I’ve done it. I can’t believe it, but I’ve actually done it.
In my hands were two perfect, miniature replicas of football players Aaron Ramsey (from Arsenal), and Mats Hummels (from BVB).
I didn’t think it would work, but hell, here it is.
My name is Arthur. I came across these two figurines at some weird curio shop that, oddly enough, disappeared after only a week. The shop owner gave me a couple of plain wooden figurines, and told me that, if I repeat the names of certain people to the dolls, over and over, they would take the shape of those people.
Even better, those particular people could be controlled by them. Sort of like voodoo, I suppose?
I didn’t believe it, but I bought it anyways. I had money to spare and they looked kinda cool. Weeks passed by, and I noticed there was a football game happening nearby–Arsenal was coming to town. Even better, they were facing BVB, so Aaron and Mats would be there, and I had tickets. I have had a big crush on both men for quite some time, so it was exciting to see that they would be so near to me.
Before the game started, I figured I might as well play with the dolls. Who knows–it might work, right?
Well, creepily enough, it did. I screamed as the wooden dolls morphed in front of me, taking on the features of both men. It was surreal.
I was also excited. You understand what this could mean right?
I didn’t go to the game; no, instead I sat at home, staring at my miniature dolls. I didn’t say anything to them, I didn’t even want to touch them, I was too frightened! They were so lifelike, it was like they were staring right at me!
Time passed, and I noticed the game was coming to an end.
I picked up both dolls and, with a deep breath, uttered: “Come to my place after the game.”
I placed both dolls back on the table and waited.
Time seemed to slow down.
I didn’t know what I was doing. The man at the shop told me I could control people by whispering commands to the dolls, or by manipulating them myself. I was too scared to touch them still, and feeling incredibly anxious. God, is this actually happening? I hope I didn’t waste money on those tickets!
But then the doorbell rang.
I shrieked, and jumped. It couldn’t be … I gulped, then stood, and slowly walked to the door, before opening it. I was being silly. It was probably a salesman or something, perhaps a late package? I did forget I had something coming to me in the mail that I ordered a week ago.
My jaw dropped as Aaron and Mats stood before me, shoulder to shoulder, both of them still in their respective uniforms.
“Oh my god!” I screamed. Weirdly enough, neither of them reacted to me. It was like they were under some weird spell, completely hypnotized and out of their minds. Neither of them looked at me–they just looked into thin air like a couple of zombies. Their eyes were glassy and vacant. I waved my hand in front of their faces. Neither of them blinked.
I stepped back, and they didn’t move. They just stood there like life sized mannequins, but they were real! I could see their dirtied shirts, and their hair matted with sweat, their chests moving up and down steadily, slowly, perfectly in synch with each other.
The dolls …the dolls had the power, right?
I went to my coffee table where the dolls were and said “come in” to them. The dolls started to move, like they were walking in place! Both Aaron and Mats stepped inside, in perfect synch with each other, not the slightest reaction on their frozen, handsome faces. I hurriedly closed the door behind them. They stopped, as the dolls stopped. I suppose the dolls started moving since they were now in the vicinity of their respective, uh, victims? Masters? I don’t know. The only thing I did know was:
It worked! I couldn’t believe this doll thing worked!
And now, it was time to have some fun. Why not? They were clearly out of their minds, frozen by some strange magic I didn’t even want to question.
Might as well enjoy myself!
I picked the dolls up, grabbing them by the waist, their torsos slightly leaning back. Interestingly, I noticed that both men assumed the same position, their torsos slightly leaning back, their feet on their tiptoes, as if they were both being picked up by some giant invisible hands. It was amazing! Both of their faces were inexpressive and equally dead, their eyes unblinking and staring at the ceiling.
I put the dolls back down on their two feet, standing them on the table, and the two men assumed the same position.
I faced the dolls towards each other. Aaron and Mats now faced each other, staring right into each other like a couple of dummies.
I was starting to feel a bit horny.
“Now kiss,” I said to the dolls. Both men leaned in and touched at the mouths, as did the dolls. It was very cute!
And it was really hot seeing both of them peck each other on the lips, while completely zoned out, their eyes not even blinking as they touched lips. Of course, this was just a taste of things to come. I wanted to play around more first!
“Why don’t you guys do a lap inside the house?”
Immediately, the dolls started jogging in place. I stepped out of the way as Aaron and Mats began to jog around the house together, going through the hallway, up the stairs, through the kitchen then back to the living room. They stopped as soon as the dolls did, standing side by side, ready to take orders again.
