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I slid my hands up his calves, then over his thighs, and up to his sides and gut, groping his chest before sliding back down, catching the drawstrings. I pulled the knot loose, and hooked my fingers into the waistband, and pulled softly. He lifted off the couch to let the shorts come down. His thick cock was slowly revealed, and once the tip was out, it slapped against his belly with a thwack. He reached down and pushed it up, and it towered above my face, radiating heat.

I turned my head to the side and closed my lips around the base, and pushed my tongue against the ridge and slid upwards. When I got to the top, I turned and slipped my mouth over the deeply red exposed head, swirling my tongue around the head. He groaned and rested his hand on my head, urging me downward until my tongue lapped at his balls.

Especially when it’s cute. Cuddle me tight, kiss my forehead, and call me your dumb little cocksocket. Call me that in the same tone you would call someone “love” or some other cute nickname.

If I’m taking a bath come in to talk about my day and casually unzip your fly and piss in my bathwater, without changing tone.

When I’m making dinner shove a barely lubed plug up my ass while kissing my neck and asking what we’re having.

Yes Sir!

i am honored to introduce my Master, Alpha O to the cyber-world.

i have been serving Alpha O for just over a year and a half in real-time. It is the grandest of understatements to say that he has completely upturned my life, and i am truly powerless to resist him and his continued destruction of me. And look at him - can You blame me? Many of you reach out to me to let me know just how much you enjoy some of my more brutal posts. I can say without any hesitation, most of them are based somewhat - if not fully - on true aspects of my life under Alpha O’s heel. The post about coming home to an eviction notice and sharing it with Alpha O only to be met with his totally amused smile? Totally true. I was panicking and he just smiled before telling me to “figure it out, faggot” and made me order him lunch before sending me off to scrub the toilet he’d kindly “left a mess” for me (I didn’t end up actually getting evicted - but making rent is a struggle every month and i am actively looking for a cheaper apartment - tough, when i already live in a studio).

Alpha O is the realest of the real. We knew each other in real-life through friends of friends. We weren’t close, but as I am sure you other betas know, encountering a true Alpha in the wild makes an indeliable impression that is not easily shaken. I was obsessed with Him - His body, His looks, His attitude - right from the get go. I couldn’t get him off my mind. Whenever our worlds would collide and I had the true honor of conversing with him, I would break out in a full body sweat and mumble through a conversation. I remember he’d get this smug look in his eyes and a subtle smirk would appear on his face - fully aware of and enjoying the effect he was having on me. But that was the extent of it for years. Random interactions here and there. But all the while, my desire to be HIS grew and grew, despite the utter improbability of that ever happening.

But life is full of surprises.

It started out with a pathetic lie on my part. Something I knew would peak his interest and enable me to converse with him again. Alpha loves his sneakers. I’d see him post all the time about this new shoe or that new shoe. Yeezy’s, Nike’s, old school, new stuff - whatever. He liked it all. Knowing nothing of the sneaker world save for the object of my desire’s interest in them, I reached out to him online and made up a story about having a hook-up on some sick new yeezy’s. He was immediately interested and I asked him to let me know if there were any shoes he had his eye on and that I would reach out to my “friend.” He immediately took me up on my offer and sent me several options. It was at that point I became aware of just how costly and difficult to obtain shoes like yeezy’s are. They’re not just available at the store - rather they’re released on specific dates and are immediately snatched up and sell out within minutes. The shoes are then resold for multiple times their initial cost. My plan of simply buying the shoes myself and pleasing him went out the window immediately. I’d fucked up.

We went back and forth a bit over the next few weeks, me admitting that I hadn’t known how difficult these shoes were to get and that I had overestimated my “friend’s” connection. He was cool and ready to be done talking about it with me, and I knew I had to make a move if this attempt at getting on his good side was going to have been worth it. I let down all pretense of pride and just proceeded like the submissive beta male I am and simply apologized to him for my inability to follow through on my end of the deal and I asked him if he would allow me the honor of just buying him a pair of shoes myself to show how sorry I was. He was, obviously, taken aback. He said I didn’t need to do that, that he appreciated my trying to help, but I insisted and said it would be a privilege. His tone changed slightly as he said “you’ve seen how expensive these shoes can be, right?” I confirmed that I had and he laughed and said “well shit, if you want to spend your own money on getting some sick shoes on my feet, I’m not going to stop you.” And so, I did. I further lowered myself during that process, saying I was too confused by the ordering /release process and couldn’t figure it out - which was true. I asked him if I could just send him the money directly, since he was much smarter and more capable when it came to this stuff. More laughter, and then it happened. The first time of many. He sent a simple, short message that rocked my world and continues to rock it to this day. “Sure. Send $850 to my paypal.”

And i did.

He received the cash and said “got it. Haha can’t believe you just paid $850 on a pair of shoes for me.” I asked him, “Do you enjoy the fact that I did?” He responded, “FUCK YEAH!! It’s awesome! I love it, I just don’t know why you did.” At this point, i was already dizzy and was jerking my little dick to one of the most intense orgasms of my life (something i no longer have the ability to do - more on that later). I couldn’t believe how seamlessly things had gone down. I’d sent him money for shoes. He was loving it. I was loving it. In my dizzy state of servil success, i just went for it. I came clean. My phone in one hand, my little dick between two fingers of the other i told him i liked it too. In fact, i told him, that there had never been a friend and i apologized for leading him on. I just wanted to buy him shoes. And, i said, maybe we could make it a semi-frequent thing. Not $800 everytime obviously - bc at the time, I thought that would be crazy - but a couple hundred every now and then on shoes that caught his eye here and there. “Are you serious?,” he inquired. “Why? Are you some sort of shoe freak? Haha.” I told him no, not a shoe freak. But that I was a submissive beta male who lives to serve and please true Alpha Males and that he was the single greatest example of Alpha Maledom i had ever encountered and I’d wanted to submit to Him and serve him since the moment i first met him. I waited for a response. I couldn’t even breathe. I’d never been on such a high before, just waiting - blood pulsing loud in my temples, and then, it came. His response: “You’re fucking right I am, worm!”

