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5 years ago
Your Roomate Was A True Alpha Male. He Always Left Dirty Jockstraps, Socks And Underwear Strewn Around

Your roomate was a true alpha male. He always left dirty jockstraps, socks and underwear strewn around the common space, and every time you tried to tell him to stop hed grab you and flex his giant bicep around your neck, until you begged him to stop. Whenever that happened he would flex and do a little show for you, just to prove how much better he was. One day he came home early and discovered you were smelling one of his jocks. Before you could explain yourself he pushed you up against the walk with his muscular arms. “So you’re a fag, huh? Well if you want my musky smell you can have it!” He laughed cruelly, and put his jock over your head so the part that his sweaty cock rubbed into was over your mouth and nose. “You’re a lucky fag, the last one was so pathetic i had to eat him. The little bitch was barely visible under my abs and he didn’t even clog the toilet when i shit him out. But you, you’re the lucky one. You’re going to smell my man musk every day for the rest of your life.”


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4 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feel mine”, he said.  

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

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

“RIght, sir.”

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

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

“Yes Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

“Now give me your hand.”

“My hand?”

“Daddy needs to put your ring on.”

“Ring?” you asked.

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

I M Sure He Would Like A Tongue Massage On His Beautiful Feet

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


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7 years ago

Such intimate foot adoration ❤️👣

https://www.youtube.com/embed/5x1t_IicCoA

He said to me before we started filming, “Oh good, those ‘foot doms’ you have on your channel haven’t been good enough. I can do it better”

And with that, here you go ;)


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4 years ago

Love the clever photo angle, as if he is looking down at you as you instantly give in to his powerful, wrinkly soles and he knows and exploits your deepest desires to submit to the masterful feet of a hot, masculine dom. Helplessly surrender!

sole-observer - Underfoot Fantasies

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4 years ago

Love a discerning look from an alpha daddy as he sees you surrender to his powerful feet. He knows his place and you know yours...

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4 years ago

Sometimes the best way to worship an alpha male’s masterful feet is to do so while being completely ignored. The unspoken assertion of dominance is completely erotic and very arousing. Get licking!

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4 years ago

Fuck, I just want to trace every wrinkle with my tongue as He continues to demonstrate how powerful His meaty, masculine soles are over me and my aching cock. 👅 👣🍆💦

Curl up those long toes!

Kirk gave a good stretch for his size 14 US feet, and that involves a lot of wiggling and curling of his toes. He certainly enjoys making these videos, he loves having his big feet adored! 🔥

Duration: 5:08 minutes

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4 years ago

Not one atom between the foot-slave whimpering in ecstasy as he surrenders to the Dom’s powerful soles. Hot bliss!

sole-observer - Underfoot Fantasies

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4 years ago

The reassuring caress of Master’s hand as you give in and surrender to your new life of unapologetic worship. Master’s feet own you and control your mind now. All you want is to be Master’s good boy and adore His feet forever. Close your eyes, get your tongue ready and fall deeper and deeper into blissful enslavement.

Its Ok BOY. Youre Mine Now. Just Sleep And Do DEEP DOWN. You Are Becoming My Slave NOW. So Weak, Just

It’s ok BOY. You’re mine now. Just sleep and do DEEP DOWN. You are becoming my slave NOW. So weak, just Master’s proprety. So tired and needy. 


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4 years ago

Want to make this handsome, masculine foot Daddy smile all day long by getting my face right underneath His soft, large, wrinkled soles and giving them all the attention and love they demand. They fully deserve to be sniffed, caressed, licked and worshipped by a dedicated and aroused admirer, lost in perfect bliss.

Friday's soles... 😍👣

Friday's Soles...
Friday's Soles...

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4 years ago

Your face in between your fantasy-come-true. Every foot sub’s favourite position between the big, meaty, powerful feet of the Master who owns them. How it’s meant to be. Really, this guy’s feet always get me very horny!!

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14US


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4 years ago

"Sorry to break it to you, but your strong legs and weak, aching crotch belong to My soft soles and meaty, powerful feet from now on. Shake your head but your growing bulge can do nothing but instantly and helplessly agree. That’s it, just relax, embrace and give in. There."

And just like that Master’s irresistible feet effortlessly claimed their next lucky victim.

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4 years ago

Really love the position this Alpha is in allowing a sub to both bury their nose in between the pert, inviting bubble butt cheeks and then move down to like those hot, masculine, meaty soles. Ass / arse and feet worship perfection coupled with an unimpressed, "I just know I have your full attention" facial expression. Hot!

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4 years ago

These sexy toes and feet wiggling truly are mesmerising. The way they make you stop scrolling, draw you in, make you yearn to be worshipping at them and take you to a place of pure arousal is inevitable.

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Some incredibly sexy size 14 feet.


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3 years ago

The moment the sub’s foot fetish is truly and irreparably unlocked as the Master’s meaty toe introduces itself to its mouth. The subtle shift in power exchange and the acceptance of one beta’s role in life have begun.

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3 years ago

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.

...

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!

...

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.

...

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.

...

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.

...

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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sole-observer - Underfoot Fantasies

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3 years ago

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.

sole-observer - Underfoot Fantasies

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2 years ago
Not My Original But A Bit Of Seasonal Humour I Found Enjoyable.

Not my original but a bit of seasonal humour I found enjoyable.

While most ‘normal’ men would be ‘buying’ him for his godly, Alpha physique and handsome face, most of you on here know by now that for me it’s those perfect, meaty, manly feet and boner-inducing, dominant, virile soles that instantly win me over.

What I wouldn’t give to have paws like that to worship, serve and adore this holiday period. Yum!


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5 years ago

Just some thoughts and wishes from a slave

Would be nice to have someone behind me, stroking through my hair and belly, touching my cock cage sometimes to let me remember who I am and in what place I belong and obviously remind me that I don't have to be anxious about anything.

Touching and pulling at my collar a bit, massaging and kissing my neck.

Someone who would let me feel comfy and loved. Let me be proud to be your slave.


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