Punishment for speeding? (M…M/M) - Part 13 –Oh boy, I am doomed…

[Bound Down]

Great continuation. Thanks! I love that he is learning to find some pleasure out of his sock sniffing.

[bondagefreak]

[mention]socjuc[/mention] Amazing chapter!
Alex coming to terms with his fetish and sharing this intimate moment with Officer Kyle is surely a "no going back" type of experience.

The forced toe jam sniffing at the beginning of this chapter also sounds like something I would've done.
Insanely hot. IMO, this story belongs up there with [mention]DeeperThanRed[/mention]'s, [mention]Phoenix[/mention]' and [mention]squirrel[/mention]'s stuff.
It's great to see some new up-and-coming authors join the league of writers.

[socjuc]

[mention]bondagefreak[/mention]

The forced toe jam sniffing at the beginning of this chapter also sounds like something I would've done.

hmmmm Well I kinda of thought of you at one point as I wrote that. I could see that being up your alley.

Thanks to all for feedback all!

[Sniffmyfeet]

Kyle is one hot hunk of a cop! A cop forcing someone to eat their toe jam and smell his socks and shoes after a shift or a workout is just such a hot scenario and I really can't get enough of it.

I agree! That's a very hot chapter again.

[Msueta@2]

Will there be a chapter 9

[socjuc]

Part 9 – Rob’s friend drops in

Kyle after a long while eventually got up from underneath me and undid the handcuffs holding my wrists locked together. He grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet.

“Come here” he said as we walked to the one end of the room where there was a bathroom. “Go ahead and clean up my Alex”, he ordered. I was soaked in Kyle’s sweat and his seed, which saturated my lower back. I briefly went to the bathroom and cleaned up as best I could. When I exited, I found Officer Kyle waiting for me.

He grabbed my arm and escorted me to similar roll of carpet. When we got to it, I stopped short and looked at Officer Kyle who stopped as he felt my arm no longer following his lead. He looked back to me. I gave him my best puppy eyes and a slight whimper. I sensed this wasn’t over. I wanted to go home at this point. I wanted to get out.

He did not seem to be in any mood to take me acting up. With that, he simply bent down, and with his muscular tatted arms easily lifted me off the ground and brought me forward to the smaller carpet piece that was rolled up. He set me down and held my wrists together. He forcibly kicked the carpet roll so that it fully unrolled into a long rectangle. He ordered, “Lie down on the carpet. You are already familiar with this apparatus”.

His demeanor was a forced speech and his face looked not at all like Kyle was going to take any shit from me. I found him so different from just before when I endured his forced fantasy and coaxing that got us both to a release.

I did as ordered, as I literally was exhausted and had no energy to resist his demands. He firmly gripped the edge of the carpet and rolled me over and over until I was firmly rolled up again with shoulders and head sticking out of the one end. This time the carpet piece was significantly narrower resulting in me sticking out of the other end from my belly-button down, with my pelvis, legs, feet, and hands free. Essentially this time I was mummified only on my upper torso.

He secured solid large strips of strong grey tape around to ensure the carpet roll would not unroll. Then he strategically placed the 3 pillows under my head to support me well. He leaned in and smiled and said, “Just relax a bit. I won’t even force your mouth shut or force you to sniff my scents this time. Stay put and don’t even try to get up and escape as I will be watching you”. I looked him in the eye as he glared into my eyes and he had a broad smirk on his face. “Yes we have surveillance”, he furthered. I was doomed….

He got up and walked upstairs leaving me alone to my thoughts. I relaxed and for the first time had the freedom of leg movement. I decided that getting up and trying to escape was not a good idea, as I did not know when that cop was coming back downstairs. And it sounded like there were cameras somewhere watching me.

I looked around a bit to see if I could locate any, and managed a few rollovers thanks to my newfound freedom of my legs. I discovered no cameras. I gave up and strategically rolled back using my legs to roll back so my head got back over the pillows. I yawned and shortly thereafter closed my eyes and quickly fell dormant.

Some time much later I was awoken by footsteps from upstairs coming down the stairs and multiple voices in conversation followed by some laughter. Rob, Gabe’s son came into view with another guy I had not seen before. This new guy was a frat boy type in shorts and t-shirt and he was wearing worn boat shoes. He was muscular set with black hair; he looked to be Hispanic.

Rob cockily started, “Hey Alex, I missed you the other day but I provided a little gift to my Dad for you, in my absence. How did you like it?”. I refused to answer and just looked away in the only defiance I had. I was still pissed at his dad for slipping that nylon over my head to keep Rob’s disgusting sock firmly pressed to my nose.

“Suit yourself in silence, you’ll learn soon enough how this all works”, he responded.
That last phrase caught my attention. What did he mean with that? Something is not adding up, but what was it? Where was I? And what was happening to me?

He swung his leg over the rolled up carpet I was trapped into, and sat down directly on top of the carpet roll pinning me solidly to the floor within the carpet. He was clearly coming from a game or from a work out. He was dripping in sweat.

