Something Tells Me I Would Need To Become A Frequent Flyer On This Sexy Studs Airline! Foot Worship Away.

Something tells me I would need to become a frequent flyer on this sexy Stud’s airline! Foot worship away. Let’s make this as long a haul as possible Captain! Hot 🥵

While He sits there, flexes his gorgeous muscles and admires His handsome face in the mirror, all you can focus on are His huge, perfect, manly, meaty, dominant soles. You crave to be under them, and underneath Him, showing your subservience, avowing your inferiority. Down on your knees and beg to worship His enslaving feet, footsub! Good boy.

By far the best Daddy feet buffet imaginable. So worship-worthy and so supreme but where to start? So much to crave between meaty foot caressing, Alpha sole licking and chunky toe-sucking! I also love how none of them particularly look like they’d pay their adoring foot-sub any attention. And rightly so for it would be such a perfect treat to get to worship any of those fine men and their perfect paws. HOT!🔥 🔥

Daddy and boss feet

One look at His Alpha soles and you’re His. He knows all about the power He has over you. He clicks His finger and points down at the floor in front of Him. You move over and get on your knees. You look up at Him in all his Alpha muscle superiority. You are at one with your inferior reality.

You stick out your tongue and make first contact with that magnificent foot. It tastes so good. It feels amazing. Ecstasy tingles through your body as you submit and surrender to all you ever wanted to be.

He sips his drink and ignores you on His phone. You’re nothing but an insignificant slave as far as He is concerned. He lets you be who you always wanted to be and in return you worship Him day and night.

Most people would struggle to understand but the asymmetrical relationship you and your Alpha have fulfils every desire within you to subjugate yourself to a perfect specimen of Manhood. You groan in pleasure, your d**k is rock hard and you are happier than you could ever imagine.

“Thank you Master for existing. Thank you for letting me worship your perfect feet and super manly body. I’m forever grateful.”

“You’re welcome boy.” He replies, not even looking up from whatever has got His attention.

He knew what you wanted. He ensured you got it. Your existence was everything it was ever meant to be. You were alive.

Daddy and His Alphas with their enrapturing, meaty soles.

At Their feet, you find your ultimate peace. Under Them, under Daddy. Don’t fight the Hierarchy. You’re at the natural place you have always truly craved to be. Not a Daddy. Not an Alpha. Just a foot-obsessed beta slave. Why fight it? Who do you think you’re fooling? Feel it growing inside. Take your rightful position at Their glory. Give up. Give in.

You’re blessed to be in Their presence.

Now get worshipping.

Your new neighbour had heard a lot of unusual porn sounds coming through the walls last night without you knowing. You’d had a pretty wild Saturday on all the regular sites. You had tried just to have a chilled, quiet evening in with Netflix but around 10pm you got bored with yet another episode. So you grabbed a beer and went up to your office. It was an interior room with a comfy office chair and a towel and some lube ready and waiting. You spent hours and hours there, watching handsome Alphas (often looking a lot like him, tattooed biceps, manly faces, deep voices) taking off their socks, revealing their perfect soles and commanding you to jerk off for them. You normally put headphones on but last night for some reason you had completely forgotten. The old neighbours never seemed to hear…you hoped! If they had then they had never brought it to your attention anyway. Haha.

You never knew when this urge started but it was present all through school, university and beyond. You had had vanilla relationships, some really lovely, handsome older guys mainly. They treated you well as you did them and you ended up having flings lasting 1 to 12 months. But in the end all of them knew their vanilla cravings just didn’t fully do it for you. You were open about it from the start and they kind of just accepted when they accidentally walked in on you during one of your ‘special’ alone times. You were sad to let them go. Always. But that’s just how it was. So here you were now, good job, nice house, sorted, living in a nice street, just getting by, alone, minding your own business and being free to enjoy what you loved whenever you felt like it. It wasn’t conventional but you weren’t unfulfilled. It was fine.

