Henry was nervous.

He hadn’t seen his older brother Jake in ages. They hadn’t communicated much since he left on his tour of duty. He never visited home, and as the conflict in the Middle East escalated, that possibility became more and more unlikely. They last spoke when Jake was eighteen and Henry was fifteen.

Six years later, they were to reunite at the local airport, a modest building tucked away in the fields of Illinois. Henry didn’t know what to expect. The last real conversation they had was when Henry came out. It didn’t go over too well. Insults were thrown, things got physical. They didn’t have time to reconcile before Jake was shipped off to war.

But what really made him anxious was the fact that they were about to be roommates. Even though he hadn’t been in Henry’s life for years, Jake was still intimidating. The thought of him scared Henry, but the sight of him - looking around in the crowd at the arrivals section - sent a shiver down his spine.

Henry was about to raise his hand when Jake spotted him in the crowd. A huge grin spread across his face.

“Henry!” he shouted, unbothered by the crowd of quietly chatting travelers.

He ran up to Henry, clad in his army uniform, and the two embraced. Jake seemed genuinely happy to see his brother again, and some of Henry’s tension melted away.

“Hey, Jake,” said Henry, a small smile forming on his face.

The hug continued, and Henry noticed something while locked in that extremely tight embrace: a smell.

A slight, but very distinctive smell.

It’s not B.O., thought Henry, maybe it’s-

“Fuck, my feet hurt!”

Jake stomped his boot on the floor as he said that. Henry glanced at Jake’s beat-up army boots. He’d seen many like it in the porn he watched. They weren’t just worn - men licked them, others sniffed the insides, and a few even came on them. Some wore them to step on lesser men, to torture them, to pleasure them.

He swallowed.

“Are you hard, bro?” Jake asked, a little too loud.

Henry looked down and saw that he had a little bulge in his pants.

Idiot!

“No, it’s just…” He struggled to come up with an adequate lie. “These are… they’re weird pants.”

Jake nodded, feigning intense seriousness.

“Weird pants, huh? I see.”

“Let’s get out of here, I’m sure you wanna rest.”

Jake nodded, stretching as he yawned. His muscles bulged underneath the full cover of his uniform.

“Take my bag,” said Jake.

Henry grabbed the heavy duffel bag that hung off Jake’s shoulder. They begin to walk.

“You don’t say please anymore?”

“I do,” replied Jake, “but only if I have to.”

Henry realised that he had obeyed his brother the second he ordered him to do something.

Huh. That’s new.

***

“So I haven’t gotten the bed yet,” said Henry, showing Jake around his place. “It’ll be in soon. But this will be your room.”

The room was small, meant to be used for storage or a tiny office. Jake looked around, barely hiding the contempt on his face.

“Could be worse,” he remarked. Henry said nothing, and they continued to the next room.

The master bedroom was palatial in comparison.

“This is my room,” he shrugged. “Please don’t go in it.”

Jake took that as an invitation. He walked past his younger brother into the room. Henry sighed and followed him.

“It’s just a bedroom, nothing special.”

Jake stood by the window, looking at the city below. Lights were turning on as the sun made its way out of view, setting the sky alight.

“View’s pretty special,” he said, putting two hands on the glass, arms outstretched, slowly thrusting. “Could really see myself slammin’ some bitch here, making the whole town watch, ya know?”

Henry said nothing. He was tired, he just wanted his brother to get out so he could sleep.

“Oh shit, I forgot. You’re still…”

“Gay?”

“Yeah, you still gay?”

Henry rolled his eyes.

“What do you think?”

Jake paced around the room. Then he spotted a laptop on the dresser. Henry went from annoyed to anxious and finally into a state of pure panic.

“Jake, stop!”

His brother took this to mean that he should definitely open the laptop. He lifted the lid and a video started auto-playing from its paused position. A man sat on the floor, furiously masturbating as another man dangled his feet overhead.

Jake watched in disgust but started laughing immediately before shutting the laptop.

“Shit, bro,” he exclaimed, filled with new energy. “You queers really are sick!”

He punched his brother on the shoulder playfully. Henry wasn’t amused. Jake noticed this and brought it down a notch.

“Dude, I don’t care what you’re into,” he said softly, “I’m over that shit that went down before I left… I’ll get over this too.”

