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Daddy and His Alphas with their enrapturing, meaty soles.

At Their feet, you find your ultimate peace. Under Them, under Daddy. Don’t fight the Hierarchy. You’re at the natural place you have always truly craved to be. Not a Daddy. Not an Alpha. Just a foot-obsessed beta slave. Why fight it? Who do you think you’re fooling? Feel it growing inside. Take your rightful position at Their glory. Give up. Give in.

You’re blessed to be in Their presence.

Now get worshipping.

Couldn’t have put it better myself!

Back to where it all began on Tumblr, 5 years ago with a random gif I made from a George Clooney film clip. (He’s still the silver fox of my dreams!)

I then decided to turn Tumblr into my number one place to pour out all my deepest, darkest gay foot fantasies through your images and my words…

And now I am so overwhelmingly happy that 1000 of you have chosen to follow, like, comment on and value my gay foot-fetish reblogs with taglines, short stories and imagined dialogues.

Thank you very much for being here and for sticking around.

You all help me to stand firm in my convictions that ‘weird’ fetishes should be embraced, celebrated, and shared. Not judged, looked down upon, or ostracised.

Who knows how we got here? But it’s so much fun giving into who we are and living our best lives together.

Here’s to many more fun, shared, sordid foot-worshipping times ahead!

Care for a bowl? #celebritymalefeet #alphafeet #daddyfeet #silverfox #daddyworship #footworship

Your new neighbour had heard a lot of unusual porn sounds coming through the walls last night without you knowing. You’d had a pretty wild Saturday on all the regular sites. You had tried just to have a chilled, quiet evening in with Netflix but around 10pm you got bored with yet another episode. So you grabbed a beer and went up to your office. It was an interior room with a comfy office chair and a towel and some lube ready and waiting. You spent hours and hours there, watching handsome Alphas (often looking a lot like him, tattooed biceps, manly faces, deep voices) taking off their socks, revealing their perfect soles and commanding you to jerk off for them. You normally put headphones on but last night for some reason you had completely forgotten. The old neighbours never seemed to hear…you hoped! If they had then they had never brought it to your attention anyway. Haha.

You never knew when this urge started but it was present all through school, university and beyond. You had had vanilla relationships, some really lovely, handsome older guys mainly. They treated you well as you did them and you ended up having flings lasting 1 to 12 months. But in the end all of them knew their vanilla cravings just didn’t fully do it for you. You were open about it from the start and they kind of just accepted when they accidentally walked in on you during one of your ‘special’ alone times. You were sad to let them go. Always. But that’s just how it was. So here you were now, good job, nice house, sorted, living in a nice street, just getting by, alone, minding your own business and being free to enjoy what you loved whenever you felt like it. It wasn’t conventional but you weren’t unfulfilled. It was fine.

The next morning he called up two of his mates (unbeknown to you) and pretended to come around, asking to borrow some sugar. Obviously you didn’t know it was a simple guise at the time. He initially showed up just by himself. The others must have been hiding around the corner in his back garden. You hadn’t seen them and your own eyes were immediately drawn to the handsome Adonis standing at your door anyway. He was just like so many of the guys you gooned over every night. Huge, ripped arms. Handsome chest. And thanks to the very clement spring weather he only had on a tight, casual, red t-shirt, very short sports shorts and a pair of sliders. He was probably still in the middle of unpacking. You had seen him moving boxes out of his van yesterday with his really cute girlfriend. They had politely greeted you as you went out yesterday afternoon to the shops to get some weekend drinks in. You thought he and she had seemed nice enough.

“Sure, sure. What are good neighbours for? Welcome. I’m Marcus by the way. Come on in.” You extended your hand.

He didn’t reply but did shake your hand. He just a pleasant smile on his handsome face and didn’t hesitate to come in.

Okay he was totally hot. Ripped body. Clearly a no bs type of man. It had been a while since you’d had such a manly man in your house! In fact, had you ever?

You beckoned him into your living room while he waited. You told him to sit on the sofa while you went into the kitchen to get some sugar. You got out a plastic sachet and started pouring the sugar out of your packet inside.

“Won’t be long,” you shouted to him.

“Yeah that’s fine, take your time.” He replied. The words were friendly but his tone was actually pretty hard. Controlling, almost.

The next thing you knew, you returned to the living room to find him in the middle of the sofa, flexing his biceps and in the process of taking his sock off his left foot. But, not only that…two other guys had joined him in the room, sitting on the sofa next to him! There was a sportier but sterner looking type to his right and a slightly younger, bit scrawnier but just as handsome in a more boy-ish way guy to his left. Out of the three, your neighbour was more what you typically went for but all three had their charms.

Your neighbour placed his de-socked sole onto your coffee table. His friends kept their socks on but each extended one leg to place a foot each of theirs upon the table too…

Your neighbour smirked, his younger friend was laughing, not in a stupid or immature way. Just manly chuckling. The sporty guy remained expression-less. Your neighbour clicked and pointed at the floor in front of the table. With no words needed, you knew exactly what to do.

You put the sugar on the side, immediately got down to your knees and placed your face at eye-level with his magnificent, dirty sole. He grinned more but his friends started looking a bit shocked perhaps, serious either way. They probably had no idea any guy existed who would willingly get down on his knees and start begging to worship their perfect feet.

You were down on your knees on the rug in your living room. Your neighbour pressed his dirty sole within an inch of your face. You inhaled every atom of the air and sighed with a release of pleasure. Without any instructions or discussion, you extended out your tongue and slowly started licking his salty glory.

Still nobody spoke any more, they just sat back and watched as you started worshipping and adoring the huge, manly sole in your midst.

Without thinking, you stopped for a second after his sole was completely glistening with your saliva, and in between his toes had been sucked until all the dirt had disappeared. You shifted your body slightly to the left and moved your face over to the white socked foot of his friend. Again, no words needed or time wasted, you buried your face into the manly scent and inhaled every molecule of manliness that you could. You looked up at his friend and then back up at him. You longed to remove this second Adonis’s perfect gym sock. Although less smily, and more discerning than your neighbour, his friend nodded and you proceeded to remove his white, fluffy sock. His sole was just as magnificent as the first, but in a slightly different way. A little less dirty, but sweatier and glistening with a beautiful array of wrinkles. You smiled, you sighed again in ecstasy, and you started having your beta way with this second straight Alpha who had also so unexpectedly had graced your morning with his feet and his presence.

