Gay Fetish Erotica - Tumblr Posts

Had me go from Zero to Rock hard in seconds. Really hot guy. Excellent writing! I hope part 2 is about training you to lavish his Alpha feet with puppy licks!

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!

...

...

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.

...

...

“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!

...

...

“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.

It was unexpected yet so natural when your coach turned out to be your new Daddy Foot Dom. The transition felt so impromptu yet also so damn right.

You had mostly taken His orders in the gym and now you craved His full direction in the locker room, living room and, if you got lucky, bedroom too.

From every inch of His plump toes, to every wrinkle of His huge, engulfing soles and every single degree of His God-like arches, your tongue felt like it belonged there. Obeying your FootDaddy sent enormous waves of pleasure through your whole body. Your 🍆 grew rock hard from the moment you first made contact. Worshipping, adoring and taking care of Daddy’s feet was your purpose in life. It made Daddy so proud to call you, ‘His’. ‘His footboy’, ‘His footslave’, ‘His footbeta’. It made you so humble, so wanted, so validated.

Your performance in the gym improved exponentially with your newfound commitment to your submissive craft. When before you hadn’t completely bothered to do all your Dom Daddy told you, now you knew it wad so natural and so right to want to be the best footsub possible. Your rewards were plentiful. Daddy treated you like a Prince in exchange for you treating Him like your true Foot King.

You moaned with pleasure as He kept commanding you and you obeyed Him. You never realised how much you needed to submit to the pull of a top tier Alpha’s magnetic feet. He and You both felt like your life finally had a purpose now. Ecstatic fulfilment. Pure inseparability. You were made to do this; born to be under mighty, magnificent, Daddy soles. Perfection.

daddy trained me to be ready when he gets home from work. I am always on my knees in front of his place. I take his shoes and socks off and I give him a feet massage. I'm always an obedient kid because he's good with me. Daddy loves to have his feet licked, so I don't need to hear the order to start licking like a puppy. If I do it great, he will let me sleep at the bed's feet warming his feet with my body.

“Hey, little guy. Look, it’s time for us to have a talk…

Coach caught you off-guard as you finished up on the weightlifting bench. He had been eyeing you oddly ever since you had set foot in the gym that day. Three weeks since you and your friend had started coming, after the recommendation of his massage therapist. You didn’t know this guy but you had seen him around and he had a perfect, muscly, stacked body from head to toe. So it felt completely natural to follow his footsteps and see what happened.

You expected the coach to say something about your reps. Maybe you hadn’t been pushing yourself as much as he thought you should? So you listened to him speak. He started:

“Ever since you and your friend started coming to My gym, I’ve noticed that you just can’t stop staring at My feet…

Oh shit. That’s not what you expected him to say at all. It’s true that you found him irresistibly sexy, and that something about his energy had made you unable to look away from his 🐾. Being a big, male, foot-fetishist was your biggest secret, after all. But you thought you did a good job of hiding it in general. Had you just been unmasked for the first time ever?!?

He continued:

“At first I figured you were just a bit shy and all considering you kept looking down at the ground. Maybe My big muscles and Alpha attitude made you feel, like, inferior. That wouldn’t be so unusual. Plenty of guys find it hard to look Me in the eyes when they first meet Me. But you, nah, you’re not that way inclined, are you?

You found yourself yearning to reply no, but what came out was actually: “No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

He ignored your apology as if it was normal to him. He continued:

“You come, you both follow my training schedule, you’re both losing weight fast and developing good tone, but something strange keeps happening…

“So what is it? Have you got some big, gay crush on MY FEET? C’mon, say something. This is all just getting a bit too hard to ignore. I mean, My feet are perfect, right? Every part of Me is just so masculine. It makes sense.

Suddenly, He pulled out an action figure from His shorts pocket. And He went to sit down on the weightlifting bench that you had just been on, in front of you both. He lifted His feet from the ground, and put this little figure in between His soles! You couldn’t believe what was happening. Had He planned this to the last detail?

He continued saying:

“Look at this little action figure, struggling between My meaty soles. Do you wish that was you, or something?

“I knew I had to grab your attention in some way. Well here it is. Do you crave to be crushed under My virile power? Are you going to beg to be My footslave? You may as well just come out and say it. Somehow I think you’re destined to be My new beta-footlicker. What do you think?