He chuckled. It was a sweet sound, gentle and reassuring.

“For real?” asked Henry. He didn’t expect Jake to be the one who brought up their ugly past.

“For real.”

Henry hesitated but gave in to kindness, and the two embraced.

The Sniff Test

That was weird.

Henry thought his brother would mock him for his fetish, but Jake just stayed silent. Maybe he’ll bring it up later. Hopefully, he’ll just try to forget that his brother jerks off to videos of guys getting their feet licked.

The brothers spent the evening unpacking in near silence, only ever exchanging awkward glances and the occasional “pass me that”.

When they were done, Jake reclined on the couch, watching the wrestling. He could barely keep his eyes open.

Henry went over to him, shaking his shoulder gently.

“You should sleep,” he says softly. “It’s been… quite a day.”

“I don’t have a bed yet,” says Jake, chuckling.

Henry looks his brother up and down. His years in the military have made a giant out of him. He was always tall, of course, but his shoulders had gotten broad, his arms were muscled and tan, his chest bulged through his T-shirt and his legs were like tree trunks. And his feet, they…

Henry gulped.

“You can use mine, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Jake smiles, his tired eyes lighting up.

“Thanks, bro.”

With that, he gets up and heads to the hallway. Henry can’t help but steal a look at Jake’s socks. They were probably white once, but years of use have stained them a dark grey. There’s a hole in one of them, exposing one of Jake’s big toes.

Fuck, his feet are huge.

Henry tried to quell the images of Jake’s feet as they formed in his head, but it was hard. His brother’s foot odour lingered in the air, which didn’t help.

He tried his best to sleep, wrestling with the strange new feelings that swirled around in his mind. He had never thought of Jake as hot, never once wanted to do anything remotely sexual with him, but now… he didn’t really know.

He’s your brother for God’s sake!

Henry turned over on the uncomfortable couch, ignoring the growing bulge in his underwear. His cock twitched as he thought about Jake’s worn-out socks. He gave in and allowed his mind to wander. His brother had been stationed in the Middle East for half a decade. Those socks must’ve been soaked all the time, steaming inside Jake’s boots week after week in the blistering desert heat.

Here we go.

Henry’s dick was growing harder. He thought about the smell, sniffing the air for what remained of Jake’s sock scent. He imagined his brother’s socked feet dangling over the edge of a bunk bed, stinking up the place, forcing his army pals to breathe in his manly stench. Maybe they’d like the smell too.

Fully erect by now, Henry resisted touching himself. As much as he indulged in these strange thoughts, he wasn’t ready to admit that thinking about his brother got him harder than porn ever did.

***

“Henry!”

Henry felt the blanket fly off and awoke to see Jake standing in front of him, blanket in hand. His brother was fully dressed - grey Army T-shirt, black shorts, worn-out black slides and, curiously, the socks from the night before. Henry smelled them before he even saw them.

“Get up!” he chuckled, punching Henry in the shoulder.

Henry swung his legs off the couch, trying to avoid the sight of Jake’s socks. The enticing flavour floated towards him, and he slouched awkwardly to hide the boner that was forming.

“It’s so early,” sighed Henry, rubbing his eyes.

“We’ve got a ton to do. I need some new shoes, all my shit is either trashed or covered in blood.”

Henry’s eyes opened wide. Jake looks dead serious but struggles to keep his composure for long. He bursts out laughing.

“I’m kidding,” he shouts, “You should see your face, bro!”

Henry’s burgeoning erection went limp. This is the brother he remembered, the dumb jock who loved fucking with everyone. He smiled.

***

The shoe store is cavernous, a tall maze of shelves and racks. Sneakers, boots and slides abound, but it seems like Henry and Jake are the only people in there.

Jake grabs a few boxes from the shelves, mostly Nike sneakers and a few running shoes.

“Find me a white pair of slides, would you,” commanded Jake. He wielded a gentle sort of power. You wouldn’t even notice you’d been ordered around until you found yourself doing his bidding without question.

Henry nodded and walked to the slides section, but needed one detail.

“Hey Jake,” he called from the other side of the aisle. “What size?”

“Thirteen, dude!” he shouted, unconsciously wiggling his toes.

Oh no.

