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“Real men come here to worship My hairy, Alpha Pecs, My rock-hard, ripped Six-pack, My huge, protruding biceps and My overall God-like Physique. Nearly all end up having the pleasure of finishing up at My eight inch rod once they’ve shown My muscle perfection the love I deserve. They love servicing Me! They’re normal muscle worshippers, showing a great Man a good time...!

But you...!

You’re here because you can’t resist My feet. You’re so weird. All this pure-blooded, Alpha craziness and all you want to do is lie down on your back and have Me caress your mouth and tongue with the underside of My veiny, meaty feet and toes. You’re total proof that God seriously didn’t create all men equal. I don’t even think I should use the term ‘man’ around you. Should I, underling?”

“No Sir, absolutely Sir. I am but an excuse and aberration. I dream of Your perfect, masculine soles all night and fantasise about Them all day long, and I can’t and don’t want to think of anything else. All I crave is to be under Them. I don’t understand it. But I have to do it. I have to be this way.”

“Hang your head in shame, underling.”

“Yes, Sir. I will, Sir. You’re right to tell me to.”

“I’m always right, beta-boy.”

“Yes, Alpha Boss, absolutely.”

“Okay.” He says, clicking His dominant fingers and pointing at the ground. “Let’s get this started. Let’s get this over and done with then. More real men will be here later to do what any normal gay man should when presented with such amazing views. Oh my God, I just can’t believe how much you love My feet, underling, it’s just so pathetic and hard to comprehend. You’re already getting hard just thinking about it. I don’t even want to talk or see you.” He said, laughing and averting his gaze anywhere but at you. He beckoned you over, staring over at the wall. He was still laughing. You felt utterly humiliated and completely turned on.

You approach and lie down. You shuffle so that your beta face is directly underneath His pure Alpha excellence, staring up, physically demonstrating the undeniable hierarchy between the two of you.

“Ugh...I still can’t even bear to look at you pathetic weakling, down there.” He says, manoeuvring His right sole so it’s directly above your face. “I know what you yearn for and it sickens me.”

You quiver with arousal and excitement. He senses you tremble. He lowers His sole so that it covers the majority of your face.

“No licking until I instruct. Okay, footboy? You don’t decide a thing about what I let you do with My God feet. Understood, weakling slave?”

“Yes, Alpha Boss, absolutely. Thank you for this amazing honour.”

“Good. Yes it is a f**king honour, underling. If any of my other straight, Alpha buddies knew what I let a foot-obsessed beta slave like you do with My feet...I don’t even want to accept that such a ‘man’ like you could exist.” He replied, starting to flex his biceps and continuing to look away over to the mirror so he could admire Himself instead of looking down at you and reminding Himself of what you turned into before His feet...His feet, of all things, look at the rest of Him! Sure, He was up for letting you, which was more than any other man you had secretly admired and yearned to be at the feet of. You owed Him everything for being so kind. You were never worthy. He knew. You knew.

Your beta 🦴 is already standing to full salute. You bring your hand up and start rubbing the foot just above you. At the same time that you are breathing in, inhaling His scent and His superiority, His manliness is overwhelming compared with your beta boyhood. You both feel and know the asymmetry and both seem to understand that it had to be, much to his disgust and your inescapable obsession.

You’re invaded by your object of adoration. Your senses tell you everything you need to know. You stop thinking and you lose yourself. Sniff, rub, sniff and rub. All the time your body courses with pure pleasure and serenity.

You wait patiently to be told you can start the Soles’ beta-bath. He still isn’t deigning to acknowledge you, down there. He’s right to avoid looking. You’re pathetic. But you don’t care. You’d wait an eternity to start licking. Nothing else mattered. You were home...

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

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

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

Daddy and His Alphas with their enrapturing, meaty soles.

At Their feet, you find your ultimate peace. Under Them, under Daddy. Don’t fight the Hierarchy. You’re at the natural place you have always truly craved to be. Not a Daddy. Not an Alpha. Just a foot-obsessed beta slave. Why fight it? Who do you think you’re fooling? Feel it growing inside. Take your rightful position at Their glory. Give up. Give in.

You’re blessed to be in Their presence.

Now get worshipping.