The next morning he called up two of his mates (unbeknown to you) and pretended to come around, asking to borrow some sugar. Obviously you didn’t know it was a simple guise at the time. He initially showed up just by himself. The others must have been hiding around the corner in his back garden. You hadn’t seen them and your own eyes were immediately drawn to the handsome Adonis standing at your door anyway. He was just like so many of the guys you gooned over every night. Huge, ripped arms. Handsome chest. And thanks to the very clement spring weather he only had on a tight, casual, red t-shirt, very short sports shorts and a pair of sliders. He was probably still in the middle of unpacking. You had seen him moving boxes out of his van yesterday with his really cute girlfriend. They had politely greeted you as you went out yesterday afternoon to the shops to get some weekend drinks in. You thought he and she had seemed nice enough.

“Sure, sure. What are good neighbours for? Welcome. I’m Marcus by the way. Come on in.” You extended your hand.

He didn’t reply but did shake your hand. He just a pleasant smile on his handsome face and didn’t hesitate to come in.

Okay he was totally hot. Ripped body. Clearly a no bs type of man. It had been a while since you’d had such a manly man in your house! In fact, had you ever?

You beckoned him into your living room while he waited. You told him to sit on the sofa while you went into the kitchen to get some sugar. You got out a plastic sachet and started pouring the sugar out of your packet inside.

“Won’t be long,” you shouted to him.

“Yeah that’s fine, take your time.” He replied. The words were friendly but his tone was actually pretty hard. Controlling, almost.

The next thing you knew, you returned to the living room to find him in the middle of the sofa, flexing his biceps and in the process of taking his sock off his left foot. But, not only that…two other guys had joined him in the room, sitting on the sofa next to him! There was a sportier but sterner looking type to his right and a slightly younger, bit scrawnier but just as handsome in a more boy-ish way guy to his left. Out of the three, your neighbour was more what you typically went for but all three had their charms.

Your neighbour placed his de-socked sole onto your coffee table. His friends kept their socks on but each extended one leg to place a foot each of theirs upon the table too…

Your neighbour smirked, his younger friend was laughing, not in a stupid or immature way. Just manly chuckling. The sporty guy remained expression-less. Your neighbour clicked and pointed at the floor in front of the table. With no words needed, you knew exactly what to do.

You put the sugar on the side, immediately got down to your knees and placed your face at eye-level with his magnificent, dirty sole. He grinned more but his friends started looking a bit shocked perhaps, serious either way. They probably had no idea any guy existed who would willingly get down on his knees and start begging to worship their perfect feet.

You were down on your knees on the rug in your living room. Your neighbour pressed his dirty sole within an inch of your face. You inhaled every atom of the air and sighed with a release of pleasure. Without any instructions or discussion, you extended out your tongue and slowly started licking his salty glory.

Still nobody spoke any more, they just sat back and watched as you started worshipping and adoring the huge, manly sole in your midst.

Without thinking, you stopped for a second after his sole was completely glistening with your saliva, and in between his toes had been sucked until all the dirt had disappeared. You shifted your body slightly to the left and moved your face over to the white socked foot of his friend. Again, no words needed or time wasted, you buried your face into the manly scent and inhaled every molecule of manliness that you could. You looked up at his friend and then back up at him. You longed to remove this second Adonis’s perfect gym sock. Although less smily, and more discerning than your neighbour, his friend nodded and you proceeded to remove his white, fluffy sock. His sole was just as magnificent as the first, but in a slightly different way. A little less dirty, but sweatier and glistening with a beautiful array of wrinkles. You smiled, you sighed again in ecstasy, and you started having your beta way with this second straight Alpha who had also so unexpectedly had graced your morning with his feet and his presence.

Your 🦴 started getting rock hard in your loungewear trousers. It was hard to conceal how much in footbeta heaven you were. The guys didn’t seem phased by it at all. They looked nonplussed, looking on and looking down at you.

You thought it was only right to thank them for showing up so unexpectedly this morning and making this ordinary Sunday morning so magical.

You stopped for a moment. “Back in two secs,” you said.

