I’m not a stalker; I’m not even gay. I am, however, a soldier with years of military experience. My name is Brad, and let me explain to you the situation so far.

After the game–which was great, by the way–I, like many fans, decided to wait outside and see if I could get an autograph for my son. His mother wouldn’t allow him to join me at the game (we’re divorced), so it was the least I could do.

Eventually, Aaron and Mats walked out but they completely ignored us, going straight to their cars. People booed and hissed.

I, however, noticed something eerily strange, and unfortunately, familiar. Their eyes were dilated and they had the unmistakable look of two people that were clearly under mind control.

I know it sounds pretty stupid, but I had seen that same look before during my service, on secret missions all throughout the world. Mind control is a legitimate weapon, and it can’t be underestimated. I’ve seen grown men, the toughest sons of bitches you could ever meet, reduced to blubbering messes at the flick of a switch. Needless to say, evil men do not have their mind controlled victims cluck like chickens; no, they have them murder their own comrades, even their own families. It’s terrifying.

But who on Earth would want to mind control these two star players? I had to follow them, to see where they were going. No one else knew what had been done to them. I could be the only chance they had.

It had been too long now. Almost an hour and a half now–that couldn’t be good. I decided to enter the house. I wasn’t afraid, as I could more than take care of myself, and no man could ever put me under. That was part of the special training I had learned from my time in the army–how to resist mind control.

I had put on my camos, which I always had in the back of my trunk, as well as my soldier’s boots, grabbed my gun, and did a perimeter around the house. I peeked into the front window, and holy shit, I almost threw up.

Aaron and Mats were sitting on the couch, butt naked, their feet on the coffee table. They were still completely hypnotized. Their “master” was currently using their own feet to jerk himself off!

It was absolutely disgusting! The sick fuck would wake them up, and I heard them screaming, begging for him to stop. He then put them back under, ignoring their pleas, before jerking his own cock off with both of their feet.

That was enough for me. I raced to the front door and kicked it in, brandishing my gun.

“Freeze! You’re under arrest. I’m taking you in!”

The look on the perp’s face was so satisfying; he was scared out of his wits! He quickly put his dick away, and put his hands up. Who’s the master now, you sick of son of a bitch?

Aaron and Mats were so out of it they didn’t even react to me. They just stared ahead like they were zombies, both of them butt naked and wet. Poor sods.

“Okay, okay! Don’t shoot!” said the perp.

“Let’s go, out of the house!” He stood and began following me out, his hands behind his head, my gun pointed at him. One of the first things we learn in the military is not to get caught in a trap. I didn’t know if anyone else was there, or what other weird contraptions awaited me. I had to separate the perp from the hostages first. Oddly enough, the sick fucker made a request.

“Can … can I at least get your name?”

“What?” I was taken aback.

“Your name, please.”

“Don’t fucking speak, just move!” Who the hell did this creep think he was?

“Please, you’ve already won. I would at least like to know the name of the man who finally put me away, after all these years. The police would never tell me. I am defeated.”

I smirked. He was damn right he was defeated! It wouldn’t hurt to let this poor SOB know who the guy was that put him away. My kid would love this story, and it was something I could be proud of. The guys at the pub would never believe it.

“Brad. Brad Garricks. Don’t forget it.”

“I won’t, Brad Garricks …”

I noticed, as he was marching out of the house, he repeated my name, muttering it. Then he kept repeating it, over and over to himself. I raised an eyebrow. Fucker was crazy.

When he had stepped out onto his porch, I let out a gasp, as I felt the walls close in on me. I don’t know what the fuck was happening, but it felt like gravity was pushing against me, like I couldn’t move! I dropped my gun, and my eyes widened.

“What the fuck!” I screamed. I was defenseless! I tried to move my legs, my arms, anything, but I was paralyzed. My arms fell to my sides and wouldn’t listen to my brain.

“Brad Garricks,” said the creep. He turned around, shaking his head, as I stared at him, wide eyed and inwardly trembling. I did my best not to show my reactions, but it was hard as I was having a bit of a panic attack!

“Brad, Brad, Brad,” he said, leisurely walking back into the house, closing the door, an evil smile on his face. “Look what I have here, Brad. Oh? Hey, that’s you, isn’t it?”

