Last Month, You Listed Your Spare Room In The Classifieds. You Needed The Extra Money, Because You Were

Last month, you listed your spare room in the classifieds. You needed the extra money, because you were saving up for a new car.

You chose to put the ad on a new gay website that your friend had told you about. Who knew? Maybe the man of your dreams would be just around the corner? It was worth a try.

You chose your best picture and put as many key details as you could think of. Good job, good neighbourhood, friendly, sane, sorted, pretty normal guy seeks a reliable lodger. What more could a sensible person looking want?

The guy who responded first was too young, fresh out of college, on a temporary job contract, too unsure of his future prospects. The second was too unfriendly - impolite, no manners, demanding lots of unnecessary information…no; something just didn’t appeal straight away. Then as soon as Number 3 came through, you just knew it had to be Him. His job was just listed as ‘freelance’, but that could mean anything, right? His message was pitched just right, the rest of His profile was too; His tone exuded confidence, without being over-arrogant…and okay…His pictures were nothing short of perfect. He had a stocky build, a devilishly handsome face, and His eyes were captivatingly charming.

You wasted no time, quickly responding, being sure to impress on Him that He seemed ideal. He seemed happy with the reply, and very interested, so you and He arranged for Him to come for a viewing the next day.

You spent the best part of that Saturday cleaning the floors and surfaces, tidying up the general clutter, making the place look the best it possibly could. Then you moved onto yourself, taking a long, hot shower, using your special soap and shampoo, finishing off with a shave, followed by generous sprays of your favourite cologne. You dressed smart-casually. An expensive black polo shirt, coupled with smart but tight-fitting grey chinos. You were ready…

The doorbell rang, and He announced His arrival. His voice was deep, sexy, and undeniably powerful. You buzzed Him in and told Him to come to your floor. You felt nervous but excited. You felt inside that something about this moment was just right.

He knocked, and you ran to the door to open it. “Don’t be too keen. Don’t come across as too needy,” you thought, so you took a deep breath and relaxed just a little. And there He was.

Not too tall, not too short. Button-down, short-sleeved shirt, open just enough to get a good eyeful of the top of His pecs which were encased and bulging out of the well-fitting check material. His biceps filled out the sleeves, and His jeans similarly left little to the imagination! You were noticeably taken aback by this Adonis waiting to walk into your apartment, but tried to remain cool. He didn’t smile but wasn’t unfriendly. He shook your hand, firm grip, decent posture. You introduced yourselves. You signalled for Him to come in and He already said that He really liked the area and that His first impression of your tastefully decorated entrance and living room was exactly His taste too.

You gave Him a tour, explaining this and that. He made the right noises, complimenting your choice in kitchen cabinets, His future mattress, and the stainless-steel rain-shower in His bathroom, to name just a few.

Once His tour was complete, He said He definitely wanted to proceed. You were undeniably delighted, a big smile across your face. You invited Him to take a seat on the sofa, suggesting you could talk a while to get to know each other better, and you offered Him a drink in the process. He gladly accepted and moved over to sit down.

You went over to the kitchen and opened up the fridge. “Beer, wine, or something stronger?” You asked without turning around…“Beer” he replied, no ‘please’, yet not coming across as rude.

You shrugged as you grabbed two and went to the drawer to fetch the bottle-opener. You removed the caps, and turned around…

Whilst you had been busy, He had certainly made Himself at home! His shirt was off and He motioned for you to come over.

Startled, you hesitated slightly. An innocent viewing had suddenly turned into something very different! It had been a long time since a topless hunk had been between these four walls, and such a handsome one, probably never! You took a breath, recomposed yourself, and decided to go with the flow.

You walked back over to the couch, trying your best to keep your calm. You held out His beer, He took it, and you went to sit down on the armchair with yours. As you tried to go over to it, He took you completely by surprise:

“No, listen, I think your place is quite clearly on the floor from now on.”

“What the f**k?” You thought. “What the hell was this muscled stranger on about?”

“Umm…what exactly do you mean?” You replied, trying to sound confident, at the same time also conveying your shock. You presumed He was leading to asking you to give Him head. It was a little bit forward and unexpected. No. You were right to seem surprised.

“What do you mean, Sir?” He replied, a new air of authority enhancing His gruff voice and attitude. “Say it back…”

You looked at Him, perplexed and puzzled. He remained unfazed.

