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Part 6 – Meeting some more of the team…
I heard the front door open and a couple of voices but couldn’t really hear what was being said. As footsteps approached the door I heard Andy say, “Hey Mr. Manueles, we just won our 3rd game today we are on a wicked high”. As he entered the room I saw 2 others with him. Andy spoke, “Excellent, our buddy is back” looking towards me directly with a broad smile. That punk ass was cocky as fuck tonight, no way I want him near me and now he has some teammates with him, even worse.
Gabe replied, “Rob is not coming tonight, he has a study group after the game”.
Andy confirmed, “I know, Rob said for us to come over coz you were entertaining tonight”. He added, “Rob said I should bring over 2 of our friends that are other players on the lacrosse team”, and then he put on a sheepish grin. The other 2 youngsters followed his lead and began to laugh and smiled towards me.
One of the new guys had blond hair and was about 6’2”, about the same age as Rob and Andy, and was a very good looking man. Andy piped in “Mr Manueles, this is Craig”, as he pointed to the blond jock, “and this is Ross”.
Ross was the smallest of all but he was very well built from a good muscle proportion perspective. I would say he was 5’9”, 18-20 years of age. Ross shook Gabe’s hand and said “Nice meeting you Mr Manueles”. He looked over at the box and said, “What is this contraption?”
Big Josh piped in and said, “Hey Ross grab a seat in front, we’ll show you”. Josh walked towards me and aggressively lifted me up and brought me to the door opening of the box. I pleaded, “Please sir, no not again, I can’t do it”, as I put up a very weak resistance which was no challenge at all to Josh’s muscular strong hold on me. He undid my handcuffs and then forcibly pushed me inside the box as I resisted with what little I had still left in me. I felt Gabe clamp my limbs to restraints inside the box that they did not use on me the first time when they put me in the box. Then they closed the door of the box and I heard that they locked it. My head was sticking out of the box with free movement but my limbs were each attached to the inside of the box sides. I knew I was screwed. Josh sneered, “He is all yours. Have fun”.
I saw Ross get cocky in an instant, and the initial looks and demeanor vanished.
“Oh I get it now, he is ours to do with what we want. Awesome! These dawgs are going to reek, as I wore them to all the lacrosse games this week and I wore them to all my hefty workouts and wrestling matches too. I kind of get lazy about my laundry”, as he chuckled.
He began to unlace his running shoes as the other 2 jocks circled to the front of the box to watch the scene unfold. I scanned their eager and smiling faces and their complete intrigue of this whole situation. Gabe said, “Josh and I are going to have a drink and watch some TV. Just let us know when you are done having some fun with him.” As he peered towards me before the 2 cops left, leaving me with these 3 jock types and my brutal fate in their hands. I was angry. How could they ditch me and leave me unsupervised with these fucken punks?
Ross said “No probs, we can have some fun for a while”, as he kicked off one of his ratty sneakers. I instantly caught a whiff of his nasty foot odour. I was not looking forward to this. Ross curled his toes that were encased in long white tube socks that had been yellowed in what looked to be large sweat stains. They looked bad with darker stains around the toes and heels and clearly showed a serious amount of perspiration that had been secreted into these socks. He lifted his foot and brought it to within a few centimeters from my face. I instinctively turned my head to avoid his dominance through the use of his stinkers. Andy reacted by climbing on top of the box above my head and forced my head back to dead center with his strong muscular arms and hands. I pleaded, “No please don’t do this. Can’t we agree to something else?”.
Ross ignored me and lowered his sweaty toes down to make contact with my nose. He pressed to the point my mouth opened slightly. His socks were really really thick and completely saturated in his gross pungent sweat from the games he just finished playing. I felt the sweat from his sock enter my mouth, and instantly insult my taste buds. I took my first breath and was revolted as his sock was the worst of any I had smelt since this sock torture started happening at Gabe’s house. The sock was so saturated that I found it difficult to breathe, the wet sock blocked proper airflow to my nose. My mind ventured in thought and imagined that it must be similar to what water boarding feels like….I postulated in my despair. I struggled to break free from his toe grip but my head was secured by that Andy’s vice grip. I was struggling to breathe.
He was pretty cocky to boot, “Yeah smell those bad boys little buddy, my wrestling shoes severely reek and make my socks reek to high heaven”. He was domineering and offered insults and aggressive pressing of his socked feet to my face. I squirmed as best as I could but found breathing extremely difficult, and when a moment of foot movement allowed for a tiny amount of air to my nose, I was treated to his pungent foot fumes.
Andy piped in, “Wow man I can smell those nasty sox from way up here, Jesus he must be ready to pass out”. With that Ross stated, “This is nothing man, I have a natural ability to make feet smell raunchy. My little stepbrother has endured these bad boys many times. I love to torture him when my folks aren’t home. He hates it but gets no mercy from me”. At that, he pressed his foot harder to my nostrils and flexed his large biceps in stance of power in a show of his dominance… like a Tarzan pose. I was trying to twist my head from side to side to escape this nasty situation.
