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This was my first attempt (hopefully of several) at adding a short story to an image that I found really hot! It took a few hours and several drafts and it probably is far from perfect but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I know reading the story won’t be why many of you are here, so please feel free to skip to my shorter reposts if that’s the case.

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You sit back and stare for a moment, content as you observe the meaty sole of your coveted foot Master, glistening from His rancid post-workout sweat and all the saliva you just covered it with during the start of your daily slow-worship session. The toes of the other foot are still warm, wet and shiny from the intense sucking you just gave them. The mighty big toes nearly suffocated you as you engulfed them both at the same time in your mouth, like you like to do every day. You feel aroused as always and at peace.

He deliberately ignores you, as He always does, uninterested in how excited His perfect, dominant soles make you feel. He keeps them in good condition. He makes sure they’re just as you love them. But He says nothing as your hands, lips and tongue work their way around every dominant inch.

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He had always been aware of the way certain guys like you tried to hide their stares as He got changed in the gym after His morning workout session. He thought it was just His manly physique at first. He didn’t mind the attention or the ego boost it gave Him.

With you though, He gradually started to realise where your particular eyes were transfixed. You had started with subtle glances, but they soon developed into unstoppable, perspicuous gazes. He always used the same locker and you deliberately started timing the end of your gym session with His. You made sure you placed yourself in the other corner of the room. to ensure you could catch an eyeful without making it too obvious to others. He knew though. He definitely knew what you were doing.

Over time, it became a silent game. He let you see them more and for longer, growing aware of just how much you craved them on a daily basis. He didn’t seem to be disgusted or change His gym session time or routine to avoid you. He must have been able to see the erection growing in your shorts every day, same place, same time. You wondered if He had secretly started enjoying seeing the power His virile soles clearly had over your dick, as He paraded them around, rubbed and massaged them, so sore after His running, weights and swimming. You wanted them so badly!

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Finally, one Friday, towards the end of the morning rush and after everyone else had left, you were performing your usual eye-spy process and mentally drooling. You were taking photographs in your brain and storing them for your own shower session at home straight afterwards. He hadn’t yet moved to take his shower, in the gym. This was normally the moment when you forced yourself to pack your bag up and go. Today though, you got lost in an overwhelming daydream, wishing this moment would last forever. The weekend was approaching, you had no plans and you were bored and horny. You hung on a moment longer than usual. He was clearly fully aware that you had been longingly ogling for over five minutes, but He hadn’t moved from His bench like He usually did to grab his towel and head for His shower.

Next, the unthinkable happened - He looked your way, directly, for the first time ever, and deliberately caught you staring, head on. He started to beckon you over. You were shocked into temporary paralysis. You had played this scene time and time again in your head as soon as you got home and jerked yourself off in your shower, revisiting the mental images you had grown accustomed to storing systematically for later.

You felt shy and unsure but He clicked His fingers and pointed to His feet and you obeyed, edging over to His side of the locker room.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. As you looked His way and started moving, He cut the awkward silence which was developing.

“You got a thing for my feet or what?” He asked, in an emotionless tone as you got closer.

You just nodded, unsure what reaction you were about to provoke.

You got to His bench, He was still seated, bare-chested, His rigid, domineering body dripping with sweat, after the day’s session. He gave you a very swift glance, then pointed down to His feet. He gave you a thumbs up sign. You couldn’t help but smile and say thank you. You didn’t know why you were thanking Him but it felt appropriate.

“Knock yourself out if you must,” He replied, taking His phone out from His bag, looking away and making it clear He wanted nothing to do with watching what you yearned to do. Had He known this whole time that deep down you craved to be owned by a big, meaty pair of Alpha male feet? You didn’t quite want to let yourself believe that he was giving you permission to do what you hoped he was talking about. This stuff only happened in porn films. Right?

You wanted so badly to show this foot God the love and adoration His feet deserved. You hesitated again. Could this really be happening?

“Get on with it,” he said, not even looking up from his iPhone screen.

No further encouragement necessary, you immediately took His meaty, wrinkled right sole in your hand and started massaging it, looking up for reassurance, a sign you had understood His few words and signals correctly. He still didn’t seem to want to look back, engrossed only by His mobile phone. The smell of His sweat, combined with the excitement of finally being able to touch made you feel dizzy.

He said nothing, He was still on His phone, the beeps sounded like He was playing a game while you just continued in your silent submission. Was he aware just how much He was letting you do everything you had been dreaming of since you first laid eyes on the fleshy, wrinkly, masterful pads of His?

You couldn’t think logically any more, as you raised His manly paw up to your beta mouth and started lathering the skin of His soles with spit from your lips and tongue.

