Every Saturday night is date night for my husband and I, it always has beenâŚthe last few months things have been different, Iâve been left at home in the spare bedroom, bound tight and forced to sniff his work out shoes and socks from the previous week through a gas mask while he goes out on a date with someone else. He recently told me that he is really enjoying this arrangement much more than our old traditional date nights, and wanted to know if I felt the same way. I told him that I loved how happy he was, and spending that quality time with his week old workout shoes and socks was always my favorite pass time, but I couldnât help but admit to him how âleft outâ Iâve been feeling, particularly how much I miss feeling his touch after we would come home from our date. Heâs had me locked in chastity for 4 months now, and I havenât been touched at all, where before we started this kinky charade he would constantly give me handjobs and blowjobs. He gave me a sweet, reassuring smile and told me that this Saturday he would make sure I didnât feel so neglected.
Saturday came around pretty fast, and it seemed that he worked out even longer and harder that whole week. He kept telling me about the dinner reservations and the tickets to the show that he had for tonight, getting me all excited throughout the morning and lunch for a fantastic date that Iâve been craving for about 4 months now. He kept giving me flirtatious smirks and loving looks all day, and he even offered to make lunch for us- something he has always left for me to do. I was absolutely heartbroken when I suddenly felt extremely tired right after lunch, as I wanted to stay up and enjoy this romantic mood he was in; however, I just could not stop yawning, so I excused myself to bed and I donât remember a thing after that.
I woke up bound, gagged, gas mask on and the familiar stink of my lovely husbandâs rancid week-old workout socks and shoes as my only air supply that I was forced to sniff as my mouth was completely gagged. It was several hours later and I was back in my familiar Saturday night position, my husband was just finishing his freshening up and coming back to greet me as I came to. He stood over me, lovingly rubbed his foot on my face, then he bent down and started messing with something near my groin. I couldnât see what he was doing, but I felt it instantly! It was some sort of vibrating device that he switched on, it was on a low setting, just enough to really rattle the metal cage and send chills through my entire body. He got down and whispered in my ear, âthere you go boy, this ought to give you all of the touching youâll need. Donât worry, itâs on low and wonât let you cum, just lie there and enjoy the tease as you sniff my gym socks and I go out with another man. I love youâ he whispered the last part, kissed my ear, and put the noise cancelling headphones over my ears. I spent hours and hours being teased and unable to move, just sniffing 7 day worn workout socks & thinking about what a great time my husband was having. I canât lieâŚI do like it this way, much better in fact.
Now the guys he brings home he has stink up socks too and they both will dominate me with their ripe rank stinky feet. If I'm not tied up worshipping and tongue bathing them I'm still locked in chastity and forced to massage them gagged and plugged as well with a remote control to add vibration stimulation too. He introduced these brainwashing things called poppers it makes me totally addicted to stanky soles and hypnotic wiggling toes!
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I begged the landlord not to raise the rent. I was barely able to make my bills as it was. He thought about it and came up with a solution. If I was willing to be his side piece he'd keep it as is. There were desires he couldn't get at home, things only someone desperate would do.
Now without warning my landlord could turn up for an "inspection". If I was out he'd text, telling me to go home immediately. I had to then do what ever he wanted.
Initially it had just been providing oral sex, then he quickly moved on to fucking me. It was always rough. As he'd ejaculate he liked to remind me how I was a poor slut who paid for him. As a landlord his money came from me. He was a lord and I was his serf.
His need to humiliate me built up, he particularly liked to have me kneel behind him and bury my face between his massive hairy cheeks. Lapping at his musty puckered hole with my tongue as he cooed above me.
He loved having power over me, on visits he'd ask;
"Do you want the washing machine fixed, or would you prefer me to fart in your face?"
"Oh please, sir. Fart in my face!" I had to reply or risk the rent doubling.
Ppppprrrrrbbbb
On the next visit. "Didn't you say the heating is broken? Shall I get someone to look at it or would you prefer another fart?"
"Definitely another fart, sir!". Now doomed myself to freeze over the winter months.
Pppffffttt
I stopped reporting issues for fear he'd use them against me.
