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This was my first attempt (hopefully of several) at adding a short story to an image that I found really hot! It took a few hours and several drafts and it probably is far from perfect but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I know reading the story won’t be why many of you are here, so please feel free to skip to my shorter reposts if that’s the case.

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You sit back and stare for a moment, content as you observe the meaty sole of your coveted foot Master, glistening from His rancid post-workout sweat and all the saliva you just covered it with during the start of your daily slow-worship session. The toes of the other foot are still warm, wet and shiny from the intense sucking you just gave them. The mighty big toes nearly suffocated you as you engulfed them both at the same time in your mouth, like you like to do every day. You feel aroused as always and at peace.

He deliberately ignores you, as He always does, uninterested in how excited His perfect, dominant soles make you feel. He keeps them in good condition. He makes sure they’re just as you love them. But He says nothing as your hands, lips and tongue work their way around every dominant inch.

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He had always been aware of the way certain guys like you tried to hide their stares as He got changed in the gym after His morning workout session. He thought it was just His manly physique at first. He didn’t mind the attention or the ego boost it gave Him.

With you though, He gradually started to realise where your particular eyes were transfixed. You had started with subtle glances, but they soon developed into unstoppable, perspicuous gazes. He always used the same locker and you deliberately started timing the end of your gym session with His. You made sure you placed yourself in the other corner of the room. to ensure you could catch an eyeful without making it too obvious to others. He knew though. He definitely knew what you were doing.

Over time, it became a silent game. He let you see them more and for longer, growing aware of just how much you craved them on a daily basis. He didn’t seem to be disgusted or change His gym session time or routine to avoid you. He must have been able to see the erection growing in your shorts every day, same place, same time. You wondered if He had secretly started enjoying seeing the power His virile soles clearly had over your dick, as He paraded them around, rubbed and massaged them, so sore after His running, weights and swimming. You wanted them so badly!

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Finally, one Friday, towards the end of the morning rush and after everyone else had left, you were performing your usual eye-spy process and mentally drooling. You were taking photographs in your brain and storing them for your own shower session at home straight afterwards. He hadn’t yet moved to take his shower, in the gym. This was normally the moment when you forced yourself to pack your bag up and go. Today though, you got lost in an overwhelming daydream, wishing this moment would last forever. The weekend was approaching, you had no plans and you were bored and horny. You hung on a moment longer than usual. He was clearly fully aware that you had been longingly ogling for over five minutes, but He hadn’t moved from His bench like He usually did to grab his towel and head for His shower.

Next, the unthinkable happened - He looked your way, directly, for the first time ever, and deliberately caught you staring, head on. He started to beckon you over. You were shocked into temporary paralysis. You had played this scene time and time again in your head as soon as you got home and jerked yourself off in your shower, revisiting the mental images you had grown accustomed to storing systematically for later.

You felt shy and unsure but He clicked His fingers and pointed to His feet and you obeyed, edging over to His side of the locker room.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. As you looked His way and started moving, He cut the awkward silence which was developing.

“You got a thing for my feet or what?” He asked, in an emotionless tone as you got closer.

You just nodded, unsure what reaction you were about to provoke.

You got to His bench, He was still seated, bare-chested, His rigid, domineering body dripping with sweat, after the day’s session. He gave you a very swift glance, then pointed down to His feet. He gave you a thumbs up sign. You couldn’t help but smile and say thank you. You didn’t know why you were thanking Him but it felt appropriate.

“Knock yourself out if you must,” He replied, taking His phone out from His bag, looking away and making it clear He wanted nothing to do with watching what you yearned to do. Had He known this whole time that deep down you craved to be owned by a big, meaty pair of Alpha male feet? You didn’t quite want to let yourself believe that he was giving you permission to do what you hoped he was talking about. This stuff only happened in porn films. Right?

You wanted so badly to show this foot God the love and adoration His feet deserved. You hesitated again. Could this really be happening?

“Get on with it,” he said, not even looking up from his iPhone screen.

No further encouragement necessary, you immediately took His meaty, wrinkled right sole in your hand and started massaging it, looking up for reassurance, a sign you had understood His few words and signals correctly. He still didn’t seem to want to look back, engrossed only by His mobile phone. The smell of His sweat, combined with the excitement of finally being able to touch made you feel dizzy.

He said nothing, He was still on His phone, the beeps sounded like He was playing a game while you just continued in your silent submission. Was he aware just how much He was letting you do everything you had been dreaming of since you first laid eyes on the fleshy, wrinkly, masterful pads of His?

You couldn’t think logically any more, as you raised His manly paw up to your beta mouth and started lathering the skin of His soles with spit from your lips and tongue.

You alternated between long, smooth licks, up and down the huge underside of His feet, together with quick darts as you arrived to the tops, in and out, between His enormous, formidable toes. You absorbed His sweat, coated His soles with your saliva and rubbed it in furiously with your fingers.

Your boner was throbbing in your shorts; in your worshipping frenzy you no longer thought straight. You reached inside your shorts, scooped out your rock-hard dick and started to jerk it as you carried on caressing, licking and adoring His perfect soles. You worked yourself into a fantasy and lost yourself in utter bliss while He nonchalantly kept on playing His game. You weren’t sure if he was deliberately pretending not to notice. He must have been thinking what a freak you were. He didn’t seem to care though. Maybe He secretly enjoyed asserting His Alpha presence as much as you relished your submissive surrender?

You came quickly, unable to hold on with the combination of pure joy and utter shock at what was happening. You both silently knew it was the start of something new.

He finally put His phone into his gym-bag pocket, zipped it up and looked down at you next to your puddle of beta seed on the floor. He seemed half disgusted, half smug at how submissive you looked.

Without saying a thing, He got up, opened His locker, threw His bag inside and pulled out a towel. Before you had time to process anything, He had made His way to the showers. As usual, you took your cue to exit. You had no idea if He would come back angry or aggressive, considering the weak, beta, foot-obsessed male you’d shown yourself to be. But He had initiated it. He had beckoned you over, right? Not wanting to risk anything, you scurried to get your things, quickly mopped up your puddle of cum with your towel and fled, dick still aching with post-orgasmic pleasure and mind in total shock as to whether you had dreamt the whole encounter.

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The routine developed within the space of just a couple of weeks. He would ignore you, not even acknowledge your presence or spying as your eyes followed Him around the gym. At the end of your sessions, you would sit by the lockers and wait for the end of the morning rush. He would arrive soon after. Once the changing room had completely emptied out, He would glance over at you and point at His feet then click His fingers once. You would run over to them and get down on your knees. You would begin the routine of massages, caresses, licks and sucking as He would entertain Himself on His phone. He seemed happy to let you have your way with His powerful, irresistible paws. He even seemed unfazed on the day you plucked up the courage to cum on his soles, instead of the floor beside them. He didn’t even look up as you proceeded to lick up your deposit. He just continued to ignore the situation, as if nothing was happening at all, and then he would silently declare an end to the morning’s action and make His was to the shower cubicles.

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It took another week for you to build up the courage to try the next step. Sure, He didn’t interact with you during your sessions at all, but you had started craving even more from this unspeaking yet Masterful foot god.

You went over, as always, after the other morning clients had disappeared. Then you got down on your knees as you had done every day that week. As you started to kiss His sweaty, perfect toes, you decided it was the right moment. Before you knew what you were doing, you stopped and He briefly glanced up from His phone.

“Why’d you stop?” He said, His tone not giving much away, but He clearly hadn’t expected the pause.

You decided it was now or never. You asked Him to come home with you, instead of staying at the gym. You explained that you wanted to do the same as always but in your living room and on your sofa.

To your surprise, He wasn’t even at all perplexed.

“So, foot boy finally grew some balls, did he?”

He didn’t actually say that, but the way he looked at you as you shyly asked the question told you that He wasn’t saying no.

He grabbed His bag from His locker, shoved His unused towel inside, then made sure His phone went into its usual pocket. He signalled for you to follow Him and He led you out into the reception area. He was still dirty from the gym, His sweaty, manly musk left a trail as you walked behind Him, driving you insane and making you giddy. You were walking out, together with your new foot god. Your whole body was buzzing with excitement. Your cock in full, unapologetic salute, visible for all to see.

You got to the car-park. He turned to you, a rare moment when His eyes met yours. He told you to show Him the way to your place, a command, not a request. He went and got into His car and followed you all the way home, staying one car behind for several blocks. He was staring into your rear-view mirror, piercing brown eyes peering over His steering wheel. It felt as though He was determined and that He knew this had been coming all along.

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As you opened the front door of your flat and stepped back to let Him through, He walked straight past you, inviting himself in. He walked into your decently-sized living/dining room as you hesitantly lingered at the door. He signalled for you to enter. You shut the door and His eyes started scanning their new surroundings. He eyed up a wooden stool, adjacent to the dark oak dining room table. He made his way over and grabbed the knee-high object. He then moved over to your plush, anthracite-grey, three-seater sofa. He put the stool down and proceeded to sit on the middle cushion of the sofa. He placed the stool deliberately in front of Him so that He could raise His feet onto its seat. All this happened without words and you watched on, speechless and unable to believe what was happening.

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He casually kicked off His gym trainers and took off both of his cotton gym socks. They peeled back, humid from the sweat that had yet to be cleaned from His feet after His gym session moments ago.

He assumed the Alpha position, placing His right foot out onto the stool. Then He clicked His fingers, as He usually did at the gym. You scurried over and sat on the carpet of the floor, face in line with His raised, domineering paw. He reached over to His gym bag, unzipped the side-pocket and pulled His phone out. As in the gym, He looked away, not even acknowledging your presence as you began to get your mouth around his huge, plump big toe. He carried on ignoring you while you went about your same foot-worshipping routine. You lost yourself in pure ecstasy to be worshipping the incredible feet of this dream-come-true Dom in your own living room. The one you had been fantasising about for so long. Here. Dominating you. Controlling your pleasure. Not even looking your way.

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After you came all over His glistening wrinkles, you licked up the drops of your cum as he had come to expect you to do. He turned off His phone and put it back into His gym-bag pocket.

He looked at you pitifully for a second, the way you look at an injured, innocent animal in distress. He gave you a quick, almost indistinguishable wink then asked if He could shower off. Oddly, something seemed to have clicked inside of Him. He was the one to hesitate for once, then He reached back into the gym bag pocket to get His towel and His phone. He did not speak again.

You showed Him to your spare room, opened the door and told Him the ensuite bathroom was through the next door on the left. He nodded, not even waiting for any further invitation. You heard him enter and shut the creaky bathroom door, then the water started running and you felt at a loss of what to do with yourself. The reality of having your dream foot god in your own place, showering Himself off, after having let you give His feet all the love attention you craved, was a lot to take in. You waited in the living room for a moment, then lingered in the kitchen. You made two long, black coffees in the Nespresso machine, in case He wanted one as well before He left.

10 minutes later, He still hadn’t turned the tap off. He was taking His time. You weren’t sure whether to go in and check everything was okay for Him. Again you hovered in between the kitchen and living room. He was still in the spare bathroom, but the gym bag with His clean clothes was still on the sofa. You weren’t sure what to do. Was He going to walk back out here naked? You dared to dream. You finally heard the water go off but the spare bathroom door hadn’t creaked as he opened it. It always made an audible sound. What was He doing in there? You hesitated, hovered in the living room, the stench of sweat, manliness and cum still lingering in the air. You perched on the sofa arm and waited with His coffee.

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All of a sudden, the spare bathroom door finally made its sound. He broke the silence once more, ordering you to come into the bedroom. He spoke in imperatives the majority of the time it seemed. Or was that just something He did with you?

Nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to see. You knocked, checking if you should wait for Him to be decent. He repeated, “Come! I told you to come in”.

You tentatively pushed the door open, His coffee in your hand. He was standing next to the bathroom door. He had His phone in His left hand. He was still completely naked but had fully dried Himself off. Your eyes darted over to His face, then moved down to His torso - hairy, defined and sturdy without being overly toned. He sure was a sight for sore eyes. A younger version of a Daddy bear type. Oozing confidence. Just your perfect type. Effortlessly commanding the attention of anyone lucky enough to be looking.

You couldn’t believe He had summoned you in just to stare at His stocky figure. Milliseconds passed, as your eyes scanned down further. Instantaneously, you dropped the coffee from your hand in utter shock as your gaze moved down to His waist area. His dirty gym sock from His pile of gym clothes on the bathroom floor was strategically placed around His fully erect penis! His sweaty, smelly gym sock was encompassing a gigantic bulge! What the fuck was going on?! His shaft was completely erect and encased in His used cotton. You could smell and taste His odour from across the room. He had showered, towelled off, got aroused, then erect and He had chosen to wrap His sweaty, used sock around His almighty bulge! Your brained searched frantically but fruitlessly for an explanation. What the fuck? Could this morning have become any more unexpected?