You alternated between long, smooth licks, up and down the huge underside of His feet, together with quick darts as you arrived to the tops, in and out, between His enormous, formidable toes. You absorbed His sweat, coated His soles with your saliva and rubbed it in furiously with your fingers.

Your boner was throbbing in your shorts; in your worshipping frenzy you no longer thought straight. You reached inside your shorts, scooped out your rock-hard dick and started to jerk it as you carried on caressing, licking and adoring His perfect soles. You worked yourself into a fantasy and lost yourself in utter bliss while He nonchalantly kept on playing His game. You weren’t sure if he was deliberately pretending not to notice. He must have been thinking what a freak you were. He didn’t seem to care though. Maybe He secretly enjoyed asserting His Alpha presence as much as you relished your submissive surrender?

You came quickly, unable to hold on with the combination of pure joy and utter shock at what was happening. You both silently knew it was the start of something new.

He finally put His phone into his gym-bag pocket, zipped it up and looked down at you next to your puddle of beta seed on the floor. He seemed half disgusted, half smug at how submissive you looked.

Without saying a thing, He got up, opened His locker, threw His bag inside and pulled out a towel. Before you had time to process anything, He had made His way to the showers. As usual, you took your cue to exit. You had no idea if He would come back angry or aggressive, considering the weak, beta, foot-obsessed male you’d shown yourself to be. But He had initiated it. He had beckoned you over, right? Not wanting to risk anything, you scurried to get your things, quickly mopped up your puddle of cum with your towel and fled, dick still aching with post-orgasmic pleasure and mind in total shock as to whether you had dreamt the whole encounter.

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The routine developed within the space of just a couple of weeks. He would ignore you, not even acknowledge your presence or spying as your eyes followed Him around the gym. At the end of your sessions, you would sit by the lockers and wait for the end of the morning rush. He would arrive soon after. Once the changing room had completely emptied out, He would glance over at you and point at His feet then click His fingers once. You would run over to them and get down on your knees. You would begin the routine of massages, caresses, licks and sucking as He would entertain Himself on His phone. He seemed happy to let you have your way with His powerful, irresistible paws. He even seemed unfazed on the day you plucked up the courage to cum on his soles, instead of the floor beside them. He didn’t even look up as you proceeded to lick up your deposit. He just continued to ignore the situation, as if nothing was happening at all, and then he would silently declare an end to the morning’s action and make His was to the shower cubicles.

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It took another week for you to build up the courage to try the next step. Sure, He didn’t interact with you during your sessions at all, but you had started craving even more from this unspeaking yet Masterful foot god.

You went over, as always, after the other morning clients had disappeared. Then you got down on your knees as you had done every day that week. As you started to kiss His sweaty, perfect toes, you decided it was the right moment. Before you knew what you were doing, you stopped and He briefly glanced up from His phone.

“Why’d you stop?” He said, His tone not giving much away, but He clearly hadn’t expected the pause.

You decided it was now or never. You asked Him to come home with you, instead of staying at the gym. You explained that you wanted to do the same as always but in your living room and on your sofa.

To your surprise, He wasn’t even at all perplexed.

“So, foot boy finally grew some balls, did he?”

He didn’t actually say that, but the way he looked at you as you shyly asked the question told you that He wasn’t saying no.

He grabbed His bag from His locker, shoved His unused towel inside, then made sure His phone went into its usual pocket. He signalled for you to follow Him and He led you out into the reception area. He was still dirty from the gym, His sweaty, manly musk left a trail as you walked behind Him, driving you insane and making you giddy. You were walking out, together with your new foot god. Your whole body was buzzing with excitement. Your cock in full, unapologetic salute, visible for all to see.

You got to the car-park. He turned to you, a rare moment when His eyes met yours. He told you to show Him the way to your place, a command, not a request. He went and got into His car and followed you all the way home, staying one car behind for several blocks. He was staring into your rear-view mirror, piercing brown eyes peering over His steering wheel. It felt as though He was determined and that He knew this had been coming all along.

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As you opened the front door of your flat and stepped back to let Him through, He walked straight past you, inviting himself in. He walked into your decently-sized living/dining room as you hesitantly lingered at the door. He signalled for you to enter. You shut the door and His eyes started scanning their new surroundings. He eyed up a wooden stool, adjacent to the dark oak dining room table. He made his way over and grabbed the knee-high object. He then moved over to your plush, anthracite-grey, three-seater sofa. He put the stool down and proceeded to sit on the middle cushion of the sofa. He placed the stool deliberately in front of Him so that He could raise His feet onto its seat. All this happened without words and you watched on, speechless and unable to believe what was happening.

