During that time, I was 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 like Rob used to, sometimes made fun of me to get a laugh out of whomever was around, mostly my girlfriend.

I think keeping Andrew as my tag-along friend made Rob look at me in a new light, like I was somehow. I knew he saw Andrew as a total loser, never really talking to him when he was with us. As time went by, 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 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 in his boxers, patted the top of my head a few times and told me to go back to work. 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.

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 girl. He was talking about me as if I was some sort of obedient wimp to the big jock, how I followed Rob around like a lost puppy. I tried to convince him that Rob was my bud, that I was just giving him a hand in my free time, because that's what bros do. My girlfriend sided with Andrew, revealing that I canceled dates with her because I had to finish Rob's chores. Andrew was now the one looking at me in a new light, a smirk on his face, telling 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 unfortunately, they both 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 he was staring at me like I was some kind of joke, asking  me in jest, "eh...what else, kiss his feet too?", to which I replied, "I don't kiss them, I just rub them". Andrew broke out in laughter before taking his shoe off and telling me to rub his feet, “they way I do for my superior-ah”. I told Andrew to go fuck himself, when suddenly, he leaped up, grabbed me by the hair and rubbed his foot all over my face, laughing as he did it.

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, although I put up a fight. I’m not sure if I couldn’t stop because Andrew was overpowering me, or because I was intoxicated by the odor of his stinky shoe.

Andrew let me go upon realizing my wife, who had just walked in on us, had seen what Andrew had just did to me. Andrew put his shoe back on, apologized to her, and let himself out, thinking he was going to get an earful from my girlfriend. I almost was heartbroken watching Andrew take his shoe away from my face, to place it back on his foot. 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 surprised me by telling me I should 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 I look like a gofer to him - Andrew of all people. 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 was invited to Rob’s house?! That’s a huge step up for a tag-along like Andrew. I told Rob that Andrew would feel awkward being the fifth wheel, but he told me it would just be the four of them - after I cooked, I was free to leave, to "go home and watch wrestling, 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.

I made my way out the door after Rob inspected my cooking, just as Andrew and Laryssa came in, and with them, Sara, who they gave a lift to. Sara greeted Rob with a kiss - she was way into him, and he knew it. I talked to my girlfriend while tying my shoe, when suddenly, Andrew put his shoe on mine and said to me, “eh…unlace me while you’re down there-ah…”. The room was silent, everyone was looking down at me, and I was looking 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. He just told me, “eh…the other shoe’s not gonna unlace itself…hurry up, I gotta take a piss-ah”. My girlfriend’s legs quivered when he said that. She 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, back on the bottom and holes all over it, and shoved it in my mouth, grabbed me by the hair and tossed me out like I was yesterday’s garbage. Before I could turn around, 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 out.

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 completely. I felt a little betrayed, but I 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 it out, the rank sweat hit me in the face. I immediately thought of him, and the view I had looking up at him. I got harder thinking about the look he gave me, looking down at me, while I unlaced his shoe. I my cock started throbbing visualizing the look Rob gave me while pissing over my head, while I was scrubbing his toilet.

I wondered what all four of them were doing without me, hoping Rob wouldn’t tell them half the things I was doing for him as his gofer. My heart skipped a beat when I thought of serving Andrew the same way I did Rob, and with that thought, I caught a 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, blackened white sweat sock. I had only looked at it briefly, and remembered vividly what th indentation of his toes within his smelly sock looked like. I thought about the second his foot touched my face, when his big toe fell underneath my nostrils, and when the base of his feet smashed my lips, despite being covered up by decaying cotton.

Just then, Laryssa walked in, her jaw dropped looking at the sight in front of her - Andrew’s dirty sock beside me, a half-eaten TV dinner in front of me, and a mess of my own all over my t-shirt. 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, and I frantically looked for it all over the place. I could smell it nearby, and following the scent, I realized Laryssa had taken it with her into the bedroom. The door was closed and the lights were off, but I could hear her moaning and breathing sensually. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard her exhale saying Andrew’s name, followed by dead silence. I gave her a moment, and when I crawled into bed with her, she was fast asleep, her big thick rubber dildo between her legs, and Andrew’s dirty sock resting on pillow.

My girlfriend was already at work by the time I woke up. I went to my laptop, and with my homepage set to Facebook, the first image I saw on the news feed was the picture Laryssa took of me the previous night, with Rob and Andrew both tagged in the picture.

I called Laryssa, but she didn’t pick up. I then called Rob, and asked him why he had Andrew, of all people, over the previous night, instead of me. Rob apologized, and told me he simply wanted to get to know Andrew better. 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, there wasn't enough room or time for me. He told me to pick up his laundry on the way home from work and take care of it tonight while he and Andrew “were out with the girls”. Hearing him say that made me hard again.

Rob told me that, when he would come by at the end of the night to pick up his laundry, that he would allow me to take the sweatsocks he was wearing right off his feet.

“I’ll be wearing them all day, just for you, buddy.” He said, mocking me. “Why should Andrew have all the fun. You’re in for a treat.”

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 again.