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Losing your job was rough, but your roommate, Jeremy and you had a good rapport. Appealing to this he let you stay one the condition he'd cover rent, but you had to take in responsibilities each fortnight you went without a job. Easy, some extra chores was nothing to being able to live rent free while you found a new position.

The first two weeks just added housework to the responsibilities: dishes, cleaning, trash was all your responsibility. You noticed Jeremy getting less tidy or careful, you were quick to clean up after him.

The next fortnight brought laundry duties, where you noticed he really worked up a sweat. You always liked his musk, but something about doing task for him and smelling his sweaty clothes made you oddly addicted. You started finding yourself taking a sock here or there to get a nice whiff.

As a new month rolled in Cooking started to be your duties next, breakfast lunch and dinner. It wasn't too bad but the responsibilities were stacking up to where finding time to job hunt was hard. Whenever you considered just quitting the arrangement and living with your parents Jeremy would give you a compliment, a pat on the head, or whisper of sweet words that made you glow for some reason. It was hard to not want to please him. Those night you found your self sniffing his clothes before bed more often.

The next weeks of joblessness hit and you were at a loss of what more you could do. Jeremy had an idea. "After work, rub my feet, they are so sore walking over the site so much. You'd be a good boy and do that, yes?"

You couldn't resist that. Soon you were worshipping his feet each night. Jeremy steadily grew more controlling and demanding. Eating your time to look for work and giving more responsibilities even as they got sexual and humiliating.

Here you four months later, caged dick, nippled clamped, naked, licking his feet and being his personal servant. Jeremy reclines as you suck on his big toe submissively. "You know, I knew I could make you the perfect bitchboy. As soon as my socks went missing I knew it. Though you can't jack off to my socks anymore can you? I make enough now I can pay for both of us, you're too under my thumb to fight back anymore." His big toes shoved their way in your mouth, and pulled at the cheeks for you tongue to fall out and drool. There was no fighting it, he eroded that away over the months, when he wanted a toy you were his toy. His toes passively pulled and prodded your face. "This is your new job so no more job searching bitchboy. This is where you belong."

His feet against your face a sign he needed a foot stool. You lay on the ground with his feet covering your face. Jeremy had crushed you ambition, independence, and free will, but you were in heaven as you sniff and licked your master's feet and you penis strained against the cage leaking precum.

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Sweaty sock worship

[yurrfttboyy]

"But you promised to remove my cage and have sex with me today."

"I wouldn't if I knew he would be free, now I do. Don't wait for me I'll spend the night at his place."

"At least remove my chastity before you go I've been locked for months."

"No, and I don't want to hear you make such demands again. Now go to bed, I'll even send you some photos tomorrow morning."

"Yes sir."

"I love you boy. Goodnight."

Next Morning:

[Over Text]

You: Good morning babe. Hope you had fun yesterday 🙃. I just wanted to ask about the images you said you would send.

Your Boyfriend: Good morning love. Yeah about that we didn't take any photos. It was quite intimate last night to say the least... But don't be sad here's a picture of his feet. I know they make you go crazy 🤣.

You: I was promised more than that 🙄. But... yeah his feet are something else. Fuck I wish I can jerk off right now. Is he still asleep?"

Your boyfriend: Well as I said things were a bit too intense last night, he's probably still tired of all that action 😉.

You: 😒

Your boyfriend: Anyway he just woke up. Talk to you soon baby ❤️.

A Few Minutes Later

Unknown Number: Hey cuck. Can you leave us the fuck alone when we are together? Here's what you can do instead! I'll send you another photo of my perfect feet and I want you to hump your caged dicklet on your pillow until you cum. Repeat till your boyfriend comes home (tonight?) . I convinced him to spend the day with me, so he's taking me out on a date. Enjoy your 'sex' and fuck off ❤️.