He looked over at the spilt coffee, your shocked face and then down at His chunky balls hanging proudly below His enrobed meat. He expressed the first ever grin you had seen from Him. Not at you, but towards the reflection of His manly physique in the mirror. He clicked again, pointing at His bulge. No instructions were needed. You thought you knew exactly what He wanted you to do.

You ignores the coffee cup and stain on the beige carpet. You jumped over the bed to get to the other side of the room as quickly as possible, no nerves or hesitation at all this time. You manoeuvred yourself swiftly and caught Him slightly off-guard. He and you were now face to face. He put His chunky right hand around the side your Head and coercively rotated your face round and down slightly so you were looking at His phone screen. He deliberately wanted you to see that on His screen was a video of a slightly older female. She was naked and lying on a bed. Well-endowed. Attractive. Curvy. But the camera was angled to be beneath her soles, looking up at her. It was definitely created to mimic a sub straight guy’s view, on the floor, looking up at her wide, wrinkly soles. You looked alarmed as He held your head in place, watching as she rubbed oil between her toes. It wasn’t your thing at all, women, but certainly not what you had expected to see either. His big, hairy hand rotated your head back so you were facing each other again.

“Look, I’m not gay,” He said, His sentence hanging in the air, “but I get it. I get who...what you are. This is what I like.” He pointed at his phone screen. “ Got it?”

He spoke matter-of-factly. You nodded, even though it had never occurred to you that straight guys out there had the same urges to ‘admire’ women’s feet as you did about men’s.

He continued to talk. The most words you two had both ever exchanged.

“Don’t ever think this...” he paused, pointing down to His encased cock, lifting one of His meaty paws and moving his index finger down to His soles. “Don’t ever think this will be anything more, than, well, this.” He motioned between the sole and His crotch.

Puzzled and unsure you had understood, you gulped and nodded. He liked feet too. He understood the power they could have over a sub. He must have been as surprised as you were now when He realised you had a gay version of His fetish. A lot more things were starting to make sense now! Why he so willingly allowed you to have your way with His feet every morning. Why He accepted yet didn’t even acknowledge you as you worshipped. He got foot fetishism. He had a version of it too. You immediately relaxed and let out an audible sigh. His expression seemed to soften slightly as He saw the relief grow across your face.

His powerful right hand now moved onto your right shoulder. He pushed you down until your face was directly in line with the sock surrounding His gigantic rod. Christ, it must have been a good 8.5 inches.

The man of few words suddenly spoke once more.

“You have 5 minutes and then I’m gonna cum into this smelly, sweaty gym sock. Don’t touch. Don’t push. Don’t do anything. Just stay where I’ve put you. 5 minutes. No contact. I mean it.”

You looked up and with that His attention went back to His phone screen. He pressed play, albeit without any volume. As always, He did not look in your direction at all again. You waited patiently as instructed, your mouth an inch away from His huge encased shaft, dying in agonising ecstasy at how it smelt and how it felt to have His manhood so close to your mouth. He didn’t push it in far. He rubbed it deliberately around, over your lips and then pushed in very slightly to let your tongue feel the very tip and taste His masculinity. It was far from a penetrating, man-on-man blow-job. More like a fully blown, deliberate tease. An act of a straight Dom letting his gay sub come as close as possible to His manhood. Maybe if there was no actual bodily contact in his mind, it didn’t count?

He jerked His rod faster, clearly very much enjoying the friction the sock was creating around it. He rubbed harder and faster as He watched His own object of foot adoration. You got the impression this was a video He knew well, and was fond of. Your mouth sort of hovered there, waiting for its reward, salivating yet not allowed to do more than be patient as He caressed your lips oh so lightly with the end of his encased mushroom. You still weren’t sure what He wanted you to do or what His intentions were. You subtly understood not to push it and make the rod go any further in than He permitted.

Shortly after this, He let out a huge groan. He was clearly really enjoying what He was watching. You hoped you were adding to His bliss by being at His beck and call, servile and on your knees, in a position He had commanded. Were you the gay beta of someone you saw as so Alpha, yet also with a clear leaning very akin to yours?

He suddenly came into His sock, letting out a gentle roar. You looked down at His cock and saw its cotton lining soaking up. You felt the wetness so close to your lips. Cum started dripping through the stinking material. You were so turned on again, but you did not dare touch your own rock-hard cock again. It was clearly His turn.

He had come hard and fast. His sock was completely drenched and a few drops continued to leak through, He grabbed the back of your neck with His right hand and pulled you in, so that the tip of His sock was letting cum droplets from His mushroom-head permeate the end of the stinking sock and fall onto your lips. He looked down momentarily. You were dying to open your mouth wider but He clearly had set a firm boundary. He seemed happy that you had obeyed His orders. Maybe a few little drops were permissible, anything more, too far?

He pulled His cock back, away from your yearning mouth and unwrapped the sock from His shaft. It was crusting up as His seed dried on it. Without warning, His hand reached down again and this time moved down to your mouth, fingers slipping inside. Suddenly, he yanked your jaw open. You couldn’t believe what was happening - again!

Before you had time to breathe, He shoved the cum-infested rag inside your mouth.

“Gonna leave that there for a moment. A little reminder of this morning’s adventures, reminding you who’s Boss.”

He said this as you stared up, incredulous, mouth full of His seed, His deposit, His stinking manliness.

“Maybe I could get used to having an adoring, obedient, little foot boy, attending to My needs. I will leave you to have a think about that.”

You opened your mouth to reply and He pressed His finger against your lips.

“Your mouth’s full enough as it is. That’s enough for today.”

You nodded.

Silence again.

The electricity of the statements after the incredibly unexpected turn of events that morning made your mind fog up and your body limp and joyous.

He grinned once more, again in the direction of His reflection in the mirror, not at you, but at Himself. He hadn’t told you to get up, or what to do with the sock, inhabiting your entire mouth, so you just froze, awaiting any other orders.

Then He made His way into the living room. He returned with His gym bag and got out His change of clothes. You were still kneeling down with His sock in your mouth. Did you need to wait for His permission to move? You didn’t know.

He started getting dressed. He put on a clean t-shirt, a fresh pair of jeans and then pulled out a pair of clean socks, before going to sit down on the bed. He hesitated for a moment. He looked your way and then clicked his fingers, pointing at His feet and expecting you to come over. Of course, you obediently did so, your cock suddenly twitching even though it was still sore from the earlier frantic explosion. You arrived at the end of the bed and He pushed both your shoulders back down so you were still firmly on your knees. His crusty sock was still lodged in your mouth, emitting His Alpha juices, intoxicating your throat with His post-gym foot odour and His seed. He hadn’t told you anything about taking it out yet. You actually yearned to keep it there as long as possible! He glanced down at you as you longingly stared at the toes which had already enslaved you. You felt unsure as to whether He was going to treat you to yet another round of foot worship fantasy.

This time, however, He raised His bare right foot onto His left knee and pointed at His clean sock, lying on the bed next to him. This time, He did grant you the courtesy of looking down as you reached out and grabbed it. He indicated again, this time for you to put it onto His right foot. You obeyed and slipped it over His meaty paw. You thought He betrayed a faint smile. He lowered His head down slightly and you wondered what the hell was coming next. All He did, in fact, was murmur one word, almost inaudibly, “Kiss”. Mouth still full with His cum-stained, sweaty cotton, you managed only to place the tips of your lips onto the grey cotton of the new sock, which was now encasing the cleaned up sole you had spilt your seed on, just 20 minutes ago. He allowed you a very short peck, before He lowered His right foot to the ground, swapped legs, telling you the same instruction for the second time, this time regarding His left foot. Again, you placed the clean sock over His chunky, clean paw. Again, He commanded and allowed you a short, symbolic peck.

As your lips touched the second sock, you thought about how His soles were clean, He had new socks on them, and you were left with a small relic, reminding you of the exchanges of power, pleasure and surrender that had just taken place. You felt at home, at ease and overwhelmed with arousal.

You had obeyed each time he told you to do something. He had gone to good efforts to entertain your inner desires. He had let you share in His too, albeit under His rules and in His way. Was He insinuating that He embraced what you two now had? Whatever it was. Some kind of straight-gay, Alpha-beta, sole-first relationship of unbalanced authority?

With a final, “Enough, foot-slave”, He nudged your head away and reached down to pull His trainers out from His bag and put them on. He stood up, grabbed His bag and got up to leave the spare bedroom.

He hesitated as He got to the door and turned to face you: “Oh and foot-slave. I expect that cum-infested, wreaking sock rag in your mouth back, tomorrow, clean and dry. Understood?”

You nodded and He looked pleased. He left the room and quickly exited the apartment.

It felt as though the last 25 minutes may have not ever really existed. You stayed motionless in the kneeling position for a moment, slowly absorbing what had happened. It felt amazing!

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Another week passed, and your Alpha-beta relationship progressed. Words were minimal, verbal interaction non-existent. The procedure had become almost ceremonial. You waited for Him to finish His gym session. He entered the changing room just as everyone else was leaving. You hang around and when He was ready He would nod over to you, having not even acknowledged your presence there until that moment.

Back at your place, He would treat you to a 10-15 minute session of worshipping His Master feet. He played on His phone and looked away. You got on with your business, came and cleaned up. He then would go into the spare bedroom and take His shower. You would wait, no coffee needed after the initial incident! He would finish up and call when He was ready for you. You would enter the bedroom and He would be fully erect, fully encased, and ready to jerk Himself off while you hovered, kneeling, waiting for Him to unload His alpha seed all over His used gym sock.

He then would place that sock in your mouth and have you wait a moment. He only paid you attention from this point in to make sure you were really embracing His kind gift. When satisfied, He would grab His gym bag, have you put His clean socks on, the cum-encrusted one still firmly in between your cheeks. Then He would have you lightly kiss each new sock once before putting on His trainers and getting up to go. The only difference was that He would have His hand out, ready to collect His washed and dried sock from the previous day. You would fetch it from the bedside table drawer and He would put it back into His bag and leave. You had quickly adjusted to making sure it was there, ready and waiting, as good as new.

It became a wordless, yet deeply satisfying ritual for both involved. Mutual pleasure almost written in stone. You both depended on each other’s involvement, yet the asymmetric power involved, ensured you both got what you psychologically craved too.

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After roughly another month of performing the same sequence, 5 times a week, every morning after the gym, you wondered where any of this might be going. He seemed very happy with His routine and you certainly had no complaints! It wasn’t until, possibly, another two weeks later, one Friday out of the blue when He startled you and spoke deeply and affirmatively after you handed Him His clean sock - normally the end of that day’s activity.

What was He about to say?

He told you He was moving in to the spare room that weekend. He didn’t ask. He didn’t even say please. He just declared it. Now it was you who silently nodded. You knew words weren’t His thing. He didn’t want to ask or negotiate. He just said He wanted what was rightly His. You never used the spare room. You had absolutely no reason to object. Satisfied, He left and returned the next day with a few suitcases of clothes.

It was the first time (of many) that you saw Him on the weekend. You wondered if you would be treated to the privilege of worshipping His godly feet seven days a week from now on. To your delight, once he finished unpacking, you entered the living room to find Him bare-chested, in His usual Alpha position, right foot extended onto His stool, waiting for you to do do your business. Delighted, you immediately acquiesced. It was as if He had somehow always been there, in your apartment, that very position. Like nothing really had changed, even though neither of you had ever actually discussed the arrangements formally, bar His initial setting of His limits.

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He knew what His feet, His soles, His sweat and His cum did to you. He also clearly did not need to talk about it. You didn’t mind - in fact - it made you feel even more degraded yet lustful of your silent Master’s irresistible, manly feet; the power they had over you and your and His resulting pleasure had become all that mattered.

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A few weeks into your new life, you have both now settled into cohabiting. You don’t mind making small gestures to put your foot Alpha at ease such as making extra portions of your meals for Him in the evening and leaving them outside his door. You pick up the dirty clothes He leaves in piles outside His door, add them to your basket (catching a whiff of His sweaty tees or dirty socks when possible) and you deliver them back freshly laundered. He comes and goes as He pleases. You turn a blind eye to the girls He brings home on Friday nights. You wonder if He just does vanilla stuff with them, or whether He meets women specifically for the same thing He jerks over when you’re waiting for him to unload His Alpha seed into His dirty sock. You don’t care that he never contributes to any of the bills or chores, or that He seldom even speaks to you, bar the odd morning “Thanks foot boy” as He casually grabs the extra coffee you make and leave aside for him first thing in the morning.

