italianboyyy22

[italianboyyy22]

“Don’t look at me like that lil bro… you knew that, when I said I would have make you regret your behavior the other day, I wasn’t joking… now we are going to have some fun… don’t be scared bro… just prepare to understand how a real alpha man taste…”

[italianboyyy22]

“I hope you enjoy the taste of my feet, they have been marinating in my loafers for the last 10 hours… It was a long day at the office… Come on now, you know the drill… Start licking my sweat of”

[italianboyyy22]

"Connor, get your ass over here," Andrew called out from the living room. Connor scurried in, his heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. He had seen Andrew's socks lying discarded on the floor earlier, and he knew what that meant. "Yes, sir?" he responded meekly, his eyes cast downward.

Andrew didn't even look away from the game. "Take a good sniff of my feet," he said, gesturing to the bare, sweaty soles of his size-twelves. "Tell me what you think."

Connor swallowed hard, his stomach fluttering. He leaned in, his nose wrinkling as the potent scent of his brother's unwashed feet filled his nostrils. "They're...uh...pungent," he managed to say, trying to keep his voice steady.

"That's right," Andrew said, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Now, get down on your knees and show some respect."

Connor obeyed, his knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as the warm, musky odor of his brother's feet grew stronger. With trembling hands, he reached out and grasped one of Andrew's ankles, lifting the foot closer to his face.

"Start by sucking on the toes," Andrew instructed, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Show me how much you love the taste of your big brother's stinky, sweaty feet."

[italianboyyy22]

Dave was tied up and gagged, his mouth was stuffed with his big bro’s sweaty and dirty jockstrap and then it was sealed with duct tape. Now Dave could only witness his older brother placing his dirty feet on his face.

Dave's muffled protests grew more frantic, his face flushing red against the jockstrap. Gabe felt a smug satisfaction knowing his little brother couldn't spit it out.

"Calm down, buddy," Gabe chuckled, placing a hand on Dave's shoulder. "It's not that bad, is it?" He wiggled his socked foot closer, the warm scent of his sweat filling the small room.

Dave's eyes widened, and his body writhed against the ropes. The jockstrap muffled his voice into a series of desperate "MMMPHH" sounds, but the pleading in his gaze was clear. Gabe's grin grew wider as he observed his little brother's plight, the power rush making him feel almost giddy.

[italianboyyy22]

“Fuck yeah man… that’s what friends are for, right? Well… actually… I think you upgraded to the fag-slave level, don’t you think? Shit man… you are good at this, I knew that making you clean my sweaty feet after the football match was a good idea… keep licking fag… and get used to it, this will become a daily thing”

evening relaxation

[italianboyyy22]

“Sorry buddy, I don’t understand what you’re saying… Oh my feet smell bad? Well… you haven’t tasted them yet…”

[italianboyyy22]

What do you enjoy more licking and sucking dirty and stinky socks or licking feet that are very sweaty and full of sock lint so that you can eat it them?.

I would say licking the feet drenched with sweat and after that being gagged with the stinky socks

[italianboyyy22]

Do you like to feel each guy's sweat and lick the jam between his toes? Have they ever asked you to eat their dead skin from their soles?

Fuck yeah, I love feet that are so sweaty that I can drink the sweat dripping from them. The toe jam is also pretty hot.

Haven’t had the opportunity yet, but it wouldn’t be bad

[italianboyyy22]

Have you ever cut and perhaps cleaned a Dom's toenails with your teeth? What was the experience like?.

That has never happened to me, for now

[italianboyyy22]

How many socks have you sucked and chewed at the same time? Have you ever been unable to suck on a guy's socks because of the strong taste?.

The biggest number of socks I’ve chewed on is three (no-shows socks), usually I suck on two (higher/sport socks).

And no, it didn’t happen, I don’t know if it is a good thing or not, but it would be great if he would make me suck on them anyway.

[italianboyyy22]

Have you ever sucked dirty, sweaty, stinky socks until they are shiny white? And insoles?