It was on his most recent trip he had me crawling after him as he nakedly inspected the whole flat. I kept pace on all fours with my face wedged in his ass. Each new room he stopped in he would rip a fart, giving me a silent pat on the head for being a good boy. He'd then make notes of all the faults, announcing if I ever left he'd be deducting them from the deposit. Then he started adding things I'd need to pay for on top due to my 'neglect and vandalism'; a new washing machine, repair the heating. If I ever left he'd come after me for all I owed.
"But you have no intention of leaving do you?"
"No sir, I love it here!" I mumbled in to his ass.
"I bet you do". PPPBBBBBTTT. "Now before I go, as you can probably tell from my gas I need to shit, so I'll just use your toilet"
My blood ran cold. "I'm sorry, the toilet broke yesterday"
He turned and slowly crouched down in front of me. The cruel smile on his face brought tears to my eyes. "Do you want me to call a plumber, or are you a toilet?"
Sometimes I just crave casual worship and sexual devotion. I know that sounds odd, but hear me out. I think it's more common than you might realize, we just don't really have a term for it.
I want to lay in bed with her and take her hands and teach her how to massage my balls just right, teach her how to trail her fingernails on my inner thighs, how to slowly rub her palm on the side of my cock, how to dance her fingertips lightly across my skin. All the while discussing our day.
Any time she stops I guide her hands with mine while we keep talking. I remind her to keep her eyes on mine. If she takes her hands off of me, I calmly but firmly place them back on my cock and balls. The power disparity becomes clear over time. I can move my hands freely, but she'll keep her hands busy on me. Not too busy, but just right.
Just teaching her to lazily tease and casually fondle me when we cuddle and conversate day after day until it starts to become second nature to her. So much so that I can unzip and take my cock and balls out while we talk on the couch and she instinctively reaches out to caress me while she doesn't miss a beat and makes her next point in the conversation.
I want that flavor of casual sexual devotion. That nonchalant worship. Because I don't need to cum every time my cock is stimulated, but I enjoy reminding her that it's in charge of her all of the time.
I don't need to be constantly satiating my own sexual needs when a casual display of sexual submission for its own sake is the sweetest thing she can give me in that moment to perfectly serve and satisfy me. I don't need every act of sexual worship to be intensely carnal, just intentional in her devotion to pleasing me.
Yâknow, I thought long and hard about how I was going to reward you. I thought about letting you pig out on my feet, but you do that all the time, and I wanted to give you a real reward. Your boyfriend and I have reached our 1 year anniversary, and it wouldnât have been possible without you, cuck! If you hadnât agreed to being locked in permanent chastity and allowed yourself to become our little cuck-slave, we wouldâve had to keep sneaking around behind your back, which was fun donât get me wrong, but having you actively involved as our perfect little slave has made it all so much hotter! For his anniversary present I had your chastity belt keys melted down and turned into an inter-locking heart necklace for the two of us to wear! Iâve named the matching necklaces âthe key to my heartâ, I just know heâs going to love it! Now, as my special token of thanks to you, I just scarfed down a whole 1 pound burrito and a protein shake, and now Iâm going to let you smell my ass for the next few hours until he gets off work. I gagged you not only because I donât want to hear your voice, but also to make sure that you are thoroughly enjoying your gift. Bring that nose over here boy, Iâm going to cover up under this heavy blanket and you are going to stay down there and huff my hot ass stink until 4 oâclock. Your welcome cuck.
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I came back in the afternoon after a long day of classes. Finn was at his desk, chair turned to face the room. He had his phone in his hand and a smile on his face.
He didn't say anything at first. Just held the screen toward me.
He had found my blog.
My roommate has some really nice feet but he keeps socks on all the time. #feet #footworship #malefoot #pleasebesockless
"Well, I'm about to make your dreams come true, you fucking pervert."
I stood there speechless.
"You remember when I borrowed your laptop last week? You had your blog open, pervert. Did some digging after. You really are a horny little pervert. Makes sense now; thought it was weird when I caught you staring at my bare feet that one time."
I said nothing.
"It's okay. I wanna see how you worship them. Kneel on the floor."
I knelt.
He reached down and peeled his socks off one at a time, then extended his legs and rested his feet against my face. The smell hit first; warm, faintly sour. I hesitated, cheek pressed against his sole.
"Go on. You've been thinking about this for months."
He wasn't wrong. I started slow; lips against his arch, then more. He didn't react much. Just watched.
"I know you're hard. It's okay. Take your cock out and play with it."
I did.