You quickly went into the kitchen again and grabbed three beers out of the shiny, modern, new refrigerator you had only just bought. Thank goodness you had stocked up yesterday.

By the time you took the caps off and made it back into the living room, the third straight Alpha had also removed a black sock on His left foot. Right, left, left. Three incredible, manly soles awaited you. Stretched out, begging for your tongue, begging to be venerated by you and your special desire to feel weak beneath this particular kind of man. This time they had shifted so all three of them were a bit closer together. They put their three soles in a line. The three men clicked together and pointed this time. You handed these new foot Masters their beers then you moved back into position. All three soles now just inches apart from each other and inches from your face. Three at once! It simply didn’t get better than this. You had never done anything like it before. But you had seen enough videos in your time to know exactly how a good foot worshipping scene should play out. You lost yourself, stopped thinking, but remained as respectful as possible. You were no longer in a relationship of equals with these men but that was perfectly normal and they had seemed to slide into their Dom roles as much as you had as sole submissive numero uno!

The three straight Alphas toasted, clinking their bottles together.

Suddenly your handsome new neighbour finally spoke:

“Well guys. It looks like we have ourselves a new foot-servant. Doesn’t it?” He continued to smirk.

“A true, total footbeta.” The second replied, still serious-looking and harder yet just as handsome.

“Well don’t hog the footpig.” The third said, the more sarcastic of the three. “He’s barely touched MY perfect sole yet! Let him get my dirty, smelly, owning sole as wet as yours two, first.”

“You’re right, mate. You’re absolutely right.” The neighbour added.

And with that the three started chatting among themselves, almost completely ignoring you. You weren’t included in the conversation at all. Not addressed, nor acknowledged. All they did was collectively click and point to the sole of they guy they expected you to move onto. First off, the younger Alpha on the right waited for you to firmly plant his sole into your beta-slave mouth. You went a bit crazier on that one, now that the ice had been broken. Still hard as a rock, you quickly covered his sole in a thick layer of beta saliva. You licked up and down quite furiously. Then you really got on your hands and knees to position your mouth completely around several of his toes at once as his foot was a bit smaller and you sucked hard, as if it were a collection of 🍆 s. You licked, you blew, you kept sighing in utter pleasure.

They continued to talk and continued ignoring you, bar when the guy on the left had downed his first beer and gave you a little nudge with His magnificent, wrinkled, glistening sole and pointed back at the kitchen. You went back to get each a second round and then got straight back down to carry on. Centre, left, right, then all three at once. You were in foot paradise, sole heaven!

You were so hard as you gave each of the three soles its bath and its complete adoration. You wanted to touch yourself so badly. You started moving your hand down to rub your excited beta 🦴. You weren’t sure if it was allowed. You hesitated momentarily but thought it was worth a try. You started rubbing your bulge but your hunky Alpha neighbour immediately stopped mid-conversation with his friends.

“Er. Excuse me. Did we say you had permission to start touching that foot-obsessed penis of yours?…

“Well, did we?” Added the stern second one.

“Answer us now sub.” Added the third.

“No Bosses. Sorry. No you did not.” You blushed and removed your hand. You weren’t sure if ‘Boss’ was the correct way to address your new foot Doms but it seemed natural to say and none of them objected.

“It’s okay.” Said your neighbour in a slightly less harsh tone. “You’ll learn…foot freak. You’ll learn.”

The way they humiliated you and then He made you feel okay again. It was nice. You weren’t used to being among superiors and being told what to do. But you liked it. Usually it was you in charge of your team at work. It was a real relief to take orders, to be honest. You’d been craving it your whole damn footsub life, in fact. You weren’t about to mess up the chance to keep serving these three amazingly hot guys and their perfect man paws which had unexpectedly walked into your life and house this boring Sunday morning.

“Don’t worry fella,” said the third, seeing your expression and sensing you were fighting all of your urges not to jack off through how aroused both the worship and the control and obedience made you feel.

“We’re your superiors from now on,” added the stern second guy. “We tell you what to do. You obey us.” He clarified.

