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I got a message the next morning while I was making my bed.

Breakfast in bed.

I rushed to the kitchen and prepped his breakfast. Eggs, toast, coffee. I put it on a tray and knocked on his door.

"Come in."

He was lying on the bed, shirtless, sweatpants, not fully awake yet. Feet flat on the duvet in front of him. He looked at me as I set the tray down on the nightstand.

"Sit."

I sat on the edge of the bed.

He ate without rushing. I stayed where I was. When he finished he pushed the tray aside and looked at me.

"How long have you been into feet?"

"A long time. Since I was young."

"Did you plan this before we moved in?"

"Yes and no. I was hoping."

"But you knew you'd end up cleaning for me."

"Yes."

"And cooking."

"Yes."

"And you're fine with that."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"It turns me on."

He looked at me for a moment. "Do you touch yourself to this? To my feet specifically."

"Yes."

"God." He shook his head. "Pathetic."

I kept my eyes down.

"So what does all of this make you? You cook, you clean, you do what I say when I say it. And you're grateful for all of it."

"A slave."

"My slave. And me your Master. I know you filthy perverts love this shit."

He looked at his feet. Then at me.

"Kneel."

I got off the bed and onto the floor.

"Tongue out."

I opened my mouth and moved toward his left foot.

He kicked me in the face before I got there.

"I said lick. How do you respond."

"Thank you, sir."

I put my tongue to his left heel and licked all the way up. I covered every part of his sole, then his toes, I took each one, cleaned between them. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was in heaven.

I moved to his right foot and did the same.

"Give them a good rub now. Like yesterday."

"Yes, sir."

I worked both feet. Heels, arches, the balls of his feet, each toe. Slower this time.

"You're pathetic. I mean it. But I'll use you. I deserve it. You'll worship my feet. You'll worship me. I'm your God, not just your Master."

I couldn't hold myself. I started kissing his soles.

"I'll worship you and serve you however you want. Thank you for accepting me."

He kicked my face.

"You need training. You don't do anything without an order. Now get out and do your maid work. Dinner too. Fucking faggot."

I stood up and left the room.

I spent the rest of the day on the apartment. Laundry, floors, his bathroom. While he went to the gym and had some beers with his friends.

I prepped dinner and set the table at the time he said he would be back.

He arrived right on time and sat down.

"Under the table. Bow"

I got down without a word and crawled underneath. His feet were bare on the floor in front of me. I stayed still.

He ate above me.

When he finished he scraped what was left onto the floor in front of me. Then he pushed his chair back.

"Enjoy your dinner fag."

He went to his room.

I stayed on the floor and ate his scraps on all fours.

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Blake looked at his roommate holding the controller. It was his time for the game. Andy had it for the past few days. "It's my time to play it." He demanded.

"Oh, you know the routine." Andy smirked. "Same routine as the last three days. You have to earn it." He added while looking briefly at his tablet and back towards the tv screen.

"Not again." Blake pleaded.

"If you want to play, you know how to convince me." Andy added, not even looking at Blake. His focus was on the game screen.

Blake got down on knees beside him and began to massage his calves and feet. He had been a foot sub to his roommate the past three days. It was the only way Andy would let him have a turn at the game. He would spend over an hour massaging his feet while he gamed.

"Why don't you do something extra today?" Andy suggested as he looked directly at Blake.

"Like what?" Blake asked, wondering what extra his roommate wanted.

"LIke the full worship this time. Sniff between my toes and my whole foot. Add some kisses on my soles and lick them while you are doing that as well." Andy smirked and refocused on the game. "Well better get to it if you want some time on the game." He laughed a little.

Blake saw the manipulation Andy was playing, but he really wanted to play the game today. He put his nose between his toes and sniffed them, while kissing the soles of his roommate's feet. There was a slightly strong order from them, but not too overwhelming. He soon started to lick the soles of his feet and sucking on his toes. He licked betweeen his toes.

"Good foot boy," Andy paused for a moment. "You will get game time today after a couple of hours worshipping my feet." He added, smirking down at his roommate sucking on is toes. "It feels so good, foot boy." He paused the game and then picked up his tablet. He snapped several pictures of Blake at his feet. "I think I should post those with the caption of a good foot boy worshipping my feet." He said when Blake realized that pictures were being taken.

"Come on, Andy. Please don't do that." Blake pleaded. "It would be embarrassing." He pleaded even more.

"I will agree if you agree to be at my feet every day." Andy ssid. "Deal or no deal?" He then asked, knowing full well what Blake would decide.

Blake didn't want those pictures floating all over the internet. "Deal." He reluctantlly said after ten seconds of silence.

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Danny boasted at making the final score over his rival on the basketball court. Rick gloated over him so many times on how much he had beaten him that it got annoying. He just wanted to humiliate him so badly. He had made a bet with him that the winner reserved the right to make the loser do whatever he wanted. Rick took the bait feeling confident that he would win. This time he was so wrong about the outcome. Danny smirked proudly before his rival.