"Good little pervert."
He looked down at me with that same smile.
"Look how hard you are. Yeah, stroke it. Stroke it to my beautiful feet."
He flexed them slightly, sole pressing warmer against my cheek.
"What do you like the most about them? Like what's sexy about them?"
"The size. The smell. Your soles. Your toes."
He raised an eyebrow, smile widening.
"Yeah? Keep going."
"I don't know. Everything. I've been thinking about them since we moved in."
"Yeah? Stroke harder then."
I did.
"Let me know when you're close, pervert."
He kept his feet on my face and watched me suck his toes.
"So you've been staring this whole time, every time I had them up on the desk."
"Yeah."
"And you never said anything. Just posted about it like a pervert."
I didn't answer.
"That's so pathetic. Faster."
I stroked faster.
"You ever come to my feet before? Like at night?"
I hesitated.
"Don't be shy now."
"Yeah."
"How many times?"
I didn't know how to answer that.
"Fuck."
He laughed.
"Faster."
"I'm close."
"Stop."
He took his feet off my face.
"There's something else. After I found the blog I made an account. Slid into your messages."
I looked up at him.
"You were very open with a stranger. 'I just want to find the right guy and be completely at his feet. Cook for him, clean for him, whatever he needs. Just let me worship them.'"
I hadn't moved. I couldn't.
He leaned forward then, bent down, and took my chin in his hand. Brought my face to within an inch of his. His voice didn't rise.
"I'll say this once. You're going to be my obedient little boy. Two reasons. First if you ever want to be near my feet again. Second you don't want some screenshots going around campus. Once I snap my fingers, you go clean my side of the room. I want it spotless. Keep your cock out of your pants as it is."
He snapped.
I got up and started. His side was the usual mess; clothes on the chair, stuff on the desk, shoes kicked off near the bed. I straightened all of it with my cock hanging out of my waistband.
Finn laid back on his bed and watched for a moment, then picked up his phone.
When I finished he glanced over.
"Bathroom."
I went. Sink, toilet, floor. And came back to the room.
"Order me some food."
I ordered. Then stood there, still exposed, waiting.
"Laundry. My basket's in the corner. Take it down the hall and start a load. Tuck your cock in before you leave."
I pulled the basket and left the room.
When I came back he looked up from his phone.
"Take you cock back out."
I did.
He nodded toward the small bin by his desk.
"Trash room's at the end of the hall. Shouldn't be a problem if you run. Unless someone sees you."
I took the bin and walked out, and then walked back in with the empty bin.
"That was fast, scared someone would see your pathetic cock hanging out?"
I didn't answer.
My phone buzzed. Food was at reception.
"Tuck in. Go get it."
I tucked in and left.
When I came back he was still on his bed. He took the bag without looking at me. Then he stretched his legs out, soles facing me.
"Get naked."
I undressed. He took a bite and nodded at the floor.
"All fours."
I got down.
"You know what's funny? You look completely natural like this."
He took another bite.
"Like this is just where you belong."
"Look up at me."
I complied.
He flexed his feet slowly and spread his toes.
"Say thank you."
"Thank you."
"Thank you, my King. Say it."
"Thank you, my King."
He smiled and kept eating.
"Get one hand off the floor and use it to fnish to my feet."
His feet were right there, soles toward me, toes curling slightly. I looked at them and finished. He took another bite. Didn't look down.
- This story contains themes of extreme weight gain, including health issues and talk of immobility. If you don't like that, don't read. -
James pleaded with his boyfriend, he really did. A trip to the doctor's was just about the most humiliating situation he could imagine himself in at his size. Max forced him to go, he wouldn't take no for an answer and James always gave in to his boyfriend's requests, it's probably how he ended up so huge. Max told James that the doctor would be the safest place to go since his mountain of a boyfriend had struggled with getting out of bed by himself, and after getting stuck in the doorframe last week James had been sat in bed with little to no movement. He was hesitant to agree, but after his boyfriend mentioned grabbing McDonald's on the way back home it didn't take very long for James' buried cock to get hard and agree.
