Obey the Mighty Jungle Feet

Prologue:
Deep in the vast and luscious jungle, there are the alphas and the runts. The runts get very little scraps of food, no females or sex, and have to worship the mighty feet of the strong alphas. Meanwhile, the alphas get all the ladies, all the sex they could ever want, mountains of succulent, juicy meat, and pampered lives.

Roy had to learn this the hard way when he crossed an alpha lunker named Feechi. He was told to kneel, and he refused. Feechi didn't take too kindly to this and hopped on top of Roy's stomach with his massive, meaty feet, digging his claws into Roy’s skin and causing it to ooze blood. "You won't kneel... then you'll be my trample toy," chuckled Feechi. Roy was thin, weak, and frail as a twig. The robust and triumphant soles were crushing his rib cage and making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe. With a wicked glint in his eye, Feechi held his foot over Roy's maw. With the other foot crushing his insides, Roy knew not to displease Feechi. Feechi was heavy, healthy, beefy, and had enormous feet with burly toes while Roy was thin, malnourished, weak, and in poor health. Begrudgingly, Roy began to lick away at Feechi's soles, coating his arches in a veil of slimy saliva. The smell of Feechi's feet was beyond awful. Feechi was one of the filthiest animals in the jungle, and his feet were the most offensively revolting part of his body despite their sexiness, hot arches, and plump soles. He could easily be a foot fetish model. As Roy licked and sucked on each toe, his cock throbbed and starting dripping pre. Feechi smirked as he saw this. "Awww! Is the lil' runt turned on by my god-like soles? This must be so humiliating for you." Feechi said this with a laugh. Just when he thought it couldn't get any more humiliating and degrading, a bunch of alpha female lunkers walked by and pointed and laughed at him and his slutty foot worship. Feechi was laughing the hardest. "No female will ever want to mate with you now. Every babe in the whole jungle knows what a foot slut you are now," teased Feechi as he spread his toes over Roy's nose and wiggled them, dripping globs of sweat on his nostrils. Roy gagged, and the crowd of lunkers started poking fun at him, chanting "footboy Roy" loudly. The humiliation and embarrassment caused Roy to start bawling much to Feechi's delight. He was already a runt, but now Roy was a footslut runt. He had no idea how it could get more embarrassing. Almost as if Feechi could read Roy's thoughts, he lifted both his squishy feet and pressed them into Roy's tiny groin, making him spunk all over Feechi's feet. Cum oozed out from between Fechi's toes. This was the worst day of Roy's life. He was going to be known as the lunker that was turned on by and came all over an alpha's stinky feet forever.