The man held up a doll to my face that looked exactly like me! It was blonde, it had my sharp good looks, and it was dressed in camos and boots. It was still and standing straight, just as I was, and even scarier, it had the same scared expression on its face. My stomach sank. Was I expected? Did I just walk into a trap? I was terrified by this seemingly supernatural event. I wasn’t hypnotized or drugged–what else could this be? How could he even prepare for me?

“What the fuck?! Let me go!” I cried.

“You see,” said the creep, ignoring my screams, casually strolling to the couch where Aaron and Mats were. I turned in place, against my will, to face him. It was the weirdest feeling. My own body betrayed me. “I have these dolls, that give me the power to control others, taking their shape when I say their name. I used two on Aaron and Mats here, as you can see.”

So that’s why he wanted my name! That fucker!

He sat on the couch’s armrest, and stroked the side of Aaron’s face. Aaron made no reaction.

“But sadly for you, I had a third doll in my pocket. When you gave me your name, I told it to the doll, and, well, here we are.”

“N-no,” I said. “This can’t be real.” My eyes instinctively darted to my gun on the floor. If only I could reach it …

“Oh? Don’t believe me still? Well, how about this then? I see you looking at your gun on the floor. If you want it so badly, then take it!”

Using the doll version of me, he maneuvered it as if picking up something off the floor. I yelped as I found my body doing the same, but was relieved when my fingers wrapped around the gun on the floor. However, my stomach dropped again when, just like the miniature of me, I raised the gun to my own head!

The creep laughed at me.

“This is what you wanted, right?” he said, sucking on Aaron Ramsey’s finger while he stared into midair.

“No, please! Stop! I have a kid. Please …”

I couldn’t believe I was going to go out like this. What would my kid think if he knew his dad killed himself while under some form of hypnosis or something? He would never know the truth! I was sweating profusely and my lips were trembling, my heart racing.

The psycho just laughed. He laughed at me! I wanted to point this gun at him so badly and shoot him in the face.

“Don’t worry, Brad Garricks, I think we can come to a compromise.”

“Anything … just, don’t kill me.” I didn’t trust this guy for a second, but what choice did I have?

“We’ll play a little game. As you can see here, Aaron and Mats have had a lot of fun. You can have fun too.”

I felt my stomach lurch at the suggestion. “No! Absolutely not!”

My finger clicked the gun, readying its aim on my temple. I gulped. Oh god, what could I do?

“I don’t think you have a choice. Unless you don’t want to see your son again …”

I closed my eyes and saw my boy. I was devastated. I really had no choice.

“What … what do you want me to do?”

The creep jumped to his feet. “Oh! It’s very simple. As you can see, this doll here controls you. I’m going to play with the doll, and if you can resist cumming, then I’ll let you, Aaron, and Mats all go. I’ll even wipe your memories so you’ll never remember this wretched place, and you can all return to your lives.”

“Holy shit, you want me to what? You’re out of your mind!”

“No, Aaron and Mats are, and you will be too, if you don’t cooperate. Come to think of it, let’s see what Aaron and Mats say about it.” He turned to the two dolls on the couch between them and whispered something. Suddenly, the two players woke up, their faces filled with terror and panic.

“Please, mate,” said Aaron in his thick Welsh accent, his face full of desperation. “You don’t know what he’s like. Please, just play the game.”

“Please,” said Mats, looking like he was about to cry. “Help us! Save us please, I can’t take anymore of this.”

“Shhh, there, there, that’s enough now,” said the creep, stroking Aaron’s face while he whimpered. He whispered something to the dolls, and both men became zombies again in an instant, their expressions vanishing. I felt so sorry for them.

I really was their last hope. I could be the hero.

“Alright,” I said, with no enthusiasm. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Yay!” said the creep. He picked the doll up and it felt like I was being grabbed by a giant hand. He put it’s finger on its crotch, and I winced, as suddenly, I felt a faint pressure on my groin area.

“If I lose,” I said, closing one eye. “What happens?”

“Don’t lose,” he said ominously.

I felt an invisible pressure on my crotch again, massaging it, pressing it gently. I gasped.

“Oh god …” I could feel my dick rising against the soft pressure. The creep smiled at me, and I shut my eyes, as I felt his finger touch my balls and my dick. I couldn’t do anything! I just had to not cum.

Yeah, I could this … I think.

“Feeling anything?”

