Daddy Made You Stop Scrolling, Didnt He?

Daddy made you stop scrolling, didn’t He? 😏

Daddy’s soles immediately caused an uncontrollable twitching downstairs, didn’t they? 👣 🍆

Daddy knows everything you secretly need and crave, boy. Doesn’t He? 🛐

Don’t try to fight it. Daddy’s here to fulfil all your debauched, dirty, footbeta desires. He’s got you and there’s no turning back. 🔥 🔥

Don’t keep Daddy waiting now. He’s indicating exactly where your footslave face needs to be. ⬇️

Down on your knees. There’s a good footsub. Now beg. Beg to be allowed to worship, caress and then coat Daddy’s magnificent soles in your beta drool. Do it, footboy. Do it now. Lose yourself, surrender, and feel Daddy’s perfect sole power. 🌀 🌀

Good footboy. 💦 💦

You made Daddy very happy and proud. 🥰

Owned by Daddy’s perfect feet. Exactly where you have always longed to be. Ecstasy.🦶 ⛓️

Daddy is waiting!

Ever since you enlisted for the new local adult football team, you felt more inspired than ever to be the best version of yourself possible. Honestly, it had never been a sport that you excelled in before. But from the moment you laid eyes on the poster at the supermarket, scanned the QR code, and signed up for and attended the introductory meeting, you felt like a total pro out on that pitch. The whole team did. You were making quite a name for yourselves and the waiting list for other players from the region who wanted to join was apparently massive.

After each training session, you and your teammates all lined up, one-by-one, to have your personal feedback time with Coach. These would be pretty quick for training. And after each competition, they would extend up to eight to ten minutes each.

You all waited in the corridor without talking. Somehow you all just knew from your induction onwards that this was a sacred moment, not to be disrespected.

Every one of your eyes displayed the utmost amount of eagerness. Some of you fidgeted. All of you adjusted your shorts, unaware that each other was doing the same.

Once your turn arrived, you got into the His office, and the rest of your mind went pleasantly blank. All you knew was that you went in, time passed, and then you came out again feeling motivated, revitalised, and overwhelmingly impatient to come back again the next day. After feedback you went to the showers, and you and the others could do nothing but smile at each other, give friendly hugs, and pat each other on the back as you made your way there. The physical contact represented an undeniable camaraderie. It felt so good to know that you all felt ecstatic to be there together.

…

None of you realised you were rock hard while doing this. None of you saw the posters in the changing room of the same Coach’s feet you all just worshipped, licked, cleaned, rubbed, and prayed at a few moments ago. None of you knew the group ritual that was then happening as you formed a circle, around the largest image of His godly soles, on the floor of the communal shower area, and jerked off together, in unison, chanting a celebratory phrase, idolising Coach’s soles, pledging allegiance to Him and to them, and vowing to keep trying your ultimate best, to be worthy of staying on the team, excelling in all matches, and earning the privilege of further foot adoration. You all felt the most aroused you had ever done in your lives, as you were so close to true greatness. This circle completed you, the game made you feel alive, and Coach was responsible, it was only right therefore that Coach’s feet receive an offering of your beta-s*m*n. Together as one you came. For Coach.

💦 💦 💦 👣 💦 💦 💦

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Elsewhere, your girlfriend said she was the most satisfied she had ever been. And your confidence in all life areas was through the roof.

It didn’t occur to you ever to question why everything suddenly slotted into place. Nor did you wonder what made you came out with an unusual taste in your mouth? Ans that aching 🦴? Or that b*lls*ck that was light as a feather?

Whatever it was, it felt like success. And you felt so satisfied, and with that, so grateful. You just wanted more, more, and more!

You have 3 minutes to make my foot spotless! GO, slave ⏳️ !

Have you been a good boy for Daddy today?

Very well.

You deserve your daily hour of bliss, down at Daddy’s feet, staring up at Him. As always, Daddy’s here for you. Only He enables you to lose yourself completely, in unadulterated, frenzied worship, surrendering, and happiness.

Let’s see what today’s menu dictates:

First, Daddy requires you to start by sucking on each of His plump, meaty toes, one by one.

Then, He demands a tongue bath for each and every gap in between them.

Afterwards, you will move onto a sensual and devoted massage, caressing at first His rigid, attention-grabbing tops, then moving onto His perfect, irresistibly high arches.

Then finally, you’ll be permitted to end up at His soles. You may start with gentle puppy licks, but must gradually intensify into longer, more desperate motions. Your only goal by this point will be to coat them entirely in your footbeta saliva. Saliva is THE key for the last, little, extra step.

Only once every single part of Daddy’s magnificent, manly, mighty feet have been completely serviced (as they fully deserve) will His countdown start. Only then will you be able to attend to your own, debauched, foot-obsessed, slave needs. He loves to make you wait, make you beg, and build up all that His feet give to and do to you. He knows the self-fulfilling prophecy, only He can relieve for you.

Don’t worry, boy. Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s got everything you need, crave, and desire. He knows exactly how to make sure He keeps getting only the best out of you through His expertise, control, and undeniably huge experience with weird foot-freaks like yourself.

Only Daddy understands.

Aren’t you the luckiest footboy in the world?

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…

💦💦💦

“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…

Warning 1: Alpha Daddy Aslan’s soles will immediately enrapture you in just one glance.

Warning 2: When you behold such perfection before you, you’re likely to have a total sensory overload. You’re right to do so. And there’s nothing an inferior footsub like you can do about it.

Warning 3: That beta life of lacking belonging leads to an insatiable yearning to dedicate your existence to the adoration of something and someone, more attractive than you, more successful, more manly, and overwhelmingly more important.

Warning 4: In this all-round superior’s service and devotion you will find what you have been looking for, but there will be absolutely no turning back. Alpha Daddy Aslan will both complete and enslave you.

Warning 5: By getting this far, Alpha Daddy Aslan has already cast the foundations of all that He needs to do for your mind to melt, your resistance to start fading away, and your desire to be nothing but His number one idolator cemented.

You’re blessed to be in the presence of such greatness. There is no parallel for the level of happiness inspired within you. Every atom of your body has become intoxicated with the dopamine that Alpha Daddy Aslan’s soles inevitably and inextricably incite within you.

No need to hide it, no need to fight it, Alpha Daddy Aslan will take over from here.

Good footboy. 🐶 Let it happen. 🍆 That’s it. 🌀 You’re His now. 💦 Aren’t you? 🛐

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Sorry I have been quiet this last month but I will be back with more captions and short stories very soon.

Thank you for your ongoing likes, messages and appreciation! I love how alive the male foot fetish community still is on here.

Here’s to the next 7! 🥂 👣 👅 🍆 ✨ 💦 🌀 😈