“Yes Bosses. I am so grateful Bosses. And so sorry for trying to touch my 🍆. Worshipping Your masculine, dominant, sexy feet and toes just does wild things to me. I can’t help it. I know I’m weird.”

“No boy, no, no, you’re not weird,” said your neighbour, taking you a little aback. “Haven’t you seen my sexy, beautiful girl yet? The one with the black hair. Looks a bit like a Kardashian from behind?” He laughed and his friends chuckled too. He clearly knew she was a knockout. Unsurprising he should be with such a 10, you mused in your head.

“Yes Boss, I saw her as you were moving your boxes in together yesterday.”

“Well, she’s my Goddess. She’s my Queen. I am mad about feet too, hers in particular. Just not rank, sweaty, smelly men’s ones like you. You total freak.” He added, all of them laughing even more, even the more serious one lightening up a bit. “See. I get it. I get what you need. She’s out shopping with our girlfriends, spending our hard-earned money. We’re just like you. We’re footslaves for our partners…and…We love it too!”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing! This kind of relationship, albeit with a woman, that you had always fantasised about, actually existed and it had even just moved in next door to you!

“Yes we f***ing do.” Added the serious guy.

“So, so badly.” Added the third.

“We will do anything to be able to worship, love and adore our Queens and their Goddess feet. Just as you have shown you would for us as your Gods. Feet are completely different in how they can subjugate men who are that way inclined.”

“Yes that’s totally right,” interjected the second, sterner one, “and we’re not stupid. We know guys like you also exist. We know there must be as many gays as straights into other Alpha men’s feet as we are into our Queens’.”

“Yes we’ve all got Twitter. We have all stumbled across a Dom man’s profile accidentally from time to time.” The third added.

“We’re all in committed relationships, living out our footsub fantasies. And when I heard that porn coming through the walls last night. Well. I immediately told my Queen and we both realised we’d moved in nextdoor to a kindred spirit. She immediately suggested I call up my friends and arrange to come around, unannounced, surprising you this morning. Said we should break the ice…you know, being good neighbours…haha.”

Your neighbour was speaking genuinely and nicely to you now. You were still on your knees at the three’s feet. But the initial testing of the water seemed to have passed and the boxing gloves were off, so to speak.

“Yeah man.” The third guy spoke again. “Listen I don’t tell a lot of people this. But when we get together with our Queens and we have a special night, shall we say?” He chuckled and the other guys did too and nodded. “Yeah, when we have a special night, sometimes our Goddesses can concoct some crazy games for us to play.”

“Yeah man.” Added the second sterner guy. “Totally. And f**k. Can I admit I really f**ing enjoyed it? I’m not a freak like this weird dude. Promise guys.” He laughed but looked a bit embarrassed now.

“No bro, it’s all cool,” your neighbour replied. “Yeah so basically let’s just say it’s not the first time we have come to enjoy each other’s feet as well as our Queens’. Every now and then. Sometimes our Goddesses decide they want to have a bit of fun with us that way. Yeah we f***ing love it. We’ll do anything they say.”

“Yeah we do man,” the second replied. The third also nodding.

“Look,” your neighbour added, “yes we are straight but for quite some time we have wanted to branch out a bit. So when my Queen and I heard you last night. We agreed. We said we have to see if you’d be up for some group fun. And so far so good I guess.”

“Yeah even though my bottle’s empty again.” Said the third guy.

“No worries guys. Wow this is just so much to take in. I had never really considered that straight guys could be so into feet like me too. I thought I must be the only one. I’ll go fetch some more beers anyway. This calls for celebrating! Back in a mo.”

“Good boy,” said the second guy. Out of the three, his sterner look and deep voice really turned you on. And to think all three, so manly and outwardly macho, were so submissive to their Queens behind closed doors. The world never ceased to amaze you.