Daddy Renato knows your dirty, little secret, footboy.

And he’s going to use it to get exactly what He wants out of you.

You can try to fight it, but the power of His perfect, slightly wrinkly and highly lickable, Daddy soles is undeniable.

He demands that you get on your knees and beg to worship.

You’re powerless to do anything but obey.

He will put you in your foot-beta place in seconds and you will thank Him for gracing your inferior, pathetic, twisted existence.

Doesn’t it feel better to surrender underneath Him and sucCUMb underneath them?

Of course it does, foot-slave.

Instantly owned.

Good boy.

I want to be daddy slave

You came back from the bathroom and into your mature, muscle, Alpha’s bedroom. He was sitting there, waiting, dressed as scantily as His Grindr profile pic indicated when you reached out to Him.

He beckoned you over, invited you to sit down next to Him and pulled out the exact same photo on His phone that had made you immediately message Him and ask to come over…

“What do you like most about Daddy’s sexy af picture, then boy?

Is it My handsome, virile, Alpha’s face?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Is it My bulging pecs, gigantic arms and thick, dominating thighs?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Is it My tight, short, boxers, probably encasing one of the most beautiful, big, Alpha 🐍 you have ever seen?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Then what is it about My picture that made you stop scrolling, stare for so long and beg to come over then, son? Tell Daddy.”

“It’s embarrassing Daddy. Please. I’m worried what you will think of me if I tell you.”

“Aw, My boy, don’t worry. Nothing you say will freak me out. I’ve been around the block and seen and done it all. Go on. Tell Daddy. That’s a demand.”

His profile said He was handsome, rugged and stood for no nonsense. It wasn’t a lie!

“Ummm…okay. Here goes nothing…It’s that slight glance of an ever so perfect ankle and, most importantly, Alpha male Daddy sole, Daddy…I know, it’s weird. Please don’t hate me. It just looks soooo meaty and perfect. All it makes me want to do is get down on my knees in front of You and beg you to let me worship your feet. I want it so badly.”

Daddy suddenly looked very bemused and didn’t reply for a good couple of seconds. He rubbed His handsome goatee a little and seemed to be computing and pondering this new information.

You started blushing. You were very worried Daddy would have nothing but judgement and shame for the confession that you had just made of the footslave beta self you really were…You felt worried and chastised yourself mentally. Had you completely blown it?

“Sorry, Daddy. I know it’s really weird, and probably not what you were expecting at all. I’ll just go…”

Still Daddy sat speechless, just thinking and twiddling his masculine, Alpha facial hair. You reached for your bag on the nightstand and started making movements to run away from this awkward and embarrassing situation.

But all of a sudden, you heard Daddy’s deep, gravelly voice:

“Look son, this is extremely unexpected. And nothing I ever thought I would hear. Most beta men your age want to worship My perfect, Alpha, muscle Daddy physique. They can spend hours rubbing, caressing, massaging, kissing and licking. And believe Me, Daddy loves feeling it. Above all, His power over weaker men. Just as His profile stated…muscle worship subs…But My meaty, smelly, wrinkly Daddy soles. Is that what you want all over your handsome boy face? Really?”

“Haha…umm yes Daddy. What can I say. I am a number one foot obsessive. Have been all my life. And from what I can just about make out from here…well, Yours look absolutely perfect!”

“Haha…well what can I say? Who should I be to deny you this mighty privilege? And what exactly do you want to do with Them? Tell Daddy your deepest foot fantasies…Go on. I’m all ears.”

“Um well all I want to do, like many of the others in this narrow, little publicised niche (hence why it’s not mentioned on my Grindr profile, I keep it strictly vanilla there) is to get right underneath Them, lick Them, kiss Them, love Them and look up at You in Your Alpha superiority as I do it.”

As you poured out your innermost desires, Daddy could see that you were already getting hard as a rock. Your Aussiebums didn’t leave much to the imagination at the best of times!

“Oh wow! Okay. Well. I can tell you know exactly how you want this to go. And you won’t be going anywhere near My perfect face, perfect torso, perfect legs or perfect 🐍? Really?”

