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When your friend's older brother is mildly curious about the dare that was imposed on you by your friend and has casually stretched out his stinky bare feet toward your face. Your friend snickering and saying it has to be full-on, nose pressed into his feet, and deeply sniffing. You see his bro look down at you sitting on the floor, wiggling his toes some out of amusement, totally accepting of this dare. You move in, cushioning your face against the bottoms of his feet, feeling his toes tap your forehead. You deeply breathe in his hot foot odor as you hear your friend snicker at you, cockily asking if you like it.

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“I’m going to focus on Netflix, but you have something else you need to focus on…” 👅💦 🦶🏻💦 📺

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“Coach said you have 60 min to make us happy if you want the extra credit… get to work” ⚽️ 👣 💦👅

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“Your parents asked me to help you with languages - it’s all about the mouth, let’s get to work” 😈 👣💦👅

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“To do good on your test you need to learn how to focus - focus on these for a few hours to practice 😈👣💦 🥵

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That's right faggot I'm not only training you I'm your supervisor too. So while I'm taking my break massage my sweaty socked feet they need it after being in my work boots every night all night. I've needed a fag like you to take care of them. Get your nose in em too, sniff em good, smell a real Man's stink, you'll never be one so it'll be good for ya. Ya, since we're gonna be the only two here on the overnight shift you're going to be doing this for me every night, along with more things I'm thinking of, all for my pleasure and benefit and enjoyment of course. And you'll be doing most of the actual work too cock sucker. Ya, sure glad you came along dick breath. Now massage and sniff my stinking socks bitch.

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When the faggot told it's Dom boyfriend that it had a fetish for sniffing guy's sweaty smelly socked feet, it hoped that He would understand since it believed He loved it and that He would help it satiate it's need. However, its boyfriend laughed at it and told it that it was pathetic to have such a lowly, stupid fetish. But, He said, if that's what you need, I'll give it to you since you're such a good boy otherwise. The fag filled with excitement and thanked its boyfriend over and over. The next night, when it's boyfriend came home from work and the gym, both places where He wore the same pair of socks in His work boots and workout shoes, He told the fag to lay on the floor at the foot of the couch where He was sitting. He put both sweaty, smelly, stinking socked feet on the faggots face and used it as His footstool all night long. He told the faggot it was not to speak or get up to do anything, to not even move. The only thing it could do was raise its hand if it had to use the toilet. That was it. So the faggot smothered under it's bf's stinking socked feet for hours and hours, their heavy weight on its face. The next day, the same thing happened. And the next day. And the next day. At first the fag was thrilled with this treatment, but eventually it felt like it was too much, that it'd like to have some "nights off" or maybe do it only three days a week. It got up the nerve to ask its bf one morning when it was making breakfast for them before work. it's bf looked it straight in the eye and said in a very serious time of authority, you asked for this, I think it's ridiculous and frankly embarrassing for you. If I had known this about you I wouldn't have even dated you nevermind moved in with you. But, you've been such a good boy otherwise and do everything I tell you to do that I decided to give you this one thing. This one pathetic, embarrassing thing. You asked for it, I've given it to you. So now you're going to accept my incredible gift and shut the fuck up and not complain about it or you can pack your shit and leave. Now I'd hate that, but it's up to you. I'm giving you a gift, take it or not. But this is going to be every night, and on weekends too. This is what you want and as they say, be careful what you ask for. The fag apologized and begged for forgiveness and got in the floor and kissed it's bf's boots. It was never discussed again and the fag ended up hating having it's bf's sweaty socked feet on its face every single day but there was nothing it could do about it. So it suffered in His sock stink every single day for the rest of its life. it's bf got a hard-on while this happened every day due to the sadistic nature of how He handled it, with complete, unquestioned control of His little slave sub bf. He'd often make it suck Him off right after but the fag never associated the act with any sadism on its bf's part.

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When your friend's older stepbrother is mildly curious about the dare that was imposed on you by your friend and has casually stretched out his stinky bare feet at you. Your friend snickering and saying it has to be full-on, nose pressed into feet, and deeply sniffing. You see his stepbro look down at you sitting on the floor, wiggling his toes some out of amusement. You move in, cushioning your face against the bottoms of his feet, deeply breathing in his hot foot odor.

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With her stoner boyfriend crashing on the couch and you not budging from the other end, he doesn’t hesitate lifting his bare feet up, showing his dominance over your scrawny frame, and pressing the bottoms into your face. You’ve tried fighting back but he’s gotten used to this back and forth banter with you, and grown used to you being the footrest. You slouch into the cushion, groaning into his bare soles smothering your face as you inhale his foot odor. He covers your nose with a pair of toes and says,”Be quiet wimp. Lay there and smell my feet.” You quiet down, the tv turning on, toes pressing harder over your nostrils to sniff. You don’t know when your sis will be back but continue letting her college boyfriend fully dominate your face with his foot power. Him occasionally smirking over at you while rubbing his foot odor in your face and mocking,”Yah, like being my foot bitch don’tcha?”

