This is a story of how I became addicted to the smell of jock feet. It all started in high school.
My last class of the day was a study period. The teacher in charge of the class also happened to be the football coach. He was an aggressive man who had a commanding voice. He ordered us to call him Coach Abner. He had blondish brown hair and a masculine face. Standing at 6 feet and 2 inches and with an impressive muscular build, Coach was someone you didn’t want to mess with. But what really impressed me were his massive size 15 feet.
Coach Abner’s desk was next to mine, which made it hard for me to concentrate. Every day he would take off his shoes and prop up his huge feet on his desk with his soles facing me. I noticed he wore the same pair of socks for days which gave them a crazy stench. The smell of his musky socks always gave me a throbbing boner that I would have to hide. He would slowly curl his toes while he read his sports magazines, which teased the hell out of me. The stink from his feet became my favorite smell and I even started to jack off to the thought of me sniffing them.
One day, Coach Abner told me to stay after class. He asked me if I wanted to be his student assistant during football season. I didn’t have anything after school and I liked being around him and his feet, so I said yes. He then ordered me to meet everyone at the field for a team meeting. I went to the field and stood behind a crowd of jocks waiting for Coach to speak. Coach had changed into shorts that showed off his massive bulge. He started the meeting with information about the season. Afterwards, he told the football players that this practice was to see who would get to be team captain.
The practice started and Coach gave me his first order. He told me to get some gear from his office. Coach threw me his keys and sent me back to the school. I’ve never been to Coach Abner’s office before, so it took me a while to find it. Then I stumbled upon a plaque bearing his name, hung on a door. The thought of setting foot in Coach’s office excited me. This was his private space where he did his paperwork when he wasn’t coaching or supervising. I wondered what kind of things he did in his free time, “Does he watch porn and jerk off? Maybe I’d find some tissues in the trash caked with his cum.”
I unlocked the door and stepped inside. My nose was immediately met by the familiar intoxicating smell of Coach Abner’s musk. “Fuck, it stinks like a man in here”, I thought. I regained my composure and looked around the room. There were bookcases, filing cabinets, diplomas—typical office stuff. I then spotted the crate of gear by the wall next to his desk. As I approached the crate, my attention was drawn to something else.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, but sitting next to the gear was a laundry basket, filled to the brim, with old used gym socks. I recognized several of the pairs of socks piled up on top. They were indeed the same socks that Coach had worn over the past several weeks prior. I could feel my heart rate increasing as I stood there dumbfounded. By knowing how long he wore his socks, I knew they must’ve been collecting there for months. I had just unintentionally come across a treasure trove of Coach Abner’s ripe socks.
I couldn’t help myself, so I grabbed one of the socks off the pile and held it up to my nose. The familiar ripe stink immediately made me moan. Unable to contain my arousal, I felt my cock hardening on its own. For months on end, I was only able to sniff his musk from afar. Then finally, my nose was literally pressed into the very fabric of his socks. Inhaling his funk like how I always fantasized. Overcome with lust, I dropped to my knees and shoved my face into the basket of ripe socks and inhaled his masculinity. I was hypnotized by the smell. I found the pair he wore earlier that day. They were still sweaty and warm. I couldn’t believe my luck. I decided to put it in my pocket so I could jerk off to it later. I was sure he wouldn’t notice them missing from the pile, so I grabbed the gear and made my way back to the field.
I had to do other things during the practice like clean equipment and sort out their uniforms. After the practice, the sweaty jocks headed for the locker room and I followed Coach to his office. Once we made our way up the hall, he asked me for his keys. I reached in my pocket to grab the keys and by accident I pulled out his socks. He looked at his socks in my hand then looked at me confused and angry. Coach was quiet for a second. Then he angrily asked me why I was stealing his socks. I said nothing. He said he would tell my father if I didn’t tell him why. I broke my silence and said I was wanting them for later. He paused for a moment.
“You want these stinky socks I’ve been sweating in all day for later?” He asked.
“I… I wanted them for later because I guess I like the way your feet stink. I’m sorry coach, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
He looked at me curiously.
“Let me get this straight, you think the nasty stink from my feet smell good? Well this is a first,” He stood there thinking for a while. “Hmmm, now I know how I’m going to pick team captain and how I’m going to punish you for stealing. Follow me.”
He led me into the locker room which smelled like a used jock. Coach got everyone’s attention.
“Good practice men, I like what I saw out there. I think all of you could be captain so to decide who gets the position, we will have a competition. Whoever’s socks stink the most by Friday will be captain.”
Coach looked at me for a moment then left the locker room. Immediately, the jocks started to talk about how they were going to make their socks stink.