“Umm no Daddy. If that’s okay with You. I just want to feel uncontrollably aroused under Your beautiful feet. Play with myself. Maybe You will tell me what a good, worshipping footbeta boy I am. And I will try to last as long as I can. But it won’t be long. With perfect Alpha soles like Yours. I am already in ecstasy, even just thinking about it and knowing You’re open to letting me try. Thank You Daddy.”

Daddy started stroking your head and hair.

“It’s okay boy. I’m going to call you my new footson from now on. Let’s go down this new path together. Daddy loves making His boys feel, understand and obey His power. I just never expected it would be My old, tired, smelly feet that someone would want…no, need, to use to get him there! Hahaha. Hey. Who am I to judge? Let’s see where this takes us.”

And with that Daddy beckoned for you to come closer and pointed down at the floor just by Him off the bed.

You got down onto the floor, underneath Him and He hovered His huge, meaty, perfect soles above your face. You couldn’t believe this was actually, really happening!

As He kept His incredible feet dangling above your face which was beaming in a huge, hungry smile, Daddy spoke again:

“Don’t expect Daddy to be too gentle with His words as you embrace your new place as His inferior, pathetic, new, beta, adoring foot-sl*t though okay? Just saying. It’s weird and Daddy intends to look down on you while you have your sordid way with His superior soles. He’s intrigued and questioning your twisted mind for wanting to worship, well, These…(He pointed to His soles and started wiggling His plump, masculine toes) over all His other ripe, Godly, domineering qualities…haha. Is that gonna work for you, My sole-pet?”

“Oh my God, Daddy, yes. Yes! That’s absolutely perfect!”

You couldn’t believe how quickly this perfect, Greek statue-like beefcake of a Daddy got the mental space His amazing Alpha soles put you in.

“How did You know so quickly what filthy, inferior footbetas like me crave from someone so statuesque, handsome and muscly, as Your Godly self?”

“Let’s just say SoleDaddy has realised He is able to be more on your wavelength than you thought. Haha.”

He chuckled and gave his beard another rub.

You looked puzzled.

He inched His soles ever closer to your face. You wanted so badly to stick out your tongue but you had to ask:

“Oh wait, what. So You knew all along, Daddy?”

“Haha yes, My new footslave. Let’s just say 0000 as a passcode on someone’s phone makes it not exactly the hardest to crack. Maybe Alpha Daddy had a quick check on your Twitter as you were in the bathroom? Or maybe…maybe you strategically left your phone easy to find, easy to open and magically left it right on the page of another handsome foot Daddy’s feed who seems to be doing this for a living…hahaha. Am I wrong?”

“No, Daddy.” You blushed. “Absolutely not! Oh my God…”

“Hahah…well Daddy aims to meet all His lucky slaves’ needs. This is going to be some fun. Let’s begin.”

“Really, Daddy? You really want to do this for me?”

“Yes, footboy. You’re home now. Under Alpha muscle Daddy’s soles. Right where you belong. Now get worshipping…! That’s it. I want Them absolutely glistening with your saliva…

…

Oh wow, I didn’t know sole and toe baths were going to feel this good. You seem to know exactly what you are doing, footsl*t. Something tells Me you have been waiting to do this all your life…

Oh yea, right there boy, keep sucking. In between those toes. Oh, wow, you’ve got Daddy’s flagpole in full, erect salute. Daddy is loving just how into His rank soles and smelly toes His new, twisted footboy really is…

…

Oh yes, Daddy’s feet now own you. Daddy’s feet control you. Let Daddy’s soles engulf your beta face and invade your sick, foot-obsessed mind…

Keep going. Daddy is going to tell you exactly what to do. From now on, Daddy’s feet control you. You’re going to live for doing this every, single day. Aren’t you a lucky boy. My Goood boyyyyy. My new footbeta boy. Oh yeahhhh….”

Both of you felt the electricity, the synergy and the excitement of the asymmetrical relationship that was being established with every sole lick, every toe suck, every tongue wiggle in between His incredibly masculine toes. Oh and His arches. They were so damn perfect. You were in ecstasy. And clearly so was your new Alpha, muscle Daddy. You could really get used to this!