“Drop and give me twenty.”
The two dolls started doing pushups, as did Aaron and Mats. They both stared into the ground with blank faces as they did so, robotically.
“Stop!” The two of them stopped at the height of a pushup.
I quickly scurried and slid myself under Aaron. My heart was beating so fast. I was staring right into his frozen, hypnotized face, just inches away from it! I couldn’t believe I was this close to such a handsome man, someone I had fantasized about for a long time.
“Continue.” I blushed as Aaron came closer to me, and as he completed the pushup, I pecked him on the lips. It was amazing! He rose up, still staring at me with those dreamy brown eyes, and I licked his boyish face this time as he came down, my tongue running over his facial hair. He raised up again, and I could feel my crotch getting hard. When he came back down again, the boner in my pants touched his crotch and I immediately filled with lust, this time sucking on his lips as he came down, forcing them slightly open. He raised up and came back down again, and this time I commanded the dolls to stop.
I reached up and grabbed him by the back of the head and plunged my tongue into his, passionately kissing him, devouring his nonresistant mouth. I wrapped my legs around his immobile body, pushing my hardened bulge into his soft, straight boy crotch. I grabbed his light brown hair, which was matted with sweat, and let my fingers run through them as I continued to devour his handsome face.
After slurping for a few moments, I let up and his face was completely the same. I could feel his breath on my face.
He was so hot like this! I felt my cock pulse with desire as I bucked my pelvis upwards into Aaron’s bulge, yet he still made no reaction as I dry humped him. I smiled. I ordered the dolls to raise up, and he did.
I removed myself from this position, my dick hard as steel in my pants, Aaron still in the pushup position.
I positioned myself under Mats this time, and found myself staring into his handsome, devilishly sexy face. He, too, stared at me with his vacant eyes, and I couldn’t help myself. I commanded the dolls to descend and, like with Aaron, I reached up and began making out with him, pulling him downwards. His lips were juicier than Aaron’s, yet he was just as pliable, and I wrapped my legs around his taut body as I kissed him hungrily. I lurched into his pelvis, my crotch meeting his, and dry humped him as I made out with his hypnotized, frozen face. His dark facial hair tickled my face as I made out with him, lost in desire. I smiled happily. He didn’t, and he didn’t even close his eyes as I kissed him.
I could smell the sweat on him and feel the heat emanating from his body. I wondered–do they feel any of this?
I commanded the dolls to let up so I could get out and have a seat on my couch. I ordered them to stand still again, and both of them robotically assumed their position, their eyes staring into thin air, their chins wet with my own saliva.
I was now curious. I grabbed both dolls and held them in my hands.
“Come back to normal, but stay frozen.”
“Argh, what the fuck! Who the fook are you!” cried Aaron in his Welsh accent, his face now twisted in rage. “Let me go!”
Mats was screaming at me in German. I was startled.
“Oh shit,” I said. “You can feel . . uh, stuff?”
“Let me go! I’ll fucking kill you you fucking wanker!” cried Aaron.
“Fucking help! Help me!” cried Mats.
“Can you feel this though?” I started massaging the doll’s crotch. The two men screamed, shutting their eyes tight. I watched, with fascination, as the dolls started getting little bumps in their crotch as I tickled them there, and to my complete amazement, both Aaron and Mats started getting erections too!
“Fuck!” cried Aaron. Mats screamed something obscene in German. They both looked at me with hatred in their eyes as I continued to rub the doll’s crotches, their own boners rising more and more. I was impressed by the size of their cocks as they extended in their shorts.
“Stop it!” cried Mats desperately. “Please, help me someone!”
They both turned their gazes at me, anger in them. I did not like how they were cursing or staring at me so furiously. “Be still again.”
Suddenly, the angry, screwed up expressions on their faces evaporated, and once again, they were still, lifeless models, this time with their dicks sticking far out. I laughed.
I ordered their cocks to be soft again. Too soon.
I wanted to experiment a little more. This time I took the dolls to the oven. I put the oven on very very low, then went into the living room.
I commanded them to awaken once again, and this time, they started screaming, but now about how hot things were getting.
“Oh my god, help! It’s starting to burn!” cried Aaron.