After snacking the whole car journey they had finally arrived at the doctors. James wanted to finish the rest of his donuts before he went inside but the great effort of getting his seatbelt done up put them behind schedule so Max said there was no time. Thankfully, they were able to get a good parking spot right next to the front door so there wasn't far to walk for the obese man, although James still needed a break before they even got his ass through the double doors. Once they entered the waiting room they could feel everyone's eyes locked on to the massive man stood before them. James was breathing as if he had just completed a marathon and while Max checked them in James sat his wide ass across two seats in the waiting room, protesting with a loud creak as they felt his weight. James was nervous, but he felt hungry more than anything, it was a long time that he'd gone so long without food and even longer since Max had fed him.
"James Parker?" called out the receptionist, "You're free to enter Room 103."
Thank God for that, James thought. He was lucky he got a room on the ground floor, he was in no condition to be climbing any steps. Waddling into the room was harder than he thought it would be but at least he had Max holding onto his back so he wouldn't fall over. The door was a tight squeeze but James could suck in just enough for his hips to slightly brush the doorframe as he entered and plopped his ass on the seats in the doctor's office. Max was left standing behind his mammoth boyfriend who took up both seats, he desperately tried to hide how horny he was.
The doctor assessed his patient for a few seconds, unsure of what to say after pulling up his previous records. "Well Mr. Parker, it seems you have gained quite a lot of weight since your last visit, your records show you at 317lbs two and a half years ago."
James shifted nervously causing the chairs to creak loudly from underneath him, he knew he was about to get scolded, he just hoped Max would be there to back him up.
"We need to get some updated measurements of you, can you step up on the scale for me please?" Ugh. That scale was all the way across the room and James had just gotten comfy. He didn't want to face the music and see how much he'd grown, he knew it was going to be bad anyways. He looked over to Max for reassurance.
"Come on big boy up you get." said his boyfriend as he pulled him up out of his chairs with a few failed attempts.
An already out of breath James leaned on his boyfriend while he caught his breath. Max leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Move it piggy, or no takeout on the way home. If you're above 600 I'll buy you double."
James moaned quietly and started waddling towards the scale with great effort. With a loud grunt he'd gotten onto the scale and waited for the doctor to read the number out, all James could see when he looked down was his belly and tits.
"Oh dear..." said the doctor, "This is worse than we thought. James, you're 642.2lbs."
He felt his heart drop, how on earth was it possible to double your weight in under three years? James knew he was getting fat but he had no idea how bad it was! He started to panic, wondering how this could've happened and he looked around at his boyfriend catching him smiling and giving his piggy a wink. James knew Max loved to feed him, but had he gone too far? All the doubt washed away when he saw just how excited his fat made his fit boyfriend, if Max was happy with James' size then James should be too! The waddle back to the chairs felt even harder than before, it felt as if all 642lbs were resting on his shoulders on top of his weight. With a few grunts he managed to waddle into place and sit, but with a loud crash soon echoed in the room.
"Babe? Baby are you okay?" Max said with a panicked look on his face.
His whale of a boyfriend was stuck on the floor after breaking the chairs in the doctor's office. As worried as he was that James may have injured himself, he could feel precum coating his underwear at the sight of his helpless pig on the floor. Max knew he was gonna treat him so well after this, he deserved it.
With the help of four doctors plus his boyfriend's muscly arms, James was back on his feet and placed in a bariatric wheelchair, finally in a seat that was wide enough for him. The doctor did some blood tests on James with a fair amount of struggle. The cuff would just barely wrap around James' meaty arms, that sent a jolt to his buried cock.
"James, our tests have revealed that you have a BMI of 97.5, the maximum for a healthy weight should be no more than 25. At just 5'8, you should be sitting at around 160lbs but instead you are four times as much as that. Your blood pressure is dangerously high and your breathing is extremely heavy, I am worried about what may happen to you if you continue to gain weight. I can refer you to a bariatric specialist if necessary, if no action is taken I'm afraid to say you will likely be immobile by the end of the year."
James was zoning out, all he could think about was Max and how much he was in love with him. He didn't care about the inevitable health issues he was going to get from gaining weight, he just wanted Max to take care of him. And something about being in a specialist wheelchair, so fat and helpless was doing something to him, making him feel sexier than ever. He knew Max felt it too.
Max thanked the doctor for his time and wheeled James out of the office. So many eyes darted and locked onto his whale sized boyfriend who was nervously squeezing his tits. Once they got to the car Max threw James the rest of his donuts and it didn't take long for them to be devoured, much to the doctor's disapproval. It took longer getting James into the car because of his wheelchair and fall, Max didn't want to put too much pressure on his boyfriend's feet. James ended up laying down in the back of the car looking like a beached whale, it was the safest thing to do with him.