Jake had a weakness for big feet, and now he knew that his brother fit nicely into the “huge” category of foot sizes. He composed himself, found a nice pair of sporty slides and returned to Jake.

“Thanks, you know I can’t stand flip-flops,” remarked Jake as the brothers searched for a place to try on the merchandise. “If I wanted a tongue between my toes, I’d just get a chick to do it.”

Henry snorted, but his mind quickly drifted. He wondered if his brother had ever gotten his toes licked. Would he have enjoyed it? And who was the one doing the licking?

A hard slap to the ass yanks him back to reality.

“Fucking hell, Jake!”

Red-faced, he looked around to see if anyone saw.

“Relax, nobody’s here,” Jake said, enjoying his brother’s embarrassment.

The brothers seated themselves at a fitting station. Henry immediately got on his phone.

That way I won’t have to see his feet.

As if he could hear Henry’s thoughts, Jake said: “Hey bro, gimme a hand.”

Henry swallowed. His skin felt hot, his heart rate increased.

Jake tossed a pair of sneakers out of their box onto the ground, moving them together with his feet. He tries to bend down but stops, sitting back up with a pained expression on his face.

“Threw my back out before I got home,” he said. “Do me a favour and help me put these on.”

Henry nods absentmindedly. His gaze shifts from his brother’s face to his trashed slides, his dirty socks.

“You just gonna stare?” says Jake. “Or are you gonna get down there?”

Jake smiled, but his voice was tinged with a seriousness Henry had never experienced before.

“Sure,” said Henry, getting down onto the floor as Jake kicked off his slides. He glanced around again.

“We’re alone, dude. Chill.”

Henry positioned himself on his knees, looking down at his brother’s socked feet. The sock’s powerful whiff hit him like a punch.

“Jesus, dude!”

“What?”

“Your socks fucking stink!”

“They do?” Jake looks puzzled. “I usually just wear ‘em until they fail my sniff test.”

“Sniff test?”

“I only wash my socks when they start to smell, I guess your nose must be extra sensitive.”

He gently pushed Henry in the face. Up close, the smell was so powerful, so pungent, that Henry couldn’t do anything except breathe it in. He took a deep sniff. The sock held a concentrated smell. His big brother’s feet occupied those socks for weeks on end, his sweat and foot odour became a part of the sock that could never be washed away. Not that he even washed them.

“You okay, bro?” Jake asked, back to his jovial self.

Henry nodded, glad that his hoodie covered his rapidly hardening cock. Jake saw the nervousness on his brother’s face.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been able to do the sniff test on these for a while,”

He smiled kindly, slowly raising his foot.

“So you’re gonna do it for me.”

“What?” protested Henry, fighting his own urges. “No way, man!”

Jake’s smile faded. He sat up straight, setting his foot down.

“Listen here, Henry, and listen close,” he said, his voice was quiet but somehow filled the space. “You’ve been subordinatin’ me since I arrived here, and there’s only so much of that I can tolerate. So you’re gonna start following my orders like a good little soldier, or I’m telling mom and dad about that freaky shit I found on your computer.”

Henry’s heart pounded. He was pissed at his brother, truly upset.

But why am I so hard?

Jake taps Henry’s knee with his foot.

“You understand me, boy?”

Henry nods, reluctantly. He looks around once again.

“Eyes front, soldier!”

Henry turned back to his brother, who looked at him, expecting some response.

“Okay.”

“From now on, you say yes sir when you speak to me, okay?”

Henry nodded. Jake cleared his throat.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” Jake’s friendliness seemed to return. “Now, let’s see what these Nike’s look like on my feet.”

“What about the sniff test?” asked Henry. He was surprised those words even left his mouth. He wondered if he was too far gone.

“You’re forgetting the magic words,”

Henry sighed. His day was becoming more humiliating by the second.

“What about the sniff test… sir?”

Jake smiled, satisfied. He raised his right foot, bringing it to the level of Henry’s face. Henry stared the socked sole down, anticipation and fear coursing through his veins.

“Now, to get an accurate read of how stinky it is, you really need to get in there. When I do it, I usually take my socks off, press ‘em hard against my nose, really try and take a long, deep fuckin’ sniff, ya know.”

He must know what he’s doing to me. Even his words are driving me wild.