Your 🦴 started getting rock hard in your loungewear trousers. It was hard to conceal how much in footbeta heaven you were. The guys didn’t seem phased by it at all. They looked nonplussed, looking on and looking down at you.

You thought it was only right to thank them for showing up so unexpectedly this morning and making this ordinary Sunday morning so magical.

You stopped for a moment. “Back in two secs,” you said.

You quickly went into the kitchen again and grabbed three beers out of the shiny, modern, new refrigerator you had only just bought. Thank goodness you had stocked up yesterday.

By the time you took the caps off and made it back into the living room, the third straight Alpha had also removed a black sock on His left foot. Right, left, left. Three incredible, manly soles awaited you. Stretched out, begging for your tongue, begging to be venerated by you and your special desire to feel weak beneath this particular kind of man. This time they had shifted so all three of them were a bit closer together. They put their three soles in a line. The three men clicked together and pointed this time. You handed these new foot Masters their beers then you moved back into position. All three soles now just inches apart from each other and inches from your face. Three at once! It simply didn’t get better than this. You had never done anything like it before. But you had seen enough videos in your time to know exactly how a good foot worshipping scene should play out. You lost yourself, stopped thinking, but remained as respectful as possible. You were no longer in a relationship of equals with these men but that was perfectly normal and they had seemed to slide into their Dom roles as much as you had as sole submissive numero uno!

The three straight Alphas toasted, clinking their bottles together.

Suddenly your handsome new neighbour finally spoke:

“Well guys. It looks like we have ourselves a new foot-servant. Doesn’t it?” He continued to smirk.

“A true, total footbeta.” The second replied, still serious-looking and harder yet just as handsome.

“Well don’t hog the footpig.” The third said, the more sarcastic of the three. “He’s barely touched MY perfect sole yet! Let him get my dirty, smelly, owning sole as wet as yours two, first.”

“You’re right, mate. You’re absolutely right.” The neighbour added.

And with that the three started chatting among themselves, almost completely ignoring you. You weren’t included in the conversation at all. Not addressed, nor acknowledged. All they did was collectively click and point to the sole of they guy they expected you to move onto. First off, the younger Alpha on the right waited for you to firmly plant his sole into your beta-slave mouth. You went a bit crazier on that one, now that the ice had been broken. Still hard as a rock, you quickly covered his sole in a thick layer of beta saliva. You licked up and down quite furiously. Then you really got on your hands and knees to position your mouth completely around several of his toes at once as his foot was a bit smaller and you sucked hard, as if it were a collection of 🍆 s. You licked, you blew, you kept sighing in utter pleasure.

They continued to talk and continued ignoring you, bar when the guy on the left had downed his first beer and gave you a little nudge with His magnificent, wrinkled, glistening sole and pointed back at the kitchen. You went back to get each a second round and then got straight back down to carry on. Centre, left, right, then all three at once. You were in foot paradise, sole heaven!

You were so hard as you gave each of the three soles its bath and its complete adoration. You wanted to touch yourself so badly. You started moving your hand down to rub your excited beta 🦴. You weren’t sure if it was allowed. You hesitated momentarily but thought it was worth a try. You started rubbing your bulge but your hunky Alpha neighbour immediately stopped mid-conversation with his friends.

“Er. Excuse me. Did we say you had permission to start touching that foot-obsessed penis of yours?…

“Well, did we?” Added the stern second one.

“Answer us now sub.” Added the third.

“No Bosses. Sorry. No you did not.” You blushed and removed your hand. You weren’t sure if ‘Boss’ was the correct way to address your new foot Doms but it seemed natural to say and none of them objected.

“It’s okay.” Said your neighbour in a slightly less harsh tone. “You’ll learn…foot freak. You’ll learn.”

The way they humiliated you and then He made you feel okay again. It was nice. You weren’t used to being among superiors and being told what to do. But you liked it. Usually it was you in charge of your team at work. It was a real relief to take orders, to be honest. You’d been craving it your whole damn footsub life, in fact. You weren’t about to mess up the chance to keep serving these three amazingly hot guys and their perfect man paws which had unexpectedly walked into your life and house this boring Sunday morning.

“Don’t worry fella,” said the third, seeing your expression and sensing you were fighting all of your urges not to jack off through how aroused both the worship and the control and obedience made you feel.

“We’re your superiors from now on,” added the stern second guy. “We tell you what to do. You obey us.” He clarified.

“Yes Bosses. I am so grateful Bosses. And so sorry for trying to touch my 🍆. Worshipping Your masculine, dominant, sexy feet and toes just does wild things to me. I can’t help it. I know I’m weird.”

“No boy, no, no, you’re not weird,” said your neighbour, taking you a little aback. “Haven’t you seen my sexy, beautiful girl yet? The one with the black hair. Looks a bit like a Kardashian from behind?” He laughed and his friends chuckled too. He clearly knew she was a knockout. Unsurprising he should be with such a 10, you mused in your head.

“Yes Boss, I saw her as you were moving your boxes in together yesterday.”

“Well, she’s my Goddess. She’s my Queen. I am mad about feet too, hers in particular. Just not rank, sweaty, smelly men’s ones like you. You total freak.” He added, all of them laughing even more, even the more serious one lightening up a bit. “See. I get it. I get what you need. She’s out shopping with our girlfriends, spending our hard-earned money. We’re just like you. We’re footslaves for our partners…and…We love it too!”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing! This kind of relationship, albeit with a woman, that you had always fantasised about, actually existed and it had even just moved in next door to you!

“Yes we f***ing do.” Added the serious guy.

“So, so badly.” Added the third.

“We will do anything to be able to worship, love and adore our Queens and their Goddess feet. Just as you have shown you would for us as your Gods. Feet are completely different in how they can subjugate men who are that way inclined.”

“Yes that’s totally right,” interjected the second, sterner one, “and we’re not stupid. We know guys like you also exist. We know there must be as many gays as straights into other Alpha men’s feet as we are into our Queens’.”