Apart from the daily ritual after the gym, He does what He pleases and you never protest. You’re not a couple. But you’re far from simple flatmates either!

He knows the reason you agreed to let Him move in and why He lives rent-free. He knows you will do anything to be able to keep worshipping His regal soles and toes. The silent rules seemed to have become naturally fixed: he just lets you get on with your end of the bargain, once a day, no questions asked. Then He ensures He gets His.

Humbled by how far you’ve come and your successful foot-sub efforts so far this morning, you get back to work, tracing every wrinkle of His mighty sole with your tongue, while you continue to jerk your aching, erect cock. As ever, He won’t look down until you have unloaded and fully cleaned up. Then He will get up and go into the bathroom for His shower and afterwards, you’ll be waiting patiently for Him to summon you for His dirty sock jerking routine. After He has come and you have His sweat, juices and seed germinating in your mouth, you will place His clean socks onto His feet and He will let you kiss each one, once. After that you both go about your days, cycle not to be repeated again until the same time tomorrow.

It may not be the sort of co-existence most would dream of, but you don’t care. Your place is at the feet of your Alpha. You’re complete, and you like to think that He too has found just what He had been looking for. Questioning the last few months was unnecessary and undesired by either of you, it would seem. All you care about, is ensuring the Foot god you so desired and who randomly walked into your life and then moved into your apartment had His perfect, chunky, wrinkled soles worshipped and adored every day.

Just as they should be.

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Biggest fetish since as long as I can remember. My fantasy is to have the owner of a huge, manly, sexy pair like these sit or stand above me, me lying on the floor, watching them descend closer and closer to my face. Me, helpless to pretend I would even try to resist as they cover my entire submissive face. I want to breathe through their owner’s stench, beg to be allowed to lavish them up and down with my tongue and then in and around every giant toe, all the while, the new Foot God telling me...

“What a good, little foot-boy you are. It’s okay. Don’t be ashamed. I knew who you were as soon as I saw how you reacted, the first time I deliberately let you have a glance at My powerful, regal soles.

This will become your secret, happy place. You will crave these Alpha feet day and night. They will own your body and be your only, true source of happiness. See, I knew that would make you smile, and talk to that voice that’s been inside you since you can remember. It’s perfectly natural. My soles are perfect. Just give yourself to them.”

I will quickly learn how rock-hard my beta cock gets as soon as I see, touch, lick, suck and worship His feet, as He masterfully manoeuvres so that one is rubbing my aching bone up and down, while the other stays firmly and robustly covering my face lips and mouth. Together these Alpha male feet, with their bulbous, domineering toes, will own me. My brain, my body, my ecstasy. They will cement my deepest desires and it will become my rightful place to serve them from beneath.

The Foot God will let me completely surrender to His paws as I learn how He controls each of My orgasmic waves.

When He determines I have earnt it, He will command:

“Come, slave! Come for your Master’s almighty feet and soles. Feel their power. Feel your helplessness to resist.”

With that, ropes of my beta seed will cover the sole, so agilely caressing, rubbing and controlling my cock, the other engulfing my entire face, pressing down, making me feel its force. With my moans of pure, inferior bliss and delight, He will continue:

“Good slave. Good foot boy. Doesn’t it feel amazing to be under My total control. Master’s feet give you the most unimaginable pleasure possible. You will live to serve Me and My dominant feet. No foot Master can possibly make you feel like I do. Say it back footslave!”

“It feels amazing to be under Your total control...”

“Under Your total control, what?”

“Under Your total control, Sir.”

“Better, footslave. Continue.”

“Master’s feet give me the most unimaginable pleasure possible, Sir. I will live to serve You and Your dominant feet, forever, Sir. No foot Master can possibly make me feel like you do, my foot Master, Sir.”

“Very well, footslave. Now lick up the mess you’ve made. We have a big future ahead and lots more conditioning to continue with today.”

With each droplet of your beta seed sucked back off His godly soles, you will fall deeper and deeper in love with His feet, the feet which now own you. The feet you exist to serve, worship and adore. The foot Master you now live for.

My second attempt at a longer story, inspired some extremely hot images! I start with a paragraph and the narrative evolves around it as I get carried away! It’s hard not to when presented with such amazing, masterful soles being teased in front of us helpless admirers!!

Again, please let me know if this hit the right spots for you as well as any general feedback on the erotic writing. Enjoy!

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His foot lotion had long had some sort of bewitching effect on you. He saw the way you started lusting whenever you caught a glimpse oh his beautiful, high arches, perfect, wrinkly soles and domineering, plump toes. He thought He would try His regular experiment. He knew you were lying down, pretending to be doing something else as He casually grabbed His moisturising ointment. He saw your gaze move over as He sensually started rubbing the mixture into His right paw. He knew you liked a sole shiny and glistening. Right foot coated, He would present it out to you, like bait.

“Floor!” He would casually instruct.

And you would get down, underneath Him, looking up at the foot which was about to engulf you.

He stood above, reminding you who was Boss here.

He would gradually lower His sexy, shiny sole down onto your face. He saw the immediate hard-on in your slacks and How you were helpless to say no.

As soon as the ointment got closer to your nose, you inhaled deeply. His musk from a long day of training, coupled with the way the liquid accentuated each curve of your Boss’s feet, intoxicating you.

“Beg!” came the next order.

“Please Boss, let me worship your perfect, glistening feet.”

And with that, you were drowning in His sole. He held it there as you buried you face into each of its crevices. You awaited further orders.

“Lick slave.”

Your tongue slid out, exploring the meaty flesh, tracing the subtle wrinkles, finding its way in between each pleasure-inducing toe.

“Suck.”

One by one, you encompassed His bulging, masculine toes. He started with His big toe and you blew it like a cock. He started moaning with delight as He inserted further toes into your mouth, filling you with Him, His feet, His scent, marking His property.

He allowed you to make love to His right foot like this for what seemed like 20-25 minutes at least. All the while, your beta cock pulsated and you felt the precum oozing out at regular intervals. You loved every ecstatic second of being at His foot’s service. It felt right.

Once He eventually withdrew His right foot, He sat back down on His bed and started coyly rubbing His left one. You stayed on the floor, looking up, aching to serve your Boss’s other foot as well.

He looked down at you but did not change His stern expression.

“What are we going to do next with you today, my weak foot slave? What are we going to do with you now?”

Before you knew where you were, Boss had lowered His right foot back down to its original, resting place, covering the majority of your beta face, while His left came down hovering over your crotch.

“Something tells me My left foot is about to receive a different kind of lotioning cream today!”

And with that He commanded you to pull down your slacks. He placed His left foot over the raging bone sticking out in your underwear. His right remained engulfing your face and lips.

“Kiss my perfect sole again!” He ordered again as His left foot began pressing firmly down on your bulge. You let out helpless moans of ecstasy. You were owned by these Alpha feet and they controlled your waves of pure arousal. You wanted nothing more than to serve Boss’s almighty feet forever.

You carried on worshipping His perfect right paw as His left teased the aching rod inside your underwear, the material getting wetter and wetter with your beta drips by the minute.

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“It’s time foot slave,” He said after what seemed like a very long time had passed with your mouth adoring His feet and His feet, in return, enslaving your cock.

You pulled down your underwear and He swivelled round so that both of His masterful feet were now descending around your rock-hard bone. It fit perfectly in between His virile arches. You were drowning in ecstasy with the contact. Your cock felt right in between the superior man’s powerful paws. As He began to rub your dick, up and down, slowly, then quickly, slowly, then quickly, you started wincing at the pure pleasure coursing through your entire nervous system.

“Oh yes, someone was a very hungry foot slave today, indeed. I somehow think my Boss feet are going to have a particularly large protein bath today. Isn’t that right, foot slave?”

“Yes Boss,” you replied, “Your feet do things to me, no other person or thing can ever get close to.”

“Very well foot slave. In that case, it’s time to start counting down. Remember the drill. If you come before zero, or hang on seconds too long afterwards, you’re cleaning my toilet tonight with your tongue and spit-shining ALL of my filthy boots. Understood?”

“Yes Boss, perfectly Boss,” you replied compliantly but also in panic at the idea of letting down the Boss who treated you so well and brought you so much joy.

With that He told you to thrust and started counting down.

“10...”

You started frantically fucking your Boss’s perfect soles. The friction was very intense. You realised you had to calm down and it take it more slowly. His soles were already covered in so much precum that the lubricated, stiff hole was driving you and your penis wild.

“9....8....”

You were trying desperately to time your orgasm with His commands but you knew you couldn’t hold on for much longer. Boss was pressing His feet together, sending electric waves through your rod into your entire body.

“7...6...”

You looked up for reassurance and your Boss was sort of smirking. He knew what He was doing and He knew He could utter a few words and it would be game over for you. His conditioning had been that effective.

“5...Halfway there foot boy, keep going...”

Your cock ached with agonising ecstasy, your eyes were closed and your expression showed you were getting extremely close. Precum was still pouring out all over His meaty, wrinkles. Your cock glided so effortlessly in its friction against the manly flesh controlling it.

“4...”

You didn’t think you could hold it. Boss would be so disappointed. Please, dear god, hold on.

“3...”

It was about to be a volcanic eruption, you had got this far. Not long now!

“2...my good foot boy, you make Boss so happy when you obey.”

Those words, that trigger, the knowledge that you had pleased your Boss today, it was too much to handle!

“1...I’m so proud of you foot boy.”

Before he could continue, the word proud had a piercing effect in the air. It was too late. His feet, His musk all over you, His words of total control and reassurance. He knew what He was fucking doing! It was too late.

Ropes of cum jetted out of your aching rod. His soles became completely coated with your seed. So close. Fuck! It felt so good to have come in between your Boss’s powerful soles again, so masterfully engulfing your entire manlihood. You let out several moans of utter bliss. Your cock felt amazing but your brain also started panicking...“You were so close!”

Alas, you had come before zero...again!

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“I want every single speck of mud gone, immediately. One day, just maybe, one day you will learn to become the disciplined foot slave worthy of these almighty Boss feet. You’re getting so close. But not today. Lick my boots foot boy. Not another sound from you until they’re glistening in their cleanliness.”

And with that, the next hour was spent with your tongue meticulously tracing each inch of Boss’s boots. You felt humiliated and disappointed in yourself, yet also excited and relieved after your permission for ecstatic release. You would humbly accept your punishment today and keep striving to be the best foot slave your Boss could possibly dream of.

The battle today was part of the long-term war with your inner self-control. You knew Boss only had your best interest at heart. You loved your Boss and His perfect feet and you couldn’t wait for the next chance to demonstrate to Him that you could do as He told you. His feet were your destiny to mark the better soldier He knew He had to awaken within you. They completed you.

He has some of the best arches ever.

“There’s no resisting Daddy’s hot, big, wide, wrinkled paws now is there, footboy? You’re drowning in their magnificence and you need to submit to them straight away, don’t you?”

“Yes Daddy. They’re mesmerising and I can’t do anything to control my urges. Your soles are truly irresistible, it’s true.”

“Good footboy. That’s just what Daddy thought. Well they’re not gonna just clean themselves are they, slave?”

“No, Daddy. Absolutely not. May I have the honour of being underneath their glory and serving them as they deserve to be?”

“Yes footslut. You have Daddy’s permission to do everything you’re born to do with and to them, okay? Let’s start with licking between every enchanting crevice until they’re sparklingly clean and glistening with your beta sub saliva, shall we? After that we’ll turn our attention onto Daddy’s bulbous, manly toes. Don’t worry, we won’t forget about your penchant for sticking your puppy tongue in between and up and down their gaps so that every inch of my dominant Daddy soles has been fully treated and worshipped correctly. Then we’ll assess your sub feet service level and see if you deserve to coat them in your cute, little sub saliva juice. Sound good footboy?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank You so much. I feel so at peace as soon as I admit my beta urges to you. I am ‘home’ underneath You and Your superior soles. It’s only then when nothing else but pleasing, adoring and venerating Your perfect feet makes sense. Thank You so much for letting me.”

“You’re welcome, footboy. I’m so glad you finally found Me. You’re such a lucky footslut, aren’t you, footslave?”

“Yes Daddy, one million per cent. I’m Yours.”

“Gooood boyyyy. No need to fight it is there. Now get licking.”

“Yes Daddy. Absolutely. Right away, Boss.”

“That’s my good footslut. Oh you’re so hard and excited already I see with that tent in your trousers. No need for you to stay clothed, footboy, is there?”