“What is going on! Why is it so hot?” screamed Mats. I noticed their bodies producing tons of perspiration. I touched their arms, and they really were quite warm! Aaron looked at me like he wanted to bite my head off, but he was too frightened by the weird heat overtaking him to say anything. I went back to the kitchen.
“Be still,” I said to the dolls baking in the oven. I looked back into the living room, and Aaron and Mat’s worried faces had disappeared once more, leaving them emotionless drones, but incredibly sweaty. I immediately opened the oven and took the dolls out, cooling them in the fridge for a bit. I had another idea.
I put them in freezer this time. It wasn’t long before both men started to look pale, their lips turning slightly blue, their skin turning white. I ran up to Aaron in the living room and felt his arm–it was ice cold, same with Mats. I ran back to the fridge and ordered the dolls to awaken once more, and this time Aaron and Mats were shivering, their lips quivering. They couldn’t move, but they were clearly freaking out by how suddenly cold it was now. I could see tufts of cold air come out of their mouths.
“F-f-fucking Christ,” said Mats. Aaron’s teeth chattered. I went back to the kitchen.
I ordered the dolls to be still once again, ran back to the living room, and saw that both of them were now silent and zombified again, though it was clear by their complexions they were becoming increasingly cold. I ran back and took the dolls out of the freezer. I didn’t want to torture the poor men! Well, not this way, at least.
I warmed the dolls for a bit with a kitchen towel, then returned to the living room with them. Aaron and Mats seemed to be back to normal, clearly because I had brought the dolls back to normal.
I had put these poor guys through enough. It was now time to get to business. I stroked Aaron’s handsome face with the back of my hand, then did the same to sexy Mats’.
I put the dolls down on the table, standing them. I didn’t need them for this part.
I went to Aaron first. I took his red jersey into my hands, sniffing it. It smelled like grass and sweat and skin, like a man rolling through the grass with other man, rough and hot. It smelled divine.
Slowly, I began to raise the shirt, revealing Aaron’s muscled abs.
“Wow,” I said, as my free hand slid across his rocky stomach. I used my knuckles to softly rub against the ridges of his iron board, before stroking them once more softly with my fingertips. Mmm mmm!
I continued lifting the shirt, raising his limp arms as I did so. His chest was broad and strong; his pecs were unbelievably toned. I continued to raise the shirt, past his blank face, before bending his torso forward, as I slid the rest of it off his limp arms. I tossed the shirt away, and laughed as Aaron was stuck in this weird position where he was bent forward, his arms hanging down lifelessly.
I put one hand on the small of his back, and with my other arm raised him back to standing.
I let my hands explore his chest, before finally sucking on his nipple mischievously. It tasted so good. I bit it gently, my hands now sliding up the smooth, slightly wet, sides of his torso, into his dank, warm armpits. I brought my fingers to my nose. It smelled like men’s deodorant, mixed with tons of sweat, and a bit of funk. I closed my eyes and smiled, reveling in the aroma.
I allowed my hands one more expedition around his naked chest, feeling every inch of his torso, my fingers sliding across his body like a snake. I felt up his arms, which were firm like stone yet covered in supple skin. I glanced at his frozen face.
“Wake up,” I said to the dolls.
“P-please,” said Aaron, who looked like he was going to cry now, “please just let me go.”
I brought my mouth to his other nipple, sucking it gently. He sobbed and gnashed his teeth in frustration.
“No,” I said, smiling, before ordering the doll to freeze up again. His face became slack again, and I wiped the few tears that had gathered at his eyes. Silly man.
It was now Mat’s turn. I gathered his green shirt up, lifting it over his body. He smelled just like Aaron, but I could smell faint traces of a man’s cologne too. He was quite the ladies man, it seemed!
I rose the shirt above his body, his arms following, before bending him forward and taking it off. He was shirtless now, and just like Aaron, his body was chiseled and delicious, with an added ruddiness to it.
I stood at his side, nuzzling my nose into the nape of his neck, inhaling his manly scent: sweat and cologne and skin and dirt. I had one hand sliding all over his abs, his chest, and his nipples, while the other was ruffling through his matted, dark hair. I opened my eyes and kept them on his frozen profile, his eyes staring into thin air, as I kissed his neck, my fingers circling around his nipples. My other hand slid down his perfect backside, sliding down the slope of his strong back. I was so drunk on such sensuality that my dick was leaking precum at this point.
“Together,” I ordered. The dolls (which were now shirtless, a reflection of their victims), stood side by side, as did Aaron and Mats.
