Grand Prize Poker
by Allen Jack
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It was a normal Friday at work that consisted of me dreaming about my four sexy co-workers.
We all work in a warehouse filling orders throughout the day and receiving incoming shipments. I was by far the smallest in size and was always getting teased. During breaks they would all prop their legs on the table showing their work boots and their socks (which I couldn’t help looking). I think they kind of noticed because they would always make comments to each other telling how nice it would be to have someone under the control of their feet. Every once in a while someone would mention having me under their feet, of course I would always pretend I wasn’t listening. But deep down I always wanted to be under their feet. On Friday nights they would always get together and play poker at each other’s house, usually right after work. Today, I got a surprise of my life when Matt, the 25 y/o, 6’2’, blonde asked if I would like to come over for a game of poker. They needed an extra person for tonight’s game and thought I would do fine. I said no problem, and was told to be there at 5:30. I was so excited and couldn’t wait for the day to end.
Right after work, the other workers had already left and I was just closing up and left to join the others. I rang the door bell and Mark opened the door. “Come on in, relax and have a beer.” I sat down on the ottoman, which was the only place to sit. There were two guys on the sofa, one guy in each chair at each end with their legs stretch out. And here I was, sitting in the middle of all four guys with their work boots surrounding me; I just couldn’t help but look around to check each one of them. One thing I couldn’t figure out is why they need me if they have four people already.
Besides Matt, there was Russ, 35 y/o, 6’4”, 225, dark hair, five o’clock shadow, then came Frank, 43, 6’1”, 200, brown hair, then there was Bob, 54, 6’6”, 250, salt and pepper hair, very serious looking, but is the most easy going of the four. After about a half hour of small talk, Frank said, “Let’s get the game started.” And they all started to go into the kitchen. Matt motioned me to follow, so I got up and followed them into the study. It was a small room, plush carpet, a square four by five table with four chairs. They all sat down in a chair, and I stood waiting for someone to tell me where to sit. Frank said that they were starting a special game tonight and one of us would have to be the referee. I figured out that I would be the referee, but to my surprise, Frank told everyone to pick one card from the deck on the table. Each person took one card and held it face down. I took a card and look at it without revealing it. It was a six of spades, and I thought that there had to be a lower card. Everyone shows their card and mine was the lowest, so I was designated as the referee. I said, no problem, just let me know what I need to do. That’s when they told me that the name of the game was GRAND PRIZE POKER.
The referee will be placed lying on his back under the playing table waiting for the game to begin.
The object of the game is to be the first one to remove all your clothes becoming the grand prize winner. Grand Prize winner will have total control over the referee to do as he pleases.
The game consists of either five card draw, or Texas hold ‘em poker, with the winner getting one piece of article removed by the referee.
The referee will remove the items as follows:
Left Shoe, Right Shoe, Shirt, T-Shirt (if worn),
Belt, Pants, left sock, Right sock, then UNDERWEAR
SPECIAL PLAYING CARDS
One-Eyed Jack: Whenever a player is dealt a one-eyed Jack, he wins the right to force the referee to massage and worship his feet during the next game.
Suicide King: Whenever a player is dealt a suicide king, he has the right to force the referee to massage his crotch by forcing his head between the legs. ,
I couldn’t believe that this was happening; I pretended to object when Matt said that this is what I have been wanting all along. We noticed how you have been looking at our feet, and didn’t say anything when we talked about having someone under our control. If you don’t be our referee, we will make sure everyone else in the company knows your secret, so get busy and lay down under the table. With that, I crawled down and laid face up under the table. I slowly position my head to where it was centered in the middle of each player. They all kind of wiggled their feet to let me know they were beginning.
