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Don’t worry faggot, one day you’ll get the courage to lock your dick away and forget about it.

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Goon to your future owners.

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You went home for the summer after your first year of college. You applied to be grounds maintenance at the golf/country club in town. The groundskeeper called you and without even an interview, hired you. On your first day he said you were partnered with another guy home from college who had worked there last summer and that he'd be in shortly and to wait there for him. When he walked through the door your stomach dropped. It was one of your high school bullies from the class ahead of yours. He barely glanced at you and then said c'mon, time to work faggot. As he brought you through the course, showing you what you need to do, he kept referring to you as homo and fag and girlie and she. He'd purposely bump into you hard, almost knocking you off your feet. He pushed you a few times and told you to get out of his way. Later on in the afternoon he sat up on one of the utility boxes on the side of the course and told you to get down on your knees. You wouldn't so he got up and forced you down. He sat back up on the box and kicked off his sneakers. "Sniff 'em faggot, sniff my stinking socks, kiss 'em and thank me for getting you this job. Ya, that's right, I told the boss that I know you and recommended you, that's why you didn't need an interview. The boss fucking loves me, he basically lets me take charge of the grounds. So when I saw your application I thought man, what a great reunion this will be, a faggot and it's high school bully, right? What else could be better than a walk down memory lane, huh? So, you'll be spending every day with me. Every day. And you be doing shit like this whenever I tell you to, massaging and sniffing and kissing and worshipping my stinking dirty sweaty socked feet and thanking me for this job. And, you're going to do all the work. All of it. I'll supervise you, and you'll do the work for both of us. Don't like it? I can get you fired with just one word to the boss. Not to mention a summer of getting your ass kicked around town by me. So get on my stinking socks homo, sniff kiss and worship and thank me for my incredible generosity to a subhuman fag like yourself. It's gonna be a great summer man!"

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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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