"Listen It's Been A Long Day For Your Big Brother, So Don't Make Me Beat The Shit Out Of You. You Wanna

"Listen it's been a long day for your big brother, so don't make me beat the shit out of you. You wanna be a pervert and jack off to my socks? Then here you have my barefeet, they're dirty and smelly as I've been working all day so you can go to college. The least you can do is lick and massage them for me. Come on 'baby bro' don't make me mad."

His feet were bigger than your face. You never imagined he'll find out but you've always been obsessed with his huge feet. You submited to your desires and to him as you worshiped his feet.

They were big, smellly, warm, sweaty, and dirty. You finished worshipping his feet and started rubbing them for him.

"Oh that's great. That's how you should treat me every day, I expect nothing less. In fact I have no more chores to to in this house. You will do all my housework for me from now on, or else no feet for you. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Yeah that sounds right 'sir', I think I'll get used to that."

"You like your birthday gift babe? I've been domestesticating it for a while to be your perfect gift."

"I love it baby, thank you so much. What can it do?"

"It can clean the house, complete all chores, cook, be used as a punch bag, toilet, and a foot rest. It can also take of our feet, licking them clean and massaging them. It can actually do whatever you want, it doesn't speak or think, just complete obedience."

"Let's try it then." Turns to you "Faggot come and lick our feet clean."

"See I trained it well. Now we can enjoy more time together as it takes care of our chores and be of use."

"I love this gift. Can't wait to show it for my friends."

"I'm obviously busy my love, but I know this won't stop you, so go on. Never understood your obsession with them."

"How can I not... they're perfect. Big and soft and their smell... oh that's something else."

"Whatever, just shut up and let me finish."

You knelt before your husband's feet. You gave each foot a long warm kiss. He'd done some yard work in the morning and his feet still had some dirt all over them. You pressed your nose against his big soles and took a big whiff, you almost got intoxicated by that cheesy and earthly smell.

After that you started licking his soles, you made sure not to miss any grain of dirt on them. Then you started sucking his toes, one by one, making sure to get all that toe jam.

You finished worshipping his feet and then you gave each foot another long warm kiss, then you positioned your head in between them and closed your eyes. "Heaven" you whispered.

"You like your view from down their don't you fag? Yeah you pathetic loser you want my big feet? You want my alpha feet? Of course you do you're a faggot after all. I'll give you 1 minute, hands behind your back and your face 1 inch away. After that you'll clean my house and cook me a meal, if you do a good job I'll give you 5 minutes and let you do what you want. Oh and your 1 minute started already."

You met Wesley and Ian in college and you three instantly developed a friendship. Nether of them knew about your secret and you didn't plan to let them know. You just take any chance you get to look at their feet and fantasies about worshipping them.

On your birthday they surprised you with a weekend trip to a resort so you three can enjoy your time alone.

"By the way, we only found a room with two beds so we'll have to figure out who will sleep on the couch."

Wesley told you after you arrived. You all emptied your baggage and sat on the couch. They both wore swimming shorts and their flip-flops which you couldn't take your eyes off.

"What are we looking at birthday boy? Like my big feet?"

"No Wesley... why are you both wearing swimming shorts?"

"Ohh, there is a private pool in the back. Did you think we came all the way here to play some board games?"

"Romeo, Ian is talking to you! You are looking at our feet. Any confessions boy?"

"I'm sorry I just get distracted-"

"No need to lie. Ian and I are your best friends, just admit... this will be your best birthday so far if you do."

"I didn't really want anyone to know... but I couldn't help myself when I saw you both half naked with flip-flops."

"Say the words Romeo."

"I... I like feet. I have a foot fetish."

"This weekend will be so fun birthday boy... I guess you'll go with foot boy now. Ian?"

"Not sure about were this is going Wesley."

"Oh come on. He likes feet and you'll have yours worshipped. He'll gladly sleep on the couch too. Right foot boy?"

"I-"

"Wrong answer. Right one is 'yes lord Wesley' or 'yes lord Ian'. Clear?"

"Yes... yes lord Wesley."

"Good boy. See Ian he loves it. Let's go to the pool now he'll serve us there."

Ian followed Wesley to the pool. You followed after them shocked by everything that just happened and realizing how your relationship with them just changed forever. They both got in the pool, Wesley started flaunting his huge feet and Ian followed.

"Get naked foot boy then come kiss our feet."

"Yes lord Wesley."

Without thinking about it you did what he ordered you to. The site of their feet made your mind so weak and destroyed your resistance.

"That's a bit pathetic..."

"That's the point Ian. You are good looking alpha man buddy. I know you have it you to humiliate weak boys like him. He belongs beneath your feet."

You got in the pool and started kissing their feet. Ian started laughing, splashing you with water using his foot, while Wesley looked like he's used to this.

"Suck on our toes foot boy."

"Yes lord Ian."

"Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic."

"See buddy. I knew you had it in you."

You sucked on their toes as they both laughed and called you names.

"You'll get used to such treatment in no time buddy. Now relax and enjoy your vacation. Foot boy over here will take care of everything."

"I bet he will."

"Yes lord Wesley. Yes lord Ian."

(Story suggestion by: @bf4eternity)

After his promotion to the CEO of the company you left your job to be better houe husband. He started noticing how you look at his feet and your obsession with him wearing sheer socks everyday.

"You know you can tell me anything baby, we've been married for years. Is it my feet? Do they turn you on?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I've seen how you look at my feet and how you make sure you put on my sheer socks yourself everyday. It's okay, wanna taste them?"

"I..."

"It's been a long day at work babe. My feet would love a good massage and a quick clean. Don't be shy, come on."

He started gently wiggling his toes. You realized that your secret isn't a secret anymore and their is no point in denying it. You placed your face in between his sheer socked feet and took a big whiff.

They stinked so bad. However for you this was heaven, you loved it. You gently started rubbing his feet as you sniffed them.

"Good job... yeah right there baby... that's how the CEO husband should be treated."

After an hour you peeled his sheer socks freeing his big feet. He spread his toes and without missing a second you started licking in between to get all that toe jam out.

"How do they taste honey."

"Vinegary and salty."

"Is that good? That's how you like them?"

"Ohh yes. They're amazing. To look at. To sniff. To lick. I just wish I told you about my fetish sooner."

"Don't worry you'll get hours every day to make up. That's how working husbands should be treated."

(Story suggestion by: @a8215529)