The first game was five card draw with matt dealing the cards. After all the cards were dealt, I heard Russ say, I bid five minutes., Bob and Frank called, then Matt said, I’ll raise you five minutes. Russ, Bob, and Frank all called, and then they indicated how many cards they needed. After the second set of cards was dealt, they all placed their hands on the table. Russ screamed out, I win, I win. He then looked under the table at me, and said boy, you are to remove my left shoe. I scooted over to where my head was next to his boot and began unlacing it. I was so excited; I couldn’t hide the bulge in my pants. After I unlaced the boot, I began to slip it off his foot and the aroma of his cowhide boot and his damp white cotton socks was overwhelming. I was able to see the contour of his feet pressed against his sock. As he began to wiggle his toes, he looked down at me and planted his socked foot right on my face. My nose was in between the middle toe and the ball of his foot. His size 14 covered my whole face and I just inhaled a big whiff and about passed out. He told the others that the highest bet was 10 minutes, so he told me that I had to sniff them for ten minutes while the other game is played. Bob got up to get everyone some more drinks and peeked down with a big grin. He said I can’t wait to win the entire game so I can make you mine. After a few minutes I was getting use to being in my position as the referee and enjoying every minute of it. Then he picked his foot up and started rubbing it all over my face, that’s when I grabbed his foot, started rubbing it, and sniffing every square inch of his socked foot. He pushed his foot into my face enjoying every minute of it.
The second game that was played was seven card studs. When explaining the rules, I found out that the minutes bet would be extra minutes should the winner of this game go on to be the grand prize winner. So that means that instead of two hours, the minutes would be added on. During the game I was still there sniffing and enjoying Russ’s socked foot when Frank called, “Suicide King”. Ok, I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I was sure that I would find out very shortly. Frank looked under the table and told me to get on my knees. I got on my knees which was no problem since the table was high enough, and he motioned me over towards him. He grabbed my head with his hand and pushed it into his crotch. He started moving my head it a rotating motioned telling me to nibble on his crotch. As I started nibbling on his crotch he began to get a hard dick and pushed my head harder into his crotch. I was able to feel the heat of his crotch through his pants that must have affected me because I started getting dizzy and excited. They continued playing the game with various bets of one to ten minutes per hand. I couldn’t quite hear who was winning the game with all the excitement under the table until I heard Russ screamed out, I win. So Frank took his hand off my head and I went over to Russ as he looked down with a shit eating grin saying to me, take off the other shoe bitch. This was the first time one of them referred to me as their bitch, so I know they are starting to treat me as their property. I have always wanted this to happen, but not in this way. I unlaced and took off his other boot and hand the same smell as the first one. This time I grabbed his foot and placed in to my face to slowly massage it with the small stubble of a beard on my face. I made sure I sniffed every square inch of his foot. Then he placed both feet on my face and rubbed them all over my feet. His two size fourteens were my dream come true, at that point, they could have done anything they wanted to me, and I would obey. I was theirs to command as they please.
During the third game, Matt called “One-eyed Jacks”, so again I had to wait for instructions. He looked down at me and told me to take off both his boots, worship his feet during the rest of the game. Then at the end of the game you have to put both boots back on. Now Matt’s feet looked like they are size 10 or 11, but as I removed the first boot, it looked like a size twelve, double wide. He had on light grey thick wool socks that didn’t seem as moist, but smelled heated leather. I took the other boot off and began rubbing them with my hands. He then placed one foot on my face and grabbed my arm to pull the rest of my body over towards him. He placed his other foot on my crotch and using his toes to feel the bulge in my pants. He crimped and wiggled his toes around the shaft of my cock making it bulge with agony, while rubbing his other foot over my face. His odor was more of a gentle lingering odor which made me wanting to take bigger breaths to get the full smell. He then placed both feet on my face and took turns rubbing them all over and I sniffed and worshipped every square inch. This was the second pair of feet tonight, and I can’t wait until I get the other two pairs.
Then the game finally ended and I heard, Frank yell, I win. Frank was the one that I had my face rubbing against his crotch from the last game. I could tell that he had a good size cock that I was nibbling on, and wondered if I would be able to take the whole thing. So I put matt’s boots back on hoping to get another chance at those gorgeous feet, and took Frank’s left boot off. His boot was more worn and used not like Matt’s and Russ’s which were a lot newer. I unlaced and removed frank’s boot and was overwhelmed by the smell. It was very pungent and the strongest foot odor of them all tonight. His sock was soaked but I grabbed his foot and placed it on my face. I started by taking a few small sniffs in order to get use to the smell, then as I adjusted to it I started taking longer, larger sniffs. It didn’t take long before I was enjoying every square inch of his foot. The game continued with the following winners in this order.