“Yes we’ve all got Twitter. We have all stumbled across a Dom man’s profile accidentally from time to time.” The third added.

“We’re all in committed relationships, living out our footsub fantasies. And when I heard that porn coming through the walls last night. Well. I immediately told my Queen and we both realised we’d moved in nextdoor to a kindred spirit. She immediately suggested I call up my friends and arrange to come around, unannounced, surprising you this morning. Said we should break the ice…you know, being good neighbours…haha.”

Your neighbour was speaking genuinely and nicely to you now. You were still on your knees at the three’s feet. But the initial testing of the water seemed to have passed and the boxing gloves were off, so to speak.

“Yeah man.” The third guy spoke again. “Listen I don’t tell a lot of people this. But when we get together with our Queens and we have a special night, shall we say?” He chuckled and the other guys did too and nodded. “Yeah, when we have a special night, sometimes our Goddesses can concoct some crazy games for us to play.”

“Yeah man.” Added the second sterner guy. “Totally. And f**k. Can I admit I really f**ing enjoyed it? I’m not a freak like this weird dude. Promise guys.” He laughed but looked a bit embarrassed now.

“No bro, it’s all cool,” your neighbour replied. “Yeah so basically let’s just say it’s not the first time we have come to enjoy each other’s feet as well as our Queens’. Every now and then. Sometimes our Goddesses decide they want to have a bit of fun with us that way. Yeah we f***ing love it. We’ll do anything they say.”

“Yeah we do man,” the second replied. The third also nodding.

“Look,” your neighbour added, “yes we are straight but for quite some time we have wanted to branch out a bit. So when my Queen and I heard you last night. We agreed. We said we have to see if you’d be up for some group fun. And so far so good I guess.”

“Yeah even though my bottle’s empty again.” Said the third guy.

“No worries guys. Wow this is just so much to take in. I had never really considered that straight guys could be so into feet like me too. I thought I must be the only one. I’ll go fetch some more beers anyway. This calls for celebrating! Back in a mo.”

“Good boy,” said the second guy. Out of the three, his sterner look and deep voice really turned you on. And to think all three, so manly and outwardly macho, were so submissive to their Queens behind closed doors. The world never ceased to amaze you.

By the time you got back to the sofa area with the extra bottles, you couldn’t believe your eyes! Your neighbour had stood up and was over by the doorway, his phone out. The other two were still on the sofa. But all three guys had taken off their tshirts. Oh my gosh! Two were ripped to f**k! The younger guy, thin but not too badly toned either. Three straight Adonises, half-naked, in your living room, knowing every deep and dark secret about you! Yet not treating you like a pariah. Just correctly as the footsub you had always craved to be. Was this real? You prayed you weren’t dreaming.

Your mouth opened slightly in shock and your hands nearly dropped the beers in excitement!

“F***ing hell.” You heard yourself saying uncontrollably.

“Haha, footboy, you like what you see?” Second stern guy said.

“Well you know exactly what to do to please us now.” Said the third sarcastically but not unkindly.

You went over and handed each their beers. You went back over to your position on the floor. The two friends clicked and pointed at their two magnificent soles on the table together, just crying out to be worshipped in unison. You wondered what your neighbour was doing but you didn’t care. As you started on the next round of licking, sucking and inhaling, your neighbour opened the front door and went outside to the front garden, still half-naked. Looking bloody amazing with his muscles all sinewy and commanding to be looked at and admired! He sat down on your little front garden table, sipping his beer and then his call came through so he started talking on there, inaudibly to you and the friends.

The other two caught you staring.

“Don’t you worry about him out there boy. He’s busy concocting the next part of the way this day’s going for us and you, you lucky, lucky footboy.”

“Yeah foot-puppy, just sit back relax, restrain yourself from touching your 🦴 and all will be revealed later.” The third added. Neither were exactly smiling but at least they were also totally into what was happening, weren’t at all judgemental of what you were doing and seemed just to want you to have a good time. They really seemed to be too! Thank God you were living in such heteroflexible times!

You obliged and left your neighbour to his call while you kept on adoring his friends’ glorious paws.

“Tell you what foot-puppy, you’ve earnt the other two, hasn’t he mate?” Said the third guy, reaching down to his other black socked foot.

“Yes he f***ing well has.” Agreed the second, stern guy, also reaching down to his other white socked foot.

You started quivering with excitement. Were you about to have all four of these glorious soles in front of and on your footbeta face? You had only ever seen such amazing, arousing situations on fake porn videos before. You never thought anything like this actually happened in life. And above all not in yours!

Suddenly four manly, meaty, enslaving soles were on the table in front of you. The two machos toasted, clinking their bottles again. The alcohol was definitely loosening them up too.

“Well don’t just sit there footslave, get on with what we came over for…” the second sterner guy commanded.

“Yeah pup. Come on pup. Good boy.” The third added.

It was interesting to you how each had a slightly different style of addressing you. You wondered if this reflected the sort of footsubs they were to their mistresses. It made you even more aroused to imagine the second guy being a bit more of the opposite of his everyday personality, maybe a disciplinarian type of footsub? Maybe he got spanked if he was out of line? Who the f knew? Haha. And the third, with the growing number of canine references, you started imagining him collared, being led around the room by his Queen, being called a “good boy” himself and earning his doggy treats in the form of foot worship time.

Yes, you could totally picture how these seemingly normal, hunky, straight guys approached their fetish sides with their Dommes. You yearned to know more.

It continued to turn you on and make your rock hard 🦴 ache as you were even beneath them. Naturally in the hierarchy. Gay footsubs had to come even lower than straight footsubs. Women had never been your thing and didn’t turn you on. But it didn’t bother you at all to worship other men who were in turn turned on by being submissive to their women. In fact it turned you on even more immensely. This morning had gone from unexpected to downright crazy. But you didn’t care. You just carried on showing all four of these handsome guys’ soles the adoration they deserved. You still wondered what the neighbour outside was up to and talking about. You could only imagine for now…

Would you be participating in some massive group-type scenario later?

Would you be worshipping your new foot Masters as they in turn were worshipping their Queens?

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

You’d stepped through the looking glass and it was all only just getting started. So hard. So aroused. So lost in worship. So excited and happy. You were totally up for letting this play out and seeing where it took you all, this random Sunday in April.

