Subfootboii - Subfootboii

It's been three months with the new arrangement. Three months of getting beaten up, three months of worshipping feet, three months of humiliation, three months of being locked. You've never been happier or more satisfied and you feel like you serve a higher purpose.

"Listen fag. Since you are now well trained to serving me I thought I should find new ways to use you. I was thinking to rent you out. As much as like getting my feet worshipped and using you as my punching bag I can rent you for a couple of days every now and then. My friends will rent you first until I reach new people. You'll be used by the person renting you in any way he desires and you'll address them by lords. Clear?"

"Yes master."

"That's my fag. I see I've successfully fried that brain of yours. You'll be abused in ways you never thought of. You'll probably be fucked too... but a faggot wouldn't have a problem with that. I guess I'll make some extra money to spend on games and chicks while you get degraded. Sounds perfect to me."

"Yes master."

"Anything else?"

"Thank you master."

You bowed down before him and your dick strained as you thought of what's to come. He was right... you were excited and looking forward to the humiliation... you craved it after all.

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[Written by me and @submissivegayfrenchboy]

My part:

"It's been a long day foot boy. I just secured a great deal for my company, and I know you how eager you are to worship my big sweaty feet. Take my shoes off boy."

"Yes boss."

You knelt down and planted one kiss on each shoe before taking them off. The strong manly smell was all over his office, and he started teasing you with his socked feet by rubbing them all over your face. You tried to take the off but he kicked your face.

"I didn't order you to take them off foot boy. Now you sit back, apologize, and beg for my feet."

He started taking his socks off and teased you with his feet.

"Sorry boss. May I please get to worship your feet? I beg you boss."

"Go ahead foot boy."

You started sniffing his soles enjoying his smelly feet. He ignored you while he worked on his computer.

@submissivegayfrenchboy part:

You properly sniffed your boss's long feet, but he preferred to simply place them on your face, as if you were his footrest. He kneaded his feet on your face, wiggling the toes on your forehead, sometimes accidentally making them go into your eyes or intentionally go into your mouth.

You knew your boss was upset about a phone call or something he couldn't do if he stuck your nose between two toes: the harder he squeezed your nose between his toes, the more upset he got.

My part:

After he was done he propped his feet on the desk and ordered you to start licking his feet. You gave his manly feet long intense licks making sure to eat any toe jam or lint from his soles. He made sure to rub his feet all over your face covering your face with your saliva.

You were then ordered to massage his feet. You spent the next couple of hours massaging his feet as he let out soft moans every now and then.

That was your life now... a slave to a successful man, once your friend and now a superior to you. Your job was to worship a man, you get paid for that. Your relationship with him transformed more and more everyday turning you into a complete obedient slave.

@submissivegayfrenchboy part:

Your job was to relax him, so sometimes you took the initiative to lick or kiss his feet, but he didn't really think of you as a human during your work hours, but as an object. So you had to be content to wait for his orders, depending on whether he wanted his feet massaged, sniffed, kissed, licked or just placed on your face.

You were considered legally like any employee: an employment contract with hours and remuneration. But in practice, you didn't live like the others. You had to arrive before your boss, of course, stay under his desk and greet him by bowing at his feet. If he said “shoes,” you had to take them off. If the boss said "socks", you would first sniff them gently until a tap of his feet on your head informed you that you had to take them off.

Massaging them, kissing them, licking them, sucking them, biting them, scratching them when he was itchy,...: your duties were formulated by orders summed up in a word or a verb.

The sweat of his feet was your meal, because he wanted you available as soon as he returned from his own lunch break. So you ate a hearty breakfast in the morning, arranged to go to the bathroom when he was away, and ate a good dinner in the evening so you wouldn't be hungry the next day.

Massaging his feet was daily, but licking depended on his mood. If he felt tired, you were to lick his feet energetically and passionately, allowed to speak for the only time of the day (aside from morning and evening greetings). It was necessary to flatter and compliment him to make him regain self-confidence in his moments of doubt. If he was upset, you had to lick gently to relax and calm him.

Whether his feet were placed on his desk, on a footrest, on the sofa or on the floor, you were forbidden to move upright in his presence: you had to crawl on the ground so that your face remained symbolically at the closest level of his feet. And of course, he entrusted you with cleaning his socks and shining his shoes.

You have several times been helpful in concluding a contract for your company by licking and worshiping the feet of an ally or a business competitor, whether it's a male boss or a female boss. You had your place in the company, even if it consisted of licking feet and complimenting the feet of these men and women, whether you meant your flattery or not.

My part:

Thats what you got turned to. A slave for your boss and whomever he desires. But you were happy and satisfied with your new life, you finally had a purpose.

(Thank you @submissivegayfrenchboy for helping in this story. Hopefully we'll get to co-write more stories in the future)

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[Phone call] "Hey Luke, how are you doing today buddy?" "I'm fine... a bit disappointed after yesterday's interview. Thought I'll find a j

Fred was your roommate after college. A young carefree guy who used to spend his day gaming and having fun while you worked all day. He rarely gets outside or shower and was always barefoot so you nicknamed him "Caveman".

Secretly you enjoyed looking at his feet and having their aura spread through the house. You'll always try to take a glance at them or take whiffs. Little did you know he was noticing the way you stared at them and started baiting you with them.

One day, while you were laying on your back doing some physical work he stomped your head with one of his feet. For a minute you did nothing, you couldn't believe it.

"Fred your foot are so stinky remove it please."

"Dude I've seen noticed how you stare at them any time you have a chance. You spent half an hour yesterday mesmerized by them while I was watching the show. For most of my life people used to call me out for my stinky feet but not you buddy. You want to give my feet some love, and I want them to get some love and care. It's a win win buddy."

"What are you talking about-"

He placed his foot on your mouth stopping you mid sentence.

"Let's not make this hard on us. I remove my foot and you confess that you like my feet. Trust me. No point in denying it. Accept and embrace buddy."

He removed his foot and you didn't move or speak.

"So...?"

"You are right... i do love your feet."

"Good boy. My lovely little devoted foot sub. As long as we are roommates you're going to learn every detail about my feet, soles, toes and how they smell. You'll be devoted for taking care of them and loving them. Do we have a deal?"

(Story suggestion by: @276stix)