I stood behind them, and allowed my hands to snake around the front, feeling both of their naked torsos at the same time. I bit on each of their ears, as my hands descended downwards, into their shorts, slipping into the crevices of their underwear. I found what I was looking for.
I allowed my hands to take hold of each of their limp cocks, and as I pressed myself against their backsides, began squeezing, fondling, groping their penises hungrily, pushing my own crotch into their curvy rear ends.
I moaned.
They were completely still as I ravaged their genitals, squeezing their balls, kneading their soft cocks until they started to become hard, expanding in my grasp. I moaned once more as, overcome with desire, I began to slurp on their necks, the smell and taste of sweat filling my face.
“Pants … ungh! … off . . “ I commanded. Their pants magically fell down, as did their underwear, their genitals completely exposed. Their faces remained blank and inexpressive as I slurped away at both men, sucking away at their hot and sweaty skin. I found myself jerking both of them off now, faster and faster. Their dicks grew in my hand, filling out my palm, their balls jiggling. The unmistakable sound of fapping filled the room.
It wasn’t long before I felt their cocks both leaking precum, their shafts becoming wet. Their cocks were so massive! I looked over their shoulders and gasped at how thick and veiny their fucking cocks were, as they spit clear precum all over my living room carpet. I glanced at both their faces, still blank as ever, despite being jerked off like mad.
I had a realization: they were gonna blow. I could feel their cocks get even harder and I pulled back on them, turning them upwards, as they began to spit white hot cum all over the place. Both of them remained silent and emotionless, but their cock were trembling like crazy as endless bursts of semen jetted out.
The whole place stank like cum as they came more and more and more, which, in turn, made me jerk them harder and harder and harder, their bodies shaking from my fervent jerking. I moaned loudly, almost as if I was having an orgasm, as the two men continued to explode with white man milk.
Finally, spent, their cocks began to deflate, the cum streams weakened before finally stopping, and I let go. Their limp, swollen cocks fell and I wiped my hands on their naked asses, laughing as I did so. I gave them a good slap on the butt.
“Not bad, you guys,” I said, coming to their front. They were both in the same mindfucked state as usual during the whole ordeal, despite having cum an inhuman amount all over my carpet. There were still some cum on my fingers, and I cleaned them off by placing them in their mouths, scraping it off on their tongues. I chuckled to myself, closing their mouths once more, as they stared vacantly.
“Awaken,” I commanded. The two of them began to spit out the cum in their mouths, gagging on the taste of it. They were completely horrified by the taste of it, and could see the cum at their feet, causing them to cry out.
“How did we … we’re naked? What the fuck . . is this … is this?”
“Cum!” cried Mats, spitting it out, gagging. Aaron gagged again too like he was going to vomit, but couldn’t move.
“Be still.” They became zombies again, which made me laugh. I took more of their cum onto my hands.
“Lick it off,” I said to Aaron. I watched as he, with no emotion licked my hand clean. It tickled, and my cock raged as the zombified man licked his own cum clean off my palm.
“Swallow it,” I said. “All of it.” I watched his adam’s apple move as he gulped it down, his eyes not even blinking, not a twitch on his face as he swallowed.
I went to Mats and did the same, raising my cum stained palm in front of his face. “Lick it all off and swallow it.” He did as he was told, his tongue lapping at all the little drops of cum on my hand, his throat moving and making gulping noises as he ate every little bit of his own semen, not a trace of any reaction to be found. He and Aaron were both cum licking robots.
I kissed both of them on the lips, tasting it as well. It was delicious. Straight boy jizz.
But it was my turn to cum now. The boys had had their fun. I grabbed the dolls and sat them on the couch. “Sit down,” I said, and watched as the two naked men had a seat at my couch, their little dolls sitting in the middle of them.
“Put your feet up.” Both men placed their tired feet onto my coffee table.
I started with Aaron first. I grabbed his cleats and gently tugged them off his feet. I noticed that he, like Mats, were not wearing kneepads or shin guards–perhaps they had taken them off before I ordered them to come here.
His red socks were wrinkled, and stuck to his feet, due to the amount of sweat. His soles were darkly colored. I took his shoe and inhaled it. It smelled amazing. A deep, rich foot odor came from it. It was damp on the inside, with bits of grass stuck to its interior. I closed my eyes and inhaled some more, loving each breath.