“Shut up!” I said. I was concentrating with all my might. My dick was becoming hard, suffocating in my pants. I groaned. I could feel the veins in my neck bulge and my face turning red, as I tried to resist. But the soft pressure was pushing all around my penis, stimulating it, massaging it, fondling it. It was awful, but I’d be lying it didn’t feel good, especially for a guy like me who hadn’t any action in a while.

Suddenly, I felt my own hands reach up to my waist against my will, and yank my pants and underwear down, my cock springing out. That fucking doll …

“Hey, you got a big cock, don’t you?”

“SHUT UP!” I said, my eyes shut and concentrating on not cumming. He laughed at me, the miserable cunt.

My dick was trembling in midair. It was out and ready to play despite my inward protests. I opened my eyes, and saw him gently stroke the doll’s now apparent erection, and I felt an invisible finger trace the bottom of my shaft. I gulped. Christ, this was hard!

It was tickling my cock, this invisible finger, stimulating my shaft. My penis started to tremble, wavering in midair like a diving board. I felt the invisible hand reach to my balls, jiggling them, torturing them gently like a feather. I groaned again and bit my lip, looking up at the ceiling. I couldn’t even look at myself.

“Mate, please!” cried Aaron. My attention turned to them. The guy had woken them up, to witness this humiliation. I felt incredibly embarrassed. I admired these two guys, and here I was, butt naked, my fucking dick out and almost ready to blow!

“You can do it! Don’t give in!” cried Mats.

“I … I don’t know if I can …” I said, honestly. I could feel the man’s invisible touch grasp my penis now, gently stroking it once more. My dick was leaking precum now, and my eyes involuntarily rolled up. I quickly closed them, trying to concentrate harder.

“No! Stay strong. We all need to make it out of here,” cried Mats. “You can do it, I believe it!”

“Fight it, man! Don’t give in!” yelled Aaron.

The creep was enjoying this, I could tell. He was edging me closer and closer to ejaculation, but would stop every now and then and let my cock shake with mad desire. I wanted to cum so bad! The soft invisible fingers were rubbing my dick like tendrils from all angles, driving me insane.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned softly to myself, closing my eyes as I felt his gentle touch prod my penis head, tickling my shaft. That was my favorite thing to do to my cock. Thank god I couldn’t move the rest of my body, as I would’ve collapsed from the sheer pleasure running through it like currents of electricity. I had never been teased like this before, not even with my ex-wife!

“You want to come, don’t you?”

“No!” I screamed, lying through my teeth. I looked at him with an angry face, but felt those same magic fingers touch my cock again, and I melted, my face involuntarily moaning like a little bitch.

“Stay in the game, you can do it!” cried Aaron.

“Don’t give up!” said Mats.

They were right! I couldn’t let them down. This was my chance to prove myself, to save us all!

But then I felt the creep’s invisible fingers sliver along my shaft again, like invisible spiders, gripping it gently, then stroking it, then letting go, and then repeating it. This was pure suffering. I rolled my eyes again as waves of pleasure traveled up my spine from my cock as he touched me again. My knees felt like they were going to buckle, as I felt this unseen pressure caress and play at my dick, then let go, as if to let the sensations simmer. My balls felt like they were going to explode.

“You want to come, huh, Brad?”

“N-no …” I said, my voice soft, my will weak. “I don’t–ARGH!” I trembled as I felt his grip stroke my penis again, this time staying at the bottom of my shaft. He pressed it ever so softly, just enough to create maximum pleasure.

“Yes, you do. You want to come,” said the guy, laughing, as he tickled my penis even more. My dick was gorged with blood and hard as hell, and I could feel precum leaking down my shaft, making his touching even more sensual on my wet cock. My cock felt so slippery now, and made his invisible gestures even worse as I felt his fingers slide across the surface of my wet penis.

“Don’t do it!” cried Aaron.

“No! Don’t give in!” yelled Mats.

But I couldn’t … I was secretly begging to cum, more than anything else. Time seemed to stay still; it felt like this had been going on for hours, even though I know that wasn’t the case. My cock was going crazy–I was going crazy!

Then, I felt it. I was gonna blow. I felt his fingers grope and jerk me, and right as I was about to explode–he let go, like the true asshole he was!

“FUCK!” I screamed.

“You want to come, I know you do!”

“No! Fuck this. FUCK YOU!” He only laughed at my misery. The two football players pleaded with me. But I couldn’t help it!

