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Can’t stop staring at these enchanting Alpha paws, footboy?

It’s perfectly natural and nothing to worry or be ashamed about, footslave.

They’re perfect and they’re made for dominating weak-minded underlings like you.

From the sublimely high arches, those magnificently plump toes and then the plethora of lightly etched wrinkles on those big, wide, meaty soles…you’re instantly theirs. Instantly His.

You’re right to feel mesmerised as they glisten in the sun. You’re right to feel an overwhelming urge to get down to your knees with your head underneath them. You’re right to beg Him for forgiveness as you reveal your true, pathetic, footslave self-identity.

Beg for the right to give them the worshipping they deserve. Pray He says yes.

They’re made to make you feel better. In their superiority, you feel weak and He gets stronger.

Give in to these soles’ divine, cosmic powers and submit. You’ll feel so, damn good as the ecstasy courses through your beta veins and the blood rushes to your beta c*@k.

Caress them.

Lick them.

Suck on their power and might.

Let them become your new, number one obsession.

Maybe, just maybe, if you’re a really good and dedicated footboy worshipper, your Serbian Alpha will grant you permission to unload your beta seed on them, covering them in all your inferior glory.

Some Men were born for Superior Greatness. Others were made to be down, underneath, at Their powerful and subjugating feet, soles and toes.

You can’t help it. Why would you even want to resist? One small clip like this is all it takes for you to know where you fit in.

Time to surrender!

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Resistance is futile, footslave. You will submit to Daddy’s feet and you will obey. Watch, salivate, beg and moan. Your destiny is serving Daddy’s superior soles. Don’t try to fight it. Just rest your head underneath their power. Stick out your tongue. Engulf your sub mouth with their glory. Oh, sure you can release that 🦴 That’s it. Lick, worship, massage, suck. Good boy. You’re in foot-beta heaven, aren’t you?

Owned.

“That’s it boy. Release your innermost desires. Give Master’s perfect foot all the worship and adoration it deserves. Lose yourself in your subservience. You know as well as I do how much My feet own you. It’s all you have ever wanted. Bury your face into that sole. Make love to it. Beg to please it. You found yourself when you got down on your knees and acknowledged the footslave you truly are. You crave to make it known that you belong to My perfect paws. Do as I say, boy. Obey and you will be rewarded. Good footbeta. Good footslave. Not an atom between you and the soles which own you. Good boy.”

“Thank You Daddy. Your soles complete me. I’m completely under their spell.”

“I know footboy. Don’t worry. Daddy’s here now.”

Master’s capturing the moment another helpless victim becomes irreversibly enslaved by His perfect paws:

5…4…3…2…1…

…And, poof! Just like that. You’re His for the taking from now on. Didn’t take long, did it, footboy?

Now get down on your knees, and beg to have the privilege of servicing those soft, enticing soles.

Don’t try to fight it. Feel that tightening in your underwear? That’s confirmation of everything you ever truly desired.

He’s adding your picture to His stable collection album as you wait, patiently, to start the first of many worship sessions to come.

And just like that, Master clicks His fingers and you know exactly what to do.

Lick 👅 caress 🤚 suck 👣 and let yourself get lost in the erotic bliss. 🍆 You deserve it, lucky footslave. 🌀 What a good footbeta! 🛐 Make Master truly proud. 💦

Ralph ran into the bathroom, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He looked at himself in the mirror, frightened and confused, yet his 🦴 was undeniably rock-hard, possibly the most aroused he had ever felt in his life. It was quite literally straining, in its rise to attention.

One glance at his Grindr hook-up’s incredible, masculine soles was all it had taken, from then on, he was completely mesmerised. He had found himself completely helpless to look away. And this muscle Adonis had just sat there, smiling, watching the transformation of yet another innocent date, into a footslave. As they had both headed upstairs and started to kiss and take their clothes off, he presumed Ralph was expecting a casual, normal, vanilla string of events. Oh, how wrong Ralph had been! Off came his socks, and the rest just fell into place.

He had become aware of the seemingly magical powers of his Alpha paws at an early age. Even in the locker-room, he saw how many of his peers just couldn’t stop staring whenever his meaty, virile feet were in their eyesight and the reactions it unequivocally caused within them. 😏 He decided to accept his unusual gift and use it to bring submissive men unparalleled pleasure, even if these guys had no idea of their potential to develop a completely unexpected new source of sexual joy up to then.

Today was just another one of these times:

“It’s okay Ralph,” he said in a calm and reassuring voice, “it’s just a perfectly normal reaction that you’re experiencing there. There’s nothing you can do to fight it. Don’t feel embarrassed. The pleasure coursing through your body is all you can feel. It won’t go away until you give into it and embrace it fully. Come back in here and I’ll show you exactly what you have to do. You’re going to join my footbeta stable. And you’re going to love it, become obsessed with it, and crave it all the time. I’m your FootGod from now on. You know it’s true…Come back in here and repeat it back to me. You have no choice.”

