Part 9 – Rob’s friend drops in
Kyle after a long while eventually got up from underneath me and undid the handcuffs holding my wrists locked together. He grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet.
“Come here” he said as we walked to the one end of the room where there was a bathroom. “Go ahead and clean up my Alex”, he ordered. I was soaked in Kyle’s sweat and his seed, which saturated my lower back. I briefly went to the bathroom and cleaned up as best I could. When I exited, I found Officer Kyle waiting for me.
He grabbed my arm and escorted me to similar roll of carpet. When we got to it, I stopped short and looked at Officer Kyle who stopped as he felt my arm no longer following his lead. He looked back to me. I gave him my best puppy eyes and a slight whimper. I sensed this wasn’t over. I wanted to go home at this point. I wanted to get out.
He did not seem to be in any mood to take me acting up. With that, he simply bent down, and with his muscular tatted arms easily lifted me off the ground and brought me forward to the smaller carpet piece that was rolled up. He set me down and held my wrists together. He forcibly kicked the carpet roll so that it fully unrolled into a long rectangle. He ordered, “Lie down on the carpet. You are already familiar with this apparatus”.
His demeanor was a forced speech and his face looked not at all like Kyle was going to take any shit from me. I found him so different from just before when I endured his forced fantasy and coaxing that got us both to a release.
I did as ordered, as I literally was exhausted and had no energy to resist his demands. He firmly gripped the edge of the carpet and rolled me over and over until I was firmly rolled up again with shoulders and head sticking out of the one end. This time the carpet piece was significantly narrower resulting in me sticking out of the other end from my belly-button down, with my pelvis, legs, feet, and hands free. Essentially this time I was mummified only on my upper torso.
He secured solid large strips of strong grey tape around to ensure the carpet roll would not unroll. Then he strategically placed the 3 pillows under my head to support me well. He leaned in and smiled and said, “Just relax a bit. I won’t even force your mouth shut or force you to sniff my scents this time. Stay put and don’t even try to get up and escape as I will be watching you”. I looked him in the eye as he glared into my eyes and he had a broad smirk on his face. “Yes we have surveillance”, he furthered. I was doomed….
He got up and walked upstairs leaving me alone to my thoughts. I relaxed and for the first time had the freedom of leg movement. I decided that getting up and trying to escape was not a good idea, as I did not know when that cop was coming back downstairs. And it sounded like there were cameras somewhere watching me.
I looked around a bit to see if I could locate any, and managed a few rollovers thanks to my newfound freedom of my legs. I discovered no cameras. I gave up and strategically rolled back using my legs to roll back so my head got back over the pillows. I yawned and shortly thereafter closed my eyes and quickly fell dormant.
Some time much later I was awoken by footsteps from upstairs coming down the stairs and multiple voices in conversation followed by some laughter. Rob, Gabe’s son came into view with another guy I had not seen before. This new guy was a frat boy type in shorts and t-shirt and he was wearing worn boat shoes. He was muscular set with black hair; he looked to be Hispanic.
Rob cockily started, “Hey Alex, I missed you the other day but I provided a little gift to my Dad for you, in my absence. How did you like it?”. I refused to answer and just looked away in the only defiance I had. I was still pissed at his dad for slipping that nylon over my head to keep Rob’s disgusting sock firmly pressed to my nose.
“Suit yourself in silence, you’ll learn soon enough how this all works”, he responded.
That last phrase caught my attention. What did he mean with that? Something is not adding up, but what was it? Where was I? And what was happening to me?
He swung his leg over the rolled up carpet I was trapped into, and sat down directly on top of the carpet roll pinning me solidly to the floor within the carpet. He was clearly coming from a game or from a work out. He was dripping in sweat.
Instantly I used my bare feet to pivot and try to grip the ground, so that I could free myself from his grip. To no avail. A combination of his weight, not enough grip with my feet, and a genuine weaker stature to this much larger Rob, I wasn’t going anywhere.
Rob piped in, “Just back from a run and have some servicing for you to do”. He unlaced his first sneaker and popped his shoe off using his hand to release his heel.
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Figure 5 Rob's post run socks
His sodden white socks hugged his feet as he released them from their entrapment as he took off his sneakers. I was immediately treated to a sensory overload from his raunchy socks. He had a large smile on his face as he splayed his toes and lowered them slowly to make contact to my face. He gently pressed and moved his socked feet back and forth over my face to get my face fully in contact to his feet and exert his dominance. The first direct breath instantly made my legs instinctively plant and try to lift off the ground. I wasn’t able to move, and was being humiliated again by this cocky punk.
