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Finn started to laugh after your answer and then with a sadistic smile he replied back.

"Of course you are a virgin. How stupid of me to think someone would touch you."

He's been your roommate for less than a week, and he managed to belittle you and humiliate you. Unlike you, he looked perfect, a straight man with charm. A charm that captivated you and made you submissive towards him.

"Don't be sad, though, I fuck enough women for the both of us."

He said, getting off the couch and going to his room.

That was how your conversations went. He speaks, and you barely say anything just captivated by his charisma and natural dominance.

A few minutes later, he gets out alm dressed up. He looks at you and winks.

"I'm going on a date. Maybe you can clean around and tidy this place in the meantime."

"Sure."

"That's my good boy."

He left, and you started cleaning around. It's mostly his mess, but he is a busy man, you told yourself, but you're almost always home, so it's only fair you do the cleaning.

A few hours later, he comes back with his date. They pass by you with neither of them looking at you and go to his room and lock the door. You approach quietly and listen to their sounds. You hear them completing each other between kisses until suddenly her voice tone changes, and with a higher pitch, she start to say how big it is. He assures her that it'll be fine.

This turns you on so much. You start rubbing your dick through your pants. They go for around thirty minutes, and then the voices become more intense. You knew they were close, and so were you. You can hear that they finished so you rub fast to cum, and as you ejacuate the door slightly opens and Finn comes out with his underwear on.

He looks at the stain on your pants and clenches his fist. You drop to your knees and kiss his foot.

He kicks your face and holds you by your hair as he takes you to your bathroom.

"You fucking creep. You fucking pervert. I'm not gonna ruin this perfect date. You perv will stay in here until I come and deal with you tomorrow. He goes out and locks the door behind him."

Having no other choice you stay there the whole night. You sleep for a few hours on the floor until you hear the door getting unlocked.

"She just left, and now I have time to deal with you, perv. You twisted little cuck. What is it you're into? Men? Feet? Cuckoldry? What do you like getting off to?"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make things weird. I don't know what happened and why I did that. Please forgive me."

"Shut the fuck up freak."

He slapped you to your knees.

"Do you wanna kiss my foot again? Go ahead! Show me how pathetic you are."

You kissed his foot and kept staring at his feet.

"I've fucked some loser's girlfriends and I've had freaks at my feet, but I've never seen someone as low and pathetic as you. You came to moaning sounds? Seriously!?."

He grabbed you by your hair again to the bedroom. He sat and told you to sit opposite to him. He then propped his feet up on your legs.

"Lick."

You looked at him, puzzled and scared. He didn't look at you, but he stomped your face with his foot.

"Now."

Without any second thought you started licking. As you did your dick started to grow but you didn't dare touch it.

"Listen up, creep. You'll, as I say, if you want to avoid being beaten up. I already had you cleaning and doing all the housework, but I need you to be more efficient. I don't have to point out things because you'll be making sure everything is always clean and all the chores are always done. Every time I have someone over, no matter who they are, you'll go back to that bathroom and lock yourself in there. No one needs to see the perverted creep I live with. Finally, as for whatever you have in your pants, you'll lock it up and give me the key to dispose of it, or I will have you castrated. I'm not joking now. Locked or removed. No in-between. My feet will be the closest you get to kiss someone. I want you to channel your power to service them. Kiss them, lick them, and rub them. Love them more than anything else, as I can assure you no one will over want to be near you."

His words just dictated how your life will be. You felt like you were in the presence of an all-powerful king. What he said was true. You've never kissed anyone before, but now you have his feet that you saw as utter perfection.

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Irvin had an older brother who had served in the army and retired from it. So when his friend told him that he had joined the reserves, he joked him about it. Since the reserves didn't serve full time, they weren't considered worth the acknowledgent of the regular army soldiers.

Pete didn't like how Irvin felt about his reserve duty schedule and wanted to show how much the reserves are worthy of respect. Prior to him leaving for his once a month weekend duty, he called Irvin over to his place to help him pack a few things in his duffle bag.

