by Tony
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Part 1-
I think one of the best times of my life started out as one of the scariest. I was just starting college and was looking forward to being away from home and starting a new life (even if that life meant studying and trying real hard not to piss Mom & Dad off while spending their hard earned bucks on tuition, books and a dorm room). My first day was cool and since I had decided to play football that year (yeah I'm gay, but I love to play football. And I'm pretty damn good too). I already knew some of the seniors and a few of the juniors and sophomores on the team from earlier meetings before school even started. They helped to point me to the right registration tables, which classes were easiest, etc. And so the first day was pretty uneventful. The next day was by far, a bit more interesting.
Part 2-
After classes the next day, I was supposed to report to Coach Hammon's office at 4:50pm for my first practice and meeting. Now I love to play football, as I've said, but one of the best (if not the best) fringe benefits of playing college football is, of course, the college athletes! My GOD there was some eye candy in that locker room. I had always enjoyed high school football because of all the cuties I played with, but they just don't compare to the "filled-out" strapping young bucks that play in college. We had 7 seniors and 9 juniors on the team, along with 7 sophomores and 7 freshmen, including myself.
Coach Hammon seemed like a nice guy and he gave us all the drill about not missing practices, what he expected from each of us and how far we could all go if we'd simply play like a team. He said there would be a "players only" meeting after practice and that was that! Once Coach Hammon finished he wished us all good luck (which I thought was odd (why would we need luck for a "Players only" meeting?) and left the locker room.
I had a good practice and soon we all reported back to the locker room. Chris Stein was the senior quarterback (and a GOD, I might add) and he stepped up onto the bench so that everyone could see him. I immediately looked at his huge feet (probably a size 11 or 12) trapped in his off white athletic socks. See I have this fetish for the male foot and his feet looked mighty fine to me. Anyway, Chris introduced the seniors, juniors and sophomores to all us freshmen and said that since we were the new guys, we had to listen to whatever they said. He proceeded to tell us that "Hazing" was something that the school didn't tolerate, but that the tradition at this particular school was to make freshmen participate in a hazing-like activity. It was no big deal, but in order to truly become a member of the football team, all freshmen were required to participate. It would only last for a few months and they promised that no one would get hurt much.
"Seriously, though, we're not gonna hurt any of you delicate little flowers, but if you don't do what we say, and no questions asked, you're off the team. Coach Hammon trusts his players and if we say you go, trust me, you'll go. So listen up, and listen good, I'm only saying this once!"
I immediately liked Chris. He was so hot. His big blue eyes and a body to die for, and those feet ... my my my! I'd do anything he said, that's for sure.
Well, boy was I to get my wish.
Part 3-
Chris continued to stand on the bench and quickly ordered all of the sophomores out of the locker room. One of the juniors closed and locked the door.
"Okay," Chris began, "Here's the drill," "We have 16 seniors and juniors combined and since we've been with the team the longest, we get a few more special treatments than the rest of you."
"The sophomores went through this last year, and we threatened them with it again this year if they warned of any of you, so that's why they've been sent away. Now, what we need from you is simple. Like I said, this won't hurt as long as you do what you're told. We need all of you to become our slaves! Simple as that."
We all looked a bit dumbfounded--wondering if we heard him correctly.
"You heard me right girls. We need slaves to help us out for the first two months of the season. When you're assigned a junior or a senior, you'll do whatever that junior or senior requests of you, no questions asked. Is that clear?" Chris asked all of us, but looking at no one in particular. "I said, is that clear?" He boomed.
I believe we all shook our heads in unison.
"Okay, that's better. Now then, as you can see--and hopefully since you've made it to college--you can count that we only have 7 freshmen but we've got 16 'slave-masters' here." . Chris said smugly and waved his arm to all the guys standing behind him. "Two of you are gonna be lucky enough to have to put up with only one of these guy's shit, but the rest of you--you're gonna be assigned two of us to take care of. Now let's get on with this shit," Chris said. "As I call your name out, raise your hand and I'll tell you who you get. Then go stand next to your master, alright? Any questions?"
No one said a word.
"Okay then," Chris had made it to down the list to about the 3rd guy before he got to me. "Jason Smith," he said. I raised my hand slowly. "You get Mike Lance he's a senior."
I scanned the back wall and found Mike Lance. He was about 6' 2", with light brown hair and brown eyes. He was very cute, but I was too scared to think about it for long. I went over to Mike and stood next to him. Chris resumed his roll call. As he got closer to the bottom, I knew that I was going to have to be a 'slave' for two players, because there was no way he wouldn't get back to me again. As a matter of fact, I thought quickly and knew I'd be next to the last one called on the second go 'round.