"So piggy, what do you want from Maccies?" asked Max as James was too distracted playing with his fat to even notice. He'd always loved being fat but he'd truely fallen in love with his size just like how Max had. He wanted more, so much more... "Babe, get one of everything on the menu... URRRP" James burped.
After his feast they healed James out of the car and got back into bed, hooking him back up to his CPAP machine where he quickly fell asleep. Max cuddled up to his whale boyfriend knowing just how much fatter he was going to make him and started to suck on his boyfriend's tits until cum dripped out of his fatpad, he must've been having a wet dream. Max cleaned up his boyfriend's mess and fell asleep next to the comforting blubber and warmth of James.
Keep the house clean and the yard in shape and do all the extra tasks that I wrote down for you. I'll be back from my camping trip in a week. By then these long athletic socks will be really stinking and sweaty and smelly from being in these boots for a whole week. And if you've done everything you're supposed to, you get to enjoy them when your face serves as their footstool.
I must say I didnât expect to like it that much.
Itâs not just the feeling of his soft lips and tongue on my feet or his warm breath on my skin. Itâs rather the pictureâŚthe entire situation itself.
Seeing him down there.
So submissive.
So natural.
So honest.
Itâs an overwhelming feeling.
Itâs not necessary to define our roles at all.
But itâs a very satisfying addition.
Some people get a glow-up after college, this guy got a blow-up instead. Man, he got massive! Look how tiny he used to be, a real cute twink. Now he doesnât remind anyone of a twink anymore. Heâs growing out of all his twink clothes and portion sizes are become bigger everyday, just like his clothing sizes. RIP twink, hello greedy piggy! I guess this twinkâs funeral will consist of an all-you-can-eat buffet and litres of free cream. What happened, fatso?
(Thanks a lot @overw8boy for the pigtures! Go follow and encourage this fat porker on his page!)
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I have to endure those soles staring at me and taunting me while I prepare his breakfast every morning. I hear the sounds from his toes constantly wiggling and popping intermittently, as he reads his paper and I cook his breakfast.
Once his meal is finished I serve it to him, then I kneel before him and have his toe jam for my breakfast. I silently stay below his soles and lick away until he gets up and walks away, thatâs when I clean up his mess and eat his scraps. After he leaves for work I spend the entire day cleaning the house with the smell of his feet still stuck on my lips, keeping me straining in my chastity belt all day long.
And then he comes home and makes me spend several more hours underneath his smelly soles. Weâve been doing this for months, thank goodness I finally found the perfect roommate!
Make a faggotâs year this year. From the moment they wake up they want nothing more than to please you, impress you, to serve you. No expensive dates or dinners needed, forget those. Pleasing you IS their reward. More than anything theyâd love one of your smelly feet to the face like this. An offhand âgood faggotâ from you. Only a second for you but theyâll remember it for a lifetime and be eager to earn more time right there, in fag heaven under you.
Your knees shook as you entered your office building, you swore you could still smell Derekâs foot sweat on your face, that it had absorbed into your damned skin! You shook your head and reminded yourself that you needed this, desperately. You werenât exactly flush with cash, barely able to make your rent and you were hoping to propose to your girlfriend soon (though last night hadnât really gone too well after all the bullying at the office, but hey, you were preoccupied).
With one last firm headshake you finished Derekâs coffee, dropped your bag at your desk and hurried to knock on his office door two minutes to 9. âCome in, FAIRY!â Derek bellowed.
You scrambled to enter and shut the office door before the whole office heard and hurried to place his coffee in front of him as he read a memo on his desk. âSir, I told you once before, I -â
âUnder the desk faggot, youâre late for fart inhalationâ. He slid back with his leather office chair almost magnanimously, in a sharply tailored blue suit and barely turned his intimidating blue stare my way, making way for me to crawl into my new cramped space.
I felt my knees sink down to the ground and my palms follow, pushing me forward like a frigginâ zombie, just following orders. The chair sliding back forward to trap me and cause a strain in my hunched back as well as almost complete loss of light brought me back to the present. PpRrrRrrrrrAaaaP! The smell of rotten eggs and old cheese filled my lungs as I tried to shut my eyes and remind myself this was temporary.