Instantly I used my bare feet to pivot and try to grip the ground, so that I could free myself from his grip. To no avail. A combination of his weight, not enough grip with my feet, and a genuine weaker stature to this much larger Rob, I wasn’t going anywhere.

Rob piped in, “Just back from a run and have some servicing for you to do”. He unlaced his first sneaker and popped his shoe off using his hand to release his heel.


Figure 5 Rob's post run socks

His sodden white socks hugged his feet as he released them from their entrapment as he took off his sneakers. I was immediately treated to a sensory overload from his raunchy socks. He had a large smile on his face as he splayed his toes and lowered them slowly to make contact to my face. He gently pressed and moved his socked feet back and forth over my face to get my face fully in contact to his feet and exert his dominance. The first direct breath instantly made my legs instinctively plant and try to lift off the ground. I wasn’t able to move, and was being humiliated again by this cocky punk.

He smiled and said, “These are extra special that I have been working on just for you. Breathe deeply for me so that I can hear you suck in my scent”. His toe grip on my nose made me easily comply in the broken state I was finding myself in. I sniffed hard enough for both jocks to hear me. After several minutes of enduring this, he spoke, “My college friend Mateo here has been wanting to meet you and get the chance to experience your foot expertise”. With that Rob got up and stepped to the side, allowing his buddy to take over.

Mateo and his 6’1 tall frame walked up and straddled the carpet and then sat down. He weighed more than Rob, and I grunted when he sat on the carpet cocoon I was in. He was already cockily grinning and enjoying this. He started with a deep voice “I got something extra special for you. You see Alex, these worn Sperry boat shoes are over 7 years old and I have rarely worn socks in them, so they get that good foot stench leeched into the insoles.” Rob looked at my eyes go wide as saucers, which made him, slap his leg and egg on his buddy “Yeah Mateo make him be your foot bitch”.

With that Mateo kicked off one shoe, which was about a size 11 shoe and slowly lowered his foot and clamped his curled up sweaty toes over my nostrils. With no recourse my first breath was all I could take and I immediately began trying to twist my head to avoid those stinky bare toes. My legs had their freedom and I twisted and spread them apart in a futile attempt to free myself as I was being forced to endure this stinky foot. He sensed it and forcibly pinched my nostrils between his toes to keep my head in place and exert his control. He ordered me to take a deep whiff when my nose was stuck between his smallest and next smallest toes. I took a loud sniff so that the jocks could clearly hear my compliance and entertain their superiority.


Figure 6 Mateo's frat boy looks


I could see he had very hairy tops to his feet, which was likely one of the reasons for his strong foot stench. His feet were somewhat wide and his toes were smaller but plump and really sweaty.

He held me there for a while and then spoke “Lick these toes. They are all yours. And they do need a good tongue bath”. With that I began to tongue his toes and succumbed to his cocky dominance. Back and forth I licked his toes and snaked my tongue through his smelly toes to satisfy him and hopefully earn some bonus points to shorten this never-ending foot slavery.

I soaked his toe hairs with my saliva as his rich foot odour encompassed my face and filled my nose. Strangely his ripe scent though strong was turning me on, unlike the others that were torturing me previously.

Mateo slowly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and circled his tongue around as I was doing to his toes. Was he mimicking me? I thought …He was. Then he started to flick his tongue. I began to flick my tongue and dart his sweaty toes. He was instructing me with motion, no words. I was beginning to feel a large boner forming as he continued pressing his stinky feet to my face for service.


Figure 7 Mateo's luscious stinkers

He continued to coax me by saying things like “That feels so good”, “Oh yeah just like that”, “Yes sniff that”, and “Get my toe gunk with your tongue”. I was mesmerized and completely at the mercy of his spell. I would do anything for him I thought; those feet were just what I desired. There was something appealing about this guy and his scent and his demeanor with me. I felt more at ease and began to want to please him. And his foot scent was bringing me to a state of euphoria.

He reached into his hoody hand pocket and revealed a small Ziploc bag. He proceeded to open it and immediately moved the bag from his face and contorted his nose a bit. “I got these ped socks that I have never washed that I wear in these shoes sometimes when it is excessively hot. I think these can be a nice bonus for you”. He put his fingers in one of the ankle socks and splayed it so that it stretched. The socks were dirty. Very dirty.

He bent down and firmly placed his left hand against my forehead pinning my head to the pillows, and then brought the splayed ped sock to my nose. The sock was damp, he must have worn them recently. The ultra strong scent made me even harder. He pushed them to my lips and I opened my mouth willingly at this point, which resulted in Mateo pushing the one sock into my mouth.

He got up and handed Rob the other ped sock. Rob took the seat on the carpet roll directly in front of me, then bent down and pushed the other ped sock bottom to my nose and firmly held it there by pushing his socked foot over it to hold Mateo’s sock in place. Mateo circled around to the other end of the carpet roll where my legs and feet were hanging out and I sensed that he had kneeled. He reached for my underwear and pulled them down and then reached for my now enlarged member and took a firm grip. I could not resist his forcefulness in my state. He slowly began stroking me as Rob was treating me to Mateo’s foot scent. It did not take me but a few minutes before I took a final deep whiff of the ped sock and Mateo at the same time was stroking me that put me over the edge and I blew with immense intensity.