Ralph realised everything this near-stranger was saying was true. He still felt embarrassed, and nervous. This was truly a step into the unknown. But his 🍆 left little room for doubt, clouding all other forms of reasonable judgement, and overpowering his will to resist. It was so, damn hard! He decided to surrender what he was feeling deep down within himself. He started to believe and accept that he had wanted and needed this for so long. He usually classed himself as such an ‘in control’, ‘sorted’ guy and a catch for most other gay guys, many of whom he knew considered a handsome, fit, successful and intelligent hunk like him out of their league. Yet here he was, suddenly feeling inferior to another man’s feet with his only desires now being to get underneath them and worship them! It didn’t make any sense. But then he said to himself that it actually didn’t have to. He accepted his fate and made his way back into the bedroom, his erect pole saluting and on full show.

“You are my new FootGod and Master. I can’t help it. I don’t know what you’ve done to me. But all I can do is give in.”

“Good footbeta. That’s what I love to hear. I can tell you’re going to be my perfectly obedient foot-worshipper from now on. There’s no going back. Isn’t that right, slave?”

Ralph realised that every time he heard the words, foot- ‘beta’, ‘slave’ or ‘worshipper’, his 🦴 twitched and started leaking. This was insane! But also so utterly blissful.

“That’s it, my good footboy. You’re doing so, so well. Welcome to your new life.” His deep, distinguished, muscle-Daddy voice was so reassuring. Ralph just melted with every further statement he uttered. He yearned so much to embrace everything feeling that this FootGod was conjuring inside him.

“Good footslave. That’s it. No more thinking now. Just let yourself go. Come over to Daddy and get your face underneath His incredible, meaty, masculine soles. You deserve it. You deserve the ecstasy My feet can give you! Come on, footboy. Let’s get this started…”

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Are you ready to enter Daddy Aslan’s Kingdom?

In that case, start taking the first steps to the rest of your beta life.

It starts at His feet. Always down, always underneath Him, looking up. From now on, Aslan is your Daddy, your Alpha, your King, and everything else in between.

You know you are powerless to resist such Masculine Perfection and Power. His raw, devilishly good looks. His hairy, godlike chest. His bulging biceps. His dark, smouldering complexion. Aslan sums up every feature of every Alpha you have ever thought about, seen, craved, and dreamt of serving. He knows it. you know it.

That’s right, just feel any sense of fighting it slip away. Drop to your knees. Put your face in front of His perfect soles. Inhale His Greatness. And wait for His instructions. He calls all the shots, you just wait, listen, and obey.

Admit that this is all you ever wanted. Admit that this is what you are supposed to be. A nobody, idolising at the feet of the epitome of Somebody. Everything you never have been, and never will be.

King Aslan had conducted enough of these beta inductions and initiations to have the ceremony down to a T:

He remained Mighty in His handsome Glory, atop His fitting Throne. He put you on the floor. He took off only His shirt, as well as of course His socks and shoes. You removed all clothing. He let you stay there, allowing you plenty of time to take in His greatness, exchanging no words, just observing your descent into His world, where He alone reigned.

“Are you ready to embrace greatness, beta?” He finally uttered, His voice deep, sexy, and dominant.

“Yes, King Aslan.”

“Good boy.” He replied, a warmth entering His stern demeanour.

“Are you prepared to leave behind your sorry, unfulfilled, prior life, and dedicate the rest to serving Me, in My Kingdom?”

“Yes, King Aslan. It is all I desire.”

“That pleases your new King, beta. But from now on, you are not permitted to refer to yourself as I. That pronoun is reserved for Real Men. From now on, it will simply be referred to as ‘it’. Does it understand?”

“Yes King Aslan. It understands completely. Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Very good, My new beta slave, catching on so fast. King Aslan thinks it was born to do this. It is pleasing its new Owner enormously already. It has earnt the right to start rubbing the superior soles in front of it. This is all it wants to do, correct?”

“Yes King Aslan, a thousand times, ‘yes’.”

“Very well. It shall begin. Slowly. Taking in every part of the new objects of its desire.”

No need for any further waiting for permission, it got straight down to worship. It had waited its whole life for this moment. It felt so damn good. It was already rock hard to be worshipping such Greatness. It felt honoured, inferior, and so turned on.

As it got to work, King Aslan gave orders, commentating its ceremony, and reinforcing the way life was from now on…

“Yes, beta. Feel My soft skin, underfoot.