“Repeat after Me. What…do you mean…Sir?” He repeated.

“Was this guy for real?” You asked yourself. It didn’t make any sense. Should you follow His orders? This was far from any male-on-male encounter you had ever known or experienced from hereon in!

He reacted quickly to your lack of understanding: “Disappointing.” He added a look of displeasure covering His face. His eyes looked angry for the first time, and His body language seemed very different all of a sudden.

You decided to ignore the last bizarre few minutes and went to sit in the armchair, as you had intended. You looked at Him, wondering if you had let a perfect psycho into your place, and therefore into your life.

The atmosphere became very awkward. He sat there topless, not saying or doing anything, let alone taking a sip of His beer. His anger had turned into a complete lack of emotion. But damn, He was still so sexy. You felt an urge to break the ice. You spoke:

“Look, I’m sorry. I have no idea what just happened. It makes no sense!”

“You said to have a drink and get to know each other. Well, living with Me, I wanted to give you an idea of how it would be. I’m not kidding around. Don’t you like what you see?”

“Hell yeah. You’re so damn hot. Your body’s fire! And you seem like a great person to boot. I was so happy when you answered my ad and that you seemed to have loved the place. It’s just the last few minutes have been very strange. I have no idea what you mean or want exactly…”

“No, of course you don’t. I went a bit too fast, I apologise. Let’s just carry on with that conversation, for now. Take your shirt off too though. I want to see my new landlord in all his glory, okay?”

That sounded a lot more reasonable. Without questioning it further, you followed His suggestion. It did feel so good to be getting intimate with Him. There was undeniable chemistry, despite the strange moment which now seemed to have passed.

“You’re right, that feels better.” You said, sipping your beer and trying to reinsert a relaxed feeling in the room.

“You’re right, that feels better, Sir.” He replied. “Say it back.”

As he uttered these sentences, He looked directly into your eyes. His were so deep, so mesmerising, you forgot what was going on nearly entirely. It was rare for you to abandon control of yourself, but the authoritative tone, coupled with His Alpha physique, and His arresting gaze, and the effect of the alcohol, all meshed into one and a tangible shift occurred. You could feel it, and you really believed that He did too. Suddenly He softened again, and it was like a weight had lifted. You found yourself saying, much to your disbelief:

“You’re right, that feels better, Sir.”

As soon as the words left your lips, you were dumbstruck. “Seriously, what the F had just happened?” You panicked. He, on the other hand, suddenly had such a handsome grin across His face. As if He had orchestrated the whole damn affair and was taking pure delight in your confusion, followed by your (Freudian?) slip.

“Very, very good.” He exclaimed. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it, boy?”

“Boy?!?” Your mind was lost, listening, but not believing. Had you let a deranged lunatic into your home? What was happening? Trying to fight was met with a weird yet comforting desire to let go. This man didn’t seem like a classic manipulator, nor an evil person. He just seemed to know exactly what He was doing, thinking, and saying.

He looked on as you said nothing and tried to process everything that was happening. He still seemed unfazed. No, in fact, He seemed completely at ease, or even ‘at home’, if you will.

“That’s good, boy. Sir will take care of everything from now on.” He launched in. He clearly felt that His entire grip on the situation was, from now on, in full effect. You felt confused, but not scared, and also unable to do anything but keep listening.

You found yourself nodding, still unaware of what exactly your mind and body was thinking and doing, but equally unable to stop.

“Very, very good, boy. It really is time for you to get on the floor, now.” And with that, He clicked His fingers and pointed at the bit of carpet in front of Him.

It kept on being a blur, but your ability to analyse the craziness of the situation had well and truly been erased, temporarily or otherwise. Before you knew anything else, you got back up from your chair.

“Master is very pleased.“ He continued. “You’ve made the right choice. Good boy.”

When he uttered the words ‘Good boy’ something tingled down your spine. Nobody had ever really shown you such downright praise, in such a pure and frank way. He saw the effect it had on you, and He smiled.

“Come here, boy. Get on your knees.” And you did. “Yes, that’s it. On your knees in front of Me. And look at Me. Look at My Alpha face. Look at My Alpha body. You’re a real catch. But from the moment I read your message, to the moment I walked into the apartment, I just knew, through and through beta energy if ever I saw it. There’s chemistry between us, undeniably. There’s something special. But I am telling you, you’re destined to be with Me, at My feet, and as My sub. Tell me, is this making any sense, boy?”

