I thought why not have you as my foot slave and foot sub, especially since you wanted my feet so badly." He laughed.
"It's not true. I was drunk and was lying." Jason replied trying to cover up the obvious truth.
"I think you are lying. Your dick was so hard from kissing and sniffing my socks, that you even started licking them." Dean said, rubbing both feet over Jason's face. He continued to rub despite Jason poor attempt to move his face.
With both feet rubbing and resting on his face, he tried to resist. Yet the smell of his cousin's feet made him so horny. He tried to play it off that he didn't want it, but he was in a strange way enjoying being dominated by Dean's feet. He started to get hard the more he sniffed his cousin's feet.
Dean laughed as he saw Jason get rock hard with his face under his feet. "Your dick says you are lying."
"Okay, I admit it. I have secretly wanted to worship your feet." Jason reluctantly admits. "Now untie me." He requested.
"Not yet, my little foot slave." Dean said. "My fun isn't over." He added.
"I am not your foot sub or slave." Jason replied.
Dean took his phone and opened up a video. He showed it to Jason.
Jason saw himself completely slaving over Dean's and calling his cousin Master Dean. It was at least ten minutes long before Dean stopped recording him. He felt slightly embarrassed.
"You was at my feet for almost three hours." Dean paused. "And that was just a ten minute long video. I wonder what our friends would think about it?" He smirked.
"You wouldn't dare..." Jason said, not wanting anyone to see him like that.
"You want to try me, foot slave?" Dean said with a serious look. "Tell me who I am and what you are, or else I send this to Trey." He threatened.
Jason definitely didn't want that to happen. Trey would tell everyone if he saw that video. There would be no end to his embarrassment. He knew his cousin would do it if he didn't comply.
"You are Master Dean, and I am your foot slave." He said in a defeated tone. "Now can you untie me?" He asked again.
"My foot slave, my rules," Dean said as he grabbed the stinky socks he had on last night. He stuffed them into Jason's mouth and duct taped his mouth shut. He then rubbed his bare feet over his face for at least ten more minutes before getting up to shower. He left him there tied up and gagged. "I will release you at some point, but only when I am ready, foot slave." He laughed as he went to his bathroom.
Jason was forced to lay tied up and gagged at the mercy of his alpha dominant cousin. He showed that he was happy about it, but secretly he was enjoying every moment. His fantasy was coming true. He was his cousin's foot slave like he always wanted to be. He would never admit that to him, at least not yet.
Yeah that's right faggot, stick your face in my sweaty stinking socks and sniff pig. Why else would I call you over? And don't fuck with me cuz I had a shitty day at work. Believe me I'll crush your fucking face under my stinking socks in a second. Before you start run in the house and get me a beer and some pussy porn. If I jerk off I might let you lick my cum off the ground ass wipe. And maybe we'll play the game where I spit all over the ground and you crawl and lick it up. I got a lot of frustration today and that's what you're here for homo.
I love getting a facial.
Kriech her Schwule Sau und drücke deine fresse in unsere stinkenden Fußsohlen!
Any boot lickers out there?
The flight is delayed until tomorrow morning faggot. If you're going to keep staring at me get over here down on your knees and massage my sweaty stinking socked feet or I'll fucking beat you all night into a pulp.
"Alright sub. you know the drill. Take the boot off and sniff... good boy. Now, plant your face on the bottom of My foot and bask in it. Show Me some gratitude for letting you stick around and be my little housekeeper. I worked a double shift at the warehouse today, and what did you do? Remember, you only get three mess-ups before I punish you.
Alright, let's see... From here, I can spot a dirty coffee mug on the counter. you had all day to clean that up for Me, it should be in the dishwasher, if not fully washed, dried, and put away. That's strike one. you'll take care of that when we're done here.
Moving on. you've got My dinner in the oven, but it's not ready...it should have been ready to serve when I walked in the door. A Man shouldn't have to wait for His sustenance, sub. Strike two.
Strike three is just because I can...just because I want to. It'd be a shame to let these socks go to waste after I worked so hard to get them so funky. Here's your punishment: open your mouth and put it right under My toes, and breathe in deep with your mouth. That's right – inhale my stank. Just suck all that filthy, sock-filtered air into your mouth. No licking, just breathing. That's what a Man's day smells and tastes like.
Alright, here's how the rest of your night is going to go. After you bring My dinner to the table and serve Me, you can lay under the table and just inhale My sock sweat with your mouth while I eat. After dinner, I'll put one of the socks in your mouth to marinate for a couple hours. I guess that's your dinner tonight...my cheesy, sweaty socks. Maybe tomorrow, you'll be motivated to do better.
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