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I was walking around the flea market when I ran into Joe sitting outside his truck with a sign advertising his big smelly feet. We were only ever brief acquaintances but I always thought Joe was so hot. He’d moved out of town but I guess he was back and trying to make ends meet by the looks of it. I walked up and he recognized me. “Hey buddy how’s it going? Isn’t this funny - guys paying to get their rocks off on my smelly feet?” I chuckled and pulled out a wad of cash. “Yeah - real funny.” “Oh,” he said. “Well, go ahead buddy.” I gave him a few fives and went to work sniffing his bare soles and toes. His sweaty feet were rank. “So how’s life?” He asked. We caught up a bit while I hungrily huffed on his stinky feet, pressing my nose deep between his toes and into his soles, until I creamed my pants from the delicious stink. “Satisfied buddy?” He asked. “Hell yeah. I’ll be back later Joe.” I gave him an extra tip, bought his rank socks off him for good measure, letting him know I’d be on the market for them whenever he’d have a pair he hadn’t washed in a week or so, then I was on my way.

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“Since my girl ain’t givin’ me the worship I want, it’s your job, buddy”

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You stupid faggot did you really think I wanted to hang out with you? Get on your fucking knees and massage my sweaty socked feet, kiss and sniff 'em. It makes me laugh how we straight guys can tell you homos to do anything, no matter how disgusting or embarrassing it is, and you'll do it. We know you need real men telling you what to do to make yourselves feel worthwhile.

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When the DM takes emersion to the next level and forces the players to experience the same fates as their characters...

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"Just massage my feet and sniff and kiss 'em while you're at it, faggot." Your nephew hated faggots so he hated you, so whenever he came over to use you or your house he always bullied and humiliated you. "Yes Sir." "Good girl," he said to you. "Go get me a beer first" and you ran into the kitchen and grabbed one and ran back to him. "Get going faggot, start worshiping my stinking socks, I've been wearing them for three days now, just for you." He laughed a little and you put your face in his socks and started sniffing and kissing and massaging them while he sat there on his phone for a couple of hours.

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The guy in the apartment next door knows you're a fag from all the staring you've done in the lobby and in the hall and in the elevator. One day when the two of you were in the elevator alone he said "Be at my apartment door at eight o'clock, knock once." Then he exited the elevator and went right into his place. You were so excited, you thought finally, I'm going to get this awesome stud's cock and cum load in your mouth. Maybe he'd fuck you too. At eight you went to his door and knocked once. "Come in." You opened the door and closed it behind you and he said "Lock it." You did so then walked slowly toward his voice. There he was, in the living room looking at his phone with his feet up smoking a cigarette. "I've been watching you oogle over me ever since you moved in here. That's been a long time. You fags fucking need to stop making us real men uncomfortable like that. So I'm going to teach you a lesson that'll show you where you belong in respect to us. You probably thought you were coming over here for sex, right? No fucking way. I'd never let a dirty faggot put it's mouth on my dick nevermind put it up your filthy ass. So get on your knees and kiss my stinking socked feet. Beg me to forgive you for being so fucking disrespectful. Massage them to make up for your unacceptable behavior and sniff 'em too, smell the stink of a real man, homo." You were shocked by all of this but you were a faggot who did what it was told. So you got down on your knees and worshipped his stinking socked feet and begged for his forgiveness. He kept looking at his phone and occasionally slapped you in the face with his socked foot, and hard. He blew shine smoke in your face and you coughed and he called you a fucking pussy. This went in until about eleven pm when he said he was going to bed and for you to get the fuck out. He took your cell phone number and said he'd text you to come over for more discipline whenever he felt like it and that you better respond and get to his place fast, no matter where you are, or he'd beat you. You got up, said "Yes Sir, thank You Sir," and left his apartment. You had the feeling you'd be doing a lot of rushing to his place from now on. You were both taken by his demanding masculinity but also afraid of it. You'd do what he said.

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Bonus Day Labor Day - Saluting the Boys that Labor!

The Deliver Men will be out there tomorrow, many of them In Brown Socks, Maybe it's time for you to help them with their package!

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Sunday Sluts - They Just Show Up at Your Door!

Received a text from Randy, Got a couple of days wear on these babies and those toes you like are standing out, thought I might stopped by and give you a close inspection. Doors Open is all I replied!

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Bonus Day Labor Day - Saluting the Boys that Labor!

Many of those Road Construction Boys will be out there today Making it safe if not slower for you to travel to you destination. You might want to Thank Them