I heard Mateo’s deep voice, “Excellent, you are getting off on my foot stench, I love it. That is seriously turning me on. I have a lot of ideas for you and the boot camp training I am going to personally give you. We can have a lot of fun together”.

[GoBucks]

Damn those are some really hairy feet! I can't imagine how bad they smell.

Looks like Alex is enjoying having Mateo as a dom. I don't blame him, he is very attractive! Can't wait to see what this "boot camp" is like

[bondagefreak]

[mention]socjuc[/mention] Hope you're having as much fun writing as we are, reading!

Really enjoying this, man.
The photos you add are a nice bonus as well.

[Johnsnow]

Great story man... Really enjoy the pictures

[RopedBud]

I'm actually really enjoying this story so far!

[socjuc]

Part 10 – Continued tag team…

Rob adjusted his seating on the carpet roll that was encasing my upper torso and said, “Now that you got off on Mateo’s ped socks I want you to do the same with my nasty rank socks”. He brought his socked stinkers to my face and planted them over my face. His socked feet had a powerful odour that I had trouble managing.

I tried moving my head, but that just triggered Rob to forcefully cup his toes over my nose and exert his powerful legs to hold my head in dead center. My eyes caught Rob’s. He was sporting a sly smirk that I found disturbing. Rob reached into his gym shorts and began stroking his enlarged boner, and pulled it out to continue.

With that, I heard Mateo say “My turn to get off”, as I felt him adjust his stance and I felt his condom covered dick gently touch my butt. I began to retaliate with what little fight I had left. My legs were immediately swinging to the sides in a futile attempt to avoid the inevitable. Mateo just grabbed both my legs and pushed them forward so that they were pinned against the carpet roll I was trapped in. He gently pushed forward and entered my completely vulnerable anal opening. I moaned at the initial penetration and simultaneously breathed in Rob’s damp sock putrid stink. I felt completely at their mercy and helpless to do anything about it.

Mateo picked up his pace and in only a few minutes in a deep voice, grunted loudly and I felt his penis engorge and explode in the condom still within me. I breathed in Rob’s sock odour at the same time that Mateo was finishing, so that I could experience a maximum sense of submission. I too grunted and felt that I was very close to getting off once again.

At that, I heard Rob moan as he pressed his sweaty sock firmly over my nostrils as he continued to pump his meat. He reached down and pulled his sock off the foot that wasn’t in my face, which turned inside out in the process. A few strokes more and I saw him remove his socked foot from my face and he knelt forward and pulled on his enlarged member until I saw him squirt. The first of Rob’s shots grazed my face, and then he quickly caught the remaining payload in his inside out sock. Rob growled as he pumped his last expulsions into the sock. Once he regained his composure he used the cummed sock to wipe his initial squirts that had had nailed my cheek and forehead. Rob indicated “That wasn’t that bad, as I only see one squirt on your face. I have great aim as the rest landed in my sock”. He chuckled lightly.

Mateo came around to the front of the carpet unrolling the condom to the end of his dick. Mateo furthered, “Let’s add mine to yours” as he reached over to Rob’s hand that was holding his cum covered sock. Mateo flipped the condom upside down and let gravity empty his cum into Rob’s sock. After completely emptied, Rob crumbled the sock to some degree to mix both of the jocks explosions. With that Mateo dipped his index finger into the pooled mess and turned his attention towards me. I immediately started kicking my legs that were sticking out of the carpet roll, but Rob’ weight sitting on me secured my fate.

Mateo knelt and stuck his loaded index finger in front of my sealed lips. He only said it once, “OPEN”. I looked him in the eyes and opened my mouth in complete obedience. Mateo then reached over and grabbed my jaw holding it open as he stuck his cum covered index finger into my obedient mouth. I was met with an unpleasant taste I did not want to have to endure. Rob continued by crumpling up the loaded sock and easily pushed the christened sock in to my mouth and then pushed my chin to close my mouth so that I could totally savour their male dominance. Rob reached for a roll of tape that was nearby and he tore off a piece and pressed it against my mouth. My tongue moved around and experienced Rob’s and Mateo’s warm tasty cum along with the mustiness of Rob’s sock. I felt maximum dominance and weakness at the same time. Completely humiliated.

Before I could react I saw Mateo bring his dirty ped sock to my nose, and he gently pressed it to my nostrils. After a few seconds, I breathed in and smelt that now familiar chemical scent mixed with Mateo’s funky sock smell. I knew he was knocking me out so I tried holding my breath for as long as I could. My legs wildly spread and banged together in a futile attempt to revolt against what was happening to me. As the drug took hold, my breathing eased and I took in more and more breaths as my legs and limbs began to fail my will, and stopped moving. My head began to roll back under his hold and I felt Mateo push the ped sock even firmer against my nose. I remember drawing an additional large loud breath in complete defeat and then I passed out.

