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“Start with my socked feet - Get in there with your hands, mouth and nose”
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I hang out on Bluesky more, come see me there. https://wyatthurtz.bsky.social
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He confided to his uncle that he's gay. They had spent so much time together and were close so he thought it would be okay to share this with him because it was making him crazy not being able to tell anyone in their little homophobic Southern town. As soon as he said it it only took his uncle a couple of beats to say "Where'd you get that from? There's no fags in our family. Do you know the beating you'll get from your father if he finds out? You know him with his rebel Confederate flag on his truck and his Trump MAGA stickers. After he beats the shit outta you he'll send you packing, he won't accept a faggot living in his house. Look, I won't tell him but under one condition. Whenever you are here visiting you have to do whatever I tell you, whether you like it or not. Now a man like myself shouldn't have to be cleaning his own house and running his own errands when there's a faggot around. So you'll be doing that every weekend when you visit. Oh, yeah, did I mention? You're going to tell your parents you'll be visiting here every weekend. And another thing you're going to start doing for me. Take off my shoes and get on your knees and massage my sweaty socked feet. They get sore from being stuck in those leather dress shoes that I have to wear all day at work, and you're going to make them feel really good and relaxed. I said get on your knees. There you go, now start massaging them, do a really good job. And you don't stop unless I tell you to. Get your face in there too, kiss 'em and sniff 'em. That'll put you in your place like a dirty faggot should be. Now you kiss and sniff and massage my sweaty dirty socked feet and I'm going to read for a few hours. Don't stop or I will tell your father, and you'll be wandering down the highway looking for a job at a McDonald's or having to sell yourself to some dirty old fat fag for sex. Do you want that? No, I didn't think so. So go ahead, get massaging, sniffing, kissing my dirty sock feet. And thank me for being so kind as to not tell your father. And, thank me for allowing you to worship my stinking socks.
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On my knees prepared to worship Master's feet.
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Quand il fait un peu frais dans la maison
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