Damn, Thats Good Boy, Your Master Said, Chomping Down The Food Youd Dutifully Made Him While He Was At

“Damn, that’s good boy,” your master said, chomping down the food you’d dutifully made him while he was at the gym, building up a shimmering sweat, “You’re getting good at these meal preps.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, bowing, “Helping you get nice and big and strong by keeping you fed is my job, sir.”

“That’s right boy,” he said, rice spilling out of his mouth sloppily as he answered in between scoopfuls of food, “Now, my feet need a rubbing and a cleaning.  They’re tired.  Go enjoy your meal while I enjoy mine.”

He had been your trainer at first when you’d signed up at the gym for the first time, but it didn’t take long for his masculine aura to overpower you and turn you into a little begging bitch.  You’d always considered yourself pretty masc, but he knew as soon as he saw you he knew what type of faggot you were and exactly what buttons to push.  Your urge to serve his monster feet slowly won you over.  Before you knew it, you were in an apron in his kitchen naked, happily cooking up his chicken and rice while he drank beer on the couch in exchange for your training.  No matter how clean you got them, they were always dirty the next day, always coated with a sheen of salty sweat for you to lap up.  Once you were done, you got to press your face into his huge, sweaty feet, licking your way up his massive muscular calves as his musky foot scent filled your brain, just in time for him to crush your head between his huge thighs while you sniffed and licked his balls like the good pup he’d made you into while he watched sports.  Afterwards he’d pull you onto his pillow pecs and let you lick the sweat out of his pits while pinning you with his huge biceps.

At night you had a few sleeping places depending on his mood; stuck under his feet at the end of the bed like a good pup, or tucked under his pit, breathing in his gym pit odor or sweaty feet all night long, letting his alpha odor reprogram you, driving your obedience deeper.  He’d kept you like this the first few nights when you still remembered your life before him.  But after a few nights of that you were totally rewired and your only thoughts were of your new, happier life as his wife.  Things were just so much easier when you let a real man take charge and make all your decisions for you.  Every now and then he let you sleep with your face pressed against his meaty balls, letting you greedily soak in the pocket of warmth emanating from them and his huge beefy cock while you nuzzled against his thick bushy pubes.  Every morning you woke him up worshipping whichever spot you awoke in.

Working out was so rewarding.

Oh damn

Sleepy Sunday

your ex had invited you over for a party. it had been a while since you’d seen each other; you’d dumped him and had a string of fights about him wanting to get back together. You were ready to move on; even though you did miss some parts like the sex and subbing for him, he was pretty unhelpful, messy, and didn’t pay too much attention to you unless he’d wanted sex.  It was hot, but you wanted more of a connection with someone more supportive.  You put up with it for a long time, never actually thinking you’d leave him, till one day you just lost it and exploded on him.  And life had been so much better since without him dragging you down all the time.  You felt free, finally.  And you were in a much better, happier relationship now.  Regardless, you didn’t hate him, were trying to get back on good terms and appreciated the gesture, even though part of you felt like you should just stay home.

The party was winding down and only a few of your mutual friends were still there. Everyone was on the couch watching tv, pretty beat after a night of drinking and smoking. You noticed your ex staring at you for a while, but didn’t return his gaze. You didn’t want it to get weird. Suddenly, he kicked off his boat shoes and stretched his leg out on the couch towards you, placing his big, meaty foot only a few inches away from you. That got your attention. Sweat broke out over your forehead. That’s what he used to do to signal he was ready for his feet to be worshipped, usually after a run or a workout or a night drinking. You loved when he stretched his manly, sweaty foot out for you to suck on, while he told you how lucky you were to be licking the glistening musk off his toes. You never could resist. But there were people here! What was he thinking?! 

You looked at him finally, and saw the same burning fire in his eyes he used to look at you with when he’d dominate you. Your eyes fixed on his and he grinned smugly, knowing what he was doing to you. Knowing the gesture looked totally ordinary and harmless to everyone else in the room as it sent you into a fevered rush, fighting for control. 

You looked away, but your eyes just landed on his beefy, thick calves, swelling with muscle. You remembered how the thick hair felt as you’d run your hands through it. You looked straight, trying to ignore what was happening to you. You saw him wiggle his toes invitingly out of the corner of your eye, and strained to look away. But eventually the smell hit your nose. The smell was always what got you. That’s how the tradition of stretching his leg out started. Even on nights when you hadn’t been in the mood, once you got a few whiffs of the musky, manly stench his feet let off, you’d be on all fours, naked, begging to inhale and lick them. 

It started to seep into your nose and you felt that familiar, old fog coming over you. “No” part of you thought, but your body was on autopilot now, seeking out things it knew would make it overflow with pleasure. The smell filled your mind deeper and deeper, and you knew you were hungry for it. Turning back into his sub. After finally breaking up with him and holding out so long, he’d gotten you again. You’d had a chance to get away, but now he was making you his again.  Being friendly had all been part of his plan.  He had wanted this all along.  

What was worse was that deep, deep down inside you, part of you had wanted this all along too.

He wiggled his feet again and your neck snapped over to look at his beautiful, meaty toes, glistening with a sheen of sweat where the light hit them.  So delicious.  So suckable.  You needed them in your mouth. You looked at him again. “Miss me?” he mouthed, giving his foot another little shake. 

You reflexively flew over to him, the words “yes Daddy” flying off your lips, disregarding everyone else in the room as you sniffed and kissed his big feet.  Uncomfortable, everyone quickly left.