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He casually kicked off His gym trainers and took off both of his cotton gym socks. They peeled back, humid from the sweat that had yet to be cleaned from His feet after His gym session moments ago.

He assumed the Alpha position, placing His right foot out onto the stool. Then He clicked His fingers, as He usually did at the gym. You scurried over and sat on the carpet of the floor, face in line with His raised, domineering paw. He reached over to His gym bag, unzipped the side-pocket and pulled His phone out. As in the gym, He looked away, not even acknowledging your presence as you began to get your mouth around his huge, plump big toe. He carried on ignoring you while you went about your same foot-worshipping routine. You lost yourself in pure ecstasy to be worshipping the incredible feet of this dream-come-true Dom in your own living room. The one you had been fantasising about for so long. Here. Dominating you. Controlling your pleasure. Not even looking your way.

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After you came all over His glistening wrinkles, you licked up the drops of your cum as he had come to expect you to do. He turned off His phone and put it back into His gym-bag pocket.

He looked at you pitifully for a second, the way you look at an injured, innocent animal in distress. He gave you a quick, almost indistinguishable wink then asked if He could shower off. Oddly, something seemed to have clicked inside of Him. He was the one to hesitate for once, then He reached back into the gym bag pocket to get His towel and His phone. He did not speak again.

You showed Him to your spare room, opened the door and told Him the ensuite bathroom was through the next door on the left. He nodded, not even waiting for any further invitation. You heard him enter and shut the creaky bathroom door, then the water started running and you felt at a loss of what to do with yourself. The reality of having your dream foot god in your own place, showering Himself off, after having let you give His feet all the love attention you craved, was a lot to take in. You waited in the living room for a moment, then lingered in the kitchen. You made two long, black coffees in the Nespresso machine, in case He wanted one as well before He left.

10 minutes later, He still hadn’t turned the tap off. He was taking His time. You weren’t sure whether to go in and check everything was okay for Him. Again you hovered in between the kitchen and living room. He was still in the spare bathroom, but the gym bag with His clean clothes was still on the sofa. You weren’t sure what to do. Was He going to walk back out here naked? You dared to dream. You finally heard the water go off but the spare bathroom door hadn’t creaked as he opened it. It always made an audible sound. What was He doing in there? You hesitated, hovered in the living room, the stench of sweat, manliness and cum still lingering in the air. You perched on the sofa arm and waited with His coffee.

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All of a sudden, the spare bathroom door finally made its sound. He broke the silence once more, ordering you to come into the bedroom. He spoke in imperatives the majority of the time it seemed. Or was that just something He did with you?

Nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to see. You knocked, checking if you should wait for Him to be decent. He repeated, “Come! I told you to come in”.

You tentatively pushed the door open, His coffee in your hand. He was standing next to the bathroom door. He had His phone in His left hand. He was still completely naked but had fully dried Himself off. Your eyes darted over to His face, then moved down to His torso - hairy, defined and sturdy without being overly toned. He sure was a sight for sore eyes. A younger version of a Daddy bear type. Oozing confidence. Just your perfect type. Effortlessly commanding the attention of anyone lucky enough to be looking.

You couldn’t believe He had summoned you in just to stare at His stocky figure. Milliseconds passed, as your eyes scanned down further. Instantaneously, you dropped the coffee from your hand in utter shock as your gaze moved down to His waist area. His dirty gym sock from His pile of gym clothes on the bathroom floor was strategically placed around His fully erect penis! His sweaty, smelly gym sock was encompassing a gigantic bulge! What the fuck was going on?! His shaft was completely erect and encased in His used cotton. You could smell and taste His odour from across the room. He had showered, towelled off, got aroused, then erect and He had chosen to wrap His sweaty, used sock around His almighty bulge! Your brained searched frantically but fruitlessly for an explanation. What the fuck? Could this morning have become any more unexpected?

He looked over at the spilt coffee, your shocked face and then down at His chunky balls hanging proudly below His enrobed meat. He expressed the first ever grin you had seen from Him. Not at you, but towards the reflection of His manly physique in the mirror. He clicked again, pointing at His bulge. No instructions were needed. You thought you knew exactly what He wanted you to do.

