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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 …

You knew it wasn't right to do this, but you couldn't stop yourself, or your new husband, who was on his knees at the foot of the bed next to you.

Your friend had brought her new boyfriend to your wedding, and you and your soon-to-be husband were pretty sure he was closeted as soon as you met him. You joked and jabbed at him a few times about it, watching him flush. But still, you couldn't help but notice how his broad suit jacket stretched against his big broad back or his dress pants wrapped around his thick thighs. Most of all, you kept starting at his long dress shoes, imagining his sweaty feet trapped in there. But you controlled yourself and kept it to yourself. Until your man brought up the same thing after you were all back at the hotel room getting ready for bed. You had to get up early for your dream honeymoon you were both dying to go on. You were just about to stop talking about it when there was a knock at the door. You answered together.

He was standing there in his suit, pants unzipped, huge cock hanging between his legs. His alpha presence instantly both broke of you. You both stood silent, minds instantly wiped blank of anything except drinking in the sight in your drunken stupor. After a moment he stepped into the room, zipping it up. He sat down on the large armchair in the room, dress shoes crossed on the table on top of your suit leaving a large footprint. You didn't notice.

"So you boys think I'm closeted?" he said quietly, "But that's not going to stop you from competing to lick up my sweat, right boys?"

"No sir," you and your husband said in unison. But you barely heard each other. You were both just focused on him now.

"So who wants my balls and who wants my feet? Actually, one of take the left half of me, one of you take the right. But first, put these on," he said, hurling two thongs at you. You boy complied, stripping and putting on the panties.

You fell to your knees, crawling towards him, each untying his shoes with your mouths before pulling them off, letting the hot musk from inside his shoes wash over you. He watched your cocks get rock solid in your new underwear, smiling smugly as you both turned to his feet, inhaling and chasing more of the scent you'd both become instantly addicted to from his shoes. His black socks were drenched from being trapped in his shoe all night and you both started sucking on the fabric, lapping up his sweat till their was nothing left and you pulled the socks off with your teeth. The smell intensified as his tan feet were unveiled, so pretty, so beautiful, so suckable. You both gyrated on the ground, eyes closed as you sucked and smelled his sweaty feet, moaning intermittently.

He watched, pleased as you forgot about each other to focus solely on worshipping him. Two new boys for his collection. He could tell you were onto him at the party, but he could also tell he could easily dominate you both. He watched you both squirming, desperate for him, and then tilted his head back enjoying the pleasure.

After a while he kicked you both off his feet and stood, gesturing towards his suit.

"It's a bit hot in here. Why don't you boys get me out of this suit into a bathrobe?" he said.

You complied, one of you going for his pants, the other for his suitjacket. It slid off with ease revealing his broad back bulging from his dress shirt. Your hands grazed over his thick back, rubbing the muscles, massaging him before you unbuttoned the buttons slowly, revealing a dark valley of chest hair that it took all your strength not to plunge your face into. His beefy, fuzzy stomach appeared next from under his shirt. You pulled it off completely, and he locked your head into his hairy, stinking pit. You drank up the scent and sweat greedily.

At the same time the other one was unbuckling his pants, pulling them down to reveal tan treetrunk legs and huge thighs, all covered in dark hair. Hot musk emanated off his underwear now free from the suit they'd been in all day, drawing your face in closer. He locked you in with his thighs when you were close enough.

He looked down at you both locked in his grip, lost in silent ecstacy while you drank in his musk, laughing at how easy it had been to turn you into his personal servants. Then he let go, reminding you about the bathrobe which you quickly draped over him. He walked to and then sat down on your bed, spreading himself out.

"Good boys, good boys. Now, you, pour me that last glass of your wine. And you, looks like you have a cigar over there. Looks expensive. I'll be smoking that now. Bring it over here, dog."

You both followed your commands, pouring him a drink and lighting the cigar in his mouth, serving your new master. He sat back, a King in this room with his two slaves devoted solely to his pleasure licking his balls and sucking his thick, big cock, each sucking on his nipples, sniffing his ripe pits and telling him all the ways they planned to please him from now on.

When he finally blew his load all over himself, you both crawled up and down him, licking it up out of his thick chest hair hungrily.

"Tell you what boys," he said as you cleaned him up and both nestled under his hairy pits on either side of him, "You're going to cancel your flights. I've got a new honeymoon planned for you. You'll spend the week here, with me, sucking my cock and drinking up my cum and submitting to my alpha presence, worshipping me however I want or you can imagine. Sound good?"

"Yes, sir," you both replied.