jock and cup

Your friend casually resting his smelly socked foot on your chest, clearly blocking your view of the TV. Just inches from your face, his sock odor quickly fills the space. You’ve been in this situation with his playful foot dominance before, but this time you choose not to push his stinky foot away as you have in the past. Expecting resistance and not getting it, he begins to wiggle his foot slightly. You stay calm, trying to ignore it. The foot stops, pauses, then slowly slides over, pressing the bottom against the side of your nose. You turn your face into it and get a strong whiff of his sock odor. His foot smell is so intense and intoxicating that it immediately excites you. You groan and push the foot away, but he, still watching the TV, blindly brings it back, pressing it fully against your face. You quickly breathe it in, your nose pressed against his cottony sole, before pushing it back onto your chest. The playful resistance continues, as you try to dodge and push both his feet back, him now determined to make you smell them. One socked toe presses and flexes over your nostrils, causing you to grunt and mutter, “No.” You see him glance over at you absently and respond sarcastically, “You wanna smell ‘em?” He covers your face with both feet, trapping you in darkness for a moment, and you take a deep breath. You’ve always resisted his smelly feet when he gets like this, but this time you really want to submit to see what he’ll do. You try weakly to fight his feet for about ten minutes before you give in briefly. You feel the bottoms pushing against your nose again, adjusting, and you stay still for a few moments. You start to move your face against his socked soles and weakly say that you can’t fight back, too tired from the smell. Not sure if he heard you, your friend pulls back both knees and quickly yanks off his dry socks. You see him briefly grin at you before turning back to the TV. His bare feet casually replace the socks over your face, ensuring your nose is pressed against one of them. You smell his bare sole, much stronger, and find yourself addicted to the scent. You move your hands to one foot and weakly push it off onto your chest. He brings it back, determined to win, and begins smearing the bottom against your nose. You try to say something, but his foot is pressed over your mouth, and the strong smell is making you incredibly aroused below. You let his foot’s scent fill your nostrils for a minute before hearing him cockily say, “Like that foot smell?” You feel him slide one foot down and start working his toes against your nose. You move your face into them, grunting just for show, taking big whiffs between them. He flexes his toes over your nostrils and teases, “Smell my toes!” After what feels like forever, he casually covers your face with both soles, burying you in his foot stench. You stare into the bottoms of his meaty feet, face pressed against them, breathing heavily as you lie there, submissive. Your dick is incredibly hard, loving this feet power he has over you. You feel him adjust his feet on your face as the movie resumes. You slightly move your face to the side of one foot and he firmly repostions both consuming your face and saying semi-cockily,”Lay there and take it. Get long whiffs of my foot smell. Know you like it.”  

You were annoyed walking into your room to find that Jack was in your apartment again, he wasn’t even your roommate, he was only friends with your roommate but you saw him at your apartment more thank you saw Brad, your actual roommate. At first it didn’t bother you because Jack was so hot you’d get almost excited, definitely a little horny, but he was never nice to you, barley even acknowledged you and he always acted like he ran the place.

This time he had his feet up on a stack of books, a stack of your books, it turned you on and you thought about getting to smell the books later hoping the stench of his feet would have stuck to your books. But you knew you had to take a stand, had to let him know he can’t keep acting like he owns the place and disrespecting your stuff, so you gulped and gathered your courage

“Hey Jack” before you could even go on he responded with a simple “Yo”

“Ugh so I know Brad must’ve given you a key and that’s totally cool, but could you just clean up after yourself while you’re here”

“Clean up after myself?” He responded in a mocking questioning tone

“Yeah, like just don’t make the living room a mess, and please clean the dishes you use while you’re here”

He got a little smirk on his face, he seemed entrained by the whole thing “Yeah I’m not gonna fucking do that, isn’t that what you’re here to do anyway?”

You were surprised, you thought in the worst case he would brush you off but he was arguing with you about it, you had to push further “what I’m here for, I’m here to clean up after you?”

“No no, not just me, me and Brad and everyone else Brad has over here too, don’t you gay guys love to play little housewives and clean up? You’re better at it anyway” he said the last sentence with a little tease and a less dominant tone than the rest

That’s when you started blushing, Jack was really hot and you knew he fucked the hottest girls in your college so it still felt special to get a compliment from him, you also couldn’t deny your hard dick which was throbbing like crazy the whole time he was talking down to you, so you respond “well I guess I am better at cleaning up, you’re right, and it’s not that much more work anyway you know what never mind I said anything” you lied, it was a lot of work and it wasn’t easy to keep up, Jack was basically there everyday making a mess.

When he heard that response the smirk came back to his face “that’s a good boy! Now come on, order us a pizza and rub my feet, they’ve been bothering me and I’ve seen you staring many times before” he said while he started adjusting his junk. You order the pizza, that you knew he was gonna eat by himself, bend down to get to eye level with his feet while he put on a movie, your dick seconds away from bursting, and you put your hands on his feet and started rubbing and with a heavy breath you said “Thank you, thank you Jack”.

Master was always finding new ways to abuse its sensitive tits, 

keeping them sore…

and throbbing 

24/7

He enjoyed its suffering 

and loved to show its pig tits off 

to anyone who would get pleasure from its subjegation

and embarrassment.

Not only did it hurt constantly

Since then, naked and no modesty at home have been strictly enforced

Your owners whoever, whenever, whatever and however have also been enforced

These two have been before, this is not going to be easy then an hour to tidy house, clear up the fuck room, and get ready for tomorrow, before joining your owner, then you learn how you have done, last time was an hour of educational,punishment before being brutally used and then kicked out to lay on the bedroom floor.