For an entire week, Josh and his feet became all you could think about, while you’re at work, while you’re at home, while you’re eating. Your entire week became you waiting for the next time you could see him.

He didn’t tell you when to come back again but you went after just 3 days, hoping you’d see him, and you were in luck, cuz at the front office they told you he was in.

You found him sitting by the basketball court, on the phone with his headphones, like before he had one show off.

You didn’t wanna interrupt and you could tell he saw you, so you waved and waited for him, he was on the phone for over 30 minutes with you standing awkwardly and stealing glances at his bare foot.

When he was done he got up and you went over to him, before you could say anything he said “I already played a round today so I’m not gonna play again”

“Oh….okay, I guess I’ll just play aro-“

He cut you off, and you know when he’s speaking to shut up and nod “did you drive here” he asked and when you said yeah he just started walking and you followed, when you got to the parking lot, you led him to your car, and you opened the passenger door for him, you knew your role without him having to even explain it.

“Okay first you’re gonna drive to McDonald’s, I’m starving” he instructed.

As you were driving he stripped his shoe and sock off and put his foot up, you couldn’t help stealing glances “now don’t get too distracted fag” he said while smirking at you.

You got him his food and watched him eat while you had nothing, something about just getting to be near him made you horny, serving him made you extremely horny.

After he was done he gave you an address to a soccer field, saying he had a game.

When you got there and he got out of the car, he turned back to you and said “now don’t fucking go anywhere and don’t leave your car, got it?”

“Yes sir” you responded while nodding.

You had a good view from the car, and watched him play for a full hour and a half, just sitting in your car with a boner.

After they were done and the players started leaving, you noticed Josh was sitting on the ground with a few other players around. You saw him raise his hand and wave you over while sitting on the ground.

You jumped out of your car and rushed over, excited to be near him again.

As you got there no one addressed you, and you didn’t address anyone either. All you saw was Josh take his shoes, and you just stood there until you headed him say “what do you think you’re here for? My feet are killing me, start rubbing” you heard all his friends laugh and snicker while they looked at you waiting to see what you were gonna do, and you got down on the ground, put your hands on his big sweaty socks and started rubbing.

He looked at his friends “see I fucking told you he’d do it” before he busted out laughing.

You did what you could do, which was to keep rubbing his feet, you rubbed his feet for 15 minutes while they all joked and spoke with each other like you weren’t even there.

When you got to your country club, and they told you Josh was gonna be your caddie today while you play golf you were disappointed. Everyone complained about him being rude, young and generally bad at his job.

You saw 2 caddies by the golf cart, in a weird position, both with one shoe off taking a picture with a phone on the ground.

You couldn’t help thinking to yourself both were quite handsome as you approached them.

“Hey guys, hate to interrupt but I think one of you is Josh, you’re supposed to he-“ the one standing up didn’t even let you finish, turning around and grabbing the bag from the back with your golf clubs in them “yeah that’s me, pass me my phone will you?” He said before turning around.

You already understood what everyone was talking about, the game didn’t even start and he was asking you to do something? He’s supposed to be your assistant. Irritated but not wanting to make a big deal you pick it up of the ground and pass it to him, he starts looking at his phone right away and walking, without addressing you, and you follow him.

“I wanna start on hole 6 today” you say as you’re catching up to him

“6? No that one sucks, well start at 4” he said, while he kept walking to the starting spot for hole 4.

He was rude and arrogant but something about him was still charming, you couldn’t help but find him charming.

After your first swing he laughed pretty obnoxiously, when you looked back at him he said “with that weak ass swing at least I won’t have to go far today” he said while heading in the direction of the ball, before you hit your second swing, you give in to your curiosity.

“So that position you boys in was interesting, can I ask what you guys were-“

Without looking up from his phone and without you finishing he says “that’s not your fucking business” in a stern tone.

“Im sorry I didn’t mean to pr-“

“Just hit the ball already” he said.

The whole time you were there he kept spitting on the ground, sometimes pretty close to where you were standing, but you could tell he’s not the type to like to be bothered so you didn’t say anything.

On your next shot you hit the ball out of bound, which again irritated him, as he headed to get it.

When he got back he had one shoe off, it was a very odd scene, you didn’t realize what was happening till he sat on the ground and stretched his foot out.

With the ball in his toe he said “where do you wanna hit it from” he said with a grin on his face.

You didn’t know what to think, did he somehow know you had a fetish for feet? Was it because you asked about the picture? You didn’t know what to do except go to his feet and pick your ball up, as you crouched down to get, without touching you, he quickly got back up, with the confusion and fear of his foot hitting you fell on your back, he know was standing and you were on the ground. He kept his foot in the air, right above for your head for just about 5 seconds, before looking down at your crotch and laughing “I fucking knew what you are”

“I don’t know what you mean, this is not…..” you couldn’t come up with anything to defend yourself, you knew your boner exposed you.

Instead of you finishing the game he ended up playing the rest of the hits, with you carrying the bag and handing the clubs he requested.

After he finished his last hit, he told you to follow him, and took you to a spot with no one around, he sat on elevated pavement and pointed at the ground slightly beneath him for you to sit, you obeyed.

“take your phone out” he said as he was stripping his shoe off again, and extending his foot in your direction “take a picture” he instructed you, which you did. The most beautiful picture you’ve ever taken, of Josh’s hot feet. He let his foot linger near your face for about 15 seconds before putting his shoe back on.