It was done. I was His

Over the next few weeks, we chatted here and there, referring to the first of many transactions and what had transpired because of it. He also told me that he had been doing some research after our conversation and he understood more where I was coming from. He asked “how low of a beta faggot are you, exactly?” My knees trembled. I explained that as true as an Alpha he was, I was at least double in my authentic faggotry. i said i truly live to serve and please an Alpha Man like him and whatever He may dream up for me to do in terms of accomplishing that was fully acceptable to me. I told Him that he didn’t need to ask when he wanted another pair of shoes or anything at all - He never had to ask for anything. I existed to obey and serve and I wanted him to enjoy the power that came with truly owning a submissive beta bitch that he could boss around and bark orders at. He was more than down. I said that I fully accepted that he was a straight man and that he had no sexual interest in me and I never expected to do anything physical with him. He laughed and said not only will I never do anything physical, but that I would never even see him naked, but he’d turn my brains into scrambled eggs teasing me with his body and what I’ll never get. He told me he loved the idea of humiliating and degrading me and I told him that seeing him laugh because of some humiliation or degradation I was suffering due to him would be the greatest honor of my life. I have since been very, very honored.

For the next few months, i averaged a pair of shoes or two a month, usually about $200-$300, with a pricy pair thrown in every three months or so. He would also send me receipts for dinners with his girlfriend, supplements, car washes, etc. The most special occasions were when he would surprise me at the restaurant where I work with his girlfriend in tow (Mistress is an absolutely Alpha Queen knockout herself and their presence together is legitimately disruptive). He’d make me show them to a table and then take care of them, making sure I was on my knees every single time I was at their table (odd, but not obviously so from onlookers perspectives). I would serve them whatever food and drinks they ordered, making sure to keep their drinks full and to ensure they had everything they needed at all times. I learned the hard way the embarrassment that came from overlooking some aspect of their meal. By this point, Alpha O had taken to referring to me as “Wallet,” and on one occasion where his girlfriend required more dressing and I wasn’t around he bellowed out at top of his lungs “WALLET!!!” I came scurrying from the kitchen, red faced and sweating and he continued, in only a slightly quieter fashion “where the fuck have you been??” I apologized and attempted to mumble out an excuse but he cut me off and said “does it look like she has enough dressing for her salad?” “No, Sir,” i admitted. “Go get her another side of it and bring me your bag.” I did as i was told, neevous and trembling. I handed her her dressing and Him my bag. He opened it and fished out my wallet, yanking out the $150 or so dollars I had in it and threw my bag back to me while counting the cash and putting it in his pocket (his girlfriend smiling sinisterly besides him). “Much better, don’t you think wallet?” “Yes Sir,” i croaked from my knees besides their table, thankful that nobody around seemed to be any the wiser to what was occurring. He continued, “In fact, I shouldn’t even have had to even ask you for MY money, wallet, so from now on, whenever we come in, you’ll hand over every last dollar you have on you at the time and I NEVER want to hear an excuse, understood? You just say “yes Sir” and “thank you sir”. Whether you can pay your rent or your bills is not my concern, and remember, I can always take more if I want, so just be happy with what I’m demanding the first time.” And that’s how it would go. They would come in, order up a storm for free, and while I could have just comped the whole meal, Alpha O didn’t want me to get off that easy. Instead, at the end of the meal, i would present them with a checkbook, inside of which would be their bill with a copy of my credit card receipt stapled to it. The tip line would be scratched out. The total re-written to really let it sink in, and on the left side of the booklet would be all the cash I had happened to have on me that day along with a note thanking Alpha O and praising some aspect of Him or His physique. It was... intense. But just to emphasize how quickly and fully He had come to embrace his role and authentically occupy it, he started making me hide a glass in the restroom whenever he entered. At the end of the meal, He would get up and slip off to the restroom without any warning. It was my duty to pay attention and to be kneeling outside the door whenever He came out. Thankfully, the restrooms were right beside a server station so I could almost-convincingly look as though i was looking for something on the floor - i just never knew how long I’d have to kneel or who may come along and see me. When he’d come out, he’d step up to me and again, hoping nobody happened to be walking by, I’d lean forward and kiss the tops of his shoes - usually shoes I had bought Him - and thank him. He’d pat my head and say “good wallet. Remember: video. And thank me.” I’d nod and offer him a “yes Sir,” before slipping into the restroom, finding the now full glass of his warm piss and film myself thanking him for the privilege of serving him before chugging down the whole glass of his superior straight piss.

Sometimes, I’d come out of the restroom and He and His Girlfriend would be still at the table, watching the video and laughing their asses off. Sometimes they’d be gone, and I’d be on cloud nine for the rest of the day, His piss on my breath throughout the rest of my shift.

