pup-jaxx

[pup-jaxx]

Picture source: Instagram account @soc_spandex

Clark came back from using the restroom. He still had a good bit to type on his research paper that was due in two days. Lucky for him, he knew the best way to focus on the assignment. As he sat back down, he noticed a frustrated look on the face of his tied-up footrest.

"Come on, dude, untie me. It's been a good hour and a half now. My face smells like your rank ass socks." Taven complained as he struggled in the ropes that had him bound tight.

"No can do, I haven't finished this paper yet. You just have to wait a little while longer, my footrest." Clark smirked. "I thought you loved feet anyway. It really has helped me to focus having a footrest smell my feet the entire time." He added.

Taven struggled to get free, but the ropes were too tightly bound. There was no getting out of them. "But did you have to tie me up for this? I said I would help you to foucs, but isn't this taking it too far?" He questioned him.

"You know, you are talking too much to just be furniture." Clark needed to focus and his footrest was talking way too much. He got up and came back with a roll of duct tape. He tore off two good pieces and placed them over Taven's mouth. "Now that's better. All you need to do is be a comfortable piece of furniture while I do my work, okay." He added as he pulled his chair up to his desk and continued to work on his paper. He pat his feet on Taven's face for a little bit before ignoring him entirely. Having a living footrest/furniture most certainly helped him to focus on his work.

Taven's view changed to the bottom of Clark's socks. With his mouth sealed shut, the only way to breathe was through his nose. Each breath he inhaled smelled like rank feet combined with musk. Being tied up and not able to complain made the experience almost like torture. He only hoped that Clark would finish soon. Being his furniture was exactly how he had imagined it would be when he volunteered to help his roommate focus on his report.

[pup-jaxx]

Picture source: @blueravenwolf

Drey had the worst luck in one class. Unfortunately, it was one he needed to pass, or he could be kicked off the football team. It would look embarrassing if the star football player was removed because of one class he couldn't pass. Feeling desperate, he decided to ask the smartest student he knew on campus for help.

Sam looked up to see a shadow over him as he was reading a sci-fi novel. He looked up to see the star football player Drey. Drey would sometimes tease him for his smaller body and smarts, all of which would annoy him. "What do you want now?" He asked, not in the mood for child like teasing.

"I need your help. I need to pass this one class, or I will get kicked off the team. Will you help me?" Drey asked desperately.

Sam was shocked at this turn of events. "Why should I? What is in it for me?" He wasn't interested in helping the football jock who often teased him.

Drey needed to convince him to help him pass this class. "I know we don't know each other that well, but I do know you could help me greatly. So if you help me, I will owe you one, okay?" He offered Sam, hoping he would take the offer presented.

Sam thought about it. "Okay, I will help you. You have to keep your word, though. I promise, breaking your word would have consequences." He added. Drey shook his hand in agreement and left.

A couple of months later, Drey got his grades. He had passed and was in no danger of being kicked off the team. He felt relieved. He saw Sam approaching. "Thanks for your help. My position is safe on the team."

"Great, now we can talk about how you can pay me back." Sam spoke up. He had not forgotten the deal that was made.

"Yeah, about that. I kind of said that to convince you to help me. I honestly didn't mean it." Drey paused. "I was hoping that you might have forgotten about it since I haven't brought it up." He added.

Sam didn't like that after he took time out of his life to help the football jock who liked to tease him a lot. "I see. So, you have no intentions of keeping the deal?" He asked.

"What do you think, gay nerd boy?" Drey was tired of the conversation. He got what he needed and didn't need him anymore.

"I see. So, you used me and is done? Is that it?" He wanted to be entirely sure before proceeding to what he was thinking.

"That is what gay nerds are for," Drey laughed. "Now go away before I have you under my shoes as a footrest."

That gave Sam the perfect idea. He took out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max app. He put in the settings for a pair of black socks. He hit the flash option. Instantly, Drey was replaced with a pair of thick black socks on the chair. He quickly grabbed them and stuffed them in his pocket, and he went back to his dorm room.