With the surprise of the situation, His undeniable candour, and His own way of speaking so affirmatively, your d**k started reacting in a very unexpected way…

He looked at the effect He, His feet, and His proposal was having on you, and He wasted no time in declaring:

“I can see the effect the idea is having on you. Wow that’s crazy. It’s making you so hard, so aroused. Well there’s no point in denying it further. Get on your knees and beg to My new foot-freak. Go on. We could make this interesting for the both of us. Haha look your friend can see you drooling. How pathetic you must truly feel.

“Let’s go..

With that your new Alpha Coach Foot-Master clicked His fingers and pointed. You moved fast, you lay down on the floor, you stuck your tongue out and you coated His magnificent soles in your beta saliva. Big, long, strong licks, covering every inch of the skin on the underside of His feet. As you did so, you felt incredibly alive. You forgot the unexpectedness and weirdness of Him doing this in the gym, in front of your friend and everyone else around. You could only focus on the fact that you felt like you were in total bliss. Master’s feet engulfed your face. They were controlling you. They made you feel so good. Why had you fought this for so damn long? You were a little male foot-fetishist, you always had been, and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. The nights you spent jerking off over foot porn, over and over again, followed by shutting down the laptop and carrying on as if nothing had happened. It was damn time you finally got what you knew you truly craved, desired, and needed!

Thinking about your friend watching and discovering your dirty, little secret should have petrified you. But in fact it sent even more waves of joy and pleasure coursing through your veins, your whole body, and your overridden mind.

Before you knew what you were doing, you’d frantically pulled down your shorts, revealing your 🦴 which was in full, uncontrollable salute. Your new Master manoeuvred Himself slightly, leaving one of His mighty soles covering your pathetic beta face. While the other stomped down on your 🍆 area. He was now in contact with your hard, aroused pole. And it felt electric! ⚡️ It didn’t take much for Him to give you a few gentle rubs, and you could hold on no more. You convulsed, you shivered in ecstasy, and you 💦 right there, on the gym floor, in plain sight of your friend and the other guys on the machines. You were from now on a truly outed foot-sub, galore. Master saw through all your pretence and just gave you the sensation of a lifetime…And it felt so right! You moaned as you 💦 some more. You sighed. You breathed fast. And then you felt totally complete.

Master handed you a towel and told you to get cleaned up. Then He said that He wished to have a private chat with you in His office. He was suddenly a lot more matter-of-fact, whereas before He had been a little bit coy when He seduced you with His action-man foot scenario.

You washed away your beta-semen, pulled up your shorts and shifted to get up to follow Him.

As you did, you wondered if the last 15 minutes had been a weird, lovely dream. They hadn’t.

He extended His hand to help you stand. It was as if He was sending a message to everyone around Him who may well be in complete shock at what they had just seen taking place. Your Alpha-Coach-Master was clearly signalling that nobody was to react or find what had just happened at all strange. He was so domineering. So powerful. Nobody seemed to question anything, all because He was who He was. He ran this gym. His clients were all under His powerful influence, clearly.

You could do nothing but bathe in His Alpha glory as He led you into the back. You felt safe and you felt protected. Like He was putting a magic bubble around you, making sure His new little footslave was at ease and ready to embrace his future. You honestly felt like you were floating on air. You were nervous as to what He was going to suggest next. You trembled with suspense and delight. You knew your life had changed irreversibly and forever. You gave a huge grin, and you felt a kind of peace and serenity that you had never experienced even one time before. You knew this was the way it was supposed to be. And you were getting hard again to boot.

What a lucky little footbeta you truly were!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Sir. Yes, Master. Yes, Alpha.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2…I’m trying Alpha, trying so hard…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…4 weeks later…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I Love Farts

Hello everyone, I was sevenbillionasscheeks, 7kbuttcheeks, and on deviantart bluedinosaur77. I'm back to post my stories again. I've written dozens of gay fart fetish stories because I love men's asses, str8 guys stink, and farts. Reposting stories will take some time but I'll try updating with my old stuff as well as current series etc. I don't want this blog to be deleted so I'll be text only and hope that tumblr doesn't purge me again.

Follow if you also love farts and reading stories where gay fart fetish fantasies come true

Caught Behind the Bar

This is an old story I wrote inspired by a real conversation I overheard while standing at a bar. Two straight guys (I assume?) were talking about their friend's huge cock and how hung he was, and then the guy walked up to them and they said "speak of the Devil" and I was turned on beyond belief.

~3k words

...

It was a chilly autumn night and I had just gotten out of work when my roommates texted me and asked me to pick up a pizza from the local bar and grill. That’s how this all started; a boring night in with me grabbing some pizza.

