Back from skating, chilling with some of your freshman college buds in the small dorm room, you watch a couple of them gaming. You laying on the floor, kind’ve your normal spot when all of you get together. Your buddy Scott, sitting on your bed, him well aware that you are down there on the floor. You see his bare feet with his baggy jeans extend out over the edge and lower down towards you. The sides of his bare feet hit your cheeks yet he doesn’t say anything. You feel his feet blindly guide themselves back up, one foot resting on your shoulder with the other foot now consuming itself on your face. You inhale as your nose sinks into the middle of his sole, the bottom now conformed on your complexion. You grunt some as the foot adjusts and rubs it’s odor into your nose. Scott says nothing, just continues to tease your face, his toes wrapping around your nose, squeezing it, making you breathe the smelliest part under his toes. You inhale deeply, voluntarily trapping yourself under his stinky, college feet. You attempt to sit up but he lifts his other bare foot up, pushing you back down, now smothering you with both padded soles. You’ve been in this situation with him a few times previously, your small circle of college friends in the same room when it’s happened. Scott not seeming to be phased in keeping his feet covering your face, even getting used to the feel of you down there as he rests them upon you. Him also catching onto your light resistance of his foot intrusion and accepting your face as something just for his feet and toes to play with. You hear one of your college buds snicker and say,”Nice footrest Scotty.  See if Tye can remove the stink from them.”  Always a little jeering from your friends, but they have seen you on the floor a lot, and just accepted it as normal. You hear snickering from above and feel Scott sit up. He parts his feet some now smiling down at you.  “Like being my foot rest?,” Scott sarcastically asks down at you while tapping one foot against your cheek. “No I do….,” you get out before both feet consume you under their darkness. You hear Scotty and your friend laugh at your situation with Scotty adding,”Quiet footrest. Lay down there and breathe in my foot stink.” You feel the bottoms rub over your nose, his toes smearing over your nostrils, the odor of his feet now all over your face.  About 20 minutes go by and you slowly feel one big toe try and push itself into your mouth. Scott had sat back but was trying something new. You let the toe in and swirl your tongue around it. The toe pulls out, the other toes pressing on your lips. You take a moment and lick the bottoms of each of them and with your tongue still somewhat out, you feel the skater foot drag down your tongue, tasting the dry, saltiness of it. You continue with his other foot, just casually licking his toes and feet, until he sits back up. He grins down at you and smooshes the bottoms of his feet against your cheeks, distorting your face. He jiggles your cheeks some before covering you under both feet for one last smell. He shakes your face some under his soles and says,”Sniff…sniff….”  He get’s up, slips his Vans back on, and says goodbye to everyone. You get a text 10 minutes later from him saying,”That felt great. I want you always on the floor under my feet when we are hanging out together or with the bros. I know you like my foot smell and like tasting them :) 👃🏻👅🙇🏼‍♂️🦶🏻”

Pushed against the back door, feeling the pressure of the soles against your stomach and chest, Brian saw the college freshman grinning at him as his feet invaded his space. Your bro and his other college friend had gone into the convenience store, leaving you and his bro’s roommate, Austin, in the car. Austin, being the cocky roommate, had started using you as a footrest about an hour into the trip. This wasn’t the first time he messed around with you with his feet, him seeming to relish the dominance over you. One large, gray socked foot lifted up, and pushed against your face. Your nose sunk into the middle as you breathed in his probably week-old worn sock smell, now feeling him rub it against your face. He had gotten his smelly socked feet in your face a few times now as you muffled out,”Dude, your socks stink. I don’t wanna smell them.” You push his foot down, trying to keep it still on your chest. You see the college boy grin as he bends his knee back, yanking off his sock then doing the same to his other foot. “Smell my bare feet then,” he responds cockily and quickly thrusts both bare soles toward you.  With nowhere to escape, you watch the soft bottoms press into your face, their dry, cheesy odor overwhelming your nostrils. You lay there, barely struggling, you begin to get hard down below. You started feeling this way the last time he did this to you, not sure if it was just his teasing dominance toward you or the smell of his feet that was getting to you. You move your face against them, slouching down, managing to push one foot away. Austin not giving up his control, quickly brings it back , continuing to smother the smell into your face. You smear your face across his feet, getting your nose free, but he lowers his foot down, engulfing your nostrils with one pair of toes. You take a DEEP  inhale. Feeling the air being sucked in from between his toes, Austin ask’s,”Like getting feet rubbed in your face wimp?” You see him grinning at you, flexing and stroking his toes against your nose, getting into it. You grunt some and move your nose against his toes and hear him respond,”Oh yah, you totally do. Keep smelling them, little foot boy. ” He consumes your face under both bare soles, letting you lay there breathing them in for the next 15 minutes, hearing him tease you that you'll be his foot rest and rub his feet for the rest of the trip. You both hear voices approaching and you quickly sit up, letting Austin keep his feet in your lap. Your bro and his college friend get in, giving you both drinks and snacks for the remainder of the ride. You feel Austin’s foot adjust and dig his toes down into your hardon. You flinch and quickly move his foot away. Briefly glancing at him, you see him smiling at you as he lifts his head up, giving a long sniff into the air.  “You’re my foot bitch,” he mouths silently at you. You take a long swig of your drink, quenching your dry mouth, realizing that you love his foot odor and hope he dominates his feet in your face again. Also wondering if he would really use you as a footrest on the floor in front of your bro and his other college friend. They get back on the dark road, the inside of the car nearly black except the glow of the console and iPhones. You slightly slouch back down, glancing at your phone, and it isn’t to long before one of Austin’s feet blindly pushes against your face again. You lay there in almost darkness, pretending to be pinned, seeing him on his phone ignoring you, letting his toes play with your nose and mouth. You silently enjoying the smell under his toes as they curl over your nostrils.

