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 4 written by Ronny Waterdam
"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..."
I looked all the guys in their eyes and saw them smiling. The last one was Mike and he was already collecting his spit for me. Open up, said Didier and slowely I opened my mouth. My eyes pleading to Mike not to humiliate me further, but with a lot of power he spit his loodgie right in my mouth. Swallow it, he said. Damn, i felt really ashamed, sitting here in the locker room with those 4 guys laughing about me. Did you like my taste, asked Mike. There was nothing i could do than bow my head to the floor and accept my new role as their slave in this dirty lockerroom.
Okay, Rick said, you can start cleaning our lockerroom and clothes. Take them home with you, wash and fold them and take care that you put them om our bench for the next practice. Polish our shoes and mop the floor, clean the garbage cans and leave the key of the lockerroom at my house and report to me and tell me what you did for us, otherwise we'll kick the hell out of you and tell everybody on school what kind of dirty loser you are! With that they all left the lockerroom, laughing and spitting me in the face. Say thank you!, said Didier, we're doing you a favour not spreading the word about you. You are going to be a very busy slave...
There was I, alone in the stench from those soccerboys, piles of clothes around me, mud on the floor and garbage all around. I cried for what I had done, how could I be so stupid to lick Mikes gob of slime from the cold field.
They had me by the balls, I had to clean their lockerroom! But with what? I didn's see any cleaning supplies. I looked outside, but everyone was gone, the canteen was empty, dark and closed. I checked the toilet in the lockerroom, but accept for toiletpaper on the floor it was empty, altough I could smell the stale piss and see some nasty skidmarks in the toilet.
I accepted my fate and started picking up the garbage and clumps of mud from the floor and cleaned the whole lockerroom... I had to pick all the dirt with my hands and to mop the dirty floor I had to use my new t-shirt. After 2 hours I was finally done with the lockerroom and it's toilet. My t-shirt was totally damaged. The stench was overpowering and it was almost black instead of the yellow colour it had been before. It was no fun at all, doing my chores for the guys wo were humiliating me, but I did it all by myself. How could I be so stupid???
I took their dirty cleats outside where the brush was where all the soccerplayers should clean their mud cacked soles theirselve before entering the lockerroom and which they obviously not did all the times and started to get the mud off their cleats and cleaning between the treads. I had to put my hand in each shoe and wipe them on the brush. The stench was overpowering: feet, sweat and also the smell of wet shoes who have been put in the soccerbag too long and too dirty that they've got those real rotten odor. Mud spattered around me, on my clothes, my body and all around me. There have been 14 players tonight since i had found 14 pairs of cleats to clean... the most of the mud has been removed, but i put them all in a garbage bag to take them with me to polish them all for my newfound masters.
I also put the piles of dirty clothes in bags and placed them in my car to clean and dry them at home for the players... it was 02.00 o'clock when I finally closed the door of the lockerroom, locked it and drove off to Mike's house...
I saw that the light was still on so I ringed the doorbell. After a while, Mike opened the door and laughed at me: So slave, took your time, isn't it? He said. Well, i didnt have any supplies to clean the lockerroom so had to doe it by hands I answered. Well, next time, bring your own equipement to clean! He said.
You can keep the key of our lockerroom, you will need it very often. I have a spare key and you'll have to put our clothes and shoes on the bench before our next practice on Thursday. Do your job good and make us happy slave, he said.
Did you already smelled our soccersocks for 5 minutes each? No Mike, i haven't! Well, go home and start your duty! But first slave, spread your legs a bit so i can kick you in your balls... I didn't know where to look, but mike said again: Open wide slave and let me kick you in your precious balls! I was almost crying, but when I looked in my croach, I saw that my dick was rockhard. I looked mike in the eyes and he looke as well to my croach. I'm happy to see that you like the idea slave, now open up your legs and accept your fate!
I swallowed, opened my legs a bit and waited for the moment my new master would kick me real hard in the balls with his dirty white Nike Airmax sneakers!
There you go slave.......Whack
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