Originally, Rob and I weren't friends, we were just part of the same social circle.
He was the alpha male of the group, a total jock, and with girls fawning over his cute looks, he had reason to always have a confident smile on his face. I was on the other side of our circle of friends, more of a meek, shy introvert. Over time, we got to know one another better, although at first, he loved to use me as fodder to get a laugh from the other guys - Rob always found something about me to make fun of. After a couple of years, Rob warmed up to me, and we became pretty tight. I considered him my best friend, but knew full well that a lot of the boys did too - Rob was just that kind of guy.
I began dating a girl named Laryssa, and it wasn’t before long that she, too, became part of our social circle. My friends became her friends, and she blended in well with us. She looked like a hotter version of Jessica Alba, but with slightly bigger and rounder tits. Rob and her got along great, but unlike me, they were both very A-list, both very assertive and authoritative.
What gave me a sense of authority was keeping this kid around named Andrew. He was the little brother of one of our buddies, James. Andrew was annoying - he talked about geeky stuff way too much, and sometimes made fun of me to get a laugh out of whomever was around, much like Rob used to do.
I think keeping Andrew as my tag-along friend made Rob look at me in a new light, like he had the wrong opinion of me, like I was beneath him. I knew Rob saw Andrew as a total loser, never really talking to him when he was with us. When Andrew showed up, Rob walked away, not wanting to be seen with what he once called “the neighbourhood loser”.
After seeing Andrew with me more than enough times, Rob started treating me more like a wimp, instead of his buddy. He had me running errands for him, like fetching his dry cleaning, stocking his fridge with beer, doing his laundry, washing his car and even scrubbing his toilet. In fact, at one point, I was on my knees scrubbing this toilet, when he came up behind me and took a leak right over my head. I looked up at him, expecting him to laugh, but he just looked down at me, like I was furniture placed where it belonged, while his stream of urine emitted an inch from my face. Some of his piss drops landed on my lips before Rob put his fat cock back in his boxers, patted the top of my head a few times and told me to go back to work, washing his hands and dumping the towel on me. Without missing a beat, I did has he asked. I had never been so obedient for anyone like this before, ever.
I had no idea why I was so subservient to my best friend. I also wasn’t sure why I never said no to him. I never, once, displayed displeasure doing the things Rob told me to do.
Andrew got wind of the things Rob had me doing, and one day, while he was over at my place, he made fun of me in front of my girlfriend. He was talking about me as if I was some sort of obedient wimp to the big jock, telling Laryssa how I followed Rob around like a lost puppy. I tried to convince Andrew that Rob was my bud, that I was just giving him a hand in my free time, because that's what bros do. Much to my surprise, however, my girlfriend sided with Andrew, revealing that I canceled dates with her because I had to finish Rob's chores. With that revelation, Andrew had now looked at me in a new light, and with a a smirk on his face, told me to ask Rob if he, too, could “get in on that-ah”. Andrew and Laryssa looked at each other and shared a smile, like they were both thinking the same thing about me, right in front of me. That moment made my dick twitch, and I hoped that neither one had noticed.
One day, Andrew was over playing video games, when, once again, Andrew made fun of me for being Rob's little wimp. The nerve of this kid, to insult the one friend he had. He was laughing at me for washing Rob’s car the other day, but I told him I was just helping a buddy out. He asked what else I did for him, and much to my regret, I told him how I've been doing his laundry, scrubbing his toilet, ironing his clothes...pretty much whatever he wanted. His eyes lit up, and while staring at me like I was some kind of joke.
"Eh...what else do you do for the guy?” Andrew asked me. “Kiss his feet too-ah?"
“Of course not.” I responded. "I mean, I don’t kiss them. I just rub them".
“He asks you to rub his feet?!”
“Actually, he never verbally asks. He just sort of expects me to do it when he sits down, after a long day.”
Andrew broke out in laughter and took his own shoe off.
“Then rub my feet too.” He ordered, with a smile on his face. “They way I do for my superior-ah”. I told Andrew to go fuck himself. Suddenly, he leaped up, shoved me down to the floor, and rubbed his foot all over my face, laughing as he did it. He had thought he was overpowering me, that I was too weak to fight back. I’m not sure if that was the case, because I wasn’t exactly putting up a resistance.