Irvin entered Pete's room. "What you need help packing for your cake weekend?" He joked at his friend. He then saw Pete shine his phone camera light at him. "What are you doing now?" He assked. A few seconds later, he saw the room and Pete getting larger and larger. By the time he realized what happened, he was too late to stop it. He had been shrunking down to an ince tall.

Pete laughed, looking down at his now one inch tall friend. "You're was what I needed to pack. But I am going to put you in a special place. You're coming with me for my drill weekend." He continued to laugh as he picked him up and dropped him into one of his boots. "Don't worry, you'll wll survive in there. I also suggest you stay in my boot all weekend. You might now want anyone else seeing you." He put his boot on his feet and finished getting ready. He could feel his tiny body under his socked foot. He knew he ws going to have a fun weekend on base for sure.

Irvin was shocked his friend had shrunken him and put him in his stinky boot. He was crushed under his socked toes as Pete walked around in his boots. He definitely didn't want anyone one else seeing his tiny form. He really had no choice but to make Pete's boot his home for the entire weekend. He thought to himself that it won't be too bad.

Irvin saw that his thought process was all wrong. it was a horrible weekend at the mercy of Pete' s socked foot. It was constantly crushing just about anywhere under his foot. The boot already stunk, but the sweaty sock made it a hundred times worse. There was no escape from being crushed and forced to smell the most disgusting odor he had ever sniffed. He had to breathe it all weekend long. The only fresh air he got was when Pete would take his boots off, but even that was limited. Pete would stuff his sweaty socks in the boot right afterward. He couldn't wait for this weekend of hell to be over.

Pete returned home from drill weekend. He removed the boot he kept Irvin in and tilt it over for Irvin to get out. He saw his tiny body come out and approached his giant foot. "I think you should kiss my foot and thank me for my service." He spoke from above.

Irvin grabbed and kissed his socked toes. He was so relieved to finally be out and breathe fresh air. "I respect your service in the reserves now. I want to be normal size again." He requested and acknowledged. He waited for him to return him back to normal.

Pete had a smirk on his face. He put his boot right side up. He picked up Irvin and dropped him back in his boot. "I want to have a little more fun with you if you don't mind. You made my drill weekend great being under my foot. I can't wait to put you in my favorite sneaker tomorrow." He added and took his other boot off. He could hear him protesting but chose to ignore it. Irvin was too tiny to stop him anyway.

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“I gotta finish studying for this exam, but you can lick my feet if you want.”

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Zac showing his feet for his viewers everyday he is grinding for people to feed him their wallets

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Greg had been lucky to hook up with Eric six months ago. He was desperate for a foot master to serve. He felt it was his need to serve and be ruled over by a dominate alpha. After a few conversations online, he was permitted to meet up with Eric at his home for some personal foot service.

Eric would have Greg licking and worshipping his feet at times for hours. Many times, Greg would serve as a footstool after a long day at work. He would rub his sweaty feet and socks in his face as a form of relaxation. Playing games was especially his favorite, because he had his loyal foot slave under his desk under his feet, sometimes for several hours without complaining one bit.

One weekend, Eric saw he had run out of clean socks to wear to sell his products at the flea market. He didn't have time to wash clothes. He called Greg over immediately to help with that.

"How can I help you, Master?" Greg asked Eric as he knelt before him.

"I don't have any clean socks to wear today. And I don't have time to wash my clothes." Eric looked down at the loyal foot slave at his feet.

"I can wash your clothes for you, master." Greg instantly offered, willing to do anything for the master who owned him.

"Not enough time for that. I need a fresh pair to wear now." Eric demanded, knowing full well how he was going to solved that issue.

"Then, what shall I do for you, Sir?" Greg asked, not sure how he could help his master. He saw a sadistic grin in his master's face. He could tell that he had a solution in mind already.