I walked into the place and it was packed. Saturday night and all. Full tables chatting over mozzarella sticks and BBQ wings. I went up the hostess to make my order for takeout. It’s just me and my two roommates Connor and Jesse, but they want two large pizzas. We’ll just be playing video games and having pizza and beer.

The hostess said, “if you want you can wait at the bar and we’ll bring the food out when it’s ready.”

I thanked her, sat, and ordered a beer. I didn’t mind sitting at bars alone like this. Sometimes I’d people-watch or try to make up backstories and conversations. But I was tired from work so I had my phone out and was playing a mindless game. Several minutes passed by, and I overheard something being said by a guy a few seats away from me,

“…it’s so big, it’s like he’s got a whole other person down there.”

I blinked, and smirked. I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded like innuendo.

But then he continued, “and he doesn’t shave so it’s like a full head of hair.” I glanced up at him, he was a cute guy, messy black hair, pretty thin, and talking to a guy who was bigger with a beer gut and sweats.

The chubby guy said “I don’t get the guys that don’t shave their pubes; girls like it smooth.”

His friend said, “Eh, I like feeling wild.”

My heart skipped a beat. These two guys were talking about their junks in the middle of a crowded bar! I felt my dick get hard at the thought of them naked. This was too crazy. I pulled out my phone to text Jesse the whole convo. He and I are gay and we like to text each other about the hot guys we see or hear in public.

As I did, I heard the thin guy say, “but yeah, I don’t know, Danny’s genes are great. He’s like a horse down there,”

This was crazy. They’re talking about how big their friend’s cock is. I quickly added that in the message to Jesse. My fingers were going so fast I made spelling errors.

Jesse replied: lol omgggg tell them you’ll suck them off

I smirked. Of course I wouldn’t. But I could dream.

“Well speak of the devil,” I heard the larger guy boom. I looked up and saw the hottest stud in the area. He had short brown hair, a strong jaw, the sleeves of his hoodie were halfway up his arms, and he had jeans that showed off his thighs. I thought I was going to drool from the thought of his huge cock in his pants, underneath that thick bush.

“What are you guys talking about?” He had a sexy voice too, fuck.

“You. Just jealous.” the thin friend smiled. But they changed the subject.

I texted that bit of the convo to Jesse too.

Jesse: holy shittt dude you gotta take a pic

That was another thing we did; take quick creep shots of the hot guys we saw, and go on about how much we’d want to be fucked by them and stuff. Maybe it wasn’t polite but hey I was a guy in my 20s at the time. Glancing over my shoulder, I made sure the hostess wasn’t looking toward me, and that no one was standing behind me. I brought my phone up and tried to make an inconspicuous angle to get them in the shot. I took a couple pics of Danny, who had taken off his hoodie. He had a tight grey shirt and big muscular arms. This guy def went to the gym a lot. And he didn’t shave his crotch, and he had a huge dick that his friends were jealous of. What a fucking alpha. I managed to take five quick pictures, and sent the best one to Jesse.

Jesse: wow if you don’t suck him off i will

Again, I smiled. I kept drinking my beer.

Several minutes later, I glanced up and noticed that Danny was staring at me. His friend, the bigger one who had his back to me, also turned around and gave me a quick look. I dropped my gaze to my phone. Why were they staring me down? I started to feel my stomach drop. Did they catch me taking pics? No, how could they know? Has to be something else, maybe they’re not even looking at me, I thought. My pizzas were ready so a guy from the kitchen brought them out to me. I thanked him, balanced them in my arm, and headed out the door.

The moon was bright in the alleyway. I was walking through there as a shortcut to get to the parking lot across the street where my car was. I was maybe halfway down the alley when I heard footsteps getting closer behind me. “Hey, fuckface.”

I jumped and nearly screamed from the surprise. I twisted around and saw him; Danny and his two friends. He looked angry. “Am I ugly or something?”

“H,huh?”

“You taking pics of me and my friends for some reason,” he went on, “so what is it, you think my face is funny?”

I was caught off guard. “No, that’s, no I wasn’t,”

The three of them got right up to me, Danny was staring down right into my eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to run, just throw the pizzas down and run like hell. But I felt frozen, their eyes locking me in place.

“I’ll give you three seconds to tell me what your deal is or your teeth get knocked out. One,”

“You’re really hot,” I gulped, “Your friend was talking about your huge cock and I thought it was hot and I wanted to show my gay friend a pic of you,”

It just spilled out of me. My face was burning red. This felt like karma coming back for me after all the creep pics I took. I don’t even know why I thought the truth was ok, because as I said it, I was worried that would make him even more mad. But instead, I saw him start to smile, and his buddies were laughing.

