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Finding Myself

This one is definitely not for everybody, but just right for @phagster

I guess I truly didn’t find myself until college.

Ok, I know a lot of people say that, but my experience was certainly unique. For starters, I was an exchange student from Germany, although the Americans were never able to guess that at first glance. My Turkish parents had gifted me with many things: their dark curly locks, their caramel-rich skin, their native tongue, and a stable childhood in Berlin. But I was living in two separate worlds, their Turkey and the physical Germany. So when I chose to study abroad, the United States was my first choice.

I know the United States is no longer the “playground of dreams” it used to be seen as, but I thought it would give me a chance to explore my own life. I was 21 with a complete grasp of English, meaning that it would be easy to socialize in any setting. And not to brag, but I didn’t regard myself as unattractive. I was around the average height but lean with incredible cheekbones. I’d had no problem finding men in the past, and I wasn’t going to stop that in a new country. Will taught me the error of my ways however. He has graciously taught me everything.

Will was the first person I met when I had come over to the United States. He was assigned as my roommate, at first to my dismay. Will was the exact stereotype I had been nervous about actually experiencing. The typical masculine American douchebro, he was everything Europeans despised about this country. When I got to our apartment, it was already decorated with American and MAGA flags everywhere. The place reeked of boy too, the stale layer of sweat and cum hung heavy in the air. His dirty laundry was basically the carpet. As soon as I entered the room, I immediately addressed the issue.

“Uh, yeah whatever,” Will dismissed. “You’ll get used to it. Probably come to like it soon enough.”

Nothing with his statement seemed wrong, but it still had the tinge of homophobia that very soon made itself apparent in every conversation. “Fag,” “Homo,” “Fairy”: it was like he knew the entire dictionary of gay slurs. Luckily however, our class schedules were different enough that we barely saw each other. The only time that it was guaranteed we’d both be in the apartment was Thursday nights. Neither of us had activities or plans after 3:30, so we’d both get home and be stuck in one another's presence.

It was one of these Thursday nights where Will showed me what I was destined to be. We’d been living with each other for about three weeks and I was in the living room working on my biology lab homework. He was in the kitchen, having just gotten home from the gym and flexing for himself. And somehow, over the musky enchantment he’d already placed over our apartment, I could still distinctly point out the fresh addition to it.

“Yo, queerdo,” he called from the kitchen. “Can I borrow you a sec?”

Rolling my eyes, I walked over to the table he was seated at. If he wasn’t such a dick, Will could have actually been hot. He was tall, muscular, and good-looking–the trifecta. But as soon as you added the personality, the book’s cover was lost to history.

“Look man, I’m gonna be honest with you.” I was already predicting some right-wing homophobic crap to spill out of his mouth. “My feet are absolutely killing me right now.”

I blinked, honestly a little caught off guard.

“Ok?” I replied.

“Can you just give them a rub or something? I was doing squats and followed it up with some cardio, and now for some reason they’re all sore and stiff.”

I hoped my crossed arms and raised elbow displayed my thoughts appropriately.

“Dude, come on!” Will persuaded. “This could just be like a bonding experience or something! We can talk and learn more about each other’s roles. Maybe you can even educate me.”

“You’ve got to be joking.” But Will wasn’t, and I knew he was going to keep bothering me all night if I didn’t just do it now. With a dramatic sigh, I took a seat at the table, watching as he kicked his massive feet up in front of me.

“Why are they so dirty?”

“Haven’t washed them in a few days,” Will bragged cockily as he flexed his arm. “Ain’t got time to shower when you’re conquering those sorority sluts down the street every night.”

His feet were absolutely disgusting. Never in my life had a scent been more powerful, more pungent. And with the dirt, grime, and cheese all accumulating onto the hardened skin of the sole, it felt like I could be on the verge of vomiting. But I was strong, and after a deep breath (which I quickly realized was a mistake) put my fingers to the task.