Game four winners: Matt, I removed his left boot
Game Five winners: Frank, I removed his right boot.
Game Six winner: Matt, I removed his right boot.
So there I was, under the table with my co-workers socked feet all around me with the exception of Bob. I kept on looking at bob’s feet and noticed that he had on black cowboy boots and looked well worn. I always love a man in a pair of cowboy boots, but he hasn’t won a single hand yet and I so wanted inside those boots.
Game seven winners, Matt: I got up from under the table and unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He had a nice tan, chiseled body, and a hair line going all the way down below his waist. After removing his shirt, he grabbed me towards his belly and rubbed my face into it and said, “This is just a sampling of what to expect when I win.” He then released me and I went under the table with my feet.
Game eight winners, Matt: I got up from under the table and while I was on my knees, Matt stood up and told me to remove his belt. I removed his belt, handed it to him, and then he wrapped the belt around my neck and said I won you for the next ten minutes, so come with me. Bob said that it was half time and time to have some more drinks. I didn’t know what was going on because I haven’t heard this in the rules. Russ said that it was a new rule they just made up and I had to comply. So with a belt around my neck like a collar and him holding the other end, I followed behind him on my hands and knees as he went into the bathroom. He made me unzip his pants, pulled down his underwear, and pull out his 8” cock. As I held it in my hand, I didn’t know what to expect next, until he said to aim it at the toilet while he pissed. When I held is cock in the position he began to piss like crazy. I have never seen anyone have such a huge piss stream; I could feel the heat from his cock. I stayed looking down at his cock during the pissing and thought what it would be like to have my mouth around his cock. After he stopped pissing, he told me to shake the drops off. I started shaking it up and down, and then he said faster. I started shaking it faster and faster like I was jerking him off when I noticed he was getting an erection. He then grabbed my head and said we still have five minutes so I want you to lick it clean. He pushed my head towards the end of his cock and told me to lick the head. I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked the head of his dick. It was a sweaty, salty taste which I thought was nice, so I started licking the sides, then slid my tongue up and down his shaft. He then pushed his balls towards me and I grabbed them and placed both of them in my mouth. I sucked on them for about one minute, and then he told me to put his cock back in his pants and get ready back to the game.
After getting back under the table, the guys were telling Matt that they were describing what they would do if they win the grand prize. Frank said that he would make him worship his socked feet, since that’s what he like, then make him beg to suck my cock. I would make him promise to be my bitch anytime I want to let him have the privilege of sucking my cock. Then I would take my socks and tie around his nose and mouth for a few more minutes, then keep him between my legs tending to my balls and cock. Russ said that he would make him suck his balls, then suck his cock slowly at first then speed it up. Only then will he allow me to worship his feet. Then I would lay him on the bed and squat on top of him, hitting him in the face with my dick until it was ready to be sucked again.
Bob said he would use me as his slut, and since he would have to do whatever I tell him, I would invite a couple of my friends to join in the fun. I know a couple of guys that their wives have been away for a couple of weeks on a retreat that haven’t had any action for a while and would love to get a good blow job.
Matt said that he would during the first hour have me do want I want, then the next hour I would command him to do what I wanted. Just in the bathroom, I made him take my cock out and hold it over the toilet while I pissed, then had him lick my dick and balls cleaned. I would make him to the same thing, except make him suck it after I pissed.
Now that I know what each one of them was going to do, I couldn’t decide who I wanted to win. I am thinking I would love Bob to win just to get to know his friends that he talked about.