Somewhere around the 6th month he discovered the concept of chastity and had me order a small pink cage for “your baby dick.” Since then, i stay locked 24/7 and he holds the key on a key-ring next to my building key and my apartment key - we now refer to my apartment as His Fuck Pad, and its a place he brings his side bitches to fuck. He’ll usually do this while I am at work, sending me pics to tease and torment me, or he’ll bring over his laundry and send me to my laundry room, telling me to stay there, wash, dry and fold all of his laundry and wait for a text telling me He was finished. He’d always leave my apartment and sheets a mess and on the occasions i was lucky enough to be in his presence following one of his fuck dates, he’d make me kneel before Him, stuffing his used condom - slick with the juices from whatever slut’s pussy He’d destroyed and full of his thick, potent load - into my mouth. He usually takes off shortly after he’s finished, making me bring his laundry to his car and telling me to suck on my treat until he texts me that He is home, but sometimes, He’ll hang out, order dinner on my card and make me offer my back as His foot rest. On VERY special days, he’ll tell me to lay on my back and He’ll use my face as his foot rest and on those occasions, i have truly never been happier or more fulfilled (despite my little cock frustratingly straining against the confines of its cage). On one not so special occasion, he was so disappointed with the sex because the chick he brought over couldn’t take his cock in her pussy, that he bent me over the soiled sheets of my bed and paddled my ass until i almost blacked out. He refers to that occasion WHEVEVER He detects the least bit of resistance or ingratitude from me, as it is a pain i never want to experience again and actively fear.

After we passed the one year mark, He got a little sentimental, reflecting on the year and thanking me for truly allowing this Alpha Asshole He always knew was inside him to come out and flourish. He explained how much He LOVED the power He has over me and how pumped and happy it makes Him to take my money and humiliate me. i was thrilled to hear Him say this, so much so, that i wasn’t really listening when He said that now we can really get serious and that we were beyond this kids play bullshit - almost as if the compliments and expressions of happiness were offered by design. Remember how I mentioned that at the beginning of all this i had told him that obviously I couldn’t afford to buy him $800 shoes EVERY month? Well, dear reader, it turns out, I could. And he showed me how.

Leaving behind the “kids play bullshit” meant signing me up to take over most of his bills and to put my card on a website that allows you to make installment payments on high priced shoes. So now, he gets new shoes all the time and each month, my card is auto-deducted for the installment payments for however many shoes I am still paying off. With that, plus his gym membership and utilities, i am now spending about $1200 directly via auto payments each month. An amount that still makes me dizzy and i can’t believe that i have found a way to do so. Well, to be fair, He found a way for me to do so. i had a breakdown in May because of the demand and He came over, saying He was going to help me figure it out. That resulted in Him having me get in my car and driving it to a few lots until we got a good price for it. He allowed me to keep the money, telling me not to be a dumb faggot and spend it, so that the months ahead would be more manageable. I had already borrowed money from some friends and family up until that point, so once i had paid them back and caught up on my own bills, the money from my car didn’t really stretch that far so by end of July, i was again freaking out so once again, He came over and literally slapped some sense into me before sitting down and going through my finances line by line. He cancelled Netflix, he cancelled Spotify. He asked when the last time my skinny, weak ass had gone to the gym and I told him it had been months, which he had expected, so i called and cancelled that. It didn’t feel like progress, as combined it still resulted to less than $100 and drastically limited cheap entertainment i could try to enjoy in my newly improvised state. But He was insistent. He then pointed out that besides rent, my biggest expenses were Lyfts and Uber’s that i now relied on since losing my car. He asked me if i thought i was special or something. i said that i did not and he slapped me again and told me to “ride the bus like the trash you are then!” So now, i am required to send him pictures of me during my bus commute to and from work everyday. Speaking of work, since i work in a restaurant, He said i should NEVER spend a cent on food and it was my responsibility to stock up at work to get me through my days off. Again, i’m required to send him pics of my usually humbling meals. For his part, he loves sending me pics of his luxury sports car and the meals he enjoys with and without his girlfriend. Brutal, but undeniably hot and every bit the cruel, demanding Alpha i couldn’t even have dreamed i’d be serving.

And to his credit - i can afford the payments now. Barely. I have very little left over and am still late on rent each month, as he still has me pay for random things here and there “like cleaning supplies, toilet paper, paper towels, etc when i come over to clean the apartment He shares with His Girlfriend (who is always kind enough to write out a list of special instructions or random chores that she wants to be done that day. She also leaves me a pair of her panties for me to put on over my caged clit while i clean their home - Alpha O always takes a pic of the humiliating sight and sends it to her if she isn’t home).

And that has been life for the last year and a half, and here we are at another milestone along the way! I’ve told Alpha O so many times how He is the greatest Master a fag could dream of serving in every way possible and i would know as I’ve served several over the years. i tell him how it’s so real, authentic and natural with Him, and that so many other Masters have to fake it or are down right betas posing as Doms. I’ve told him he could make a killing on the scene and he’s always resisted it - until now. So with all of that said, it is my true honor to introduce Alpha O to all you lucky fags, betas, cash-slave’s and humiliation hounds.

My bully called out to from the living room, interrupting the long list of chores i still had to do. i meekly shuffled in to find him posing shirtless in all of his Alpha glory.

“How’s the move going, fag?”

“Almost done, Sir.”

Today was the day. He has made me move out of the apartment i had lived in alone and today, home would be medium sized dog cage He had managed to make a little room for in the corner of his garage. The “moving” in question was me placing all my left over furniture and things he had decided to keep as His own in their new home: His. Everything else had been sold and the profits deposited into His and His girlfriends vacation fund.