Yess, even if making socks shiny white is pretty difficult, I’ve managed to suck on them enough for tasting every drop of sweat and clean them. Unfortunately the same has not happened with insoles, but I wish to be gagged with them

[italianboyyy22]

I would like you to welcome me on all fours and start licking, sucking, chewing and drinking the nectar from my sweaty, fresh and smelly socks, rubbing them all over your face,hard nipples and ears.After,You can lick my sweaty insoles too,only if you want to do it.

It sounds really nice!

[italianboyyy22]

Would you let me play with your ears while you worship my feet?.I stretch ears them, pinch them,flick them and twist them with great morbidity…

Yes I totally would, I also like having my ears licked, it is very relaxing

[italianboyyy22]

Have you ever licked and sucked your very sweaty, stinky socks or someone else's?.How was the experience?.

Yes, I’ve done both. I would say it’s both humiliating and satisfying at the same time

[italianboyyy22]

"What's up, little bro?" My older brother, Mike, said as he opened the door to his new college dorm. "You look like you're ready to kiss some toes.”

Mike's three roommates were lounging on the couch, their feet up on the coffee table. They looked me over, grinning knowingly. One of them, a dark-haired guy with a chiseled jaw, spoke up. "So, this is the little toe-kisser, huh?"

Mike sailed over to the couch and plopped down, propping his own sock-covered feet up next to theirs. "Yep, he's all mine," he announced, gesturing to the lineup of male feet. "But while he's here, he's going to worship all of us. Right, fag?"

The room filled with laughter, and I felt my stomach drop. This was not what I had signed up for. I glanced around, desperate for an escape, but the door was locked, and their eyes bore into me like lasers.

"Don't be shy," Mike said, leaning back and flexing his toes. "Come on, get to work."

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"What the hell, man? That's disgusting bro!" I protested, holding the damp sock away from my face as if it were a stink bomb about to explode.

"Maybe if you had played like you actually gave a damn, you wouldn't be in this position," Captain Harris sneered, his eyes cold and unrelenting. The locker room echoed with the snickers of the team, their laughter stinging my already bruised ego. The smell of his sweat invaded my nostrils, a pungent reminder of the physical exertion that had eluded me during the final match.

"Sniff it like you mean it, or you're going to suck on my toes," he jeered, his voice echoing off the metal lockers. I inhaled sharply, trying to keep my expression neutral as the scent of stale socks filled my senses. It was a mix of sweat, grass, and something faintly metallic - the scent of lost potential.

"How does it smell?" Harris goaded, his smug grin widening. "Smells like losing, doesn't it?"

I was fucked.

[italianboyyy22]

The apartment was m quiet as I lay on my back, bound by my roommate’s shoelaces, the cold, wooden floor pressing against my bare skin. My arms were stretched out above my head, taut with the tension of his makeshift knots. A thick, disgusting pair of boxers filled my mouth. He had done a meticulous job, ensuring that my muffled protests would not escape the confines of my own mouth.

My eyes watered as I squinted at the clock on the wall, the ticking echoing through the silence like a mocking metronome counting down the moments of my humiliation. It had been hours since he had discovered the missing vodka, and his rage had not yet subsided. I’ve never seen my roommate so angry, stealing his alcohol was the last thing I should’ve done.

I could feel the heat rising from my face as he stepped into my line of vision, holding his shoes like a trophy. The smell was overpowering, a potent mix of stale sweat and the musky odor that only comes from wearing the same pair of socks for days on end.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress groaning under his weight, and leaned in close, his breath hot against my cheek. "You know what you did," he whispered, his voice a low, angry hiss. "You stole from me."

With that, he began to peel the socks from his feet, the fabric sticking and releasing with a sickening sound that made my stomach churn. He held them up to my nose, the dampness of his sweat stinging my nostrils. "Take a deep breath," he said, his tone dangerously calm. "Inhale my essence. This is what you get for touching what's mine."

Panic set in as I struggled against my restraints, my body writhing in an attempt to escape the impending punishment. The boxers grew wet with drool and the fabric grew tighter with every gasp for air. He chuckled darkly, finding amusement in my distress. I knew I had to find a way out of this situation, but with every passing second, the room grew hazier and my thoughts grew fuzzier.

He leaned in closer, the socks an inch from my face. "Another bullshit and this situation will become a daily thing, now keep sniffing”