He did it to me again, jerked me to the point of blasting my semen all over the living room–then he let go, leaving me there hanging, my cock shaking almost violently as tons of precum spit out of my cock, an inferior replacement for the real thing. I felt his fingers clamp my head shut, refusing to let any more juice out of my cock. I whimpered like a dog. I felt so pathetic.

I couldn’t do this anymore. I was going crazy, I tell you. I had never wanted anything so badly in my life.

“You want to come … I know you do.”

I was quiet for a moment as I felt him touch my cock again, my lips quivering. I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t be taken for another round of soft, endless groping. I couldn’t be taken to the edge again like that, then cruelly dropped as it was about to happen. God, forgive me!

“Yes!” I cried. “Do it!” My face was red, and I felt like I was suffocating. I had no choice! My cock was going to burst, and my veins were popping out of my neck, I swear. I had never wanted to cum so badly in my life. This was real torture, the likes of which I had never seen in the military before.

This time, I felt the same invisible fingers grab me, but now they didn’t stop their erotic fondling. They kept squeezing, pushing, touching … almost there … almost … there … hnnnnnnffff … . .

And then, relief. Joy. Ecstasy. Fire ripped through my body as the man’s fingers pushed me to the edge. My cock exploded and I moaned, happily, like an animal, my eyes rolling up, as wave after wave of semen blew out of my cock.

“Oh god, yes! YES!” I screamed, not even caring anymore as I finally let it all out, my eyebrows furrowing together, as more white jizz flew out of my cock. My cock was spitting the stuff out like no tomorrow, my balls were shaking. I felt high like I was on drugs, as pleasure overtook me. I was smiling, involuntarily, like a crazy person, as all this pent up semen flew out of my dick over and over, my cock shivering with delight. I moaned blissfully, closing my eyes in satisfaction.

Oh god, I had never felt so good in my life!

But then, I opened my eyes briefly, and caught glance of Aaron and Mats. They both looked disappointed and afraid. My smile evaporated.

“You blew it, mate,” said Aaron, softly.

Mats couldn’t even look at me. They both looked like they had lost the most important game in their lives.

And when my cock had finished emptying itself, my high gradually coming down, my heartbeat returning to normal, I knew it was true–I fucked up.

Oh boy, did I fuck up.

“Oh shit, “ I said to myself. I looked down and saw cum all over my camo pants and the floor, my dick now deflated and swollen. “What have I done?”

“You’ve just given Aaron and Mats to me, as well as yourself. Say good night!”

“No, wait!” I cried, then suddenly, blackness took me and I knocked out.

***********

Oh man, I could not believe my luck! I had Aaron and Mats in the palm of my hand, and now, I got this sexy ass soldier who came out of nowhere! God, good thing I had an extra doll in my damn pocket, what are the odds? It might have ended badly for me, if not for that!

This guy, Brad, is super hot. He’s blonde, got a rich, great voice, tall, with a great body, and a handsome face. He’s perfect for the collection.

He’s standing right in front of me with his dick out, which is now spent, after I just jerked him off and almost made him insane. That was pretty damn hot! I’ve currently put all three dolls to sleep, and Brad is now staring straight ahead, like a zombie, along with Aaron and Mats. Jeez, this place stinks like sweat and semen. I can’t complain!

I put all three dolls on the table together, and commanded Aaron and Mats to follow. They get up, their eyes vacant and glassy, and stand besides Colin.

“Undress him.” Aaron and Mats get to work, just like their dolls on the table.

Aaron starts unbuttoning his shirt, as Mats pulls his pants all the way down, revealing Brad’s strong, muscular legs.

Aaron takes his cap off, then rolls the shirt off Brad’s shoulder, revealing a tight, white colored wife beater underneath. Mats takes the pants off his legs, with some difficulty.

“Leave the shoes on,” I say. I look at the dolls on the table and smile as they are undressing the Brad doll in the exact same fashion. It’s so nice to see this fiery guy now completely subdued, his azure blue eyes now glassy and empty, just like Aaron and Mats. He has no reaction as his clothes are pulled from his body, as he bends at the waist, allowing Aaron to take his white shirt off.

Soon, he is completely naked, like the others. I stand the dolls side by side, and marvel at the three of them, their bodies strong, their eyes blank, their faces slack like zombies.