Had your new life started here?

One look at His Alpha soles and you’re His. He knows all about the power He has over you. He clicks His finger and points down at the floor in front of Him. You move over and get on your knees. You look up at Him in all his Alpha muscle superiority. You are at one with your inferior reality.

You stick out your tongue and make first contact with that magnificent foot. It tastes so good. It feels amazing. Ecstasy tingles through your body as you submit and surrender to all you ever wanted to be.

He sips his drink and ignores you on His phone. You’re nothing but an insignificant slave as far as He is concerned. He lets you be who you always wanted to be and in return you worship Him day and night.

Most people would struggle to understand but the asymmetrical relationship you and your Alpha have fulfils every desire within you to subjugate yourself to a perfect specimen of Manhood. You groan in pleasure, your d**k is rock hard and you are happier than you could ever imagine.

“Thank you Master for existing. Thank you for letting me worship your perfect feet and super manly body. I’m forever grateful.”

“You’re welcome boy.” He replies, not even looking up from whatever has got His attention.

He knew what you wanted. He ensured you got it. Your existence was everything it was ever meant to be. You were alive.

Normal people see a lazy man with dirty feet, chilling out.

I see a place to rest my inferior face and salivating tongue.

🔥 🔥 🔥

Every, single wrinkle of Daddy’s perfect, meaty soles demands to be coated in adoring sub-beta saliva.

Every plump, masculine toe demands to be placed in an inferior mouth and sucked as if life depended on it.

Those incredible arches. That level of stern, firm but fair, Daddy Dom feet meat. Such a huge area to caress, lick and adore. You would be so lucky, boy!

So what are you waiting for, sub?

If you’re a good foot-boy, then embrace it:

Tell Him exactly how you want to please Him and His magnificent paws. Get on your knees, beg, and maybe, just maybe, He will grant you the best experience of your inferior life.

If Daddy Eli’s big, masculine paws made you stop scrolling and stare, even just for a moment then you’re a confirmed footsub for a wiser, smarter, more handsome, older male Alpha.

You may choose to embrace or deny your feelings but that twitch in your underwear was there to let you know that there’s no way out of your twisted fantasies.

Daddy will wait patiently while you realise what a pathetic beta you are. He’ll keep his dominant paws ready for you. When you’re finally ready to take the plunge, you will finally get everything you ever craved, deep down.

“Good little gooning foot boy,” Daddy will say, “you finally decided to let yourself be happy. From now on, there’s nothing left to worry about. Your entire existence led to this moment. Relax, listen to my voice and just obey…”

“Yes, they are truly mesmerising aren’t they, my good foot-beta boy. Yes, you want nothing more than to beg to lick, massage, caress, worship and please them, don’t you?”

“Admit it to yourself. Say it out loud: You crave to be Daddy’s one and only foot adoration enthusiast, don’t you?”

…

“Yes Daddy, I crave nothing more than to be your subjugated foot-slave. I’m obsessed with your ridiculously sexy soles. I don’t understand why they do what they do to me. But I’m completely under their and your spell. Please Daddy, take me and use me as you see fit. I’m finally ready to succumb and admit that I…me..am your number one, mesmerised footsub and worshipper. I beg you.”

…

“Good boy. My good foot boy. See that didn’t take too long did it. Okay now get on your knees. No more talking from you. I will call the shots from now on and you will do as you’re told. Understood, Daddy footfreak?”

…

“Yes Daddy. Anything you say Daddy. I’m completely hooked and completely at your service.”

…

“Good boy. Oh my good boy. Aren’t you glad you decided to allow yourself to enter into Daddy foot-worshipping frenzy; AKA paradise? Now let’s begin”

….

The evolution of a foot-slut may be long-yearned for and only eventually given into. But when it finally does happen, my goodness, the connection between you and Him is electric and ecstatic. You belong to His feet now. Such a gooooood footboy for Daddy. Aren’t you? Say it back…

Eli loves showing off those big sexy paws. Just don't get any cum on his feet, he doesn't like that.

Everything you see before your blesséd eyes is superior to you. The more you stare, the weaker you become. The more you resist, the harder it is to crave anything other than to pronounce your unworthiness before becoming completely His, forever more under His magnificently dominant spell.

What’s done is done. There’s no turning back now, muscle-beta, and number one Alpha muscle sole and foot-slave. Beg to get underneath them. Give your pathetic existence some meaning and just maybe, He’ll turn you into what you have always craved to be.

Now massage, caress and worship Him from head to toe. Do as you’re told. No more thinking from you please. Brain switch off-time. There, doesn’t that feel better? Your Alpha is proud of you. So, very proud. What a perfect new muscle and foot-worshipping toy He has transformed you into, and all that in just a matter of seconds.

You should be ashamed, but instead you’re hard as a rock. So…get on with it now, footbeta! Don’t keep Him waiting. Obey. Goooood boyyyyy.

“Oh boy, why do you look so sad? Come on and talk to Dad’s soles now.”

“Don’t be ashamed or afraid. Everything you’ve ever been craving is here in one act of submission.”

“Surrender, worship, and tell Dad about your woes. He’ll listen while you lick, caress and kiss.”

“There. Now doesn’t that feel better? Keep going. Something in your shorts tells me that you have found your new favourite place to be.”

“No need to feel lost or ashamed any more, my good boy. That’s it. Give in to every perfect wrinkle, every plump toe, every inch of these engulfing, mature soles. Let yourself be free.”

“Good boyyy.”

Daddy’s perfect soles control your mesmerised eyes.

Daddy’s perfect feet control your intoxicated beta-brain.

Daddy’s perfect wrinkles leave you craving to trace every inch of them with your inferior, footslave tongue for hours on end.

Daddy’s perfect attitude controls your obsession, yearning and compulsion to beg for more.

Daddy’s perfect. Daddy’s feet are perfect. Worshipping them has become your perfect reason to exist.

Perfect Daddy’s got you; Perfect Daddy controls you; you’re His perfect, pathetic, adoring, little foot-sl*t. And He loves you for it.

…

Since surrendering at and to His perfect feet, everything that was wrong with your prior, unfulfilled life has vanished completely and forever.