I tossed the shoe aside and proceeded to peel back Aaron’s red socks, starting at the top. I slowly dragged them down, revealing his white ankle first, then, inch by inch, revealing his foot until finally, I took them off his toes. His toes were slightly beat up, especially the small toe, but if his shoe had a rich odor, then his bare, naked feet had it twice as much.
His whole foot was sticky with sweat, and it smelled absolutely amazing. I let my tongue roll against his bare sole. His foot was rough, as I imagined a professional football player’s to be, but I loved every inch of it. He had an athletic, strong foot, with amazing toes, and a nice, smooth arch. I opened my eyes and glanced at his dead face as I sucked on his toes, one by one. I sucked away at the ball of his foot, and used my teeth to scrape away at a light callous I found there. I licked his arch like a popsicle, grinning as I did so. His foot now covered in my saliva, I went to Mats.
I tore his cleat off his foot, and like Aaron, his foot smelled sweaty, dirty, possibly even stronger. His sock was matted and wet too, with blades of grass stuck to it. I held his shoe up to my face, and my eyes rolled up as I smelled his sweet foot odor. I was in heaven! Mats looked on in a hypnotized stupor as I breathed in his shoe like a gas mask.
“Mmmmmm,” I said to myself.
I then grabbed his green sock, and peeled it away, wondering what I would find. I slid it over the ankle, and got excited as I revealed his warm, ruddy colored foot. Mats had a strong foot, like Aaron’s, with strong toes. I brushed my hand on the top of his foot. His foot had a stronger arch than Aaron’s, and was wider, but also softer, with thick patches of skin on the heel. It smelled strongly of funk, especially under the toes, which I allowed my tongue to taste. It was salty, causing my nose to wrinkle, but my cock shivered with delight.
I held his limp foot to my face, and began sucking at the heel hungrily, then moving up to the arch, painting it with my tongue in broad strokes. I did it again and again. I nibbled on his pretty toes, which had taken some damage from the game, while staring at his frozen, mesmerized face. I wondered if both men were ticklish.
After I was done licking every inch of his beautiful foot, and sucking all of his toes, I laid his foot back down on the table, wet with my saliva and his own foot sweat.
I picked up both of their feet, Aaron’s left and Mats’ right, and began worshipping both of them. They both tasted sweaty, salty, funky, but god did it turn me on. They neither looked at me with their vacant eyes or said anything, as I licked both of their feet together, my nostrils filling with the smell, lapping away at their feet like a dog.
It was time.
I grabbed both of their naked feet, and sat on the edge of the table. Using both of their manly, wet and smelly feet, I began to give myself a footjob, while both of them stared on like braindead zombies.
As soon as I felt their rough soles touch my cock, my back arched and I moaned like an animal. Their hot, sticky feet felt amazing on my penis, and I began to rub my cock harder with them, using their soles to press on my cock like a gas pedal. I felt fire rip through my body.
“Oh god,” I brayed, “nnnnffff! This is so … amaazing!” I was panting, breathlessly, as I pushed my cock over and over again with their feet, using them as a toy to crush my cock. I jerked my cock off harder and harder with their soles, even using their pliable toes to rub against the bottom of my shaft. My heart pounding, my chest beating hard, I could feel myself approach climax.
“Oh god oh god oh god oh FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKK!!”
I screamed as I exploded at the groin, white streams of semen shooting out of my dick like meteors, splashing all over both of their naked feet. I panted, hard, moaning even harder, as the orgasm seemed to overtake my whole body, their beautiful feet continuing to masturbate me, harder, faster, harder.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” I cried, as I wet their toes and soles with jizz, while the two men looked on in a daze, no idea that their own feet were being used to jerk off a pervert like myself.
Finally, it was done. I sighed, wearily, as I my dick deflated, swollen and spent. I still held onto both of their feet and squeezed my cock even more with them, eking out every last drop of cum I could. I was sweating.
“Awaken,” I said.
“Fuck you, you fucking sick fuck! If I ever get my hands on you–” said Aaron.
Mats cursed at me in German, tears welling up in his eyes at his humiliation. “Be still.” They went back to their frozen, dumbfounded expressions. Their feet were covered with jizz, their own genitals covered with their own jizz.
And at the center were the dolls. Still, quiet, naked.
But far, far from lifeless. Yes, it was just the beginning for me and my real dolls. I loved how silent and vacant and empty Aaron and Mats were as I contemplated their fates.
The real games would begin soon.