You ignores the coffee cup and stain on the beige carpet. You jumped over the bed to get to the other side of the room as quickly as possible, no nerves or hesitation at all this time. You manoeuvred yourself swiftly and caught Him slightly off-guard. He and you were now face to face. He put His chunky right hand around the side your Head and coercively rotated your face round and down slightly so you were looking at His phone screen. He deliberately wanted you to see that on His screen was a video of a slightly older female. She was naked and lying on a bed. Well-endowed. Attractive. Curvy. But the camera was angled to be beneath her soles, looking up at her. It was definitely created to mimic a sub straight guy’s view, on the floor, looking up at her wide, wrinkly soles. You looked alarmed as He held your head in place, watching as she rubbed oil between her toes. It wasn’t your thing at all, women, but certainly not what you had expected to see either. His big, hairy hand rotated your head back so you were facing each other again.

“Look, I’m not gay,” He said, His sentence hanging in the air, “but I get it. I get who...what you are. This is what I like.” He pointed at his phone screen. “ Got it?”

He spoke matter-of-factly. You nodded, even though it had never occurred to you that straight guys out there had the same urges to ‘admire’ women’s feet as you did about men’s.

He continued to talk. The most words you two had both ever exchanged.

“Don’t ever think this...” he paused, pointing down to His encased cock, lifting one of His meaty paws and moving his index finger down to His soles. “Don’t ever think this will be anything more, than, well, this.” He motioned between the sole and His crotch.

Puzzled and unsure you had understood, you gulped and nodded. He liked feet too. He understood the power they could have over a sub. He must have been as surprised as you were now when He realised you had a gay version of His fetish. A lot more things were starting to make sense now! Why he so willingly allowed you to have your way with His feet every morning. Why He accepted yet didn’t even acknowledge you as you worshipped. He got foot fetishism. He had a version of it too. You immediately relaxed and let out an audible sigh. His expression seemed to soften slightly as He saw the relief grow across your face.

His powerful right hand now moved onto your right shoulder. He pushed you down until your face was directly in line with the sock surrounding His gigantic rod. Christ, it must have been a good 8.5 inches.

The man of few words suddenly spoke once more.

“You have 5 minutes and then I’m gonna cum into this smelly, sweaty gym sock. Don’t touch. Don’t push. Don’t do anything. Just stay where I’ve put you. 5 minutes. No contact. I mean it.”

You looked up and with that His attention went back to His phone screen. He pressed play, albeit without any volume. As always, He did not look in your direction at all again. You waited patiently as instructed, your mouth an inch away from His huge encased shaft, dying in agonising ecstasy at how it smelt and how it felt to have His manhood so close to your mouth. He didn’t push it in far. He rubbed it deliberately around, over your lips and then pushed in very slightly to let your tongue feel the very tip and taste His masculinity. It was far from a penetrating, man-on-man blow-job. More like a fully blown, deliberate tease. An act of a straight Dom letting his gay sub come as close as possible to His manhood. Maybe if there was no actual bodily contact in his mind, it didn’t count?

He jerked His rod faster, clearly very much enjoying the friction the sock was creating around it. He rubbed harder and faster as He watched His own object of foot adoration. You got the impression this was a video He knew well, and was fond of. Your mouth sort of hovered there, waiting for its reward, salivating yet not allowed to do more than be patient as He caressed your lips oh so lightly with the end of his encased mushroom. You still weren’t sure what He wanted you to do or what His intentions were. You subtly understood not to push it and make the rod go any further in than He permitted.

Shortly after this, He let out a huge groan. He was clearly really enjoying what He was watching. You hoped you were adding to His bliss by being at His beck and call, servile and on your knees, in a position He had commanded. Were you the gay beta of someone you saw as so Alpha, yet also with a clear leaning very akin to yours?

He suddenly came into His sock, letting out a gentle roar. You looked down at His cock and saw its cotton lining soaking up. You felt the wetness so close to your lips. Cum started dripping through the stinking material. You were so turned on again, but you did not dare touch your own rock-hard cock again. It was clearly His turn.

He had come hard and fast. His sock was completely drenched and a few drops continued to leak through, He grabbed the back of your neck with His right hand and pulled you in, so that the tip of His sock was letting cum droplets from His mushroom-head permeate the end of the stinking sock and fall onto your lips. He looked down momentarily. You were dying to open your mouth wider but He clearly had set a firm boundary. He seemed happy that you had obeyed His orders. Maybe a few little drops were permissible, anything more, too far?

He pulled His cock back, away from your yearning mouth and unwrapped the sock from His shaft. It was crusting up as His seed dried on it. Without warning, His hand reached down again and this time moved down to your mouth, fingers slipping inside. Suddenly, he yanked your jaw open. You couldn’t believe what was happening - again!

Before you had time to breathe, He shoved the cum-infested rag inside your mouth.

“Gonna leave that there for a moment. A little reminder of this morning’s adventures, reminding you who’s Boss.”