You’re irreversibly and irrefutably His now. His perfection controls every atom of your being and every brainwave that passes between your messed-up, clouded, inferior synapses. You became His from the moment He saw you staring at His complete perfection one day.

…

So here you were again. You were at His perfect feet, licking, caressing, rubbing and worshipping them, as you always did, just as it was always meant to be.

He was barely paying you any attention, as always, just letting you get on with it. You just did and always do what comes naturally to you. It seemed that nature had always intended for you to be this inferior excuse for a male. Obsessed with being underneath superiority. Gagging to give yourself to a handsome, superior and perfect Alpha Daddy’s feet.

You didn’t care. You could and did do this all day every day. Worshipping, losing yourself, and waiting patiently.

Eventually, He looked up from His phone, glanced down at you and smiled, reminding you what a GOOD BOY you were for being totally subjugated by His perfect soles, feet and toes.

You smiled back, you thanked Him, you groaned in pleasure and you touched the rock-hard mountain in your shorts.

“Yes, my good footslave, it’s time for you to unload your daily beta-juice all over them. Go ahead. Just remember that every drop spilt has to be fully licked and sucked up afterwards. Go on my good footboy. You deserve it, my devoted foot-sub.”

…

And with that He placed his perfect soles together, His manly arches parallel to each other, and left just the right size gap for your ‘man’hood to find its way in.

You unzipped, you inserted, you assumed the perfect position and started penetrating. With an in and out, back and forth motion which nobody ever needed to teach you, you just knew exactly how to do it from the very first time it came to it. You lived for being in between and underneath an Alpha Daddy male’s paws. Your whole life had meaning only when you were being completely controlled by superior soles.

You savoured the moment. You went into a trance with Daddy’s perfect feet surrounding your engulfed beta- 🍆. Engulfed by His perfect paws. Surrounded by His perfection.

You moaned, you felt waves of intense pleasure, ecstasy and fulfilment coursing through your entire beta body. You looked up at Daddy. Daddy looked down lovingly but also patronisingly at you. He clenched His soles around your pole and allowed you to keep f**king them intensely. He made sure His presence and dominance completely took over everything that made you, you.

You held on as long as you could but it didn’t take much for His utter perfection to leave you completely helpless to resist. Then He started with His perfect verbal mantra and it was very hard to do anything but succumb:

“Who’s Daddy’s good, little, perfect foot-slave?”

“I am, Daddy.”

“Who’s Daddy’s best, devoted, sole-obsessed beta?”

“I am, Daddy.”

“Who would do absolutely anything for Daddy’s *perfect* feet, soles, toes, arches and wrinkles?”

“Me, Daddy. Always. Me.”

“Good boy. My good, adoring foot-boy. So pathetic, so enslaved, so utterly devoted to MY perfect Daddy feet. So obey me now. And let it alllll out. Coat MY. Perfect. Arches. Drown Daddy’s manly, superior soles in your submissive, beta semen, footbeta. Do it now boy!”

💦 💦 💦 👣

“Good boy. Such a gooooood boy for Daddy’s feet. There, doesn’t that feel like the most perfect feeling ever? My perfect footslave? Everything you ever wanted or needed. And Daddy provides it for his Best Boy.”

“Yes Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I love everything about your perfect feet, Daddy.”

“Very good, my good boy. You’ve made Daddy very proud of you once again. Now clean up this mess at once.”

And with that Daddy put his airbuds back in, went back to ignoring you and left you overcome by how fulfilled you felt and overwhelmed by how much you loved everything He did to you and made you feel without even really trying.

You licked up your mess with pleasure and delight, giving His perfect soles and toes yet more of the long beta licks and bathing in sub saliva that they always deserved.

You sat back afterwards, stared at His glistening sole wrinkles and admired your work.

You felt so good, so grateful to be alive and so lucky to be perfectly ‘home’.

You came back from the bathroom and into your mature, muscle, Alpha’s bedroom. He was sitting there, waiting, dressed as scantily as His Grindr profile pic indicated when you reached out to Him.

He beckoned you over, invited you to sit down next to Him and pulled out the exact same photo on His phone that had made you immediately message Him and ask to come over…

“What do you like most about Daddy’s sexy af picture, then boy?

Is it My handsome, virile, Alpha’s face?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Is it My bulging pecs, gigantic arms and thick, dominating thighs?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Is it My tight, short, boxers, probably encasing one of the most beautiful, big, Alpha 🐍 you have ever seen?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Then what is it about My picture that made you stop scrolling, stare for so long and beg to come over then, son? Tell Daddy.”

“It’s embarrassing Daddy. Please. I’m worried what you will think of me if I tell you.”

“Aw, My boy, don’t worry. Nothing you say will freak me out. I’ve been around the block and seen and done it all. Go on. Tell Daddy. That’s a demand.”

His profile said He was handsome, rugged and stood for no nonsense. It wasn’t a lie!

“Ummm…okay. Here goes nothing…It’s that slight glance of an ever so perfect ankle and, most importantly, Alpha male Daddy sole, Daddy…I know, it’s weird. Please don’t hate me. It just looks soooo meaty and perfect. All it makes me want to do is get down on my knees in front of You and beg you to let me worship your feet. I want it so badly.”

Daddy suddenly looked very bemused and didn’t reply for a good couple of seconds. He rubbed His handsome goatee a little and seemed to be computing and pondering this new information.

You started blushing. You were very worried Daddy would have nothing but judgement and shame for the confession that you had just made of the footslave beta self you really were…You felt worried and chastised yourself mentally. Had you completely blown it?

“Sorry, Daddy. I know it’s really weird, and probably not what you were expecting at all. I’ll just go…”

Still Daddy sat speechless, just thinking and twiddling his masculine, Alpha facial hair. You reached for your bag on the nightstand and started making movements to run away from this awkward and embarrassing situation.

But all of a sudden, you heard Daddy’s deep, gravelly voice:

“Look son, this is extremely unexpected. And nothing I ever thought I would hear. Most beta men your age want to worship My perfect, Alpha, muscle Daddy physique. They can spend hours rubbing, caressing, massaging, kissing and licking. And believe Me, Daddy loves feeling it. Above all, His power over weaker men. Just as His profile stated…muscle worship subs…But My meaty, smelly, wrinkly Daddy soles. Is that what you want all over your handsome boy face? Really?”

