doitbro: gabor-smelly-feet: Master boy “Why are you guys all looking at me like that?” I asked in co
doitbro: gabor-smelly-feet: Master boy “Why are you guys all looking at me like that?” I asked in confusion. Come to think of it, how did I even get down here? Down here near their gorgeous shoes: shoes that I loved to kiss, and sniff, and lick. “I must serve the owner of masculine feet,” I heard myself moan. It was true, I had to serve, but did I really just say that out loud? The jock nodded for me to go ahead, and I immediately bent over and kissed his dirty shoe. I sighed with relief as I felt a ton of tension leave my body. This was right. This is were I belonged. I had to serve the owner of superior masculine feet. Wait, superior? “I think he’s still hesitating,” The smart one observed. “Lick the bottom of my shoe,” He demanded. My lips quivered in fear as they left the jock’s shoes but that was soon replaced by immense relief as I started licking the dirt off his friend’s. “I still think what he needs is stronger fear,” Mr. Upstanding Citizen himself chimed in, “you even said that would increase his reward from stress relief.” “Dude you should let him try,” His athletic friend agreed, “no pain no gain, right?” The absolute genius didn’t seem convinced, “What if the fear increases his awareness? He might fight back. Whatever you do it’d have to be really subtle.” “Hey loser,” The amazing athlete tapped his foot, “I thought I told you to kiss my shoe.” I looked over at his red shoes and groaned, my tongue salivating as it continued to lick. I released the white shoes of his intellectually intimidating friend and leaned back to the red shoes of the incredible athlete. These masculine superiors deserved to be served. Their morally superior friend chuckled, “It’s not like you haven’t done a great job. Honestly dude, just look at him. I’m just saying I’ve learned a lot from watching you work, and I think I can give his brain chemistry that extra dose it needs to really lock in his inferiority.” “Tell him what you were thinking,” The jaw droppingly handsome jock encouraged. “I was thinking about setting him up in situations where he can resist, but rigging it so he fails and humiliates himself. For instance…” But I couldn’t really concentrate on what he was saying. I was too busy worshipping superior masculine feet. It was a task so enjoyable that my boner was throbbing in my pants. -- source link