Male Feet/Socks

Lickable. Very lickable.

Yummy 💦

I couldn't choose just one boyfriend, so I chose 3. one's still a little shy about sharing his face, we'll get there! 😉

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it really is always a whole damn meal with dad, thanks for always filling me up dad 🙏🏼

Just sniff 'em and shut the fuck up, he said. So you did. Three hours while he watched a football match. You liked having a dominant roommate, that's why you moved in with him, but this was way too much, it was starting to take up all your free time and you were doing things you didn't even like. But when you started looking for another place, he found out. And he hacked your accounts and had everything transferred to him. You were wiped out. Even your weekly direct deposit was going into his account. He told you that if you opened a new account he'd hack that too. So you were stuck, sniffing the stinking dirty sweaty socked feet of your roommate almost every day after work. And it usually took up the entire time until he went to bed. You could smell his sock stink in your nose 24/7, you couldn't wash it out, spray it out, nothing.

Who are you kidding? You're always going to do what I tell you to do, you're in love with me. I don't blame you. I'm handsome, popular, smart, a jock, and all the girls want to be with me and all the guys want to be like me. But you're a pathetic little faggot, you can only dream about being a real man like me. I could tell from the first time I set eyes on you when you walked into this dorm room that you immediately worshiped me. So, start sniffing and kissing and massaging my sweaty dirty socked feet and thank me for allowing you to stay in this dorm room with me. And from now on, my suggestions of things to do like my laundry with yours or keeping the room clean, those are orders now. Those are your responsibility. And when I want a foot massage and attention to my stinking socked feet, you'll do it on command. And if you fuck up in any way, I will make you regret it. I won't give you a beat down, I'll slowly torture you till you cry or you think you're going to lose your mind. So do we understand each other now? Was that a yes? Okay, over to my sweaty socked feet and start kissing, start worshiping, start sniffing, show me you know your place, show me the respect I deserve.

Come here faggot. Since you finished all of your tasks before I got home from work every day this week you can sniff my sweaty dirty smelly socked feet. You can already smell them, can't you? Ya, I wore the same pair all week. So go ahead I know it's what you live for pig. Oh, and that's you can sniff my stinking socked feet OR eat dinner, only one, not both. And since dinner is your only actual, full meal of the day, you'll go without until tomorrow's dinner. So pick homo, in three seconds or you don't get either.

Your neighbor's son and his friend come over to your house all the time and drink your beer and liquor and smoke weed and made you buy a PlayStation so they can spend hours and hours gaming. They make you pay for takeout too and sometimes transfer a little cash into their accounts. And while they spend all this time there they make you spend all your time sniffing kissing masaging their sweaty stinking socked feet. And they're jocks, so they've got pretty smelly socks. The first time they came in and your told them to get out they said that if you didn't do everything they said they were going tell their fathers that the fag lured them in his house and sexually molested them. So you were fucked. So now you spend three, sometimes four even evenings a week after work sniffing their dirty stinking socked feet as they enjoy your house and your stuff and what they call your "generosity" and then laugh. Some weekends they're there almost the entire two days. But what could you do? They're simply two cocky straight college freshmen who were exercising their newfound and rightful place over fags and want to treat you like the loser piece of shit you are.

Fuck you homo, how could you think I DIDN'T know you're a faggot? From the second you came on the job I knew it. Stop your fucking crying I didn't hit you that hard. Now kiss my stinking socked feet and tell me how you're gonna pick up half my shifts and give me the money. Why the fuck should I have to work so much when there's a fag around to do it for me? It's one of the only reasons you fags deserve to live, be fucking slaves to straight men and to suck cock. Oh, and to be bullied, constantly, it's so fucking funny to see how you fags totally collapse and cry and whimper when we come at you. Great entertainment. Now get worshiping my stinking socks asswipe you better get used to it you're gonna be doing it a lot.

Just another night in a small Southern town drinking and humiliating the town fag. And they sure will step on its face when they get drunk, make it sniff their stinking socks and fuck it's mouth with them, gag the fag time.

Always when really needing a favor from your college roomie. Him always in favor of pointing to his stinky socked foot and telling you to assume the position under his desk. You crawling down below and submit to his large smelly feet. Letting him rub and smother his sock odor all over your face for the next 30 minutes. He loves making your face his personal foot stool.