“How often you golf?”

“Twice a month” you answer.

“From now on, it’ll be twice a week, and you’ll always request me at the front desk”

“Yes Sir” you said.

A grin grew on his face “don’t worry I’ll be doing most the playing but I’ll let you carry the bag for me”

“That….that would be great, thanks”

As he got up he said “and that’ll be 500$ for the photo”

“500? You have nice feet but isn’t that a bit-“ you were interrupted by his open palm hitting your face. “Give my your fucking phone” stumbling with your phone you handed it to him. That’s it he’s gonna delete the photo you think.

But that’s not what he does, he opens your Venmo and send himself 500$.

You think to yourself, it’s okay, you have the money to spend and at least now you’ll have the photo. He hands you back your phone after doing something else with it you can’t see, you open the gallery to see he did actually delete the photo and send himself the money.

“If you listen better next time you might get to keep it” he said while he already started walking away.

You heated the front door open after about 30 minutes and heard it again after an hour, assuming she had left you waited to be let back out but nothing happened for what you figured was another hour.

And then you saw your closet door opening.

“Hey, I thought she left a while ago, I was expecting you to-“

He cut you off laughing “she did, forgot you were in there faggot” leaving the closet you start getting back up until her turns and slaps you on the face “stay down there fag” he says with a grin on his face, “i like you better on your knees” you do as your told and get back on your knees, he goes to sit on the couch and puts his feet up on your table, tells you to go make him a drink, which you do and give it to him and get back on your knees.

You can’t take your eyes off his feet, with them so close to your face, after taking a sip he says “you like the view huh fag?” You start nodding right away “yes Sir, very nice view” you say.

“I’ll let you kiss them…….for 500” he says to you, and before realizing the words are leaving your mouth you respond “yes Sir, done Sir, thank you Sir” and he starts laughing while you kiss and kiss his feet over and over again. After letting you kiss his feet for a few minutes he slaps your face with the bottom of his foot and you know your time is done.

He gets up, and goes back to your bedroom, you follow him on your knees.

He gets on the bed, realizing he’s about to go to bed, you start to turn around, until you hear him say “another 500, and you can sleep on the floor here”.

Without even answering this time you just crawl over on the floor, and look up at him laying in your bed.

That’s when he throws his phone at you, you catch it and make the transfer of 1,000$ right away.

He goes to sleep pretty quickly, but you don’t sleep for a single second, you spend the entire night staring at him, staring at his feet.

Need some inspiration.

He didn’t speak to you again, but for the next three months, you followed the same routine of going to the gym everyday at the time when he’d usually be there. Some days you saw him, some days you didn’t, but every single night for three months you’d go home and masturbate thinking of him, looking at the one photo he sent you. It was always the best when you caught him flexing shirtless.

Whenever you’d see him, you knew not to speak to him, you knew you weren’t allowed. You stopped trying to hookup with guys because it became useless, you knew none would compare and you’d think of him the entire time.

When your phone lit up with a text from him, you instantly got a boner, staring at his picture for so long, you even memorized his phone number.

“You live alone?”

You have no idea why he’d ask you this, you think he might’ve texted the wrong number but you know better than to waste your chance.

“Yeah I do” you respond instantly.

“Set it up, trying to fuck this girl and roommate won’t leave, take down all pictures, and send the address”

You get up and start cleaning up as instructed instantly, all photos taken down, cleaned up the entire place, taking extra care of the bedroom and bathroom. Not an hour later he showed up.

You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have his presence in your house, you immediately get even hornier than ever before.

You opened the door and he barely looked at you, walking in.

“Nice place you got fag”

“Ugh yeah, yeah, than-“

And you felt his palm against your face immediately, it was playful but it hurt, his hand was so big.

“No talking unless you’re told faggot” you nod in agreement, you didn’t even understand what was happening, all you knew was your dick was about to explode.

He pulled out his phone and sent you a text, a list of liquor bottles, you understood, you put your shoes on and went out to get every last thing on the list.

You were nervous leaving a stranger in your house with all your belongings, but your submission to him was inexplainable, and out of your hands.

You knock on the door, afraid of just coming in and disturbing him, he lets you in, he’s shirtless now and blasting music, he connected to your sound system, and it’s already feeling like he owns the place.

“Alright so how will I make sure you don’t creep on me and my bitch?” He asks.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t, I promis-“

Your cut off and you know to shut up when he’s speaking

“Don’t you have a closet?”

“Well there’s the walk in closet in my room”

“Too close faggot” his tone getting impatient

“There’s also a closet in the kitchen but it’s quite small”

Before you even finish talking he’s walking to the kitchen, he finds the closet door and opens it.

“Quickly fag” he instructs, and you take your position, having to crouch down to fit.

He puts out his hand “phone” he says in a demanding tone.

You pull it out clumsily and hand it to him, you don’t know how but you have no choice but to obey him.

“Good boi” he says looking down on you with a handsome devilish grin on his face, giving you the middle finger.

He closes the door and you hear him lock it.

You don’t even have the space to pull your faggot dick out but you immediately start rubbing it and you cum all over your pants in less than a minute.

Your first day back at the gym seemed endless, you hated it and couldn’t wait to be over. You got a membership from your friend for your birthday and you knew it wouldn’t be fair not to use it at all, so you dragged yourself there. But your day entirely turned around the moment you saw him.

