I woke to the sharp, intense pain of Henry slamming his heels into my midsection as hard as he could, knocking the breath out of me just like he’d promised.
After four or five sharp kicks, he used his muscular legs to shove me off the foot of the bed, causing me to hit my head painfully on a nearby dresser on the way down. Despite my best effort, I had succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep sometime just a few hours before. Henry gleefully delivered my punishment for having stopped massaging his feet as he said he would.
As the other two began stirring from their sleep, Henry slid forward and planted his tanned bare feet firmly onto my face, stomping down hard and distorting it for entertainment. “Where’s my ‘good morning’ worship, fag?” he taunted. Charlie’s socks were still in my mouth, and he had ordered me to keep them there. I did my best to swallow them even deeper into my throat so I could kiss Henry’s feet as best I could, hoping that kisses would be enough to satisfy him since my tongue was buried under Charlie’s socks. I worshiped the young shirtless jock to the best of my ability until he got bored of me. He hopped off the bed by forcefully landing with both feet onto my stomach, and walked into the kitchen to eat breakfast.
Sam was next to slide to the edge of the bed. Wasting no time, he plopped his feet onto my chest and my face and stood up with his full weight on me, not unlike I once fantasized he would do during our summer as “friends” before Charlie and Henry had returned from their vacations. That summer seemed like eons ago, rather than just 8 months ago.
“You better not let me fall off, fag,” he said happily as he shifted his weight around, riding me like a snowboard. Obediently, I did the best I could using my hands to hold up his two legs so he could trample me more easily. Eventually, he too lost interest and used my skull as a stepping stone on his way to the kitchen.
Finally, Charlie sat up and slid to the end of the bed. Dangling his perfect feet inches above my face, the shirtless jock smiled sadistically down at me, still hazy with sleepiness as he observed his new slave on the floor below him. Slowly but firmly, he lowered his left foot onto my neck and planted his right foot on my forehead, gripping me with his toes and keeping my head angled up to him, despite the pressure of his left foot choking me.
“Don’t cough until I say you can,” he ordered me. Immediately, he started adding intense pressure onto my neck with his left foot, using his right to keep my head in place. I fought the urge to squirm and cough, gagging on his dank socks still lodged deep into my throat. Charlie kept bouncing his left foot up and down on my neck, making it almost impossible to not cough up his socks with each stomp. As my chest started to spasm, he moved his right foot onto my nose and mouth, pinning my head back and completely cutting me off from any oxygen, all the while smiling with delight at my obedience.
“Not yet,” he said, as my body struggled more and more for relief. I could feel my consciousness start to wane as he continued his painful domination over me. As I looked up at him, I willed every cell in my body to fully submit to him and allow him to trample my neck and face for as long as he wanted, wanting desperately to please him.
Finally, from above, I heard him say “Now” as he removed his right foot from my mouth and stomped my neck almost completely flat with his left. I coughed up his sweaty socks and gasped for air, holding my neck, hoping the bruising wouldn't be too bad when I got home to my parents.
Charlie smiled when he saw the socks, knowing that I had obeyed his order to keep them in my mouth all night. “Good slave,” he said to me as he slid fully off the bed by planting both feet onto my skull with his full weight. I was afraid my head might burst like a watermelon as he stepped off and joined the others in the kitchen for breakfast. Despite the pain, I was relieved I had pleased him again. The way he smiled down at me and said “Good slave” echoed over and over in my mind as I picked myself off the hardwood floor and headed to the kitchen.
As quietly as I could, I poured myself a bowl of cereal and moved to sit with my new masters at the table. Immediately, Henry said “Oh hell no, you should know how this works by now.”
He forcefully grabbed my bowl and plopped it down by his feet under the table. “Slaves eat at our feet, not at our table,” he said to gleeful smiles from the other two. As I crawled under the small table to settle at their feet, Henry grabbed the spoon I was holding. “And you won’t be needing this down there either.”
I settled onto the floor, with Henry’s underwear at eye-level. Was that a semi-hard on I noticed? Did he get turned on by tormenting me? I didn’t have much time to consider that before Henry plopped his bare foot into my cereal bowl and lifted it back up to my face with some of the frosted flakes sticking to his sole and milk dripping down.
