The Jock next door loved coming over to your place after game and making you lick the soles of his dirty cleats clean and then untie them with your mouth, then he'd push the heel against your face until they slipped off. Then he'd make you massage kiss sniff and worship them and make you tell him how you were a 100% inferior faggot whose only purpose on Earth was to entertain him. You'd have to have your face used as his footstool with his big stinking smelly socked feet on your face while you reached up and massaged from his ankles up to his knees feeling his socks all the way up his muscular calves. Everyone once in a while he'd yell out "you're not doing a good job if you don't want this bat bashing your head you better start working harder." And you knew that every session before he left, whether he was there for an hour or 5 hours, that he was going to stomp and trample you unconscious with those big smelly sweaty socked feet. Then you'd be left stinking like his socks and bruised head to toe by them. You'd be in such pain for days and days afterwards and you thought maybe I need to move out of here one day he'll kill me with those big sweaty smelly socked feet. And then you thought who am I kidding, that would be a dream come true. And then you knew you were truly a perverted low life worm of a faggot. Born to be a sock sniffer for a Superior Straight Jock's sadistic enjoyment.


