“No Daddy. I need to release my bone and show You what effect Your soles immediately have on me.”

“And that’s just how it should be, footslave. Permission to get naked for full-on foot beta service granted. You’re such a good, little sole worshipper, footboy. You make Daddy so, so proud.”

Those words sent electric shivers down your beta spine. Your 🦴 twitched profusely and stood up to full arousal. You followed Daddy’s orders immediately. All that mattered was pleasing Him. Giving Him what He deserved. You lay naked and placed your face firmly beneath His glorious wrinkled soles. You breathed Him in, inhaling His true power over you. You felt alive. You felt ready. You put out your tongue and let nature guide you in every single long-lasting, hot and joyful lick. Up, down. Side to side. You wouldn’t miss one inch or let one moment more pass without being filled with your adoration. Your purpose in life was here and it was now. You smiled uncontrollably and Daddy reached down to ruffle your hair.

“Such a goooood foootboyyy. Just completely losing himself in Daddy’s perfection, Daddy’s superiority. Nothing left to do but obey. Is there footslut? You’re mine. You belong to Daddy’s superior soles. You’re such a lucky foootboooyyy. Oh yes.”

“Hey, you…yes, YOU…”

“Did you stop and stare for a moment when My handsome face and big, Masterful soles popped up in front of your beta eyes?”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? They clearly have some sort of subjugating effect on you.”

“Why are you trying to fight it?”

“You’re My next pathetic, submissive foot-beta b*tch-boy. Aren’t you boy?”

…[“Oh shit. He’s discovered my secret. WTF am I gonna do now? Damn, I’m trapped! By His SOLES. They’re so beautiful and hot though. And what a handsome face. Maybe now’s a good a time as any to finally come clean and admit this is all I have ever craved, my entire, foot-obsessed, crazy, debauched life. Yes, I am going to surrender to this stud. I WANT to become His adoring footslave. I must obey Him.”]

“Good boy. You made the right choice, didn’t you footslave? You’re so damn hard right now. And that huuuuge smile on your face. Whoa, that tent in your pants keeps just getting bigger and bigger. You’re my new, best foot-beta boy, aren’t you? Who’s a clever foot-puppy? Oh yes, it’s YOU!”

All you could do was bark, lick, stroke, caress and stare up at him adoringly. You ached to please your new Alpha Daddy Master. You longed to be his perfect, new footpup.

“You are suuch a good foot-beta for Daddy’s HUGE soles. My good foot-boy. The start of your conditioning is today. You made the right choice. The start of the rest of your sad, foot-addicted, slave life is NOW. Isn’t that right my adoring puppy?”

“Yes Sir. Yes Master. Yes Daddy.” Was about all your submissive, fogged brain could think and muster to say.

“That’s right my Good Boy. Keep going! You’re such a smart foot-puppy! Aren’t you my boy?”

“Ruff…ruff…yesss Master….mmmm.”

Master smiled as he looked down at you. You were one step closer to paradise and He had become your new key to getting there. All He did was unlock the door in your pathetic, submissive slave-mind.

Yes, you must Keep Going. Keeping on keeping on. That was all that mattered now. He was all that mattered. Period. You felt so at home, so goddamn happy and so very fulfilled at HIS feet. You tried to speak but all you did was kept on groaning in pure delight.

“That’s it my perfect foot-puppy. Keep going. Keep worshipping. Keep stroking. You’re MINE foot-beta. These soles own you. Say it back.”

“YOUR perfect Alpha Daddy soles own me, Foot-Master. I live to serve Them. They’re all I ever wanted. Thank you Master. You’re so good to me.”

“That’s right my little, adoring, foot-worshipping puppy. This is going even better than I expected. So fast. So hot. You DESERVE MY PERFECT SOLES. They’re already become everything you ever dreamt of, and more. That’s right my best foot-slave. Keep going. Say it back.”

“I MUST keep going Master. I MUST keep worshipping YOUR PERFECT FEET AND SOLES, Daddy. I MUST KEEP GOING.”

“Good boyyyy. My, perfect, good foot-beta. I am so proud of you!”

His praising words sent shivers down your spine and electricity through your entire body. It’s as if you were magnetically drawn to worshipping His soles! You didn’t understand it. But you no longer had to. Keeping going had become your only clear way forward as you worshipped and stared up. You were alive!

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Your new neighbour had heard a lot of unusual porn sounds coming through the walls last night without you knowing. You’d had a pretty wild Saturday on all the regular sites. You had tried just to have a chilled, quiet evening in with Netflix but around 10pm you got bored with yet another episode. So you grabbed a beer and went up to your office. It was an interior room with a comfy office chair and a towel and some lube ready and waiting. You spent hours and hours there, watching handsome Alphas (often looking a lot like him, tattooed biceps, manly faces, deep voices) taking off their socks, revealing their perfect soles and commanding you to jerk off for them. You normally put headphones on but last night for some reason you had completely forgotten. The old neighbours never seemed to hear…you hoped! If they had then they had never brought it to your attention anyway. Haha.

You never knew when this urge started but it was present all through school, university and beyond. You had had vanilla relationships, some really lovely, handsome older guys mainly. They treated you well as you did them and you ended up having flings lasting 1 to 12 months. But in the end all of them knew their vanilla cravings just didn’t fully do it for you. You were open about it from the start and they kind of just accepted when they accidentally walked in on you during one of your ‘special’ alone times. You were sad to let them go. Always. But that’s just how it was. So here you were now, good job, nice house, sorted, living in a nice street, just getting by, alone, minding your own business and being free to enjoy what you loved whenever you felt like it. It wasn’t conventional but you weren’t unfulfilled. It was fine.

The next morning he called up two of his mates (unbeknown to you) and pretended to come around, asking to borrow some sugar. Obviously you didn’t know it was a simple guise at the time. He initially showed up just by himself. The others must have been hiding around the corner in his back garden. You hadn’t seen them and your own eyes were immediately drawn to the handsome Adonis standing at your door anyway. He was just like so many of the guys you gooned over every night. Huge, ripped arms. Handsome chest. And thanks to the very clement spring weather he only had on a tight, casual, red t-shirt, very short sports shorts and a pair of sliders. He was probably still in the middle of unpacking. You had seen him moving boxes out of his van yesterday with his really cute girlfriend. They had politely greeted you as you went out yesterday afternoon to the shops to get some weekend drinks in. You thought he and she had seemed nice enough.

“Sure, sure. What are good neighbours for? Welcome. I’m Marcus by the way. Come on in.” You extended your hand.

He didn’t reply but did shake your hand. He just a pleasant smile on his handsome face and didn’t hesitate to come in.

Okay he was totally hot. Ripped body. Clearly a no bs type of man. It had been a while since you’d had such a manly man in your house! In fact, had you ever?

You beckoned him into your living room while he waited. You told him to sit on the sofa while you went into the kitchen to get some sugar. You got out a plastic sachet and started pouring the sugar out of your packet inside.

“Won’t be long,” you shouted to him.

“Yeah that’s fine, take your time.” He replied. The words were friendly but his tone was actually pretty hard. Controlling, almost.

The next thing you knew, you returned to the living room to find him in the middle of the sofa, flexing his biceps and in the process of taking his sock off his left foot. But, not only that…two other guys had joined him in the room, sitting on the sofa next to him! There was a sportier but sterner looking type to his right and a slightly younger, bit scrawnier but just as handsome in a more boy-ish way guy to his left. Out of the three, your neighbour was more what you typically went for but all three had their charms.

Your neighbour placed his de-socked sole onto your coffee table. His friends kept their socks on but each extended one leg to place a foot each of theirs upon the table too…

Your neighbour smirked, his younger friend was laughing, not in a stupid or immature way. Just manly chuckling. The sporty guy remained expression-less. Your neighbour clicked and pointed at the floor in front of the table. With no words needed, you knew exactly what to do.

You put the sugar on the side, immediately got down to your knees and placed your face at eye-level with his magnificent, dirty sole. He grinned more but his friends started looking a bit shocked perhaps, serious either way. They probably had no idea any guy existed who would willingly get down on his knees and start begging to worship their perfect feet.

You were down on your knees on the rug in your living room. Your neighbour pressed his dirty sole within an inch of your face. You inhaled every atom of the air and sighed with a release of pleasure. Without any instructions or discussion, you extended out your tongue and slowly started licking his salty glory.

Still nobody spoke any more, they just sat back and watched as you started worshipping and adoring the huge, manly sole in your midst.

Without thinking, you stopped for a second after his sole was completely glistening with your saliva, and in between his toes had been sucked until all the dirt had disappeared. You shifted your body slightly to the left and moved your face over to the white socked foot of his friend. Again, no words needed or time wasted, you buried your face into the manly scent and inhaled every molecule of manliness that you could. You looked up at his friend and then back up at him. You longed to remove this second Adonis’s perfect gym sock. Although less smily, and more discerning than your neighbour, his friend nodded and you proceeded to remove his white, fluffy sock. His sole was just as magnificent as the first, but in a slightly different way. A little less dirty, but sweatier and glistening with a beautiful array of wrinkles. You smiled, you sighed again in ecstasy, and you started having your beta way with this second straight Alpha who had also so unexpectedly had graced your morning with his feet and his presence.

Your 🦴 started getting rock hard in your loungewear trousers. It was hard to conceal how much in footbeta heaven you were. The guys didn’t seem phased by it at all. They looked nonplussed, looking on and looking down at you.

You thought it was only right to thank them for showing up so unexpectedly this morning and making this ordinary Sunday morning so magical.

You stopped for a moment. “Back in two secs,” you said.

You quickly went into the kitchen again and grabbed three beers out of the shiny, modern, new refrigerator you had only just bought. Thank goodness you had stocked up yesterday.

By the time you took the caps off and made it back into the living room, the third straight Alpha had also removed a black sock on His left foot. Right, left, left. Three incredible, manly soles awaited you. Stretched out, begging for your tongue, begging to be venerated by you and your special desire to feel weak beneath this particular kind of man. This time they had shifted so all three of them were a bit closer together. They put their three soles in a line. The three men clicked together and pointed this time. You handed these new foot Masters their beers then you moved back into position. All three soles now just inches apart from each other and inches from your face. Three at once! It simply didn’t get better than this. You had never done anything like it before. But you had seen enough videos in your time to know exactly how a good foot worshipping scene should play out. You lost yourself, stopped thinking, but remained as respectful as possible. You were no longer in a relationship of equals with these men but that was perfectly normal and they had seemed to slide into their Dom roles as much as you had as sole submissive numero uno!

The three straight Alphas toasted, clinking their bottles together.

Suddenly your handsome new neighbour finally spoke:

“Well guys. It looks like we have ourselves a new foot-servant. Doesn’t it?” He continued to smirk.

“A true, total footbeta.” The second replied, still serious-looking and harder yet just as handsome.

“Well don’t hog the footpig.” The third said, the more sarcastic of the three. “He’s barely touched MY perfect sole yet! Let him get my dirty, smelly, owning sole as wet as yours two, first.”

“You’re right, mate. You’re absolutely right.” The neighbour added.

And with that the three started chatting among themselves, almost completely ignoring you. You weren’t included in the conversation at all. Not addressed, nor acknowledged. All they did was collectively click and point to the sole of they guy they expected you to move onto. First off, the younger Alpha on the right waited for you to firmly plant his sole into your beta-slave mouth. You went a bit crazier on that one, now that the ice had been broken. Still hard as a rock, you quickly covered his sole in a thick layer of beta saliva. You licked up and down quite furiously. Then you really got on your hands and knees to position your mouth completely around several of his toes at once as his foot was a bit smaller and you sucked hard, as if it were a collection of 🍆 s. You licked, you blew, you kept sighing in utter pleasure.

They continued to talk and continued ignoring you, bar when the guy on the left had downed his first beer and gave you a little nudge with His magnificent, wrinkled, glistening sole and pointed back at the kitchen. You went back to get each a second round and then got straight back down to carry on. Centre, left, right, then all three at once. You were in foot paradise, sole heaven!

You were so hard as you gave each of the three soles its bath and its complete adoration. You wanted to touch yourself so badly. You started moving your hand down to rub your excited beta 🦴. You weren’t sure if it was allowed. You hesitated momentarily but thought it was worth a try. You started rubbing your bulge but your hunky Alpha neighbour immediately stopped mid-conversation with his friends.

“Er. Excuse me. Did we say you had permission to start touching that foot-obsessed penis of yours?…

“Well, did we?” Added the stern second one.

“Answer us now sub.” Added the third.