[bondagefreak]

[mention]socjuc[/mention] Damn, this is getting kinkier and kinkier.
Those socks and feet sure sound pungent!
Wish I could take part in this and take my turn getting my socked feet sniffed and worshipped

June is usually a low activity month. So unless this year is different, you and I will have to muddle through without much feedback for a while. I've already received a handful of messages from some of my usual reviewers letting me know they won't be around much until the end of the summer.
Fingers crossed that some of our lurkers and silent readers will step up during this time.
You hear me, guys? Step up!

[Sniffmyfeet]

Thank you for writing two more amazing chapters since my last visit! I can't imagine how humiliating it must be to go through all that. And it's hot at the same time.

[TiedNW]

Great new chapter! It’s getting to a new kinky stage, I like it!

[DeeperThanRed]

Great use of tape gag! I love when gags are used to keep something in a guy's mouth against his will.

[socjuc]

Thanks guys for all your nice comments and continued words of support! We are almost there...

Part 11 – Cop buddies…

When I came to, I thankfully no longer had Rob’s cum covered sock in my mouth and the tape had been removed from my mouth. It was odd, but I felt somewhat clean and I could smell fresh soap. It was a refreshing clean scent compared to what I had been subjected to. They must have cleaned me up when I was passed out I ventured to guess. I was also wearing a t-shirt and shorts.

One small problem; I discovered that my hands were in handcuffs and they were hooked to rings that were attached to the concrete floor. My false momentary sense of freedom was crushed. I attempted to move my legs and found the same thing. They too were cuffed and attached to rings that were secured to the floor. In essence I was spread-eagled to the floor. No chance of any escape. I didn’t like this vulnerability and where this could now go. I had zero defenses to any of these dominant characters and what they wanted to do to me.

I started to take in the environment and get my senses back as the drug wore off. There was no sign of Mateo or Rob. I was alone. At this point it was the next day based on the light shining in from nearby windows. I heard a door open and I saw Rob and Mateo re-enter and walk towards me.

They reached me and Rob piped in, “Well I hope you had a nice sleep, cause you are likely going to need to be rested”. I struggled briefly and I pleaded, “Please Rob I can’t endure this anymore, it is too much for me. Please let me go. I will tell your dad I escaped on my own; he won’t know you helped me. Please, don’t make me beg”.

Mateo piped in, “What? Are you serious? You have to be kidding. You are going to be mine dude, all mine. We just need to convince Mr. Manueles that we need you. Then I will bring you to our frat house as our much needed house mascot and slave. It will be totally about servicing the other frats and me”, as he briefly chuckled. I was mortified at what he said.

Just then the door reopened and I heard multiple steps. It was Gabe, Josh, and 2 other officers I did not recognize.

The first officer was a tallish ginger with short orange hair and a neat scruffy beard with impressive green eyes. He was about 6’2” tall less muscular than the others, and was “Scottish looking” and seemed younger than the other cops, likely in his twenties. The second new cop was blond and was about 6’3” with deep blue eyes and a large muscular frame compared to the ginger. They were loud in conversation as they entered.

Officer Josh piped in, “Good morning Alex. I hear that you have been making great progress and really impressing the boys with your compliance to them. This will go a long way for you. Trust me”. I was perplexed by these words.

“Matt here is going to give you a taste of what he has to offer and he wants to see your current worshiping abilities” Josh finished.

The ginger stepped forward and put the nearby chair down facing me so that it was straddling my torso. The ginger scruffy bearded Matt sat in front of me and spoke in a deep voice, “I want you to give me your best foot worship or I will have to begin teaching you the hard way”. I began to struggle my legs and arms but with limited motion I quietly resigned to my new predicament.

He slipped off his first cop boot with one hand and a long dirtied white tube sock clung to a massive foot that easily was a size 13. I immediately groaned that turned into a weak whimper. Then he slipped off his second boot revealing a similar grungy sock.

He slipped on his black gloves, slowing slipping his fingers into each of the gloved fingers as he looked directly into my eyes with his dominating look. Matt stood up from the chair and knelt down on one side of me. I began to get nervous at what he was going to do next. I pulled my arms and legs, which only rattled the cuffs I was in but did not free me in any way.

Matt planted one foot on the floor mat I was lying on and slowly rolled down his long sock so that it formed a ring as it rolled down his leg. I was in awe at what he was doing and something I had never seen before. He continued to roll the sock until it was completely off his foot and in a tight ring. The dirtiest part of the sock from the toe area was the fabric that you could see connecting the ringed sock form.

Matt reached his arm over to my face and planted his black-gloved hand firmly over my nose and mouth and clamped on tight. Initially I did not need to breathe but that was short lived and I struggled to draw in initial air.

I began to freak out and tried twisting my head to get free, but Matt’s grip was too firm and I had no chance for fresh air. I retaliated by moving my limbs in a panic to insure Matt knew I was suffocating.

