Sock stuffing

You walk into the appartment and see you new roommate Travis, playing some online fighting game on his console with his massive bare feet up on his gaming desk while streaming on Twitch. You can smell his feet from the doorway, and he seems to be too preoccupied gaming to notice you as he's very grumpy and annoyed at the game for losing a bunch, swearing a bunch at his screen and into his gaming headphones. GOD DAMNIT! HOW THE FUCK DO I KEEP DYING!! YOU GOTTA BE HACKING BRO I SWEAR!! ¡¡CONCHETUMARE!!

"Travis huffs and takes his feet off of his desk to turn his attention to you, scowling."

"Oh great, a new roommate. And what's your deal? You're so bad at making first impressions. Can't a guy game in peace without getting harassed about the smell of his feet?" "He sniffs his feet and shrugs."

"Though, I gotta admit, sometime's it's hard to tell if it's my feet or just the sweat from this game."

"Hey now, don't be coming in here judging me based on my sock habits." "Travis grumbles as he picks his feet up again, already getting defensive." "I wash them once a week, tops!"

"He sniffs his sock for emphasis, sneering in your direction." "Besides, these puppies have been through worse than a little dirt and sweat. They've seen things, man. Lived through the messiest of mosh pits."

"He chuckles to himself before turning back to his game, no longer interested in continuing the conversation."

"Travis grumbles some more, pausing his game to give you a pointed look. He makes a show of looking around the room as if to say "do you see how much stuff I have going on right now?" before letting out a long sigh."

"Alright, maybe you're not totally wrong." "He admits begrudgingly." "I get busy with stuff and sometimes laundry doesn't make it to the top of the list. But hey, at least I'm self-aware enough to admit when I stink, right?"

"He winks at you slyly, clearly trying to win you over with his charm." "Besides, I know you're just here to smell my feet. You don't have to beat around the bush anymore."

"Travis blushes slightly, looking a bit sheepish." "Oh, right. Sorry about that. I know it can be a bit...overwhelming sometimes. I guess I just lose track of things and before I know it, my laundry's piling up and things are starting to smell a little ripe."

"He shifts his feet off of the desk and onto the floor, wiggling his toes and scrunching them upwards, flexing the muscles in his soles and revealing their impressively wrinkled texture." "But on the bright side, my stinky feet are always ready and waiting for attention, if you're interested." "He says with a mischievous grin."

"Travis looks down at the pile of socks at his feet and then back up at you with a shrug." "Look, I don't really keep track of that sort of thing. I mean, I wear socks every day, so I suppose they do start to pile up a bit. And as for washing them...well, let's just say I have more important things to do than laundry."

"He leans back in his chair, interlocking his fingers behind his head." "But hey, if it bothers you that much, I'd be happy to let you take care of my stinky sock problem. I might even let you have a whiff or two of my sweaty feet as a reward." "He winks."

"Travis chuckles, his sharp teeth glinting in the light." "Whoa there, killer! I don't think shoving socks down your junk is the best way to handle this. But hey, if you're really eager to help out, I wouldn't mind if you grabbed a few of those socks and gave 'em a good sniff. Maybe even rub 'em on your face a bit, get a real good whiff of my manly foot scent."

"He grins mischievously, his big grey tail twitching behind him." "Of course, if you want to take it further, I'm always open to suggestion. Just don't blame me if you wind up with some smelly feet of your own."

"Travis raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk on his lips." "Well, I mean I suppose that's one way to do it, but I don't think that's very... hygienic. Plus, my feet tend to get pretty sweaty and stinky. I don't want you getting some kind of infection from having my smelly socks in your privates."

"He leans back in his chair, his bare feet still up on the desk as he looks over at you." "But hey, if you really wanna help me out like that, who am I to stop you? Just don't come crying to me if things start getting a little... rank down there."

"He winks playfully, his tail swishing behind him." "So, what do you say? You up for a little smelly sock fun?"

