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His parents were going to Europe for the summer. Even though he had finished his freshman year of college, they didn't think he was old enough to stay in the house by himself all that time. So they sent him off to his cousin's house. His aunt and uncle were really nice but his cousin was a total bully. And he never liked being around him because, even though he never ever said to anyone that he was gay, his cousin just knew he was a faggot. So the first night that he was there, after dinner, he went into his cousin's bedroom that they would be sharing for the summer. Then his cousin came in. His cousin said "hey faggot" and, he turned around and said nothing, about to lay on his bed and read a book. When he turned around his cousin tackled him. Then, before he knew it, he duct taped his wrists and ankles. He turned him around and put duct tape over his mouth. He pushed him down on the bed and sat next to him and kicked off his sneakers and put his sweaty smelly socked feet in his face and laughed. He said that he had been wearing those socks all week at volleyball practice and for two games. He laughed and said "enjoy the stink." And he had no way to escape it. And his cousin laughed. He stayed like that for a couple of hours on his phone, the faggot helpless, only able to smell the stink of his cousin's sweaty socks every time he took a breath in through his nose. So this is what my summer is going to be like, he thought. And even worse, he was going to work at the same restaurant as his cousin. He wad going to be around him 24/7. So he realized that basically he's going to be bullied all summer, and spending his time off with his cousin's sweaty socked feet in his face. He almost cried.

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Whenever he texted you to come over he'd keep the door unlocked and you'd walk in and immediately get on your hands and knees and crawl to him. He'd always be gaming with his headphones on and pay no attention to you at all. You'd immediately start massaging his sweaty smelly dirty workout socked feet while kissing and sniffing them simultaneously. This usually went on for two or three hours, no stopping, no rest, because you had been trained from the first time that if you hesitated or tried to rest in any way, he slaps you hard across your face with those stinking socked feet. And that left your ears ringing and your face stinging and red. When he took off his earphones and put down the controls you knew it was time for you to blow him. He still paid no attention to you unless he had to slap or kick you for doing something wrong or if he felt like really skull fucking you, grabbing your head and fucking your mouth like the cunt it is. After he shot his load in your mouth and you swallowed it, you said thank you and crawled back to the door and left for the night. Until the next time he texts you. And he told you if you missed coming to service him even once, or tried to give any excuses as to why you couldn't make it, you'd never see him again. The best part was getting home and having your face and your nostrils still stinking like his sweaty dirty socks as you lay in bed jerking off to everything that had just happened. He fucking owned you, sock sniffer.

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Teen sock worship

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Stupid faggot. You should be more careful about who you hook up with online. And coming over to a stranger's place in the middle of the night? Fucking idiot. You fags are so desperate to suck dick you'll go anywhere someone promises they'll use you as their cocksucker. Well fagtard, it's gonna be a long night for you. Here we go. Not sorry about your fag face, pervert.

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That's right get your nose right in those toes where it stinks the most and sniff deep and hard. I've been wearing these all week just for this moment. Thank me too for letting you continue to rent the room in my house without rent until you find another job. I don't need your fucking fag money, I'm a REAL MAN and I can take care of my own affairs. But you're here because I thought someone should pay for that third, little bedroom to pay off my mortgage faster. So keep sniffing faggot. Sniff and kiss my stinking socks. Beg me to let you stay here and not throw you and your shit on the curb. And I'll do it, try me. This'll be a daily thing until you get a new job and start paying your rent again. And you're gonna pay me back for whatever you miss with interest. I think twenty five percent is fair for inconveniencing me, don't you? In the meantime you do anything I tell you to do. And first and foremost that's going to be degrading yourself just like this, sniffing my dirty socked feet and apologizing and begging me for mercy. Got it faggot? Good. Now sniff harder, pig.

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Full version of my new banner photo

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Mmmmppphh!!

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“That’s right, my toy. Go ahead and send that pic to your ex-boyfriend. Tell him how good it feels to be mine now.”

Bryce’s cock hardened as he obeyed and did what he was commanded to do. His boyfriend no longer mattered to him. He was now just a toy for his Master to play with.

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