“Caress My incredibly perfect arches.

“Place its hands all over My royal foot-skin.

“Massage My toes. Touch in between. Get to know every part of My Alpha Daddy paws.

“Stay at King Aslan’s soles for as long as its heart desires.

“Underneath Me, means underneath My Power, as well as My unbridled love and protection.

“It is doing so well. It’s well on its way to being granted full entrance into the Empire stables.

“It may start licking.

“It may suck My plump, powerful toes.

“It may touch itself.

“It is so hard, so happy, so grateful to King Aslan, for letting it have the best time of its existence.

“It must now place its betamanhood in between its new King’s arches.

“It must now start thrusting back and forth.

“It won’t last much longer. Worshipping a True Man. A Superior. A God. It will struggle to contain its ecstasy.

“It will soon erupt over the Royal Feet in front of it, thus cementing its new position in its new life. It must become who it has always craved to be.

“Time for a countdown…ready, beta?

“10…it is trying so hard to hold on

“9…it wants to make Daddy happy

“8…it feels impossible to wait, doesn’t it?

“7…can it make its Alpha proud?

“6…the struggle, the surrender, its face shows its difficulty

“5…

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“Uh oh…it seems to have had a premature accident. It tried so hard. Becoming a little in Aslan’s Kingdom was too overwhelming for it, wasn’t it? Oh noooo….”

With its seed spilt all over its King’s feet, it felt both the total high from the intense pleasure that had just played out, but it also felt dread, what happened to betas who couldn’t manage to follow instructions to the letter?

It didn’t have to wait much longer to find out. King Aslan reached over to the table at the other end of His throne, His feet still coated in drying beta seed, its betabone spent and shrinking, still firmly in between His paws.

King Aslan picked up a bell from the table and rang it once, then once again.

What was happening?

On cue, in came another male, probably aged about 40, naked, like it, with a well-sculpted body. This male was also very attractive. And looking down, you couldn’t believe how big this male’s 🍆 was. What’s more, it was as rock hard as its had been minutes ago…

“My King. It’s happy you rang. May I know how long this one lasted?”

“King Aslan is happy to see you too, 1.1. I have found a very pleasing, new beta. Its worship was, indeed, just as it should be. It tried so very HARD to make it. But it surrendered entirely at 5.”

“Very well, My King. It is delighted to know that a new beta has made it into Your Kingdom. From now on, it shall be known as 5.12, in that case?”

“Yes, 1.1. Goodness Me, am I up to 12 already in the fives’ stable? How time flies!”

“Yes, My Lord. 5.11 will be grateful.”

“Won’t it just?” King Aslan replied, with a handsome smirk.

1.1 came over to the floor and got down on its knees next to it.

“Clean King Aslan up, betas, immediately.” King Aslan manoeuvred one of His perfect feet to 1.1’s face, and the other to its own.

“Yes King Aslan,” both betas replied in unison.

And with that both tongues protruded, licking in long strokes all over those Masculine, meaty soles.

Both were now glistening in beta saliva. Neither beta looked up, both lost in their task at hand.

“Very good, both,” King Aslan said after a few more minutes of cleaning. “Their King’s feet are shining in fitting glory. And spotless, as Royal Feet should be.

“1.1, please continue 5.12’s induction ceremony as per the usual routine. This one’s going to be a perfect addition to My Foot Kingdom, I just know it.”

“Yes, My King. Immediately, Your Highness,” 1.1 replied.

What could come next? No idea! Everything that had just happened was already so very perfect.

1.1 turned and said, “it’s time to assume the position of a 5 in our King’s hierarchy, fellow beta. Don’t panic. All will become clear. King Aslan has devised and perfected everything that is about to happen to a T. The next step into beta foot slavery begins now. Come with it and find out…”

As soon as 1.1 had said these words, King Aslan rang the bell five times, then another eleven. Lo and behold the same door that 1.1 had come through opened again, and in came another naked male beta, less sculpted than 1.1, still a decent build, little fat, around 30 in age probably, smaller than 1.1, but most definitely as erect as it!

What could possibly be about to happen next?

“Enter 5.11. Thanks for coming so quickly.” King Aslan smiled for the first time. If it was possible He looked even more beautiful than ever. He was a true Godly King! And then He turned back to look down at it:

“Just wait, 5.12. If the first part of its ceremony made it happy, the next is going to take it to paradise…”

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TBC

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To celebrate reaching 1500 followers, and as a thank you for your likes, comments, messages etc. I decided to start what I hope will become a new series with one of the sexiest Men I have ever seen with some of the best soles I know of. I hope you like it, and please feel free to let me know your reactions, feedback, and suggestions for how this Foot Kingdom could develop…