Walking around the mall with his friend Aaron, Tyler still had a bulge in his pants from getting teasingly, foot smothered by his friend’s college bro, Billy earlier. He could still smell the college jock’s ripe foot odor heavy in his nose. Tyler was chilling with his friend for a while and staying the night until his parents got back the following day. They had been gaming off and on in the den area until Aron wanted to briefly try his single player game. Tyler sat at the end of the couch watching when Billy came in and plopped down on the opposite side of the couch. Tyler could instantly detect his foot scent, his eyes glancing down at Billy’s powerful feet. Billy could be somewhat dominant at times and would nag Tyler sarcastically off and on, which Billy was used to as he would banter back with him. They both had started teasing one another until Tyler mentioned the stink of Billy’s feet and suggested he go take a shower. That was all it took as Tyler saw the college boy quickly lift his meaty bare soles up and thrust them into his face. “My feet smell huh? Tell me how bad they stink,” Billy jeered. Tyler was slow to react as one foot pressed into his face, pushing him back into the arm rest. He felt the bottom rub into his nose as he took in a deep sniff before pushing the foot away, acting disgusted. Billy wasn’t done as he continued pressing his feet into Tyler’s face, eventually wearing him down into the couch, verbally teasing him, until the bottom’s of his soles were firmly using his face as a footrest. Tyler, now exhausted, his eyes looking into the meaty soles, his face pressed into them, their dry, cheesy odor overwhelming him as he would feel them rub against his nose. Tyler muffled out that he was beat and Billy removed one foot from his face to have him repeat himself. “You win. I can’t take it anymore,” Tyler wheezed out dryly trying to hoist himself up off the couch. Billy smirked, tilting his foot back over, and pressed one pair of toes against Tyler’s nose. Being held back down, Tyler breathed them in, a second wave of odor hitting him, as he heard Billy say,”I’m not done using your face as a footrest yet.” Tyler started to get his second wind of trying to resist, moving his face against the feet, pushing them away as Billy also got his second wind of dominating him. The plump toes smeared against his nose as he inhaled the odor between them, hearing Billy taunt sarcastically,”Like smelling my toes loser?” After several minutes, Tyler finally heard his friend Aaron ask if he was ready to head to the mall in which Tyler managed to get out from under the foot grip of Billy and say yes. He watched Aaron leave the room to get his shoes as he slipped himself out from under the huge soles, falling flat onto the floor, utterly wiped out. He heard the college jock stir from above, seeing both legs swing over the side, both feet landing on this shoulders. Tyler saw Billy grinning down at him before both soles once again consumed his face. Tyler grunted and squirmed his face some against the bottoms as he heard Billy taunt,”You know you wanna keep smelling my feet?” Tyler laid there briefly, thinking Billy must be digging this power trip. The feet rubbed in his face a few more moments, Tyler honestly not struggling that much, just letting it happen, before Billy finally got up, and went to the kitchen. Tyler quickly got up and he and Arron headed out.  Now walking around the mall, Tyler got a random text message from Billy with a pic, the text reading,”Your face still smell like these?” Tyler grinned, texted back answering,”Wearing off. Not getting those stinky feet in my face again.”  The bubbles responded,”Yah you are! You're definitely getting them in your face again. Besides, I know you liked sniffing in my foot smell.”  Tyler didn’t respond. He probably let his guard down too much when just laying there but also figured Billy was into it or just liked the power of foot doming him. Either way, he couldn’t wait to get back to see what the college jock had in store for him. 