“You're gonna be my wife now.  I’m not letting you get away this time.  You’re gonna serve me for the rest of your life.  Now lick, boy.”

“Yes, Daddy.  I missed you so much, Daddy,” you said between licks, your body screaming with pleasure as it re-experienced the sweet, salty taste of his sweaty feet for the first time in a while.  They were still warm from being in his shoes- just how you liked them.  Nice and hot and smelly.

“There’s my boy,” he said, voice ringing with power.  It washed over you in waves, activating old instincts deep inside you, guiding your tongue over his body just like the old days.  His strong hand brushed your hair, sending relaxation and warm tingling through you. “Can you believe you ever wanted to leave me?”

“I’m sorry Daddy; I was being dumb and selfish.  All I really want is to serve you.”

“That’s right boy,” he said, hoisting you up onto him.  His strong hands moved over your body, claiming it, sending ripples of pleasure though you. “You said you didn’t want to put up with my shit anymore if I remember, right?  But you do, don’t you?”  His hand pinched your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as you tried to respond. “You want to put up with all my shit, forever if it means you get to lick these sweaty feet, right?”

“Yes Daddy,” you moaned out, collapsing into him, pulling him close, hungry for his familiar warmth.  He held you close, your body melting into his strong grip letting his hands explore as they wanted.  He whispered softly in your ear as he held you, reminding you to think about how right it felt to re-submit to him and how he needed his little sub back.  “I missed you too girl,” he said, his big, manly hands moving to your ass, caressing it.  You shuddered at the warmth flowing into you from him as the caress turned into a tighter grip.   “I’ve had to do all my laundry, cook all my dinners.  All the things I loved about you.”  You slowly lost yourself in his words, in his touch, surrendering into the warmth that emitted from him and that he created in you.

“Don’t worry sir, I’m here to take care of all of that for you now,” you said, “I’m here to serve you, just like I should as your good boy.  I love you.  I love worshipping you.  Serving you pleases me,” you said, completely broken.  Any resistance you had was gone.  You were his again.  

He could tell.  “Take your cock out boy.  I want to show you something.”

You obeyed, your beta body immediately complying to orders from an alpha.  He pulled his thick, strong hammer cock out too.

“Feel mine”, he said.  

You did, relishing in the familiar feeling.  It felt so different than yours, bigger and stronger.  

“You feel that difference boy?  That’s the difference between a man and boy cock.  That's why you serve me.  Because your body recognizes a superior and knows its role is to obey.  Knows who owns it.  Right?”

“RIght, sir.”

“Compared to this,” he said, his big hand closing around your small cock, His grip was so strong, not just physically but mentally.  LIke he’d gripped your mind, your will, instead of just your cock.  You felt yourself submitting further, becoming totally open to him.  He could do whatever he wanted to you now.  You were helpless, but you loved it.  Loved feeling him taking control of you; loved feeling all the thoughts empty from your head, ready to be filled with new orders.  Daddy’s orders.

"This is a boy cock.  Cuz that’s all you’ll ever be.  Even if you dumped me, you’d just find another guy to make you serve him.  Because that’s all you really want.  Right boy?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Right.  So you’re not going to try to get away again, right?”  

“No Daddy.  I just want to stay here with you now.”

“That’s right boy,” he said, giving your cock a firm tug, “Daddy owns you and this forever now.  Tomorrow morning I’ll break you again, and we’ll send your new boyfriend a video of you begging and pleading to suck on my feet to let him know you guys are over, ok?”

“Ok,” you said pleasantly.  You didn’t know who he was talking about, anyway.

“Now give me your hand.”

“My hand?”

“Daddy needs to put your ring on.”

“Ring?” you asked.

“Yes, ring.  Didn’t you know what this party was for boy?  We’re engaged now.  Soon you’ll be my happy little wife for the rest of your life.”

I’ m sure he would like a tongue massage on his beautiful feet …

Scrappy vs Mark muscle

You weren’t comfortable with the open relationship at first.  But after your Master made you sit back and watch him turn this jock into his bitch, he called you over to clean off the jock’s sweaty feet while he enjoyed a drink & you realized maybe there really were some benefits in this for both of you.  Serving the man who your boyfriend just fucked in front of you, who just cucked you, was a whole new level of humiliation...and you loved it.  He just fucked the man you loved, and instead of fighting him like any man would, you were down on your knees being used as a footrest while you served him, licking and sniffing up the sweat off his big, musky feet, lost in his stench.  Whatever him and your boyfriend had done, this new guy had humiliated you, and that was all it took to kick your sub brain into high gear.  The deepest, most instinctual parts of your brain didn’t know or care about the context or the reason, all it knew was that there was another man in front of you who had made you a beta, and that this superior man needed to be worshipped.  Sub brains don’t respond with anger, they respond with more subservience.

Your boyfriend knew that would happen, of course.  You loved seeing the glean in your man’s eyes as your slurped away at his new fucktoy’s feet,  His satisfaction knowing he controlled you so completely that watching him with this new guy didn’t make you jealous..it turned you on even more.  Knowing he had been right again, because yet another thing you had resisted so long was now filling you with waves of blind heat and pleasure, whether you wanted them or not.  Knowing now you’d finally shut up and let him fuck whoever he wanted, like he deserved, and then throw you his scraps to turn your whines into moans.  

Daddy was right.  A cock as powerful as his couldn’t be satisfied by one person.  He needed to spread his seed.  You just wanted to keep him and his cock happy at first, but now he'd found a new way to turn you on and control you.  He’d broken you on a new level.  

But Daddy always knows best, after all.

You like being in the middle.