He smiled and said, “These are extra special that I have been working on just for you. Breathe deeply for me so that I can hear you suck in my scent”. His toe grip on my nose made me easily comply in the broken state I was finding myself in. I sniffed hard enough for both jocks to hear me. After several minutes of enduring this, he spoke, “My college friend Mateo here has been wanting to meet you and get the chance to experience your foot expertise”. With that Rob got up and stepped to the side, allowing his buddy to take over.
Mateo and his 6’1 tall frame walked up and straddled the carpet and then sat down. He weighed more than Rob, and I grunted when he sat on the carpet cocoon I was in. He was already cockily grinning and enjoying this. He started with a deep voice “I got something extra special for you. You see Alex, these worn Sperry boat shoes are over 7 years old and I have rarely worn socks in them, so they get that good foot stench leeched into the insoles.” Rob looked at my eyes go wide as saucers, which made him, slap his leg and egg on his buddy “Yeah Mateo make him be your foot bitch”.
With that Mateo kicked off one shoe, which was about a size 11 shoe and slowly lowered his foot and clamped his curled up sweaty toes over my nostrils. With no recourse my first breath was all I could take and I immediately began trying to twist my head to avoid those stinky bare toes. My legs had their freedom and I twisted and spread them apart in a futile attempt to free myself as I was being forced to endure this stinky foot. He sensed it and forcibly pinched my nostrils between his toes to keep my head in place and exert his control. He ordered me to take a deep whiff when my nose was stuck between his smallest and next smallest toes. I took a loud sniff so that the jocks could clearly hear my compliance and entertain their superiority.
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Figure 6 Mateo's frat boy looks
I could see he had very hairy tops to his feet, which was likely one of the reasons for his strong foot stench. His feet were somewhat wide and his toes were smaller but plump and really sweaty.
He held me there for a while and then spoke “Lick these toes. They are all yours. And they do need a good tongue bath”. With that I began to tongue his toes and succumbed to his cocky dominance. Back and forth I licked his toes and snaked my tongue through his smelly toes to satisfy him and hopefully earn some bonus points to shorten this never-ending foot slavery.
I soaked his toe hairs with my saliva as his rich foot odour encompassed my face and filled my nose. Strangely his ripe scent though strong was turning me on, unlike the others that were torturing me previously.
Mateo slowly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and circled his tongue around as I was doing to his toes. Was he mimicking me? I thought …He was. Then he started to flick his tongue. I began to flick my tongue and dart his sweaty toes. He was instructing me with motion, no words. I was beginning to feel a large boner forming as he continued pressing his stinky feet to my face for service.
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Figure 7 Mateo's luscious stinkers
He continued to coax me by saying things like “That feels so good”, “Oh yeah just like that”, “Yes sniff that”, and “Get my toe gunk with your tongue”. I was mesmerized and completely at the mercy of his spell. I would do anything for him I thought; those feet were just what I desired. There was something appealing about this guy and his scent and his demeanor with me. I felt more at ease and began to want to please him. And his foot scent was bringing me to a state of euphoria.
He reached into his hoody hand pocket and revealed a small Ziploc bag. He proceeded to open it and immediately moved the bag from his face and contorted his nose a bit. “I got these ped socks that I have never washed that I wear in these shoes sometimes when it is excessively hot. I think these can be a nice bonus for you”. He put his fingers in one of the ankle socks and splayed it so that it stretched. The socks were dirty. Very dirty.
He bent down and firmly placed his left hand against my forehead pinning my head to the pillows, and then brought the splayed ped sock to my nose. The sock was damp, he must have worn them recently. The ultra strong scent made me even harder. He pushed them to my lips and I opened my mouth willingly at this point, which resulted in Mateo pushing the one sock into my mouth.
He got up and handed Rob the other ped sock. Rob took the seat on the carpet roll directly in front of me, then bent down and pushed the other ped sock bottom to my nose and firmly held it there by pushing his socked foot over it to hold Mateo’s sock in place. Mateo circled around to the other end of the carpet roll where my legs and feet were hanging out and I sensed that he had kneeled. He reached for my underwear and pulled them down and then reached for my now enlarged member and took a firm grip. I could not resist his forcefulness in my state. He slowly began stroking me as Rob was treating me to Mateo’s foot scent. It did not take me but a few minutes before I took a final deep whiff of the ped sock and Mateo at the same time was stroking me that put me over the edge and I blew with immense intensity.
I heard Mateo’s deep voice, “Excellent, you are getting off on my foot stench, I love it. That is seriously turning me on. I have a lot of ideas for you and the boot camp training I am going to personally give you. We can have a lot of fun together”.