It didn’t take too much longer before Daddy started counting down:

“Oh my gosh, footsl*t. You’re too f*ing good at this. You’re making Daddy such a proud footslave owner. I’m not gonna last much longer. Let’s go…”

You were both so erect. So aroused. So connected. You both started rubbing harder, faster and then some…

“10…9…8…

“Oh my God Daddy, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…”

“I know footson. This is absolutely f*ing amazing…

“Keep going boy. Don’t stop…

“7…6, 5, 4…fuck boy you’re making Daddy soooo proud, such a good pet for Daddy’s soles, aren’t you…”

“Yea Daddy, oh my God Daddy, I love being Your number one footslave. Fuuuu****…

“Good footsl*t….Myyyy new footsl*t….3…2….anddd…

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“Oooonnnnnneeee.”

TOUGH DUDES — Rafael Enrique

“Handsome, masculine, silver-fox Daddy requires new, obedient, adoring footpuppy. All types of footsub considered. Don’t be shy. Daddy’s firm, stringent and demanding but He doesn’t bite. What He does require is constant footworship, total footlove and unbridled foot dedication. So…What are you waiting for? Get on your knees and apply within.”

Feeling lost? Feeling lonely? Feeling like nobody will ever understand?

Daddy Renato is here to help.

Just look at His perfect, manly, meaty soles; and surrender.

It’s really that simple.

Embrace your future serving at His feet. Forget about all the worries that your past life led to. None of that matters now, except the present truth. He’s got you at His soles. Only He knows who you really are. His soles do unto you something only He and you understand.

So…

Just give up control, give in to your overwhelming desires. Daddy Renato is here for you boy.

All He commands, now, is that you start counting backwards from 5. Go!

5…Daddy Renato’s soles are all you ever wanted.

4…Daddy Renato’s soles will make all your pain wash away.

3…Daddy Renato will become your God and you will do anything to please Him, His soles, His toes, only Him, only Daddy Renato. From now on.

2…Daddy Renato…feet…soles…worship…all you can do…all you can think of. In fact, thinking is getting so hard to do now. So hard. All other thoughts ever so blurry and ever so pointless. There’s no more need to think. No more need to question. You know this just feels so damn right, and so f***ing good…

1…Da..ddy….soooo….lessss….power…pleasure…surrender…do it…no more thinking…yessss…that’s it….everything you ever wanted….

0.

Yes, footboy. You’re such a good footboy for Daddy Renato’s soles, aren’t you? Feeling so good, so relaxed, so unable to stop. Keep going. Keep going down. Down. Down again. Further down. Underneath Daddy Renato. Underneath Daddy Renato’s huge, powerful, irresistible soles. Beneath Him is where you belong. Beneath them is the only place you ever needed to be. You deserve the pleasure only His soles can give you. You deserve to be at Daddy Renato’s feet. You deserve to be fulfilled. You deserve to be His. There’s nothing more to say. There’s nothing more to do.

So helpless, so submissive, so irreversibly turned on.

Gooooood boooyyyyyy.

Daddy Feet

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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Men are not created equal.

Nick Pulos knows it. And so do you.

One look at His huge, meaty, masculine soles is all it takes for you to have to admit to yourself that something inside you feels and so is inferior. Even if you would never show it on the outside or admit it to anyone else.

As you see His feet, all you can do is imagine how they must feel, imagine how they must taste, and imagine how incredible it would feel to be permitted to worship underneath them and ergo underneath Him.

You may be sane, sorted, and successful. You may have a very good, ordinary life, a good job, an adoring, handsome life-partner, a decent house, decent holidays. You may have it ‘all’…

But when presented with such Male Excellence, you can but stop in your tracks, look on at that which is greater than you can ever be, and dream of an alternative existence where you live to serve such a FootGod as His adoring foot-beta.

Society tells you that anyone can achieve anything. You wouldn’t want it any differently. But in those small instances of witnessing true, raw, unbridled power it’s okay to give in, it’s okay to get so utterly turned on, and it’s okay to feel unable to resist or control yourself.

His soles are perfect. His body is too. Set your beta 🦴 free, allow yourself the chance to enjoy feeling beneath something and someone better than you. Embrace your arousal, embrace your dopamine kick, let your beta seed give you unimaginable joy and pleasure. Then get on with your day as if nothing strange had happened at all.

Good foot-f*g. 😈

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