"Oh, you will see." Eric said as he pointed his phone camera down at Greg. With one quick flash a pair of black ankle Nike socks were on the floor where Greg was once kneeling. "Wow, look what I found. A fresh pair of socks for me to wear today." He laughed as he picked up the socks and put them on his feet. He grabbed one of his slinkiest pair of shoes. He laughed as put them on his feet. "It's going to be a great day at the flea market." He laughed again.

Greg didn't know what happened till he felt his master's feet slide inside him. He had served Eric for the past six months, but this was the first time his master had ever transformed him. It was a new experience. His feet didn't have an odor yet. The next thing he smelled was a strong foul scent that was so gross. It was the pair his master would make him smell every week. This time the odor was way more intense than before. He loved his master's feet, but this was too much.

Eric drove to the flea market and set up at the booth. He wiggled his toes in his new pair of socks. It was already warm outside. He knew it would get hot and sweaty in his shoes as the day would go by. The thought of his foot slave trapped in there amused him. He couldn't wait to see how he smelled at the end of the day.

Greg was begging for mercy a few hours later. His master's foot was getting sweaty. The musky odor was saturating his sock bodies. Along with the odor of the shoes, it made it hundred times worse. He couldn't move or speak in protest. He could hear the many voices above him but had no means to let anyone know what his master was doing to him. Hour by hour went by and the sweat and musk got worse and worse. The wiggling of the toes showed how dominated he was at his master's feet. He was at his mercy, and no one knew it.

Eric arrived back how at the end of Saturday evening. He took off his shoes and smelled his socks. "Oh boy, you really reek. But we are doing it again tomorrow." He laughed at his foot slave turned socks.

At the end of Sunday, he did the same thing he had done Saturday evening. "You did a great job this weekend. I think I need to keep you longer like this. I hope you don't mind." Eric laughed as he walked about his house still wearing his foot slave on his feet.

Eric's mind was completely warped by the end of Sunday. He had no resistance left in him anymore. He accepted his fate as his master's socks. "Thanks for letting me serve your perfect feet, master." It was all he could mentally respond back. His master's feet had completely stomped him into ultimate submission as nothing but socks now.

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You must be trying to get your ass beat faggot. Did I say you could wear underwear? Take them off. Be happy I’m allowing you to wear shorts. Yeah I know everyone is gonna be able to see your cock cage. That’s the fucking point. You getting tired of being my slave? Let me know. I can find a fag who is happy to follow directions. Go get your red collar the one that says bitch. I just decided you’re wearing that too. I want you to show everyone you’re proud to be your bully’s slave. You’re gonna have a lot to discuss at this reunion. Remember every time you want to speak today you have to find me, kiss my pit, and say “Master may I speak.” Don’t mess up. If you test me I will throat fuck you right in front of everyone.