He was the most beautiful man you ever laid eyes on, young, muscular, incredibly handsome. You thought you could get away with staring because everyone else was watching him, he was lifting weights while talking to two girls at once who couldn’t stop laughing, from nerves you assume. He was remarkable. And watching his exercise was thrilling.you changed your mind about leaving after your pathetic, 25 minute run and stayed the whole time he was there, switching machines to always have him in your line of sight, while trying not to be too obvious. At one point you’re lucky enough to see him even take his shirt off

That entire week you had gone back at the exact same time and on your lucky days you saw him, on your less lucky days you’d spend three hours, half pretending to work out while you wait for him to show up before having to leave.

After about 3 months of watching him, you became obsessed, couldn’t stop thinking about him, couldn’t stop watching him, admiring him. You saw him helping a young girl, or at least pretending to help, he was clearly just grabbing her ass telling her to go up and down into squats, telling her she’s doing a good job while she giggled. You thought here’s my only chance to speak to him, you go up nervous as you’ve ever been and get the courage to speak

“Um excuse me, sorry hi” they both turn to face you, the irritation is clear on his face from that moment.

“I’m sorry you just clearly know what you’re doing in the gym, especially with the impressive physique you got” you wait for a moment thinking he’ll thank you, but he just looks more irritated, so you carry on “I just, I was wondering if you could help me? I just have no clue what to do for muscle gai-“ he cuts you off and you see his irritation turn into a smirk “yeah clearly” he says, the girl laughs and tries to hide it, he laughs right in your face.

You know you fucked up now, he wasn’t gonna help you, why would did he? You were really stupid enough to think he was gonna get close to you and tell you what to do?

You decide to save yourself the embarrassment and start to turn away but then you hear him

“it’s 800$ for 4 sessions”

You knew he wasn’t a gym instructor, you’ve stalked him enough to know he never instructed anyone here except pretty girls, and he was more flirting than instructing anyway, and 800$ for 4?? Is he crazy?

“Let me get my phone to Venmo you” you say, you didn’t even know you were gonna say that, you thought you were getting ready to leave but the excitement must’ve gotten in your head. You go grab your phone, hand it to him, he enters his account and just like that you transferred him 800$, the girl walks away at this point and you ask for his number, he looks at you confused

“to set up the sessions” you say.

“Oh come on bro, she left, you don’t need to pretend” fuck what have you gotten yourself into? What is he talking about, you already paid him.

“But I just transferred you for th-“

“Listen, I know you’ve been creeping on me for months, I know you’re not the only guy who does it but fuck man you’re really not discreet, you don’t even wanna work out come on” he says before playfully slapping your stomach; he might have done it playfully but fuck his strength, the power of his light slap turns you on, you can’t even look up to face him.

“Listen, because I’m feeling nice I’ll tell you what, I’m coming here the next 4 days, I’ll be here at 2pm, you can come watch” you get hard instantly.

“Yes okay that seems fair, but if you’re not here on one of the days?”

“Well then you’ve missed your shot faggot” he said while smirking and getting up to leave, before he leaves he takes your number.

3 hours later you get this pic sent to you with “here’s your moneys worth fag, I’m feeling very generous today”

You spend the next 2 hours jerking and cumming, over and over again, thinking of him and staring at his picture.

“Thank you Sir, best money I ever spent” is all you can manage to text him back.

You’ve been in David’s house, cleaning for hours, you did two loads of laundry, you cleaned all the bathrooms, you vacuumed, you mopped which you had to do on all fours with a rag because when you asked David where the mop is he laughed and threw a rag at you “get closer to the ground, that’s how you really clean” and turned back to his phone right away. You were so engrossed in your cleaning tasks you didn’t even hear the doorbell ring, you felt David’s shoe swing right at your head

“the door fag” he said to you irritated with your incompetence. At this point you couldn’t help yourself, you wanted to do a good job, you wanted to serve well, to please David. You jump up right away “yes sir, sorry sir” you say bowing your head to him while he’s on the couch.

You open the door to see another gorgeous superior alpha man in front of you “um hi”you say hesitantly, remembering you don’t know what to say opening the door to a stranger, in a stranger's house. The guy barely looks at you, brushes past you, as he brushes by you he says “laundry bags are in the car.” And heads over to greet David.

You’re trained now you know what to do, you head over to his car and grab 2 laundry bags filled to the brim, you bring them inside and head for the laundry machine, but David and his friend interrupt their laughter and David snaps his finger and points at the ground

“over here fag”you bow your head and head over to them and get on the ground, David has his feet up on the couch and his friend has his feet up on the table, they look quite dirty you notice.

“My friend here thinks he might have stepped on something, clean that up before you start his laundry” David orders you.

“Ughh yes, sure sir let me just grab-“

“You don’t need to grab shit faggot” his friend says more at you than to you. Looking down at your face, with a smirk, which is inches away from his dirty shoe “what you think you’re too good to clean my shoes faggot?”

“No Sir, of course not, let me just just get a rag-“

“You don’t need a fucking rag faggot, use your mouth”

You look up at David with a questioning look, this is definitely not a serious request, Brian’s shoes were at least clean when you kissed them.

David looks back at you, taking pleasure in humilating he says “you heard the fucking man, get to cleaning fag”

And you start cleaning his shoe, using your mouth, using your tongue, using whatever it takes to get it clean. You know what you are now, you know Brian, David, their friend and whoever else now will own and control you.