Hey bro, do me a favor. *Raises arm* tell me if you think I stink, cause my girl said I needed to take a shower if I wanted to get laid. I told her since I'm between jobs I was going au naturel for a while.... Only shower once a week, maybe every 2 weeks, no deodorant or cologne, stop shaving. *I lean in and take as a long deep sniff* nope, I say, Smells good to me. I didn't ask if you thought I smelled good, just if I stink. Bro, I say to him, honestly, You can definitely tell your not showering, but your sweat smells fucking great to me.....I could literally bury my face in your bushy pits and smell them all day. I mean fuck, I'd give anything to find out what they taste like. Dude, he said, that's something a fag would say.... Hold up, you fuckin serious bro, your a homo? What the hell? Why am I just hearing about this? So, your telling me I coulda been getting my cock sucked anytime I wanted by you since we wuz, what, 17? Fuck dude! Well that solves my problem with my girl keeping her legs shut if I don't shower. *Pulls his shirt off* go for it bro. Smell 'em, lick 'em do whatever you need to do to get turned on then get on your knees and suck my cock like only a faggot can. Enjoy yourself too bro, I like it when it's a long deep sloppy wet blow job, to start off anyway, then when I'm ready, I'll grab your head and fuck your throat like your a piece of trash whore that can't wait to swallow my load. Fuck, I might even put my dick in your ass....How's that sound bro? You think your up for it?

Come on over here boy, (lifts his arm and I can already smell his musky scent) I gotta nice place for you to find out what I taste and smell like after working outside in this heat. Trust me fag, yer gonna love it.

Well that sure as hell didn't take you long. I should have known you were one of "those" faggots. You know, the kind that worships the stench that a hot as fuck straight guy gives off after working outside in the blazing heat all day. I mean, all I had to do was take my kicks off and you came running where the stink was coming from. So, does your brother know you queer? Figured he didn't. Aint no way he's put up knowing his best m brother sucks cock. Well, Whatcha waiting for dude? I'm going up to your room. Follow the smell. Just so you know, no matter how much my feet reek, my pits and crotch is much worse. You'll see. If you're interested, follow the smell.

That occasional gentle head petting turns into me grabbing onto your head and making sure you stay there. And then finally you feel me thrust upwards. You feel my shaft throb into your mouth and wave after wave of cum get pumped down your throat. Using you not only as my personal urinal, but also as my cumdump. Imagine looking up as you see my face in full bliss. Hear my grunts and groans as wave after wave gets shot down your throat. Imagine servicing me like that. As you swallow my load. And then have me praise you for doing oh so fucking well. Are you imagining it?

Alex didn’t know how many cocks he took that day, only that when his husband finally called him to ask him where he was, he was slumped against one of the bathroom stalls, covered head to toe in cum and already planning on coming back there next week.

True experience. Towards the end of Taylor smothering my face with his feet on the couch, eventually we moved to my bedroom with him taking my bed, me on the floor. He was about 17 now, his feet now size 12’s, but he started phasing out of putting them in my face as well as my friend and him staying over. With me on the floor at the end of the bed, I tried my best to sniff his feet when he’d be sleeping. On occasion though, he’d still playfully mock me, and put them in my face while I rested my face at the end of my bed when watching tv. He would take his socks off and lay on top of the covers. He’d extend his legs out with his big, bare feet inches from the side of my face then turn his attention to the tv off to the side on the dresser. His feet still had a mild to good odor to them. My friend Jon and I would be briefly talking, me facing him, and Taylor would glance down at me some off and on. Once we were done talking, he’d slowly slide one barefoot over, and casually push the bottom of it against my face. My nose sunk into the padded sole and now all I could see and inhale was his monster, teen foot. I kind’ve made a “mfffhh” sound and breathed in deeply but didn’t pull away. I stayed there a few moments before sliding my face to the side toward his other foot, acting like I was getting away, my face now between both of them. He had his feet spread kind’ve far apart from each other. Him still looking at the tv, he slid his other foot over to my face, tilting it down some so the bottom of his toes pushed firmly against my nose. Taylor started flexing them against my nostrils a little, rubbing the odor in, while cockily saying,”Sniff, sniff.” After a few moments of breathing in his raw, toe smell, he repositioned the middle of his huge foot back against my nose. He wagged his sole on my face slightly while sarcastically asking,”Like it down there with the feet?” He slid his other foot over, now not caring but to only embarrass me, and pushed both soles against my face, actively smothering me. I stayed still, seeing nothing but bare feet, letting it go on for a short while longer. “You know you like it,” Taylor continued and started rubbing my face. I couldn’t tell if he was looking down at me, I’m sure he glanced down at some point, egging me on, maybe trying to humiliate me in front of his bother as I laid there not pulling my face away. He’d been playfully foot dominating me for a long time and my friend I’m sure caught onto it but didn’t really seem to care.  I stayed still, letting him firmly keep his soles pushed into my face, foot degrading me, as I breathed them in. He finally said very sarcastically, while rubbing one sole on my nose,“Yah, you like smelly feet rubbed in your face don’t you? Sniffing my feet.” I pulled away, now somewhat embarrassed, and he slid them off to the side. He teased me a few more times after that on different occasions but eventually just phased out of putting them in my face. But I had a lot of years being teased by his ripe feet. 