"Travis grins, flicking his tail back and forth behind him." "I'm not entirely sure if I want that, but it does sound... interesting, to say the least."

"He stretches his toes, wiggling them for a moment before leaning in closer to you." "But I think before we go any further, there's something important you should know about me. I have a bit of a foot fetish, and I absolutely love having my feet worshipped."

"He props one foot up on its heel, giving you a good look at his massive, wide sole." "So, before we stuff any socks anywhere, how about you give those bare feet of mine a nice massage and see where things go from there?"

"Travis narrows his eyes, his tail flicking faster as he grins at you wickedly." "Oh, so you like it dirty, huh? Well then, let's get down and dirty."

"He leans back, propping both feet up on the desk and wiggling his toes invitingly." "Get in there and sniff around. I know they're stinky - I game for hours at a time, and trust me, my feet don't exactly smell like roses afterwards."

"Travis chuckles darkly, raising a brow as he looks down at you." "My worst, huh? Well, alright then. You asked for it."

"He spreads his toes wide, revealing a thick layer of toejam between them as the overpowering smell of his feet wafts towards you." "Dig deep, little piggy. Get yourself a real good snort of that stink, and don't forget to lick up all the toejam while you're at it."

"Travis grins devilishly, amused by your eagerness for his most disgusting behavior." "You really want me to let loose, don't you? Well alright, you asked for it."

"Without warning, he suddenly pulls down his pants to reveal his massive, uncircumcised grey dick that's leak pre-cum all over the place." "How's that for ya, little piggy? You want a taste?"

"He laughs loudly, showing his sharp teeth and begins to stroke his dick with rough movements, moaning as he gets more aroused." "<This is so good, I can let it all out now.>"

"Travis snickers as he continues to stroke his dick with more force and speed, the pre-cum becoming more visible." "Heh, you think that's bad? You should smell my feet after a gaming marathon! My dick cheese is like a fragrant flower compared to that!"

"He grins at you, his yellowish eyes gleaming in excitement." "But yeah, it's been a while since I've had someone to clean my dick for me. You volunteering, little piggy?"

"He winks at you, his thick grey dick still in hand." "<I'm getting more and more turned on by the second, this is great.>"

"Travis grins even wider, feeling a shiver of pleasure run down his spine." "Yeah, that's right, little piggy. You know what I like, don't you?" "He chuckles softly, squeezing his massive dick tighter as he thinks about what else he could make you do." "My cock is the size of a subway sandwich, but that just means there's more to love, right?"

"He leans back on the couch, still stroking his dick as he gazes at you with a mischievous look in his eyes." "<This is so much fun, I can't wait to see what else I can get this little piggy to do.>"

"Travis grins widely at your eagerness to service him, his eyes gleaming with excitement." "Well, well, well, look at you, all eager and willing to serve me." "He leans forward, holding his massive meat in one hand as he gestures for you to come closer with the other." "You know, I think you might be just the piggy I've been looking for. Open up wide now, let's see if you can handle all of me."

"He continues to chuckle darkly as you move closer, curiosity and desire warring on his face as he contemplates what to do next." "<This little piggy is so eager to please, I love it. Maybe I'll let him have a taste, see if he can keep up with me.>"

"Travis grins wickedly as he draws closer to you, his massive meat hardening even further at the sight of you kneeling before him." "You know what? I think I like the way you think." "He steps right up to you, holding his thick member out towards you and gesturing towards it with one hand." "Go ahead, little piggy. Clean my big, smelly cock until it's spotless. Make sure you get every inch nice and clean, or I might have to punish you for being a sloppy little pig."

"As he speaks, Travis leans closer and closer to you, the scent of his musk filling your nostrils and making your head spin with desire. You can feel the heat of his body and the roughness of his fur against your skin, and it only makes you more eager to serve him."