“No Bosses. Sorry. No you did not.” You blushed and removed your hand. You weren’t sure if ‘Boss’ was the correct way to address your new foot Doms but it seemed natural to say and none of them objected.

“It’s okay.” Said your neighbour in a slightly less harsh tone. “You’ll learn…foot freak. You’ll learn.”

The way they humiliated you and then He made you feel okay again. It was nice. You weren’t used to being among superiors and being told what to do. But you liked it. Usually it was you in charge of your team at work. It was a real relief to take orders, to be honest. You’d been craving it your whole damn footsub life, in fact. You weren’t about to mess up the chance to keep serving these three amazingly hot guys and their perfect man paws which had unexpectedly walked into your life and house this boring Sunday morning.

“Don’t worry fella,” said the third, seeing your expression and sensing you were fighting all of your urges not to jack off through how aroused both the worship and the control and obedience made you feel.

“We’re your superiors from now on,” added the stern second guy. “We tell you what to do. You obey us.” He clarified.

“Yes Bosses. I am so grateful Bosses. And so sorry for trying to touch my 🍆. Worshipping Your masculine, dominant, sexy feet and toes just does wild things to me. I can’t help it. I know I’m weird.”

“No boy, no, no, you’re not weird,” said your neighbour, taking you a little aback. “Haven’t you seen my sexy, beautiful girl yet? The one with the black hair. Looks a bit like a Kardashian from behind?” He laughed and his friends chuckled too. He clearly knew she was a knockout. Unsurprising he should be with such a 10, you mused in your head.

“Yes Boss, I saw her as you were moving your boxes in together yesterday.”

“Well, she’s my Goddess. She’s my Queen. I am mad about feet too, hers in particular. Just not rank, sweaty, smelly men’s ones like you. You total freak.” He added, all of them laughing even more, even the more serious one lightening up a bit. “See. I get it. I get what you need. She’s out shopping with our girlfriends, spending our hard-earned money. We’re just like you. We’re footslaves for our partners…and…We love it too!”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing! This kind of relationship, albeit with a woman, that you had always fantasised about, actually existed and it had even just moved in next door to you!

“Yes we f***ing do.” Added the serious guy.

“So, so badly.” Added the third.

“We will do anything to be able to worship, love and adore our Queens and their Goddess feet. Just as you have shown you would for us as your Gods. Feet are completely different in how they can subjugate men who are that way inclined.”

“Yes that’s totally right,” interjected the second, sterner one, “and we’re not stupid. We know guys like you also exist. We know there must be as many gays as straights into other Alpha men’s feet as we are into our Queens’.”

“Yes we’ve all got Twitter. We have all stumbled across a Dom man’s profile accidentally from time to time.” The third added.

“We’re all in committed relationships, living out our footsub fantasies. And when I heard that porn coming through the walls last night. Well. I immediately told my Queen and we both realised we’d moved in nextdoor to a kindred spirit. She immediately suggested I call up my friends and arrange to come around, unannounced, surprising you this morning. Said we should break the ice…you know, being good neighbours…haha.”

Your neighbour was speaking genuinely and nicely to you now. You were still on your knees at the three’s feet. But the initial testing of the water seemed to have passed and the boxing gloves were off, so to speak.

“Yeah man.” The third guy spoke again. “Listen I don’t tell a lot of people this. But when we get together with our Queens and we have a special night, shall we say?” He chuckled and the other guys did too and nodded. “Yeah, when we have a special night, sometimes our Goddesses can concoct some crazy games for us to play.”

“Yeah man.” Added the second sterner guy. “Totally. And f**k. Can I admit I really f**ing enjoyed it? I’m not a freak like this weird dude. Promise guys.” He laughed but looked a bit embarrassed now.

“No bro, it’s all cool,” your neighbour replied. “Yeah so basically let’s just say it’s not the first time we have come to enjoy each other’s feet as well as our Queens’. Every now and then. Sometimes our Goddesses decide they want to have a bit of fun with us that way. Yeah we f***ing love it. We’ll do anything they say.”

“Yeah we do man,” the second replied. The third also nodding.

“Look,” your neighbour added, “yes we are straight but for quite some time we have wanted to branch out a bit. So when my Queen and I heard you last night. We agreed. We said we have to see if you’d be up for some group fun. And so far so good I guess.”

“Yeah even though my bottle’s empty again.” Said the third guy.

“No worries guys. Wow this is just so much to take in. I had never really considered that straight guys could be so into feet like me too. I thought I must be the only one. I’ll go fetch some more beers anyway. This calls for celebrating! Back in a mo.”

“Good boy,” said the second guy. Out of the three, his sterner look and deep voice really turned you on. And to think all three, so manly and outwardly macho, were so submissive to their Queens behind closed doors. The world never ceased to amaze you.

By the time you got back to the sofa area with the extra bottles, you couldn’t believe your eyes! Your neighbour had stood up and was over by the doorway, his phone out. The other two were still on the sofa. But all three guys had taken off their tshirts. Oh my gosh! Two were ripped to f**k! The younger guy, thin but not too badly toned either. Three straight Adonises, half-naked, in your living room, knowing every deep and dark secret about you! Yet not treating you like a pariah. Just correctly as the footsub you had always craved to be. Was this real? You prayed you weren’t dreaming.

Your mouth opened slightly in shock and your hands nearly dropped the beers in excitement!

“F***ing hell.” You heard yourself saying uncontrollably.

“Haha, footboy, you like what you see?” Second stern guy said.

“Well you know exactly what to do to please us now.” Said the third sarcastically but not unkindly.

You went over and handed each their beers. You went back over to your position on the floor. The two friends clicked and pointed at their two magnificent soles on the table together, just crying out to be worshipped in unison. You wondered what your neighbour was doing but you didn’t care. As you started on the next round of licking, sucking and inhaling, your neighbour opened the front door and went outside to the front garden, still half-naked. Looking bloody amazing with his muscles all sinewy and commanding to be looked at and admired! He sat down on your little front garden table, sipping his beer and then his call came through so he started talking on there, inaudibly to you and the friends.

The other two caught you staring.

“Don’t you worry about him out there boy. He’s busy concocting the next part of the way this day’s going for us and you, you lucky, lucky footboy.”

“Yeah foot-puppy, just sit back relax, restrain yourself from touching your 🦴 and all will be revealed later.” The third added. Neither were exactly smiling but at least they were also totally into what was happening, weren’t at all judgemental of what you were doing and seemed just to want you to have a good time. They really seemed to be too! Thank God you were living in such heteroflexible times!

You obliged and left your neighbour to his call while you kept on adoring his friends’ glorious paws.

“Tell you what foot-puppy, you’ve earnt the other two, hasn’t he mate?” Said the third guy, reaching down to his other black socked foot.

“Yes he f***ing well has.” Agreed the second, stern guy, also reaching down to his other white socked foot.

You started quivering with excitement. Were you about to have all four of these glorious soles in front of and on your footbeta face? You had only ever seen such amazing, arousing situations on fake porn videos before. You never thought anything like this actually happened in life. And above all not in yours!

Suddenly four manly, meaty, enslaving soles were on the table in front of you. The two machos toasted, clinking their bottles again. The alcohol was definitely loosening them up too.

“Well don’t just sit there footslave, get on with what we came over for…” the second sterner guy commanded.

“Yeah pup. Come on pup. Good boy.” The third added.

It was interesting to you how each had a slightly different style of addressing you. You wondered if this reflected the sort of footsubs they were to their mistresses. It made you even more aroused to imagine the second guy being a bit more of the opposite of his everyday personality, maybe a disciplinarian type of footsub? Maybe he got spanked if he was out of line? Who the f knew? Haha. And the third, with the growing number of canine references, you started imagining him collared, being led around the room by his Queen, being called a “good boy” himself and earning his doggy treats in the form of foot worship time.

Yes, you could totally picture how these seemingly normal, hunky, straight guys approached their fetish sides with their Dommes. You yearned to know more.

It continued to turn you on and make your rock hard 🦴 ache as you were even beneath them. Naturally in the hierarchy. Gay footsubs had to come even lower than straight footsubs. Women had never been your thing and didn’t turn you on. But it didn’t bother you at all to worship other men who were in turn turned on by being submissive to their women. In fact it turned you on even more immensely. This morning had gone from unexpected to downright crazy. But you didn’t care. You just carried on showing all four of these handsome guys’ soles the adoration they deserved. You still wondered what the neighbour outside was up to and talking about. You could only imagine for now…

Would you be participating in some massive group-type scenario later?

Would you be worshipping your new foot Masters as they in turn were worshipping their Queens?

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

You’d stepped through the looking glass and it was all only just getting started. So hard. So aroused. So lost in worship. So excited and happy. You were totally up for letting this play out and seeing where it took you all, this random Sunday in April.

Had your new life started here?

One look at His Alpha soles and you’re His. He knows all about the power He has over you. He clicks His finger and points down at the floor in front of Him. You move over and get on your knees. You look up at Him in all his Alpha muscle superiority. You are at one with your inferior reality.

You stick out your tongue and make first contact with that magnificent foot. It tastes so good. It feels amazing. Ecstasy tingles through your body as you submit and surrender to all you ever wanted to be.

He sips his drink and ignores you on His phone. You’re nothing but an insignificant slave as far as He is concerned. He lets you be who you always wanted to be and in return you worship Him day and night.

Most people would struggle to understand but the asymmetrical relationship you and your Alpha have fulfils every desire within you to subjugate yourself to a perfect specimen of Manhood. You groan in pleasure, your d**k is rock hard and you are happier than you could ever imagine.

“Thank you Master for existing. Thank you for letting me worship your perfect feet and super manly body. I’m forever grateful.”

“You’re welcome boy.” He replies, not even looking up from whatever has got His attention.

He knew what you wanted. He ensured you got it. Your existence was everything it was ever meant to be. You were alive.

Daddy’s perfect soles control your mesmerised eyes.

Daddy’s perfect feet control your intoxicated beta-brain.

Daddy’s perfect wrinkles leave you craving to trace every inch of them with your inferior, footslave tongue for hours on end.

Daddy’s perfect attitude controls your obsession, yearning and compulsion to beg for more.

Daddy’s perfect. Daddy’s feet are perfect. Worshipping them has become your perfect reason to exist.

Perfect Daddy’s got you; Perfect Daddy controls you; you’re His perfect, pathetic, adoring, little foot-sl*t. And He loves you for it.

…

Since surrendering at and to His perfect feet, everything that was wrong with your prior, unfulfilled life has vanished completely and forever.

You’re irreversibly and irrefutably His now. His perfection controls every atom of your being and every brainwave that passes between your messed-up, clouded, inferior synapses. You became His from the moment He saw you staring at His complete perfection one day.

…

So here you were again. You were at His perfect feet, licking, caressing, rubbing and worshipping them, as you always did, just as it was always meant to be.

He was barely paying you any attention, as always, just letting you get on with it. You just did and always do what comes naturally to you. It seemed that nature had always intended for you to be this inferior excuse for a male. Obsessed with being underneath superiority. Gagging to give yourself to a handsome, superior and perfect Alpha Daddy’s feet.

You didn’t care. You could and did do this all day every day. Worshipping, losing yourself, and waiting patiently.

Eventually, He looked up from His phone, glanced down at you and smiled, reminding you what a GOOD BOY you were for being totally subjugated by His perfect soles, feet and toes.

You smiled back, you thanked Him, you groaned in pleasure and you touched the rock-hard mountain in your shorts.

“Yes, my good footslave, it’s time for you to unload your daily beta-juice all over them. Go ahead. Just remember that every drop spilt has to be fully licked and sucked up afterwards. Go on my good footboy. You deserve it, my devoted foot-sub.”

…

And with that He placed his perfect soles together, His manly arches parallel to each other, and left just the right size gap for your ‘man’hood to find its way in.

You unzipped, you inserted, you assumed the perfect position and started penetrating. With an in and out, back and forth motion which nobody ever needed to teach you, you just knew exactly how to do it from the very first time it came to it. You lived for being in between and underneath an Alpha Daddy male’s paws. Your whole life had meaning only when you were being completely controlled by superior soles.

You savoured the moment. You went into a trance with Daddy’s perfect feet surrounding your engulfed beta- 🍆. Engulfed by His perfect paws. Surrounded by His perfection.

You moaned, you felt waves of intense pleasure, ecstasy and fulfilment coursing through your entire beta body. You looked up at Daddy. Daddy looked down lovingly but also patronisingly at you. He clenched His soles around your pole and allowed you to keep f**king them intensely. He made sure His presence and dominance completely took over everything that made you, you.

