Muscle Male Soles - Tumblr Posts
“Sorry but you belong to my feet now. You look a bit scared. Don’t be. I’m the Adonis Master you have always secretly been craving. Of course you can stroke your cock as you start licking my superior soles. It’s funny how you knew exactly what to do before I even told you. I always suspected how inferior you enjoyed feeling as you gazed at the bulging biceps in my tight tees. This can be our little secret. Yes, it’s perfectly natural to want to call me Daddy and tell me how hard worshipping my feet makes you. Totally, beg to make this every day of your submissive life from now on. I know you love looking up at me as I flex my pecs and ascertain the way my body makes you weak. Oh you need to explode already? Okay but you have to lick up every drop afterwards. That make sense? Your cock will always belong to my muscles, my manly, dominant feet and my naturally Alpha existence from now on. There’s no turning back now foot-slave. Okay. Go.”
“You’re supposed to feel weak and inferior. Don’t fight it. It’s how it’s supposed to be. Now get licking.” 👣 👅 “Good boy. See that didn’t take long.”
His perfect, wrinkled soles + His unapologetic self-worship of his crazy virile physique = 🍆 🥵💕
I love ❤️ an in shape dude with big, wrinkly soles who knows exactly all about our weakness and how we will drool over His powerful paws and beg for more. Total package!
Cody Lakeview
“Most Men admire me for my huge muscles, masculine aura and ability to KO some weaker being in the ring. You...you like to lick the dirt from between my godly toes, press your face against my meaty soles and lick up and down my wrinkled arches. I mean, there are hierarchies and then...there’s you. No, didn’t say stop, did I? Just reminding you of quite how pathetic you really are, foot slave. That’s it, just keep going. No looking up at Me. Embrace what you truly are. You love it, don’t you. Good foot pup. You’re home now.” 🍆 🍆 🍆 💦 💦 💦 “Clean. That. Up. Immediately. Good boy.”
Pro wrestler Mike Bennett
“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...
