OK guys, this is my first attempt to write a story myself. I am Dutch, so my English is not really perfect. 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 3 written by Ronny Waterdam
"oh boy, shut up, open your mouth.. I saw him pick up his sock and he started to put it in my mouth... I did not dare to spit it out, so there was I: behind the lockers with his soccer sock in my mouth...
"well slave, let's go to the locker-room. My teammates must have left the lockers and having a drink in the canteen. I have work to do for you... Have you ever sucked dick?"
I followed my newfound master into the lockerroom. what have I done? I was just walking around and wanted to get off on those boys, now one of them found me swallowing someones spit and was pushing me deeper and deeper into slavery.
"So slave, the guys made a real mess here, do you like it?" I looked around in the lockerroom. everywhere were soccerclothes, shinpads, socks, pants, garbage, mud on the floor, the smell was overpowering, pure boysweat combined with grass and mud. "This is from now on your heaven, slave. You'll work here after each practice, cleaning our lockerroom and do whatever we say to you." I was almost crying when he said that to me, I wanted to ask him to leave me alone, but then I realised that I still had his dirty blue sock in my mouth. "I want you to collect all the smelly clothes first. Sort all the things together, towels, socks, shirts, pants, anything. Wait slave, first give me my sock back, spit it out!" pfff, what a luck. finally I could speak again "please Rick, leave me alone. I will never watch you and your teammates again, I'll leave you alone, but please, please don't make me do this. don't make me your slave, please..." Rick was laughing, right in my face...: "What do you think slut, that I'll let you alone, right after I found you swallowing Mike's spit? You are born to serve superiour men like me and my team mates. we are too much man to do all those degrading jobs, that's for you! you are going to be our slave from now on, you are going to do all those degrading jobs for us!"
"oh, please master....", uddenly i felt a huge pain in my balls. Without seeing it, Rick had kicked me in the balls with his knee. I rolled over the floor with my balls cupped between my hands. screaming in pain. "please Rick, please stop! I'll do everything you want." Rick was smiling, he kneeled next to where I laid and picked up some mud and grass that obviously came off someones cleats while walking through the locker. "Open up your mouth slut and taste this", he said. I cried but opened my mouth for him. He threw the mud and dirt in my mouth and said "dont swallow, just taste it. It came off a superiour soccer cleat and you are honoured to taste it. hurry up, and collect those clothes for the team..."
Oh god, what have I got myself into? Here I am, collecting the young soccer players dirty clothes, becoming a slave for them and doing humiliating tasks. Rick said: "From now on you are doing the team laundry. You'll take all our dirty clothes to your appartement and wash them for us. Before each practice or game you bring back the washed and ironed kits and do whatever we say." I swallowed...... O shit, I have swallowed the mud in my mouth! "What did you do slave?, did you just eat the mud that I especcialy selected for you?", asked Rick. "Sorry Master, I did it by accident!". "Well, then you'll have to find a bigger piece of mud and put that in your mouth slave." I crawled on the floor of the lockerroom. searching for a bigger piece of dried mud and found it near the benches. a dried piece of mud and grass with holes from the soccer cleat and I quickly put it in my mouth, looking at Rick and saw him laughing...
"Ok slave, i want you to get familiar with the whole team. I want you to feel comfortable with us so when arrive at home I want you to smell each players sock at least for 5 minutes before you wash it. Each sock will be smelled by you so you can become familiar with our smells. I want you to keep the sock in your face with the foot on your nose. All you must smell is the dirty sock and you have to do it really good. I want you to smell it and see if you can recognise each player by the smell of their socks. You have to practice for that and some day i'll test you by letting you smell all the players feet." Rick was laughing hysterical when saying this...
"Why don't you pick up that dirty orange sock and show me how you smell it?" In fear of another kick in the balls I crawled to the smelly pile of socks and picked the dirty orange soccersock. I took it in my hand with the feet pointed to my face while pushing it in my face. my whole face was now covered with the orange soccersock and all I could smell was the dirty sweat in the sock.
Suddenly the door of the lockerroom opened and Kevin, Mike and Didier stepped in. In a hurry I threw the dirty orange sock away, ashamed by the appearance of these three players and affraid that they would laugh about me. Rick slapped me in the face with his hand and ordered me to pick-up the sock again and smell it... The three boys were in shock when they saw what I was doing in their locker-room. "Boys, here is our new team-slave...", said Rick. "Wy are you smelling my dirty socks?", asked Kevin. I couldn't look in Kevin's face, and stumbled "Rick forced me" while sniffing his dirty orange soccer-sock.
"See guys, I found this dirty piece of slave during our practice licking up Mike's spit out the grass. he crawled to the big gob of slime and sucked it out of the grass. And then I decided to take him to the locker-room so we can use him." Mike was now laughing hysterical "Have you really swallowed my spit?", he asked. "you are really sick, you know!" "How does that feel slave, smelling Kevins sock and confessing that you ate Mike's spit?", Rick asked....
"Wait," Mike said, "There is more where that came from. Throw that dirty sock away and open your mouth..."
to continue...