Muscle Foot Domination - Tumblr Posts
He can’t even bear to look at what a perfectly entranced beta you have surrendered to become the moment you said YES to His perfect, Alpha, male soles. You can do nothing but look up at His godly physique and pray for more. 👣 💪🏼 👀 🛐 🍆 💦 🔥
“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...
Everyone else is admiring His mesmerising, alpha, hairy pecs, His rock-hard, dreamy abs and His handsome, ‘come and get me’ face but all you can do is stare at His blurry, sexy sole and crave of genuflecting yourself at it, adoring it, adoring Him in His mighty presence. It’s not normal but don’t worry. Your desire to be beneath Him will be obliged. He will acquiesce and you will be where you belong. Lucky foot-boy!
Hairy and harnessed.
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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