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Miles opted to stay behind when his college roommate Eric was heading up to the store to help his mom. Miles was still with them for the week and hadn’t gotten much time with his roommates younger brother’s feet. Upon admitting his foot fetish to him and John seeming to relish the idea of lording over him with his feet as he did to him back in high school, Miles tried to make up any excuse he could to stay behind. Both Miles and Eric were video gaming when his bro came in the room after a brief run. Upon John telling him he wanted a turn at the game, Miles stayed behind while Eric briefly went to help his mom at the store. Once gone and Miles still sitting on the floor, John wrapped his feet around Mile’s neck, and pulled him back onto the floor. “Take my shoes off slave,” he ordered. John did, slipping each of the shoes off. Immediately, the smell of socks hit his face. Before Miles could react, both socked feet descended upon his face and he was ordered to smell. He took several deep inhales as he felt the bottom of feet wipe all over his nose. His nose pushed into the bottom of the younger bro’s toes as he took a big sniff of the sock odor. “Take ‘em off,” John ordered sitting back like a king. Miles did and his face was smothered under both bare feet. He breathed in, the smell of the bare feet getting him extremely hard. John smeared his feet all over his face before pressing the bottom of his toes on his nose and teasing,”Sniff it foot boy!” Miles breathed in the foot scent for several minutes before the 19yr old poked his toes into his mouth. He began licking between each toe and dragging his tongue up an down each barefoot. He continued pushing his tongue against the bottoms when the teen would bury his face under both feet. He sniffed and worshipped the teenager’s feet for 40 minutes before they heard the garage door open. “How much money do you have?,” John asked. “About 100 in my wallet,” Miles replied. “Give it to me. I’m getting my hair changed. Your price for worshipping my feet for the week.” Before he could respond, John stood up on either side of him and pushed his bare foot onto his Miles 🍆.  John began laughing and shaking it saying,”You love worshipping my feet don’t you?” Miles groaned out, toes clamping over the tip, he responded,”Yes master.”  “Good,” John replied, stepping full weight on his 🍆 and over. “Go get my money and be prepared to breathe and suck my toes later tonight.”

I need to find someone who has a stallion who'll let me suck its Ginormoua Horse Cock

If my hot friend would do this to me I'd be happy

Twitter: @SirBertram1    Feeling your best friends Doc Marten boot weighing heavy on your chest as you looked up at him staring down at you. “And you’re going to be chill and not embarrass me in front of them anymore right?,” you hear him say as he shakes his foot on your chest. Half smiling but coming off as serious you reassure him that you’ll be cool and not embarrass him. He look’s down at you and is satisfied with your answer. “Good… now kiss my boot,” he responds lifting his boot up off your chest and hovering it just over your face.  You lift your face up and give his Doc Marten several kisses. He lowers his foot back to the floor and smirks down at you saying,”Since you did embarrass me today, I think you need to be punished by the feet.”  This has been a game you both have fallen into since you’ve known him. Your best friend having a bit of an alpha complex toward you and seem’s to get satisfaction in seeing you squirm under his stinky feet. You would plead with him at first when he’d start making you his foot slave, resisting his feet when he’d trying covering you with them. But over time grew to like the feeling of being under his feet, being his unspoken foot slave when he wanted. Your friend obviously picking up on this but still liked the little resistance you gave when he’d try and consume your face with them. Now him sitting on his bed with one boot on your shoulders keeping you down, he slipped off his other boot and sock. You grunted, turning your face from it. He lowered his bare foot down, up righting your face, so his whole under foot rested on top of it. “My feet have been baking inside my Doc’s for most of the day so the smell should be pretty bad. Right? Say you like it.”  You grunt and move your face against his sole as you inhale the hot stink of his bare foot. He get’s his other boot and sock off, now smothering you with both of them, rubbing their odor over your nose as you take deep inhales. “Say you like it,” he repeats, now making you sniff under his toes. You suck in a deep sniff and wheeze out,”Yes, I like it foot master.” Your friend continues making you inhale his feet for several more minutes,  before having you lick between each of his toes and dragging his soles across your tongue. 

Freshmen are always assigned random roommates when they come into college. Your roommate was a definite straight masculine jock. He figured out pretty soon that you're a fag. But instead of kicking you out of the room, he decided to take advantage of the situation. So he had you doing his laundry, writing his papers and doing his homework, giving him pocket money every once in awhile, cleaning the room when he told you to, and when he came home drunk and hadn't hooked up, he made you blow him. Sometimes, like this, when you walked into the room he'd be gaming or on his phone or computer and he'd make you get down and he'd use your face as his footstool. He thought it was funny. He didn't change his socks often, and that even made the room smell like his sweaty socked feet all the time. He'd rest them heavy on your face and rub them in it until your face was all chafed, and he'd say how do you like smelling a real man faggot? And he'd laugh. You knew there was no way out of that room unless you went and complained at the housing office. You knew you were stuck there for at least this year until you could pick a different roommate next year. You were so humiliated and you were tired of doing all his work and all his errands that took up too much of your time and took you away from your studies. But you hated to admit it, it did give you a hard-on. Right around now is the time when roommates get to pick if they're going to stay together or go and find another roommate in a different room. He told you that you didn't even have to go, that he was going to take care of it. And he said that you were going to be his roommate next year and nothing was going to change and there was nothing you were going to do about it or he'd beat the shit out of you. For the first time ever you said to him, yes Sir. It was going to be a really long and tough four years but, inside you knew it would be worth it. "Sniff my stinking socks faggot" you heard him say as his sweaty suck feet rest on your face as he was gaming. It brought you back to the present. This is what you had become, a straight jocks slave and sock sniffer. Enjoy college homo.

The smell of french fries hung heavy in the air, a cruel irony considering my current predicament. The cardboard box felt flimsy in my hands, a pathetic shield against the growing dread. I should have known better, should have resisted, but the lure of McDonald's, and the promises, and the deal, was too powerful.

“Alright guys,” I said, my voice a mix of resignation and rising panic. "The diaper & drive-thru was one thing but using this thing is so gross and…" My words trailed off, the reality of my situation crashing down. My hand flew to my face, a desperate attempt to hide, to disappear from the lens of that phone.

"Wait what??!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in a desperate plea. "Hey delete that photo you promised you wouldn't take pics!" It was too late, the click of the shutter was a brutal confirmation of my exposure. I was trapped, caught in the act, a diapered mess holding a box of fries. The day has just taken a turn for the worse. I had been had.

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Or if you already done it=)

Awrrr…big bro is such a tease.