You get hard yet again, and you start enjoying licking the man’s shoes clean, you don’t even know his name and you’re licking his shoe clean.

As you got into your car and started driving to the location Brian sent you, you started to think about what you’re doing. Driving to Brian’s apartment to pick his stuff up and take them back so he can stay at your place, stay with your mother, the more you think about it the more hesitant you get, but then you remember how Brian looked, how his feet felt in your hands and near your mouth, how they smelled…..you pull the used sock he threw at you out of your pocket, bring it up to your nose and take another deep inhale.

You decide since you already told him you’d do it, you’re already in the car, might as well get his things for him, you convince yourself it’s normal, you’re just doing him a favor, he must’ve been joking about expecting you to clean up the place anyway, you’ll just get his things and go back to your house.

You find his house after driving for 30 minutes, no wonder he wants to move in you think to yourself, he lives so far away and it’s in a part of town that’s a lot seedier than your mothers house. You get to the door and knock, David opens the door, guessing by his physique he must be a gym coach too, you think to yourself.

“Umm Hi, I’m not sure if Brian told you but I-“

He cuts you off, he’s short with you just like Brian is “Yeah, he told me” he looks at you up and down and let’s put a chuckle “man it’s gotta feel pretty pathetic, picking up your the guy who’s screwing your mom’s stuff to move him in”

You’re a little taken aback, you realize it really is pathetic, you’re pathetic, and in a pathetic attempt to defend yourself you try to come up with something “yeah, I mean just doing a favor for my mom’s boyfriend I guess”

He looks at you almost with pity in his eyes but not quite “right……boyfriend, favor” he says with a clear mocking tone.

“Well can you show me where his stuff is? I really gotta get going I got-“

You’re cut off again “okay so you can start with my laundry, and then vacuums, mop, hit the bathrooms first, then the kitchen, ugh what am I even saying you’re a fag, you know all about cleaning don’t you?”

It hits you, Brian wasn’t joking, but he’s not her this is your chance to draw a line, stop this from escalating, you take a big gulp working up the courage to say

“ughh well actually I’m a bit busy today, maybe I can just grab his stuff and I can come back another day and help you out if you’d like?” You think you’ve done well, you were still respectful but refused, you did the reasonable thing, you wait for his response, but he doesn’t say anything, the next thing you know you feel his open palm slap across your face, you can tell he barely used his full force but it sends you diving to the floor.

Before you even have the chance to get back up you hear him speak, with no patience in David voice and in an authoritative tone

“since you’re already down there you can actually start by cleaning my shoe collection” on the floor with the pain from the slap still making your face hot, the idea of being so close to his shoes and smelling them still gets you excited and hard. You can’t help it, these alpha strong men just turn you on beyond control, and it’s not like you have much control with David’s strong and sexy build towering over you, from the floor you muster up to say “ye- yes yes, okay”.

He looks down at you with a grin creeping on his face “yes what??” He says putting his arm up in the air like he was gonna slap you again.

“Yes Sir, sorry, yes Sir”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought faggot.” He points to where his shoe rack is, you crawl over and start cleaning them one by one, sneaking in as many sniffs as you can.

You’re on the ground, you’re cleaning David’s shoes, and you’re as hard as a rock. And with the smell of David’s shoes covering your nose, intoxicating you, you can’t help but think how lucky you are.

You knocked on your mom’s bedroom door as soon as you woke up, as hot as kissing Brian’s shoes was, you knew you had to come clean, tell her what happened, how he disrespect you, so she’d end it.

“Come in” said Brian. You were confused cuz he’s not usually here in the morning, and why would he be saying to come in instead of your mom.

“Oh, hey Brian, I was looking for my mom, is sh-“ he didn’t wait for you to finish.

“Sent her to the grocery store with a list” he looks at you with that evil smile and lets out a little laugh “yeah she wants me to move in so bad, guess she’s getting addicted to” he stops and just grabs his junk, laughing even louder at you. You wanna be offended but you can’t help looking at him in the compression shorts, with his shirt so tightly hugging his muscles, you more than anyone understand his irritable appeal. You’re standing across from him, he must’ve noticed you’re staring. “Come, sit, my feet could use a rub, I just finished my morning run”. You stood frozen, you couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious, but you couldn’t lie to yourself, you were hopping he was serious. So you got to and sit on the bed at his feet, he probs his foot on your lap, you’re still so shocked this is happening that you don’t even touch his feet, you just inhale as deep as you can, the smell of his feet giving you an instant boner. He must’ve felt your boner on his foot or seen how you were inhaling because he lifts his foot right next to your face “here, take a big a whiff, it’s okay” you can’t help yourself anymore and bring your nose right down to his foot in the air, his big toe touching your nose, he lets you smell it for about five seconds before propping it back down “now start rubbing”.

The pleasure of rubbing his superior, manly, beautiful feet was the best you’ve ever felt, better than any sex, anything really, that you’ve ever had. He lets you rub his feet for about 10 minutes, before he hits you right in the balls with the heal of his foot, signaling for you to stop, you seem to be understanding his commands more and more without him even having to say them anymore.

He snaps his finger and points at the table across the room, you know that’s your sign, you get up and go to the table and grab the paper on top of it, it’s a list of items.

