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jockfootking and a slave

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Ya, I know, I've got awesome fucking feet. Look at 'em, they're perfect in those socks. So go and fetch me that expensive scotch I told you to buy for me and those primo cigars. And hand me the remote control. I'm gonna have a great, relaxing evening with your gifts while you get the honor of massaging and worshiping my sweaty smelly socked feet faggot. And I wanna hear some loud and deep sniffing, my socks have been sweating in my leather dress shoes at work for three days, their masculine smell should be appreciated by a faggot like you. Okay, c'mon, go fetch my scotch, on the rocks, and my cigar and get to your job of worshiping my stinking dirty socks, that's why you beg me to come over here isn't it?

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When Josh told the Boss that He'd need another guy out at the site he was working He didn't think he'd send Him the faggot. So, being alone with it all day every day He decided to have some fun and make it His urinal, cocksucker, made it do the majority of the work and made it take off his boots and sniff His sweaty several days unwashed stinking socked feet. He laughed at it as it sniffed and turned red with embarrassment. It was fucking fun to use and humiliate a faggot. Hopefully we'll be out here for a long time Josh thought.

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Don't like it? Too bad faggot, we think it's hilarious! Glad I wore these socks for three days! LOL!

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That's right faggot, massage 'em with your face. I'm gonna meet up with my buds on line, it should be a few hours, just keep on working and shut up, no noise. Man my socks stink, I wore 'em all week to the gym. Good for you, huh? LOL Sniff hard but quietly bitch.

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What type of socks do you like to smell, lick and suck the most?

Those ones. 😊

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Islam spreads by fast reproduction. This method is extremely successful compared to other major religions since Arabs have all the assets required: a strong scent of pheromones to daze the Christian; bulging muscles to occupy the cocksucker’s thoughts and a thick meaty schlong to re-shape the faggots mouth, allowing them to pronounce the Qur'an verses.

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Your cousin, casually standing over you, briefly looks down at you. In his cocky manner, he calmly lifts one size 11 up, and rests it on your face. Your face melts into his bare sole while he relaxes it there. Feeling the light pressure on your face, you breathe in the bottom of his foot. After a moment he starts rubbing it up and down your face, flexing his toes over your nose. You look up at him and he stares down at you blankly, then smears his foot more purposely across your nose. You suddenly hear our other cousin call from downstairs. Your cousin stops, covers your whole face with his foot as if quieting you, and turns toward the stairs. You feel the bottom of his foot start to shake your face lightly as your cousin answers him. They have a little bit of a conservation as you lay there looking into his giant foot. You hear your other cousin from downstairs go back into the kitchen and feel your cousin smear his foot up and down your face a few more times. He covers your nose with his toes and rubs the bottoms firmly against your nose. “Who’s the king?,” he ask’s sarcastically. You point up at him as he engulfs your face with his entire foot, shaking the bottom briefly in agreement, replying,”Damn right.” He keeps you foot pinned a moment longer then removes his sole from your face as you watch the giant head down stairs.

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Pushed against the back door, feeling the pressure of the soles against your stomach and chest, Brian saw the college freshman grinning at him as his feet invaded his space. Your bro and his other college friend had gone into the convenience store, leaving you and his bro’s roommate, Austin, in the car. Austin, being the cocky roommate, had started using you as a footrest about an hour into the trip. This wasn’t the first time he messed around with you with his feet, him seeming to relish the dominance over you. One large, gray socked foot lifted up, and pushed against your face. Your nose sunk into the middle as you breathed in his probably week-old worn sock smell, now feeling him rub it against your face. He had gotten his smelly socked feet in your face a few times now as you muffled out,”Dude, your socks stink. I don’t wanna smell them.” You push his foot down, trying to keep it still on your chest. You see the college boy grin as he bends his knee back, yanking off his sock then doing the same to his other foot. “Smell my bare feet then,” he responds cockily and quickly thrusts both bare soles toward you.  With nowhere to escape, you watch the soft bottoms press into your face, their dry, cheesy odor overwhelming your nostrils. You lay there, barely struggling, you begin to get hard down below. You started feeling this way the last time he did this to you, not sure if it was just his teasing dominance toward you or the smell of his feet that was getting to you. You move your face against them, slouching down, managing to push one foot away. Austin not giving up his control, quickly brings it back , continuing to smother the smell into your face. You smear your face across his feet, getting your nose free, but he lowers his foot down, engulfing your nostrils with one pair of toes. You take a DEEP  inhale. Feeling the air being sucked in from between his toes, Austin ask’s,”Like getting feet rubbed in your face wimp?” You see him grinning at you, flexing and stroking his toes against your nose, getting into it. You grunt some and move your nose against his toes and hear him respond,”Oh yah, you totally do. Keep smelling them, little foot boy. ” He consumes your face under both bare soles, letting you lay there breathing them in for the next 15 minutes, hearing him tease you that you'll be his foot rest and rub his feet for the rest of the trip. You both hear voices approaching and you quickly sit up, letting Austin keep his feet in your lap. Your bro and his college friend get in, giving you both drinks and snacks for the remainder of the ride. You feel Austin’s foot adjust and dig his toes down into your hardon. You flinch and quickly move his foot away. Briefly glancing at him, you see him smiling at you as he lifts his head up, giving a long sniff into the air.  “You’re my foot bitch,” he mouths silently at you. You take a long swig of your drink, quenching your dry mouth, realizing that you love his foot odor and hope he dominates his feet in your face again. Also wondering if he would really use you as a footrest on the floor in front of your bro and his other college friend. They get back on the dark road, the inside of the car nearly black except the glow of the console and iPhones. You slightly slouch back down, glancing at your phone, and it isn’t to long before one of Austin’s feet blindly pushes against your face again. You lay there in almost darkness, pretending to be pinned, seeing him on his phone ignoring you, letting his toes play with your nose and mouth. You silently enjoying the smell under his toes as they curl over your nostrils.

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Ball gags aren’t really to keep faggots quiet….a hand and/or a threat of violence can solve that type of problem. No, a ball gag induces slobber…so while a faggot is already in the process of being emasculated with a Man’s dick in its ass, rather than protesting, it is drooling on itself like a subhuman invalid. The whole experience becomes an exercise in degradation.

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