My eyes scanned from side to side and I caught Officer Josh’s eyes and my eyes were wide open in protest and I intensely glared at him for any sympathy I could draw from him. Officer Josh returned a glare as he stood there cross armed with keen interest in what was unfolding.

When I could endure no longer and I thought I was going to pass out, he removed his gloved grip and instantly replaced my nose covering with his sweaty grungy rolled up sock. The sweaty sock pressed to my nose was very very wet. I discovered immediately that the sock was very pungent, but I could not be choosy at that moment. I concentrated on rapid breath recovery and repeatedly drew in more and more stinky cop foot odour. The pleasant soapy scent I woke up to was completely overtaken by Matt’s sock stench.

“Breathe hard fucker”, Matt ordered. I did not know this cop and didn’t care for his little breath depriving game complete with his pungent sock he used to exert his dominance. I didn’t like where this was going.

He sensed my defiance and expression and reached down and pressed his fist into my midsection and held it there and pressed it even harder. It began to hurt and I was getting somewhat winded. He continued pressing his socked ring firmly over my nasal opening ensuring that my only breath would be saturated by his foot scent. I was shocked at how strong the vinegary scent permeated his sock. He just rubbed over and over as I drew in more breaths. I had a no choice as I was clearly surrounded by these cops and jocks, and I complied. I noticed the audience was clearly amused with the show before them.

Matt kicked in, “That’s it Alex, you know what I like, you are pleasing me. This is turning me on”.

His freckled skinned foot then approached my face. He finally removed the sock from my nose. I had a moment of relief. He smeared his sweaty and stinky toes over my entire face. His toes with their excessive sweat easily gripped my facial skin and locked in wherever he was pressing. I was completely at the mercy of this ginger cop. My only oxygen intake was tainted by his powerful essence. I thought he may want me to worship and I voluntarily began to lick one toe anticipating what Matt wanted. I was wrong. Matt kicked in, “Did I tell you to lick? I want you to get really familiar with sniffing my toes. Be a good food bitch and sniff hard for me”.



Figure 8 Matt’s pungent toes

[Msueta@2]

Please write chapter twelve fast bring back a used crusty jockstrap or used sweaty athletic cup also armpit tickling ballsack licking gasmask tube smell punishment where he has to guess what he is smelling also add a hatichi magic want and deny him any pleasure for an hour to 2 and a half hours

[Tsuhaya]

This is amazing! All the characters and descriptions. Continue the good work my friend, I'm looking forward to more of this

[bondagefreak]

Loved the glovegag-scene combined with the eventual smothering and forced sock sniffing.
Officer Josh' way of passively observing was pretty hot.

Still holding out for the next chapter, [mention]socjuc[/mention]

[socjuc]

Well when [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] taps you on the shoulder

Thanks [mention]Msueta@2[/mention] and [mention]Tsuhaya[/mention] for your feedback and kind words. And thanks to all my consistent readers and your previous comments and for your patience on this one. Much appreciated!

[mention]Msueta@2[/mention] you might find something in this one you may like.

Part 12 –Intro to my second foot Master

After some time of tormenting and dominating me with his foot stench and sweaty dogs, Matt got up and left the chair in front of me free. The cops, Rob, Matt, and Mateo, all were talking amongst themselves. Then they all headed toward the stairs and left me there still chained to the floor spread eagled. I closed my eyes and cherished my moment of peace and tranquility without being tormented.

I heard some movements and opened my eyes and was startled causing me to jump when I saw directly in front of me the other new cop that came in with Matt. That is, the blond blue eyed 6’3” cop. He was still in full cop uniform. I looked to the ceiling and avoided staring at him. He seemed intimidating to me with his bold stance over me. I did not know him and I was angered that the others left me there alone with yet another new cop… I kind of felt extra vulnerable in a weird way as the cops like Gabe and Josh whom I have seen on more than one occasion meant some sort of familiarity, and really were merely a false sense of security. I knew I was no longer thinking right. I was lost.

He started, “I am Kirk, your new cop foot master, and I am different from the others Alex. I have needs and I know you do too. I like to make this situation a win-win scenario. You comply for me and I will seek to help you out also. I am more than reasonable as a master you will see. Trust me”. At that statement I lowered my gaze from the ceiling to catch his eyes, which were then staring directly at me. I was captured by his look and his friendly smile I thought.

“I need you to completely comply to my orders and we will get along very very well. Will you actively participate and I promise I will treat you well?”. He paused for moment before continuing, “Think hard I could always report you to Officer Josh and feed you to the rest of them. You know the lions”, finishing with a slight chuckle. “You got nothing to lose”.

A few moments went by as I continued to look at him and then I grudgingly nodded my consent. I thought what could I honestly do in these circumstances?

Kirk piped in, “That’s my boy. Trust me it will be fine. He reached down and pulled his first boot off. My gaze was met with Officer Kirk’s white socks he was wearing. But in his case, unlike the others, the socks were inside out. The sole of the sock was dark in sweat and dirt stains. They looked dirtier than the others I had endured. I began to squirm moving my limbs in a futile attempt to break from my restraints.