Brad’s body is amazing. He works out and is just as hot and sculpted as Aaron and Mats, with muscled abs, a strong chest and arms, and thick, manly legs. I walk up to the real Brad and stroke his amazing chest, pulling at his nipples. I slide my hand across his broad chest, down his torso, then back up again. I wiggled his nose and open his mouth. He makes no reaction to any of this. I smile as I close his lips and ruffle his boyish blonde hair.

I lay the Brad doll gently onto the table. Brad follows suit, laying himself onto the wet floor. I take the Aaron and Mats dolls and position them at the feet of the Brad doll, lying flat on the table surface.

“Take his shoes off. And his socks.”

Both of them reach down and grab a leg, standing again with a foot in their hands. Brad’s legs are spread open now, revealing his nice ass, while he stares into the ceiling like a dummy.

Aaron and Mats untie his laces, then gradually slip his big soldier boots off, chucking them to the side with a heavy thud. I look at the dolls, and they now take his white socks off, sliding them off his big, strong feet.

Soon, Aaron and Mats are holding Brad’s big, sexy, naked feet. They are manly, clean, and colored a softer shade of his skin tone. I love it. I pick up his soldier’s boot and sniff it. Beautiful. Sweaty and musty and rich.

“Lick his feet,” I say to the dolls.

The dolls follow my words, forcing Aaron and Mats to do the same. I watch with glee as both of them begin licking Brad’s feet like a popsicle, his soles pressed against their zombified faces, while he looks on with no reaction or blinking whatsoever.

I wake the dolls up with a command.

“Oh god, please!” cries Aaron, inbetween generous licks of Brad’s feet.

Mats tries to stop, spitting, but he can’t help but follow his doll’s motions, licking Brad’s big arch. It’s clear from their faces just how much they are enjoying licking another man’s feet, which is to say, not at all.

“Oh my god, what the fuck! What the fuck is this?!” cries Brad in his British accent, as he looks at the two grown men licking his big feet against their will. “I’m so sorry, guys! Fucking hell!” It looks like he’s going to cry! I start laughing and put them into a coma once again. I let Aaron and Mats lick his feet more like zombies for a few more moments, no satisfaction in their faces.

I command the dolls to stop, and this time stand them all in place. Brad gets up, and stands next to his new friends; all three of them await my orders, their expressions blank.

Looking at the dolls on the table, I noticed they were small enough that they could fit inside a shoe, or a sock. I couldn’t help grin as I thought of something nasty.

I took Aaron’s cleat and placed his doll inside it, head first, laying it on the table. Aaron followed suit, lying himself on the floor, his arms very close to his body, and his legs together, as if he was cramped inside a small space. His face was just as calm as ever, however.

I took Mats green sock, and placed his doll inside it, head first. He lay himself on the floor, as I laid the doll on the table, appearing to be confined by an invisible net.

Lastly, I took Brad’s doll and placed it inside his own white, sweaty sock, then placed that in his own boot. His hair ruffled against the invisible pressure, and he laid himself down like the others, looking the most cramped of all.

With a big smile on my face, I woke all three men.

They began struggling in place, as if they were stuck somewhere, their faces immediately twisting in discomfort as their noses filled with the stench of their own feet.

“Oh my god, I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe!” cried Aaron, gasping for air.

“Fuck! I … I need air!” cried Brad, struggling against his invisible bonds, gasping for air.

“Air! Air, p-please!” said Mats, gagging on the smell of his own wet sock.

I watched them writhe on the ground, coughing, gasping, as their own foot smells caused them great displeasure. They were suffocating on the smell of their own foot sweat, which I imagined had to be ten times worse than it was due to the size of the dolls relative to their respective shoes and socks. I imagined the air was thick and heavy with foot funk. All three men were gagging, and looked like they were wet, probably from the perspiration found on the items.

“It’s not my fault you guys have such smelly, sweaty feet!” I laughed.

The three of them, especially Brad, looked like they were going to pass out. Brad’s eyes were rolling back and his struggling was weakening, as the smell of his own shoe and sock, and a lack of fresh air, was causing him to lose consciousness.

“Can’t … breathe,” he muttered.

I quickly pulled the dolls out of their respective prisons, but kept them lying down. All three men desperately gasped and inhaled as fresh air filled their lungs, their breathing fast and heavy.

“F-fuck … you … “ said Brad, under his breath. “Fuck you … you sick fuck …”

Mats coughed hard. Aaron shut his eyes and caught his breath, relieved to be free from his shoe prison.