Drey saw the flash and lost consciousness. He woke up later feeling something inhabiting the inside of his body. His body felt hollowed out. He could hear the sound of a TV in the background. He then felt something wiggling inside him. He knew exactly what it was a moment later. It was toes. He felt disgusted when he realized what he had become. He was a pair of socks. He tried any motion possible. The only thing he could do was slight vibrations.

Sam felt vibrations coming from his socks. "Oh, you are awake now, Drey. If you haven't figured out already, I turned you into a pair of socks on my feet. You actually gave me the idea. By the way, this is permanent. I deleted the revert data about thirty minutes ago. You belong to my gay feet now." He laughed while wiggling his toes in his new favorite socks.

Drey vibrated angrily on his owner's feet. He was highly upset. He didn't want this to be his permanent life, especially on a gay college student's feet. He wanted his old life back as the star football player. How could the gay nerd have done this to him, a straight jock.

"I don't know if you are upset or happy down there since socks can't talk." Sam paused and laughed again. "Either way, I can't change you back to normal now. You are stuck this way forever. But I did add some durability to you. You should last on my feet for at least thirty years without damage. Enjoy your new life, socks." He laughed again while focusing on what he was watching on TV.

Drey regretted asking Sam for help now. If he knew the nerd would do this to him, he would have asked someone else. He was powerless on his feet. All of his senses were on hyper sensitivity, from taste to feel. The smell of Sam's feet was strong with no escape from it. It was like both feet were in his mouth. He could taste all of it. This was a complete nightmare. He was the straight alpha jock who was the property of one of the gay nerds. He could only regret not keeping his word like he was supposed to.

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH to everyone

[pup-jaxx]

[pup-jaxx]

[pup-jaxx]

Picture source: @auquier6680

[pup-jaxx]

Picture source: anonymous

[pup-jaxx]

Sniff my dirty socks! 😈🧦

[pup-jaxx]

[pup-jaxx]

Who’s wearing a red speedo, has a taut faggot body, and needs to start wearing his cage more often?

Me, Sir? Haha. I need it too. I've felt a bit naked these last couple weeks. Do you have it with you, or should I go fetch it?

Go fetch it boy. Two months this time. You need a new record as a goal.

Awesome Sir. When we first went to the beach and I was caged, everyone gawked because I had it on. Last week they were aghast that I didn't. Today they'll all be happy that I'm back in it. People outside the community are so weird.

I hear that boy. Thankfully we have each other. Put on your cage fag. Let's go.

Yes, Sir.

[pup-jaxx]

[pup-jaxx]

[pup-jaxx]

Alpha already had me in his control, I was his and his only. But when he said “Down boy and Sniff!” I completely lost it

His smell is the only thing in my mind, the only thing that matters

[pup-jaxx]

[pup-jaxx]

[pup-jaxx]

Picture source: anonymous

[pup-jaxx]

Picture source: Instagram account @colestheking

"I guess you lost our little bet," Kane spoke, looking down at his sock that had a big hole in it. "You bet me that you could survive a month on my feet. It has only been two weeks, and you have a big hole in you." He laughed.

Kane's roommate Terry had bet he could survive one month as his socks. He took him up on that bet with a little addition. If he didn't make the full month, then he could keep him as his socks and use him like a cum rag. What Kane forgot to tell his roommate was that no pair of socks ever lasted a month on his feet without being ruined.

"You know what that means since you have a massive hole in you. You are stuck this way forever." Kane paused with a smile. "At least you will make a good cum rag. Oh, by the way, I never had any pair of my socks make it a month. They all get holes in them, way before the month is up. I should have told you that you was in a losing bet." He laughed.

Terry's mind was going crazy. Every pair of shoes that Kane wore was torture. The odor was intense in every pair. Being crushed under his feet without mercy or death made it worse. Some of his shoes had the worst insoles. It was no wonder that none of his socks had never made it a full month without a hole in them. Yet, that also sealed his fate. His roommate wasn't going to change him back now. He started to regret ever making that bet.