Officer Kirk continued “I need you to actively hard sniff these sweaty socks that I have been working on since I heard the team was getting you. I will even un-cuff you to give you some freedom and give you the use of your hands”.

With that, he undid my 2 wrists. This left my upper torso completely free allowing me to move unhindered, after what seemed like quite a long time by this point. I wasn’t dumb enough to try anything based on his sheer size compared to me. It would be no contest if I were to even try.

I reached for this dirty socked foot with my free hands, not resisting at this point as I heard what Kirk was saying and thought his points were good, and thought he seemed different than the others.

The first touch of that inside-out sock I felt a very soaked sweaty material. I merely squeezed it and attempted to massage his one foot using both my hands. I felt him slightly groan and say, “A very good start there Alex keep it up just like that”.

Then his foot pressed forward, freeing itself from my grip, until his foot made contact with my nose, at which point he held it there and ordered, “When my sock is on your face I need to hear you breathe”. I breathed in compliance and was met with a nice manly foot funk that I was exposed to. It was strong but not overly raunchy, something I felt I could handle. Thank god, I initially thought… I moved my nose around his sock sampling his different scents at the heel comparing to the toes as I breathed heavily for his pleasure. I enjoyed the texture of the damp towel like texture of the sock that was running over my nose that was something I did not experience with the others. I was starting to get stiff one myself.

I saw a broad smile forming on his squared jaw face. He was enjoying my compliance and his feeling of dominance. I thought I might be ok if I can continue to please this guy, as the other cops had much stronger foot odour, and it could be much worse for me.

After I had some time to savour his scent, he ordered me to remove his sock, which I did slowly pulling the socks off his feet turning them right side out in the process.

He piped in, “Give me that sock”.

I handed him the sock and he grabbed my arm that was extended to him. With his other arm he held the back of my head and grabbed his sock in hand and quickly pressed it to my mouth. I breathed in trying to be compliant.

“Open” he ordered.

I resigned myself and looked to the ground.

“Look me in the eyes and open”, he continued.

I began to feel this could go sideways on me and I was beginning to see his need for control. I quickly brought my gaze to his eyes and opened. He pressed the sock in as he gripped the back of my head for leverage. The sock tasted less appealing than its’ scent. He followed by putting a wide piece of gray tape over my mouth sealing the sweat soaked sock firmly into my yapper. My tongue was trapped down forced to taste Kirk’s sweat.

He removed his grip from my head and I gently resumed my laying down position. He reconnected my wrists, which were still in open handcuffs, to the metal loops in the floor. This secured me back to the floor and completely vulnerable again.

Officer Kirk knelt beside me and brushed his index fingers under my fully exposed armpits. I immediately began yelling into my sockgag and squirming violently against my restraints. I was doomed I thought. He continued his tickling and picked up his pace. I was wildly resisting and moving all my locked limbs. I was at the brink of losing it as I continued to wildly laugh and snort as my mouth was sealed shut.

He momentarily stopped and moved down to my vulnerable feet. He looked up at me with a sheepish grin on his face. I started moving my face repeatedly side to side over and over with a slight whimper to beg him not to start on my feet. I have extremely ticklish feet. It’s my biggest weakness. I would surely not be able to handle this level of torture.

He looked down and proceeded to ignore my gesture and begin to lightly scrape my bare feet with his fingers. Instantly it sent my body into a convulsive state. He continued through my screaming into my gag, and violent thrusts. He would not let up and I could not control myself anymore. I could not hold it and lost it and peed into my shorts as he continued to torment my feet. At that point I could not stop and I completely flooded my shorts until a puddle formed and I felt a stream of warm piss trace my leg and descend towards my feet. When he noticed the stream he had a surprised look on his face and he finally stopped. “Wow I guess that was too much for you”, Kirk jokingly concluded and he chuckled. “I will have to do something about that for you”.

With that I felt his firm grip pull my shorts down. I instantly started thrashing to avoid Officer Kirk fully exposing me. He continued, “No Alex, you will comply. Quit your resisting”. My response was a weak whimper that was all I could muster, as I was left completely vulnerable to this cop.

Once my shorts were lowered partially, Kirk grabbed a towel and he mopped up the piss mess I made from his tickle tormenting. Once he completed the initial dry up, he reached forward and undid one of my wrists and fastened that wrist to the same loop holding my other wrist to the floor. In effect, I was doubly attached behind my back to the floor by my wrists.

Officer Kirk then undid both my legs from the floor and he removed my soaked shorts from my legs and fastened only one ankle to the floor. I was now on my side with my butt fully facing the officer and my wrists still holding my arms firmly to the ground. My upper leg was free but was being held by Kirk’s muscular arms. I did not even fight it at this point as I was fully spent from the tickling and the humiliating mess I did to myself. Officer Kirk just continued to towel me off in a gentle manner.