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Being convinced by your best friend to do whatever he said after losing the bet, a game the HS seniors went back and forth on, you saw him look over at his older college bro sitting behind the both of you, then glanced back at you, and said,”Your face has to be Jordan’s footrest for the duration of the next game.” 

You looked at the huge bare feet of the college sophomore, home on break, and back at your friend saying,” What… no way!” 

“Yes way. Lay down there and be his foot stool,” your friend replied smiling. 

You looked over at Jordan, who raised one foot up, beckoning you to get down. Clearly being told before hand by his younger brother his plan and his college bro totally going along with it. Or so you figured. Seeing no way out this bet, you slowly get down on the floor, and scootch your face under the raised soles hovering above. You could detect a light, vinegary smell to them as the large, bare soles lowered themselves down as you. The peachy soles consumed your face, putting you in darkness, feeling their softness press into your cheeks. You heard the game announcer say oddball and you grunted at this as it could draw out to 15 minutes. One foot tilted over, now covering the middle of itself over your nose. You breathed in, the slight aroma filling your nostrils. “Like smelling those big feet footrest?,” you heard your friend jeer. 

“I hate you,” you mumble into the padded sole. You feel the pressure as the college foot smears against your nose, rubbing the smell in with Jordan teasing,”Sniff it in.”  You groan and move your face against the padded bottom. A few minutes pass before Jordan tilts his foot from your nose to the side, giving you a chance to breathe fresh air. You gulp it in and see the jock just casually staring down at you…amused. He smiles and tilts his other foot over, covering your nostrils with it. 

“Nooo…mmmphhhfff,” you get out before taking a breathe in.  

“Smell it,” you hear him say from above.  You groan, trying to move your face out from under it. The large foot counters your movement, keeping itself firmly in your face despite your attempts. You hear your friend snicker and say,”How are those feet foot rest?  Like it under there?” 

“No… stink,” you reply before managing to get your face out from under the giant foot for a second. Jordan swiftly clamps his toes over your nostrils and squeezes. You grunt as you feel them flex and rub over your nose… a new wave of odor filling your lungs. You sniff in deeply. You make some attempts to dodge the oncoming toes but he keep’s your nose under their control easily. Seeing you groan and make feeble attempts below him, he casually grins down at you as he watches.  “Sniff between them.”  You do, before finally giving in, and submitting during the final third round of the game. In an act of pure dominance, Jordan repositions one meaty foot directly on your face before crossing the other one over it. Your nose sinks into the middle as you lay there looking defeated. You hear your friend’s mom call him into the kitchen and sense him get up.  “Don’t move,” you hear him order,”the match is nearly over.”  

Jordan nudges your face some and asks,”Like it down there?”   You slowly shake your face ’no’ against the bottom. The foot rubs briefly on your face before the jock smothers you under the darkness of both soles. “Mmmm-hmmm,” he replies disagreeing. “Yah you do,” he teases and begins wiping them on your face. You feel a pressure on your stomach and grunt as your friend uses you as part of the floor upon coming back. “Ok, the match is over,” he says and the massive bare feet slide off your face. “Like being my bro’s personal footrest?,” you barely hear him say.  You manage to boost yourself up on your elbows, feeling exhausted, and croak out,”Uhh no. I’m never taking that bet again unless it’s you losing and getting the same treatment.”  

“Want a one on one, loser get’s the treatment again?,” your friend challenges. “You’ve beat me loads of times, it would be even match.” 

You consider it for a moment and take the bet. You watch your friend set up the match and feel the ankle of one foot rest on top of your shoulder. You feel Jordan wag it some, the side of his foot tapping the side of your cheek. You know what happens if you lose but briefly consider throwing the match to become the ‘footrest’ again.

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Chris was the team captain and had a dominating presence on and off the field. Mark, being new to the team, trying his best to fit in, was having a hard time. He was improving on the field but wasn’t improving fast enough for the team captain. As the last few guys were leaving the locker room, Chris called over to him. He sat down opposite Chris as he watched him remove his cleats and socks. Chris planted one bare foot on top of the ball and said,”You’re getting better but you’ve been sucking these last few games. As team captain I’m here for you but also to motivate you to improve.” Mark watched Chris roll the ball some under his foot as he spoke and Chris picked up on it. “You hearing me or are you to enthralled with my powerful feet?”  “Huh?” Mark said jerking his head up. “No, no, I hear you. I’ll get better out there Chris.” Chris grinned at him and quickly lifted his foot up, the bottom an inch from Mark’s face. He could smell the odor of exercise and worn socks emitting from it. “Kiss it,” Chris commanded. Mark hesitated before he heard the senior say more sternly, “Kiss my foot! You can’t seem to keep your eyes off them so kiss the bottom of my foot.” Mark gulped, leaned in, and gave Chris’s bare sole a respecting kiss.  “Get down and kiss my other foot,” he said. Mark lowered himself to the floor and kissed the tops of his captains other foot.  “Good, now lay down face up,” Chris said, rolling the ball away. Mark did as he watched the two meaty bare feet lower down onto his face. They started rubbing his cheeks, his nose, over his mouth as Mark inhaled in the odor of them. “Like the smell of ‘em footboy?” Mark sniffed in harder. Chris pushed his toes down on Mark’s nose and asked,”Is that a yes?” “Yes,” Mark grunted out. Chris rubbed his toes against the other teenager’s nose asking,”This gonna get you to score more?” “Yes,” Mark said. Chris snickered and said,”Good. As you get better, you can smell my feet as a reward. Might even have you smell some of the other guy’s feet too.” Chris kept both soles on his face, kind’ve enjoying this little power trip, then questioned,”You like worshipping feet too?” He felt Mark’s tongue push against one sole as Chris started sliding his foot up and down on it before he felt the tongue push between each of his toes. 

