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I decided to stop being a lazy dude who I am right now. I always had excuses for workout: no time, no energie, but mostly: no partner. Doing things alone is boring and you often loose the motivation after 3-4 times. My colleague recommended me a site, fitlink, where I can find somebody to train with. I felt a bit like registering to a dating site, but I don’t care, I need to change.

After a few clicks, I was already in, looking for training buddies. And I got a message. He lives close to me, we are around the same age, and he wants to visit the same gym where I bought my yearly ticket in January. Yes, I know what you think, new years resolution. You guessed it right. Let’s not talk about that. We quickly arranged our first session this week. Great, I’m on track!

I was really excited to meet Ben. After a quick greeting we went to the locker room to change clothes, and get ready to pump some muscle. Ben was an experienced guy, he works out for 3 years. He can also give me some advice how to start, and help me to create a plan. Today we started with some running and weight lifting. After we ran, we headed to the weights. Ben was really nice he helped me to find the best weight for my condition. We sat down and started to pump. This is when he started to act wierd. He asked me if I mind if he takes off his shoes and socks. I mean… Who cares?

We just sat, and pumped, when I felt something wierd. A strong smell in my nose, so intese that I had to stop for a while.

“Are you tired?” Ben asked.

“No, I’m just a bit deconcentrated, I will be ok”

“I’m pretty sure about that” He said, and I saw a grin on his face. Why is he smiling? What is he planning? And where does this rotten smell come? It is impossible to develop some muscle if the whole place stinks. I tried to focus on pumping instead of the odor. I took breaths as I lifted the weights (just like Ben advised me at the beginning: breathing in with nose, and letting it out from my mouth). My head started to spin. I didn’t feel that I could continue with my task, so I put the weights down, and had some stretching. Sit in a spreader, then reach out for the right foot. Then for the left one… And this is when I found the source of the stink. Ben was on my left side, still pumping the weights, focusing on getting things done. I looked at Ben, especially his foot. It was like green fog would leave it. Come on, I only saw this in silly cartoons. I was laying on my thighs, reaching out my foot, and watching his feet. I was stunned, unable to move. And still kept breathing in… and out… Taking deeper and deeper sniffs from Bens feet. I didn’t find it stinky anymore. It was just… intense. And an intense men who works on his body should has a smell like this. It is just so logical. I tried to get closer to him. Get closer to the source of the smell, to take it right from the source, so I tried a new stretching exercise. I couldn’t see anything, but Bens feet, I was focused on it. His feet meant the whole world for me at that moment. I didn’t realize that it was around closing time, so basically we were the only guests in the gym.

“Even closer… Sniff it…” These are the words I heard, but I thought I was hallucinating. I just wanted to reach Bens feet… I just need to sniff it directly. I laid down on the ground right before his feet. Beind them I could see his shorts, and his arms moving.

“Now lick it.” I heard. But hey… Stop… What if he notices it? What will he think about me? I checked his face if he sees what I am doing or not. He was looking right at me, with an evil grin on his face. He stopped pumping, and put his foot right into my face, and said: “Lick it”

I don’t know why, but I felt I have no other choice, and besides, I wanted to lick his foot. And suck his toe, while I’m taking deep sniffs from the odor. He ordered me to continue licking and kissing, while I’m moving my head up on his hairy shin right to his thighs. I was kissing him, obeying him, I didn’t know why. I just had to. When I reached his short he gave me another command: “Sniff it, and kiss it”

The smell was still intense, but different. Sweaty balls after a long run, and as my lips touched the slippery fabric of his shorts I was in heaven. I didn’t care if anybody sees what I am doing, I just wanted more sniffs, and more kisses. My nose reached his balls, I felt he is bulging. I started to kiss his balls though his shorts. I have never done anything like this before, but it felt so right. Pleasing a guy is a natural thing to do. I felt his dick with my lips… So hard… So big… So powerfull… As I kissed his dick he put his hands on my head and started to rub my hair, and started to talk.

“Remember this feeling, and remember this smell, because from now this will be very important to you. You will do anything to feel this again. The smell… The shorts… The submission… You are addicted to them, and you will do anything to get a bit of them. And you should know that if you obey me, without questions, you will get them. You have to fulfill my every command, and you will be allowed to sniff my foot again. You will be allowed to kiss my balls again. And you can feel my shorts on your lips again… The only thing you need is to obey me. Did you understand?”

I was unable to speak, since my mouth was full with his shorts, and his cock though them, but I tried to tell: Yes, Master. He understood it. Then he grabbed  my hair, and pushed my head away.

“That was enough workout for today, I’m glad that you accepted me as your partner. Otherwise I would never be able to enslave you with my odor. Now come, get dressed, and you can continue worshiping me at my flat. You will have more opportunity there.”

I'm a chav bitch. This mean I like to dress like a chav, act like a chav and most importantly serve other chav.

I recently realised I was born to serve men.