“Excellent. Well, since it’s a special day, I figured I’d give you a treat. Lay down on your back underneath me, faggot.” i did as i was told, soon feeling his girlfriends foot on my stomach as she used me as a step to sit next to him on the couch. He lifted his legs and i soon saw his sweats slide down and off his legs, over my head. His huge, rank feet came down and rested on my face. “No peeking, queer.”

i lay there while the unmistakable sounds of a lengthy blowjob filled my ears, smelling his huge feet. Feeling stupid. About 15min into his bj, he uttered one word, “lick!” I began to drag my tongue all over his soles and in between his toes, a sensation that exponentially improved the pleasure he was experiencing. About ten minutes later, the unmistakable grunts of an orgasm filled the room.

A few moments later, his feet lifted from my face, allowing me the gift of sight again. I saw him leaning over his knees, smiling down at me; his face flushed from his awesome afternoon blowjob. Then his girlfriend appeared next to him; also looking down at me. Also smiling. Then he simply said “open,” and i did, “she spit a mouthful of his superior cum into my mouth.”

Master Jay’s note: Remember this faggot? After abusing it all weekend it confessed to Me this morning that it still felt raped (which I should, of course). This evening it asked Me to allow it to write about its experience. Read below for a few insights into a fag’s mind!

Six months ago, I would have laughed at the idea that I would allow myself to be abused by a cash master.  In all honesty, I had seen many cash master blogs and rolled my eyes at them.  But that all changed a few months ago.  It all started when a straight, black dominant top demanded that I give him some gas money before he would use me.  At first I rolled my eyes, but in a fit of horniness agreed.  After it was over, I felt a rush of being used and manipulated that way.  After a few encounters like that, I started to dip my toes in the water here and there with a number of doms.

Then I met Cash Master Jay late one night.  It all started innocently enough with a small tribute to prove that I was serious.  Then we got on cam and I was struck by how sexy he was.  After a little while he made me play the game of spin the wheel and I immediately started racking up some significant debts.  Every time I would spin the wheel I would feel more out of control and a complete loss of power to Jay.  It was a combination of excitement and dread all at the same time.

Over the course of the next few days, we played a few times.  And, even though I knew I couldn’t afford to rack up more debt, I couldn’t stay away.  In two different sessions, Master Jay made me piss into a glass and drink it (and then charge me for it).  The humiliation of being ordered to do that combined with having to pay for something that most would consider so disgusting was a huge turn on.

When I thought things couldn’t get any worse for me, Master Jay ordered me to install and use Teamviewer so that he could take his payments directly.  The idea made me hard at first, followed by a huge sense of terror and dread.  But I did as was told.  The Teamviewer sessions started simply enough.  Each time Master Jay would go into my PayPal account and take money my heart would leap.  

In our last session, Master Jay ordered me to log into Paypal and open Teamviewer.  I was instructed to get high on poppers and then jerk off.  He told me that he would continue to cash drain me until I came.  I was terrified at the thought but did as I was told.  To add a new twist, he completely locked me out of my keyboard.  I couldn’t move the mouse or type anything to stop his cash drains.  There was nothing standing between my PayPal and bank account and Master Jay’s account.  Truly scary!

Every time he would go to my Paypal and hit “send money” I would get hard, but then would go soft again and get nervous as I would see the amounts being entered at random:, starting around €25, €30, and €50. No sooner would I see the confirmation screen that money had been sent, then Master Jay would click the button “send more money” and start all over again.  The dread and fear kept me from being able to cum quickly, which Master Jay used to his advantage.  The final drain was €75, which pushed me over the edge.  By the time it was all done, more than €400 had been drained from my account to his.

I had trouble sleeping and when I woke up in the morning was greeted by a notice that my bank account was overdrawn.  I also had to borrow some cash from a friend to get by for a few days.  I’m not sure how I’m going to manage being able to get back on track, but that’s my problem to figure out and not Master Jay’s.  

Which fag’s confessions will be the next I post? Surrender, submit and tribute fags!

Kik: MasterJay32

“Damn dude, it must have been, you’ve never reeked like this. You gotta put those things away or take a shower, you’re gonna kill me otherwise.”

Chuckling, he admitted, “We wouldn’t want that. You’re a great roommie, you don’t complain when I work out in the dorm like my last roommate did, and since you love to cook, you’re always making dinner for us. There’s no way I’d land another perfect roommie like you.” With that he picked up his sweat-soaked socks, got up, and walking backwards toward the bathroom flung his socks toward the hamper we both kept toward the back of the dorm room. He overshot and instead of getting it in the hamper, it landed on the pillows on my bed before sliding off onto the bed.

“Okay, seriously, dude?” I WAS annoyed, but a smile still crept across my face.

“Hey, man, we all have off days, what’s one wrong shot in the midst of a thousand right ones?”

“Okay Mr. Jr Philosophy, but can you get your sock off my bed?” I quipped back, rolling my eyes.

“That’s Mr. Philophosy to you. And sure, bro, if you want me to rub all my sweat on your pillows while I’m at it. Grind my pits all up on ‘em! May not even need a shower after using your pillows to get up all this shit!” He started flexing while talking and could barely finish what he was saying, he was laughing so hard at his idea of a joke.

“Yeah, uh, never mind then, I’m good.” I tried to sound irritated, but while it wasn’t all that funny, his sense of humor did always get a smile on my face.

“Anyway, bro, after my shower lets hit the diner, I’m fucking starving man!” Before I could even respond, he had entered the bathroom and closed the door. I still had a bit of work to do, but I was, admittedly, pretty hungry, so I quickly turned back toward my laptop and got back to work trying to quickly finish up my homework before leaving.

-

Thirty minutes later and we had ourselves a table at the diner and some of their food. It wasn’t much, but I wasn’t going shopping for groceries until tomorrow, so this was what we had to get for tonight.