"Okay, I've got three names left" Chris said· "And to make it a little more interesting, I've got the only three players left that still need another slave. I'm gonna put those names in a helmet and let you pull your own player's name out. That way, you can't say we didn't give you a chance to become a slave to your choice of a player." He laughed a little when he said that last bit.. "Okay, I've got Larry Hobbs, Jason Smith and Jack Kline left to pick. Reach in and get a name. Larry went first and it was at that exact moment that I realized Chris himself hadn't been picked yet. He was so cute. I wondered if I'd get his name. He seemed nice, but I was still afraid of all of them! Larry gave his name to Chris to read out. "Max Danvers, he's a junior. Whose next?"
I slowly approached the football helmet and reached in. I didn't even look at it; I just handed it to Chris.
"Chris Stein, that's me. Get behind me punk." He said.
I did as I was told and Jack Kline reached in for the last name. Chris took the last name and looked at it. "Okay, Kerry Johnson. He's a senior. Go on, get going," He told Jack and pushed him away lightly on the ass with his foot. "You know who your masters are. You're now their property, so do what they tell you. Only your master can order you to do something. If another senior or junior approaches you and asks you to do something for them, it has to be approved by your master before you do can anything. Is that clear?" he asked. "If you squeal to the headmaster, you're off the team. If you squeal to Coach Hammon, you're off the team. If you don't answer us with 'sir', you're off the team. If you don't kiss my ass when I tell you to, then you're off the team. Okay girls that's it. Don't be late for practice tomorrow."
We all started to leave and Chris quickly boomed· "Oh yeah, fellas. Welcome to the team!" Everyone laughed. Everyone but the freshmen that is.
Part 4-
I was on my way out when Chris called me back. "Don't leave yet okay," He said. "I need to talk to you. You seemed pretty scared in there, you okay?"
"Yes sir." I said a little shakily.
"Look, we all talk a lot of shit, but we're not really gonna hurt ya any, I swear. Granted you won't like the things we ask you to do for us, but it'll be over in two months and then, you're your own person again. Cool?"
"Yes sir, thank you sir." I whispered.
"Mike's cool too. He's a little wide open, but he won't do anything bad, probably make you do his research work and wash his car. Shit like that."
With that, I was done for the day and went back to my dorm. I didn't sleep a wink.
Part 5-
The next day, which was Saturday, Mike and Chris came to my dorm room and banged on the door at 7:45 sharp.
"Get up and answer the door," I could hear Mike shout.
"Come on, its Saturday. We've got places to go and things to do," Chris snickered.
I got up and opened the door. They both walked in and shut it behind them. "We haven't showered yet so we're using your place," Mike said.
He proceeded to remove his shorts and shirt and socks and shoes. He walked right into the bathroom and got in the shower. He just stood there after turning on the water and looked at me. "Could you come here please?" he motioned with his finger. "I need you to wash my back please, I can't reach it."
I did as he asked and kinda liked it. He had a really hot body. Very nice ass and killer abs.
"Now my arms and shoulders." He stood there with his arms spread out like a cross. I washed his shoulders and arms. He put his foot (about a size 12) up on the side of the tub and wiggled his toes. "In between the toes please." He said.
I again, did as I was asked.
"The other foot too buddy." He said, sticking his foot up towards my face. Once I had finished I got him a towel.
"Where's your bath mat?" Mike said sharply. "I don't have one sir,"
"Well now that you've washed my feet, you don't expect me to put them down on your nasty bathroom floor do you?"
"No sir. What would you like me to put there?"
"Just lay down stupid."
I just looked at him. Surely he didn't intend to use me as a bathmat? Use me with those gorgeous feet. I laid down on the floor.
"On your stomach," He said. "Unless you want me to dry my feet on your face, bitch."
I rolled over on my stomach and Mike stepped out of the shower right onto my back. He put one foot square in my back and the other on my ass. It hurt a bit, but I felt like I was gonna shoot my load then and there. I could tell I had sprung a boner and I'd probably be killed if Mike saw my hard on. What in the hell was I gonna do?
"You make a nice mat there Jason," he said. "Hey Chris, you gotta come see this."
Chris got up from the bed where he'd been sitting and came into the bathroom. By then, Mike had removed his left foot from my back but his right one was still planted squarely on my ass.