“But since you’re already on the ground, I’ll do all the pressin’,” said Jake, with a strange, comforting formality. “And you just worry about getting a good, long whiff, okay bro?”

Henry’s mouth went agape. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He didn’t know if he was enjoying himself or not. But the words came easily this time, naturally, like a puzzle piece.

“Yes, sir.”

He braced himself, watching as Henry’s size thirteen foot approached his face. The reeking foot odour got stronger and stronger until it was all he could smell. And then it touched his face. The fabric was rough, worn down to the threads and he felt his brother’s foot through a small hole near the big toe.

He took his first sniff.

Oh no, this is it.

He felt his mind go to a place he didn’t want to go, a place he couldn’t come back from. He saw Jake pounding women, flexing his muscles as they moaned. A barracks full of soldiers, lining up to service their superior. Jake’s comrades offered themselves to him. Henry saw himself there too, uniformed and waiting for his serving of his brother’s Alpha cock…

“Really get your face in there, soldier!”

Henry jumped out of his fantasy and instantly obeyed, pushing his face harder into Jake’s sock as his brother pushed back. He breathed in again, deeper this time. He felt himself slipping further into depravity, pitching a huge tent in his sweatpants.

Jake noticed his brother’s erection and softly chuckled, shaking his head. He quietly moved his other foot to Henry’s crotch and, without warning, prodded Henry’s hard cock.

“Fuck!” cried Henry, against his better judgment. Precum dripped out as soon as those toes touched him. He continued breathing in the stink, his mind flooded with frighteningly arousing thoughts about his domineering brother.

And suddenly, Jake pulled back his feet. Henry stayed on his knees, eyes closed, panting like a dog.

“Good form, soldier,” said Jake, slipping his feet back into his beat-up slides.

Henry opened his eyes and looked up at his brother. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done. He was ashamed, embarrassed. And yet a part of him was simply angry that he didn’t get to go further. That he didn’t get to cum.

“What do you think?” continued Jake, standing up. “Do they pass the test?”

Henry stayed on the ground. He didn’t want his brother to see that he was still erect, and would be for as long as those stinky socks were in his presence. Henry nodded.

“What’s that?” prodded Jake.

“Yes,” said Henry.

Jake jumped over the bench and pushed Henry flat on the floor. He moved his foot over Henry’s face and pressed down on it.

“Yes, who?”

I’m done for.

“Yes, sir”

Jake hesitated, then raised his foot up. The slide left an imprint on the side of Henry’s reddened face. Jake helped his brother up.

“Good boy.”

Feet and Inches

In a matter of weeks, Jake ruled over the apartment, running a tight ship. He took over Henry’s bedroom, forcing his brother to use the tiny guest room. Henry cooked for Jake, cleaned for Jake. Every morning and night, his brother taught him obedience and discipline, including waking up and going to bed at the times Jake determined.

Henry was nearly the perfect pawn, a subservient boy who learned quickly and didn’t talk back - hundreds of disciplinary push-ups had drilled that into him. And yet, despite his new hold over Henry, Jake had never demanded worship or anything involving his feet since the incident in the shoe store.

Some nights, Henry would hide in the bathroom - the only private place left in the house - and jerk off to Jake’s stinky socks, but they just didn’t do it for him and he could never climax.

He needed the real thing, and he needed it now.

***

Friday came and went, and Henry had just finished his nightly chores. He showered, then went to his room and put on his standard-issue sleepwear, a white T-shirt and a pair of green silkies. He walked into the living room, where a shirtless Jake was making out with a woman he’d met online.

Henry stared as his brother fondled the woman. Jake’s stiff cock poked out of the waistband of his green shorts, twitching with arousal.

Fuck, thought Henry, it’s touching his belly button.

Jake and the woman were getting heavier. She felt all over his muscled arms while he gripped her tight.

They didn’t notice Henry, whose hand travelled down to his crotch. Jake forbade Henry from masturbating, but something inside him overrode that instruction. He felt his dick harden through his silkies, and he rubbed the smooth fabric.

He tiptoed to the hallway to hide, spotting Jake’s sneakers. He reached over to grab one, trying to be as quiet as possible. He held up the stained and tattered Air Force One to his face, letting the initial whiff hit him. His nostrils twitched as he breathed in the savoury smell of his brother’s sneaker. He held it closer to his face, stroking his cock through his shorts.