He said this as you stared up, incredulous, mouth full of His seed, His deposit, His stinking manliness.

“Maybe I could get used to having an adoring, obedient, little foot boy, attending to My needs. I will leave you to have a think about that.”

You opened your mouth to reply and He pressed His finger against your lips.

“Your mouth’s full enough as it is. That’s enough for today.”

You nodded.

Silence again.

The electricity of the statements after the incredibly unexpected turn of events that morning made your mind fog up and your body limp and joyous.

He grinned once more, again in the direction of His reflection in the mirror, not at you, but at Himself. He hadn’t told you to get up, or what to do with the sock, inhabiting your entire mouth, so you just froze, awaiting any other orders.

Then He made His way into the living room. He returned with His gym bag and got out His change of clothes. You were still kneeling down with His sock in your mouth. Did you need to wait for His permission to move? You didn’t know.

He started getting dressed. He put on a clean t-shirt, a fresh pair of jeans and then pulled out a pair of clean socks, before going to sit down on the bed. He hesitated for a moment. He looked your way and then clicked his fingers, pointing at His feet and expecting you to come over. Of course, you obediently did so, your cock suddenly twitching even though it was still sore from the earlier frantic explosion. You arrived at the end of the bed and He pushed both your shoulders back down so you were still firmly on your knees. His crusty sock was still lodged in your mouth, emitting His Alpha juices, intoxicating your throat with His post-gym foot odour and His seed. He hadn’t told you anything about taking it out yet. You actually yearned to keep it there as long as possible! He glanced down at you as you longingly stared at the toes which had already enslaved you. You felt unsure as to whether He was going to treat you to yet another round of foot worship fantasy.

This time, however, He raised His bare right foot onto His left knee and pointed at His clean sock, lying on the bed next to him. This time, He did grant you the courtesy of looking down as you reached out and grabbed it. He indicated again, this time for you to put it onto His right foot. You obeyed and slipped it over His meaty paw. You thought He betrayed a faint smile. He lowered His head down slightly and you wondered what the hell was coming next. All He did, in fact, was murmur one word, almost inaudibly, “Kiss”. Mouth still full with His cum-stained, sweaty cotton, you managed only to place the tips of your lips onto the grey cotton of the new sock, which was now encasing the cleaned up sole you had spilt your seed on, just 20 minutes ago. He allowed you a very short peck, before He lowered His right foot to the ground, swapped legs, telling you the same instruction for the second time, this time regarding His left foot. Again, you placed the clean sock over His chunky, clean paw. Again, He commanded and allowed you a short, symbolic peck.

As your lips touched the second sock, you thought about how His soles were clean, He had new socks on them, and you were left with a small relic, reminding you of the exchanges of power, pleasure and surrender that had just taken place. You felt at home, at ease and overwhelmed with arousal.

You had obeyed each time he told you to do something. He had gone to good efforts to entertain your inner desires. He had let you share in His too, albeit under His rules and in His way. Was He insinuating that He embraced what you two now had? Whatever it was. Some kind of straight-gay, Alpha-beta, sole-first relationship of unbalanced authority?

With a final, “Enough, foot-slave”, He nudged your head away and reached down to pull His trainers out from His bag and put them on. He stood up, grabbed His bag and got up to leave the spare bedroom.

He hesitated as He got to the door and turned to face you: “Oh and foot-slave. I expect that cum-infested, wreaking sock rag in your mouth back, tomorrow, clean and dry. Understood?”

You nodded and He looked pleased. He left the room and quickly exited the apartment.

It felt as though the last 25 minutes may have not ever really existed. You stayed motionless in the kneeling position for a moment, slowly absorbing what had happened. It felt amazing!

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Another week passed, and your Alpha-beta relationship progressed. Words were minimal, verbal interaction non-existent. The procedure had become almost ceremonial. You waited for Him to finish His gym session. He entered the changing room just as everyone else was leaving. You hang around and when He was ready He would nod over to you, having not even acknowledged your presence there until that moment.

Back at your place, He would treat you to a 10-15 minute session of worshipping His Master feet. He played on His phone and looked away. You got on with your business, came and cleaned up. He then would go into the spare bedroom and take His shower. You would wait, no coffee needed after the initial incident! He would finish up and call when He was ready for you. You would enter the bedroom and He would be fully erect, fully encased, and ready to jerk Himself off while you hovered, kneeling, waiting for Him to unload His alpha seed all over His used gym sock.