"Look, I'm Tarzan.," Mike smiled slyly and raised his arms above his head to show of his biceps.
Chris walked right up to me and squatted down. He was a good 3 inches from my face and he was wearing his sandals with white socks. "You look like you're sort of enjoying this." He said.
"No sir." I lied. "Just doing what I'm told sir."
"Well it appears that you're enjoying it to me." Chris snickered. He stood up and took off his sandals. "Smell this.." He said and shoved his left socked-foot right up next to my nose. "I wore these in practice yesterday. Whataya think?"
"I'm not sure sir."
"You're not sure? Whataya mean, you're not sure?"
"I'm not sure what I should say to you sir?"
"Just tell me if they smell good."
"Yes sir. They smell good."
"What about the other one?" he said and shoved it up under my nose.
"Yes sir, they both smell fine."
They both laughed a little and looked down at me.
"Turn over." Chris ordered.
"Sir?" I said.
"I said turn over!"
God I was terrified. They would see how excited I really was and probably beat the shit outta me for it! I slowly turned over and lay on my back.
"What's this here?" Mike said as he raised his foot and slowly lowered it 'til it rested on my throbbing cock. He smeared his foot around on my cock. It felt incredible.
"I apologize sir. I don't know why this has happened." I said with fear in my voice.
"I do." Chris said. "It's because you like it." Chris moved his foot over my face and brought it down roughly. He forced me to smell his sock and lick the bottom of his foot. He smeared it around my face and forced his foot into my mouth. I was ordered to suck his sock. I sucked his sock and the flavor was wonderful. Between Chris's foot in my mouth and Mike crushing my dick with his foot, I was sure to explode in record time. Chris removed his foot and quickly jammed his other foot into my mouth. I sucked it as well and could feel my pleasure rising. Oh God, I was close.
"Grab his legs Mike." I heard Chris say. The next thing I know, I was being lifted and carried towards the bed. They laid me on my back on the floor in front of my bed and then they both sat down. Chris stuck both feet in my face and left them there. He gave me no instructions but I greedily began sniffing and licking his socks. Mike also stretched out and placed his bare feet on my stomach and chest.
"You like that don't you?" Mike asked. Since my face was full of Chris' feet, I could only nod. "Yeah we thought so." Mike said.
Chris removed his feet from my mouth and took both of his socks off. He dropped them onto my face and began working the socks into my mouth with his toes. "Suck on those socks for awhile."
He rested his feet gently on my neck as I did his bidding. Mike got up and stepped on my chest as he walked over to my dresser. He pulled open the bottom drawer and he looked through my papers and personal stuff. He pulled out a piece of paper and walked back over to where I still lay on the floor. He made the effort to step on me again as he sat back down on the bed.
As he looked down at me, he smiled and said. "Do you know what I've got here?"
My mouth still stuffed with Chris' socks; I could only shake my head no. "This, my sock-sniffing, foot-licking little friend, is a copy of an e-mail that we found left in your registration notebook. It's an e-mail to an on-line Male Foot Organization. I think it means that you're queer and into men's feet. You can correct me if I'm wrong on this."
Oh no, I thought to myself. I had printed that off of a friend's computer right before I came to registration that morning and I'd forgotten I'd left it folded up in my notebook. I'd left it with my books when I picked up my football uniform and it had been there the whole time we'd been practicing. Anyone could've found it, and it appears that someone did. Oh shit·I'm dead meat.
"We found this in your notebook while Coach Hammon was talking to you about your fees and locker assignment and combination." Mike said.
"You've been set up my little foot fag!" Chris chimed in.
"We've had you lined up to be our slave since before practice yesterday. Sorry, it was just to good to pass up." Mike chuckled.
Oh shit. I'm so dead. I could feel my hard on start to wither and die ... like I'd soon be doing myself.
"Don't worry though." Mike said. "You're safe with us."
Huh?? Not only was I confused, but actually dumbfounded too. Was I hearing things?
"See, Chris and I are both gay and knew that you were too. We fixed the roll call so that you'd become our slave and no one else's," Mike explained. "We had every intention of making you sweat it out for as long as we could, but now that you know, we'll keep our little secret amongst ourselves. Let's have some fun, huh?" Mike chortled.
And fun we had too ... even after the first two months! We were all into each other's feet for the rest of that year. I wonder what ever happened to Mike and Chris? Wherever they are, I'm sure they've got some young, hot foot slave lapping at their toes at this very moment.