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Todd looked at his watch and realized they had like an hour before having to get ready for the halloween party.  He saw his friend Zach kneeling in front of him and extended his foot out at him, the bottom pressing firmly into his face. Zach made a light grunting sound as he pressed his face into his friends bare sole to steady it. Todd looked up from his watch, flexed his toes some against the forehead, and asked, “How do they smell?”  Zach already knew they smelled great and just nodded his face against the foot making an inaudible sound. Todd pushed his other foot against Zach’s face, Zach now holding the ankles up for support, as he took long deep sniffs. “We’ve got an hourish before we have to change for the party so you get to smell and lick the odor off my feet until then,” Todd said. He slid one foot down and pressed his toes firmly against Zach’s nose. “Sniff!”  Zach took several inhales as he felt his friend rub his toe odor against his nostrils. The toes moved from his nose and pushed their way into Zach’s mouth. He maneuvered his tongue between each of them, sucking on them, as the other foot teased his face some. Zach went back and forth between smelling and licking his friends bare feet for the next hour, eventually laying on the floor, while the feet smothered his face. The mutual foot friendship had gone on for years, playing the roles of master and slave, both enjoying the attention of it. As the hour closed in, Zach’s face buried under both soles, he heard Todd tease,”If I get really wasted at the party and see you on the floor, my shoes might be coming off, and the stink of my feet using you as a foot rest.” Zach got to snickering and added,”Everybody would be so drunk, no one would even notice.” He started rubbing the bottoms more persistently over Todd’s face gleefully. “The guys would probably end up stepping on you too. Hey, we gotta start getting ready. Stick out your tongue.”  Zach did, letting both feet wipe themselves several times on it. He eventually got up, teasingly shaking one foot on his friends face, before going to get changed. Zach got up, his face hot with foot odor, and wondered how embarrassed he’d feel letting his friend use his face as a foot wipe at the party. 

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Of course before heading off for Thanksgiving break, your freshman roommate wants his feet sniffed and worshipped. He loves the playful dominance over you and upon finding out about your weakness for stinky feet, enjoys rubbing his all over your face. Naturally you lay under his desk and for the next 45 minutes, you breathe in his strong scent and drag your tongue over every inch of his wide soles. He teases from above,”Yah, you know I couldn’t leave without making your face smell like feet.” You kiss the bottoms of his feet and burry your nose into his toes, taking one last, long whiff. “You can take a pair of my rank socks with you so you don’t get lonely. My feet will be ready for their slave when I get back.” He wipes and covers your face completely for a few more minutes before having to leave.

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(Earlier post) Your skater buddy picking you up at your house to take go hang out with some friends. You see his bare feet resting on the  side mirror as you approach him and he points to them. You know what he wants before you get in his car as you stop by the feet and give the bottoms a few kisses each. “Whoa, your feet stink more than usual, were you skating earlier?”  You hear him say yes as you round the car and get in. Before you can put your seatbelt on, he swings his soles toward you, and pushes the bottoms into your face. His foot odor fills your lungs as you take in his addicting smell. He rubs the bottoms against your face asking you,”Tell me you like being my foot slave?”  You muffle out,”Yes Ian, I love being a slave to your huge feet. I love breathing in your smelly feet.”  You see a glimpse of him flashing a grin and his toes push and work against your nose. Your face foot smothered for the next fifteen minutes before he removes them and puts his Van’s back on. You dizzily hear him say,”Don’t forget to be on the floor as the footrest between games. The guys won’t care if they see you licking my feet and toes.”  You slowly nod yes and anticipate an afternoon of foot sniffing and worshiping your skater friends feet. Probably some of your other friends too if they decide to join in. 

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Once finding out about your foot fetish, your skater friend slowly embraced it, and began teasing you with his feet. You quickly slipped into the role of smelling and licking his feet whenever he wanted. While chilling with friends, you’d typically be on the floor with his feet wiping their smell into your face. Your mutual group of friends are used to you seeing you on the floor, some of them joining in or just casually stepping on you as you are teasingly referred to as the designated foot rest amongst them. 😈 And lately, after boarding, he’ll pull of his socks and lift his feet up to your face wanting them sniffed and licked. You happily complied, cooling his warm soles down with your tongue, loving the dynamic between the two of you.