Boi and Older Man

I quickly crawled to the kitchen, still with the scent of daddy's crotch in my nose and brain. I couldn't wait to smell it again. I stood up and grabbed two beers and put them in my mouth. I crawled back on all fours towards daddy. He was filming me on his phone.

"What a good little slut. Just don't get any ideas about having one of my beers," he growled.

"No daddy. I just thought I would get two to save time. You know, in case you wanted another," I said.

"I think you just wanted to show you can take more than one in your filthy fucking fag mouth, didn't you bitch?"

"Yes daddy," I said right before he grabbed me by the hair.

"What you want to do now, slut?"

"I badly want to lick and taste your crotch, daddy. I need to smell it again." He spat in my face.

"You haven't earned the right to do that yet," I begged for his approval once more. "Seeing as you're on your hands and knees, I want you to pray to me now bow your head and say 'You're the boss daddy. I'm your sissy slut slave and will do anything you say.'"

I did this for about two minutes, training myself with this new mantra. It was burned in my brain along with the scent of his sweaty crotch.

"Now, kiss my running shoes as you keep saying it."

"Yes daddy." I kissed each running shoe and repeated the mantra, making sure he heard it loud and clear.

"Good faggot. Now, do you want to sniff and lick my big bulge?" He laughed for a bit. "You haven't earned it yet but you can worship something else. My feet are so sweaty in these running shoes, my socks are soaked. Take them off and worship me fucking fag."

I kissed each shoe and started to untie the laces. I slowly started to take his right foot out of the shoe and the sweaty scent hit me without me even being close to it. I placed the shoe next to me when I got a slap on my face from him. "Sniff it, you slut," he said before spitting in my face. I grabbed the running shoe and buried my nose inside the sole. It was like a strong vinegar. I looked up at my master, my owner, as I carried on taking big sniffs.

He drank a beer with one hand and filmed me with the other. "You love the stink coming from that shoe, you dirty filthy nasty sissy slut, don't you?" I just nodded my head and carried on sniffing when he slapped me with the back of his hand. "Daddy asks you a question, you answer. I won't tell you again." I immediately apologized and carried on sniffing the shoe. "Sissy loves the smell so bad, he just nods his head like the dirty dog he is. Wait until he gets the socks."

I look up at daddy, pleading with puppy dog eyes, begging silently. He then takes his other running shoe off himself and sticks the other over my nostril, using the laces to tie the shoe to my face.

"Carry on sniffing that shoe and you can now use your free hands to rub my sweaty feet." I carry on sniffing the shoe as I grab his foot. I feel the sock is soaked in sweat. I work my way through rubbing the arches, the heels, the toes, absolutely loving it. I try and rub the big soles as hard as I can when he voices his displeasure.

"Fucking pathetic loser can't even rub feet." He then untied the shoe from my face and threw it on the floor. "Place that shoe neatly next to the other one." I instantly do as he says.

"You want my sweaty feet all over your fag face, don't you?"

"Please daddy. I loved the smell of your shoes. I know the socks will be even more powerful," I pleaded.

"You held them, so sniff your hands and tell me if you still want them." I brought my hands to my face and couldn't help but moan as the scent was so sexual. "If you love the smell on your hands so much, then taste them. Come on, cunt. Worship the sweat from your hands and fingers." I lick my hands and look up to show daddy how much I love it.

"What a pathetic beta bitch," he says, carrying on filming me on my hands and knees. He's clearly aroused as I lick each individual finger. "Okay, I think you have earned my feet on your face now." He then slapped me with the sole of his foot, first the left and then the right and then spat in my face. "You should thank daddy for foot slapping your fag face."

"Yes daddy. I'm sorry. Thank you so much." He then did it again and I thanked him after each slap. He laughed.

"Go on and beg to be my human footstool." Already on my knees, I started praying. He placed his big muscular legs on my back. They were so heavy, they forced me to arch my back. I was unsure how long I could last like this.

"You're fucking pathetic. You would literally do anything I say, won't you fag?" I nodded and he then took his legs off my back. "Turn back in position, bitch." He then placed both feet over my face. The scent was intense and the weight of his legs almost forced me all the way backwards to the floor. I tried to push forwards, burying my face into his soles. I sniffed hard and let out soft moans. I was intoxicated from the smell. He rubbed them up and down my face.

"You love this, don't you?" He then laughed and turned to the camera, "As you can see here, we have a pathetic beta bitch." I carried on sniffing and moaning loving every second. He pulled them away. "Don't you think you should be kissing them?"

"Yes daddy. I didn't want to without permission."

"That's a good slut. You don't want daddy hitting you, do you?"

"No daddy," I said except it was futile. He then slapped me with his soles again and I thanked him each time.

"Good faggot. Now, kiss my feet." I kissed the top of each socked foot and thanked him each time.

"Now, the soles. Kiss the soles. You belong beneath your master." I grabbed his muscular leg lifted it, thanking him again after each kiss. "Start licking and sucking the sweat from them dirty socks, you dirty cunt."

I lick up and down the sock, thanking daddy for the privilege to taste the sweat. He laughs as me and occasionally spits in my face, calling me a sock slut.

"Worship that sock like you would my big dick." I start sucking the heel, kissing and licking from the arches to the toes. I try and take every toe in my mouth.

"Good slut. Fucking suck on them toes. Suck all the sweat out them socks, faggot." As I carry on, I feel him pushing his foot further down my throat until I'm gagging. "You love getting throat fucked and gagging, don't you foot fag?" I know not to just nod my head so I try to say "yes daddy" with his sweaty socked foot in my throat.

"What was that, whore?" he asked as he took his foot out of my mouth.

"Yes daddy. I fucking love it." He slaps me with his foot again I thank him again for doing so. He then puts the other foot down my throat until I gag. I moan, acknowledging I love it.

part 3 coming soon...