I did not like what I saw next. Officer Kirk pulled his cop pants completely off, and along with it, his boxer briefs. I looked away as he exposed his manhood. He opened a condom package and slipped it on before positioning himself in reverse of me so that his feet were towards my head. He then maneuvered and pushed into my exposed butt completely dominating me in a backwards stance.

He was big, and I felt his piercing member invade my behind. He then gently brought his sticky sweaty now curled toes to my nose and clamped on, pushing my head to make contact with the wall behind me. I drew in a breath of more intense foot aroma so that he could hear me. His arms gripped my one free leg and he used it as leverage. I felt his foot begin to press and release to my nose firmly in a rhythmic manner, fully using the wall and my head to support him penetrating me. He continued and with a very intense groan brought himself to a full erotic climax. All I could do was whimper being completely at his mercy.

I was done…more than done.

[bondagefreak]

Woah! This chapter has a few surprises for us.
First, this new and so far relatively down-to-earth blond guy. And now, our young Alex giving himself over (body and mind) to this stranger. He must feel pretty secure or somewhat attracted to his new Master.

My favourite bit was this:

Gabe and Josh whom I have seen on more than one occasion meant some sort of familiarity, and really were merely a false sense of security. I knew I was no longer thinking right. I was lost.

Really gives us an inside view of Alex's state of mind.
Gabe and Josh making him feel safe sounds like a serious case of Stockholm syndrome to me.

Can't help but wonder whether or not Kirk will begin to play a more significant role in all this.
As for Alex, he's past the point of no return.
He can never go back to his old life after an experience like this.

Part of me feels as though he'll eventually learn to accept that.

[Msueta@2]

Good chapter can't wait to see what you have next

[GoBucks]

Great last few chapters! Things have really advanced since I last read with sex being involved!

Blond cop Kirk seems like a hot dom. It's almost like he is tricking Alex into a false sense of security about being about mutual pleasure though. It just seems like a way to gain his trust to get him to cooperate more. Alex sure hasn't had much input!

Also looking forward to Alex potentially becoming the slave of Mateo's frat house!

Keep them coming!

[socjuc]

Part 13 –Oh boy, I am doomed…

Kirk laid there on top, still inside me. With his sweaty toes curled over my nose punishing my nostrils. I just breathed his sweaty toe scent in complete defeat and utter exhaustion. I no longer cared, or had any fight left in me.

After a few minutes, Officer Kirk got up and cleaned himself up, slipping into a pair of shorts. He reached for my arm and undid the shackle and then laying me flat to the ground again, before clipping the handcuff back to the floor so I was spread-eagled. He then undid my leg shackles and let my legs sit free finally. He took a fresh towel and draped it over my exposed privates.

I closed my eyes and tried to wrestle with my thoughts, with what I was exposed to and with how I could get out of this situation. If there was even a way to do that. I was not really creative in ideas at that point and had nothing of any value that came to mind. I think I was left for a period as I believe I dosed off, still complete with a sock gag sealed in my mouth and my arms shackled to the floor.

I heard some voices and people approaching. I opened my eyes. Officer Kirk was the first I saw. He approached me in front but then passed me and I heard and felt he was right behind me. He lowered himself and sat down. I felt his strong arms lift my upper torso so that my shackled wrists were extended and a maximum distance from the ground. He wiggled his powerful legs underneath me. He kept wiggling until he had my head resting on his shorts strategically placed of course directly on his hardened boner. I was so tired and angered I didn’t even resist him. All I knew was that he being underneath me forced my shackles to the point of no more possible movement. My legs were free and I just moved them around enjoying at least some level of freedom.

Officer Kirk was settled in and his left muscular arm firmly pressed and held my head in place exactly where he wanted me. I was pissed off at him for lying to me and to be honest to myself for being such an idiot to fall for his enticing words.

Once in my new forced locked in state, I began to hear what sounded like some wheels squeaking as they rotated, as they were getting closer and closer, but they were not in my line of vision. Officer Kirk looked down at me as he was directly over me and he had on a broad smile that I found a little unnerving, after what he had just finished doing to me. He easily lifted my head so that directly in front of me I had full vision of what was unfolding in front of me.

Quite simply I instantly was mortified. Even with my mouth completely gagged, my mouth further opened in astonishment.

Officer Josh was leaned over a wooden box that he was wheeling in. A box similar to what I was locked in previously by Officer Josh that kidnapped me. Within, I could only make out a gagged mouth with the head of a victim that had medical elastic band wrapping the entire head. The victim was anonymous. I could only see the victim’s nose sticking out. It was another slave...like me…so it seemed.

My eyes went wide-eyed, as Officer Gabe entered in my vision bent over pushing in yet another box. It too on wheels, with a taped up victim in tow inside. Lastly Officer Kyle similarly wheeled in his prize in another box on wheels. They stopped with the 3 wooden boxes splayed and in perfect formation so that I could easily see all of them at once, complete with their officers standing behind their box. Officer Kirk supported my head with his powerful grip along with his erect package behind my head ensuring I got an unobstructed view of this spectacle.