“Haha…umm yes Daddy. What can I say. I am a number one foot obsessive. Have been all my life. And from what I can just about make out from here…well, Yours look absolutely perfect!”

“Haha…well what can I say? Who should I be to deny you this mighty privilege? And what exactly do you want to do with Them? Tell Daddy your deepest foot fantasies…Go on. I’m all ears.”

“Um well all I want to do, like many of the others in this narrow, little publicised niche (hence why it’s not mentioned on my Grindr profile, I keep it strictly vanilla there) is to get right underneath Them, lick Them, kiss Them, love Them and look up at You in Your Alpha superiority as I do it.”

As you poured out your innermost desires, Daddy could see that you were already getting hard as a rock. Your Aussiebums didn’t leave much to the imagination at the best of times!

“Oh wow! Okay. Well. I can tell you know exactly how you want this to go. And you won’t be going anywhere near My perfect face, perfect torso, perfect legs or perfect 🐍? Really?”

“Umm no Daddy. If that’s okay with You. I just want to feel uncontrollably aroused under Your beautiful feet. Play with myself. Maybe You will tell me what a good, worshipping footbeta boy I am. And I will try to last as long as I can. But it won’t be long. With perfect Alpha soles like Yours. I am already in ecstasy, even just thinking about it and knowing You’re open to letting me try. Thank You Daddy.”

Daddy started stroking your head and hair.

“It’s okay boy. I’m going to call you my new footson from now on. Let’s go down this new path together. Daddy loves making His boys feel, understand and obey His power. I just never expected it would be My old, tired, smelly feet that someone would want…no, need, to use to get him there! Hahaha. Hey. Who am I to judge? Let’s see where this takes us.”

And with that Daddy beckoned for you to come closer and pointed down at the floor just by Him off the bed.

You got down onto the floor, underneath Him and He hovered His huge, meaty, perfect soles above your face. You couldn’t believe this was actually, really happening!

As He kept His incredible feet dangling above your face which was beaming in a huge, hungry smile, Daddy spoke again:

“Don’t expect Daddy to be too gentle with His words as you embrace your new place as His inferior, pathetic, new, beta, adoring foot-sl*t though okay? Just saying. It’s weird and Daddy intends to look down on you while you have your sordid way with His superior soles. He’s intrigued and questioning your twisted mind for wanting to worship, well, These…(He pointed to His soles and started wiggling His plump, masculine toes) over all His other ripe, Godly, domineering qualities…haha. Is that gonna work for you, My sole-pet?”

“Oh my God, Daddy, yes. Yes! That’s absolutely perfect!”

You couldn’t believe how quickly this perfect, Greek statue-like beefcake of a Daddy got the mental space His amazing Alpha soles put you in.

“How did You know so quickly what filthy, inferior footbetas like me crave from someone so statuesque, handsome and muscly, as Your Godly self?”

“Let’s just say SoleDaddy has realised He is able to be more on your wavelength than you thought. Haha.”

He chuckled and gave his beard another rub.

You looked puzzled.

He inched His soles ever closer to your face. You wanted so badly to stick out your tongue but you had to ask:

“Oh wait, what. So You knew all along, Daddy?”

“Haha yes, My new footslave. Let’s just say 0000 as a passcode on someone’s phone makes it not exactly the hardest to crack. Maybe Alpha Daddy had a quick check on your Twitter as you were in the bathroom? Or maybe…maybe you strategically left your phone easy to find, easy to open and magically left it right on the page of another handsome foot Daddy’s feed who seems to be doing this for a living…hahaha. Am I wrong?”

“No, Daddy.” You blushed. “Absolutely not! Oh my God…”

“Hahah…well Daddy aims to meet all His lucky slaves’ needs. This is going to be some fun. Let’s begin.”

“Really, Daddy? You really want to do this for me?”

“Yes, footboy. You’re home now. Under Alpha muscle Daddy’s soles. Right where you belong. Now get worshipping…! That’s it. I want Them absolutely glistening with your saliva…

…

Oh wow, I didn’t know sole and toe baths were going to feel this good. You seem to know exactly what you are doing, footsl*t. Something tells Me you have been waiting to do this all your life…

Oh yea, right there boy, keep sucking. In between those toes. Oh, wow, you’ve got Daddy’s flagpole in full, erect salute. Daddy is loving just how into His rank soles and smelly toes His new, twisted footboy really is…

…

Oh yes, Daddy’s feet now own you. Daddy’s feet control you. Let Daddy’s soles engulf your beta face and invade your sick, foot-obsessed mind…

Keep going. Daddy is going to tell you exactly what to do. From now on, Daddy’s feet control you. You’re going to live for doing this every, single day. Aren’t you a lucky boy. My Goood boyyyyy. My new footbeta boy. Oh yeahhhh….”

Both of you felt the electricity, the synergy and the excitement of the asymmetrical relationship that was being established with every sole lick, every toe suck, every tongue wiggle in between His incredibly masculine toes. Oh and His arches. They were so damn perfect. You were in ecstasy. And clearly so was your new Alpha, muscle Daddy. You could really get used to this!

It didn’t take too much longer before Daddy started counting down:

“Oh my gosh, footsl*t. You’re too f*ing good at this. You’re making Daddy such a proud footslave owner. I’m not gonna last much longer. Let’s go…”

You were both so erect. So aroused. So connected. You both started rubbing harder, faster and then some…

“10…9…8…

“Oh my God Daddy, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…”

“I know footson. This is absolutely f*ing amazing…

“Keep going boy. Don’t stop…

“7…6, 5, 4…fuck boy you’re making Daddy soooo proud, such a good pet for Daddy’s soles, aren’t you…”

“Yea Daddy, oh my God Daddy, I love being Your number one footslave. Fuuuu****…

“Good footsl*t….Myyyy new footsl*t….3…2….anddd…

👣 👅 👅 🍆 🍆 ⚡️ 🔥 💦 💦

“Oooonnnnnneeee.”

TOUGH DUDES — Rafael Enrique

Nature offers so many beautiful things to experience and witness.

You could decide to take a swim in the inviting lake, sunbathe on the comfortable sand, or go for a pleasant hike up that gentle hill.

