what makes my blood rush

I told you that I was going to watch every single game of the World Cup faggoy. And I told you what you're going to be doing while I'm watching. Get your face in my sweaty stinking soccer socked feet that I've been wearing for the last 2 weeks practicing and at a couple of games, massage them and sniff and kiss them like your life depends on it. I don't wanna here a fucking sound from you except the sound of your kisses on my sweaty socked feet and your deep sniffing. Anything else you're going to get a big sweaty stinking sock kick in the face homo.

That's right faggot I won the toughest match of the entire wrestling competition. Can't wait to get home and have you worship my sweaty stinking socked feet that I've worn here all week and take some of this testosterone out on you with some fun sock abuse.

What? You can't breathe? Well I just caught you sniffing my stinking sweaty socks out of my laundry basket so isn't this what you want? I guess you'll just have to breathe a little harder through your nose while you're getting that stink in there huh? Yeah I'm going out for the night, have fun freak.

Congratulations on graduating from college fag. The economy's really bad out there so it's going to take you a long time to get a job so I guess you'll have to live here at home longer. It's lucky your mother took an evening position because you can spend a lot of time sniffing and worshiping and massaging my sweaty sock feet when I come home from work all the way until she gets home at 11:00, 11:30 at night. Aren't you glad that you have to stay home and keep getting to worship my stinking socks everyday? What's it been, through Junior High and high school and college? Yeah, no stepfather likes a sissy for a stepson. Believe me I'm going to do everything possible to make you stay here as long as possible with your face in my socks you little sissy.

Ya, wore 'em for four practices and two matches. Massage 'em asswipe. With your face.

It's going to be a fun six months.

the boy wails as the dildos fill him out, several bulbs slipping past the rim of his asshole and a big, fat dildo pressing uncomfortably against that sensitive spot inside his front hole. he’s too full and squirms involuntarily, trying to get away from the unwanted sensations, but his dom holds him down with a secure hand on his hip. once he’s adjusted slightly, they begin to buckle the boy up. he’s sniffling now, the cold metal against his soft tummy and waist making him fully realise the permanence of the situation he’s in. once the lock clicks in place his dom smiles proudly at him and gives him a kiss on the head, happy knowing his boy isn’t going to forget who his holes belong to anytime soon!

Did you just kiss my fucking foot? Ok. Let’s just have a quick recap of how the fuck this goes. You are just a throat and an asshole for me to use whenever my girl doesn’t want to put out. Or whenever I want anal because the good lil catholic girl would never. I don’t want you fucking kissing on me of trying lovey dovey shit. I literally use you body to masturbate my cock. When I am dirty and sweaty I use your tongue to clean my body. When I wanna piss I use your mouth and gut as urinal. Are you seeing the patten here? I use you. The only thing you should be doing is getting used. This isn’t a relationship. So stop being romantic and start being fucking useful. Don’t forget your place or you’ll lose it. Look at me I’m fucking perfect. I’m young. I’m straight. I’m dominant. That’s why you volunteered to be fuck meat. I could replace faster than you could scrub my toilet with your tongue. So I genuinely don’t care if you’re catching feelings fag. I don’t care how much you like the way my feet stink. I told you to lay there and lick them clean before u put on my new Nikes. I didn’t tell you to kiss my feet like we’re on a date. Lean back stick your tongue out and clean me. Make it fast too…Mariana wants to get laid tonight. I gotta pound out that first quickie nut in your asshole so I can last later and satisfy my woman. After she taps out I’ll be back down for round three and four. You know Mari can’t handle my libido… do a good job cleaning my feet now, and maybe I’ll consider wiping her cum off my dick before I make you suck it… That’s better. I like it when your eyes go blank. That’s how I know when you’re truly becoming an object for me. Don’t ever act like a person around me again… disappear. That’s the only way to please me. Ok, next foot. Don’t forget to keep on repeating in your mind that you are nothing, that you exist only as something for me to fuck my straight cock into whenever I need pleasure or to vent my frustrations. You’re nothing but something to service me, make my life easier and more convenient. You will never be anything more, and you are lucky I let you be my fuck toy. Oh god you’re sick. You better cover that hard on before I wail on it. If the way I treat you gets your rocks off that’s pathetic and I don’t wanna see or know about it.

Sweat from my apocrine glands caused by heat, exertion, and stress mixes with the natural bacteria on my skin. Which then causes that bacteria to go into a feeding frenzy that ultimately causes a strong scent that clings to my clothes, fills the air, and clings to my very long dark thick natural armpit hairs… that’s all it is. Yet somehow this strong pungent nasty smell makes you fully feral for me. This smell gets you horny, gets you high, the worse the stench is the more pliant and submissive you become… My sweaty pits even make you cum, and cum embarrassingly fast I might add! Last time you didn’t even make it to the second pit. I of course don’t mind my own scent, deep down I think every guy secretly loves his on body odor, but I can’t imagine how this could turn you on. I mean my armpits are a sex organ to you. It’s so easy to control you with a scent sometimes I can’t believe the simplicity! No ropes. No chains needed. Just a rank smell that happens naturally and boom… you’ll do anything to please me. You let me do whatever depraved sex acts I want… Just for this smell. Crazy really… I’m gonna try some new things that may be a bit shocking and painful or maybe just uncomfortable for you… submit and take it all. Whatever I dish out, and you know what your reward will be… for now just enjoy the smell that controls you from afar.