After letting them breathe a bit, and catch their breaths, I froze them all again, and all expression vanished, their breathing instantly becoming stabilized, their eyes now staring into the ceiling as if nothing had happened to them.

This was too much fun.

I had another idea. I grabbed Mats doll, forcing him to stand. I grabbed Aaron’s doll, making him stand too. I took Aaron’s dolls to Mats face, positioning it so that the doll’s crotch was in front of Mat’s mouth.

“Lick it.”

Mats stared like a zombie and licked Aaron’s naked doll. Surprisingly, saliva appeared on the real Aaron’s body! It was pretty amazing. I commanded him to lick the doll again, just the dick specifically, and surprisingly, it happened again! Saliva appeared on Aaron’s genitals out of nowhere. Even better, I watched as Aaron’s dick began to rise at the stimulation.

“Lick it again, and keep going until I say stop.”

Mats did as I commanded, as I held the doll to his blank face, forcing Aaron’s cock to get bigger and bigger, as he got licked in his nether regions.

I woke Aaron up.

“Oh god,” he cried. “You’re a sick fuck! Fuck you!” I laughed, as I watched his dick inflate against his will, and could only imagine the strange tension he must be feeling. It was humiliating, on one hand, yet on the other, his dick was rising, so I could tell he could feel something pleasurable! He looked at Mats and was horrified to see him licking his doll miniature, which in turn sent sensations of wetness to his own penis. His cock extended even further as Mats’ tongue shook his penis forcefully. He shut his eyes and groaned at the growing sensations of pleasure.

I put him to sleep again as Mats continued to lick his dick hard.

Then I grabbed the Mats doll. I placed it to Mats face, and like before, ordered him to lick his own doll’s cock. I watched, with amazement, as his penis started getting hard, as he continued to lick it, with no emotion on his face.

I just had to see his reaction to this!

“Please,” he said, almost crying. He licked his doll again. “Stop this. Just … stop! Have mercy on us, please.” His face looked devastated, and yet, he could not stop obeying my commands. His own doll had its tongue out as it licked an invisible surface, causing the real Mats to lick whatever was in front of him–in this case, the doll’s groin, which immediately stimulated his own. He licked the doll’s crotch again, his face in pain, as his dick ballooned at the sensations, against his will.

“I wonder,” I said aloud. “How does your own cock taste?”

He sobbed as he licked the doll again, and his penis trembled in pleasure, as more saliva coated it.

I put him to sleep again, and had him lick it even more with a deadened stare. He licked his own cock to full hardness.

I made Brad’s doll stand, forcing Brad to stand alongside the others. I grabbed his doll and took it to Mats face, while I placed the other two dolls on the table.

“Lick. Again.” Mats started licking the Brad doll’s crotch, and like magic, the real Brad’s dick started inflating again, his face devoid of any reaction. It seemed to be at half mast.

I made Mats stop, and this time took the Brad doll to Aaron’s face, and had him do the same.

“Lick it up, Aaron.” Like Mats, he licked the crotch of Brad’s doll robotically, his dead eyes staring into space as he did so, Brad’s own penis inflating at the continued stimulation, growing harder by the second. It was dripping wet from the saliva of both men.

When his penis was rock hard, I woke Brad up.

“How could you … I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You won’t be doing much of anything,” I said. “Well, except cumming all over these dolls.” I laughed.

“Fuck y–!”

I put him to sleep before he could finish his sentence, his angry face evaporating once more and leaving a blank, mindless dummy in its stead, his crystal blue eyes now dead.

I then gathered all three dolls and held them directly in front of Brad’s giant, wavering cock.

“Jerk him off,” I commanded the dolls, specifically having Aaron and Mats in mind. Like magic, the two dolls grabbed the Brad doll’s cock, and the real life versions did the same. Brad’s cock was big enough so that they could both get a hand on it. I was rather impressed.

Together, they began to pull and jerk Brad’s cock, forcing the foreskin on his penis to swallow the head. All three of them kept a solid, unwavering gaze, as they jerked Brad’s penis, his cock now leaking precum, shivering in their grip, wet and hard and red. They masturbated him at an even tempo, steadily stroking his massive boner, his balls moving with their robotic gestures, fluid leaking down his legs.

More precum began to leak at the head, eventually leaking down the shaft and wetting both football player’s hands. I couldn’t wait to see what happened next, holding the dolls to Brad’s cock with much anticipation.