What I didn’t expect was for this occurrence to quickly become a habit for us. Every Thursday, Will would come home from the gym and I would massage his feet. I don’t know why it started, or why I had surrendered to this fate so quickly, but every night I just found my place at his feet and began working on his soles. At first, Will would just mutter out some groans or the occasional “Oh yeah, right there fag”. But when the sessions began getting longer, he engaged more. I didn’t even realize the foot rubs had started going from minutes to hours–I was just so physically engaged that my mental state always found a place of ease.

Along with the foot rubs came the “bonding” Will had promised. Our conversations at first were a little heated, with Will saying something controversial or hateful and my arguing of the progressive point back to him. For some reason though, I could never win. He always had unique ways of manipulating around my arguments that I just couldn’t battle.

“You can't listen to the other side when you're protesting.”

“Biden should have stepped aside and let Kamala take the lead. If he really thought a woman could be in power, then why doesn’t he let her?”

“Just because fags don’t have all our rights doesn’t mean they can’t fulfill a useful role in society.”

Overtime, my arguments became smaller and quieter. With the overpowering smell, the plush atmosphere, and the kneading, it was sometimes just easier to shake my head or give a grunt. Eventually, I stopped making noises or using body language all together, besides attending to Will’s feet of course. Our conversations had morphed into lectures, with Will speaking lengths about conservative viewpoints, white superiority, and his role over mine in the male hierarchy.

With my improving muscle memory of the contours of Will’s massive, hard-worked feet, my mind was able to wonder. And with nothing else to focus on, it slowly began to soak up Will’s lectures like a sponge. At one point, he had suggested that I should start taking care of the chores around the apartment, considering how busy he was with his business degree and social life. I was in the lab everyday for my degree, but that left me with open nights, a point that Will argued he did not have.

It started off rather simple, just dishes and trash. Will tacked on recycling immediately after; it came the same day as the trash anyway. After another week Will said I should just handle all the cooking. “It would make life much easier,” Will said. “You’re already doing the part after the eating, so why not do the work before too?” I picked it up rather quickly and figured that Will had been right; I could just make his food and then clean up immediately after.

Cleaning was next, and soon the apartment was decluttered and free of Will’s musky haze that you’d been surrounded by for months. But for some reason, I found that I actually missed the fog. I didn’t understand why, but the dominating scent of Will’s funk had become a part of my home.

“I don’t see what’s so weird about a foot fag like you enjoying the smell of a real man,” Will shrugged when I brought it up. This was when I came to realize that he had an answer for everything. “I knew this was gonna happen when you started cleaning. You will start doing my laundry now too, that way you can get your fix.”

Laundry was simple, but a new issue arose that I hadn’t been expecting. Now that I had access to all of Will’s dirty, sweaty clothes (again), it dawned on me how much I had missed their constant presence. It made me oddly addicted, and I soon found myself taking a sock here or there to get a nice whiff. Will must’ve known, but he didn’t say anything. I appreciated him for this silent agreement to ignore my “fag desires” as he would later inform me about, and because of this appreciation I was able to admire him more than I had before.

Like how naturally attractive Will was. Physically it was undeniable, but deep down I always knew that Will was the perfect alpha male. He was confident and a true Adonis. And eventually the reason I had stopped arguing with his points became clear as day. Through Will’s teachings, I discovered he was right all along. His conservative standpoints were what was best for everyone. And as a Red-blooded heterosexual white American, he was inherently born superior. I however was anything but.

“Will,” I finally asked one day as winter was coming to an end, my eyes pointed towards the floor. Will had said I should start bowing my head while speaking to those above me. “What is my purpose?”

Although I couldn’t see it, I could feel the maniacal grin that spread across Will’s face. I’d passed the point of no return.

“You can start by addressing me properly,” Will replied, to which I gave a quick nod and “Sorry Sir.” After that was cleared up, he set aside the rest of his day to educate me on who I was–or more appropriately, what I was. He covered the errors of my past life, the misconceptions I had deluded myself with due to the progressive media and European politics. I’d been woke-ified by my upbringing, and Will explained he had redpilled me and was my savior. I could only suck his massive 9 inch cock as he went over my identity and purpose as a faggot.

