I set to work cleaning the bathroom as best I could. I decided to start lapping at the floor as it was the least grim part, although there was still plenty of pissy areas where the arrogant dickheads who were doing this to me were just too lazy to find the toilet. The smell was still rank from the night before, a mix of sweat, piss and farts. My tongue lapped at the floor for what felt like hours, but having not been cleaned by these lads in so long, it felt like an impossible task and my mouth was getting really dry.
I struggled to stand up with my hands tied behind my back, but managed to eventually, and went to nudge the tap with my head to get some water. It became obvious that earlier in the morning the evil bastards had turned the water off at the mains, knowing they were going to give me this task. I was so thirsty and my mouth was so dry, and was panicking that I was not going to be able to clean the bathroom to a good enough standard and end up getting a beating. In my desperation I kneeled back down and lapped up the stale piss the lads had clearly deliberately left for me. After all I was getting pretty used to having to drink it now anyway. The toilet was absolutely disgusting, covered in skids and spit. I drew the line and decided to leave it, whatever punishment they gave me couldn't be that bad. This felt like a little victory at this point. I crawled back downstairs and waited for the lads to return, with a little grin on my face knowing I had disobeyed them.
They returned home about an hour later, laughing and being obnoxiously loud as normal, still wearing their kits. Their team's kits were replica Man City kits, so the material clung to their bodies quite tightly and the shorts showed off their amazing arses nicely. It seemed like they had won and had a few beers to celebrate afterwards. "Here's our little gayboy", shouted Kaylum. "You look surprisingly clean dickhead, you better have done a good job or else."
I just kneeled there looking up at the group of happy, sexy, popular lads. It must have been raining outside as their kits were all muddy and were practically skin tight, although that could just have been through sweat, the smell of which filled the room. As much as I hated them as this point, they looked incredible. I practically gasped just staring at them.
"Well you little cunt, aren't you going to kiss the boots of the matchwinner Junaid here?" said Afti, putting his arm round his mate whilst letting a long drop of spit fall from his mouth onto the boot.
"Yes of course, well done Master Junaid", I said, crawling over and kissing both boots, and lapping up the spit Afti had provided, whilst he pushed my head down with his studs. As I did this, the smell of their sweaty bodies surrounding me as well as their testerone hit me and I realised, embarrassingly, that for the first time in a while, my dick was rock hard again. The smell, coupled with the sight of them, must have made my dick forget the position I was in temporarily.
"Alright gayboy you can stop now, no-one said you had to give it a full-on snog" said Sam mockingly, while kicking me back to my previous spot on the floor whilst the others laughed. With me back in full view, the lads noticed my fully hard dick with pre-cum leaking out of it. "Hahaha look at the state of him man" laughed Junaid. "Looks like he thought he was gonna lose his virginity to your footie boots." Again my head dropped while I was put through further verbal abuse and humiliation.
"Hey gayboy, this will cheer you up" said Kaylum. "That little thing you call a dick there, you haven't been able to touch it for a while. As a treat for the amazing job we know you'll have done cleaning the shitty toilet we left you, we're going to let you wank off live for all the subscribers on your OnlyFans."
I was sceptical about why these were doing this, and didn't really want thousands of strangers to watch me wank, but I was also beyond horny at this point and it didn't seem like I was being given much choice in the matter. "Ready?" Kaylum grinned and the camera was again focused on me. I began to stroke my dick while the lads all laughed and shouted more abuse, mostly about the size of my dick and how much of a slut I must be. I was covered in spit from all the lads who it seemed were trying to impersonate a bukkake scene. The lads took turns in shoving their sweaty fingers and hands in my mouth and rubbing my pre-cum in my face and lips.
"He looks like he's getting close lads." said Sam grinning. "Now tell your viewers how much you love your chav gods and remember to stare at the camera." I was so horny that I just stared at the camera whilst blurting out how much I loved each of their lads, their feet, how amazing they looked in their kits and, especially, their arses." As I said this, Kaylum grabbed my head and shoved it in his sweaty, footie kit covered arse, and let out a huge fart. I immediately shot a huge load which made the lads cheer and laugh, before the mood quickly turned and I was ordered to lick up my own cum from the floor. I quickly did this, no longer feeling turned on and instead scared about what I was in store for when the lads saw the bathroom upstairs.
"I hope you enjoyed that you sick cunt" said Scotty menacingly, pulling my head back up off the floor and grabbing my cheeks. "We got you a little gift on the way home." He smiled as he pulled out what I recognised to be a chastity cage. "That will be the last time you ever use that pathetic cock of yours." I felt the emphasis on the word "ever", it seemed like he genuinely meant that.
I panicked and my eyes started to well up. This seemed like another level of extremity and finality in my situation. "Grab him lads", he laughed, while Junaid and Sam grabbed an arm each and pinned me down. I wriggled but was hopeless against these two strong lads. My limp dick wasn't putting up much of a fight by this point either, and the cage was easily locked in place. I was in genuine shock, which was captured by the camera, before the filming stopped.
"Now let's go check out your cleaning eh gayboy? If this turns out to be a shit job, what just happened will end up being the highlight of your night, trust me." snarled Kaylum as he grabbed my hair and pulled me upstairs, while the others followed. Suddenly I massively regretted my earlier cockiness about not cleaning the toilet.
As we walked through the bathroom door, Kaylum quickly noticed my half-hearted job and shouted angrily "what the fuck do you call this?". This was the maddest I had seen him, he looked like a genuine psycho. I was dragged and my head shoved into the toilet. "Lick our fucking shit off that toilet now". I guessed at this point I was no worse off than I would have been, except for making the lads much angrier, but things were about to get a whole lot worse.