âAhhhhh coffee always makes me gassy faggot, youâll learn that today and lots of other stuff. Park your nose right where my asshole meets the seam in my pants, I have a 1hr Webex this morning with the board - where Iâm taking credit for your hard work last week actually, hahaha. You just sit there, sniff deep so I know how much you love me and your job here and give my hole a little fairy kiss each time he blasts you in the face got it?â
You feel a tear work its way down your cheek but you lean into the damp hot spot on his slick blue pants, sniff deeply so he can hear it, to which you feel his abs shake with a soft chuckle and kiss him like you would your girlfriend. BRrrrrrTtttttaattttaa!
âWell, hello there shithead. So, you finally get to serve me outside some disgusting bookstore theater. I hope you are ready to get really nasty. Get on your fucking knees pig and sniff my footâŚ.Â
âTake a deep whiff! Iâve been on my motorcycle for two whole days. Havenât had a shower in that time. So I canât imagine those dogs are fresh.
âHey! No one told you to start licking. But since you started, you may continue. You know, when I come over here, you will always start with my feet. I want a foot massage at the same time as you are slurping on my toes. The one thing I allow my pigs to do to me without permission is taking care of my feet: licking, sucking, cleaning, scraping, chewing, and so on.
âDonât look at me like that. You want to be an intern for the executive team, you got to do whatâs expected. Foot worship includes foot care. In fact feel my heel for callouses. Dry hunh? I want you to scrape them offâŚ. Use your teeth.
âWait you think thatâs nasty? Arenât you the one who seeks me out at Rubyâs bookstore and beg me to use you? And how do I do that? By forcing you to take random cock after random cock in your pussy, and then making you clean them off after they dump a load in you. And I hold your head while those same blue-collar tradesmen bend over you clean out their ass cracks. You drank my piss. You are a pig through and through. And you balk at this? Shithead, please.
âYou do as you are told. That electrified collar around your neck is there for a reason. While I donât get into the pain thing like Ben and Lloyd do. I will use it to get what I want. You got that. The four of us executives have our own thing when it comes to using shitheads like you, but we all believe that you need to be trained to do it all. Iâm here today to see how much of a pig we both know you to be. One of those things includes eating the dead skin off my feet.
âNormally foot service is the beginning of giving me a tongue bath, but that will have to wait for now. Â I need to take a piss.Â
âSit back on your heels. Help me with my sweatpants. Whew! Smell that? Thatâs my jockstrap. I have worn it for a week now.Â
âWhat are you doing? Donât discard my sweats in some heap. Pick them up. Now, sniff my crotch. Inhale the nastiness. You always sniff my crotch anytime you remove pants or underwear, or jock. Andâs not just me, but do that to Bryce, Lloyd, and Ben. You should be able to tell the four of us apart from our crotch and ass smells.Â
âNow sniff the ass too. Even if thereâs skid marks, sniff it. My socks, you sniff. My jock, you sniff. My shirt, you sniff. Then you fold it, and respectfully put it down.Â
âHereâs my shirt. Itâs full of dried sweat and armpit stink. Iâm going to leave it with you so you can smell me when Iâm not here. Rub it on your face, especially the arm pit area. Smelling my own pit gets me rock hard. I love my stink. One thing you need to know, and donât ever fuck this up. While you are expected to give me a tongue bath, you will never lick my pits. I donât want some piss drinking pig to contaminate my smell with his licking. Rather I want you rub your face in there.Â
âHere, get in here. Rub your fucking toilet face in my pit.  Feel my oily sweat coat your nose, your mouth, your cheeks, everythingâŚ. Yeah pig.  Now the other side. Get it in good. You can use your lips, but no licking.
âYou are going to stink! But itâs my stink. And that is everything. Pull back, leave some for me to enjoy.
âAs I said earlier, I got to piss. Letâs go into the bathroom.
âKneel in the middle. Lloyd made sure that this bathroom was large enough for some serious fun. Bury your face in my jock. Oh yeah. Like that.Â
âYou ready to drink me? You did that a couple times in the bookstoreâs theater in front of those hard-working men. I donât think the bookstore liked cleaning up the piss. Oh well.Â
âPut the bottom of my bulge in your mouth. Feel my cockhead under the jockstrap pouch? Tastes nasty hunh? Just wait.