My mission, as Will so graciously covered, was to have the knowledge, skills, and training necessary to serve a straight, white, conservative man like himself. As he was a natural alpha, I was a natural omega. The world was not a simple binary, but a hierarchy of positions in which he was at the top and I sat at the bottom. The “Homo Psyche” as Will called it illustrated the devolution of the queer brain from immature queer, to the developed cocksucker, into a complete descent into the faggot. I had in fact endured that transformation since I had first landed in the United States.

At the end of the school year, I almost came when Will offered me a permanent place as his personal faggot. I had already been filling the role since my awakening. My list of responsibilities included all the chores, paying for Will’s half of the rent, nightly blowjobs if he didn’t get any action, complete attention whenever requested, and of course, his weekly foot rubs (which now lasted around 3-4 hours each). Will said it would be best if I did not enroll for the next year, saying it would be much easier to devote myself completely to him by doing so.

At the beginning of the year, this proposition would have sent me into a rage. But now all I could do was feel my shrunken cock strain at its chastity cage as I came to fully accept my position in life. I wasn’t some smart and affluent gay European. I was a faggot, a mere servant of straight, white, conservative alpha men like my American roommate.

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Reacquainted with my best friend - Part 2

“My other foot needs sniffing too.” Matty said while wiggling his other socked foot. I stood there staring at him, not wanting to move. I felt my nerves creeping up on me.

“Get the fuck over here NOW!” Matty shouted staring directly at me, it felt like he was piercing my soul. It gave me a shiver down my spine and all of a sudden my body started moving on its own, like Matty was controlling me. I don’t know what got into me but instead of doing the logical thing of turning around and walking out the door i dragged myself over to the end of the recliner and knelt down near my best friend. I looked at Dan, he didn’t move and continued to sniff and massage Matty’s disgusting sock covered foot.

“That wasn’t too hard now was it?” He said with a shit eating grin on his face. “Now go ahead, be a good buddy and help your friend Dan out. Get your nose on my other foot and take a nice big whiff.”

No way I thought, I could already smell the vinegary stench emanating from this jock’s socked foot. There was no way I was putting my nose near that.

“I won’t ask you again boy…Get your fag nose on that foot and SNIFF!” Matty demanded.

I heard a whimper from Dan on my left and he turned his face ever so slightly away from the huge right foot to look at me, I could see his eyes, they were so sad and soulless. “P…please Kevin…just do what he says.”

Matty instantly turned towards his older brother “Oi fuckface, did I say you could talk?”

“N..n..no master Matt, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again, I promise.” Dan muttered, looking scared out of his mind, like he knew what was coming.

“Ha, I can’t just let a worthless fag interrupt his superior now can I? No that’s not how this works. Open your mouth” Dan didn’t move his head but obeyed his younger brother and opened his mouth up wide. Matty instantly shoved his sweaty socked foot into his older brothers mouth. Dan’s face turned sour from the taste of his brothers sock. “Keep quiet and suck the sweat outta my sock you useless fag. I need to entertain our guest over here”

Poor Dan I thought, I knew how bad Matty’s socks reeked, I couldn’t imagine how bad they would tasted.

Matty turned to me with a satisfied look on his face, like he was proud of the dominance he had over his older brother. “Simple obedience Kevy, that’s all I want, it’s not hard is it?…Ok where were we…ah that’s right you were going to give my stinky sock a good sniffing, go on, get to it.” Matty started to wiggle his toes through his sock.

I started to move my face closer to his foot but at the last second I snapped out of it. “No! No way am I smelling your dirty feet Matty, they stink! I don’t even know why I’m still here, I’m leaving!” I got up and was about to leave when I heard an alarmed whimpering loudly beside me. It was Dan, he mustn’t have wanted me to go and leave him alone to suffer the torment from his brother.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up like a second ago fag!” Matty yelled and kicked the side of his brother’s face with his huge left foot. Dan looked dazed but continued sucking the size 14 foot in his mouth. “As for you Kevin, you better sit back down right now!” Matty said coldly as he stared into my eyes, there was something about his commanding tone that made me follow his direction instantly. I kneeled back down next to Matty’s disgusting foot, confusion on my face as to why I kept myself in this situation.