However, nature also made certain boys to be submissive, little, foot freaks. Just like you!

Luckily, this Daddy knows alllll your weaknesses and is here to help by taking over your weak, obsessed, footbeta brain.

So wait no longer. As soon as He saw you coming His way, He knew you would be His.

Now, get on the floor underneath His magnificent, meaty feet and beg to trace every manly wrinkle of His perfect sole with your tongue. Yearn to put each and every bulbous toe of His in your inferior mouth and suck as if your life depended on it. Crave to place your beta saliva in between each one, bathing, cleaning and succumbing to what you know you NEED to do.

You realise that other outdoor pursuits are, indeed, overrated. So you decide to embrace this wonderful opportunity to surrender and worship.

You’re going to become Daddy’s best footboy, aren’t you, slave?

He’s very proud of your choice.

“That’s it, footboy. Keeping staring at Daddy’s soles and looking up at Daddy’s mesmerising eyes. Feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into Daddy’s irresistible control.

“As Daddy’s toes wiggle, up and down, side to side, let your gaze look where it wants to look, without even trying to think about it.

“Daddy’s soles are the best. Daddy’s eyes make you feel good. No need to worry any more. Daddy’s got you, footboy. Just relax, breathe and come take your place underneath Daddy’s perfect soles. There, doesn’t that feel better, my good footslave?”

“Yes, Daddy, it feels amazing and so magical. Just seeing Your soles, listening to Your voice, staring into Your eyes, and feeling completely helpless to do anything but obey.”

“Good footboy. That’s exactly what Daddy wants to hear and see. That’s it. Get underneath Daddy’s paws. Inhale and exhale through them. You know this is what you were born to do.

“Oh and I can tell another part of you is equally as excited about everything that’s going on between us. Doesn’t it just feel soooo goooood to give in and let Daddy’s feet take their rightful place, above you, footboy?”

“Sooo goood, Daddy. You and Your feet are the best thing, ever.”

“Absolutely, my best footboy. Just keep submitting, and keep letting all parts of your body embrace their full surrender. Do as I say, and everything will be fine from now on. No more worries, just Daddy, Daddy’s feet and Daddy’s coaxing eyes. All You want to do is listen, obey and feel the ecstasy that comes with that. Don’t you, my good footsub? Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank You so much for offering me such an overwhelmingly sweet experience. I feel so much better, just to give in and let You and Your feet take over. I don’t know what to say.”

“Then stop talking. There’s nothing left to say. Just breathe, lick, caress, adore and feel the effect of Daddy’s perfect power. Good boy. No more talking now. No more thinking now. Listen, worship, and do as I say. Good boy. That’s it my best footboy. Whoa! Steady! We don’t want a beta-load explosion just quite yet, do we? Haha. Slowww down, relax, and just do what Daddy wants and tells you. You’re His now. You belong to His perfect feet. And you loooove it. Don’t you, my best footsub?

“Oh yes, I just know you do. No more worrying. No more overanalysing. Just Daddy, Daddy’s perfect eyes, Daddy’s perfect words, and Daddy’s perfect paws. What more could a helpless footbeta ask for? Haha. Oh yes, my best footboy. You just know exactly what to do in this amazingly sweet surrender. Keep going. Relax. You’re doing so well.”

Every time Master raises His smooth, meaty, masculine, and irresistible soles, you have no choice but to confess: You’re a successful, sorted, sane guy, but Master and His soles have total erotic control over everything you think, say and do.

From the moment you laid eyes on Him in the gym showers, you realised that He had the best confidence, power and mental and physical strength that you had ever witnessed, not to mention the sexiest feet you had ever had the fortune to observe.

The shift in the universe at that moment was undetectable to others, but undeniable within every atom of your own inner being and the subsequent update in dynamic that was established between you both was instantaneous.

He knew exactly what had happened. He saw your longing gaze and He immediately sensed that he was in the presence of the biggest, secret footbeta imaginable.

He told you to get dressed. He instructed you to take Him back to your house. He wasted no time in stripping down to only His underwear. You were stunned into silence, shocked into submission and powerless to do anything other than what He commanded.

You also undressed, the pole in your own boxer shorts, now on show, impossible to hide. He smiled. He knew He had achieved total success in owning you within milliseconds. You got down on the floor and stared up at your new FootMaster. You felt happy, you felt good, you felt completely powerless to resist. All you wanted from now on was to serve and earn the best male feet you had ever witnessed.

The past ended: The years of endless scrolling, dreaming, yearning, fantasising but always feeling unfulfilled.

The future began: A future of dedicating yourself fully to your new perfect Master and His perfect soles.

He moved in the next day and assumed the position of total Alpha male.

You looked after Him, you let Him take the reins. You prepared His meals, you did His chores, you ensured He was permanently totally at ease, and you forgot what it was like not to be living in the presence of an indestructible, Alpha FootMaster.

“Was this what other people called love?”

In return He let you worship Him every morning and every evening. You started sleeping at the foot of your bed, Him at the top, His soles firmly planted all over your face, all night long. You inhaled His scent every moment possible, both during your sleep and during your free waking hours. You licked His feet, you sucked His toes, and you massaged His perfect paws whenever you got the chance. He relaxed, He did whatever He wanted and you could do nothing but remain in a permanent state of arousal, bliss and subservience. The power He had over you felt so natural, so easy and so right.

To everyone else on the outside, it just seemed as though you had a new, handsome housemate. They guessed you two had just become new, very good friends, who spent all their free time together.

They noticed how much happier you seemed. They commended your new, better physique because you two had started going to the gym a lot more frequently. In the office, you worked even harder too, yearning to be the best version of yourself in order to provide everything necessary for your new foot Adonis.

Little did others know, what your life had actually become. Nobody else needed to know, in fact that what had come about, was everything you had silently ever dreamt of.

“Handsome, masculine, silver-fox Daddy requires new, obedient, adoring footpuppy. All types of footsub considered. Don’t be shy. Daddy’s firm, stringent and demanding but He doesn’t bite. What He does require is constant footworship, total footlove and unbridled foot dedication. So…What are you waiting for? Get on your knees and apply within.”

“It’s time for you to confess that you’re a totally helpless footbeta, My boy.