He eventually removed his foot from my face and slowly reached down and lowered his sock and then slowly removed it as he was sporting a cocky smile on his rugged face. He balled it up meticulously so that the sweatiest and smelliest toe area was on the outside and he brought it to my face and pressed it under my nostrils with his cupped hand. I breathed in his foot stench again as I desperately needed air. Then he continued by pinching my nose and I was forced to open my mouth slightly. At that, Ross pressed the balled sock within his large fist and squeezed it as hard as he could. Sure enough, a stream of sweat formed as drops from his fist. Craig came into view and at that point and he pressed the sides of my mouth with both hands until my mouth fully opened. Ross pressed his fist even harder and the sock rendered his game sweat that trickled into my mouth. The taste and humiliation was more than I could endure. I sat helplessly shackled in the box, with Andy still holding my head firmly centered. I felt a tear roll out of my left eye.
Once Ross had squeezed his socks draining the sweat into my mouth I swallowed. He took the balled up sock in his fist and pressed it into my mouth. Ross stepped out of the chair and offered it to Craig.
Craig the tall blond jock quickly took over and began smiling at me. “I have a special treat for you”. Andy laughed out loud. “He is going to hate this” as he looked at Andy and Ross. Andy kicked off a sneaker and reached down to pick it up. I could feel Andy press harder on my head so that I could not move it. My mouth was gagged with Ross’s sock and Craig lowered his sneaker opening over my nose. I began inhaling his strong sweat stink that was “pure jock sweat”. The odour was cheesy and had a heady aroma that was raunchy. I felt I wouldn’t be able to handle this.
Craig admitted “I often don’t wear socks with my converse, so you can tell where that nasty foot stench is coming from. Breathe hard and deep so that I can hear you breathe, my little foot bitch”. I took a long deep breath to avoid a potential nasty beating by these jocks that had full rein over me. He held the shoe there for a good while as the other 2 jocks chuckled at my predicament.
Craig dropped his shoe and settled back in the chair and placed his foot on the footrest that allowed for his feet to be directly in front of my face. I began to smell his sweaty sock odour. He pressed his foot slowly forward until his toes made contact with my nose. My gag allowed me only to begin breathing in this jock’s manly cheesy sock stench. I resigned myself to my fate and suffered through my breathing. And only managed to weakly put out a faint groan into my gag.
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Figure 2 Craig's Converse seasoned sweaty socks
Craig smiled as he smothered me with his large sweaty feet. He eventually removed the sock and brought his toes back over to my face. I breathed in directly for a few minutes taking in his sweaty manly toe scent. After some time, he reached and removed my sock gag. He replaced his size 12s back over my nostrils.
His toes made contact with my nose and I felt very soft meaty toes as I continued to sniff and he said, “Start licking my soles nice and slow”. I resisted at first, but then felt Andy begin pressing very hard on my head so I buckled and began licking his salty soft fragrant foot that was directly in front of my mouth.
“Now start sucking my toes and lick all that nasty toe jam for me” he ordered. I extended my tongue out and began pleasing this cocky jock per his commands. This clearly turned him on and I could see his raging boner through his game shorts. He reached into his underwear and pulled out his member, and started wanking hard and quick.
He briefly removed his feet from my face and got up then removed his game athletic cup. It was dark in colour and looked to have had little to no hygiene applied to it….Craig sported a cocky grin and lowered himself so that his hand easily pressed the cup to my nose and he held it there. “Something different for you to savour, which is my good luck jock that I have never washed. Be a good pup and take a whiff”. I was met with a raunchy stench that revolted me. I kicked my limbs as best I could in that box that I was shackled into, as it was the only movement I had available to me to show little resistance.
After a few he sat back in the chair and extended his bare foot to my face. I thought servicing his feet though nasty was far better than breathing in that raunchy jock. I immediately continued licking his feet making sure I had really good coverage and then I heard him start moaning in pleasure. I was getting excited myself at the thought of him moaning due to me pleasuring his feet.
I was slightly gagging at the strong aroma and the sock fluff that my tongue was collecting from between his toes. He brought himself very close to climax. Andy reached down and pressed one of his own nasty white sweat sox down to my nose as I kept licking Craig’s feet. Andy’s sock was wet in sweat with a crusty feeling and strong odour, that added the final level of humiliation. The sight of me at my weakest was all it took for Craig to yell out and he came loads into one of his socks that he was holding.
At that, I felt Andy remove his sock from my face and Craig dropped his foot to the ground.
Ross appeared and pressed one of his sweaty socks that were still very wet from his sweat, to my nose with a strong muscular grip. I instantly smelt that now familiar chemical odour I had endured a few times before in combination to the smelly sock. I knew I was getting knocked out again but there was nothing I could do. This time it took a longer time for the drug to take effect for some reason. I endured Ross’s stink and the chemical for some time before I felt the chemical weaken me to the point where I didn’t have any resistance and my muscles relaxed. Andy loosened his grip allowing my head to move freely. Ross took this queue to continue pressing the sock to my face but swayed my head side to side. I felt my head tilt as I passed out.