So bold of you to assume you are worthy of touching my body in any way… You are a special kind of idiot if you think having a big dick means anything to me. No I made you drive three and a half hours to smell my putrid gas while I rip farts directly in your stupid face. I had a massive birria burrito for lunch so I’ve got some potent oily loud thunderclaps coming your way. I’m gonna fart directly in your face just so you’re clear that I don’t respect you. It’s not even a turn on for me this is just to humiliate you and laugh at just how low you’ll sink for a nice wide jiggly ass. You’re gonna take these bombs right to the face and thank me until I’m board of you… then you’ll lick the bottoms of my sweaty feet clean and then fucking leeeeeave. After a few weeks of this if you’ve proven how depraved and pathetic you are I’ll consider taking the shorts off… mmmph fuck get down here. I feel one movin down the cannon… Mexican food aways boils in my guts. Mmm oh fuck it feels like it’s gonna be a big one. I bet it’s gonna be oily too uhn yeah there it goes keep your mouth open too. Wanna make sure you get the smell AND the taste…HmmnnnNN… PRRAAAATAATPAPA… oh fuck yeah that felt good. Damn it left my asshole slick. Stop coughing and get back in place… I think that one had a twin! Mouth. Open! And where’s my “thank you”?! So ungrateful. That’s why you’re down there tasting the smell of my fucking guts… mmmm god here it comes!

It was getting everywhere, he hiked my shirt up and began aiming for my bellybutton. His piss felt so hot I thought I was burning up. I panted and felt hornier than I could process. His piss flowed down in between my legs it was all over my crotch. I could smell it, and this close I could smell him. Even after a shower his musk was still there. I knew it well. I’d jerked off to every scent his body could produce and leave on clothes. Underwear, socks, the pit stained tees… this was way better. “I think you’ve got a small dick. I think you’re hiding it because I have a big dick. But sometimes guys with dicks like—” he trailed off. I don’t know where the boldness came from but I shot to my feet. My eyes were squeezed shut but I felt like I owed him after how amazing my golden shower felt. “Oh…oh look at that. That’s really special. You have no idea. To be that small is a blessing. It’s so cute.” He whispered. When I opened my eyes he had his eyes trained on my very hard almost 4 inch but not quite dick. Something about him looking at it that way undid years of shame and embarrassment. I laughed hysterically I think I teared up. “Everybody thinks they want a dick this big until they realize it’s more trouble than anything. Most people don’t even wanna face it. Your mom was into it until about a month after the wedding. These days I gotta beg for a hand job.” He said. He gave it another tug. He wasn’t fully hard and I started to think it was magic that there always seemed to be more of it. “Really? I never thought about it.” I said woozy on my feet. “Yes really…so after years of no action do you know how hot it is too know someone is fantasizing about this old thing…getting his rocks off to just the smell of the dick? Sometimes I try to time it so we can be getting our rocks off at the same time.” He said grabbing my chin. He gave me a light peck. I moaned. I reached out to grab it. “Aht aht. Don’t get me started right now.” He said scolding me. “Sorry!” I spat out. He leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Don’t be sorry, I want to fuck you. Give you the dick you’re dreaming about. The way you look at me makes me feel like a MAN. Makes me wanna get my dick inside you. It’s ok if you don’t want to. If this is just a fantasy and not something you really want…but if you do, I want you to leave your door unlocked. Wait naked for me so I can see the cute lil thing ache for me. Music, art, poetry, and anal sex are the greatest things man has brought to the world. Tonight I want you,” he kissed me on the cheek. He lifted his dick and slapped my hard nib with it. I winced and groaned. “Mmm yes.” He grabbed a robe and walked out of the bathroom. I was panting he popped his head back in. “Don’t wash that piss off. I wanna smell what I did to you later. Mmph. I gotta go or it’s gonna happen right here.” He said shaking his head. “I-I-won’t” I said. With one last lusty look at my hard lil peen, he left. I couldn’t tell you what happened the rest of the day. By 10:00 pm I was stark naked laying with my limbs sprawled waiting for him. My hard prick was like a sundial sticking straight up. At 10:04 my door opened. “Fuck. Perfect. Gooood boy.” He said closing the door behind him. “Good news, she took 4 melatonin… she’d dead to the world. Our first fuck can be as loud as we want. I’m not expecting you to take it all, I’m just expecting you to try.” He said. He pulled down his boxers, he was harder now it was longer and thicker than I had seen. I looked at the Star Wars poster on my wall. I sat up and gently grabbed his perfect cock. “Rick…there is no try. Only do.” I said starting to stroke him. “Fuck yeah boy. Fuck yeah!” He grinned ear to ear. I opened my mouth…

However, every now and then, He lets me worship His feet. I love the feeling of His feet (whether socked or bare) pressing against my face, lips, and nose as I inhale His sweat and stink. Often, when He permits me this privilege, He also says “you can jerk off if you want, faggot - just don’t get any on me.”

Not being spoken to, being spoken about. Forced to listen to every vile word, every one of their thoughts that makes your stomach twist, knowing theres nothing you can do about it but lie in your own tears and try to prepare for the worst. They're getting ever so closer to their destination, and you're not going anywhere.