“Because we’re generous, we’ll feed you your breakfast just the way you like it,” he said as Sam and Charlie almost choked on their food laughing. I couldn’t believe this was my new life now. These were my peers treating me this way, and they had complete power over me. Resigning to my new reality, I placed my lips on Henry’s bare foot and slurped up all the cereal and milk that I could to hoots of laughter from all three of them. I was vaguely aware that Sam was filming on his phone.
“Want some more?” Henry asked me sadistically as he dipped his foot into my bowl again. When I didn’t answer, he said louder, “I asked you a question, fag!”
“Yes,” I said meekly, knowing that was the only answer he would accept. As I licked his foot clean, I felt Sam add his foot to the back of my head from the other side of the table, smashing my face into Henry’s sole. All in all, I ate maybe five or six flakes of cereal, and I knew I was lucky to get even that many. Next, Henry slid the bowl across to Sam’s feet so he could also have a turn tormenting me.
“Why don’t you get in there and finish your breakfast?” Sam asked me. I obediently lowered my head to the bowl so he could forcefully stomp my head into what was left and grind my face to the bottom like he was giving me a swirly. I choked and coughed, spilling the rest of the milk all over the floor.
“What do you say?” Sam asked me, smiling, after he finally allowed me to come up for air.
“Thank you,” I said weakly, allowing him to humiliate me to his satisfaction.
“Clean that up while we get ready,” Charlie ordered me. The three of them got up and began dressing for our second and final ski day of the trip. I counted myself lucky I was allowed to clean up the mess with a paper towel rather than being forced to lick it off the floor.
An hour later, the four of us met Sam’s parents at the bottom of the ski hill.
“Did you boys have fun last night?” his mom asked us.
“Oh yeah, we had TONS of fun,” Henry said, smirking. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Sam’s mom told us they were going to stay in their friend’s cabin for our third and final night there and that they’d see us tomorrow morning to pack up and head out. As I watched his parents ski away at the end of the conversation, I knew this meant another 24 hours of pure torment.
……….
The ski day passed pretty much the same as the day before. I did my best to keep up with them, but they were in another league. At one point, I had taken an easy path to the bottom while the three of them did a complicated trail through the trees that took much longer, meaning I reached the bottom first for once.
As I waited for them on the side, all the sudden I felt someone forcefully shove me into a tree, almost fully knocking me over. I turned and realized Charlie had reached the bottom before the other two.
“Open your mouth,” he said imperiously. Without even thinking, I immediately obeyed. Even with other people around, he grabbed my head with both hands, forced me down to my knees, and angled my face to look up at him. He leaned in and spat into my mouth twice, then forced my jaw shut. That was the first of many times that I dutifully received Charlie’s spit after being ordered to open my mouth for him.
When he saw me swallow, he smiled and said, “Good slave. That’s right. You belong to me. I own you now. You’re my property to do with as I please. I expect your full devotion. Do you understand?” His message was clear: I am to serve all three of them, but Charlie is my ultimate master. My true loyalty lies with him. My new and only purpose is to serve as his pleasure. He may lend me out to the others, but at the end of the day, they don’t really own me. He does.
I gulped and nodded.
“I said, do you understand?” he asked again menacingly.
“Yes, sir.” It was the first time I addressed him as such. I didn’t even think about it - it just came out naturally. It clearly pleased him as he smiled satisfyingly.
“Good slave.”
Right as the others caught up, Charlie slid me a granola bar quickly so they wouldn't see. He must have noticed how little I got to eat at breakfast. I understood that it was my reward for pledging my loyalty to him and him only. That was the first time I realized that I might love this master who would use me cruelly for years to come. I was fully his. My only desire was to please him and serve him exactly how and when he commanded me. Of course, my first desire was always to be his friend - an equal. But I had come to terms with the fact that that was never going to happen. This perfect, devilishly handsome, athletic, charming jock would never be actual friends with someone like me. My place was under his feet and swallowing his spit and enduring whatever other tortures he ordered me to for his pleasure and entertainment. Soon, being used by him would become my ultimate source of pride. It was a privilege for me to be his devoted slave, and he knew it.
…..
The end of the ski day followed a similar pattern as the day before. I was ordered to approach the couch on my knees where the three of them sat. Starting with Charlie, I dutifully removed his ski boots for him and was forced to inhale the heavy, sweaty stench of each boot until I almost passed out. They still enjoyed aiming quips and slurs at me about how much of a fag I was, but they also chatted amongst themselves while I was serving them, like I wasn’t even there.
