Gay Men in Loafers and White Socks

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Anonymous asked:

What age is the best to become an inmate in your opinion?

mus1g4 answered:

If you are talking in real life………never!!!!

If your are asking in terms of role play, i would say early 20s…..21

Anyone younger than 18 is not allowed in any of the roleplays I participate in. And being 18 is a crap shoot in terms of maturity to play. I have played with amazing 18 year olds and had 22 year olds who were……..difficult!

But, youth allows you to play hard and enjoy all aspects of prison play. You can endure restraints longer, work harder and generally have tons of energy.

That being said, many of us are between 35 and 85 years old. We can still kick young guy's asses!

"Yo this dirt ain't gonna clean itself". Hunter was one of the most popular guys in school. All the girls wanted him and all the guys wanted to be him. The classic popular guy with a huge ego. He had a few tiktoks go viral so you could say his sense of self was quite inflated to say the least. He knew the power he had over people and used it however he could. I always hated him. I tried to ignore him but everyday in the hallways his group would be loud and bother everyone around them. He was also one of the biggest bullies constantly picking on those around him. I was tired of it, so I hatched a plan to hopefully humble him. I wanted to embarrass him publicly and hopefully ruin his reputation. I'm not proud of it, but something inside me couldn't help me from trying.

I was quite popular myself, so I decided to ask him to hang after school one day. To entice him, I said I'd provide weed and he said yes rather quickly. After school, I ran home and got the house ready for him. I set up cameras in the places we'd be hanging out to hopefully catch him saying something that might lead to his downfall. Best case scenario, my plan works. Worst case scenario, I play video games with Hunter for an afternoon. I was feeling pretty good about this. Hunter arrived and we walked over to the back porch to smoke. When he walked in he slipped off his shoes and the stench of his feet immediately flooded the room. It was disgusting, but I tried to ignore it. When we got to the entrance of the porch I saw him slip off his black socks and leave them on the kitchen table. How rude do you have to be to leave your dirty sweaty socks on the place we eat? We walk out and sit on some patio chairs and start chatting. I hand him the joint while he talks about all the comments and likes he got on his most recent video. I wanted to roll my eyes but I pretended to be impressed by it as to not alert him to my true intentions.

"Oh my god my feet are so sweaty they keep sticking to everything. I've had my school shoes for 4 years now so they make my feet so gross" Hunter says through a hit of the joint.

I reply, "I was wondering why you took them off so quick".

"Yeah man, I have to take them off right away or else I can't even handle them. Can I tell you something I'm not proud of but is kinda funny".

I can't hide my smile as I say "of course".

"Okay, so you know that loser Josh in our math class? Well one day after gym I found him in the locker room and made him lick my feet clean. The other guys held him down while I rubbed my feet on his tongue. I felt pretty bad after though. I wouldn't do that to someone unless I felt they truly deserve it. I mean the poor kid is probably still getting the taste out of his mouth".

I sit there shocked. I don't think that's enough to get him in trouble but definitely wasn't expecting that. "Wow that's evil" I say in response. "I mean it must've been nice to have someone below you like that".

"Eh maybe I guess. If he did something against me though it would've felt way better".

I excuse myself to use the bathroom. When I get back I see him standing up with the hidden camera in his hand. "What the fuck is this?" He asks angrily.

"Oh…I was just…recording" how can I lie my way out of this one.

"Why would you do that?"

I decided being honest might be the best thing. "If I can tell the truth, I was jealous of you. I didn't like how cocky you are all the time and wanted to get some dirt on you to maybe humble you a bit. I'm sorry". I paused hoping everything would be okay.

"I'm…sorry? You tried to ruin my life and all you can say is I'm sorry? You're an evil person. You make me sick. Just because I'm doing better than you you feel you have to 'take me down'? Go fuck yourself". He starts to storm off but stops and turns around. "It would be a shame if everyone at school found out you record guys without their consent and beat off to it".

"I-I don't beat off to it. And I've never done this before".

"Who are they gonna believe? I have the footage right here. Your reputation will be ruined".

"No please" I fall to my knees, "I'm sorry, please don't do this".

"You're pathetic. You were fine when you were doing this to me, but now that it's the other way around you wanna be a little baby".

Tears start to well up in my eyes and he chuckles.

"That's it. Cry like a little fucking baby". He sits back down in his chair. He gets an idea "you know I might not tell everyone on one condition".

I look up at him from the ground like a dog. "Please! Anything! I'll do anything!"

He laughs and lifts up his barefoot in front of my face. "I said I wouldn't do this to someone unless I felt they deserve it, but you really are one of the most disgusting, worthless, pieces of shit I ever met in my life". He spits on the ground next to me. "By the time I'm done with you I'll have you trained to lick that spit up off the floor without being asked". My eyes widen as I look at his foot. His heel is yellow with sweat, covered by a thick layer of dirt and grime. Not to mention the sock lint covering his toes. I don't have a thing for feet so the smell is enough to make me hurl. He continues "I want you to lick my feet until they shine. I don't care if it takes all night. I'm gonna smoke all your fucking weed while you weave your tongue between my toes and you better say thank you while you do it". I realize there's no other way. How did this happen? I was careless and stupid. I swallow my pride and stick out my tongue. It gently squished against his heel and I instantly retch as the dirt begins to fall into my mouth. I spit on the ground and he says "HEY. You better be fucking swallowing that dirt. I love hearing you retch in disgust. It's music to my fucking ears". I've never been so humiliated in my life. I lick up his foot, a trail of dirt collecting on my tongue. Once I reach the sock lint I nearly lose my lunch. I swallow it all in hopes that I can save my reputation.