As He pronounced His words, His gaze bore deeply within you. His eyes drove into yours. His energy transferring from Him to you. The shift in dynamic kept intensifying, and intensifying, and something inside you felt helpless to do more than listen, follow His direction, and agree. So you nodded.

“Yes, Sir. Yes, Master. Yes, Alpha.”

“Wow! You have picked that up tremendously fast, my boy. You knew just what to say without me even telling you any more. I’m so happy right now. You are going to make Me, no, you’re going to make Us, very proud. I just know it. We’re about to enter a relationship that you have probably never experienced before, so I am going to need you to trust me. Can you do that, My good boy?”

“I hope so, Boss. I really do.” You replied. Never in a million years would you have believed that you would be there, in that situation, in your own apartment, agreeing to go forward with a M/s relationship with a near-stranger, centering around such a type of kink that had never even come across your radar before. But here You both were, and here it looked like you were staying.

“Good boy,” He said, patting you on the head. “I promise I will take care of you, and treat you right. Better than anyone else has before Me. This can go really well, if you just do what I say, don’t question, and let yourself go so you can enjoy the ride. Can you do that for me, boy?”

Instead of replying, you just let out a sort of ‘Mmmm’ sound, it felt so nice to let go to this perfect Man, with His perfect energy, and you found yourself nestling into His legs, from down there on the floor, as you did so. It sounds strange but nothing unusual felt like it was occurring within you. In fact, it already felt so normal.

“That’s My good boy. Now go get Master the rest of the pack of beers. Then you can settle down as My footstool while I turn on the TV and relax in My new place. How’s that sound?” As He said these suggestions, He kept stroking you as one would a puppy. He seemed genuinely like a caring Man about the place who knew just what needed to be done. It felt unnatural to do or say anything other than agreeing. So off you went, extracting the rest of the pack from the fridge…

By the time you got back to the sofa again, He had removed the rest of His clothes, all except His underwear. He demanded that you place the beers next time and strip down as well, He would stay in boxers for now, but you would be naked, though you could keep your shoes. With the way this evening had been going, you chose to keep obeying Him, and did so right away.

“Good, obedient houseboy.” He said, more gruffly than ever. “You’re already exactly what I had in mind for you. That really didn’t take long. And that really makes this Alpha Master Boss so happy. All that’s left to do, is to get down on all fours and show Me how much you really are capable of becoming My footstool. I promise you’ll love it. Have I been wrong so far tonight, boy?”

“No Master, no Sir. You certainly haven’t. Thank you for being in Your new home. Thank you for opening my eyes up to new possibilities. I don’t know what’s happening, but all I want to do is obey You.”

“Good boy. I promise that’s exactly as nature intended it. Sometimes Alphas like Me just know when a beta crosses Their path. And with you, I could tell instantly. Anyway, enough talking for now. You’re going to be My little footstool. And objects don’t talk. Haha!” With His chuckle, He lifted His big, manly feet into the air, and was clearly waiting for you to get underneath them.

Without further ado, you got on all fours. From the moment you were down there, underneath Him, something inside felt like it completed you. And from the moment His feet made contact with your back, everything just felt so right. It was incredible to think just how quickly this evening had developed, and just how quickly you had melted into His Alpha gaze. But it just didn’t feel necessary to question anything at all from then on.

What’s more, this decision was doing more than just making you feel comfortable. In fact, it was making you feel so very damn aroused. Before you knew any more, your c**k was growing into a semi. Was your new Master aware? It was pretty hard to hide, given that you were naked in front of Him!

He surely must have been aware because He started rubbing His feet up and down your back. The more friction that took place, the harder your 🍆 became. He still wasn’t talking, instead He kept looking at the TV screen. But He knew what He was doing.

You were there as a human pouffe, so just as He said, you knew better than to say or do anything. You wondered how long He would keep you there, getting harder and harder. You decided to dare a look up at Him. Then you saw that He was just as hard as you were, albeit encased in His tight briefs. And what’s more He was touching Himself. He, the Alpha, was enjoying the special first moment of bonding as much as you, the beta, were also unexpectedly doing so!

He looked down and saw that you were looking at Him. He tutted a bit: “Naughty foot-stool, looking up at Me. You should already know that’s not allowed. My good object boy, already being bad. This won’t do!”

