The straight jocks would come in from football

Off come the socks

I’d be trying not to stare at their manly sweaty feet in shin pads

One would notice

One would look over, I’d look away

They’d carry on their macho conversation

Then he’d spot me again

And would ask what I’m looking at

I’d deny

The others would now be paying attention

There’d be 5/6

All mid 20’s

Fit bodies

Big feet

All at this point in various states of undress

But all in shin pads

The main guy would say to the others ‘I think we’ve got a faggot here lads, I’ve seen him staring at my feet!’

The others would laugh and shake their heads

The ringleader would come over and lift his foot to within an inch of my face

Then he’s say 'you like that fag’

Then he’d spot my hardon

'Fuckin ell guys he really does like it, he’s getting fuckin lob on’

He says 'get on the floor’

I sit still like a statue

Then he grabs my hair and says 'Lay on the fuckin floor’

I comply

He rubs his feet on my face and mocks my increasing hardon

'If he likes them so much he can save the gym some water lads’

He instructs me to lick them clean

I comply, a little scared

The gang are laughing

Ringleader is pressing firmly on my face and telling me how pathetic I am for getting off on this

'Come on lads, let him clean yours too’

They take it in turns at forcing me to lick their feet clean

All are enjoying the ridiculousness

Ringleader keeps telling me to lick harder and clean better

And kicks me with his bare foot

'Look at his cock’

He presses his right foot very firmly on my cock (I’m in my shorts)

All have now had their feet satisfactorily cleaned

'This queer’s unbelievable’

'Right guys into the showers’

Ringleader picks up all the sweaty football socks from the floor

He tells me to sit on the bench

He rams one sock into my mouth

Uses another to tie it round my face to keep it in

It’s intoxicating

He uses the other socks to tie my legs together, wrists together and tie me to the bench

I can ’t move

He rips my vest, shorts and underwear off,

They are now un-wearable

I’m naked tied to the bench with 12 stinky football socks

The guys are showering, I can hear them messing around

They come out

Drying themselves , laughing at the hilarity of me tied there

Especially my raging hardon

They are all so hot and I watch as they dry and dress.

'Did you enjoy that?’

I can’t speak

They pack their bags

One of the lads says 'Are we going to leave him like that?’

Ringleader says 'fuck yeh, serves him right for perving’

All laugh

Ringleader says, 'come on guys let’s go’

They head towards the door, then the ringleader turns around and says 'hang on I need a slash’.

He approaches me, drops his shorts and underwear, stands on the bench and pisses all over me, leaving me utterly humiliated. They all leave.