“Bro, I know I mentioned earlier how you’re perfect and all because you make me dinner, but like, I’m always reminded of just how perfect you are when I have to eat this shit.” This is what he said, but his actions, specifically the fact that he was scarfing down his food like it was the best damn meal in the world might tell outsiders otherwise.

But I knew Riley. Scarfing down food to others might symbolizing enjoying the food, but Riley’s appetite was, unfortunately for him, matched by his refined taste for food. If he didn’t like it, he would scarf it down as quickly as possible to avoid having to actually taste the food. I learned this the first time I made dinner for us both. It wasn’t anything special and there were a few hiccups due to that being my first time operating in a new kitchen, but when I saw how slow he was eating, I was afraid he didn’t like it and was just trying to be polite. But thirty minutes later, after trying to focus on something else to distract me from being embarrassed, he came asking me for seconds, and potentially thirds. I happily obliged, but asked him why he ate so slow, to which he revealed to me how much he loves a good meal. I never felt I was anything special, but Riley always new how to compliment me in just the right spots, picking up on things I was sure nobody would notice or telling me how my food is practically gourmet. It didn’t provide an ego boost so much as it simply made me want to cook for him even more. But groceries being what they are, are not something I’m able to afford for every day of the week.

“I’m glad you like my food,” I chuckled, “I’ll be sure to make something extra good for tomorrow.”

“Dude, everything you make is at least extra good, if not better. We just need a way to get you making food every night. I know we’ve talked about the costs before, but there’s gotta be a way.” He pleaded, making puppy dog eyes. “My stomach would be eternally grateful to you.”

It would be pretty hard, but if I planned my meals almost entirely around sale items, I might manage to scrounge up enough for the entire week. Damn, there was just something about him that made it so hard to say no, but he never abused that so it hasn’t ever been a problem. “I’ll try, but then you run the risk of the food not being as good or—“

Before I could even finish he cut me off, “Anything you make will be amazing, dude, you’re a fucking genius in the kitchen. You have no idea how glad I am that I’ll finally be able to eat real food again everyday.” He was really just working me dry here with the expectations, but again it was hard to say no to him. “Anyway, bro, I got some homework that needs finishing, but there are some parts that I’m struggling with. Do you mind helping me out?” Finishing the last of my food I nodded and got ready to leave. Like I said, there was just something about him and I couldn’t say no.

-

By the time I finished helping him with his homework it was already well past 11pm, and since I had some early classes and some grocery shopping to do I immediately showered after making sure he didn’t need my help anymore. Today had been such a long day, thankfully I avoided most of the heat since my classes ended before it reached its peak, but I was still worn out. After brushing my teeth, I practically collapsed on to my bed. And unlike any other time before, I immediately fell asleep.

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That night I had some pretty strange dreams. I was really stressed over perfecting a meal and when I finished it, I went through a whole process of plating it to look as perfect as possible. When I finished, I brought it over to Riley, for some reason on my hands and knees. When I got to him, he looked it over scrutinizingly before taking it and praising me, “Good job, boy(?)” I couldn’t tell if he said bro or boy, I don’t know why he would say the latter although that’s what it sounded more like. “While I take care of this, why don’t you chew on this for me?” And before I could react his socked foot was shoved in my mouth. After that, the dream devolved into the sensation of chewing, chewing on his socks. They were salty, warm, and moist. I know normally I’d be disgusted but in this dreamscape it was meant to be praise from Riley and so I felt... proud? Then the chewing was accompanied by stifled laughter and slowly, it became more solid and more real until I opened my eyes and saw my roommate watching me from his bed laughing his ass off.

“Whmnf?” I tried speaking only to finally realize I had something in my mouth. Pulling it out, I realized, to my horror, why my dream had been so weird. It was revealed that I actually had been chewing on his socks, the ones he had thrown onto my bed that I had forgotten, until now that is.

“Dude, that is so fucking sick!” My own realization of the situation only seemed to prompt increased laughter from Riley.

“What the hell dude? How long was that shit in my mouth? Why didn’t you do something?!” I was angry, but more than that I was embarrassed, I could feel my face flush and felt light-headed.

“Calm down, bro. It’s not that big of a deal. I got up an hour ago to work out, and after getting dressed, I saw you had that shit by your face and then all of a sudden you just stuck it in your mouth and started sucking the hell out of it.”

“Wh-“ I couldn’t even find the words to respond. “Why didn’t you do anything?”

“I thought you would have woken yourself up, dude. I mean, you saw how fuckin’ sweaty I was yesterday. I was sure you were gonna spit that shit out and start dry-heaving. But nope, you honestly looked like you were enjoying it. May have even heard a few moans.” I knew he was joking, but the humiliation was getting to a point that I couldn’t bear.

“Anyway, I’m going to go make some breakfast.” I huffed, shutting the conversation down.

“C’mon dude, you know me, and you know I’m joking. We both know I’m not the kind of guy to take shit like that seriously. Just calm down, dude, it’s really no biggie.” His words felt very sincere, and while he could have a crass sense of humor, I DID know that he wasn’t the type of guy to take anything like that beyond a joke. Regardless, I could still feel the sting of humiliation, something I think he could sense. “Let’s just make things even then, how about that? It was awkward for you to wake up like that, so I’ll say something awkward about me and then we’ll be even!”

“I don’t think that’s how that works—“ I interjected, but my cut-off was subsequently cut-off by him.