-all shoes

-laptop

-PS5

-all athletic wear

-all jeans

Before you even get to finish reading Brian speaks again “this is all the stuff I need from my place, I’ll send you the address, David, my roommate will let you in. You’re gonna do a proper cleaning, vacuum, mop, organize, and whatever the fuck David will tell you to do, and get all the shit on my list back here, got it boy?” He says while looking at you, not exactly a question but you start nodding right away “yes Sir” you said without even realizing it, you’ve never called anyone Sir in your life before. He looks at you and laughs “Sir, I like that, from now on you will always respond to me with Sir” you nodded without saying a word and turned for the door to get going to his place “And hey fag” he said and without thinking about it you turned around, knowing he was talking to you, he stripped off his sweaty sock, and through at you, you caught it with both hands immediately and bring it right to your nose and inhale. He laughs at you again “good fags get rewards, you can keep this”.

You were surprised to find it was your mom’s new boyfriend, who was knocking on your door so late at night

“Oh hey Brian, what’s up?” Why was he here at 1am?

He walked into your room without you inviting him in, brushing your shoulder as he did.

You were so embarrassed by Brian and your mom dating, the fact that he was closer to your own age than hers, how arrogant he always was with everyone, the fact that your mom was now dating a gym coach who barley worked anyway, but mostly you were embarrassed by how hot he was, and by the fact that you couldn’t help being attracted to him.

He grabs a chair and sits down, still not saying a word.

“Where’s my mom?” You asked.

“Told her to go to the room and wait for me before I” he stops and laughs, looking you dead in the face he countries “before I go up there and fuck the shit out of her”.

That was another thing that embarrassed you, he always made a point to brag about what he was doing with your mom.

He takes off his jacket, starts unbuttoning his shirt and puts his feet up on the table, and tells you to sit down. Even in your own room he was in control.

You wanted to ask him to leave, but you were so distracted, you always lost your cool when he’d take his shirt off, he was so undeniably hot. So you sit down, coming face to face with his shoes on your table.

“So your mom tells me you’re not happy with her dating me” you start to panic a little, why would she tell him? Is he gonna hit you now? What’s gonna happen? You start wanting to diffuse the situation “it’s not that really, Brian don’t- I mean, I really didn’t mean it like that really it’s-“ you’re stuttering non stop, you can’t help it, the panic is showing on your face. And that’s when Brian starts laughing, he’s laughing really hard and puts his hand up, signaling for you to shut up, which you do.

He chuckled when you said that “I know you won’t, you’re a good boy, I know your type, you just needed to be sorted out”

“Listen man I really don’t give a fuck, you’re just killing the vibe for your mom, so don’t say shit like that again” he said after he was done laughing, you start nodding. He looks at you with a smirk on his face “you know she really doesn’t need to think about that when she’s enjoying my dick in her” he said while grabbing his crotch. You could tell he was testing the limit of how far you’d let him go, but something in you couldn’t help it, the fear mixed with your intense attraction to him made you helpless.

“I won’t say anything like that again Brian, I promise”

“Well I’m all sorted, you won’t have to worry about me saying anything” you said with a laugh, hopping to break the awkwardness a little. But Brian didn’t laugh, he just looked you quietly for about 10 seconds before speaking again, the way he was looking at you was intense, like he knew a secret you had.

“You know back in my frat, we had a rule for new recruits, whenever they’d fuck up and disrespect a brother, they’d kiss their feet to show true regret” he looked down at you, and wiggled his shoes.

Your dick got so much harder than it already was, but you knew this was too far, you knew there wouldn’t be coming back if you did this “you want me to kiss your fucking shoes?” You said with a forced laugh.

“You disrespected the man of the house, you wanna show regret, show your regret” he said with a smirk, he knew you weren’t gonna be able to put up a fight, before he even finished wiggling his shoes in your face your lips were planted on them, as you were kissing them, you mange to get out “I’m sorry for disrespecting you Brian” after letting you kiss the bottom of his shoe for about a minute he nudged your face back with his foot. He stood up, looked down on you with the same smirk “told you I knew your type” he said as he walked out of your room laughing.

You jerked off for a full 2 hours that night thinking of Brian and his feet, the taste of his shoe on your lips.

Then you spotted him out of the corner of your eye, the young guy sitting with his feet up taking three full seats, you wondered why there were people still standing around, why didn’t they ask him for the seat you thought? It was your chance then, you go up to him

“Ugh, excuse me Sir?” You say but the young man never looked up from his phone, you continued “ugh Sir? Do you mind removing your foot? The train is full I’m sorry”

“40” he said in a flat tone, still not looking up from his phone.

“40? 40 what?” you asked.

“40 bucks for the seat.” He said.

Is this guy crazy? You wondered. He wants you to pay more than the train bus just for the seat? This wasn’t even allowed. You start to turn around but then the smell hits you, he must’ve been working out or something cuz you could smell his feet just standing next to it, you’ve never admitted but you do like the smell of hot guys feet, you like the smell the look, the feel, all of it. Maybe the smell will linger at the seat, even if it didn’t your brain got attached to the idea of being on the same seat his foot was just resting, you got your wallet out and looked at what you had.

“ugh I only have 30 bucks Sir, is that okay?” You asked.

He turned his phone around to you, showing his Venmo account, grabbed the 30 out of your hand “Venmo me 20.” He said flatly again, for the first time he looked at you while he said it, he was such a handsome man your brain wasn’t even concerned with him increasing the amount, you pulled your phone out and transferred him the money.

He lifted his foot, you got on the seat and he put his foot right back in the same position, this time in your lap.