I was getting used to each of their unique, manly stenches. In between boots, I was treated to slaps and kicks from my masters, mostly Henry. In one of these instances, after I had finished inhaling Henry’s second boot for 5 minutes, Henry lifted his foot from its position holding my head down into the boot.
“Look at me,” he commanded him as I coughed and gulped for air. I looked up into the sparkling green eyes of the stocky, devilishly handsome jock and he immediately slapped my face as hard as he could. I staggered back grunted in pain. “What do you say?” he asked me, his eyes sparkling.
“Thank you, Henry,” I said, showing my submission to his abuse as I straightened up in case he wanted to hit me again.
He slapped me again, this time harder, with his other hand. “How do you address your master?” he demanded. I knew he wanted me to call him “sir”, but I was afraid Charlie might take it as a sign that my highest devotion didn’t belong to him. I quickly glanced at Charlie and saw him give an almost imperceptible nod as he smiled cruelly at me. He was giving me permission.
“Thank you, sir,” I said to Henry, which caused him and Sam to crack up. Sam decided to get in on the fun next. He leaned forward and dragged me towards him by my shirt until I was kneeling right in front of him. He slapped my face as hard as he could four times, each time making me thank him, before forcing my head to inhale the stench out of his own boots.
Once the three of them were satisfied I had had enough of their boots, I assumed my position flat on my back so they could all shove their sweaty socks on my face and neck, commanding me to lick and smell. They enjoyed themselves as they smushed my face around, distorting it for their entertainment and stomping on it to hear my grunts of pain.
All three of them made me remove their socks with my mouth, then forced me to hold still with my mouth open while they wrang out the additional manly sweaty moisture that remained, ordering me to swallow.
I did everything they commanded of me without question or complaint this time. I wanted to show them that I understood my new place as their slave. The more compliant I was, the more cruel and humiliating their treatment of me became. I could tell that all three of them thoroughly enjoyed torturing me, past just the level of juvenile entertainment. They each seemed to get a deeper level of satisfaction by dominating me and watching me submit to them. I thought about Henry’s semi erection that morning, and realized that these dominant masters were born to treat people like me this way. These alphas were turned on when they were dominating me cruelly and, the more I submitted to their torture, the more they seemed to enjoy it mercilessly.
I had been serving, smelling, and worshiping at their feet for over an hour, allowing them to abuse me and degrade me to their heart’s content. Finally, I heard Sam order me to sit up.
By this time of the year, soccer season was wrapping up and wrestling season was getting started. Sam and Henry were the two stars on the wrestling team, and they decided that they would use me in a new way. Sam told me I would get to serve as their human rag doll as they practiced moves and pins on me.
“On your stomach,” Sam ordered me. I obeyed, laying face down on the carpet. I felt Sam’s muscular right leg wrap around the front of my neck and hook around his other leg. He had put my head in a headlock with his legs. All of a sudden, I felt intense pressure on the back of my head as Sam sat upright on it with all his weight, crushing my neck with his right leg between my neck and the floor. Then without warning, I felt Sam lean forward and arch his legs backward, using the full strength of his body to cause my spine to curve backward at an extreme angle and exposing my face upwards, towards Henry and Charlie who were still sitting on the couch.
I automatically called out in pain. This was already too much for my skinny weak body.
“Shut the fuck up, faggot,” Henry commanded as he and Charlie used this opportunity to plant their bare feet on my trapped face while Sam’s legs held it in place facing up to them. “Lick, slave,” he ordered as he and Charlie stomped my head back into Sam’s ass. I licked like my life depending on it, still grunting from the unbelievable pain. I could barely breathe with Sam’s leg still constricting my neck, but I knew that begging would make it worse. Charlie was cracking up and filming the whole incident on his phone.
“Choke on my toes,” Henry ordered. I opened my mouth wide for him and he shoved as much of his foot as he could deep into down my throat. I started choking, coughing and gagging to laughs from all three of them, with Charlie still filming. Finally Sam released me, allowing me to sit up, gasping for air and cradling my sore neck.
“That was pathetic,” Sam said. “You barely lasted 30 seconds.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said. “I’ll try to do better.”
“It looks like we have a lot of training to do,” Henry said, looking at Sam who nodded sadistically. “You need to be able to withstand much more if you’re going to be any use as our training rag doll.”