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I walked in. I was in my usual haze from work. I dropped my keys on the table. I walked over to him kissed the back of his hand. “Hello Sir,” I said still far in my mind. He told me to follow him to the bathroom. When I got there, I realized he was wearing his high school basketball shorts. My head swam with memories of him when he was the cruel jock. The god of the hallways. I remembered my fear and lust. “Strip.” He ordered. I peeled off my clothes. This was unusual but not completely unheard of. “On your knees.” He said. I was down so fast i was pretty sure I’d have bruises on my knees. He pulled my blow dryer from the cabinet and made quick work of tying my hands behind my back. “What am I?” He asked. “You’re my master,” I said breathlessly. He frowned a bit, “No… see I noticed that we’ve slid into routine. Now that we live together it must’ve been easy for you to forget.” He said walking around me. I’d been tied up so many times I lost count something was different. I suddenly felt so vulnerable. “I’m the guy who used to torture you. Make your life a living hell. Make you…suffer. That’s what made my dick hard. But these days, it’s different. If I spit in your face, you open your mouth. If I rub my sour balls in your face you moan. If I slap you, you thank me. So what’s in it for me?” He said. “I-I can struggle Sir I can resist.” I replied. “That’s not real. I had to think long and hard about a new way to make you suffer. Something you wouldn’t enjoy.” He said. He was still behind me I was starting to feel my breath get faster and faster. Then I heard a click. Followed by the dull hum of the hair clippers. He stepped slowly around me. “Oh god. Please let’s talk, no god please no,” I couldn’t tell if I was crying, because I felt sick. “Mmm there it is. That’s the face I live for. Distress.” He said. “Please don’t. Please.” I sounded pathetic. I sounded like my teenage self again. He stared at me without sympathy. He brought the clippers up I felt the vibrations run across my scalp. In my periphery I saw the first tuft of hair fall. I felt it brush down my body. Short hairs tickling and sticking me. I was in total shock. He went to work buzzing my hair off. I could see lock after lock fall at his feet. As the little hairs stuck to me tickling and irritating me I felt betrayed by my own hair. I could barely breathe. I didn’t know if it’d been seconds or hours. I watched his dick get harder with each pass of the clippers. The sound was louder and louder as he got near my ears. “Hair is so important to a faggot. It’s gonna be so hard for you to explain this at work tomorrow. Tell them you tried to cut your own hair and did so bad I had to fix it.” He said. He was already making fun of me. It must’ve been no more that three inches on my head but he was right. It was important to me. What would I say? It was like he’d peeled off my identity. He turned the clippers off. He ran his hand over my head. Goosebumps covered my whole body. I shivered. “What am I?” He asked. “You’re my bully.” I said trying not to sob. He pulled his shorts down, “Good, you remember. Open.”

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Uh ohh… looks like somebody’s still mad. You still upset I shaved your head? I have enough hair for both of us. Did I go too far my lil fuck face? Good. You’re the one who fell in love with a bully. Besides you look cuter this way. All fuzzy like a faggot peach…Are you fucking blushing?! Ha! God I haven’t seen you blush since I used to rip your towel off in the showers. Make all the guys laugh at your lil nubbin. Ahhh the good ol’ days. Here, you got 5 minutes. Sniff, lick, suck any part of me you want, you can even beat off. You’ve been a good lil bitch. C’mon, offer won’t last. Time is ticking.

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“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” He said from his sprawled position. The whole room already smelled like him. I wanted to scream, or faint, maybe cry? “What are you doing here? I said I didn’t wanna see you again.” I said. I dragged my suitcase into the room and closed the door. “Did you miss me?” He asked. Arrogant bastard. I hated him. “Listen it’s not normal, our arrangement got too toxic and…how the hell did you even find me? How did you even get a key to the room?!” I was exasperated. “We went to the same high school idiot. You think I don’t get the same reunion emails?” he stood up and started walking toward me. I knew his feet were sweaty by the smell of the room, but hearing the suction on the floor with each step let me know they were still damp. God what was about him? He’d been my obsession since I was 13. He coiled his arms around me neck. “I said, did you miss me?” He looked me deep in my eyes. Standing this close I could smell every glorious scent coming from his body but my true first love was those pits. He was so warm. “It’s not about whether I miss you. Who dates their bully? It’s fucked in the head. I need to be single until I can be in a normal relationship.” I said. It was so hard trying to fight my instincts, I wanted him to kiss me, stuff me in a locker, hug me, punch me… “that’s where you’re wrong, we were never dating. You belong to me. I belong to you too though. Fuck normal. We’re more than that.” He said. I felt my knees buckling. He rubbed his wet pit in my face, I felt like I was home again. He pulled me into a deep kiss, he caressed my face. Then he slowly began pulling and twisting my ear. My eyes watered, I winced, I was rock hard. “Please,” was all I could whisper. We both knew I wasn’t begging for him to stop… I needed more. He grabbed a handful of my hair pulling it roughly. He pressed his lips against mine. With his eyelids at half mast, he whispered, “I’m Back.”

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