Even though it turned you on, you were worried someone you knew was gonna see you, with a man’s foot sat up in your lap, you couldn’t help but try and protest “ugh sir excuse me but your fo-“ he was back to his phone and not bothering to even look at you, he put his finger up to his mouth signaling for you to shut up and you obeyed. He had such an air of power about him, something that made obedience to him so easy.

As you sat there for the next few minutes, his foot in your lap you got more and more horny by the second, your boner was inevitable.

He must’ve felt your hard aching dick against the heel of his foot. You started to worry, thinking he was gonna tell you to get up or call you a disgusting faggot but that’s not what he did.

While still ignoring you, not bringing his eyes up to even see you, you hear him say “200 bucks and you can rub it”

At this point you are entirely defenseless, before he even finishes the sentence you pull your phone out and transfer the money.

And you start rubbing his foot, the feel of his soft beautiful foot in your lap is intoxicating. You’re rubbing it so gently, you’re cherishing getting his beautiful superior foot as best you can, oh and the smell, the smell alone is driving you crazy, you wish you could bring it up to your nose and keep it there forever.

Without looking at you, he must’ve noticed or probably realized by now how intoxicated you’ve become with his foot.

“300 more to kiss it.” He said and again before you could even realize it, your phone is out, and the money is transferred. You bring it up to your face and you kiss it, the feel of his foot on your lips is the greatest feeling you’ve ever had, you kiss it over and over and over again, forgetting entirely you’re on a train full of people, it doesn’t matter to you anymore.

“Enough kissing” he said. You did what you can, you obeyed. “Keep rubbing it” and you did, you were grateful you were still allowed.

His stop must’ve arrived because he gave you the last instruction “flip flop back on” you picked it up of the floor and gently placed it back on his foot. He got up, and started to exit, this was your chance “ugh Sir, I’m sorry to ask but can I possibly get your number?” You asked with heavy breathes. He looked down at you, and gave a little laugh “fuck no faggot”.

You kept staring at him, he got out, and you saw him reach inside his gym bag, he pulled a sock out, crumbled it and threw it back onto the train while he was out, you jump to the floor, grab his sock and bring it up to your nose and inhale it, he lets out another laugh from outside the train and says “300 more faggot” you pull your phone out immediately and send him the money.

Damian, on paper, had the weakest application, you were only interviewing him as a formality, to have seen everyone who applied and give them a fair shot.

As soon as he came in, you were struck by how handsome he was, he was for sure the most attractive guy you’ve seen in the office since you started working there.

He didn’t seem nervous or trying to get you to like him, if anything he was more intimidating than intimidated. You didn’t get much of a chance to ask him many questions.

One minute after coming in he put his foot up on your desk, you would’ve of thought it was rude if he wasn’t so hot and clearly in control of the situation. Most of the interview was him asking “so what benefits will I get?” “Any hot women work here?” Both questions asked with a serious tone that made you answer him honestly and seriously. He wrapped the interview up by telling you “I won’t be coming in on Fridays”.

You knew the other applicants were more eager to work, had better qualifications and were nicer but you simply couldn’t help yourself, you’ve been staring at the bottom of his shoe the whole time, which was easy since he had them directly in your face. “Alright Damian, I’ll work out you not needing to come in Fridays, it’ll be a favor from me” you said hoping you’d win him over with that, he didn’t give a reaction, so you continued “you can start Sunday” when he heard this he got up, and headed for the door “please be here on time, interns start at 8” you said as he was exiting, he heard you but didn’t acknowledge or turn around.

Sunday came around, it was 9:45 and Damian still wasn’t in, with him not there you started thinking how stupid you were hiring the guy with no respect to you or the office and low qualifications, you pulled out all the other applicants you rejected and started reading them over, thinking which one you’ll call to replace him, and if he came in and saw it, he might get scared and start acting right to keep his position, you thought.

While you were looking over them he came in, at 10:15. When you saw him you remembered how flustered he got you the first time, looking how he does, putting his feet up on your desk, he got you so nervous.

“Damian, I’m glad you made it but you’re almost two hours late! I made the exception for Fridays but you can’t expect to keep this job if-“ he interrupted you, looking over at the paper in your hand, the application of another intern, and asked “what’s that in your hand?”

“Well it’s another application we got for your position, and if you’re not gonna show u-“ before you finished he grabbed the paper out of your hand and crumbled it up, and threw it back at you with a smirk “this is garbage, throw it and all the other applications out. I got the job” he said in a tone so commanding, before realizing what you were doing you got all the papers and got up to go throw them out, following his order.

When you came back in you found him sitting in your chair “Sorry Damian but that’s my desk, the interns sit over the-“ again he didn’t let you finish

“Listen, I'm not interested in playing a game with you. I will come into the office, whenever I feel like coming in, I will sit at this desk and fuck around. What you expected me to do, you will do. You will cover with your boss and this internship will be over before you know it”

This is when you realized you needed to put your foot down, he was hot and commanding but you couldn’t let him walk all over you like that so you asked sarcastically “and why would I be doing any of that?” That’s when got a smirk on his face, he had taken his shoes off, and put his feet up on your desk again.

“Because I know why you hired me faggot”

The moment he did that every thought in your brain disappeared, all you could think about was getting closer and getting to smell his socks.

“Now fetch me a cappuccino, not shitty office cappuccino, run to the coffee shop” he ordered you.

“Yes, yes okay” you said.