He closed his eyes, and the memories of the shoe store entered his mind freely. He remembered being made his brother’s bitch in the space of a few minutes. He remembered the humiliation, the shame. Most of all, he remembered the damp warmth of Jake’s socked foot on his face, the hole in the fabric revealing his sweaty skin. He remembered Jake’s—

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing, boy?”

Henry was ripped out of his fantasy. He dropped the sneaker, watching as his brother stood up from the couch. Both brothers were still erect, and Henry could see the glint of precum on Jake’s cock head, which still poked out from his silkies.

The woman got dressed in a hurry.

“Fucking creep!” she shouted, before leaving and slamming the door.

Jake stood an arm’s length from Henry. He just stared him down, then shook his head. His well-built body was slick with a thin layer of sweat, and a distinctive but pleasant scent made its way from Jake’s hairy pits to Henry’s nostrils. Henry’s cock twitched.

“I really thought I got somewhere with you, boy,” said Jake. He sounded genuinely disappointed.

“I’m sorry, sir,” pleaded Henry, “I’ll do better, sir.”

“I’m gonna have to be a lot harsher on you.”

Jake gave Henry one last glance and walked over to the couch.

“Come,” he breathed, looking down at the carpeted floor.

Henry obeyed, and joined his brother in the middle of the living room.

“Drop,” says Jake, “You’re gonna go until your arms give in, and then you’re gonna go on after that.”

“Yes, sir,” says Henry, dropping to the floor.

“And don’t fuckin’ stop until I tell you, faggot!”

Faggot. That was the first time Jake had called him that. It triggered a part of him that was always submissive, always awaiting orders, even before any of Jake’s training.

He got into position and started doing his push-ups, the tip of his still hard cock touching the carpet with every downward movement. He was ten pushups in when he felt a force on his back. Jake had put his big, naked foot on Henry’s back.

Jake moved his other foot right beneath Henry’s face. He pushed Henry down, and Henry’s nose was pressed right up against his brother’s toes.

Thank you, sir.

Henry smiled and continued doing his pushups, using all his strength to work against the pressure of Jake’s foot. But the smell of those toes was worth every scrap of his energy.

“That’s it,” said Jake, moving his foot so he could take off his shorts and underwear. He tossed them aside and placed his foot on Henry’s head, gripping his hair with his toes, pulling it as he pushed his brother up and down.

The sudden pain caused Henry to moan.

“I like my faggots quiet,” warned Jake, but the effect of the moan was all too visible. Jake’s thick uncut cock jolted, rising to its full six inches. He needed more from his little brother, and part of him knew that Henry was more than willing to give him anything he wanted.

***

Jake reclined on the couch, legs spread, his massive rod standing tall. The tip dripped with pre-cum like a leaky faucet. Jake touched it, swirling his fingers around in his own natural lube.

Henry was still on the ground, awaiting orders.

“Attention, faggot!” barked Jake. He watched his brother stand up with a snide look of contempt. Lust oozed out of every orifice. The air was thick with testosterone, male musk and the strong scent that emanated from Jake’s size thirteens.

Henry stood at attention but avoided his brother’s gaze. His cock was at full mast, his brain a scramble of depraved thoughts and anticipation for the moments to come. He thought about the mantra that Jake taught him for the past two months. He said it like a prayer every morning and night.

I live to serve. I am nothing but a tool for the strong. This is my purpose, I revel in it. I love to serve.

He smiled, knowing he would soon fulfil his purpose.

“Henry,” said Jake.

Henry looked at him.

“Serve.”

“Yes, my Alpha.”

Henry was thrust completely into the moment. Past and future didn’t matter. He had a very important task ahead. His brother demanded service.

And I was made to serve.

He dropped to his knees, ready for worship. He had waited a long time for this. Jake stretched out his left foot. Henry saw the sole, how smooth it was. He reached out and rubbed it, marvelling at its beauty. It was bigger than his face, beautifully formed with a strong arch and slightly squared-off toes. It was an Alpha’s foot, singularly more powerful than Jake could ever hope to be.

“Go ahead, boy,” whispered Jake. His six-incher looked painfully hard at this point.