You held on as long as you could but it didn’t take much for His utter perfection to leave you completely helpless to resist. Then He started with His perfect verbal mantra and it was very hard to do anything but succumb:

“Who’s Daddy’s good, little, perfect foot-slave?”

“I am, Daddy.”

“Who’s Daddy’s best, devoted, sole-obsessed beta?”

“I am, Daddy.”

“Who would do absolutely anything for Daddy’s *perfect* feet, soles, toes, arches and wrinkles?”

“Me, Daddy. Always. Me.”

“Good boy. My good, adoring foot-boy. So pathetic, so enslaved, so utterly devoted to MY perfect Daddy feet. So obey me now. And let it alllll out. Coat MY. Perfect. Arches. Drown Daddy’s manly, superior soles in your submissive, beta semen, footbeta. Do it now boy!”

💦 💦 💦 👣

“Good boy. Such a gooooood boy for Daddy’s feet. There, doesn’t that feel like the most perfect feeling ever? My perfect footslave? Everything you ever wanted or needed. And Daddy provides it for his Best Boy.”

“Yes Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I love everything about your perfect feet, Daddy.”

“Very good, my good boy. You’ve made Daddy very proud of you once again. Now clean up this mess at once.”

And with that Daddy put his airbuds back in, went back to ignoring you and left you overcome by how fulfilled you felt and overwhelmed by how much you loved everything He did to you and made you feel without even really trying.

You licked up your mess with pleasure and delight, giving His perfect soles and toes yet more of the long beta licks and bathing in sub saliva that they always deserved.

You sat back afterwards, stared at His glistening sole wrinkles and admired your work.

You felt so good, so grateful to be alive and so lucky to be perfectly ‘home’.

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…

👣 👅 👅 🍆 🍆 ⚡️ 🔥 💦 💦

“Oooonnnnnneeee.”

TOUGH DUDES — Rafael Enrique

Every time Master raises His smooth, meaty, masculine, and irresistible soles, you have no choice but to confess: You’re a successful, sorted, sane guy, but Master and His soles have total erotic control over everything you think, say and do.

From the moment you laid eyes on Him in the gym showers, you realised that He had the best confidence, power and mental and physical strength that you had ever witnessed, not to mention the sexiest feet you had ever had the fortune to observe.

The shift in the universe at that moment was undetectable to others, but undeniable within every atom of your own inner being and the subsequent update in dynamic that was established between you both was instantaneous.

He knew exactly what had happened. He saw your longing gaze and He immediately sensed that he was in the presence of the biggest, secret footbeta imaginable.

He told you to get dressed. He instructed you to take Him back to your house. He wasted no time in stripping down to only His underwear. You were stunned into silence, shocked into submission and powerless to do anything other than what He commanded.

You also undressed, the pole in your own boxer shorts, now on show, impossible to hide. He smiled. He knew He had achieved total success in owning you within milliseconds. You got down on the floor and stared up at your new FootMaster. You felt happy, you felt good, you felt completely powerless to resist. All you wanted from now on was to serve and earn the best male feet you had ever witnessed.

The past ended: The years of endless scrolling, dreaming, yearning, fantasising but always feeling unfulfilled.

The future began: A future of dedicating yourself fully to your new perfect Master and His perfect soles.

He moved in the next day and assumed the position of total Alpha male.

You looked after Him, you let Him take the reins. You prepared His meals, you did His chores, you ensured He was permanently totally at ease, and you forgot what it was like not to be living in the presence of an indestructible, Alpha FootMaster.

“Was this what other people called love?”

In return He let you worship Him every morning and every evening. You started sleeping at the foot of your bed, Him at the top, His soles firmly planted all over your face, all night long. You inhaled His scent every moment possible, both during your sleep and during your free waking hours. You licked His feet, you sucked His toes, and you massaged His perfect paws whenever you got the chance. He relaxed, He did whatever He wanted and you could do nothing but remain in a permanent state of arousal, bliss and subservience. The power He had over you felt so natural, so easy and so right.

To everyone else on the outside, it just seemed as though you had a new, handsome housemate. They guessed you two had just become new, very good friends, who spent all their free time together.

They noticed how much happier you seemed. They commended your new, better physique because you two had started going to the gym a lot more frequently. In the office, you worked even harder too, yearning to be the best version of yourself in order to provide everything necessary for your new foot Adonis.

Little did others know, what your life had actually become. Nobody else needed to know, in fact that what had come about, was everything you had silently ever dreamt of.

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…”

…

Thank you to @reymagyar1 and @black4white-deactivated20170403 for the original post images

Newspaper Reading Time has become a very special moment to start the day off between you and your Daddy-FootMaster-Husband.

You wake up at 7am sharp and go straight to the local newsagent’s where you pick up His favourite broadsheet together with a small bottle of fresh, semi-skimmed milk. You waste no time, pay, and hurry back to ensure His day starts off just as He likes it to.

You go straight to the kitchen, boil the kettle, and pour the water and milk into the cup to make His coffee, just the way He requires and deserves. As you take it into the living room and lay out His paper ready, He comes down the stairs, sits in His favourite armchair, removes His masculine dressing-gown, and kicks off His favourite moccasins. He assumes His position. You imagine Him as a mighty King on His rightful throne.

As He flicks through the headlines and starts sipping his morning brew, you are already kneeling down on the other side of the coffee table, salivating in front of His phenomenal soles, waiting patiently.

As He turns the first few pages, you listen for Him to give you His next commands.

Usually, by the time He gets to page 3 or 4, He is ready to let you start diving in. Today was no exception.

“You’ve got until the end of this section to give My soles the best wake-up, foot massage possible, footslave.” He barks.

You willingly obey. You embrace every inch with your trembling hands. As you rub them, caress them, stroke them in the most fitting way you possibly can, your flagpole awakens and instinctively goes into half-mast almost automatically and instantaneously. You feel alive!

“Good start, slave, now for the Commentaries’ section which means 10 minutes or so of licking and sucking for you, My lucky foot-boy.

…

Wow, someone’s really digging right in and enjoying himself this fine Saturday morning, aren’t they, foot-beta?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”

“Your welcome, my best boy.” He replies, reaching down to pat your head. You quiver at His touch and then, again, you continue to follow His instructions to the letter.

You trace every beautiful wrinkle with your tongue. You cover His paws entirely in glistening sub-saliva. Then you move onto His plump, meaty toes. One by one, you suck, inhale, and exhale. Then slide down in between. No part is left unbathed. He smiles and carries on taking in the daily articles. He barely looks down but He doesn’t have to. You always know when you’re doing everything just as He likes, requires and wholeheartedly deserves for having the most amazing feet and soles that you have ever laid your foot-obsessed eyes on. This was what heaven felt like.

Your 🦴 was now fully in salute, aching, embracing every moment of your worshipful bliss.

You couldn’t wait to be invited to reach the culmination of this morning’s daily event.

“Oh yes, My best foot-slave, you’re doing such a good job. As you always do. You make Daddy’s feet feel so good. I’m onto the sporting results now, footboy. We all know what that means.” He lowered the paper for a second and gave you a sexy grin from His oh-so-handsome, silver fox face. As He brought the paper back up in front of His eyes, He also moved His soles so that they were together. His incredibly high sole arches made the best hole imaginable. Your 🦴 was leaking.

“Go ahead my best foot-soldier,” he says, “you’ve earnt it.”

And with that, you don’t need to hesitate. You release your 🍆 from your jogging shorts. You manoeuvre yourself just to the place and angle you need to be in. And you begin to thrust. Daddy’s going to get to the last page very soon, so you know you don’t have very long. Your 🦴 is aching with pleasure as it brushes past all His perfect wrinkles, still wet with your spit from moments ago. Waves of ecstasy course through you. You go harder and faster. Nothing in the world could stop you.

He puts His paper to one side. He starts His famous countdown. This was your absolute favourite moment of the whole day.

“10…9…8…keep going strong My dear footboy…7…6…5…I can see just how much you love My perfect Daddy paws, you lucky, lucky boy…4…nearly there…”

You try to hold on. You know Daddy only likes you to release on zero. Will you make it? It was so hard!

“3…hold it My boy, be patient…”

You wanted to please Daddy. You wanted to be His best footboy so badly.

“2…”

Damn. 🌋 eruption. You didn’t quite make it. 💦

“Uh oh…” Daddy said, with a wry smile.

You were just coming down from your best high possible. You looked up at Him. He was still smiling but He raised His eyebrows in a way only He knew how to do. You knew exactly what that meant.

“Oh dear, my best foot-slave couldn’t quite hold on today. Could he?”

“No Daddy, I’m so sorry. I just can’t help it. Your feet, Your soles, Your energy…everything is just too perfect.”

“I know, boy, I know. It’s okay. Come here.” He said gently but with a hint of sternness. He reached out His arms to give you a cuddle. You nestled into His chest and sighed.

“Let’s see,” He continued, as He stroked your hair and consoled you, “clean me up well, and that might just soften the punishment that your best Foot-Daddy is going to have to administer to you. Can’t say I’m nothing but very generous with you. Can you?”

“No Daddy, absolutely. Thank you so much. I love worshipping You and Your perfect feet so very much.”

“I know boy, I know.”

He finished caressing you and guided your mouth down to His crotch area. You knew what you had to do. As you licked up your mess, your 🦴 started getting semi-hard again. You didn’t look up but you knew that was probably already giving Daddy food for thought again. You winced a little.

Once you stopped vacuuming up every last drop, Daddy moved your head to the side and got up.

“Oh my dear footboy. Daddy’s been treated well. You’re a good boy. Aren’t you?”

“Yes Daddy. I hope so, Daddy.”

“You are, my dear footslave, you are.”

As He spoke these words He moved himself over to the side-cabinet, and reached into the drawer you were dreading He would.

“Daddy’s feeling very generous today, despite that slight premature leakage. So as you only made it to 2, that means just 2 days of being locked away. That’s certainly very fair of Me. Yes, My boy?”

You solemnly agreed, despairing at the lack of self-control Daddy’s feet inspired within you. You were only human. You couldn’t help it. But you winced inside at the idea of 2 days without release. Damn!

“Good boy. You need Daddy’s guiding hand as well as Daddy’s perfect feet. You’ll be the ultimate best foot-slave. Daddy’s determined about that! Now go get yourself cleaned up. I’ll be here waiting. Okay, boy?”

“Yes Daddy, absolutely Daddy.” You replied, stilling mentally telling yourself off but you knew Daddy was the last man anyone could dream of arguing with. In fact it turned you on even more to know He was a proper Master and He knew exactly what He wanted. His high expectations did bring out the best in you. So you could do nothing more than agree.

“That’s my best boy. I’m so proud of you.” He replied, patting your head again and waving the chastity belt in your face. “Daddy has your best interest at heart. Daddy knows what’s good for you. Doesn’t He?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you so much, Daddy. You do. I’m so very grateful to have a FootDaddy such as you. I know, I really am.”

“Very good, footslave, very good. Now off you go. Shower-time. I’ll be here. Ready?”

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Sidenote: Every now and then you come across the epitome of everything you love in a man’s soles. These ones are particularly perfect - with just the right balance of wrinkles, meaty, manliness, plump toes, so very worshippable in so many ways! If anyone knows who this is or where it’s from, please let me know. 😊

Hope you enjoyed this longer than usual excerpt! Got a bit carried away, inspired by such beauty! 😄

You read, i play😉

“Hey, little guy. Look, it’s time for us to have a talk…

Coach caught you off-guard as you finished up on the weightlifting bench. He had been eyeing you oddly ever since you had set foot in the gym that day. Three weeks since you and your friend had started coming, after the recommendation of his massage therapist. You didn’t know this guy but you had seen him around and he had a perfect, muscly, stacked body from head to toe. So it felt completely natural to follow his footsteps and see what happened.

You expected the coach to say something about your reps. Maybe you hadn’t been pushing yourself as much as he thought you should? So you listened to him speak. He started:

“Ever since you and your friend started coming to My gym, I’ve noticed that you just can’t stop staring at My feet…

Oh shit. That’s not what you expected him to say at all. It’s true that you found him irresistibly sexy, and that something about his energy had made you unable to look away from his 🐾. Being a big, male, foot-fetishist was your biggest secret, after all. But you thought you did a good job of hiding it in general. Had you just been unmasked for the first time ever?!?

He continued:

“At first I figured you were just a bit shy and all considering you kept looking down at the ground. Maybe My big muscles and Alpha attitude made you feel, like, inferior. That wouldn’t be so unusual. Plenty of guys find it hard to look Me in the eyes when they first meet Me. But you, nah, you’re not that way inclined, are you?