He then would place that sock in your mouth and have you wait a moment. He only paid you attention from this point in to make sure you were really embracing His kind gift. When satisfied, He would grab His gym bag, have you put His clean socks on, the cum-encrusted one still firmly in between your cheeks. Then He would have you lightly kiss each new sock once before putting on His trainers and getting up to go. The only difference was that He would have His hand out, ready to collect His washed and dried sock from the previous day. You would fetch it from the bedside table drawer and He would put it back into His bag and leave. You had quickly adjusted to making sure it was there, ready and waiting, as good as new.

It became a wordless, yet deeply satisfying ritual for both involved. Mutual pleasure almost written in stone. You both depended on each other’s involvement, yet the asymmetric power involved, ensured you both got what you psychologically craved too.

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After roughly another month of performing the same sequence, 5 times a week, every morning after the gym, you wondered where any of this might be going. He seemed very happy with His routine and you certainly had no complaints! It wasn’t until, possibly, another two weeks later, one Friday out of the blue when He startled you and spoke deeply and affirmatively after you handed Him His clean sock - normally the end of that day’s activity.

What was He about to say?

He told you He was moving in to the spare room that weekend. He didn’t ask. He didn’t even say please. He just declared it. Now it was you who silently nodded. You knew words weren’t His thing. He didn’t want to ask or negotiate. He just said He wanted what was rightly His. You never used the spare room. You had absolutely no reason to object. Satisfied, He left and returned the next day with a few suitcases of clothes.

It was the first time (of many) that you saw Him on the weekend. You wondered if you would be treated to the privilege of worshipping His godly feet seven days a week from now on. To your delight, once he finished unpacking, you entered the living room to find Him bare-chested, in His usual Alpha position, right foot extended onto His stool, waiting for you to do do your business. Delighted, you immediately acquiesced. It was as if He had somehow always been there, in your apartment, that very position. Like nothing really had changed, even though neither of you had ever actually discussed the arrangements formally, bar His initial setting of His limits.

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He knew what His feet, His soles, His sweat and His cum did to you. He also clearly did not need to talk about it. You didn’t mind - in fact - it made you feel even more degraded yet lustful of your silent Master’s irresistible, manly feet; the power they had over you and your and His resulting pleasure had become all that mattered.

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A few weeks into your new life, you have both now settled into cohabiting. You don’t mind making small gestures to put your foot Alpha at ease such as making extra portions of your meals for Him in the evening and leaving them outside his door. You pick up the dirty clothes He leaves in piles outside His door, add them to your basket (catching a whiff of His sweaty tees or dirty socks when possible) and you deliver them back freshly laundered. He comes and goes as He pleases. You turn a blind eye to the girls He brings home on Friday nights. You wonder if He just does vanilla stuff with them, or whether He meets women specifically for the same thing He jerks over when you’re waiting for him to unload His Alpha seed into His dirty sock. You don’t care that he never contributes to any of the bills or chores, or that He seldom even speaks to you, bar the odd morning “Thanks foot boy” as He casually grabs the extra coffee you make and leave aside for him first thing in the morning.

Apart from the daily ritual after the gym, He does what He pleases and you never protest. You’re not a couple. But you’re far from simple flatmates either!

He knows the reason you agreed to let Him move in and why He lives rent-free. He knows you will do anything to be able to keep worshipping His regal soles and toes. The silent rules seemed to have become naturally fixed: he just lets you get on with your end of the bargain, once a day, no questions asked. Then He ensures He gets His.

Humbled by how far you’ve come and your successful foot-sub efforts so far this morning, you get back to work, tracing every wrinkle of His mighty sole with your tongue, while you continue to jerk your aching, erect cock. As ever, He won’t look down until you have unloaded and fully cleaned up. Then He will get up and go into the bathroom for His shower and afterwards, you’ll be waiting patiently for Him to summon you for His dirty sock jerking routine. After He has come and you have His sweat, juices and seed germinating in your mouth, you will place His clean socks onto His feet and He will let you kiss each one, once. After that you both go about your days, cycle not to be repeated again until the same time tomorrow.

It may not be the sort of co-existence most would dream of, but you don’t care. Your place is at the feet of your Alpha. You’re complete, and you like to think that He too has found just what He had been looking for. Questioning the last few months was unnecessary and undesired by either of you, it would seem. All you care about, is ensuring the Foot god you so desired and who randomly walked into your life and then moved into your apartment had His perfect, chunky, wrinkled soles worshipped and adored every day.

Just as they should be.

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Biggest fetish since as long as I can remember. My fantasy is to have the owner of a huge, manly, sexy pair like these sit or stand above me, me lying on the floor, watching them descend closer and closer to my face. Me, helpless to pretend I would even try to resist as they cover my entire submissive face. I want to breathe through their owner’s stench, beg to be allowed to lavish them up and down with my tongue and then in and around every giant toe, all the while, the new Foot God telling me...