“I’m not going to shower then, even though mine already reek.”
“I’m going to wear my dad’s work socks, he has the stinkiest feet of anyone I know.”
“I’m going to jizz in mine throughout the week, hope Coach likes the smell of cum.”
The jocks erupted in laughter, amusing themselves with their own crass humor. All that foot talk was so hot that my dick started to harden, so I decided to slip out before anyone noticed.
I left the locker room and rode my bike home. The events that took place in the locker room kept replaying in my mind—hearing all those jocks talk about how they planned to stinky up their socks. Once I arrived home, I went to my room and collapsed onto my bed. I closed my eyes and started to fantasize about how ripe and nasty their socks were gonna be by Friday. All the things they’d do throughout the week to get them as stinky as possible, knowing how competitive they were with one another. I unzipped my pants and started to rub my growing cock. Then I noticed a lump in my pocket. It turned out I still had Coach Abner’s socks. I dug my hand into my pocket and pulled out my prized possession, Coach Abner’s stinky size 15 socks. I brought his socks to my face and took a huge sniff. My cock started to throb as I inhaled Coach’s stink. I took the other sock and stuck my boner inside of it. I began to bate my cock up and down, getting faster and faster. Precum started to ooze through his sweaty sock. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I shot a load in Coach’s sock as I sniffed the other. I passed out with it still on my face.
I woke up the next morning smelling like Coach Abner’s feet. I got ready and headed for school. When I got to study period, Coach Abner was at his desk with his socked feet seducing me. I sat down and avoided eye contact with him, but I could feel him staring at me. He flexed his toes and let out a tired groan. He removed his worn socks and the smell immediately hit my nose. His big meaty soles were pointing in my direction. Every time he curled his toes I felt like he was beckoning me to come over and worship his feet. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. The bell rang and I got up to leave for the practice. Coach then stopped me and yelled for me to come back in.
“Hey, shut the door.”
I did as I was ordered. It was just me and him in the classroom. His bare feet between us propped up on his desk.
“Grab my socks off the floor and put them on my feet.” Coach ordered in an aggressive way.
“Ye-Ye-Yes Sir.” I quietly responded.
I reached down by his desk to pick up his socks. His bare feet just inches from my face. He stretched his foot out and placed his toes over my nose. The stench was intense. He laughed and looked at me with a dominant stare. It seemed like he was enjoying humiliating me. I picked up his sweaty socks and slid them over his size 15 feet. He then put his feet down and slid them into his shoes.
“Come to my office after today’s practice. I need a foot rub while I plan out our games. This will be a part of your punishment.”
I nodded and headed towards the door. Before I could leave coach stopped me again.
“Hey foot slave, don’t leave just yet. Remember yesterday when I announced that we are having a stinky sock competition to see who will be team captain. Well, the other part of your punishment will be to judge the contest. You will get the honor of being the team’s foot boy. You’ll rank the stink of each player’s socks. By the smell of the locker room after their practice, you just might pass out from the musk. Now go to the field and fill up everyone’s waters.”
I nodded and left for the field.
During the practice I couldn’t help but to focus on all the players’ cleats. Seeing them do strenuous drills out on the field made me think about how their feet must already reek. The thought of knowing that on Friday I will be subjugated to each one of the jock’s ripe stink made my cock start to grow.
There was Kent, a wide receiver, who was the biggest asshole you could meet. If he knew I was the judge for the sock competition he would tease me relentlessly. My eyes then moved to Nick, a running back. He was an arrogant jock. Never missed an opportunity to one up you. I overheard him mentioning in the locker room that he’s going to wear a pair of his father’s unwashed socks for the competition. I was curious to know what Nick’s socks will stink like with having two men who have sweat in them. Then there was Matt, the quarterback. One word to describe him, cocky. He had a perfect build, handsome face, and the biggest feet of anyone on the team. The ideal all American jock. For a while, I stood there wondering which player had the stinkiest feet.
After the practice, I headed for Coach’s office. I went in and saw him leaning back in his chair with his feet in his dirty sneakers resting on his desk. He looked back at me and snapped his fingers and pointed to an empty chair. I sat down and was positioned at the foot of Coach’s shoes.
“Take my sneakers off and sniff ‘em boy. Tell me what they stink like.” Coach ordered.
I grabbed one of his shoes and slowly removed it. The warm manly musk hit my nose instantly. I brought his shoe to my face and inhaled deeply. I felt my body becoming weak. The malodor controlled me. I let out a whispered moan.
“Ahhh fuck, it smells like a man. It smells like domination Sir.”
Coach grinned at me then gave me an intense stare.