With that He instructed you to roll over so you were on your back. Now you really were scared, and regretted deeply giving into your urge to see what He was doing. However He seemed unfazed still. He was also still touching Himself, as He swigged the last drop of beer from Him bottle. He placed it on the table and proceeded:

“This is what happens when My beta footstool looks at me without asking.”

Now, with you on your back, He placed His big soles over your face. The feeling was utterly sensational. It was one thing having His Alpha paws resting on you. Now here they were, engulfing your face. You breathed in, you smelt His odour. You breathed out, your d**k ached with excitement.

“Look at just how much My beta footboy loves Master’s feet in His beta-face. Sir knew the effect this would have, immediately!” He said, also sounding more intense. Before you knew what was happening, He pulled off His underwear and stood up to tower above you. His erect p*n*s was enormous, Alpha through and through. It was a decent length, but also so girthy. A perfect Master c**k. Full stop!

He kept on jerking and kept pushing His soles into your face. He said he could see how very dearly you loved feeling so small down there beneath Him. He said it turned Him on greatly too. A good Alpha knows just how to make a good beta feel so electric. Having said that, you had just been a bad one, so what was about to happen?

In fact He started a countdown. He said He was getting close and told you to speed up, or else. You once again obeyed. It would have been madness to do anything but. Were you about to orgasm under His feet? With His Alpha soles on your face? Was that His idea of punishment?

10…9…so very hard, Master too…hard to hold on…but you knew you had to.

8…7…being Alpha’s beta was so f**ing good. Wow. What a crazy night.

6…5…Master pumped hard, so did you, the blood was rushing, there was no turning back.

4…3…Master groaned, you moaned, shouted you couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Hold it, foot-beta foot-stool. You must.”

2…I’m trying Alpha, trying so hard…

And then as He uttered “1”, He swivelled His left foot over to your crotch area. He stomped down onto your 🦴 hard, kicking away your hands. He then swivelled His right foot around too so that His c**k was hovering over yours.

The whole thing happened so fast that you had no time to keep up at all. And you were so on the edge that you also didn’t even really care too. You forgot that you were still supposedly being ‘punished’ and just let whatever needed to happen, happen.

As He then shouted “0” He exploded. His Alpha seed went all over your crotch. It was warm, it was runny, it was such an amazing feeling to have His seed go over you. And pretty symbolic that it was over your ‘man’hood.

However, just at the same time as He came, His left foot that was on your p*n*s pushed down immensely hard. You were ready to explode simultaneously with Him, but the force stopped you from doing so. The orgasm you were expecting to experience simply got quashed from riding up. You still came on His left sole, but the pleasure alongside the ejaculatory bliss was stopped from happening, by Him, deliberately. Once or twice you had stumbled across ‘ruined orgasm’ on a porn site, but thought it was just for select kinky oddballs. Haha, clearly not, as one had just been enforced on you!

He laughed as He saw the confusion on your face, turning into realisation.

“And that’s what you get for being a bad foot-stool, my beta landlord footstool!”

Wow, He was actually pretty sadistic alongside having mad designs on His sexual scenarios. But you didn’t care. You had fallen for Him, and you told Him so. You apologised for looking at Him without permission and promised you would ask Sir correctly from now on.

Pleased with your response, and clearly happy with the way everything had gone that evening, He instructed you to clean up His sole as He manoeuvred Himself to dangle it over your mouth.

You were a bit horrified for a millisecond. Prior to tonight, anything non-vanilla would have been a total ‘no go’ for you. But hey, tonight had been so unexpected and crazy, yet so enjoyable, so you said, “Yes, Sir. Absolutely, Alpha.” And proceeded to lick your beta juice off His meaty paw. He said in His gruff tone that you were back to being a good boy again. He stroked your hair, and your chest, and made you feel safe as you licked away.

Waves of pleasure came over you for a second time as you stepped further into being His footstool, and clearly now His foot-licking cleaner too. The surges grew more frequent and powerful. He grabbed your 🍆 and started jerking it vigorously. The arousal level was now totally insane. He knew exactly How to touch you and how to complement His dominant foot position with the expertise of a milking legend. And before you knew where you were, He had started a second countdown. This time just from 5.

Before He even got to 2, your d**k came again, His sole in your mouth, His hands stroking you as His new property. He seemed to take delight in controlling you as His own. And you were helpless to do anything but be His ragdoll or puppet.

