Andy, a youngish dad with shaggy brown hair and thick glasses, led Rob, a hot guy with curly blonde hair and red spandex shorts, into his basement. Rob’s hands were bound behind his back, and a cock ring was fastened around his erection. He was stripped nude except for his dirty white orlon blend socks with three red stripes on the legs and a red line across the top of the toes.
“Why am I being held captive?” Rob asked as they descended the stairs.
Andy chuckled, “I’m tired of seeing you inspire my son Matt to get his socks dirty. I’m tired of trying to convince him that guys don’t do this with you proving me wrong. And I’m tired of trying to get those socks clean again.”
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Andy stopped in front of a metal pole. He secured Rob’s chains to the pole, leaving him spread-eagled and at his mercy.
Andy then kicked off his shoes and socks, revealing his own dirty white socks. He dangled them in front of Rob’s face, “Smell that. Feel that. That’s what a real man smells like.”
Rob’s nose twitched as he took in the scent of Andy’s socks. He couldn’t help but feel aroused by the display.
Andy chuckled, “See, sexy socks guy has an exploitable weakness.”
He then proceeded to tickle Rob’s feet, causing him to squirm and giggle.
“Please stop,” Rob pleaded, but Andy only laughed harder.
After a few hours of tickling, Andy’s socked feet covered Rob’s face. He began to jack off in front of him, still forcing Rob to smell his socks. All the male energy in the room made Rob hard, but Andy allowed him no release from his sexual pressure.
Rob remained nude with the dirty socks on, grimey and chained up in the basement. He was sweaty and dirty, and the smell of his socks was all around him.
Andy took showers with socks on right in front of Rob, telling him he felt so refreshed and clean, even his socks feeling better. Rob’s cock was super hard, having had no release for so long.
Andy then set up a huge aquarium tank on the side of the basement opposite Rob and filled it with water. He swam with his socks on in front of Rob, asking Rob would do that with socks on if he could.
Day after day, Rob got more grimey and Andy got his dirty socked feet in Rob’s face to smell. Then jacks himself off.
Rob became incredibly horny and desired release, but he was unable to cum with the cock ring on.
Andy then went off to his comfortable bed to sleep, leaving Rob coated in dirt and sweat, the socks still on and his cock still raging hard, untouched for so very long.
A hot young man with short light brown hair wearing gray shorts and dirty white socks came down and discovered Rob. He said his dad, Andy, told him he had a sexy friend staying over and playing a really hot game.
Matt marveled at how dirty Rob’s socks were and tickled at his socked feet. Rob pleaded for him to stop and said he was being held prisoner.
Matt grinned, “I know. I’m supposed to keep the game going while Andy is out of town.”
Matt attached a long chain to Rob’s wrists and said he could reach the shower to clean up.
Rob eventually went over and relaxed for the longest time in nice warm water, washing clean. But the wet socks felt so gross. Can I have a clean pair, Rob asked.
Matt grinned and tickled shampoo into the soles of Rob’s socked feet causing Rob to laugh hysterically.
Matt got a lot of the grubbiness out and then placed his dirty socked feet over Rob’s face. Says he’s been watching Rob and wondering where he went. He loves seeing him outside getting his socks all dirty.
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga — or write a steamy tale starring you.