As he said the last part, he moved toward me and straddled me, immediately wrapping his two muscular legs around either side of my head and slamming his body to the floor, causing my entire body to arch painfully and go down with him. He began squeezing my head with his two meaty thighs so hard I instinctively grabbed his legs, trying to pull them apart.
“Take it, bitch,” he ordered menacingly, and I forced my brain to recall my arms and submit to his torment. Charlie took this opportunity to plant his feet on my trapped face again, ordering me to worship them, which I did to the best of my ability. After around 30 more seconds, Charlie removed his feet and gave again the order that would become his (and my) favorite over the years: “Open your mouth.”
I could barely hear him over the sound of the blood rushing in my head, but I obediently opened while Charlie leaned in and again spat into my mouth. “Keep it open,” Charlie ordered, gesturing in Sam’s direction. Laughing incredulously, Sam leaned in and spat in my mouth also. Henry spat down at me next, but from his position above me, he missed slightly and his spit ended up splattered all across my face.
“No worries,” Charlie said, smiley cruelly. He and Sam planted their bare feet on my face again, rubbing Henry’s spit all over and ordering me to stick out my tongue to clean their soles further.
“Keep worshiping,” Charlie ordered me. I complied as best I could. After around another 15 seconds, I could feel my body truly start to give in and my consciousness wane. I couldn’t fight it. I passed out.
…..
When I woke, it felt like hours had gone by. After some orientation, I realized I was back under their blanket at the foot of their bed with the three jocks’ heavy, muscular feet weighing down on me. I was gagged again, this time with someone’s socks wrapped around my face as well as lodged deep in my throat. I tried to move my arms and realized they were tied securely behind my back. I was laying on my side with my body facing my masters.
One of them must have noticed I started moving, because he slid down to the foot of the bed, keeping one leg on my neck, until he was sitting on my neck again, forcing my face into his crotch. I looked up and saw Charlie again, shirtless, smiling down at his newest toy. Like Henry, I noticed a bulge in his underwear. He reached down and untied the socks gagging me and removed them. I looked up silently at him, awaiting his order.
“You disobeyed me today,” he said, leaning forward more and adding more pressure to my neck, straddling it with all his weight like he was riding a weak, skinny horse.
Alarmed and confused, I tried to protest. “Charlie, I did everything you-”
He interrupted me by slapping my face as hard as he could. “Don’t talk back to me. I ordered you to keep worshiping me when Henry had you in that headlock. I wasn’t done with you yet. You passed out. You disobeyed your master.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said desperately.
“‘Sorry’ won’t get you out of your punishment,” he said, smiling cruelly. “Stay still.”
He slid forward, once again sitting directly on my face while grasping my hair tightly to force my head in place. I braced, waiting for more farts to inhale, but Charlie just sat there, suffocating me with his muscular ass.
“Smell it,” I heard him order quietly but sternly from above. I quickly breathed as deep as I could, dutifully inhaling his sweaty stench. He burrowed my face even deeper into his ass, not showing any signs of moving off. I really started to suffocate now, desperate for oxygen. My body started to spasm again, my muscles twitching violently with my arms still tied firmly behind my back. I began to worry he would really kill me, and I accepted my fate. I would willingly die at the hands of my master if he ordered it. My purpose was to serve him, and he had ordered me to lie still while he sat on my face, even if it meant the end of my life. Finally, at the last second, he slid off my face, allowing me to gulp in fresh air.
Again, without a word, Charlie slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. This time I was really worried I had displeased him. I would do anything to win his approval back. All I wanted was to serve at his pleasure. I heard him pissing in the toilet again, followed by the sound of a small splash. I noticed I didn’t hear the sound of the toilet flushing. Finally, he came back to the bed, holding something that was sopping wet.
“Time for your real punishment. Open your mouth.”
I opened as wide as I could. Smiling, he shoved his piss-soaked sock, fresh from being dunked into the toilet bowl, into my throat, jamming it as deep as he could. The taste was revolting, but I forced myself to take it willingly.
“Close your mouth and suck on it,” Charlie ordered. I did as he said, swallowing mouthfuls of his pee like I was sucking on a popsicle. This seemed to please him. He patted my cheek. “You know the drill. It better still be in there in the morning.”
I watched as the beautiful shirtless jock crawled back over me into his position on the bed and replaced his perfect soles on my head and neck.
Without being ordered to, I began kissing my master’s soles, and I didn’t stop until the morning.
Part 3 coming soon…