“What a good, little foot-boy you are. It’s okay. Don’t be ashamed. I knew who you were as soon as I saw how you reacted, the first time I deliberately let you have a glance at My powerful, regal soles.

This will become your secret, happy place. You will crave these Alpha feet day and night. They will own your body and be your only, true source of happiness. See, I knew that would make you smile, and talk to that voice that’s been inside you since you can remember. It’s perfectly natural. My soles are perfect. Just give yourself to them.”

I will quickly learn how rock-hard my beta cock gets as soon as I see, touch, lick, suck and worship His feet, as He masterfully manoeuvres so that one is rubbing my aching bone up and down, while the other stays firmly and robustly covering my face lips and mouth. Together these Alpha male feet, with their bulbous, domineering toes, will own me. My brain, my body, my ecstasy. They will cement my deepest desires and it will become my rightful place to serve them from beneath.

The Foot God will let me completely surrender to His paws as I learn how He controls each of My orgasmic waves.

When He determines I have earnt it, He will command:

“Come, slave! Come for your Master’s almighty feet and soles. Feel their power. Feel your helplessness to resist.”

With that, ropes of my beta seed will cover the sole, so agilely caressing, rubbing and controlling my cock, the other engulfing my entire face, pressing down, making me feel its force. With my moans of pure, inferior bliss and delight, He will continue:

“Good slave. Good foot boy. Doesn’t it feel amazing to be under My total control. Master’s feet give you the most unimaginable pleasure possible. You will live to serve Me and My dominant feet. No foot Master can possibly make you feel like I do. Say it back footslave!”

“It feels amazing to be under Your total control...”

“Under Your total control, what?”

“Under Your total control, Sir.”

“Better, footslave. Continue.”

“Master’s feet give me the most unimaginable pleasure possible, Sir. I will live to serve You and Your dominant feet, forever, Sir. No foot Master can possibly make me feel like you do, my foot Master, Sir.”

“Very well, footslave. Now lick up the mess you’ve made. We have a big future ahead and lots more conditioning to continue with today.”

With each droplet of your beta seed sucked back off His godly soles, you will fall deeper and deeper in love with His feet, the feet which now own you. The feet you exist to serve, worship and adore. The foot Master you now live for.

My second attempt at a longer story, inspired some extremely hot images! I start with a paragraph and the narrative evolves around it as I get carried away! It’s hard not to when presented with such amazing, masterful soles being teased in front of us helpless admirers!!

Again, please let me know if this hit the right spots for you as well as any general feedback on the erotic writing. Enjoy!

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His foot lotion had long had some sort of bewitching effect on you. He saw the way you started lusting whenever you caught a glimpse oh his beautiful, high arches, perfect, wrinkly soles and domineering, plump toes. He thought He would try His regular experiment. He knew you were lying down, pretending to be doing something else as He casually grabbed His moisturising ointment. He saw your gaze move over as He sensually started rubbing the mixture into His right paw. He knew you liked a sole shiny and glistening. Right foot coated, He would present it out to you, like bait.

“Floor!” He would casually instruct.

And you would get down, underneath Him, looking up at the foot which was about to engulf you.

He stood above, reminding you who was Boss here.

He would gradually lower His sexy, shiny sole down onto your face. He saw the immediate hard-on in your slacks and How you were helpless to say no.

As soon as the ointment got closer to your nose, you inhaled deeply. His musk from a long day of training, coupled with the way the liquid accentuated each curve of your Boss’s feet, intoxicating you.

“Beg!” came the next order.

“Please Boss, let me worship your perfect, glistening feet.”

And with that, you were drowning in His sole. He held it there as you buried you face into each of its crevices. You awaited further orders.

“Lick slave.”

Your tongue slid out, exploring the meaty flesh, tracing the subtle wrinkles, finding its way in between each pleasure-inducing toe.

“Suck.”

One by one, you encompassed His bulging, masculine toes. He started with His big toe and you blew it like a cock. He started moaning with delight as He inserted further toes into your mouth, filling you with Him, His feet, His scent, marking His property.

He allowed you to make love to His right foot like this for what seemed like 20-25 minutes at least. All the while, your beta cock pulsated and you felt the precum oozing out at regular intervals. You loved every ecstatic second of being at His foot’s service. It felt right.

Once He eventually withdrew His right foot, He sat back down on His bed and started coyly rubbing His left one. You stayed on the floor, looking up, aching to serve your Boss’s other foot as well.

He looked down at you but did not change His stern expression.

