Chapter 7 - Donovan's Arrival
The inside of Connor's old shoe looked nasty to say the least.
It's once white interior was now a mix of grey and brown...no doubt the result of several years worth accumulation of sweat, toe jam and sock lint.
On the sweat-stained inner sole, the number "13" was still visible, although most of it was faded out due to constant use and abuse.
"Here...take a whiff." Connor teased, holding the back of my head and slowly moving his smelly sneaker over my face, until my chin, mouth and nose disappeared inside it's warm interior.
I took a sniff and immediately let out a muffled cry for help.
I started going crazy, moaning and crying out into my gag, shaking my head from side to side...but nothing would do it.
The jock clamped his old Reebok trainer over my face and held it there, forcing me to take deep whiffs of his potent foot odour.
I loved smelling stinky sneakers and worn socks, but Connor's bad boys weren't just worn-out and stinky...they reeked! The putrid, funky scent that emanated from them was just so thick...so, strong and overbearing.
I moaned and fought my bonds, twisting and pulling against the rope that kept me secured in a tight hogtie.
The jockstrap gag filled my mouth completely and the tape was so tight and generously applied that I couldn't even move my jaw.
The big blond hunk held my head in his thick arms and kept his pungent sneaker clamped over my face.
Each new breath forced me to moan, beg and struggle with renewed fervor.
Connor finally pulled his reeking shoe off my face, allowing me to take a breath of fresh air.
My respite was short-lived however, and soon my face was back inside the jock's smelly old trainer, sniffing in it's stuffy, cheesy scent.
It continued like that for a while...
Connor would pull my face out of his sneaker, only to shove it back in a few seconds later.
His foot stench was absolutely horrid, but at the same time I loved every minute of being subjected to it. He was such a big, strong dude...and it made me so horny to be at his feet, sniffing those big size 13 sneakers of his.
Trapped between the hard floor and the weight of my hogtied body, the rock-hard member in my pants started throbbing and oozing pre-cum.
Connor's foot odour was so potent and overwhelming that I couldn't think straight.
I pleaded through my gag, begging him to remove his shoe from my face, but he wouldn't listen.
The hunky blond-haired stud loved having me sniff his stench and loved the power and control he had over me. I was his foot bitch and he'd have it no other way.
Suddenly, I realised Donovan was in the room, talking to Matt and Connor.
I didn't even hear him come in, so busy I was, trying to cope with the blond stud's filthy old shoe.
Even while talking to his buddy, Connor continued holding my head and pressing my face into his sneaker.
Eventually, he stopped and let my head go, allowing me to recover from the overbearing scent of his footwear.
"What are we gonna do with him?" I heard Donovan ask, his deep, masculine voice resounding across the cramped room.
I looked at the football stud, my face red in shame as I noted the differences and similarities he shared with the other Alpha male in the room, Connor.
Both jock's had a similar build.
Donovan was slightly taller, but Connor made up for the small height difference in bulk and muscle.
Connor's hair was a shade darker than Donovan's, but both studs shared the same pale blue eyes and sharp facial features that drove chicks mad.
I suddenly stopped focusing my attention on Donovan, and instead paid attention to what he and the others were saying.
After all, it might give me a clue as to what they were planning to do with me.
"We should let Chase, Rick and the other guys know..." Matt suggested.
"No" Connor immediately cut off. "For now, this stays between the three of us."
"Agreed" Donovan spoke.
Matt didn't say anything, but the expression on his face spoke clearly.
He obviously wasn't following Connor's line of thought.
"Dude. If we tell the others about this punk, they'll all want in on this." Connor explained. "I wanna keep this between the three of us for now, that way we don't have to share him the other guys."
"Yeah...okay." Matt finally answered, understanding the logic behind his buddy's argument.
"So...how d'you guys wanna do this?" Donovan asked.
I waited in quiet anticipation, but from the silence that suddenly reigned in the room, I knew that they didn't really have a plan yet.
A few seconds passed, until finally Connor spoke.
"We'll bring him to our dorm...that's the only thing I can think of right now." he said, obviously at a loss for other ideas.
"That's fine, I don't have anywhere to keep him." Donovan pointed out. "Anyways, you guys found him, so it's only fair that he stays with you."
It was settled. The three jocks were in agreement.
Whether I wanted to or not, I was gonna be spending the weekend at Connor and Matt's place.
"Okay...let's get the fuck outta here and bring this fucker to our place." Connor said, getting up and rubbing his hands together.
I watched Matt pick up stuff off the ground, old socks, worn jockstraps, cups and other gear. He gathered a bunch of stuff and started stuffing everything inside his black sports bag.
Donovan and Connor disappeared into the gym, only to come back with a really big hockey bag, which I assumed was in the coach's office.
"Alright, you take his feet, I'll take his shoulders." Connor instructed, and before I knew it, I was being lifted up off the ground and placed inside the big bag.
As soon as the two blond studs put me in the bag, they started grabbing stuff from off the floor and dumping it in with me.
My head was soon surrounded with stinky, worn gear and the bag was zipped up, sealing me in with all this funky-smelling stuff.
I tried moaning, but they just ignored me.
The bag smelled like sweat and body odour, and I couldn't do anything to get away from it.
The hogtie was starting to get really uncomfortable and here I was, sealed in and zipped up inside this big black sports bag.
I felt myself being lifted off the ground and I knew that we were leaving the locker room and leaving school.
Connor would take me to his dorm, for what promised to be a very crazy, very humiliating
weekend.
My dungeon awaits!