Along with this array of victims and cops that were fully uniformed, were some of the others I fell victim to previously. These being Rob, Gabe’s son, and some of his buddies, Andy, Ross, Craig whom I have all met and serviced already. They were fucken punks with serious dominating attitudes complete with their putrid foot odours. Mateo was here also, standing with that group. He on the other hand I recalled liking of all these dominating individuals. There were a group of cops in uniform, some of which I recognized and others that I had no idea who they were. The cops were talking amongst themselves and looking over and chuckling at my predicament. I swallowed and felt instantly cold at what was unfolding before me. What was this? Who were all of these dudes? Surely I was not going to have to endure them all? WTF?

Josh finally piped in, “You see Alex, thanks to Kyle we have an endless supply of foot subs for our secret foot fetish club. We have most of the cops in our division and the better part of the wrestling and lacrosse teams from Rob’s high school, some construction workers, and some frat boys from the local university involved. At least for now, as we are hoping to add some new dom groups shortly that we will introduce you to in due time.” I could only go wide eyed hearing this.

He continued, “We started this club years ago and it has developed into quite the formidable group. It will take you some time to learn how it works, but eventually you will follow suit and do what we need completely at our whim. You subs all end up this way”, as he waved his strong arm pointing to the 3 slaves shackled in the boxes they had just finished wheeling in. No sounds came from the boxes, not a whimper, not a movement banging in the box, nothing. I gulped at their reaction. Was this gonna be me? I got cold in an instant.

Officer Josh furthered “But I have to say the best time is when we get a new pup like you. Your resistance gets some of us to be completely turned on. The fun for me is seeing how you initially fit in and who will become your new masters”.

“Right now you are in our basic training phase. The new guys we are introducing you to, are coming over to kind of ‘kick the tires' sort of speak, to see if they like what they see. Kind of like what you do when you buy a car. You know what I mean?”, he concluded. The cops just laughed in unison.

I wasn’t laughing, I just managed to put a weak grunt through my gag. With that, officer Kirk’s right hand came into my vision with a grip on a once white sock. He strategically brought the dirty toe area to my nostrils and pressed it over so I could enjoy the full effect of his dominating foot scent. I drew in a breath of his strong scent and just splayed my legs slightly in quiet resignation to Kirk.

I furrowed my brow in confusion, and combined boiling anger starting, in what I was hearing. I thought he can’t be serious, how can this sort of thing even exist?

Rob hinted about all of this in the past. I remember him saying I would know soon enough and that I would learn to obey, etc. This was all clicking and beginning to make sense. I was putting together things I recall Ross and Andy saying that confused me at the time. My thoughts were interrupted.

Josh continued, “You see you will be assigned a foot master from each of the foot master groups. These will be one cop, one high-school lacrosse player or wrestler, one frat boy, and one construction worker. You will get four foot masters and they will co-ordinate when you service them amongst their needs and schedules”.

“Gabe and I are extra foot masters and you get us when we want to mix it up”. Josh furthered, “Occasionally we swap your masters to get you some quality time with others in the club, and so you can enjoy the different levels of dominance and so you can know and appreciate the different foot scents we have to offer you”. His broad smile unnerved me.

I began to squirm and wiggle my free feet, which was about all I could move based on my latest bondage predicament having Officer Kirk’s legs beneath me.

“You have already been introduced to Mateo, who needs a sub, as he is new to our ‘cosa nostra’ as we call ourselves”, Josh added. As all the guys in the room chuckled. My eyes bulged to what he was saying. I was now terrified of this and what this would now do to my life.

Mateo stepped forward and sat beside me. With a broad smile he gripped his ratty running shoe and pulled it off. A dirty white-socked foot was exposed, and Mateo wiggled his socked toes in my vision. I clearly remember servicing Mateo’s hairy feet and was forced to sniff those strong smelling boat shoes he wore all the time. Officer Kirk removed his sock from my nose as a courtesy to Mateo who eagerly placed his socked toes firmly over my nose so that he could continue with me. Mateo smiled and put out his first order as my first declared master, “Sniff hard for me”.

Josh continued, “You need not think about ratting us out or not participating in our little thing here. You, like the others, have been strategically chosen by Kyle with his ability to research perspective subs with his police work. We have something on each of our subs that Kyle verifies, so unless you want to consider prison time, we strongly suggest compliance”. All the cops and the high school athletes smiled at that statement. My eyes moved side-to-side thinking what possibly they had on me besides my Internet search history. I was drawing a complete blank.

I was doomed, and knew there was no way out….I could only pray to be assigned nice doms with perhaps bearable foot domination. I drew in another breath of Mateo’s sock scent in quiet resignation.


THE END or End of part 1, as I haven’t really decided.

[Sniffmyfeet]

The scene where these boxed slaves are rolled into the room is really powerful. It's one of those moments in which you'd like to scream for help... except you can't because of the sock gag. Of the four groups of masters you mentioned, I'd prefer to serve the lacrosse player. Unfortunately, slaves don't get to choose.