“That’s right, guys like you naturally know how to worship real men. Most people would hate to be in your position, but you. You become a total slave. Now take off the other shoe and massage ‘em faggot.”
I removed his other shoe and the stink doubled. I peeled back his sweat-soaked socks and started working on his feet. His soles were smooth and meaty. They looked masculine and powerful, the kind of feet you’d find on a real man. I massaged every inch of his soles, working from the heel to the toes. He leaned back and let out a few groans as I continued to service his meaty soles. The harder I massaged the harder he would moan. I imagined him having rough sex while I was at his feet. All I could do was stare at his soles. Gently pulling each toe. Rubbing my hands up and down his huge feet and digging my thumbs into his arches. I continued to do this for a while and yet I never wanted it to end.
Once Coach was satisfied with his foot massage, he ordered me to lay on the floor with my head under his desk. He put one foot on my face with his toes placed directly on my nose, his other foot inches from my growing bulge. I wanted so badly to feel Coach Abner’s massive socked foot grind on my bulge, but he sure wasn’t going to let me have it that easily. It was a punishment after all. With his foot on my nose, he flexed his toes to the rhythm of my sniffs, as if he was regulating the amount of stink I could inhale. The more I sniffed his foot sweat, the more my cock grew. I felt like Coach Abner’s footrest. Laying there, totally under the control of his ripe masculine scent. While he was dominating me with his feet, he continued to work on scheduling games, writing emails, and making calls. Completely ignoring me while I was at the mercy of his stinky size 15’s. I never would’ve thought that I would be in this position a week ago. For months, I’ve been jerking off to the fantasy of worshiping Coach Abner’s feet, and now, here I was, experiencing it all in real life.
An hour went by and I felt like my cock was about to burst.
“Alright boy, punishment’s over for today, but I expect you to come in everyday this week to rub and worship my feet. Do you understand?” Coach commanded.
“Ye-Yes Coach. I understand.” I forcibly stated.
I left the school and walked home. I laid in bed, still in shock about what happened. Thoughts came swirling in my head, “How did I end up being Coach’s foot slave?”, “Does he like humiliating me or is this some sick power trip for him?”, and “Why does his feet turn me into his bitch?”
The next couple days I had the same routine, go to school, help out at football practice, then serve Coach Abner’s feet. It felt like a crazy long wet dream. Then on Thursday I got a text from Matt. It stated, “Come to my place around 8. Me and the varsity boys are hanging out and we want you to come.” I was a bit confused at first because I’ve only had a few interactions with him. So, I assumed he wanted me to get to know the team more considering I’ll be helping out this season. I arrived at his house and knocked on the door. His dad answered and let me in. He told me everyone was up stairs. So, I walked up to the second floor and there was Matt waiting for me.
“Hey man, what’s up. We’re all in my room.”
I followed him down the hall and entered his room. Matt closed the door behind me. I got a little nervous because staring at me, with sadistic grins, were the rest of the varsity football jocks.
“How’s it going guys?” I anxiously asked.
It was quiet for a few seconds.
“Coach told us that you’re gonna judge the competition for team captain.” A boy named Josh said.
“Um, well... yeah, but you see the thing is, uh...” I stammered.
"Well, you must have pissed off Coach real bad for him to make you do this.” Josh continued.
Then Matt walked up to me and said, “Well, I should probably tell you why we invited you here. We’re curious to know where we rank.” Before I could say another word, a few of the guys grabbed me by my arms and legs. They threw me onto Matt’s bed, pinning me down spread eagle. Working as a team, they bound my wrists and ankles with rope. Fixing each limb to the bedposts. One of the guys took a long tube sock he found off the floor and blindfolded me with it. I struggled to break free, but it was impossible with a bunch of football jocks holding me down. I felt my shoes get pulled off and then one of the men started to tickle my foot. I was thrashing my body around and laughing uncontrollably. The guys started to laugh, then a few more jocks joined in on my other foot. They were tickling my soles hard then slowly then hard again. I became so exhausted, I thought I was going to pass out.
“Alright guys, knock it off. Take your shoes off and line up. We will be able to tell whose socks stink the most by his reaction.” Matt explained.
I couldn’t see anything because of the sock wrapped around my eyes, but I could hear laces being untied and shoes hitting the floor. The stink of feet slowly began to fill the room.
“Here, stick this sock in the fucker’s mouth. We wanna make sure he gets good whiffs of our feet. This way he’ll have no choice but to breathe in our jock stink.” One of the jocks said.
I let out a muffled moan as the sock entered my mouth. If they only knew how much pleasure I was getting out of the situation. I then noticed the right side of the bed start to tilt. I could feel a body next to me on the bed. It was Kent. I could recognize him by his commanding voice. The same voice he used when practicing with his teammates.