ââŚAhhh! Drink all you can pig as it comes through my rank jock. You get the extra benefit of the week-old stale piss being reconstituted.Â
âGet that mouth back where it belongs. I know it tastes nasty. Thatâs what I want. But keep drinking. I donât give a shit that itâs going all over the place. You can clean it up afterwards. I see you want to gag. Donât you dare.Â
âFocus on the task at hand. Piss drinking should be second nature to you. If not, it will be. If you are retching at this, then the next thing is really going to make you hurl. I got to take a dump.
âHa! Ha! Ha! The terror on your face tells me everything and is getting me hard. Now I canât speak for Lloyd, but I donât really get into scat. As nasty and disgusting as I can get, itâs not my thing. I will think about it, I will tease you about it, but Iâm not into the reality of it.
âNo, what I have in store is you giving me a blumpkin, you are going to give me head as I take a dump. Over here. Kneel in front of the toiletâŚ.
âI put my jock next to my shirt. After I leave, I want you to wear that jock around your neck. You can enjoy the richness of my smells when you are alone.
âOk. You have blown me before. You are to do it again now. Iâm going to do my thingâŚ. Is this your first time?... Well, just ignore the sound and the smell. And the taste is going to be nasty.
âOh, look! After two days of being in the hot sun riding on my motorcycle, my cock was very sweaty. I developed some cheese for you. You can probably smell it too.
âNasty, isnât it? Well, your job is to clean me up. Now crawl over hereâŚ. PIG! Now. I will give you a count of three. OneâŚ
ââŚWell damn! That shock knocked you to the floorâŚ. I guess the collar works. You want another jolt? No, then crawl.  Pig! Crawl!
âGood pig. You are learning. Donât think about it. Just take it in your mouth and start the tonguingâŚ. Good! Ahh!Â
ââŚDonât stop sucking. Look up at meâŚ. Notice I donât have the remote or my phone in my hand. So, you might be wondering who shocked you.
âKeep in mind, there are cameras everywhere, and that collar can be triggered by accessing the controls on the internet. Now Lloyd, being our companyâs Chief Security Officer, routinely checks the system to make sure that only us four men have access.
âBryce could have zapped you. He likes it when his presence is felt, always reminding the pig of his control. It could have been Ben; he likes to inflicts pain on a whim. Or, it could have been Lloyd, who likes pain and raunch and wanted to see you cleaning off my cock. The thing is that it wasnât me.
âThe other interesting fact is that Iâm done.Â
âPull off. Get under the rimseat. Time for some tongue fucking and face ridingâŚ. What? Donât give me that look. Toilet paper service is not scat. It has none of what I donât like. Now you may think differently; I donât care.  Besides, youâve eaten dirty asses before. Iâve seen the asses I had you lick at the bookstore. I know they werenât 100% clean. Besides, I know what foods to eat to make using toilet paper merely a courtesy.
âUnder the seat. Good pig.
âLook up at my ass. If you remember, this is the first thing you saw of me. You were on your back on that platform near the screen at the bookstoreâs theater with your legs up in the air getting plowed by that electrician. I stood over you, showing my ass. Remember what you did? You stuck out your tongue. I squat down on your face and your tongue went to work at that instant. I knew you were an ass eating pig right away.
âGet that tongue going. Oh yeah. Good pig. Your tongue was made for this.
âYou know, after I sat on your face and used you a few times, I recognized you immediately at the company picnic a couple of months ago. I knew you were Timothy Stoneâs boy. I pointed you out to Lloyd and Ben and they were very interested. Lloyd said he would investigate you and your dad. I gladly bowed out and went to the office.Â
âI looked at your dadâs work. Well shit. Being the Chief Financial Officer, it took me less than an hour to find how heâs been scamming the company out of a serious amount of money. Lloyd found a lot more. We got things set up for him. Bryce is actually meeting with your dad in Vegas today.
âYou donât need to worry about that. Just keep that tongue action going.Â
âToo bad you arenât going to Rubyâs any time soon. But donât worry. Once you are established as trustworthy, Iâll take you on one of my bike runs as my pig. The guys I ride with like to go to the middle of nowhere and drink, smoke, and fuck. Ben and his boy sometimes join in. We use pain pigs and raunch pigs however we want. Some of those men can get rough and nasty.