“All that may have happened by chance, but I did find it kind of hot. I mean let’s just take you out of the picture and pretend there’s just a blank slate where you are. The idea of someone sucking on my sweaty socks? That’s fuckin’ sick, but like, kinda hot too. Like I know a lot of guys won’t admit it, but foot rubs fuckin’ turn me on and that’s like taking it a step further. Y’know? I mean I’m sick for thinking that. But like I said, this is all about a blank slate and about how I’m pretty sick too.” This is about a blank slate, he said, but I was the one who put that idea in his head, even if by chance. I got what he was doing, but it just made me feel more humiliated. Like he somehow he knew the dream I had. “Anyway, bro, I’ll have whatever you’re making. I had just sat down to see how long you were gonna last on that thing, still got my morning run to finish.” With that, he headed out the door.

-

I started making breakfast, nothing too extravagant, but it was something I had been saving for more of a special occasion. They were breakfast griddles, which happened to be one of my favorite breakfast foods, they also happened to be one of Riley’s favorites as well. He always nagged me on when I would make them, and since I used the same ingedients for other meals, it wasn’t a matter of making them before they went bad, just a matter of making them when I needed more of a pick-me up, and boy did I need that today.

As I was cooking the griddle, I couldn’t help but think back to my dream last night. It was so surreal, I know dreams typically are, but they are always grounded in a way that separates them from reality. Like even when you can’t necessarily tell that you’re dreaming, everything still feels hazy in them. But not last night, as bizarre as it was, it felt grounded in reality, it felt like it was really happening. Riley naturally has a pretty lean build, he’s not overly muscular, so when he wears long-sleeved shirts and jeans, he doesn’t necessarily look as fit as he is. But from experience watching him workout and seeing him shirtless quite a bit, I knew just how much muscle his lean build hid. Unlike him, I didn’t have practically any muscle. Thankfully my metabolism never really slowed, and so it’s helped me maintain a good weight, but I’ve never been much of an athlete or a gym junkie, so while I haven’t been chubby, I also haven’t been very toned. This dream played off of that notion, I remember feeling so small and weak compared to him, like if I failed to please him, he could have easily stepped on and crushed me instead. And then there was the focal point of the dream: his feet. I knew for a fact that his feet weren’t massive, but still pretty big at size 13 compared to my size 9. But in that dream, I remember that although he shoved all five of his socked toes in my mouth, they had to stretch it beyond what it’s realistically capable of. One foot of his had easily been as wide as my head, not to mention longer. Meaning he easily could have covered my entire face with just one foot. With two... well, if he had done that, I think I would have been in a position where I never could have gotten out. But then I remember feeling so proud when he rewarded me by letting me suck and chew on his sweaty socked feet. Would I have even wanted to get out from beneath his feet?

I suddenly felt so disgusted by myself for thinking these thoughts that I was instantly knocked back into reality to find I had been so distracted I had burned the first set of griddles. “Shit,” I muttered. I had just enough before for both of us, but I cooked them in two batches that had enough for each person per batch. Which meant now I only had enough for us to each get half the normal amount. I sighed, dumping the burned batch into the trash bin and started the next batch. This time I wasn’t going to take my eyes off of them or let my mind wander anywhere. If I had to keep a laser focus to make sure they got done, then I would and I’d make sure they were damn near pearfect while I was at it.

And perfect they were. I felt pretty good with how well they turned out and could honestly feel my mouth water just looking at them. I moved them on to a single plate, and grabbed the now unused plate, tucking it under my arm and made my way back to our room.

When I got back, Riley was already back, but seeing as he was still taking off his shoes, I would have guessed he’d only just got back.

“Holy shit dude, that looks fucking amazing!” I could already see him drooling. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, I swear you could get famous off of your cooking. But if that happened, I wouldn’t have you all to myself anymore. So on second thought, let’s keep you my little secret.” He had a big ass grin across his face as I placed the plate down on his dresser. Finally noticing only one plate of food instead of two, he asked, “what happened, man? Did we only have enough stuff for one batch of these? Or did you decide you weren’t hungry? I mean I’m not complaining, you know I could eat these all day.” He started peeling off his socks, and out came a big waft of his foot funk, and I suddenly felt extremely light-headed, not in a sick-way but just, like I needed to sit down. Before I even responded he already started digging in to the first one. “You are a fucking mad man!” He brought his foot up to my shoulder and lightly shoved me, it was meant to be a gesture of praise but with how fatigued I suddenly felt, it was enough to knock me back quite a ways. Thankfully I regained my balance and promptly sat on my bed to prevent actually falling over. “Sorry man, I didn’t think I did it that hard. It was just that these are so fucking good, I need you to write down the steps or something because this is how I’d like ‘em all the time. But I didn’t mean to actually shove you.”

“No, no, you’re good. I actually am feeling a little under the weather. Once I got to the kitchen, I wasn’t sure I really wanted anything anymore, but you mentioned wanting something and I know how much you love these, so I decided to make them.” It was a half-lie. I wasn’t hungry anymore, but either way it didn’t matter. At least that solved the matter of only making one batch.

“Don’t think you feeling bad is side effect of this morning, eh? Or maybe that’s why these turned out so good?” My face flushed red again as he burst with laughter, “If that is the reason these are so good, you better watch out because I may try to sneak a few more socks into your mouth, or do you think if I do it with my bare feet these might taste even better?”

This was still embarrassing, but I was somehow getting used to it, and without thinking I quipped back “I guess we’ll have to find out.” I could not believe I just said that. Again, my mouth seemed completely disconnected from my brain, running on auto-pilot because I followed up with: “And did you mean doing that before cooking or now?” I almost slapped myself I sounded so fucking stupid! Not only did I basically just tell him to now purposefully repeat this morning but with his bare feet, I insinuated the potential to fucking do that right now!