“Wait, you guys said that?”

“I did,” said the thin one, “I noticed after the gym yesterday.”

“Gee, Lou, what can I say,” he shrugged. Then he looked back at me, “Well why didn’t ya say so,” his breath reeked strongly of beer.

“I’m sorry though, I’ll delete them,” my voice was shaky. I just wanted to go home.

“Eh, sure but,” he looked at his friends with a smile, “following you out here cost us our seats. That bar is too packed for those to be open for long.” He slowly took the pizzas off my arm and handed them to the bigger friend, who set them neatly on the ground nearby. Danny’s large arm fell around my shoulder. I thought that he was def going to beat me to a pulp now, but I still felt so sick I couldn’t move.

He said, “I think you need to make it up to us, you know the stress of a stranger creeping on us, and taking three good old American boys away from our beer.”

“I’m sorry, I have money in my wallet,”

He laughed, “Oh no no no, your money’s no good here.” he rubbed my hair. “Tell you what’s gonna happen now; you’re gonna get on your knees, I’m gonna pull my pants down, and your gonna kiss my ass cheeks. Understand?”

No sound came out of my mouth. I was shocked at what he’d just said. But I felt myself nodding.

“Good. Hurry up now, I ain’t got all night.”

My knees went weak and I fell onto the ground. My whole body was trembling. Despite the fear from earlier, what this was turning into had made my dick shoot up rock hard. True to his word, Danny turned around, hands on either side of his waist, and sighed, I only got a glimpse of his jeans hugging his ass cheeks before he pulled them down and showed them to me bare. There was a light amount of light brown hair around the crack, the cheeks were smooth globes, really thick. I saw a freckle near the bottom of the right cheek.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” He said, “kiss my ass. Go on. Apologize.”

His friends were cackling. I leaned forward with my lips pursed, staring at his ass that only got bigger as I got closer. My lips met his warm skin, and I gave a big kiss on his left cheek.

“Uh, excuse me dude, but I think I said ‘cheeks’ plural.” I looked up and saw Danny wink to his friend whos laugh was bellowing in the alleyway.

“I’m sorry sir,” I stuttered, and quickly brought my face up to his right cheek to kiss it.

“Hah! Sir! Exactly,” he looked over his shoulder, “You’re not done down there. Keep going. Left, right, left, right,”

So I did. I kissed each cheek of his huge ass over and over. Being down there, I was hit by the smell. He hadn’t showered yet that day, and the musk that was being held up in his underwear was out. With each pass, I got another hint of his ass crack, his gooch, his ball sack. I saw the hair under his ass around his balls. And his friends were still laughing at me. My cock was rock hard and drooling in my pants.

“Doing a great job boy, keep it up.” I looked up and saw that he was giving the thumbs up and smiling at his friend, who was holding his phone. A bright light shone and I realized too late that they were taking pictures of us. This was humiliating. This was the karma I deserved.

“Wait I got an idea, uh, stop.” so I did. He whispered something to his friend Lou. Lou smiled an evil smile, and he took of his shoe to pull off his sock. I was so confused. He handed the sock to Danny, who then turned around, grabbed each massive cheek, and pulled them apart to show me his asshole. I stared into it; it was tiny and pink surrounded by a tuft of brown hair. I thought I was going to cum right there.

“What do you see in front of you?”

“Your asshole, sir,”

“Correct! You’re smarter than you look.” that got a couple laughs, “Ok so, part two of your punishment; I haven’t showered today, so this sock is going in your mouth and your nose is going right there in my asshole, and you’re going to breathe in my stink for the next couple minutes while I have a quick conference with my boys here. Got it?”

My heart was racing. “Yes sir.”

“Good.” without more instruction, he let go of one cheek to hand the sock to me. I bunched it up into a ball and shoved it into my mouth as he pulled his cheeks apart again. The taste of Lou’s sweat took over my tongue, and with no other way to breathe but my nose, I fell forward and plugged it into Danny’s asshole. He dropped his cheeks and they suctioned over my face, making it very hard to breathe, and what little I could breathe was pure ass fumes. The stink of a man’s shithole at the end of a long day.

Meanwhile, I noticed just over the cusp of his ass cheeks blocking my vision, he leaned forward to huddle with his friends and whisper more plans. My fingers were clenching and grabbing at my jeans, partly because of the horrible stink, but mostly because I’d wanted to touch myself so bad. I’d never done anything like this with another man before. I used to be too shy to mention any dom and sub stuff. But this man, he must have spotted me as a faggot a mile away, he was ready to humiliate me like this in front of his friends. I prayed for him to fart up my nose and laugh at me like the sick little pig I am.

