Alexander
“Why do you deserve the promotion over me?”
Devon was so excited when he found out he was being considered for a position on the executive board. He’d worked hard over the last few years to prove his worth at the company, and he was tired of being neglected. Not literally of course, Devon’s massive frame had earned him the nickname “The Friendly Giant” early on. He’d spent a lot of time at the gym and it showed, and the girls picked up on it too. But he was sick of being known as the office bodybuilder–he wanted to be known as the youngest executive at the company.
But when Devon found out that the other office hotshot was up for the promotion too, he almost punched a wall. How could they consider Alexander and him for the same position, let alone have to consider anything? Where Devon built personal relationships with clients, Alexander focused on getting money as quickly as possible. While Devon was warm and kind, Alexander was a bigoted prick who thought he deserved the world. And while Devon treated women right, Alexander did the opposite but still got them into his bed.
In his head, Devon had everything over Alexander. The relationships, the attitude, and even a few extra inches. If he wanted, he could pummel the arrogant bastard and everyone else probably would have cheered him on. But no, the two of them were up for a promotion that would not only come with extra cash, but the bragging rights. Devon had to find out why Alexander could possibly be his competition, so he went right to the source. Or well, the source came right to him.
“Alex,” Devon huffed from the doorway, noticing his sworn enemy seated cockily behind his desk in his chair. He even had his feet kicked up.
A disinterested look passed over Alexander’s face. “I was wondering where you were, wasting my time like that.”
“Get out of my desk and out of my office.” Devon didn’t care if he came off as aggressive. This was his kingdom after all.
“But Dev, I’m just here to ask you something.”
The frown stayed on Devon’s face, yet he didn’t bother pushing the other man out because he knew Alexander wouldn’t leave until he made his point. But when Alex did ask that hideous question however, with that air reeking of privilege and narcissism, Devon could feel his cheeks go red with anger.
“I can think of hundreds of reasons,” Devon spat, marching over to the desk. “Why in the world would you ever think I didn’t deserve the promotion over a piece of trash like you?”
Alexander smiled, kicking off his black shoes to reveal his bare feet. Each landed with a Clunk!” on the ground. Upon noticing that Alexander hadn’t been wearing socks, Devon could feel himself riled to the point of no return.
“For starters, you’re too shy and meek to get anything serious done.”
That furious anger left Devon immediately. He wanted to retort but held himself back, instead taking a seat in a chair behind him.
“You are so busy listening to others that you never have thoughts of your own.”
Devon scooted forward attentively, curious to hear Alexander’s idiotic points.
“Your physical insignificance doesn’t convince anyone you could be a leader, no matter how hard you try to tell yourself otherwise.”
Devon’s head felt a little sluggish. Just because he was shorter, smaller, and possibly weaker than Alexander didn’t mean he wasn’t fit for a promotion.
“And I’m not just talking about one physical insignificance.”
Alexander eyed Devon’s crotch with disgust. Immediately, Devon covered himself in shame, wishing his cock wasn’t so small that it always stood straight out.
“There’s the mental insignificance too. A boy like you could never be as capable as a man like me.”
The fog in his head thickened, although Devon blamed it on the powerful musk coming from Alexander’s massive feet. He scooted a little closer to get a better smell of them, telling himself he was just trying to locate the exact origin of the scent.
“And most importantly, let’s not forget about your most identifiable insignificance.”
Devon wasn’t paying attention anymore. He was too focused on the massive, Size 15 feet in front of him. There was something so magnetic about them, an energy that made him want to lean in. He didn’t even realize his microdick was beginning to stir.
“That’s right, you pervert,” Alexander chuckled maniacally. “I knew hidden beneath it all you were just another pathetic faggot.”
Even Alexander was surprised when Devon didn’t flinch. But he didn’t care, nonchalantly pushing his soles right into Devon’s face before making the command.
“Sniff.”
What Alexander said didn’t really affect Devon as he was already completely absorbed by the full-bodied odor, but Alexander just wanted to display his dominance. The almighty demoralizing foot funk compressed a confident, straight male into an obedient, submissive fag. Alexander knew the competition would no longer be an issue, but he wanted to hear it from the cocksucker’s lips.
“So homo, still eyein’ up that promotion?” Alexander taunted.
“No sir!” Evan exclaimed. “I want to be able to serve straight men everyday, just like a fag should!”
“That’s what I thought,” Alexander laughed as Evan immediately got back to worshiping his master’s soles.