His sole was soaked with your saliva, His hand was coated in j*zz. You were both covered in sweat, and you lay there for a moment with Him sitting above you, looking down and on at you. You almost could have called the way He looked at you ‘loving’.

“Right, let’s go and get cleaned up, shall we?” He proclaimed suddenly. Clearly the fun-time was up for now. He decided. You didn’t feel any desire to object.

“Come here now, object. Wash your Master while He gets under the showerhead. As a special treat for the first night, you can sponge yourself with the same sponge and water coming from me after each time you sponge me off. Deal, boy?”

“Oh wow, yes, thank you so much. After what just happened and now this. I feel so damn lucky and happy.”

“As you should, My good boy, as you should.” He replied.

…4 weeks later…

In every room in the house, and during every part of the daily routine you Two developed together, you effectively became His butler, His servant, His footslave in waiting, all the while remaining His willing human furniture too, of course.

It should have been so humiliating, being objectified, owned, and subjugated by your new Alpha owner in every way buf in fact it led to a feeling of such comfort, such safety, such a sanctuary, as if it always was the only place nature had intended for you, a beta, to be.

Comfort and arousal quickly became hand in hand. So comfortable under Alpha’s feet. So damn turned on. Every evening, once He was on the sofa, and you were at His feet, you got so excited and so achingly rock-hard. Your anticipation time dwindled fast. And your 🦴 started prem ejing simply at the mere contact between His soles and your skin.

That’s why He decided to introduce the new chastity rule. You, His beta, shouldn’t be freely erect, freely enjoying yourself, freely being your new, unadulterated self, quite so readily.

He demanded that you become His locked foot-slave. Said He knew exactly what was best for you. And He had been nothing but right so far. So you willingly agreed.

An extra layer to your already completely asymmetrical relationship was added. And lo and behold, He was right on the nail.

So there you were, on the floor, having given up all control of your place to this alleged stranger. You had done so willingly. From the moment you brought Him His beer, everything had changed. You lay there on all fours, considering the last four weeks, you wondered how exactly He had known exactly everything you had secretly craved and desired. And that was it. You loved your new life! No more need to question. No more need to do anything except obey and serve.

From the moment He awoke, you made Him coffee, toast and eggs. You both took a shower together. He waited for you to sponge His godly physique. You washed with the His dirty water. You went to work, He lounged around and then went to the gym when He chose. You came home, He was there waiting for you to get in. His legs were out stretched. You got on the floor. You felt doubly at home within and without. It had all developed so fast, since that initial viewing. Your life changed forever, at that point from thereon in.

Now He controlled everything, He called the shots. Your 🦴 depended on His feet. The M/s relationship was well and truly cemented, and you could do nothing but go further down the rabbit hole. When He chose, you could get unlocked. When He choose you could jerk off all over His feet again, just to lick every last drop up again afterwards. But otherwise, it was all about His pleasure, His ease, making His life better.

Your productivity at work soared, you got promoted and were able to buy that new car. The only difference was that it wasn’t actually for you any more. Nothing was. Your Alpha Master Boss took the driving seat, quite literally, and quite figuratively. And you enjoyed the fruits of your labour in the form of His fulfilment. Some might call it strange, others, even bullying. But this domination, this power exchange, and this surrendering of your own self was all totally different. You were living out a fantasy that you never knew you wanted. You were realising a dream that you never imagined existed. It was crazy, it was incredible, and it was so very real.

At the end of the day, you had never experienced pleasure like that of living to serve your Alpha Male. His body, His mind, His presence. Everything about Him made you feel special, blessed, and so turned on.

Being at His feet, as His footstool, waiting for your next turn to be unlocked. This was a new level of joy, comfort, safety, and bliss. And when you did come, oh my, did you come! The eruption of beta juice cemented everything just as it was supposed to be in place. It signified true ecstasy.

Daddy made you stop scrolling, didn’t He? 😏

Daddy’s soles immediately caused an uncontrollable twitching downstairs, didn’t they? 👣 🍆

Daddy knows everything you secretly need and crave, boy. Doesn’t He? 🛐

Don’t try to fight it. Daddy’s here to fulfil all your debauched, dirty, footbeta desires. He’s got you and there’s no turning back. 🔥 🔥

Don’t keep Daddy waiting now. He’s indicating exactly where your footslave face needs to be. ⬇️

Down on your knees. There’s a good footsub. Now beg. Beg to be allowed to worship, caress and then coat Daddy’s magnificent soles in your beta drool. Do it, footboy. Do it now. Lose yourself, surrender, and feel Daddy’s perfect sole power. 🌀 🌀

Good footboy. 💦 💦

You made Daddy very happy and proud. 🥰

Owned by Daddy’s perfect feet. Exactly where you have always longed to be. Ecstasy.🦶 ⛓️

Daddy is waiting!