And I got my wish. Brad’s cock exploded into another burst of semen, but this time he was completely silent and unaware, a big contrast to his earlier performance.

As his dick spit out jizz onto the dolls, semen magically appeared on their real counterparts. Cum splashed all over Mats, Aaron, and Brad, and soon they were covered in semen that came from nowhere. It was incredible! Brad continued to cum like an engine, and as he did so, more cum appeared on all three men, on their chest, their frozen faces, their abs, their thighs. It was a miracle.

When he was finally done, his cock deflating into a limp, swollen mass, I stood back and marvelled at the excellent work.

“Great job,” I said aloud. I woke all three of them up.

They started screaming, and were crying.

“LET ME GO!” cried Brad, heaving. Aaron and Mats were in grief, and all three of them looked

like they were going to vomit as they saw, and smelled, the mass amounts of cum all over them. I chuckled.

“Get it off of me! Get it off, get it off!” screamed Aaron in his hot accent.

“Oh my god this is sick! I’m gonna throw up!” cried Mats. He screamed something in German that I didn’t understand.

“Fine, fine, give me a sec,” I said. I grabbed Aaron’s red sock and wiped the dolls clean. The cum began to disappear from their bodies. I made sure to smother the sock on their faces though, forcing them to get a good wiff of Aaron’s sock.

“Blaugh, ugh! Ptew!” cried Aaron, as I wiped his face clean, the smell of his own sock filling his nose. I did the same for Brad and Mats, and they had a similar reaction, which was understandable considering how smelly the sock was. Eventually, all three of them were cleaned up, as the dolls were now clean. Sticky, but clean.

“There, better?”

They looked at me with pure hatred in their eyes. I froze them again and now they were emotionless zombies once more. I sat down on the couch, the dolls in my hands, and smiled. I played with doll’s cocks, and watched as their counterpart’s dicks moved around as I touched them. I moved them in circles, watching as their real penises moved in circles, an invisible force forcing them to do so. It was pretty funny! They began to inflate once more, naturally. I could do this for hours …

I lay the dolls on the table, then had a seat on the edge of it, as all three men lay themselves onto the floor, with me sitting above them. Then, I grabbed Mats foot in one hand, and Aaron’s foot in another, and placed Brad’s two big, naked feet on my own dick, which was already erect and now exposed. His feet were so sexy. Those arches were to die for!

I began worshipping the two football player’s delicious, tasty feet, and commanded the Brad doll to jerk me off. I gasped as I was suddenly thrust into heaven!

I moaned as Brad’s sexy feet began to jerk my my cock off, and my tongue writhed around the balls of Aaron and Mats’ feet, taking turns licking them from toe to heel. I don’t know what they were complaining about–their feet smelled and tasted divine!

“MMMmmmmmm …” I said, slurping all over their big, delicious, straight boy feet. Brad’s feet squeezed my cock tightly, his toes gripping my shaft.

I couldn’t hold on for long. The pressure of Brad’s big feet jerking me off, while eating the feet of two star football players was mind blowingly erotic. I opened my eyes and gazed at the three of them staring at my ceiling, their faces blank and their vacant eyes dead. Seeing them so passive like that while I got off to their feet was enough to push me over the edge, and I blew my load so hard that my eyes crossed like a cartoon character. I gave a long, steady moan, as white jizz flew out of my dick, spraying all over the place, my hands gripping Aaron and Mats’ feet for dear life, my thumbs squeezing their arches. Soon, Brad was covered in my jizz, his feet coated in a layer of my cum, as I quickly opened my eyes and slurped hungrily at Aaron and Mats’ feet. I wanted to taste them as I came down from my high.

“Oh god … MMMMMM!” I moaned, my pelvis thrusting into Brad’s two feet.

Finally, it was over. I told the Brad doll to release me. I took the feet in my hands and dabbed them on my throbbing, swollen penis, making sure to spread some of that good seed on them. They deserved it.

I lay back on my palms, the three men’s feet now resting in my lap, sighing blissfully.

I’d let them go, I told myself … eventually …

For now, I grabbed all three dolls, wiped them clean, and got myself ready for another round of fun. I never played with dolls as a kid–things sure do change when you’re an adult.

I was going to make up for all those lost years. I laughed to myself, wiping myself clean with Mats’ sock, then cleaning Brad’s feet with his own socks. Playtime wasn’t over yet!