“Yes?” He asked you in a serious tone this time.

You realized your mistake instantly “Yes Sir, sorry, yes Sir”

He laughed at you again “good boy, and don’t be late, my feet need a massage” he said.

You got even harder than you were before, you knew for the rest of his internship time, you’ll be working for Damian, not the other way around.

Adam was a lawyer, a divorce lawyer to be specific. He was your wife’s “best friend”. He wasn’t always her friend, in fact he didn’t even know her before you two got married, one day about 8 months of you 2 being married, she said she made a new friend and he quickly became a really big part of her life.

Every time she’d go out she’d say she was going to see Adam, they even took trips together, trips that you paid for, your wife had convinced you she would just have more fun with Adam, and you always wanted to keep her happy so you agreed. You did it find it odd that they were such good friends, Adam was 10 years younger than you and your wife, he also seemed to pretty much be an asshole to everyone around, especially you. But when you brought it up she would say “you just don’t get his sense of humor”. You knew she was attracted to him, practically every woman around him was attracted to him, even you were attracted to him, you always been a little attracted to men so you’d sneak in pictures of him whenever they’d let you hangout with them, pictures of his face, pictures of his body, and even a few photos of his feet. But you’ve been able to shut that out ever since you met your wife, you were devoted to her, you hoped she was the same, but deep down you’ve always suspected she was attracted to him. Adam and your wife didn’t let you join them often, and Adam never seemed to be interested in getting to know you, so you did get pretty excited when he asked you to meet him in his office. You even took a day off work so you’d be able to go straight to him instead of just on your lunch. When you showed up and knocked on his door he told you “wait by the front desk, I’m finishing something up”.

He had you wait for an entire hour, sitting there waiting, not even knowing why you were here got you riled up, you were sure there’s nothing that would take him a whole hour, in fact you could peak through his office blind and you saw him make several phone calls where he was laughing and obviously not doing any serious business. And as soon as you were getting ready to get up and leave the receptionist came over “Mr. Adam is ready to see you now” she said.

You decide to go in, even though he had you wait for an hour after he told you when to come, you were already there, might as well see what hanging with Adam will be like.

As soon as you came in, his demeanor seemed to have shifted from the guy you saw smiling laughing a minute ago on the phone. You sat across from him and said “you had me wait for an hour Adam, I have things to do as well, was your business call really that important?”

He got a little smirk on his face, didn’t answer your question, he actually seemed unconcerned with all of what you just said.

“This won’t take long, your wife wants a divorce, I made an agreement here you can just sign, so you understand she would be getting the house, both cars, you’ll be paying spousal support which we decided will be 70% of your paycheck, you can just sign here”

You were incredibly shocked, she never mentioned anything about a divorce and even if she wanted one why would she think you’d hand over that much? You bought the house, you both your car and her car. “Adam is this some kind of joke? A divorce?? And she wants to take all this?”

Adam didn’t look amused at all, he did seem a little pissed off you were fighting him on this, but of course you were going to, these demands seemed insane to you, that’s when Adam put his feet up on the desk, directly in front of your face “first of all you’re in my office you will address me as Mr.Adam, and you will keep your voice down when talking to me” you were hearing what he said but even in this situation you couldn’t help but stare and be distracted by his feet, he really was a beautiful man, he must’ve noticed you staring cuz that’s when he wiggled his feet a little to the left and right “got it?” He asked. “Yes Mr.Adam” you answered.

He starts speaking again this time a little gentler “listen you fucked up man, she found all the photos you’ve been taking of me, you better agree to this arrangement or she’s gonna tell everyone, her family, your family, she even told me she knows your colleagues and boss personally and will make sure they know you’ve been sneaking in creepy pictures of the guy your wife’s been fucking, I things might’ve been okay if the pictures were just of me with a shirt off but my feet?” He couldn’t help but let out a laugh after this “you’re fucked man” he said.

You wanted to be shocked but deep down you knew she’s been fucking him, you knew you were paying for him to go on vacations and fucking him but you thought as long as it kept her with you. You were more concerned with him finding out about the photos so you start attempting to apologize “Ada- I mean Mr.Adam, I am so so terribly sorry about those photos I just couldn’t-“ he cut you off “oh it’s okay, if I wasn’t okay with the photos I would’ve told you” he said with a chuckle, he starts wiggling his feet again, this time he keeps wiggling them, your head without you even realizing starts to follow them, left to right, right to left, left to right. “You weren’t slick with the pictures, of course I knew, I always knew, but I thought I’d be nice and let you have it, I was fucking your wife and you were paying for my plane ticket and hotel stays” he starts laughing, louder this time “really it would’ve been unkind of me not to let you have them” he stops moving his feet now, “so come on, sign the paper, don’t make this harder than it has to be” he said as he turned the paper over to you. You grab the pen, full of shame and regret, and you sign the dotted line “good boy” he says to you with a mocking laugh.

Before you get up to leave you get up the nerve to do one final thing, you get up, your eyes fixed on the floor and you ask him “Mr.Adam? Would you at least let me feel them?” Bringing your eyes up to look at his feet which were still up on his desk, he looks at you and laughs “you paid your house and basically your future away thanks to them so sure, go ahead you sick little faggot”. You put his foot between your hands, you use both hands to touch it and feel every inch of his foot, rubbing it, squeezing it, doing everything you can to not ever forget what his feet felt like in your hands.