Yes, Master knows they’re perfect.

Yes, Master knows exactly what effect they’re going to exert immediately over your foot-obsessed, beta-brain.

Yes, Master does expect full and total worship of every single inch.

You can try to deny it, but all you truly desire is to kneel down before Him and beg to be allowed to make those feet sparkle, coated in your inferior sub-saliva.

Will you start by tracing each and every wrinkle with your beta-tongue?

Will you gradually move up to His meaty toes, sucking each one, one-by-one, ending up at the bulbous, juicy big toes?

Will you eventually be granted permission to insert your aching, rock-hard 🍆 in between His superior, high arches, thrusting away, back and forth, up and down, until you cannot take the ecstasy any more and you explode, cementing your status as Master’s number 1 foot-obsessed idolator?

Time to find out…

“Hey boy. Oh, what’s that? You want Me to squish you like the little bug that you are with My superior, mighty, dirty, virile feet?

Of course you do.

Well okay then. Consider it done.

That’s it slave. Get your inferior face right down there, perfectly underneath them. Inhale. Lick. Lose yourself. Feel Master’s soles, towering above you, dominating you, giving you total utter bliss, just like your pathetic, twisted mind has always craved.

Oh my, someone’s enjoying this just a little too much. Aren’t they?

😏👣🍆💦🌀

Again? Really? Okay. Sure. Round two - Let’s go!

👅😵‍💫🛐 🍆 💦

Yeah. Just as I thought, My perfect, filthy, hooked, little footboy.

Well done. Another one? Wow someone is too addicted and insatiable. But that’s cool. My power over you is textbook. You just know it, don’t you.

Yeah boy! Don’t stop. Let it happen. Such an inferior boy for Master’s feet.

So mesmerised. So obedient. So f***ing aroused. Well, far be it for Me to stop this magic!

Keep going. Master can keep this up ALL day long.

That’s right, My dear footpup.

🐶⛓️🦶

Just as nature intended.”

He doesn’t even bother to look at you as you kneel at the other end of the sofa, with your face metres away from His perfect soles. All you can do is wait, drool, and dream about all the ways you want to show His feet pure, unadulterated worship and adoration.

Master will eventually give the sign then you, His devoted footsub, will be allowed to have your way with His meaty toes, His inviting sole wrinkles, and eventually His brilliant arches. He knows the power He has over you and how you will do absolutely anything He says just to be granted mere seconds at His feet.

The more He ignores you and makes you beg, the more you get turned on. He gives the orders. You follow them. Life’s pretty simple within this asymmetrical relationship. And you love it!

Warning 1: Alpha Daddy Aslan’s soles will immediately enrapture you in just one glance.

Warning 2: When you behold such perfection before you, you’re likely to have a total sensory overload. You’re right to do so. And there’s nothing an inferior footsub like you can do about it.

Warning 3: That beta life of lacking belonging leads to an insatiable yearning to dedicate your existence to the adoration of something and someone, more attractive than you, more successful, more manly, and overwhelmingly more important.

Warning 4: In this all-round superior’s service and devotion you will find what you have been looking for, but there will be absolutely no turning back. Alpha Daddy Aslan will both complete and enslave you.

Warning 5: By getting this far, Alpha Daddy Aslan has already cast the foundations of all that He needs to do for your mind to melt, your resistance to start fading away, and your desire to be nothing but His number one idolator cemented.

You’re blessed to be in the presence of such greatness. There is no parallel for the level of happiness inspired within you. Every atom of your body has become intoxicated with the dopamine that Alpha Daddy Aslan’s soles inevitably and inextricably incite within you.

No need to hide it, no need to fight it, Alpha Daddy Aslan will take over from here.

Good footboy. 🐶 Let it happen. 🍆 That’s it. 🌀 You’re His now. 💦 Aren’t you? 🛐

Aslan admir turkish daddy 👣🔥🔥🇹🇷