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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Under Your total control, what?”

“Under Your total control, Sir.”

“Better, footslave. Continue.”

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

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

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

“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!

A big beefcake, and hunk of a Man.

But all you can do is stare longingly down at His meaty tops, His bulbous toes, and His inviting arches.

Wouldn’t it be a blessing to know if His soles match the rest of His perfect feet?

Better get on your knees and beg Him to let you have one small glance. If you ask really nicely, maybe He’ll even indulge you and your paltry desires with a little foot-worshipping opportunity.

What wouldn’t you do for half an hour of licking, rubbing, sucking, caressing, and kissing?

The fact is that He is twice the male you ever believe you can be. He can tower over you physically, and make you feel so small and inferior inside at the same time. Something within you craves to be lower down, and underneath such a Real Man. It eats away at you whenever you encounter such masculine energy and power. You NEED to be a foot-beta. You NEED to show a Master just how beneath Him you truly are. You can try to fight it. You can try to deny it. But deep down you know that you are a total, 💯% foot-slave for perfect Alphas and their perfect feet.

The moment you embrace it, will be the moment you finally feel at peace. So just surrender. Stop overthinking it and don’t keep Master waiting.

He promises you won’t regret it. 😈

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