“There’s a good boy…I’m not a bad guy Kevy, I just demand service from my inferiors…Hmm tell you what, seeing as though it’s your first time down there, I won’t make you sniff my foot just yet. I know how bad these things smell, especially up close hahah.” Matty chuckled as he flexed his toes back and forth through his dirty sock. “Just sit there and watch how a true fag worships his superior.” He moved his left foot over to his brother and stuck his socked toes over Dan’s nose. “Sniff that while you suck the sweat outta the other sock.” Dan started to moan, was he actually enjoying this? No way I thought, it couldn’t be, no one would enjoy the smell of a Matty’s sweaty feet, it must be torture for him.

Matty took his right foot outta Dan’s mouth and started rubbing both sock covered feet all over his brother’s face. He put his hands behind his head, showing off his toned biceps and revealing his blonde armpits. “Haha yeah thats right fag, worship the size 14’s that own you. I haven’t washed these socks in weeks, wore them to every rugby game since start of college. How do the smell boy?”

“Mmmm.” Dan just continued to moan louder. Matty shook his head. “Haha such a fag, I can’t believe you’re meant to be my older brother, so pathetic.”

I sat there transfixed on what was going on, how could Dan just sit there and let his younger brother humiliate and degrade him like that in front of me. “Hey Kevy!” I snapped out of it as Matty turned to me and spoke. “What’s with the face, you feeling left out?”

“N..no sir.” I stumbled out. Sir…Why did I just call my friend’s younger brother sir, what was happening to me?

Matty turned his head to the left and gave his armpit a quick sniff. “Phewee, I really should start taking showers after practice, these pits are ripe! Hey Kevy, crawl over here and give em a quick sniff, I need a second opinion.” Again my body started to move on it’s own, there was something about this jock’s authoritative aura that made me instinctively follow his command. I crawled around the recliner to Matty’s side and stared at his pit, his blonde airs were drenched in sweat. Matty turned and put his right hand behind my head and guided me towards his left armpit until my nose was pushed into his wet hairs. Why wasn’t I resisting. “Atta boy, now give it a big sniff and tell me if you think I need to take a shower” he commanded. I did as instructed and took a big sniff into Matty’s left armpit, I let out a cough, it smelt musty and strong. “Haha, smells that bad huh? Why don’t you take another just to be sure” I took a second sniff. This time it wasn’t as strong and I could smell that distinct fragrance of Matty I remembered from years ago. “So, tell me boy, how do these jock pits smell?”

“They stink sir.” Again with the sir, something was seriously wrong with me.

“Haha, I thought so too.” Matty chuckled, speaking with a calm soft tone. “They definitely need cleaning, don’t you think?”

I hesitated. “I guess…”

“Well then, time to put that worthless tongue of yours too good use. Start cleaning fag! NOW!” Matty commanded. I instantly stuck out my tongue and started lapping at the salty sweat from Matty’s pit, it tasted horrible but I kept licking, trying with all my might to please him.

Matty leaned back and closed his eyes, “Ahhh…Thaaat’s right fags. Worship me!” He sat like a king in his throne, with his older brother down at his rank feet and me cleaning his sweaty pits, it finally clicked in me.

Matty truly was superior.

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Reacquainted with my best friend - Part 1

My names Kevin and I was on my way to my best friend Dan’s house. I hadn’t seen him in over 5 years. We used to hang out all the time, get up to mischief, play video games, normal teenager stuff. Dan also had a little brother named Matty who we used to tease and play pranks on.

Matty was an annoying 13 year old boy, always trying to hang out with us older boys every chance he got but I guess he was just looking up to his older brother. We used to tell him to get lost all the time but he never listened.