“You know what? Why don’t you give them a kiss too, your wife liked doing that too before I fucked her” you instantly forget your in his office, get on your knees and start kissing and even licking his feet. Your life is destroyed now, you’ll be paying for this for the rest of your life, but that taste of Mr.Adam’s feet in your mouth……it was all worth it and you’d do it again and pay him even more.

You walked in to the basement and found Damian, your older brothers friend, sitting on your beanbag chair.

Damian was your brothers closest friend so he spent a lot of time over at your place, he always made you nervous, not just because he was incredibly hot but also cuz he used to always tease you, even in front of your brother he’d make fun of your for “being such a little faggot” it always made you nervous and you couldn’t tell if he knew your secret or was just messing with you, it was playful enough for him to pass it off as a joke. You couldn’t help it though, you got hard every time he called you a fag, and you’d jerk your pervert dick to it later when you’re alone.

“Oh hey Damian, how are you? Is Jake (your brother) around?”

“No, it’s just me in here”

Originally you wanted to hangout in the basement but with him there you got nervous and changed your plan “oh okay cool, I just came in here to grab a drink”

“Fetch me a beer while you’re down here fag” he said, without even looking up from his phone, and he said it without a laugh this time.

You grab him his beer, and you get up the nerve to finally ask him, you take a big gulp and try to straighten your back, as you get closer you can tell from the smell of his feet he must’ve been working out.

“Why do you always call me a faggot Damian?”

He looks up from his phone, a smile creeps up on his mouth, more of an evil smirk than a smile.

“Well isn’t that what you are? You’re brother might be too stupid to notice but I’ve seen the way you look at guys, the way you look at me”

Your face starts to turn red, you start wishing you can take back the stupid question you asked, you look down, avoiding his eyes, you get a glimpse of his socked feet and stare for a little bit, you simply can’t help yourself.

“W- what do you mean the way I look at you? You’re friends with my br-“

He cuts you off “oh come on little faggot, even while you’re asking me you’re staring at my fucking feet bro, it’s okay, you don’t need to be scared of me”

You don’t even know what to say at this point, denying it seems pointless, if Damian wasn’t so hot that it got you flustered every time maybe you would’ve been able to come up with something. Before you could even start coming up with a lie he starts talking again, this time with his voice a little more stern.

“Listen just down, relax, it’s fine”

You listen to him and you head in the direction of the couch to sit but before you even get there you hear him say “No, come sit on the floor, come sit by my feet little faggot, let’s talk it out”.

You wanna say no, you know obeying him and going to sit on the floor would take things to a place you wouldn’t be able to come back from, but you start to think of the intoxicating smell, and his beautiful feet, he was right, you’ve always stared at him, always stared at his feet. So you go back sit on the floor, right next to his feet. You wish you could grab and kiss them right then and there but you restrain yourself, you take a very deep breath, taking in as much as you can of the stench of Damian’s beautiful feet.

He lifts his left foot and puts it in your lap “start rubbing” he orders you, and you do, getting to touch his beautiful feet your hard dick almost starts precuming right then and there. As you’re rubbing his feet he continues “listen like I told you, you don’t need to be scared okay? I’m not gonna tell your brother, I’m not gonna tell anyone how many times I’ve caught you staring, I won’t even tell anyone about how my socks always mysteriously disappear every time I’m at your place” he said followed by a laugh. You had no idea he’s known you’ve been stashing away his socks every time he took them off at your place.

“Yo- how did you know about that” you asked with your trembling hands still rubbing his foot.

He smiles, looking down at you “I’m not stupid, sometimes I’d take them off just to give you a little treat, I knew you’d become obsessed with the smell alone”

You start begging “please, please, I’ll give them all back and I’ll stop staring at you please just don’t tell Jake or anyone else about-“ he cuts you off again.

“Relax faggot, I already told you, I’m not gonna tell anyone” the evil smirk comes back to his face “as long as you only do what a good little faggot does”

You get another hit of the smell of his beautiful feet, you unconsciously bring them closer to your nose while you’re still rubbing them. When he notices where you moved it he brings it even closer, your face is now right in his foot, the smell of it, the shape of it touching your face, you’ve had sex before but nothing has ever made you as horny as you are right now. You take a big breath and let the heel of his foot touch your lips. And he pulls his foot back after leaving it on your face for five seconds. “So you gonna be a good little faggot for me?” He asks you, knowing you’re entirely intoxicated by his foot alone at this point.

“Yes, yes whatever that means, I’ll be a good little faggot but please just let me feel your foot on my face again, whatever being a good little faggot means I’ll be it”

He smiles and brings up his other foot, now both feet have your face entirely covered, you take the biggest breath you possibly can, with even realizing you start kissing and licking his feet too.

“That’s a good little faggot, and the only thing you’ll say to me from now on is yes Master Damian, got it?” He says and lifts one of his feet to give you the chance to answer.

“Yes master Damian, always yes Master Damian” you say while panting waiting for him to bring his foot back to your face.

That’s when Jake walked into the basement, your head jerks away for a split second but Damian presses it back down with his foot.

Damian laughs and says “did I say you can stop worshiping my feet faggot?”

You respond, not caring that your brother is right there, not caring about anything besides Master Damian and his beautiful feet “no master Damian, sorry” you say as you go back to kissing and licking, and even worshiping his feet. While your face is covered with masters Damian’s beautiful feet you hear him say “see? I told you bro” to Jake and you hear them both laugh.