You found yourself yearning to reply no, but what came out was actually: “No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

He ignored your apology as if it was normal to him. He continued:

“You come, you both follow my training schedule, you’re both losing weight fast and developing good tone, but something strange keeps happening…

“So what is it? Have you got some big, gay crush on MY FEET? C’mon, say something. This is all just getting a bit too hard to ignore. I mean, My feet are perfect, right? Every part of Me is just so masculine. It makes sense.

Suddenly, He pulled out an action figure from His shorts pocket. And He went to sit down on the weightlifting bench that you had just been on, in front of you both. He lifted His feet from the ground, and put this little figure in between His soles! You couldn’t believe what was happening. Had He planned this to the last detail?

He continued saying:

“Look at this little action figure, struggling between My meaty soles. Do you wish that was you, or something?

“I knew I had to grab your attention in some way. Well here it is. Do you crave to be crushed under My virile power? Are you going to beg to be My footslave? You may as well just come out and say it. Somehow I think you’re destined to be My new beta-footlicker. What do you think?

With the surprise of the situation, His undeniable candour, and His own way of speaking so affirmatively, your d**k started reacting in a very unexpected way…

He looked at the effect He, His feet, and His proposal was having on you, and He wasted no time in declaring:

“I can see the effect the idea is having on you. Wow that’s crazy. It’s making you so hard, so aroused. Well there’s no point in denying it further. Get on your knees and beg to My new foot-freak. Go on. We could make this interesting for the both of us. Haha look your friend can see you drooling. How pathetic you must truly feel.

“Let’s go..

With that your new Alpha Coach Foot-Master clicked His fingers and pointed. You moved fast, you lay down on the floor, you stuck your tongue out and you coated His magnificent soles in your beta saliva. Big, long, strong licks, covering every inch of the skin on the underside of His feet. As you did so, you felt incredibly alive. You forgot the unexpectedness and weirdness of Him doing this in the gym, in front of your friend and everyone else around. You could only focus on the fact that you felt like you were in total bliss. Master’s feet engulfed your face. They were controlling you. They made you feel so good. Why had you fought this for so damn long? You were a little male foot-fetishist, you always had been, and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. The nights you spent jerking off over foot porn, over and over again, followed by shutting down the laptop and carrying on as if nothing had happened. It was damn time you finally got what you knew you truly craved, desired, and needed!

Thinking about your friend watching and discovering your dirty, little secret should have petrified you. But in fact it sent even more waves of joy and pleasure coursing through your veins, your whole body, and your overridden mind.

Before you knew what you were doing, you’d frantically pulled down your shorts, revealing your 🦴 which was in full, uncontrollable salute. Your new Master manoeuvred Himself slightly, leaving one of His mighty soles covering your pathetic beta face. While the other stomped down on your 🍆 area. He was now in contact with your hard, aroused pole. And it felt electric! ⚡️ It didn’t take much for Him to give you a few gentle rubs, and you could hold on no more. You convulsed, you shivered in ecstasy, and you 💦 right there, on the gym floor, in plain sight of your friend and the other guys on the machines. You were from now on a truly outed foot-sub, galore. Master saw through all your pretence and just gave you the sensation of a lifetime…And it felt so right! You moaned as you 💦 some more. You sighed. You breathed fast. And then you felt totally complete.

Master handed you a towel and told you to get cleaned up. Then He said that He wished to have a private chat with you in His office. He was suddenly a lot more matter-of-fact, whereas before He had been a little bit coy when He seduced you with His action-man foot scenario.

You washed away your beta-semen, pulled up your shorts and shifted to get up to follow Him.

As you did, you wondered if the last 15 minutes had been a weird, lovely dream. They hadn’t.

He extended His hand to help you stand. It was as if He was sending a message to everyone around Him who may well be in complete shock at what they had just seen taking place. Your Alpha-Coach-Master was clearly signalling that nobody was to react or find what had just happened at all strange. He was so domineering. So powerful. Nobody seemed to question anything, all because He was who He was. He ran this gym. His clients were all under His powerful influence, clearly.

You could do nothing but bathe in His Alpha glory as He led you into the back. You felt safe and you felt protected. Like He was putting a magic bubble around you, making sure His new little footslave was at ease and ready to embrace his future. You honestly felt like you were floating on air. You were nervous as to what He was going to suggest next. You trembled with suspense and delight. You knew your life had changed irreversibly and forever. You gave a huge grin, and you felt a kind of peace and serenity that you had never experienced even one time before. You knew this was the way it was supposed to be. And you were getting hard again to boot.

What a lucky little footbeta you truly were!

Last month, you listed your spare room in the classifieds. You needed the extra money, because you were saving up for a new car.

You chose to put the ad on a new gay website that your friend had told you about. Who knew? Maybe the man of your dreams would be just around the corner? It was worth a try.

You chose your best picture and put as many key details as you could think of. Good job, good neighbourhood, friendly, sane, sorted, pretty normal guy seeks a reliable lodger. What more could a sensible person looking want?

The guy who responded first was too young, fresh out of college, on a temporary job contract, too unsure of his future prospects. The second was too unfriendly - impolite, no manners, demanding lots of unnecessary information…no; something just didn’t appeal straight away. Then as soon as Number 3 came through, you just knew it had to be Him. His job was just listed as ‘freelance’, but that could mean anything, right? His message was pitched just right, the rest of His profile was too; His tone exuded confidence, without being over-arrogant…and okay…His pictures were nothing short of perfect. He had a stocky build, a devilishly handsome face, and His eyes were captivatingly charming.

You wasted no time, quickly responding, being sure to impress on Him that He seemed ideal. He seemed happy with the reply, and very interested, so you and He arranged for Him to come for a viewing the next day.

You spent the best part of that Saturday cleaning the floors and surfaces, tidying up the general clutter, making the place look the best it possibly could. Then you moved onto yourself, taking a long, hot shower, using your special soap and shampoo, finishing off with a shave, followed by generous sprays of your favourite cologne. You dressed smart-casually. An expensive black polo shirt, coupled with smart but tight-fitting grey chinos. You were ready…

The doorbell rang, and He announced His arrival. His voice was deep, sexy, and undeniably powerful. You buzzed Him in and told Him to come to your floor. You felt nervous but excited. You felt inside that something about this moment was just right.

He knocked, and you ran to the door to open it. “Don’t be too keen. Don’t come across as too needy,” you thought, so you took a deep breath and relaxed just a little. And there He was.

Not too tall, not too short. Button-down, short-sleeved shirt, open just enough to get a good eyeful of the top of His pecs which were encased and bulging out of the well-fitting check material. His biceps filled out the sleeves, and His jeans similarly left little to the imagination! You were noticeably taken aback by this Adonis waiting to walk into your apartment, but tried to remain cool. He didn’t smile but wasn’t unfriendly. He shook your hand, firm grip, decent posture. You introduced yourselves. You signalled for Him to come in and He already said that He really liked the area and that His first impression of your tastefully decorated entrance and living room was exactly His taste too.

You gave Him a tour, explaining this and that. He made the right noises, complimenting your choice in kitchen cabinets, His future mattress, and the stainless-steel rain-shower in His bathroom, to name just a few.

Once His tour was complete, He said He definitely wanted to proceed. You were undeniably delighted, a big smile across your face. You invited Him to take a seat on the sofa, suggesting you could talk a while to get to know each other better, and you offered Him a drink in the process. He gladly accepted and moved over to sit down.

You went over to the kitchen and opened up the fridge. “Beer, wine, or something stronger?” You asked without turning around…“Beer” he replied, no ‘please’, yet not coming across as rude.

You shrugged as you grabbed two and went to the drawer to fetch the bottle-opener. You removed the caps, and turned around…

Whilst you had been busy, He had certainly made Himself at home! His shirt was off and He motioned for you to come over.

Startled, you hesitated slightly. An innocent viewing had suddenly turned into something very different! It had been a long time since a topless hunk had been between these four walls, and such a handsome one, probably never! You took a breath, recomposed yourself, and decided to go with the flow.

You walked back over to the couch, trying your best to keep your calm. You held out His beer, He took it, and you went to sit down on the armchair with yours. As you tried to go over to it, He took you completely by surprise:

“No, listen, I think your place is quite clearly on the floor from now on.”

“What the f**k?” You thought. “What the hell was this muscled stranger on about?”

“Umm…what exactly do you mean?” You replied, trying to sound confident, at the same time also conveying your shock. You presumed He was leading to asking you to give Him head. It was a little bit forward and unexpected. No. You were right to seem surprised.

“What do you mean, Sir?” He replied, a new air of authority enhancing His gruff voice and attitude. “Say it back…”

You looked at Him, perplexed and puzzled. He remained unfazed.

“Repeat after Me. What…do you mean…Sir?” He repeated.

“Was this guy for real?” You asked yourself. It didn’t make any sense. Should you follow His orders? This was far from any male-on-male encounter you had ever known or experienced from hereon in!

He reacted quickly to your lack of understanding: “Disappointing.” He added a look of displeasure covering His face. His eyes looked angry for the first time, and His body language seemed very different all of a sudden.

You decided to ignore the last bizarre few minutes and went to sit in the armchair, as you had intended. You looked at Him, wondering if you had let a perfect psycho into your place, and therefore into your life.

The atmosphere became very awkward. He sat there topless, not saying or doing anything, let alone taking a sip of His beer. His anger had turned into a complete lack of emotion. But damn, He was still so sexy. You felt an urge to break the ice. You spoke:

“Look, I’m sorry. I have no idea what just happened. It makes no sense!”

“You said to have a drink and get to know each other. Well, living with Me, I wanted to give you an idea of how it would be. I’m not kidding around. Don’t you like what you see?”

“Hell yeah. You’re so damn hot. Your body’s fire! And you seem like a great person to boot. I was so happy when you answered my ad and that you seemed to have loved the place. It’s just the last few minutes have been very strange. I have no idea what you mean or want exactly…”

“No, of course you don’t. I went a bit too fast, I apologise. Let’s just carry on with that conversation, for now. Take your shirt off too though. I want to see my new landlord in all his glory, okay?”

That sounded a lot more reasonable. Without questioning it further, you followed His suggestion. It did feel so good to be getting intimate with Him. There was undeniable chemistry, despite the strange moment which now seemed to have passed.

“You’re right, that feels better.” You said, sipping your beer and trying to reinsert a relaxed feeling in the room.

“You’re right, that feels better, Sir.” He replied. “Say it back.”

As he uttered these sentences, He looked directly into your eyes. His were so deep, so mesmerising, you forgot what was going on nearly entirely. It was rare for you to abandon control of yourself, but the authoritative tone, coupled with His Alpha physique, and His arresting gaze, and the effect of the alcohol, all meshed into one and a tangible shift occurred. You could feel it, and you really believed that He did too. Suddenly He softened again, and it was like a weight had lifted. You found yourself saying, much to your disbelief:

“You’re right, that feels better, Sir.”

As soon as the words left your lips, you were dumbstruck. “Seriously, what the F had just happened?” You panicked. He, on the other hand, suddenly had such a handsome grin across His face. As if He had orchestrated the whole damn affair and was taking pure delight in your confusion, followed by your (Freudian?) slip.

“Very, very good.” He exclaimed. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it, boy?”

“Boy?!?” Your mind was lost, listening, but not believing. Had you let a deranged lunatic into your home? What was happening? Trying to fight was met with a weird yet comforting desire to let go. This man didn’t seem like a classic manipulator, nor an evil person. He just seemed to know exactly what He was doing, thinking, and saying.

He looked on as you said nothing and tried to process everything that was happening. He still seemed unfazed. No, in fact, He seemed completely at ease, or even ‘at home’, if you will.

“That’s good, boy. Sir will take care of everything from now on.” He launched in. He clearly felt that His entire grip on the situation was, from now on, in full effect. You felt confused, but not scared, and also unable to do anything but keep listening.

You found yourself nodding, still unaware of what exactly your mind and body was thinking and doing, but equally unable to stop.

“Very, very good, boy. It really is time for you to get on the floor, now.” And with that, He clicked His fingers and pointed at the bit of carpet in front of Him.

It kept on being a blur, but your ability to analyse the craziness of the situation had well and truly been erased, temporarily or otherwise. Before you knew anything else, you got back up from your chair.

“Master is very pleased.“ He continued. “You’ve made the right choice. Good boy.”

When he uttered the words ‘Good boy’ something tingled down your spine. Nobody had ever really shown you such downright praise, in such a pure and frank way. He saw the effect it had on you, and He smiled.