One time the three of us were home at Dan’s parent’s house and Matty was being really annoying, copying everything we were saying in his high pitch voice. So Dan and I had an idea, we tied him up and shoved him in Dan’s closet. Dan had the bright idea to shove one of Matty’s socks in his mouth to keep him from shouting, Matty used to have pretty bad smelling feet even for a 13 year old, probably because he wore the same socks day after day. He tried to scream through the sock but there was no one to hear but us, we thought it was really funny and left him there till his parents got home, poor little guy, but we were just kids and mucking around. After that night Matty stayed away from us when I was over their place, I started to feel bad for the little guy but at least it was now peaceful.

A couple months later Dan and I finished high school and I moved state to attend college. Fast forward 5 years and here I am now in my old neighbourhood standing in front of my best friends house, excited and nervous to see him.

I rang the doorbell and Dan’s mother answered the door.

“Oh Kevin, how are you dear? It’s so good to see you after all these years.”

“Hi, Mrs Smith. It’s good to see you too. Is Dan home?”

“Of course dear. Dan’s upstairs playing Xbox. He’ll be so excited to see you”

I walked into the house and up the stairs, nostalgia hitting me, remembering the times Dan and I used to run up and down these stairs tormenting his little brother. I wondered if Matty was still around, probably moved to college I thought since he would be around the right age.

I walked up to Dan’s door and could hear some sort of video game being played, probably some shooting game, Dan loved playing those types of games. I knocked on his door.

“WHAT?” A deep voice shouted.

I was stunned for a second, wondering whose voice could that be, it didn’t sound like Dan at all. “Uhh hey Dan? It’s me Kevin, can I come in?”

I heard a small commotion and a thud, like someone falling over. I put my ear to the door and could make out someone saying something like “…get back down there”.

“COME IN” The deep voice commanded.

I opened the door and immediately saw the source of the deep voice, a huge jock type guy sitting back in a recliner playing Xbox. I looked at him from top to bottom, he had to be at least 6ft6. He had messy blonde hair, muscled upper torso and wasn’t wearing any clothes except for some black rugby shorts that barely covered anything. He had a pair of discoloured white ankle sport socks that stretched over the biggest pair of feet I’d ever seen and at the end of those feet was Dan. On his knees, head down, rubbing them while the guy lied back and played video games.

“Come in and close the door” The jock told me. I did, moving in a dream like trance. The first thing I noticed when walking in through was that the room reeked of sweat. It was familiar somehow.

I stood there for a few seconds not knowing what to do. “Uhh…Hi” I tried to greet the jock but he just kept playing his game, shouting at the TV.

I looked at my best friend, what the hell was he doing on his knees in front of this guy “Uhh…Hey Dan.”

No response. His head was down and he kept rubbing the giant foot in front of his face like it was the only thing in existence.

The guy laughs and without looking away from the screen explained “Dan doesn’t say anything without my permission, isn’t that right boy?”

“Yes Sir.” I hear Dan whisper.

Boy? Sir? What was going on here? Who was this guy?

“He also obeys my every command, don’t ya boy?”

“Yes Sir.” Dan whispered robotically.

The scene was making me feel uneasy, I wanted to turn around and get out of there but what about my friend. Before I could do anything the jock suddenly clicked his fingers and yelled “SNIFF!”

The sudden shock made me jump back. I hit my head against the door and fell to the ground. I saw Dan jolt as well but he was quick to resume his position and lower his nose into the jock’s huge right foot and take in a deep breath, like his life depended on it.

“Hahaha pathetic.” The jock laughed. “How do my size 14’s smell boy?”

“They stink Sir” Dan mumbled in between breaths. His face covered in the guy’s massive foot.

“Haha damn right they do.” The jock chuckled. “Now tell your buddy Kevy here, who has the smelliest feet around.”

“You do…” Dan breathed, “…Master Matt”

I was still on the floor rubbing the bump on my head, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was little Matty sitting in the recliner having his foot massaged and sniffed by his older brother, yet he was no longer little, he towered over Dan.

Matty finally took his focus off the TV and turned his head towards me with the biggest grin on his face. “Why don’t you come get reacquainted with your buddy over here” He wiggled his left foot. “My other foot needs sniffing too.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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