twitter: Fazingmaster.  Taking a brief roadtrip with your older brother with his college friend and his brother, Charlie, tagging along. Your bro and his buddy have been friends for years and you’ve hung out with Charlie a few times, and gotten to know him a little bit. He’s always been competitive and get’s his way on a lot of things, not to mention having a bit of a alpha complex.  He’s a real country boy. So when he starts messing with you a little in the back seat, both of you semi-laughing about it, he grabs you, and pushes you down to his side of the floorboard. He’s always been a bit stronger and immediately props his cowboy boots on your chest and stomach to keep you down. You try to get up but he pushes you back down. “Be my footrest,” you hear him say as he adjusts his boots on top of you. You make some more attempts to get up but to no avail. Charlie’s brother turns to see what’s going and laughs saying,”You gonna keep him down there the whole ride?” Charlie responds, looking down at you,”I might,” Charlie replies, tapping his boots on your stomach and chest. The guys laugh a bit and after awhile, you see Charlie inch the bottom of one boot to rest on your nose and mouth. You turn your face slightly but smell the cool rubber sole on the side of your nose. After a few minutes, him getting an idea, he lifts his boot up, pulls it off, and starts covering your nose with his socked toes. You breathe in the hot, smell of his sock odor, kind’ve fighting his toes with your nose for awhile but end up submitting, letting his socked foot conquer your face. Him slightly grinning in victory as he rubs his foot odor all over your face.  You feel his other booted foot press on your stomach some as he flexes his toes on your nose, feeling you breathe them in. “Ohhh, you like it down there under my feet?,” he say’s cockily.  Feeling a bit embarrassed, you try to sit up again, but he pushes you back down. Getting that he likes this power trip, you lay there for the next 30 minutes, semi-struggling, your face hot and senses delirious from inhaling foot odor. He wipes his foot on your face and even has you kiss the bottom of his other booted foot. Your bro eventually makes a stop at a gas station for snacks. You wonder what the ride back home will be like and if Charlies demeanor toward you will change during the camp trip. 

With your other friends playing video games and your friend Brian and yourself sitting on the couch behind them, he automatically lifts up both bare feet and plops them in your lap. Still having to be his slave as the condition until you could repay him the money you borrowed at the end of the week. Your suggestion in which you knew Brian would take. You look at his feet then at him and begin automatically massaging his bare soles. After several minutes one of your other friends looks back at the both of you and comments about his feet smelling. Brian smiles, quickly lifts one bare foot up, and presses it onto your face. You sniff in his medium foot smell as you hear him chuckle and cockily ask,”Hey slave, do my feet smell?” You hear your other friend laugh then turn back to the game. You back your head away from the foot looming in front of your face and nod yes. Brian’s smile get’s bigger and say’s,”Sniff the odor off my feet slave.” You hesitate as you know this will be humiliating for you but see your friend lift his other foot up impatiently. You grab his heels and push your face into both of his soles, sniffing in their scent deeply. You slowly rub your face against his feet, dragging your nose up to his toes, and take long, deep sniffs directly under them. You can see him grin at you as you breathe in his foot aroma. You slouch down some and let him consume your face with both feet, your face acting as a footrest. Your other friend turns back around to both of you and laughs saying,”Enjoying those feet in your face Connor?”  Brian grinds the smell of them against your face, your face now covered in his foot stink, then lowers his toes over your nose, and gives you a licking gesture. You shake your face ‘no’ against his feet. He nod’s his head yes demandingly. You grab his heels and slowly begin licking his soles from bottom to top a few times, tasing the dry saltiness of them before dragging your tongue across the bottom of his toes. It doesn’t take Brian long before he pushes his toes in your mouth, making you lick between them as he watches his friends game. 

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When your friend knows you’re into feet and loves making you his personal foot slave. Every chance he gets, he enjoys having you sniff and lick the bottoms of his feet.

It was fucking so good , I felt small dry blows in my pussy while we continued to talk. We continued like this for a long time, sometimes it was me who moved my ass, sometimes he grabbed me by the hips or passed his hand through my back, under the jacket to grab the harness and pulled hard to introduce me deep. I was ecstatic to have my master's dick in the hole while looking like nothing in front of his friends. And the most exciting thing was when from time to time he whispered things in my ear like "You like your master's dick and make you fucked in front of everyone" or "I'm going to fertilise you bitch like a whore in the middle of the bar"... damn it's clear that I liked that....

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