"Suck on my toes loser". I wrap my lips around his big toe and start sucking away as he relaxes like a prince. I continue cleaning without complaints. "I could get used to this", he says, making me shudder. As I lick up his foot my nightmares come true as I hear him say "smile", followed by a camera flash. My life as I know it was over and it's all my fault.

I love a good blackmail and breaking story.

Part 1:

Your parents were quick to favourite your sisters new boyfriend, probably because of his good looks and charismatic personality. Him becoming a favourite immediate irked you, not only cause of your parents turning all the attention to him, but also because of your parents telling you to obey if he had any wishes. It started with making him smoothies everytime he came to your house to taking his shoes off if he was "too tired". You did it with great reluctance, but had no choice. He quickly picked up on this and started to exploit it.

One day he came through your door unexpected. He knew that your parents weren't home, and he wasn't with your sister. He was shirtless and grinned at you. "H-hey man, what are you doing here." You asked. It was silent for a second. "Take my shoes off." He finally said, his grin slowly fading. You were taken aback by this. "U-uh sure." You knelt down and took his shoes off, the smell immediately filling the room. You would always complain and nag when you did things for him, but his sudden domineering presence silenced you completely. After you gently pulled his feet out of his shoes, he walked towards the couch and sat there, glaring at you. Awkwardly, you wanted to stand up, but before you could he spoke. "Massage my feet." He said, putting his feet up on the table.

Feeling humiliated, you obeyed again, putting your hands on his big reeking feet and starting the massage. You were afraid of his sudden personality change and decided it was best to just obey. You continued massaging for a good half hour, before he spoke again. "Now take a whiff." Hearing this, you looked at him, hoping he was joking. "Your parents treat me like a king, and it's time I get a slave serving me, don't you think I deserve that?" He said, half-amused but serious. "Now sniff like a good boy." You complied, putting your nose on his soles and toes, sniffing the cheesy footsmell, making you want to gag, but you suppressed it, afraid of the consequences. "You like that smell? You better get used to it cause I'm gonna appoint you as my new Footboy!" He said, laughing while wiggling his toes in your face, with your nose between his two big toes.

Losing your job was rough, but your roommate, Jeremy and you had a good rapport. Appealing to this he let you stay one the condition he'd cover rent, but you had to take in responsibilities each fortnight you went without a job. Easy, some extra chores was nothing to being able to live rent free while you found a new position.

The first two weeks just added housework to the responsibilities: dishes, cleaning, trash was all your responsibility. You noticed Jeremy getting less tidy or careful, you were quick to clean up after him.

The next fortnight brought laundry duties, where you noticed he really worked up a sweat. You always liked his musk, but something about doing task for him and smelling his sweaty clothes made you oddly addicted. You started finding yourself taking a sock here or there to get a nice whiff.

As a new month rolled in Cooking started to be your duties next, breakfast lunch and dinner. It wasn't too bad but the responsibilities were stacking up to where finding time to job hunt was hard. Whenever you considered just quitting the arrangement and living with your parents Jeremy would give you a compliment, a pat on the head, or whisper of sweet words that made you glow for some reason. It was hard to not want to please him. Those night you found your self sniffing his clothes before bed more often.

The next weeks of joblessness hit and you were at a loss of what more you could do. Jeremy had an idea. "After work, rub my feet, they are so sore walking over the site so much. You'd be a good boy and do that, yes?"

You couldn't resist that. Soon you were worshipping his feet each night. Jeremy steadily grew more controlling and demanding. Eating your time to look for work and giving more responsibilities even as they got sexual and humiliating.

Here you four months later, caged dick, nippled clamped, naked, licking his feet and being his personal servant. Jeremy reclines as you suck on his big toe submissively. "You know, I knew I could make you the perfect bitchboy. As soon as my socks went missing I knew it. Though you can't jack off to my socks anymore can you? I make enough now I can pay for both of us, you're too under my thumb to fight back anymore." His big toes shoved their way in your mouth, and pulled at the cheeks for you tongue to fall out and drool. There was no fighting it, he eroded that away over the months, when he wanted a toy you were his toy. His toes passively pulled and prodded your face. "This is your new job so no more job searching bitchboy. This is where you belong."

His feet against your face a sign he needed a foot stool. You lay on the ground with his feet covering your face. Jeremy had crushed you ambition, independence, and free will, but you were in heaven as you sniff and licked your master's feet and you penis strained against the cage leaking precum.

Gay Men in Loafers and White Socks

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