Henry held his brother’s foot delicately, like a work of art, as he went in for his first-ever taste. He kissed it, then opened his mouth to take in the flavour that had built up on Jake’s unwashed sole.

It was transcendent. Jake’s foot was salty with a bitter aftertaste, ripe with his brother’s signature musk. He moaned as his brain tried to process it all, then went in for another lick, and another, and another.

“Fuck, boy,” said Jake, “maybe my training paid off after all.”

Jake slowly stroked his cock, careful not to go too far. He spotted his sock on the floor and picked it up with his free foot.

“Here. You’re gonna fill this up nice and good for me, boy.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Henry, automatically. He continued slobbering all over Jake’s foot, hands-free, taking deep sniffs of the sock in-between licks. His dick got harder with each sniff, and he finally put the sock on his hard cock like a stinky condom.

“Good boy.”

Jake raised his other foot, and his brother immediately buried his face between them. Jake let out a loud groan, spitting in his hand and lubing his cock with it.

Henry felt a warmth inside, he was fulfilling his purpose, pleasing his Alpha. He licked Jake’s feet, savouring every inch as he covered them in saliva. He tongued the middle of each sole, then gently nibbled at the sides of the feet, which sent Jake into a frenzy.

Jake moaned. Beads of sweat formed on his face as currents of pleasure flowed throughout his body. Every touch of his brother’s tongue on his huge feet brought him closer and closer to ecstasy. Thoughts formed in his head with other activities he could be using his perfectly trained brother for. But he waved those away - his brother was not yet ready to be an Alpha’s hole.

“Put one hand on your piece, boy,” Jake said, panting as he furiously jerked off, “and put the other behind your back, you’re gonna say the mantra for me.”

Henry was happy to obey. Jake rubbed his feet over his brother’s face, making sure that his tongue reached every nook and cranny and between each toe.

“I live to serve,” began Henry, cut off every few syllables by Jake’s feet, “I am nothing but -mmphh - a tool for the stro-”

He was interrupted as Jake mercilessly facefucked him with his toes. Henry jerked his cock, lubed by copious amounts of precum.

He was elated, he was giving his Alpha exactly what he wanted.

I’m giving my big bro everything he needs. And he’s giving me something I never knew I wanted.

He was content, and soon they would both ascend to a state of pure pleasure, the kind only experienced by the Alphas and faggots that know their place and accepted it.

He continued, “This is my - ack - purpose, I revel in it.”

Jake was ready to bust. He jerked his cock faster and faster.

“Finish it, boy!”

He used his feet to hold his brother’s head in place as he jerked. Henry sniffed and licked what he could, but he was locked in place. It was time.

“I love to serve!”

With that, Henry unloaded into the sock, shooting what seemed like an endless stream of cum. The sock was soon heavy enough to slide off his dick and fall to the floor. Still, jets of cum spurted from his throbbing dick. He was in heaven, Jake’s feet holding him up were the only things stopping him from collapsing out of sheer pleasure.

Cum for me, Jake. Show me your Alpha seed.

Jake let him go, but Henry stayed up, holding onto the ground, watching his brother jerk to completion.

“You’re such a good boy,” shouted Jake, “you deserve this!”

And he erupted, shooting ropes and ropes of hot cum onto Henry’s sweat-slicked body. He stood up, letting out a deep, primal scream. Crazed and smiling, he grabbed Henry’s hair and aimed his cumshots right at his brother’s face.

Henry’s face was covered in Jake’s warm, thick cum. It felt like the ultimate blessing, the perfect gift between siblings, between master and servant.

This is better than I could’ve ever imagined. Thank you, Jake, thank you Alpha.

When Jake finished, he gently pushed his brother to the ground with his foot. He used his foot to move the sweet white stuff on Henry’s face into the faggot’s hungry mouth. Henry obeyed without question. He was happy tasting his brother’s seed, the seed of a real man, a hero.

Then Jake stood over Henry, the last drops of semen dripping slowly from his soaked shaft.

“You woulda made a great soldier, Henry,” he said, beaming with genuine admiration, “but you’re somethin’ more now - you’re a faggot, you’re an Alpha’s boy. You will learn to love that.”

Henry nodded, still reeling from the explosive orgasm.

No, Jake. I already love it.

He smiled.

THE END