By the time you got back to the sofa area with the extra bottles, you couldn’t believe your eyes! Your neighbour had stood up and was over by the doorway, his phone out. The other two were still on the sofa. But all three guys had taken off their tshirts. Oh my gosh! Two were ripped to f**k! The younger guy, thin but not too badly toned either. Three straight Adonises, half-naked, in your living room, knowing every deep and dark secret about you! Yet not treating you like a pariah. Just correctly as the footsub you had always craved to be. Was this real? You prayed you weren’t dreaming.

Your mouth opened slightly in shock and your hands nearly dropped the beers in excitement!

“F***ing hell.” You heard yourself saying uncontrollably.

“Haha, footboy, you like what you see?” Second stern guy said.

“Well you know exactly what to do to please us now.” Said the third sarcastically but not unkindly.

You went over and handed each their beers. You went back over to your position on the floor. The two friends clicked and pointed at their two magnificent soles on the table together, just crying out to be worshipped in unison. You wondered what your neighbour was doing but you didn’t care. As you started on the next round of licking, sucking and inhaling, your neighbour opened the front door and went outside to the front garden, still half-naked. Looking bloody amazing with his muscles all sinewy and commanding to be looked at and admired! He sat down on your little front garden table, sipping his beer and then his call came through so he started talking on there, inaudibly to you and the friends.

The other two caught you staring.

“Don’t you worry about him out there boy. He’s busy concocting the next part of the way this day’s going for us and you, you lucky, lucky footboy.”

“Yeah foot-puppy, just sit back relax, restrain yourself from touching your 🦴 and all will be revealed later.” The third added. Neither were exactly smiling but at least they were also totally into what was happening, weren’t at all judgemental of what you were doing and seemed just to want you to have a good time. They really seemed to be too! Thank God you were living in such heteroflexible times!

You obliged and left your neighbour to his call while you kept on adoring his friends’ glorious paws.

“Tell you what foot-puppy, you’ve earnt the other two, hasn’t he mate?” Said the third guy, reaching down to his other black socked foot.

“Yes he f***ing well has.” Agreed the second, stern guy, also reaching down to his other white socked foot.

You started quivering with excitement. Were you about to have all four of these glorious soles in front of and on your footbeta face? You had only ever seen such amazing, arousing situations on fake porn videos before. You never thought anything like this actually happened in life. And above all not in yours!

Suddenly four manly, meaty, enslaving soles were on the table in front of you. The two machos toasted, clinking their bottles again. The alcohol was definitely loosening them up too.

“Well don’t just sit there footslave, get on with what we came over for…” the second sterner guy commanded.

“Yeah pup. Come on pup. Good boy.” The third added.

It was interesting to you how each had a slightly different style of addressing you. You wondered if this reflected the sort of footsubs they were to their mistresses. It made you even more aroused to imagine the second guy being a bit more of the opposite of his everyday personality, maybe a disciplinarian type of footsub? Maybe he got spanked if he was out of line? Who the f knew? Haha. And the third, with the growing number of canine references, you started imagining him collared, being led around the room by his Queen, being called a “good boy” himself and earning his doggy treats in the form of foot worship time.

Yes, you could totally picture how these seemingly normal, hunky, straight guys approached their fetish sides with their Dommes. You yearned to know more.

It continued to turn you on and make your rock hard 🦴 ache as you were even beneath them. Naturally in the hierarchy. Gay footsubs had to come even lower than straight footsubs. Women had never been your thing and didn’t turn you on. But it didn’t bother you at all to worship other men who were in turn turned on by being submissive to their women. In fact it turned you on even more immensely. This morning had gone from unexpected to downright crazy. But you didn’t care. You just carried on showing all four of these handsome guys’ soles the adoration they deserved. You still wondered what the neighbour outside was up to and talking about. You could only imagine for now…

Would you be participating in some massive group-type scenario later?

Would you be worshipping your new foot Masters as they in turn were worshipping their Queens?

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

You’d stepped through the looking glass and it was all only just getting started. So hard. So aroused. So lost in worship. So excited and happy. You were totally up for letting this play out and seeing where it took you all, this random Sunday in April.

Had your new life started here?