“What are we going to do next with you today, my weak foot slave? What are we going to do with you now?”

Before you knew where you were, Boss had lowered His right foot back down to its original, resting place, covering the majority of your beta face, while His left came down hovering over your crotch.

“Something tells me My left foot is about to receive a different kind of lotioning cream today!”

And with that He commanded you to pull down your slacks. He placed His left foot over the raging bone sticking out in your underwear. His right remained engulfing your face and lips.

“Kiss my perfect sole again!” He ordered again as His left foot began pressing firmly down on your bulge. You let out helpless moans of ecstasy. You were owned by these Alpha feet and they controlled your waves of pure arousal. You wanted nothing more than to serve Boss’s almighty feet forever.

You carried on worshipping His perfect right paw as His left teased the aching rod inside your underwear, the material getting wetter and wetter with your beta drips by the minute.

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“It’s time foot slave,” He said after what seemed like a very long time had passed with your mouth adoring His feet and His feet, in return, enslaving your cock.

You pulled down your underwear and He swivelled round so that both of His masterful feet were now descending around your rock-hard bone. It fit perfectly in between His virile arches. You were drowning in ecstasy with the contact. Your cock felt right in between the superior man’s powerful paws. As He began to rub your dick, up and down, slowly, then quickly, slowly, then quickly, you started wincing at the pure pleasure coursing through your entire nervous system.

“Oh yes, someone was a very hungry foot slave today, indeed. I somehow think my Boss feet are going to have a particularly large protein bath today. Isn’t that right, foot slave?”

“Yes Boss,” you replied, “Your feet do things to me, no other person or thing can ever get close to.”

“Very well foot slave. In that case, it’s time to start counting down. Remember the drill. If you come before zero, or hang on seconds too long afterwards, you’re cleaning my toilet tonight with your tongue and spit-shining ALL of my filthy boots. Understood?”

“Yes Boss, perfectly Boss,” you replied compliantly but also in panic at the idea of letting down the Boss who treated you so well and brought you so much joy.

With that He told you to thrust and started counting down.

“10...”

You started frantically fucking your Boss’s perfect soles. The friction was very intense. You realised you had to calm down and it take it more slowly. His soles were already covered in so much precum that the lubricated, stiff hole was driving you and your penis wild.

“9....8....”

You were trying desperately to time your orgasm with His commands but you knew you couldn’t hold on for much longer. Boss was pressing His feet together, sending electric waves through your rod into your entire body.

“7...6...”

You looked up for reassurance and your Boss was sort of smirking. He knew what He was doing and He knew He could utter a few words and it would be game over for you. His conditioning had been that effective.

“5...Halfway there foot boy, keep going...”

Your cock ached with agonising ecstasy, your eyes were closed and your expression showed you were getting extremely close. Precum was still pouring out all over His meaty, wrinkles. Your cock glided so effortlessly in its friction against the manly flesh controlling it.

“4...”

You didn’t think you could hold it. Boss would be so disappointed. Please, dear god, hold on.

“3...”

It was about to be a volcanic eruption, you had got this far. Not long now!

“2...my good foot boy, you make Boss so happy when you obey.”

Those words, that trigger, the knowledge that you had pleased your Boss today, it was too much to handle!

“1...I’m so proud of you foot boy.”

Before he could continue, the word proud had a piercing effect in the air. It was too late. His feet, His musk all over you, His words of total control and reassurance. He knew what He was fucking doing! It was too late.

Ropes of cum jetted out of your aching rod. His soles became completely coated with your seed. So close. Fuck! It felt so good to have come in between your Boss’s powerful soles again, so masterfully engulfing your entire manlihood. You let out several moans of utter bliss. Your cock felt amazing but your brain also started panicking...“You were so close!”

Alas, you had come before zero...again!

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“I want every single speck of mud gone, immediately. One day, just maybe, one day you will learn to become the disciplined foot slave worthy of these almighty Boss feet. You’re getting so close. But not today. Lick my boots foot boy. Not another sound from you until they’re glistening in their cleanliness.”

And with that, the next hour was spent with your tongue meticulously tracing each inch of Boss’s boots. You felt humiliated and disappointed in yourself, yet also excited and relieved after your permission for ecstatic release. You would humbly accept your punishment today and keep striving to be the best foot slave your Boss could possibly dream of.

The battle today was part of the long-term war with your inner self-control. You knew Boss only had your best interest at heart. You loved your Boss and His perfect feet and you couldn’t wait for the next chance to demonstrate to Him that you could do as He told you. His feet were your destiny to mark the better soldier He knew He had to awaken within you. They completed you.

He has some of the best arches ever.

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?