“You look so damn pathetic tied up and gagged. When I heard that you’d be the one who was gonna judge our stinky socks, I laughed my fuckin’ ass off. Get ready because Coach made us do sets of 40-yard suicides today. Ain’t that right, boys? I don’t think my feet have ever stunk this bad. Let’s see if you can handle it.”
He placed his socked foot on my face and I took in a deep inhale. It smelled like pure sweat and a little sour. I moaned from the stink which came out as a muffled groan through the gag. This only amused Kent even more.
“Come on, deep whiffs. Yeah, you’re my foot bitch now. And while you sniff, I want you to imagine me running for hours in these filthy stinkin’ socks. Up and down the 40-yard line. All that ripe foot sweat building up in my cleats. I bet you can smell all that hard work, can’t ya?”
I could tell he loved every second of torturing me with his ripe jock musk. He would switch feet, take off one sock then force me to sniff between his toes.
“Yeah, make sure you sniff hard between the toes, otherwise I’ll make you start again.”
I wedged my nose between each pair of toes and sniffed. Each whiff drew in bursts of foot stink, making me moan loudly through my gag.
“Kent, hurry it up. We’re going to be here all night. He’s been sniffing your reek ass feet for minutes now. It’s my turn.” Said Nick.
“Did you guys see how much he suffered. Try to beat that fuckers.”
Next was Nick. He’s the jock that wore his dad’s unwashed socks for the week. I could feel him standing on the bed. One foot on each side of me.
“Nod your head when you smell feet.” Ordered Nick.
After a few seconds I got a whiff of one of the stinkiest feet imaginable. I nodded my head. Nick chuckled.
“My foot isn’t even close to your face man. You can already smell ‘em?”
I nodded my head again. Then all of a sudden the foul smell strengthened. I felt his socked foot press against my nose. It was an odor only a father and son could make. I groaned intensely.
“See guys, I told you no one can rival my dad’s stink. When he takes his work boots off he fills the whole damn house with his musk. I took these socks after he finished a double shift, then I worked out in them for 2 hours straight. Wow, I can feel him sniffing through my socks. He’s really getting in there.”
One after another the guys would test my reaction. Each one describing how they ripened their socks.
“Doing yard work is a sure way to sweat.”
“I wore my brother’s old slides all week.”
“Me and some of the boys went paintballin’ today.”
“Hours in my hunting boots really baked the stink in my socks.”
Every jock had a different musk, but it was still the familiar odor of sweaty feet. After they got to test their socks on me they decided to play a game. Each guy removed a sock and held it over my nose and I had to guess whose it belonged to. If I got it wrong, a couple of the men would tickle my soles. Someone pulled the sock out of my mouth and the game begun. I’m not going to lie, but in the beginning I purposely gave wrong answers so that I could sniff their socks again. It was fine for a while, but the tickling started to get too much. I really had to focus on each stench and memorize whose sock I was sniffing.
At one point I sniffed something that stunk, but it wasn’t the usual stink of feet. Then I heard one of the jocks say, “I just made him smell my hand after I scratched my balls and cock. My feet aren’t the only thing I haven’t washed in a while.”. Everyone bursted out into laughter then proceeded to rub their balls and had me compare the musk off their hands. Some of their balls’ stink reeked as much as their feet. I could tell a few of them masturbated earlier that day. One of the guys named Travis even sat on top of me with his bulge in my face. Placing his balls directly on my nose then switching to his socks.
“Which one stinks more fag, my balls or my socks. How about you sniff ‘em both at the same time.”
After sharing a few more laughs from torturing me, most of the guys decided to head home. Kent and Nick remained because they planned on playing some video games with Matt. All three jocks agreed they weren’t done watching me suffer, so they untied me and ordered me to kneel at the foot of Matt’s bed. Kent removed the tube sock wrapped around my eyes and threw it back at my face. They sat up in the bed with their feet just inches away from my face. Because of the sock guessing game we did earlier, all three jocks had one sock on with the other barefoot. Matt smacked my face with his foot and said, “bitch boy, take big long sniffs of our feet while we game. If you stop we’ll beat the shit out of you.” Then he raised his fist at me and pretended like he was going to hit me. I flinched back which made the guys snicker. I put my nose between Matt’s toes and began to worship his odor. I’ll never forget the look on their faces. Pure domination and power.