Game Nine started and Bob got a one eyed jack. Bob was the only player without a win, so now I was finally going to get a look inside those boots. He shouted one eyed Jack and looked under the table with his evil grin and motions me to come over. By now I knew the routine, so I grabbed one boot and pulled it off. There was one of the sweetest feet I ever saw. It was perfectly shaped, perfect arch, and had that perfect musty aroma that only a boot can make. I don’t know what it is about cowboy boots, but they always keep the foot neatly shaped and a perfect scent. I rubbed his foot, and then proceeded to remove the second boot. There I was at the bottom of two nice looking size 13’s feet with argyle knee high socks. I slowly began to rub them both when he placed them both on my face. I thought I had died and went to heaven as I sniffed every little bit of his foot. I now know who I wanted to be the winner, and imagined if his friends wore cowboy boots also. I ended putting on Bob’s boots during the tenth game, hoping that I soon would take them off again.
Game Nine went to Russ and I removed his shirt
Game Ten went to Russ and I removed his belt. He wrapped his belt around me and guided me into the bedroom. He said be back in fifteen minutes. As we went into the bedroom he took me to the bed and laid me on my back. He tied my hands to each frame post and straddled over me. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulled his shorts down to reveal his 10” cock. He rubbed it all over my face and told me to open my mouth. He jammed his cock into my mouth and started pounding in and out as I felt his cock get bigger and bigger filling my mouth completely. I started sucking on his big cock as it was touching the back of my throat. I slurped and slurped as my saliva wetted his cock more as my mouth was too full to swallow it. After about ten minutes he froze in position, pushed his cock deep into my mouth and all I felt was seaman gushing in my mouth. Luckily with him not moving I was able to swallow the first stream, but then the second, third, and fourth stream came out just a the first. I struggled, but was able to swallow every bit. When fifteen minutes were up, he untied me, made me zip and button up his pants, and then he led me to the game table. I quietly took my place under the table.
It seems by now that a couple of hours had passed with no clear winner in sight. Russ said that there was a half hour show they wanted to watch and we should all go inside and watch. Then we can continue the game afterwards. They all started to go into the living room and motioned me to follow. This time the removed the foot stool and told me to lie down on the floor. Two of them sat on the couch, while the other two pulled the chairs in closer and sat down. They all placed their feet on me, and then Bob said to lick his boots. I have never licked boots before, but I proceed to lick each boot during the show. The others would take turns putting their feet on my face or crotch. Russ said to the other guys; see I told you he likes this, look at his pants. He’s getting excited and I think he should be our regular referee every week. He looked at me and said you would love that, wouldn’t you slave. I looked above and said yes masters. Frank suggested that we can each have him for one night during the week, which the rest of them agreed. Then he looked at me and said you will be ours to do with as we want, when we want, and who we want, do you understand. I said, yes masters.
After the show, we all went back to the game and I went under the table.
Game Eleven: Matt was the winner. I wasn’t expecting someone to come so close to winning the entire game, but he stood up, called me over and said, take them off, sucker. Now I already was in this position before so it was not big deal for me, but it was a pleasant surprise to see his big dick bulging under his shorts. He then went over to sit down while I went under the table. Now I was still moving from person to person to secretly get a whiff of their socked feet. When I lay in the middle I get a combination of everyone’s feet and makes me want to whip it out and jack off, but wasn’t allowed to.
Game Twelve: After the cards were dealt, Matt shouted out Suicide King. Now I knew what that was, and couldn’t help getting excited because I had just removed his pants. He motioned his hand at me and I slowly got to my knees and crawled over between his legs. He grabbed my head and started pushing it against his crotch. He told me to bite his dick and sniff it down to his balls. He told me to suck his balls through his shorts and continue going up and down during the game. At the end of the game, Bob shouted, I win. And I was so relieved; I was finally going to get one of his boots off. Bob was so excited he slipped his boot off immediately and told me to get down there and worship it. I didn’t’ hesitate one second as I crawled over there and grabbed his socked feet, placing it on my face. I took one of the biggest sniff I could muster, because I knew this was the one I wanted to win.
Game Thirteen, Bob shouted, I win again. This time I took his other boot off and softly caressed it with my hands, then placed them both on my face. After a few minutes he took one foot and placed it on my crotch rubbing and stroking my cock.