âSome of them are local. I should call them over to have you clean out their shitholes for them. We need to get a good gang bang going. Thatâs my thing, a good olâ train going.
âLet me see if Lloyd wants to join in. Heâs always up for a good fuck.
ââŚWere you just zapped?... That must have been him.
âHey Lloyd! Â Iâm sure you hear me! Â Get your cock down here and letâs spit roast the pig.
âPig. I know heâs training your pussy muscles to tighten up. For me I want you to be as sloppy as you can get. Remember each that for each cock going in your puss.
âGet your legs up in the air. Keep eating my shitter. I got your ankles. Here, let me put them under my armpits. Now that reveals your pussy to anyone walking in.
âLloyd! I told you this pig would meet our needs. His pussy is ready for an all afternoon pounding.â
When chatting online it was so easy to get excited. I told this man that if we met I wanted him to force me to worship his big fleshy ass - that I craved the scent of a ripe, musky asshole. And when he asked, "Do you want to sniff my farts?", I immediately agreed and told him that I wanted to take his farts right up my nostrils.
We agreed to meet right away but he added that he had worked construction all day and that he had eaten a big Mexican meal with lots of beans and cheese. "My ass is ripe and my farts are going to be moist and smelly!" I told him that is exactly how I wanted him and he warned me, "Better make sure this is what you want because once I lock your head into my 'fart box', you'll be sniffing my ass all evening.
I was excited but at the same time scared. And when he first sat on my face, the smell of his ass was heavenly - I loved it. But once he started farting it was another matter - the smell was so strong that I thought I might throw up. My body shook and I tried to tell him that I had changed my mind but he just laughed and let rip an even bigger deeper sounding fart directly up my nostrils. "You asked for this pig and there's no turning back."
It was a very long session. Me sniffing farts as he watched tv all evening. And when he was ready for bed he finally got up and released me. He laughed and said again, "That's what you asked for pig!"
I felt disgusted with myself. How did I let this big fat man use my face like that? But on the way home, I couldn't stop thinking about his ass and the sound and smell of his farts... And as soon as I got home, I turned on my laptop and sent him a message asking, "Are you free tomorrow after work?"
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My roomie had me disassemble and sell the bottom bunk so he could set up a desk there. I was given a mat in the closet to sleep on. I was only alllowed to use the desk when doing his homework for him, and couldnât touch the bed at all except to change & wash the sheets once a week. Eventually he requested that when I was in the room, I stay in the closet so I wouldnât be in his way.Â
If he needed anything, heâd just shout out for it, like he was telling an Alexa to do something. So our communication mostly became one-way shouts of âDrink!â, âFootrub!â, âShoulder Rub!â, or âBJ!â As i performed the task, he continued with whatever he was doing & I worked around his movements. When he wanted something cleaned up, he thought it was funny to announce it like a K-Mart announcement, âClean up on the west wall!â or âClean up at the garbage can!âÂ
Tasks that required more explanation he preferred to scrawl on a post-it and stick to the inside of the closet door. Sometimes while I was in there. Heâd just reach in and slap up a post-it with laundry instructions or homework assignments and a done-by date and time without saying a word. This allowed him to stay in his groove without breaking his concentration with a lot of small talk.
Of course we had the usual sign heâd leave on the outside of the door if he wanted privacy, but if I was in the room when he arrived, heâd just jerk his head toward the door and say âPrivacyâ. This was especially arousing when he had someone with him and they smirked at me scuttling out as soon as possible while he returned to his conversation with them.
Once we moved out of the dorms, he wanted an apartment with two levels so he wouldnât have to work around me so much. So I dropped out of school and got a job to rent the first floor and basement of a place. After that, my chores came via e-mail and were mostly performed when he was out. He got into a relationship so he needed my physical services less.
I always looked back fondly on our early days, when we had that close connection and I got to see so much of his daily life. But I guess all relationships evolve over timeâŚ
âStill havenât changed these dirty socks. Filthy socks for a filthy fag,â He says, flexing His toes. He became a little different after He found out about my submissive side, finding ways to make each interaction a little more humiliating and degrading. Heâs been wearing these socks for a couple weeks now, and every night He makes you slide His boots off and spend a few minutes deep-sniffing the socks.
âDonât pretend you donât like âem. Give Me a little smile to show Me youâre enjoying this.â
