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Luke hasn’t changed his socks in the past three days, his socks are still smelly from wearing his sneakers. He likes the fact that one of his favorite pair of socks smell like his trashed Osiris.

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After the game is a Good Time

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With your stepbrother and his best friend Chase back home from college, it didn’t take long for both of them to fall back into the routine of asserting their dominance over you. Mostly making you their foot servant as they did all through high school. During those early days, your step bro would tease you with his smelly feet and liked the power trip it gave him. He quickly caught on that you weren’t trying that hard to get away so being trapped under his feet became a common routine. He let his best buddy Chase, a country boy who always wore cowboy boots, in on his routine and soon both of them would take turns or gang up on you together with their feet. Now back home on college break, both of them sophomore’s, they still hadn’t lost that thrill of keeping you under foot. Both of them up in your stepbro’s room, all of you talking, with your stepbrother coming out and telling Chase you had already had succumbed to being his foot rest while watching a movie the night before. Hearing both boys laugh, you hear Chase order you to get down, and kiss his cowboy boots. You drop to your knee’s and kiss each of his rugged boots a few times. He orders you to take them off his feet. You do as he says, slowing puling his boots off. Chase bends down and removes his black socks, the familiar dry smell of his bare feet quickly hitting you in the face like it used to. “Yah, I remember you just always on the floor, our feet always in your face. You loved it. Couldn’t get enough of your face being used as a footrest all through high school. Still like being a foot slave huh footboy?,” he asks teasingly and lifts one bare foot up to your face. “Kiss it.” You lean in and kiss the bottom of his bare foot. “Good, now lay down. My feet want to get reacquainted with your fucking face.” Chase takes a seat on the edge of your stepbros bed and you lay down by his feet. Both of them watch as you see the college, cowboy’s bare smelly feet smother your face. You see nothing but peachy darkness and feel his hot stinky soles rub over your nose. You can hear them laugh as you take deep inhales of the intoxicating odor. “Yah, my feet miss that. Sniff between my toes footboy,” he says, squeezing your nose with his toes. He flexes and rubs them some over your nostrils as you breathe deeply, sucking in the air between them. He covers your face with both bare feet as he and your stepbrother talk about other stuff. Chase occasionally rubs his feet and toes over your nose, verbally teasing you off and on, until after about 30 minutes. He looks down at you and drags one pair of toes down to your mouth, tapping them on your lips. You stick out your tongue and lick between each of his toes for awhile as well as drag your tongue up and down his smelly bare foot. You lick his feet for another 10 minutes before they have to go. Chase get’s up and teasingly jerks your hardon under your shorts with one bare foot, laughing, and saying,”Yah, you still like being the foot slave. Put my socks and boots back on my feet.” You do, kissing his booted feet and your stepbro’s Van’s he’s wearing before they head out the door. “Don’t worry, if I’m back early enough, you’ll be my foot rest later on,” you hear your stepbro say with Chase following it up,”And you’ll be getting my smelly feet in your face again too footboy.” It’s going to be a long and exhilarating time with both of them home on break.

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@sweatysocksnsneakers it's a dream come true for this sock boy to trade dirty tube socks with a dirty sock god! 👃🧦🤤

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Hired as Tom Holland's footslave

You had been searching for a job in your area for some time. One day your best friend that heard about your job hunting called you to tell you that an actor sought a personal assistant. Not wanting to give out any more details, even after begging and asking for any additional information, you just went to the address that he gave you to meet your new employer for a job interview.

You stopped and gasped at the size of the huge mansion. Having checked the address to make sure you weren't at the wrong one, you hesitantly parked your car. You walked towards the door, rang the bell and the door opened and you were met with someone that you immediately recognized as a typical "butler". "Hello, are you Y/N? Your appearance matches the information we received." You nodded but then were confused. "Who sent my information? And why would this actor want a personal assistant when he already had a butler?", you thought as you followed this butler through the huge mansion.

After going up the stairs you started noticing a pungent smell of something that you couldn't describe. It was a mix of a cheese and vinegar. It didn't seem to bother the butler strangely enough. "You ready to meet your new boss?" You were interrupted by the butler who was looking at you. You replied with a simple "Yes." before the butler opened the door and waited for permission to enter. "Sir, your new "personal assistant" is here." He said with a slight amused tone towards the end of the sentence. He looked back at you and nodded, giving you permission to enter.

You entered the room and when you did this the butler stepped away and you audibly gasped as you stumbled back at the sight of the person that was going to be your new boss: it was Tom Holland. Not only this made you stumble, but the smell that was now 10 times more intense was making your head light-headed.

"Hello, this is perfect timing actually!" Tom said smiling with his British accent. He was exercising on a blue mat, with gym equipment scattered throughout the room.

You were still starstruck but after a few seconds you mentally slapped yourself awake. "H-hello Mr. Holland, i-it's a pleasure to meet y-you." Tom smiled as he stayed in the position while you 2 began having some small-talk.

"I can't believe I'll be a personal assistant to THE Tom Holland." You exclaimed after having become more comfortable by the talk you two were having. Tom and the butler who was still standing beside you exchanged a look before Tom looked back at you. A weird feeling filled your stomach. "You haven't received the details of the job you will be doing have you?" You became crimson red while shaking your head no. "U-uh, my friend just said it was an open position of a personal assistant..."

Tom started laughing. "You mean the same friend that told my butler you had a foot fetish?" Your breathing and heart started pounding as he said this. Why would he tell anyone about my fetish? Tom continued. "And I think you noticed the strong smell of feet when you entered the room. My feet have gone through a lot, especially since I just finished shooting my movie "No Way Home", so I need someone to take care of them, a foot slave of some sort. And that person is going to be you!"

You stumbled backwards. You did have a foot fetish and had also spent hours staring at Tom's feet and hoped to get some glances of his bare feet as his personal assistant, but this was too much. You slowly felt yourself losing consciousness as your eyes went to the back of your head, the strong pungent smell that Tom revealed to be his feet smell being the final sniff you inhaled before everything went black.

You opened your eyes and you were met with some sort of ceiling, your eyes having to adjust to the bright light. Then you froze for a few seconds, everything that just happened hitting you like a train all at once.

This train of thought was interrupted however with the intense foot smell from the room assaulting your nose. This was even more intense, to the point that your eyes started watering. Still laying down on your back, you adjusted your head looking behind you slightly and you gasped: there was a heel in your sight. You flipped yourself over and now you were met with 2 pairs of smelly sweaty feet, which you immediately recognized as Tom's with the spider tattoo plastered on his right sole.

You couldn't understand why you had been in this position but after 10 seconds of absolute silence with the memories what had happened before you passed out slowly seeping in, you crawled forward and stuck out your tongue. After some hesitation your tongue touched his sole and you started licking, the salty and cheesy taste of sweat entering your system. Tom moved his feet a little bit but stayed in the same position. "Welcome to your new life." You heard him say as you continued lapping at his soles, knowing you had passed the job interview to become his new foot slave.

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