“I never knew you were this sick, dude. I mean come on, my feet are really fucking sweaty and dirty, and I know you can smell that rank shit. Did my sock sweat jumble up some of your brain cells? You’ve never acted like this before.”

His quizzical stare seemed to bore straight into my soul, and like a complete fucking idiot I replied: “I mean, again, there’s only one way to find out.” As soon as those words left my lips I got up and left. I could not believe I just told him to stuff his sweaty socks in my mouth to see if it would affect how I acted. What made that even more embarrassing was the fact that the answer was pretty clear: it did.

-

I went to my classes for the day, thankfully none of the lectures were very note-heavy because I hadn’t brought anything since I left so abruptly. I got something to eat from the diner before heading to the grocery story. I scanned the aisles for sale items and noticed a few things. But I wasn’t really feeling them. Then I noticed that they were having a sale on ground beef, buy two get one free. One of Riley’s favorite dinners was meatloaf covered in a sauce made from ketchup, dijon, and mayo, served with mashed potatoes and stuffing. I grabbed three of the ground beef and headed around the store collecting the other ingredients, this would be enough for three days of the week. Then I grabbed some sale items along with a couple eggs for omelettes, another dish ranked highly on Riley’s favorite food list. I went to check out and felt my eyes widen when I saw the price. I got so many sale items but it was still way more than what I normally pay for groceries, and Riley wasn’t here to split the bill. Getting all of this would really crack into the money I’ve been saving, but I decided to go on and get it, remembering how excited he looked last night. The events from earlier today slipped to the back of my mind and all I was focused on was how happy Riley was going to be when I brought out his dinner.

-

After I got back to our dorm room, I noticed he was still out. He didn’t have any evening classes, so he must be working out, only so much he can do with the equipment that can fit in our room. As I brought the ingredients for the food into the kitchen a thought slipped into my mind about how hot it was again today. I don’t know why I thought of that, but it slipped back out as discretely as it slipped in as I got laser focused for the dinner I was about to make. I wanted it to be sheer perfection.

Fifty minutes later, and while I was never an ego maniac, I daresay sheer perfection was what I had achieved. God, maybe his socks did do something to improve my cooking, I thought. Laughing to myself, I followed that thought with another: only one way to find out.

Walking back to the dorm room, my heart was thumping. I don’t know why but I felt suddenly very nervous about what I made, it was incredible... but I was still worried about whether it was enough. As I entered the room, I could tell that he was back, again seemingly just so, as he was about to unlace his shoes, but stopped when I came in.

“I know it’s your favorite, and so when I saw it at the store I knew I had to get it.” I explained as I presented dinner to him. I don’t know why, but my auto-pilot mouth left out the part about it being on sale, perhaps to try and not diminish the idea of the thought that went into picking out the meal.

He was silent for a couple seconds, but he was smiling, so I assumed it wasn’t because something was wrong. “Honestly, I have never seen anything more perfect. I mean, jokes aside, your food has always been incredible but today your cooking has been on another level. And to top it off, you’ve made both of my favorite things for breakfast and dinner. I mean this as sincerely as possible, but like whatever lead to you doing this, it needs to keep up.” I felt a swell of pride with each word he said. I never knew just how good it felt to be praised by him.

“Honestly, while today had a really weird start... and well other weird parts that followed, I agree that I’ve never cooked like this before and it makes me really happy to see you enjoying it so much. Whatever it is, I would say that I hope it continues as well.” While on the surface, it was me simply agreeing with him, there was a certain admission beneath the surface to myself. Admitting that there was something that had changed within me these past twenty-four hours, and admitting that I... liked these changes, and I wanted them to continue.

Riley moved to get more comfortable and then remembered he still had his shoes on. He moved to put the plate down, but quick on my feet, I interjected and offered to take his shoes off for him. “You would not believe the workout I had. I was about to let these bad boys get some fresh air when you came in with that food and that was all I could think about, but now it’s time to relax with this incredible food and I can’t do that with these shoes on.”

I slipped off his first shoe, and the sudden assault on my nose sent a shock through my senses. “I can imagine, I noticed it was a really hot day again, might’ve even been worse than yesterday.” I slipped off his other shoe and with the second wave of foot funk, felt my brain turn to mush. “Might as well take these socks off too, then these bad boys will really get to relax and air out.”

I began peeling off his first sock and suddenly felt the wave of sweat and musk somehow grow even stronger. He then finally pointed out something I don’t think I was even aware of. “Did you not make anything for yourself?”

I peeled of his second sock as I answered, “I wanted to make sure everything turned out perfectly for you and I guess I forgot to make something for myself at some point.” There was no longer any filter for what I said. I spoke the brutally honest and humiliating truth. With both socks off, I chucked them behind me, not aiming for the hamper, but just beyond that, and with the soft pat that accompanied their landing I knew they hit their target, my pillow.

I rested my hands mindlessly on his feet. They felt so big and warm and sweaty. They felt so powerful. I began lightly rubbing his soles. “Come on, I’m fine with you putting me before yourself, but if you don’t eat, how do you expect to keep this up?” He chided me, “But I suppose this does work out in a way. After eating some of my dinner, I can say that it’s almost perfect, but it is missing something. And y’know, earlier you mentioned that the food might taste better if I ate it with you sucking on my toes and licking my soles, you also said that we’d find out... So let’s find out.”

