Frat bros feet

Marcus and Ethan sprawl across the sectional, laughing loudly as they flex their arms and show off their pump. In one synchronized move, they kick their legs straight out, shoving all four of their broad, bare soles directly into your face as you sit on the floor in front of them. The massive wall of sweaty skin seals off the entire room from view, surrounding your face with deep, defined arch creases and thick, heavy heels.

An intense, suffocating wall of post-lifting heat radiating off all four soles hits you at once, enveloping your nose and mouth in a heavy, inescapable scent of warm, unwashed feet. Ethan wiggles his long toes right against your forehead while Marcus presses his heavy arch firm against your lips, locking your head firmly between their feet.

"Hope you're ready for this," Marcus smirks, his voice full of casual dominance.

"Yeah, pledge," Ethan adds, giving your face a slight nudge with his sole. "Both of our arches are completely shot. Start sniffing and licking every single inch of all four soles—and make sure you don't neglect either of us."