Matt’s feet was the most rank, but the other guys gave a tough competition. As soon as I inhaled Matt’s masculine scent my cock began to grow. While they gamed, they basically ignored me. Once in a while hitting my face with their feet to make sure I was sniffing and calling me degrading names. They referred to me as bitch boy, foot fag, and sock slave. I could feel their gaming competitiveness in their foot motions. They would curl their toes at the most intense parts of the game then spread their toes when they successfully killed enemies. I rewarded their victories with long sniffs between each toe. At this point, my dick was begging for me to cum. I quietly unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff cock. I started to rub my cock discreetly. Sniffing each foot up and down. Going back and forth between their socked feet and their bare soles. I was truly a slave to their feet. Worshiping the superior scent of ripe jocks and comparing their individual musk.
I was close to cumming so I grabbed one of Matt’s socks from the floor and slid it over my pulsating boner, feeling the well-worn sock slide over my sensitive dick head. They laid their feet on top of one another, so there was a tangled mess of soles vying for my attention. I edged my cock for as long as I could. The pungent smells showed their control over me. At one point, they were battling the final boss so their feet and toes were moving like crazy. I could feel each blow to the enemy from their jerky motions. Digging their soles into my face. Once they defeated the final boss they cheered in victory. The look of total domination on their faces put me over the edge. I bated frantically and jizzed thick loads into Matt’s sock. It was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I quickly wiped off the cum and put my dick back in my pants. I was thankful they didn’t catch me jerking off to their feet. Who knows what they would’ve done to me if they found out. I continued to worship like nothing happened.
About an hour went by and they called it a night. Kent grabbed me by my shirt and said, “If you ever tell anyone about this you’ll be dead meat.”
Kent and Nick left and It was just me and Matt in the room. He stood over me then put his foot over my nose and said, “Remember this stink fag, I expect to be team captain.”. Not wanting to be beaten up, I took the biggest whiff imaginable. My eyes rolled back as Matt's powerful jock stink fucked my nose into submission. Then I nodded my head, put on my shoes, and left.
It was Friday, the day I got to relive the stink of the football team. The last bell rang and Coach Abner ordered me to come to his office after practice. I went to the field and watched the guys do their drills and run through plays. I could remember what each player’s feet stunk like. I became addicted to the smell of jock feet.
The practice ended and I headed for Coach’s office. I opened the door and saw Coach with a laundry bag full of the team’s dirty socks. He grabbed me by my shoulder and walked me to the empty locker room. It smelled like jock musk. We went into the changing area and he locked the door behind us. He pushed me down on one of the benches and said, “Are you ready for your punishment?” Coach took off his athletic shorts to reveal his massive bulge hanging in a jock. I instinctively reached out and felt his manhood. He grabbed the back of my head and buried my face in his bulge. “That’s what a real man smells like. Come on, let’s hear you sniff.” I sniffed every inch of his dick and balls through his jock. I became cock drunk from the musk. I could feel him getting harder. He pulled out his erection and slapped my face with it then said, “Now, worship my cock with your mouth sock thief.”
I looked at his giant cock then wrapped my lips around the head. I looked up to see him in pleasure. I began to suck and worship him. He reached behind me and grabbed a sock from the laundry bag. He crammed it under my nose while I blew him. The feeling of Coach's thick cock in my mouth and the stench of ripe jock feet was overwhelming. Unable to control my urges any longer, I took off my shorts and boxers and started to jerk off my raging hard-on. My face still buried deep in Coach's musky crotch. Coach pulled out socks one by one and held them under my nose. He knew which socks were the stinkiest by the way I eagerly sucked his dick. He would hold the socks longer to my nose the more I moaned on his cock, letting me get a good sniff of the most pungent socks. He pushed me on my knees then sat on the bench in front of me. I continued to suck him while he tested my reaction to the socks. The smells were familiar. I could recognize half of the socks by their stink. He went through Nick’s, Josh’s, Travis’, Kent’s, and then finally Matt’s.
I sucked faster and faster. My cock was about to explode. Then Coach Abner groaned. He shot a giant load in my mouth. I felt his cock pulsate then I was rewarded with his seed. He wiped his cock off on my face then made me sniff his cum-covered cock head. He took off his shoes and socks then put on Matt’s sock. He shoved his socked foot in my face and watched me masturbate. With his other sockless foot, he slid my leaking cock head through his toes. Fucking my slippery dick with his foot. The combination of Coach Abner’s and Matt’s stink was too much. I immediately unloaded all over his toes. He raised that foot to my face and had me lick off my cum like a true foot slave. He looked at me with a grin and said, “looks like we have a team captain.” We put our clothes back on and he gave me the laundry bag of socks to take home.
As I was leaving he said, “Maybe next time, we’ll have a stinkiest jock competition.”