Sadly, in those few minutes of breathing nothing but ass funk, he didn’t fart. When he was done talking to his friends, he peeled his cheeks off my face and told me to spit out the sock, so I did. The stink was still covering my face and I had a feeling I would cum if I even moved my legs.

“Ok so we don’t have that much time, so you only have two more things to do.” Danny said, “Lemme introduce you to my friends. This here is Lou. And this here we call Moose. They’re gonna drop their pants too and you’re gonna get some cardio in kissing all of our cheeks. Then when we’re tired of that, we’ll pull those cheeks apart and you’re going to kiss our assholes. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Perfect. Let’s start.”

As he said, the two friends turned away from me and yanked their pants down. Lou’s ass on the left, Moose’s on the right, and Danny’s in the middle. I stared at the row of asses in front of me and went to work, crawling behind and planting kisses on each cheek down the line. I got to Moose’s giant cheeks and gave each one a peck before going backward. It was crazy. I shivered in the chilly air as my lips met Danny’s cheeks again, and my knees hurt scrambling to kiss Lou’s ass.

“Like a typewriter,” Danny laughed, and made a loud “Ding!” noise when I got to the front of the row again. The others laughed, staring at me. I saw Moose whip out his phone to take a picture. When I kissed their cheeks again going back down to his end, his hands reached back grabbing his large hairy cheeks and spread them,

PRRRRPRRPRPP

They all howled in laughter as I had to move into the fart cloud to kiss his ass. The stink was gross, even outside it stayed put.

After a few more minutes, Danny said, “Alright boys, spread em” and all together they yanked their cheeks apart, flashing me their assholes, “Kiss each brown star, and take your time; this is a great opportunity that you should savor.”

At Lou’s ass, I trembled and leaned in to kiss his pink hole. Obeying Danny’s command, I stayed there for a few moments, pushing my lips up against it, before pulling back and crawling to him. He eagerly kept his cheeks apart for me, and again I pressed my lips hard against him, trying to push into his hole. I could smell his musk on my lips as I left. When I got to Moose, I was about to close my eyes,

PPTPTTTT

Another chuckle. “Hold on, hold on,”

PRTRPTRPTRPTR

They kept laughing evilly, and he said, “Alright I’m out of farts now, dig in.” I leaned into his musky hairy trench, fighting against the stink of his nasty farts, and gave his asshole a deep kiss.

“How do you feel, fag?” Danny asked.

I could smell all of their assholes on my lips, and I shivered, “dirty,”

“Good. Are you dirty enough to suck me off in this alleyway?” My heart stopped. He pulled his cock out from the waistband of his boxers, a heavy and thick looking beast under his black bush, and he said “make all your dreams come true?”

“Yes sir,”

He guided me behind a dumpster. Lou and Moose kept look out while I stayed on my knees and slowly took Danny into my mouth. I gagged before he was even halfway in, flaccid. I had to back up and focus on his head for a bit to get him hard. He was already excited from humiliating me earlier and feeling me against his asshole. I licked around his cock head and it got harder, and larger.

“Can you even take it?”

“I don’t know,”

“First time for everything.”

I went down and pushed against my gag reflex to swallow him. It was hard, and it was painful at first, but I made myself breathe and took the whole thing into my throat. I gagged and drooled on his cock, up and down, making him moan and laugh, until his moaning got louder. I felt his fingers dig into my hair, forcing me down. I started choking on the thick spurt of cum that shot into my throat, more and more. I felt sick from gagging, but my throat muscles tightened around him too much and it was like I was milking the cum out of him, so he wouldn’t let me up. After his dick started to shrink back to normal, I got back to regular breathing and sucked on it to keep it warm, tasting the last but of cum that dribbled out.

“You did a great job fag.” he pet my head like a dog. He pulled out of my mouth. I coughed and gasped, leaning against the building.

“Your pizza is over there,” Moose told me. It was so bizarre, they were acting like they didn’t just bully me into kissing their asses and then deep throat their friend behind a fucking dumpster. Were these guys crazy? Or just used to this? Did they do this kind of stuff often?

And Danny said, “If you ever want to blow me or my friends, here’s my number.” and gave me some scratch paper.

I blinked, “Thanks.”

They never asked my name, didn’t even look back, as the three of them got back to talking about the next football game or something, as if none of this ever happened. I trembled in the dark. Jesse would never believe me…