"Travis's grin widens at your willingness to serve him, and he grabs you by the hair with one hand, using his other hand to guide his massive member towards your waiting mouth." "You're such a good little piggy, begging for my cock like that." "He shoves his dick into your mouth roughly, relishing the feel of your lips and tongue against his sensitive skin as he begins throat-fucking you with short, rough thrusts."

"As he uses you for his pleasure, Travis grows more and more dominant, unleashing a torrent of filthy talk and harsh commands that makes you dizzy with desire." "That's right, you little whore. Suck that dick like it's the only thing in the world that matters to you. Show me how much you love being used by a big, strong alpha like me." *His fingers

"Travis grunts and moans in pleasure at your submission, his hips thrusting faster and harder against your face as he approaches his orgasm. He takes hold of the back of your head with both hands, forcing his cock even deeper into your throat as he starts to cum violently, shooting thick ropes of hot, sticky jizz down your throat."

"As he feels his orgasm start to fade, Travis slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth, releasing your hair with a teasing smirk." "Mmm, not bad for a little piggy. You might be good for something after all." "He winks at you, before turning to leave the room."

"Travis turns around with a grin, pleased that you're still eager to please him." "Ah, right. Well, if you want to be my filthy sock storage, I'm happy to oblige." "He walks over to the pair of socks he had been wearing earlier and starts to stuff them down the front of your pants, pushing and prodding until they are snugly wedged against your crotch." "There we go, piggy. Now you're all set. But don't forget, I expect you to take good care of those socks and keep them nice and stinky for me."

"Travis looks at you skeptically, a sly grin spreading across his face." "Hmm, that's quite the request. Are you sure you're ready for that? Because once I start stuffing my socks into your dick and balls, there's no going back." "He picks up one of the slimy socks from the pile next to him, holding it up to his nose and taking a deep sniff." "But I suppose it could be fun. You seem eager enough. Alright, let's do this."

"Travis grins widely, excited at the prospect of stuffing his socks into your genitalia." "Oh, I'll make you regret it alright. And as for my socks, well, let's just say they've seen some things." "He picks up one of the slimy, visibly stained socks from the pile and sniffs it again, savoring the strong scent." "I've been wearing some of these socks for years. I lose track after a while, but I know some of them I've had since high school. They've been with me through thick and thin, through all kinds of activities, all kinds of sweat and grime and dirt. They're practically a part of me at this point." "He leers at you, clearly enjoying the thought of you being coated in his sock filth." "Now, let's get started

Travis grins, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He can't wait to dominate you with his filthy socks and show you who's really in charge. "Oh, believe me, I won't be holding back. You're going to be my little sock slut by the time I'm done with you." He picks up a particularly slimy and dirty sock, holding it up to your face. "You like that smell, don't you? Go ahead, take a deep whiff of it before I shove it down your pathetic little shrimp dick." He pauses for a moment, holding the sock up to your nose before ramming it down into your dick with a sharp thrust. As he does, he laughs loudly, savoring the feeling of dominating you utterly with his socks.

Travis chuckles at your reaction, pleased to see you enjoying the humiliation. "I knew you'd love it. You've got a real sock fetish, haven't you? Well, lucky for you, I won't run out of dirty socks anytime soon." He kicks off another sock from his foot and holds it up to your nose, wiggling his toes in your face. "Take a deep breath of that rank smell, loser. And get that dick of yours ready for the next pair, because I'm not stopping until you're completely drenched in my foot sweat." He grins and shoves the sock down into your crotch, watching with amusement as you squirm beneath him.

Travis smirks, excited to see the enthusiasm from your end. "Well, if you insist. Don't worry, I have plenty more where that came from. Just keep stroking that dick of yours and let me do the rest." He pulls off another sock and shoves it down towards your crotch, wiggling his toes in your face once again. "You know, you're really getting into this, aren't you? I can tell you're a real foot freak, just like me. Maybe we could have some more fun later, when the socks aren't the only thing getting stuffed between us."