"Okay, you finally have beaten me." Rick reluctantly spoke. "What is it that I have to do for you?" He asked, since he did agree to the terms of the victory.

"That is actually the fun part for me." Danny smirked again. "You don't have to do anything but be useful until you are all used up." He added as he opened up his TF Pro Max app. He put in the setting for a stick of deodorant.

"What do you mean by that?" Rick asked him, feeling a little confused at what he meant.

Danny pointed the phone camera at Rick without offering any explanation and hit the flash option. Instantly, Rick was gone. In his place was a blue container holding a stick of deodorant. He picked it up off the court ground and held it proudly. To see his arch rival reduced to something so useful was very satisfying. He walked over to his bag and dropped it in. He couldn't wait till the morning to start using his new stick of deodorant.

Rick was so confused. He couldn't move or speak. He did find that he smelled really good for some reason. Wherever he was, it was dark. He could feel like a hand was picking him up and tossing him somewhere, but not sure where. It felt like an eternity of silence when light finally came. He saw Danny looking down at him. The thing was that he looked giant in size compared to him.

"You are probably confused at the moment. But I turned you into a stick of deodorant for me to use up at my leisure." Danny paused, still with a smirk on his face. "By the way, you smell so good. I know I will smell good as well thanks to you." He laughed.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Rick mentally screamed. He didn't want to be stuck like this. "Change me back, please! I don't want to be used up." He continued to scream, but no words came out. "Please don't do this!

Danny lifted up his arm and started rubbing his new deodorant into his arm pit. It felt so good to rub his arch rival under his arms. He knew that his new stick of deodorant would run out eventually, but that was Rick's problem. He would just go out and buy a new stick of deodorant in its place.

Rick could feel parts of himself being rubbed into Danny's arm pits. Each time he rubbed, more of himself was being absorbed into his arch rival's body to make him smell good. He was powerless to change his fate. It felt degrading and humiliating that he was used to make another man smell good while he gets used up like a common object.

After he was done, Danny recap the small container. There was still a lot of Rick left over to use up. He loved the way Rick had him smelling. "You're one damn good smelling deodorant." He laughed as he continued to get dressed for his day.

TWO WEEKS LATER.......

Danny rubbed the last of his new stick of deodorant into his arm pits. There was nothing left to be used. There was a small bit of sadness. He had gotten a lot of compliments about how good he smelled. "Damn, I really hate to see you all gone. You really had me get a lot of attention on how I smelled, but oh well. You were just deodorant after all." He said as he discarded the empty container into the trash can in his bathroom as though it was a common object. He walked out without a second thought.

"Do you prefer the view from above or below better? Make your decision before coming home tonight. If its from above, I will dangle you over my shoulders at the perfect hight to eat my ass upside down. If its below, then I will crush your face and gas you as my seat all night long! Choose wisely"

"You want my attention? But I told you tonight is my gaming night, a full two to three hour session. Tell you what, you act as my gaming chair, head on this chair, face pointed up, then my ass will give you it's full attention. Sniff every fart, and make love to my hole, then afterwards I'll give you the same amount of love you give my gamer ass!"

Dirty Desires : A Silent Place

The heat was intense as you lay on the floor with your face sank in between the two leather couch cushions. They muffled most of the sound but you could still hear the ceiling fan as you watched it spin around and around, trying to distract yourself as your boyfriend spoke with Steven. A few minutes pass by before you hear the door lock, followed by Steven walking over to you. He plants one meaty foot on either side of your laying body, facing the TV as he loaded up Call of Duty before looking down over his shoulder at you.

"I don't know what you did to your boyfriend to piss him off so much but I've been ordered to smother you to my full ability! You understand?" He laughs, watching as you process the cheer size of his ass cheeks. "Yes I do." You respond as you turn bright red from embarrassment. "Try again seat, I'm Sir Steven to you now!" He slowly squats down into a seated position. The heat radiating from his ass causes you to immediately break out in a massive sweat, while the stink made it impossible not to gag. "Yes Sir Steven, I understand." With you accepting your place he takes his place. Your face is immediately plunged into darkness and squashed against the doughy cheeks. Steven goes on call with his friends who are none the wiser to what he was sitting on. Just as you find a rythem to breathe, a wet fart slips out. Your groans and cries are powerful and loud enough to tickle Stevens hole and turn him on, but the size and fat of his ass result in silence falling upon his ears.

Too bad you had to go ignoring your boyfriends calls repeatedly.

Dirty Desires : Change of heart....and shoes.

The groans of your displeasure barely registered to your master through his dirty socks and shoe strapped to your face. Arms strapped down, legs in the same predicament, and no one left to help you as the regret already started to set in after you felt it was wise to resist your masters order to buy him new socks and shoes an hour ago. "But they are fine for now." You groaned when he asked.