With one of his big hands holding the back of my head, and the other cupping his dirty old running shoe from the bottom, Andrew pressed my face into the entrance of his sneaker, forcing me to breath in the stench of his foot sweat. I think he was taken by surprise by how quickly I obeyed his order - he certainly didn’t need to tell me twice. I was so intoxicated by the stink of his sweat from within the shoe, that I hadn’t realized Andrew had released his grip on the back of my head. I was doing sniffing his sneaker, without enforcement.
We both looked up at the same time when Laryssa cleared her throat - she was watching Andrew humiliate me, and quite frankly, neither he, nor I, heard her come in. Andrew put his shoe back on and left my apartment, smiling at her as he walked out. From my peripheral vision, I saw that she returned the smile.
I almost was heartbroken watching Andrew put his shoe back on. I felt like I did as a child, when my parents took away my Halloween candy.
Laryssa asked me what had happened, and when I told her what led up to what she had just seen, she told me she really wanted me to man up.
“Even your tag-along friend is slapping you around now.” She said, shaking her head and walking away from me.
I spoke to Rob about what Andrew said and did to me, and how he was now perceiving me as some sort of gofer for my best friend. Considering that Andrew was at the bottom of our circle’s little pecking order, that really struck a cord with me. When I told Rob about how my girlfriend and my tag-along friend were laughing at me together, I was getting an erection, and Rob saw it. Amused, Rob told me to invite them both over for dinner at his place that night, joining him and the girl he was currently seeing, Sara.
I was taken back by this - Andrew, the guy Rob dubbed “the neighbourhood loser” - was getting an invitation to the alpha male’s house?! That was a huge step up for a tag-along like Andrew. I told Rob that Andrew would feel awkward being the fifth wheel, but Rob told me it would just be the four of them - after I cooked, I was free to leave, to "go home and play video games or something". I felt offended and hurt, but also jealous and envious. My girlfriend and my best friend were going to have dinner with my tag-along friend, without me, and worse, I was going to prepare the food for them to eat.
On the day of the dinner, after I had finished cooking at Rob’s place, he inspected the food I had prepared for him, and gave me a thumbs-up in approval. Getting a rush from his validation, I made my way towards the front door, and got on one knee to tie my shoelace. Just then, Andrew and Laryssa walked in - the door was unlocked - and with them, came Rob’s girl, Sara, who greeted him with a kiss - she was way into Rob, and he knew it.
I began talking to my girlfriend while tying my laces, when suddenly, Andrew put his shoe on mine.
“Unlace me while you’re down there-ah…” He commanded, looking down at me with that smirk of his.
The room was silent. At this point, all four of them were looking down at me, while I looked up at Andrew, his dominance tangible. I unlaced his first shoe, then pulled his sneaker off his foot. He asked if they smelled, and I told them they reeked while giving him the shoe. Without warning, Andrew grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into the entrance of his sneaker, telling me to take another whiff, “eh…just to be sure-ah”, with an eruption of laughter from the girls and Rob. When he pulled his shoe away, I looked up at him with anger, but he didn’t flinch.
“Eh…the other shoe’s not gonna unlace itself…hurry up, I gotta take a piss-ah.” He said, assertively. My girlfriend’s legs quivered with that sentence. Laryssa was riveted to the show Andrew was putting on in front of her, and his new friends.
Andrew didn’t humiliate me with the second shoe. Instead, he took off one of his stinky, dirty white sweatsocks, which was almost black on the bottom, with holes all over it, and shoved it in my mouth. Gagging, Andrew grabbed me by the hair, opened the door adn tossed me right out of Rob’s front door. As I landed on all fours, the door slammed shut behind me. I never had heard Rob laugh as loud as he did during a that moment, which was saying something, considering he was indoors, and I was outside.
I felt so many emotions as I ate my TV dinner alone, in front of the couch, that night. My best friend laughing at me, bossing me around. My girlfriend giving more attention to my tag-along friend then me. And the tag-along himself, bullying me in front of them both. Laryssa didn’t call or text me at all that night - she had her phone off. I felt betrayed, but I surprisingly wasn’t angry. I sat there on the couch, not realizing that I was stroking my cock while thinking about all of these scenarios.
