OK guys, this is my first attempt to write a story myself. I am Dutch, so my English is not really perfect. If there is someone who wants to help me with the right words I would really appreciate that. Please let me know what you think about the story. Feedback is really appreciated. My e-mail is rwaterdam@hotmail.com.
Soccer team slave part 1! Written by Ronny Waterdam
Here I am: In the boys locker-room, spit shining 16 pairs of soccer Shoes, licking them clean with my tongue, swallowing all the dirt and polishing them for my mean masters. I felt like I was the happiest slave in the world, working for them, but how did it all start?
It was a rainy day in early autumn, I was looking for those gorgeous soccer players, practicing on the field. I walked there beside the fields and looked at the boys. They were 18-19 years old and looked really beautiful: young Dutch soccer players, practicing all in different soccer kits. There was a nice blond guy in black Adidas pants and orange socks walking on dirty white soccer cleats. I knew his name was Kevin because he was in the same class as my younger brother. Sometimes he came to our house and studied with my brother and I couldn't get my eyes off him... Kevin had an attitude I liked very much: very cocky, a real man.
He was running around the field with his mates and I decided to hide myself in the bushes. To look at those boys in their wet, sweaty outfit, running in the field through the mud with their cleats. I don't know what it is, but seeing those boys in their soccer kit, especially their socks, shin pads and shoes make me really aroused. I want to smell them, to feel them and to lick them. I don't know what it is with me, is it normal to get aroused by boys feet? I don't want this, I want to fall in love with a beautiful guy and just love him without those dirty fantasies, but I know that the first thing I do is check out a guys feet and his footwear. And instead of making love to them I want to lick their feet and become a slave for them.
There was Mike, another stud from the team, running with his yellow socks pulled up to above his knees. Sweat was dripping from his face and I could hear him breath. He was tired, that's what I saw! He started to slow down and right in front of me he stopped. With his hands on his knees he was resting and watched his friends go by. He stood there at least for 5 minutes, I was dead silent in the bushes, not wanting to show myself with my hard-on while getting off on him and his soccer friends. I heard him blew his nose and he spat a huge slimy one in the grass right in front of me. As I looked at the slime in front of me he started to run again...
"you have to take that slime away for those boys" said the voice in my head. "you don't want those guys step in it and get their shoes dirty, so you have to lick it up"! my mind was racing. Did I really want to take that loogie in my mouth, did I really want to avoid these boys to step in it. There was Mike again, running his second lap... "oh what a masculine guy" I thought while looking at his spit. "I have to do it, I really have to do it", I thought... I looked around me and saw the soccer players at the other side of the field running. I moved myself closer to the spit... It laid between my hands and I moved my head to the dirt in the grass, I opened my mouth and touched the slime with my tongue... slowly I sucked the slime out of the grass... "Ahum, what are you doing there?", I heard. In a shock I looked behind me and saw Rick, the tall, masculine soccer player stand behind me... What are you licking from the grass, he said. "is that slime?" Do you like that?, he asked. I couldn't say anything. I just bowed my ashamed head and said "I'm sorry, sir"...
He smiled "good boy, you already know your place. There is still some dirt in the grass, go ahead and finish your work". I looked him in the eyes and wanted to cry. "hurry up, the boys are almost here. Or do you want them to see what you are doing?"... in a hurry I licked all the spit from the grass. Hearing rick behind me having a good laugh... "ok boy, follow me", he said...
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