The Wolf Pack : Post Game Payback

One minute you were celebrating the lacrosse win against Beacon Hills while walking out of the locker room, the next minute you were over the shoulders of one of their main players Jackson Whittemore. Something had caught your leg just as he picked you up, slicing it subtly to the point you didn't know if you imagined it. Then slowly as he walked with you over his shoulder, face resting against his lower back, you felt your body go numb from the neck down. "Hey, hey loser what did you do to me! You here me? What did you do?"

A few moments later you are dropped on the ground in the empty Beacon Hills Locker room, head cushioned on a thin layer of socks and sweaty uniforms that lay in a pile for Jackson to take home and wash as it was his turn. "You really that pissed you lost?" You smirk, smile immediatly fading when you try to move but can't. "You know you played dirty little man, and since the ref wouldn't even the score, I think I will!" Jackson darkly chuckles as he walks forward over your body until the scent of his sweaty feet stood still on either side of your face. "C'mon man, don't...."

The Wolf Pack : Stinking Sentence

You couldn't move, you couldn't speak, you couldn't resist what was coming. A few hours ago you thought it would be funny to prank the sheriff's office by breaking in the back and placing whoopie cushions on all the chairs so that they would go off tomorrow during the life interview. What you hadn't planned on was the Sheriff's son, Stiles, still being there with his man kissing and making out in the back. Not being able to outrun the older man you were easily caught and knocked out. Now you had come around to consciousness, expertly starpped into a custom chair by Stiles.

As you struggle at the cuffs on the side you see the hairy skin of Derek's ass slowly appear over you, the older man backing toward the chair to prepare to sit down. "I haven't washed in days! Stiles was supposed to suffer my unwashed hairy ass tonight, but you make a more fitting recipient!" He reaches around his back slowly and down to your mouth as he lowers, and just as he is about to slam down he pulls his socks from your mouth. You gasp instinctively for air, a fatal mistake.

"Tongue in hole now!" Derek demands immediately. Thrashing at the cuffs violently you don't listen and start screaming into his disgusting hairy crack. In response a fart slips into your mouth and you feel the hair seemingly grow an inch instantly. The smell was unbearable, already eye watering before the fart but now even worse. Worse again was his ass hairs, moist with sweat and fart residue, poking into yout nostrils and mouth. "Tongue in hole NOW!" Derek roars louder. You are too busy fighting against the ripe smell and urge to throw up to listen to his orders. A few minutes pass and another fart rips into your screaming mouth. This one is watery, and to accompany it coating your tongue is another inch of thick hair. Now half your tongue was covered in hair, and at least a couple inches inside your nose were blocked with the fart contaminated hair. Derek just sat there, allowing the combination of only breathing through his hairy fart mask, and the weight of his ass to break your spirit. "TONGUE IN DADDYS HOLE NOW!" You can't fight anymore, mentally destroyed from knowing his hair would just grow further and his gas would continue. Destroying the last of your pride, you slowly push your tongue through his forest and into his hole. Immediately you feel a small ripple on the tip of your tongue, a silent fart. He looks over his shoulder to see if your hands would fight, and if you would pull your tongue back. To his surprise and yours you stick it through. "Good boy!" His words echo as his hair slowly returns to normal.

Dirty Desires : Master Bruce's Bedside Sniffer

You close your eyes as the sound of his fart fills your ears. For the last hour you were eagerly sniffing the stinking air while you kneeled at his bedside hoping he would not wake up for a few more hours. "Thank you Master" you whisper, slightly gagging on the fart that was undoubtedly the product of the eggs he ate last night. He was luch gassier in his sleep, but you didn't care though, each fart induced gag was an honour in your eyes. Afterall no other sub would ever be in this position. Things just lined up perfectly, you were looking to serve, and he was traveling to your city but didn't want to pay extortionate hotel prices. Naturally you offered your place. His only condition was that you were not to look at his face without him wearing his dom mask. Now here you are, kneeling at the side of your guest bed sniffing your masters farts in your own home.

Look at you, pathetic slut. On your knees. Craving the humiliation. The degradation. Being pushed about. So now you whimper, whine and beg for me to lean back and plant my musky, hairy ass against your face. Pinning you against the wall. Making sure you won’t be able to move, nor escape. As your pretty face gets pushed between my hairy-ass-cheeks. Hair. Sweat. Musk. All covering your lovely face.

Imagine others finding out. That such a pretty girl, is now getting her face buried into the ass of a man. Buried between those ass-cheeks. Forced to inhale the scent of ass. Forced to stick out your tongue and lap it up and down those cheeks. Swirling your tongue around his puckered hole. Making out with it. While reaching your hands out and stroking his cock. Jerking him off into your hand. While tonguing his hairy bum.

Think about him leaning back and full on sitting on your face as you gasp for air. Using you as a chair. Using you as his seat. As you try to resist as best as possible. But end up being used as nothing more than a pretty little chair for him to enjoy.