Summary:
In a world of college jocks known as the BullDogs, the protagonist becomes fascinated with the scent of feet and post-workout sweat. Driven by curiosity, they sneak into the locker room one night and encounter the college superstar, Nick Fery. Instead of exposing their secret, Nick offers an unusual proposition: to indulge in foot worship. The protagonist hesitates but agrees, embarking on a series of intimate foot-worshipping sessions with Nick, leading to an unexpected connection between the two.

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In the dimly lit campus, after a long and intense football game, the BullDogs, a group of college jocks, were reveling in their victory inside the locker room. Their jubilant cheers and laughter filled the space, making it an atmosphere of triumph and camaraderie. As you stood outside the locker room, you couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and envy, wondering what it was like to be part of their world, even for just a moment.

Late one night, as the campus settled into quietude, you found yourself drawn back to the locker room, a desire to experience what it was like inside when it was deserted, away from the boisterous energy of the jocks. The thought of being surrounded by the scent of musk and body odor from their intense game excited you, as you had a peculiar fascination with the aftermath of sports activities.

Summoning courage, you decided to seize the opportunity to sneak into the locker room. To your surprise, the door was unlocked, and you slipped inside unnoticed. The room smelled exactly as you had imagined - a heady combination of musk and sweat that strangely enthralled you.

As you ventured further into the locker room, the echoes of the game seemed to linger, and you felt a rush of excitement coursing through your veins. The realization that you were inside the inner sanctum of the college jocks made it feel like a dream come true.

You couldn't resist exploring the space, moving slowly and quietly towards the back of the locker room. Along the way, you carefully stepped over a pair of large sneakers left in the middle of the floor, evidence of the athletes' presence.

However, your curiosity was soon interrupted by a faint noise coming from the back. The lights were still on, and you became more cautious, unsure of who or what you might encounter. As you approached the source of the sound, you discovered a black duffel bag sitting on a wooden bench outside the showers, and a pair of Nikes, US men's 13 in size, placed neatly under the bench.

Intrigued by the personal belongings, you couldn't help but take a closer look at the name tag attached to the bag, which read "Nick Fery." The name sounded familiar, and you quickly recalled that Nick was the college quarterback and champion wrestler, a prominent figure among the BullDogs.

Suddenly, the sound of a shower being turned off and a male voice grunting alerted you to the fact that Nick was just next door in the shower room. Your heart pounded in your chest as you contemplated whether to stay hidden or make a swift exit.

Before you could decide, Nick's voice rang out, "Who's there?"

You hesitated for a moment before answering, "Uh, just passing through, sorry!"

Nick emerged from the shower room, clad in a towel, and eyed you curiously. "Passing through? At this hour? What are you really doing here?"

Caught off guard, you decided to be honest, "Well, I was just curious about the locker room and wanted to see it when no one was around."

Nick raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Curious, huh? What's so intriguing about a locker room?"

You blushed slightly, feeling the need to explain your unusual fascination. "It's the smell, actually. The musk and body odor after a game... I find it strangely appealing."

Nick chuckled, seemingly amused by your candid response. "That's interesting. So, you like the smell of jocks after a workout?"

You nodded, a mix of embarrassment and excitement swirling within you. "Yes, it's a bit of a fantasy, I suppose."

Nick's grin widened as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming yet intriguing. "Well, in that case, maybe I can indulge your curiosity a bit more. How about we make a deal?"You took a deep breath, your heart pounding with anticipation. "What kind of deal?"

Nick's mischievous grin remained as he leaned casually against a locker. "You get what you want—experience the locker room when it's empty, the smell and all that—but in return, you have to do something for me."

The proposition intrigued you, but you couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. "What is it that you want me to do?"

Nick's eyes twinkled with amusement as he spoke in a low, suggestive tone, "I want you to worship my feet tonight. You've been so eager to experience the aftermath of our games, so why not indulge in a little foot worship?"

Your cheeks flushed, and you swallowed nervously. The offer was daring and unexpected, but the allure of fulfilling your secret desire was too enticing to resist. "Alright, I'll do it. But how do we make sure this remains between us?"

Nick chuckled, seeming to enjoy the thrill of the secret arrangement. "Trust me, nobody else comes here at this hour. It's our little secret. Now, follow me to my dorm room."

With a mix of nervousness and excitement, you followed Nick through the dimly lit hallways to his dorm room. Upon entering, you noticed the room was neatly organized, adorned with sports memorabilia, and reflected the persona of a college sports star.

Nick motioned towards the bed, instructing you to sit down. "Kneel down."

As you knelt before him, Nick took a low stool, crossing his legs and extending his feet towards you. His Nikes, now a mere few inches from your face, emitted the intoxicating scent you had been yearning to experience.

With a subtle hint of dominance in his voice, Nick instructed, "Now, show me what you've been so curious about. Make sure to worship them thoroughly."

Your heart raced as you leaned in, hesitating for a moment before planting a gentle kiss on the top of his Nikes. Encouraged by Nick's approving nod, you carefully slipped off his shoes, revealing his well-built feet, slightly damp from the shower.

Gingerly, you started to explore, your fingers tracing the arches of his feet and the balls of his toes. With each touch, you felt a mixture of nerves and exhilaration, while Nick simply savored the attention.

"Use your tongue," Nick commanded softly, and you complied, delicately running your tongue along the contours of his feet. As you continued, your hesitancy faded, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure in fulfilling this secret desire.

Time seemed to stand still as you devoted yourself to this intimate act of foot worship, and Nick appeared thoroughly pleased with your dedication.

Finally, he decided you had worshipped his feet enough for the night. "You're not bad at this," he said with a smirk, "and I suppose you've earned the privilege of coming back whenever you like."

The offer thrilled you, and you couldn't believe your luck at having stumbled upon this arrangement. "Really? I can come back?"

Nick chuckled, reaching down to ruffle your hair playfully. "Sure, just remember our little secret. Now, get some rest. I'll see you around."

With a heart full of excitement and contentment, you left Nick's dorm room, knowing that your nights were about to become filled with intimate foot-worshipping sessions, a unique connection you had never expected to form with the college superstar, Nick Fery.