[pup-jaxx]

picture source: Instagram account @thesockroom

Oliver and Rick were at the machines enjoying themselves. They had decided to take a road trip to Las Vegas for the weekend for some fun. They had been best friends since their college years. Both were the best of gay friends. While at the machines, they happened to notice three jock-type pointing their directions and poking fun at them. After a while, it became too much to ignore.

"What's the deal with you three?" Oliver asked as both of them approached. He was getting annoyed with their antics.

"Ah, look guys, the two fags came over. You think they want something?" Brad quickly joked right in front of their faces to see their reaction.

"I think so if they came right over," Dan added. "You know fags can't resist us straight alphas. Maybe they should kiss our shoes or something." He laughed.

"We would be giving them a purpose that way." Pete timed in as well, making joke of them.

"You guys are just plain rude to someone you don't even know." Rick spoke up.

"We know enough. You both are fags and should be at our alpha feet." Dan remarked. He saw that his words touched a nerve. "Poor baby want to cry?" He laughed.

"Someone needs to put you three in your place." Oliver wasn't taking their remarks.

"It certainly won't be you two." Brad quickly chimed in. "I got to go to the restroom." He then looked at the two that came over. "Unless you two want to follow me to suck on something." He laughed and walked off.

Oliver saw his friends laughing even more. He took out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max App. He swore he would never use it unless it was necessary. He thought this was the perfect opportunity. He input in one setting and pointed at Dan. He hit the flash option.

Pete watched as Dan was quickly replaced with a pair of white socks with grey-toed on the floor. He was about to say something before he saw a flash his direction. He found himself unable to move or speak. He felt a hand pick him up off the floor. He wanted to protest but had not the means to do so.

"Nice, a pair of straight alpha socks for our feet." Rick spoke, picking up the pair of white socks off the floor.

"It works since we didn't wear any socks today. Let's go try them on." Oliver said as he went to find a secluded place to put on their new socks. Rick followed beside him.

Dan was mortified to feel a pair of feet enter his now sock bodies. He could taste every part of his owner's feet. His sense of smell was so heightened. The smell of his owner's feet was intense. It got worse as the shoes came on. The odor from the shoes was insane. He couldn't move to escape or get away from it. He had no means to call for help. Being walked on brought on pain that he had never experienced before. It was tremendous pressure with each step. It was like being crushed by a huge truck over and over without death.

Pete found a similar experience as the foul odor from the used shoes made him want to gag if he had a mouth. The sweaty and salty taste of his owner's feet didn't help make the situation any better. He could hear the two of them commenting and laughing about how comfortable their new socks were. The fact that both had planned to keep them this way forever scared him. Two fags were wearing them on their feet and they were powerless to stop them. Their only hope was for Brad to do something about their fate.

Brad came back from the restroom to find his two friends missing. He walked around but didn't see them. He called their phones but only got voicemail. He began to wonder where they went. He then saw the two guys they had previously picked on. "Hey, have you two seen my two friends? I can't find them anywhere." He asked. He saw a smirk on one of their faces. They both took off one shoe.

"You looking at them," Oliver spoke. "I turned them into our socks. I have always wondered what wearing straight alpha socks would feel like." He presented the app on the phone showing the most recent transfomations.

At first, Brad didn't believe him. It was seeing the two pictures of his two friends in the app that convinced him. He was furious. "Change them back now." He demanded.

"Get down and kiss our fag shoes first," Rick said.

"No way I will submit to a fag." Brad refused.

"Okay, you know what to do, Oliver," Rick smirked. He watched as Rick Oliver deleted the revert data and showed it to Brad.

"Thanks for the permanent pair of straight alpha socks." Oliver paused. "Your three were so rude to us. My feet will be teaching them a lesson for a while." He added.

"If you don't like it, you can join them. I could use a pair of straight alpha slides to wear." Rick aded and laughed.

Brad looked on powerless to change his friend's fate. Two alpha jocks were now socks for two fags. The thought was so infuriating, yet he didn't want to end up the same way. He walked away disgusted with himself for being unable to change their fate.

Both Pete and Dan watched as Brad walked away, leaving them at the mercy of the two fags they picked on. They now wish they were nicer to them.