[yurrfttboyy]

Creator: Master Christopher (X)

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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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Comes over to your place whenever he wants to, hangs out, eats your food, drinks your beer (which is there for him), uses your computer, orders movies and sports events on your TV, totally avoids you with his total SUPERIOR attitude while you sniff his sweaty socked feet, massage them, and transfer one hundred bucks per hour into his Venmo account.

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The kid you rented a room to (because you thought he was dangerous hot) was an IT rep at work and one night out of boredom he hacked into your phone and saw all your fag cock sucking, ass licking pics. He was disgusted but particularly intrigued by your sock fetish. So before you knew it you were spending a few nights a week under his desk with your face serving as his footstool. He stopped changing his socks every few days and just started rotating them, all dirty. Oh, and he wasn't paying you rent anymore, he lived there for free.

[yurrfttboyy]

I'll never let you suck my dick faggot, never. But you can sniff my stinking socked feet all you want, it's pretty easy money for me. Funny how baiting you online worked out great for both of us, huh? I've got extra pocket money every time I come over and you get to satisfy your twisted needs. And it's fucking funny watching you degrade yourself like this. But I think you need to have me over twice a week from now on I like the ease of "earning" the extra money. Twice a week or nothing faggot. I don't care if you've got to get a second job, make it happen. Keep sniffing little pig, little faggot sock slave. Hahaha

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Every day Sir comes home from work His fag house boy drops everything and runs out to the living room where Sir sits down on the couch. The fag kisses His shoes and as directed unties them with it's teeth and without getting them wet with saliva or it will get kicked or stomped. Once untied and loosened Sir makes the fag lay on it's back on the floor and uses it's face to press the heel of the shoes into so he can slip them off. Basically the fag's face served as a shoehorn. Then Sir places His sweaty smelly dress socked feet heavy on the fag's face and it deeply inhales their smell for as long as Sir wants. Once Sir moves His dirty socked feet to the fag's chest, it is time for it to give them a good massage. When Sir moves His socks to the fag's face it knows to kiss them and thank Sir. Then it runs into the kitchen to quickly get Sir's dinner on the table, a fresh cooked full course meal, every day. Sir wonders why all Straight Men don't take a fag under their control to do all their housework and errands and make them worship them in any way that reminds them of their place, that keeps them humble and a bit humiliated. fags like that straight masculine control. They need a masculine scent like a Straight Man's sweaty socked feet on their face. It's a contribution to society they otherwise wouldn't serve because otherwise they're all bar hopping, drunk, anonymous sex faggots.

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Fans🧦 Socks

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Your mother, who's a nurse, changed to the evening shift. So every day, whenever your stepfather came home after work, he'd make you get down on your knees, take off his shoes, and massage, sniff, and kiss his sweaty sock feet. He said he only acted like he was okay with you being a faggot in front of your mother, but really that he couldn't stand faggots. So he said he was going to treat you like one. And he said if you told his mother, he'd make sure you get kicked out of the house one way or another. He would make you run and get him beers. He'd have you call for takeout for him and make you pay for it out of your allowance. He either avoided you while you serviced his sweaty socked feet or verbally degraded you, calling you a good girl, calling you a faggot, calling you a dirty homo sock sniffer, and even more things that truly humiliated you and made you feel like shit. Once he even made you made you cry and he laughed at that. So that was your life. Everyday after school you had to come straight home and wait for him to come home from work. And every day you worshiped and massaged his sweaty sock feet. You couldn't go out with your friends. You couldn't have any activities after school. The five evenings that your mom was working at the hospital, you were his sock sniffing bitch. That was your life now.

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You’re my bitch and you always will be.

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Picking up and paying sk8ers in the park and paying them to sniff their sweaty smelly long over the calf socked feet had become an addiction. You were out there every night now. You realized that to keep it up you were going to have to get a second, part-time job to supplement your income to keep this up. And the sk8ers kept upping their price on you because they could see your desperation, your need. So you knew you'd have to just work and sniff their sweaty socked feet, that would be your entire life. You couldn't help it, you're a sock slave faggot.

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Jock sock worship 3