He wiggled his meaty, sweaty toes and without a doubt I could say that what I made may look like the most delicious thing to many people, but his sweaty feet, dusted in dirt were the only things I was craving. “I do appreciate you working so hard on this dinner for me,” he said, inching his feet closer to my face, “I hope you also appreciate the work I put into your dinner.” With that, I began sliding my tongue between his toes, I planned to show him how much I appreciated him and his feet. “Oof, it seems you were on to something,” he sighed smashing his feet into my face as he slid down and relaxed more. “Now THIS is fucking perfect. Don’t worry, we’ll test to determine if you sleeping with my toes in your mouth helps you as well, but you were on to something with suggesting this... foot worship, while I eat. We’ll have to make this an everyday thing. Now then, keep cleaning my feet, and once they’re clean you can take care of my pits.”

“Thank you!” I exclaimed. He looked so relaxed and so happy. With his dirty, sweaty bare feet now covering my face as I licked them clean, I thought back on how this all came to be. It seems like it should have been an impossibility. For this day to come to this result after how it started required so many specific choices, it just shouldn’t have been possible. Maybe I always had this desire in me and I never knew it, but the chances of his socks landing on my pillow and me forgetting? And not only me sucking on those socks, but him noticing? It all just seems too impossible. But as I see his smiling, relaxed face between his toes, it doesn’t matter. He’s happy and loves me worshipping him, and I’m happy and love worshipping him. So even if it should have been impossible, I am immeasurably happy that it wasn’t.

At first you didn’t believe him when he said he could turn you into a human pretzel, but he could and he would enjoy doing it.

Gift: @talesofthecorrupted

The skateboarder was enjoying the hot summer day. He smiled as all the boys checked out his cock through his thin shorts. They would gasp whenever it would flop and shake as he did his tricks. He laughed as the little sluts squirmed whenever he’d deign to cast a glance their way. They were barely holding off from taking their shorts off and presenting their asses for him to fuck through the old pool he was shredding in. He might pick one up and beat them up with his fat cock, but right now all he could think about was how hot it was getting. 

He gathered up his board, and left his fans so that he could go sit in the shaded park nearby. He sat down, and pulled his shoes off. He peeled the sweaty socks off his size 10 feet. He could smell the sweat coming from them. He looked around as he sat there in the dirt. No one was around. He brought one of the socks to his nose, and took a huge whiff of it. His cock stirred in his shorts.

He got up and moved to behind a tree for more privacy. He brough the cock back to his nose, and continued to lose himself to his own sweaty stench. He slid his shorts down, and wrapped the other sock around his cock as he began to jack his fat member. As he sat there, he heard a sound. He turned to see one of the boys that had been watching him skate, now watching him beat his meat to his own feet sweat. He was hard in his tight shorts watching the skater.

The skater smiled as he continued to sniff his socks. He snapped his fingers, and pointed to his big feet, and then wet right back to fucking his own fist. The slut quickly got down on all fours, and then began to suck on the skater’s splayed toes. He made a show of it. Licking from heel to toe, and sliding his tongue between each of the toes as he sucked. The skater shoved his foot into the whore’s mouth, and used his other foot to push his head down. He started to jack off faster when he heard him gag on his big foot.

He eventually let his foot slut up for air, but he went right back to pleasuring the other foot. The skater was thinking about keeping this one for a bit. He ordered his slut to pull his shorts down and turn around. He did, ass in the air. He pushed his big toe into his slut’s ass, using the spit as lube. He fucked the slut’s ass with his toe until he could slide another toe in, and then another. He was up to four toes before long, and he quickly angled the pinky toe, and shoved in. The boy gasped in shock as he suddenly had half a foot in his ass.

The skater got up, pushing the slut to the ground. He forced more of his foot into the boy’s ass til he was up to the ankle. The boy was in pain. His ass spasmed around the ankle in his backside. The skater simply pressed on the his prostate, and flexed his toes in the ass he was literally standing up in. The slut let out a squeal as his body shook to an intense orgasm, staining the jockstrap he still had on. 

Faggots are always faced with new opportunities to degrade and reinforce their place in society. Remember who you are and what your role is in this world faggots, prove you understand and lead by example.

 i have to serve and obey all of them.  And do the usual degrading shit like licking their piss from the floor and having to beg and pay them to blow their noses in my mouth.  All videoed as blackmail.  and always naked so they can laugh their asses off as my tiny useless faggot dicklet gets harder the more they abuse and laugh at me.  So pathetic.  Such a loser.  

But here recently, my Master is making me degrade myself in public.  like, last week i had to put one of the rugby player’s shit on my cheek and rub some on my flabby body.  then i had to dress in tight shorts, long black socks, shiny black shoes and a girl’s halter top and then go to a big grocery store and video myself or get someone to video me.   

I had to find an Alpha looking dude who worked there, and i had to give him a note written by my Master.  It said, “Please accept $20 from this faggot in appreciation of your time for using its iphone to film it as you ask it in front of a line of customers what its name is because there have been complaints about the way it’s dressed and acting and about how it SMELLS LIKE SHIT!.    

It has to say, “my name is Faggot.” And then you repeat loud and laughing, “did you say your name is Faggot, ?  Well, OK, FAGGOT,  we’ve had customers complain THAT YOU STINK LIKE HUMAN FECES, and that your very tight short shorts and halter top are very creepy and offensive.   so you need to leave the store right now.  You understand, FAGGOT”  and then video him getting kicked out.     

“There’s my little punching fagbag! Wow. All of the bruises I leave on you almost make you look tough. See, it isn’t all bad. Now that you’re back, go lock the doors and bring in the handcuffs. Don’t forget the mouth gag either. Did you just tell me no? I don’t care if you’re still in pain from last week. Since you wanna talk back, I won’t be so kind to use the boxing gloves this week. Bring me the brass knuckles. Now fag.”