“Just look at My meaty, masculine, Daddy soles and tell Me you don’t crave to bury your face deeply into, around, and underneath them.

“Just look at My big, plump, Daddy toes and tell Me you don’t crave to place each and every one in your mouth, one-by-one, sucking, licking and devouring. Don’t forget the in-between parts!

“Just look at My highly enticing, perfectly-etched, Daddy sole-wrinkles and tell me you don’t crave to trace each and every one with your foot-obsessed, salivating, tongue.

“All that while you’re hard as a bone, lost in submission, your only goal being to please your Best FootDaddy, nothing else in the world mattering.

“Just what I thought. You’re My best footboy, aren’t you? You’ll do anything to adore, venerate, and please Me and My amazing feet, won’t you? You can’t help it. You were born to do this. You were made to be under My Daddy Feet. So just surrender. Let it happen. Give in and do everything your mind, heart, and 🍆 desire. Everything is going to be Just Fine.

“Good boy.”

Master’s capturing the moment another helpless victim becomes irreversibly enslaved by His perfect paws:

5…4…3…2…1…

…And, poof! Just like that. You’re His for the taking from now on. Didn’t take long, did it, footboy?

Now get down on your knees, and beg to have the privilege of servicing those soft, enticing soles.

Don’t try to fight it. Feel that tightening in your underwear? That’s confirmation of everything you ever truly desired.

He’s adding your picture to His stable collection album as you wait, patiently, to start the first of many worship sessions to come.

And just like that, Master clicks His fingers and you know exactly what to do.

Lick 👅 caress 🤚 suck 👣 and let yourself get lost in the erotic bliss. 🍆 You deserve it, lucky footslave. 🌀 What a good footbeta! 🛐 Make Master truly proud. 💦

Ralph ran into the bathroom, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He looked at himself in the mirror, frightened and confused, yet his 🦴 was undeniably rock-hard, possibly the most aroused he had ever felt in his life. It was quite literally straining, in its rise to attention.

One glance at his Grindr hook-up’s incredible, masculine soles was all it had taken, from then on, he was completely mesmerised. He had found himself completely helpless to look away. And this muscle Adonis had just sat there, smiling, watching the transformation of yet another innocent date, into a footslave. As they had both headed upstairs and started to kiss and take their clothes off, he presumed Ralph was expecting a casual, normal, vanilla string of events. Oh, how wrong Ralph had been! Off came his socks, and the rest just fell into place.

He had become aware of the seemingly magical powers of his Alpha paws at an early age. Even in the locker-room, he saw how many of his peers just couldn’t stop staring whenever his meaty, virile feet were in their eyesight and the reactions it unequivocally caused within them. 😏 He decided to accept his unusual gift and use it to bring submissive men unparalleled pleasure, even if these guys had no idea of their potential to develop a completely unexpected new source of sexual joy up to then.

Today was just another one of these times:

“It’s okay Ralph,” he said in a calm and reassuring voice, “it’s just a perfectly normal reaction that you’re experiencing there. There’s nothing you can do to fight it. Don’t feel embarrassed. The pleasure coursing through your body is all you can feel. It won’t go away until you give into it and embrace it fully. Come back in here and I’ll show you exactly what you have to do. You’re going to join my footbeta stable. And you’re going to love it, become obsessed with it, and crave it all the time. I’m your FootGod from now on. You know it’s true…Come back in here and repeat it back to me. You have no choice.”

Ralph realised everything this near-stranger was saying was true. He still felt embarrassed, and nervous. This was truly a step into the unknown. But his 🍆 left little room for doubt, clouding all other forms of reasonable judgement, and overpowering his will to resist. It was so, damn hard! He decided to surrender what he was feeling deep down within himself. He started to believe and accept that he had wanted and needed this for so long. He usually classed himself as such an ‘in control’, ‘sorted’ guy and a catch for most other gay guys, many of whom he knew considered a handsome, fit, successful and intelligent hunk like him out of their league. Yet here he was, suddenly feeling inferior to another man’s feet with his only desires now being to get underneath them and worship them! It didn’t make any sense. But then he said to himself that it actually didn’t have to. He accepted his fate and made his way back into the bedroom, his erect pole saluting and on full show.

“You are my new FootGod and Master. I can’t help it. I don’t know what you’ve done to me. But all I can do is give in.”

“Good footbeta. That’s what I love to hear. I can tell you’re going to be my perfectly obedient foot-worshipper from now on. There’s no going back. Isn’t that right, slave?”

Ralph realised that every time he heard the words, foot- ‘beta’, ‘slave’ or ‘worshipper’, his 🦴 twitched and started leaking. This was insane! But also so utterly blissful.

“That’s it, my good footboy. You’re doing so, so well. Welcome to your new life.” His deep, distinguished, muscle-Daddy voice was so reassuring. Ralph just melted with every further statement he uttered. He yearned so much to embrace everything feeling that this FootGod was conjuring inside him.

“Good footslave. That’s it. No more thinking now. Just let yourself go. Come over to Daddy and get your face underneath His incredible, meaty, masculine soles. You deserve it. You deserve the ecstasy My feet can give you! Come on, footboy. Let’s get this started…”

…

Thank you to @reymagyar1 and @black4white-deactivated20170403 for the original post images

Daddy made you stop scrolling, didn’t He? 😏

Daddy’s soles immediately caused an uncontrollable twitching downstairs, didn’t they? 👣 🍆

Daddy knows everything you secretly need and crave, boy. Doesn’t He? 🛐

Don’t try to fight it. Daddy’s here to fulfil all your debauched, dirty, footbeta desires. He’s got you and there’s no turning back. 🔥 🔥

Don’t keep Daddy waiting now. He’s indicating exactly where your footslave face needs to be. ⬇️

Down on your knees. There’s a good footsub. Now beg. Beg to be allowed to worship, caress and then coat Daddy’s magnificent soles in your beta drool. Do it, footboy. Do it now. Lose yourself, surrender, and feel Daddy’s perfect sole power. 🌀 🌀

Good footboy. 💦 💦

You made Daddy very happy and proud. 🥰

Owned by Daddy’s perfect feet. Exactly where you have always longed to be. Ecstasy.🦶 ⛓️

Daddy is waiting!