Bob then won Game 14, 15, and 16, so I removed his shirt and noticed he must have the hottest body of them all, then game 15, I removed his belt. He told everyone that he had racked up 25 minutes and told everyone to take a few drinks. Now keep in mind that Bob was the oldest guy, but the tallest, biggest, and most handsome of the four. Even though he was older, he was very forceful and demanding of them all. He also had size 16 feet with argyle over the calf socks, and extra wide. He wrapped his belt around me and I followed him into the bedroom. He had me strip down and lay across the bed, sideways. He placed on socked foot on my face and the other on my exposed cock. He started rubbing my cock up and down while I worship his other foot. He placed a plastic cloth under me and continued jacking me off with his foot until I exploded like a volcano. I stiffened up as I squirted all over the sheet and dug my nose into the soul of his feet taking in every smell. As I lay there, I could only think of how much I want this guy to win. He then sat up, laid me back side, sat on top and pushed his cock inside my mouth. Even though he only had an 8” cock, it was the best as far as I was concerned. I would be his forever if he would just ask. He pumped hard and fast until he squirted fiercely as I swallowed every drip. He bent over and said my friends would really love you, and I said I would love them.
We then went back to the game table and I took my place.
This time everyone had their shoes off and they were getting pretty relaxed after all the drinks so they allowed me to have my way with their feet as I pleased. So I took turns going from one to another.
Just when I was getting use to my four game players, there was a knock on the door. Matt got up to answer it and two nice looking guys walked in. They were both in their thirties, and wearing cowboy boots, as one of them introduced themselves as Alex and Tom, Bob’s friends. Bob told them to come in and pull up a seat. There were two extra chairs in the room, so both of them pulled up the chairs, sat down, and stretched out. All I could see now was their cowboy boots. I knew that they were the two guys that bob was talking about and couldn’t wait.
Matt then informed everyone that since the game has progressed more than half way, all suicide kings, and one eyed jacks would be referred to Alex and Tom. They all agreed.
Game 17, Frank, I got up and removed his shirt.
Game 18, Bob called suicide King, and Matt said that Alex was the winner. He explained the ruled to him and Alex perked up with excitement and looked at me. I went over to him on my knees as he grabbed my head and pushed it into his crotch. He rubbed very hard and wiggled his hips back and forth to better push my head into his lap. I could feel the bulge instantly in his pants and was able to tell that it’s been a long time since he got his rocks off. I nibbled on the edges of his cock and blew my hot breath on his hot crotch.
During the same game, Russ yelled out One Eyed Jack, so I had to stop what I was doing with Alex and get down on the floor to remove Tom’s size 10 boots off him. I took the first boot off and he had on white over the calf socks that had the dirt from wearing them for over three days. The smell was that of a renewed stale odor that was pungent through a couple of layers of soil. They were securely stuck to his soul, and the smell was like mine after a few days. You could tell that his wife wasn’t there to groom him and he just wore the same thing for days. I took of the other shoe and began rubbing, caressing, and sniffing both his feet. His toes curled as he stretched his legs out. I could see him looking right at me when I looked up and it was the look of a satisfied dominant man.
Frank won game 18, so I got up to remove his belt. He then wrapped his belt around my neck and we proceeded to head into another room. Fifteen minutes and counting he said as I followed behind him. We got into the other room and he pulled out his9 inch cock and jacked off on my face. Only after he came all over my face did he allow me to lick off his cock. I wiped off my face with my shirt, and then he had me lay down under his feet to worship them both for the remainder of the time. He said when I am his; this is going to be your place at all times. I have two teen age sons that would love to have control over someone with their feet. Enjoy.
Then it was back to the game to continue. There I was under the table with six hunky guys and their socked feet. Not only could I wait until I find the winner, but my boring life would be very busy five days a week.
The games stats are:
Russ: Left shoe, Right shoe, shirt, belt
Matt: Left shoe, Right shoe, shirt, belt, pants
Frank: Left shoe, Right shoe, shirt, belt
Bob: Left shoe, Right shoe, shirt, belt, pants.
Suicide Kings Special: Frank, Matt, and Alex
One Eyed Jack Special: Matt, Bob, and Tom.
Who do you think wins the game, stay tuned for Part Two, “It’s All in The Game?”
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