“Come here, boy. Get on your knees.” And you did. “Yes, that’s it. On your knees in front of Me. And look at Me. Look at My Alpha face. Look at My Alpha body. You’re a real catch. But from the moment I read your message, to the moment I walked into the apartment, I just knew, through and through beta energy if ever I saw it. There’s chemistry between us, undeniably. There’s something special. But I am telling you, you’re destined to be with Me, at My feet, and as My sub. Tell me, is this making any sense, boy?”

As He pronounced His words, His gaze bore deeply within you. His eyes drove into yours. His energy transferring from Him to you. The shift in dynamic kept intensifying, and intensifying, and something inside you felt helpless to do more than listen, follow His direction, and agree. So you nodded.

“Yes, Sir. Yes, Master. Yes, Alpha.”

“Wow! You have picked that up tremendously fast, my boy. You knew just what to say without me even telling you any more. I’m so happy right now. You are going to make Me, no, you’re going to make Us, very proud. I just know it. We’re about to enter a relationship that you have probably never experienced before, so I am going to need you to trust me. Can you do that, My good boy?”

“I hope so, Boss. I really do.” You replied. Never in a million years would you have believed that you would be there, in that situation, in your own apartment, agreeing to go forward with a M/s relationship with a near-stranger, centering around such a type of kink that had never even come across your radar before. But here You both were, and here it looked like you were staying.

“Good boy,” He said, patting you on the head. “I promise I will take care of you, and treat you right. Better than anyone else has before Me. This can go really well, if you just do what I say, don’t question, and let yourself go so you can enjoy the ride. Can you do that for me, boy?”

Instead of replying, you just let out a sort of ‘Mmmm’ sound, it felt so nice to let go to this perfect Man, with His perfect energy, and you found yourself nestling into His legs, from down there on the floor, as you did so. It sounds strange but nothing unusual felt like it was occurring within you. In fact, it already felt so normal.

“That’s My good boy. Now go get Master the rest of the pack of beers. Then you can settle down as My footstool while I turn on the TV and relax in My new place. How’s that sound?” As He said these suggestions, He kept stroking you as one would a puppy. He seemed genuinely like a caring Man about the place who knew just what needed to be done. It felt unnatural to do or say anything other than agreeing. So off you went, extracting the rest of the pack from the fridge…

By the time you got back to the sofa again, He had removed the rest of His clothes, all except His underwear. He demanded that you place the beers next time and strip down as well, He would stay in boxers for now, but you would be naked, though you could keep your shoes. With the way this evening had been going, you chose to keep obeying Him, and did so right away.

“Good, obedient houseboy.” He said, more gruffly than ever. “You’re already exactly what I had in mind for you. That really didn’t take long. And that really makes this Alpha Master Boss so happy. All that’s left to do, is to get down on all fours and show Me how much you really are capable of becoming My footstool. I promise you’ll love it. Have I been wrong so far tonight, boy?”

“No Master, no Sir. You certainly haven’t. Thank you for being in Your new home. Thank you for opening my eyes up to new possibilities. I don’t know what’s happening, but all I want to do is obey You.”

“Good boy. I promise that’s exactly as nature intended it. Sometimes Alphas like Me just know when a beta crosses Their path. And with you, I could tell instantly. Anyway, enough talking for now. You’re going to be My little footstool. And objects don’t talk. Haha!” With His chuckle, He lifted His big, manly feet into the air, and was clearly waiting for you to get underneath them.

Without further ado, you got on all fours. From the moment you were down there, underneath Him, something inside felt like it completed you. And from the moment His feet made contact with your back, everything just felt so right. It was incredible to think just how quickly this evening had developed, and just how quickly you had melted into His Alpha gaze. But it just didn’t feel necessary to question anything at all from then on.

What’s more, this decision was doing more than just making you feel comfortable. In fact, it was making you feel so very damn aroused. Before you knew any more, your c**k was growing into a semi. Was your new Master aware? It was pretty hard to hide, given that you were naked in front of Him!

He surely must have been aware because He started rubbing His feet up and down your back. The more friction that took place, the harder your 🍆 became. He still wasn’t talking, instead He kept looking at the TV screen. But He knew what He was doing.

You were there as a human pouffe, so just as He said, you knew better than to say or do anything. You wondered how long He would keep you there, getting harder and harder. You decided to dare a look up at Him. Then you saw that He was just as hard as you were, albeit encased in His tight briefs. And what’s more He was touching Himself. He, the Alpha, was enjoying the special first moment of bonding as much as you, the beta, were also unexpectedly doing so!

He looked down and saw that you were looking at Him. He tutted a bit: “Naughty foot-stool, looking up at Me. You should already know that’s not allowed. My good object boy, already being bad. This won’t do!”

With that He instructed you to roll over so you were on your back. Now you really were scared, and regretted deeply giving into your urge to see what He was doing. However He seemed unfazed still. He was also still touching Himself, as He swigged the last drop of beer from Him bottle. He placed it on the table and proceeded:

“This is what happens when My beta footstool looks at me without asking.”

Now, with you on your back, He placed His big soles over your face. The feeling was utterly sensational. It was one thing having His Alpha paws resting on you. Now here they were, engulfing your face. You breathed in, you smelt His odour. You breathed out, your d**k ached with excitement.

“Look at just how much My beta footboy loves Master’s feet in His beta-face. Sir knew the effect this would have, immediately!” He said, also sounding more intense. Before you knew what was happening, He pulled off His underwear and stood up to tower above you. His erect p*n*s was enormous, Alpha through and through. It was a decent length, but also so girthy. A perfect Master c**k. Full stop!

He kept on jerking and kept pushing His soles into your face. He said he could see how very dearly you loved feeling so small down there beneath Him. He said it turned Him on greatly too. A good Alpha knows just how to make a good beta feel so electric. Having said that, you had just been a bad one, so what was about to happen?

In fact He started a countdown. He said He was getting close and told you to speed up, or else. You once again obeyed. It would have been madness to do anything but. Were you about to orgasm under His feet? With His Alpha soles on your face? Was that His idea of punishment?

10…9…so very hard, Master too…hard to hold on…but you knew you had to.

8…7…being Alpha’s beta was so f**ing good. Wow. What a crazy night.

6…5…Master pumped hard, so did you, the blood was rushing, there was no turning back.

4…3…Master groaned, you moaned, shouted you couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Hold it, foot-beta foot-stool. You must.”

2…I’m trying Alpha, trying so hard…

And then as He uttered “1”, He swivelled His left foot over to your crotch area. He stomped down onto your 🦴 hard, kicking away your hands. He then swivelled His right foot around too so that His c**k was hovering over yours.

The whole thing happened so fast that you had no time to keep up at all. And you were so on the edge that you also didn’t even really care too. You forgot that you were still supposedly being ‘punished’ and just let whatever needed to happen, happen.

As He then shouted “0” He exploded. His Alpha seed went all over your crotch. It was warm, it was runny, it was such an amazing feeling to have His seed go over you. And pretty symbolic that it was over your ‘man’hood.

However, just at the same time as He came, His left foot that was on your p*n*s pushed down immensely hard. You were ready to explode simultaneously with Him, but the force stopped you from doing so. The orgasm you were expecting to experience simply got quashed from riding up. You still came on His left sole, but the pleasure alongside the ejaculatory bliss was stopped from happening, by Him, deliberately. Once or twice you had stumbled across ‘ruined orgasm’ on a porn site, but thought it was just for select kinky oddballs. Haha, clearly not, as one had just been enforced on you!

He laughed as He saw the confusion on your face, turning into realisation.

“And that’s what you get for being a bad foot-stool, my beta landlord footstool!”

Wow, He was actually pretty sadistic alongside having mad designs on His sexual scenarios. But you didn’t care. You had fallen for Him, and you told Him so. You apologised for looking at Him without permission and promised you would ask Sir correctly from now on.

Pleased with your response, and clearly happy with the way everything had gone that evening, He instructed you to clean up His sole as He manoeuvred Himself to dangle it over your mouth.

You were a bit horrified for a millisecond. Prior to tonight, anything non-vanilla would have been a total ‘no go’ for you. But hey, tonight had been so unexpected and crazy, yet so enjoyable, so you said, “Yes, Sir. Absolutely, Alpha.” And proceeded to lick your beta juice off His meaty paw. He said in His gruff tone that you were back to being a good boy again. He stroked your hair, and your chest, and made you feel safe as you licked away.

Waves of pleasure came over you for a second time as you stepped further into being His footstool, and clearly now His foot-licking cleaner too. The surges grew more frequent and powerful. He grabbed your 🍆 and started jerking it vigorously. The arousal level was now totally insane. He knew exactly How to touch you and how to complement His dominant foot position with the expertise of a milking legend. And before you knew where you were, He had started a second countdown. This time just from 5.

Before He even got to 2, your d**k came again, His sole in your mouth, His hands stroking you as His new property. He seemed to take delight in controlling you as His own. And you were helpless to do anything but be His ragdoll or puppet.

His sole was soaked with your saliva, His hand was coated in j*zz. You were both covered in sweat, and you lay there for a moment with Him sitting above you, looking down and on at you. You almost could have called the way He looked at you ‘loving’.

“Right, let’s go and get cleaned up, shall we?” He proclaimed suddenly. Clearly the fun-time was up for now. He decided. You didn’t feel any desire to object.

“Come here now, object. Wash your Master while He gets under the showerhead. As a special treat for the first night, you can sponge yourself with the same sponge and water coming from me after each time you sponge me off. Deal, boy?”

“Oh wow, yes, thank you so much. After what just happened and now this. I feel so damn lucky and happy.”

“As you should, My good boy, as you should.” He replied.

…4 weeks later…

In every room in the house, and during every part of the daily routine you Two developed together, you effectively became His butler, His servant, His footslave in waiting, all the while remaining His willing human furniture too, of course.

It should have been so humiliating, being objectified, owned, and subjugated by your new Alpha owner in every way buf in fact it led to a feeling of such comfort, such safety, such a sanctuary, as if it always was the only place nature had intended for you, a beta, to be.

Comfort and arousal quickly became hand in hand. So comfortable under Alpha’s feet. So damn turned on. Every evening, once He was on the sofa, and you were at His feet, you got so excited and so achingly rock-hard. Your anticipation time dwindled fast. And your 🦴 started prem ejing simply at the mere contact between His soles and your skin.

That’s why He decided to introduce the new chastity rule. You, His beta, shouldn’t be freely erect, freely enjoying yourself, freely being your new, unadulterated self, quite so readily.

He demanded that you become His locked foot-slave. Said He knew exactly what was best for you. And He had been nothing but right so far. So you willingly agreed.

An extra layer to your already completely asymmetrical relationship was added. And lo and behold, He was right on the nail.

So there you were, on the floor, having given up all control of your place to this alleged stranger. You had done so willingly. From the moment you brought Him His beer, everything had changed. You lay there on all fours, considering the last four weeks, you wondered how exactly He had known exactly everything you had secretly craved and desired. And that was it. You loved your new life! No more need to question. No more need to do anything except obey and serve.

From the moment He awoke, you made Him coffee, toast and eggs. You both took a shower together. He waited for you to sponge His godly physique. You washed with the His dirty water. You went to work, He lounged around and then went to the gym when He chose. You came home, He was there waiting for you to get in. His legs were out stretched. You got on the floor. You felt doubly at home within and without. It had all developed so fast, since that initial viewing. Your life changed forever, at that point from thereon in.

Now He controlled everything, He called the shots. Your 🦴 depended on His feet. The M/s relationship was well and truly cemented, and you could do nothing but go further down the rabbit hole. When He chose, you could get unlocked. When He choose you could jerk off all over His feet again, just to lick every last drop up again afterwards. But otherwise, it was all about His pleasure, His ease, making His life better.

Your productivity at work soared, you got promoted and were able to buy that new car. The only difference was that it wasn’t actually for you any more. Nothing was. Your Alpha Master Boss took the driving seat, quite literally, and quite figuratively. And you enjoyed the fruits of your labour in the form of His fulfilment. Some might call it strange, others, even bullying. But this domination, this power exchange, and this surrendering of your own self was all totally different. You were living out a fantasy that you never knew you wanted. You were realising a dream that you never imagined existed. It was crazy, it was incredible, and it was so very real.

At the end of the day, you had never experienced pleasure like that of living to serve your Alpha Male. His body, His mind, His presence. Everything about Him made you feel special, blessed, and so turned on.

Being at His feet, as His footstool, waiting for your next turn to be unlocked. This was a new level of joy, comfort, safety, and bliss. And when you did come, oh my, did you come! The eruption of beta juice cemented everything just as it was supposed to be in place. It signified true ecstasy.

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…