I felt something sticking out of my jacket pocket and realized I had taken Andrew’s dirty sock with me. As soon as I pulled out the dirty white sweatsock, its rank sweat stung my nostrils. I immediately visualized Andrew, specifically the view I had of him from the floor, while I untied his shoelaces. My cock started throbbing once I had another mental image, the view from the toilet, looking up at Rob, who was pissing over my head.
I wondered what all four of them were doing without me, hoping Rob wouldn’t tell them about half the things I was doing for him. I was fully aware that I should have been a lot more angry about the things that were happening to me at the hands of the people I called my friends. For some reason, I found comfort in servitude. The idea of following Rob’s orders put a smile on my face instead of a frown.
My heart skipped a beat when I thought of serving Andrew the same way I did Rob, and with that thought, I caught another whiff of Andrew’s dirty white sweatsocks. Although it only lasted several seconds, I was lost in the moment of being beneath the sole of Andrew’s dirty, smelly white sweat sock. I had only looked at it briefly, and yet had a perfect image of the indentation of his toes through the fabric of his decaying cotton. I thought about the moment his socked foot touched my face, when his big toe fell underneath my nose and above my upper lip, and when the base of his feet smashed my lips. I had never cum so hard in my life, thinking about all of these images at the same time. Ropes of jism shot out all over me, stinging my eye and staining my t-shirt.
Just then, Laryssa walked in, and her jaw dropped looking at the sight in front of her - Andrew’s dirty sock to my left, a half-eaten TV dinner in front of me, and a pool of cum soaking my face and chest. I didn’t know what to say, especially when she took out her phone, took a picture, and texted to someone immediately afterward. I scurried away to clean myself up, taking my time, not wanting to face my girlfriend.
When I came out, Andrew’s dirty sock was missing from the armrest I had left it on. I panicked, frantically looking for it everywhere, the way a married man would search for his removed wedding ring. It was like a scavenger hunt, because I could smell Andrew’s dirty, holy sock nearby - I emphasized with a dog searching for his treat. Following the scent, I realized Laryssa had taken Andrew’s dirty sock with her into our bedroom. The door was closed and the lights were off, but I could hear sensual moaning and breathing. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard her exhale while saying Andrew’s name, followed by dead silence.
I gave her a few minutes to compose herself, but when I entered the bedroom and crawled into bed, she had already passed out. Her big, thick rubber dildo, shiny with her cum, lay between her legs. Andrew’s dirty white sock, still containing the odor of his sweat, lay on the pillow beside her - the pillow I lay my head on every night.
My girlfriend was already at work by the time I woke up. I tried to call her, but she didn’t pick up. I then called Rob, finally asking him why he had Andrew, of all people, over the previous night, instead of me. Rob told me he simply wanted to get to know Andrew better, having the wrong idea about both him, and me.
Rob told me he had a great night with Andrew, and that the four of them were going to the movies later that night. I asked him if he wanted me to buy 5 advanced tickets, but he told me to buy only by 4, as there wasn't enough room or time for me. With an authoritative voice, my best friend told me to pick up his laundry on the way home from work, to take of it while he and Andrew “were out with their girls”. Hearing him say that made my dick hard again.
Before ending the conversation, Rob told me that, when picking up his laundry at the end of the night, he would bring over a gift for me. I had just assumed he was referring to half-eaten popcorn, and swallowed hard when he told me to have beer in the fridge by the time he came over.
“Andrew’s coming with me.” Rob said, clearly laughing as he spoke. “He’s going to watch you take the socks right off my feet.”
I knew I should have been offended by that comment, but to be honest, I was glad I had the house to myself, as my dick had started throbbing hard again.
“I’ll be wearing these sweatsocks all day, just for you, buddy.” He said, mocking me. “Why should Andrew have all the fun. You’re in for a real treat.”
The previous night, I had visualized my best friend and my tag-along dominating me with their dirty socks, and 24 hours, it looked like that was about to become a reality. I should have been worried about the status between my girlfriend and I, but she was an afterthought. The anticipation of Rob and Andrew’s arrival later that night was the only thing on my mind.
