Chapter 3: The Initiation
I arrived in the locker room and was met with all of them barefoot with a mat beside their feet.
They were all smirking at me, and I knew what was coming. I was their new plaything, their toy to use and humiliate.
"Get on your knees, you little foot whore," Luca commanded, and I did as I was told. I knelt before them, my eyes cast downwards. I could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, and I knew they were all hard.
"Look at us, you pathetic little thing," Mason growled, and I raised my eyes to meet his. He was towering over me, his massive cock straining against his jeans. I could see the outline of it, and I felt a pang of desire mixed with fear.
I laid down on the mat and two feet came down on my face. A tanned sole from Luca and a orange sole from Mason. Meanwhile, Patrick and Jack undid my pants and placed their feet over my throbbing cock.
I could feel their toes rubbing against my shaft, and I let out a moan of pleasure. The sensation of their feet on my cock was incredible, and I could feel myself getting harder with each touch.
"Look at you, you little slut," Jack taunted, as he ground his heel into my balls. "You're loving this, aren't you?"
I could only nod, my mouth filled with the taste of their feet. I could feel their sweat dripping onto my tongue, and I lapped it up like a starving man.
Luca and Mason started to move their feet in rhythm, grinding their soles against my face.
They started to grind their soles against my shaft, the rough texture of their skin sending jolts of pleasure through me. I could feel the heat building in my balls, the pressure increasing with each stroke.
"Fuck, he's getting hard," Jack laughed, looking down at me. "Look at this little slut, getting off on our feet."
"Yeah, he's loving it," Patrick agreed, his voice laced with contempt. "But he's not going to cum yet. Not until we say so."
They continued to tease me, their feet moving in sync, their soles sliding up and down my cock. I could feel the pre-cum leaking out, my body aching for release.
Luca slipped his toes into my mouth and I aggressively started sucking them. Mason’s sole lay on my forehead while his toes rest over my eyes so that all I could see was through his toes.
Luca stuck his foot deeper and my tongue was now pressed against his sole while his small toes wiggled in the back of my mouth.
I could feel the rough skin of his heel against my tongue and the smooth skin of his toes against my throat. I gagged slightly but he pushed his foot further in, making me take it all. I could feel his foot pulsing in my mouth, his heart beating against my tongue.
"Suck it, you little cocksucker," Luca growled, his voice laced with contempt. "Suck my foot like the little whore you are."
I did as I was told, my mouth filled with the taste of his foot. I could feel the sweat and dirt from his cleats, the salty taste of his skin.
I gagged again, but he held my head in place, his grip tightening. "Take it, you little shit," he grunted. "Take it all."
I could feel my cock throbbing, the pleasure building. I was so close, but I knew I couldn't cum without their permission. I could feel the pressure in my balls, the heat in my stomach. I was at their mercy.
Luca finally pulled his foot out of my mouth, and I gasped for air. My face was wet with spit and tears. He looked down at me, his eyes cold. "You're pathetic," he said. "But you're useful."
He nodded to Mason, who removed his foot from my face.
Meanwhile, the feet smothering my dick had me hard and shaking.
I could feel the heat of their soles, the rough texture of their skin, the way they pressed against me, rubbing up and down, side to side. It was a sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt, and it was driving me crazy.
"Please," I begged, my voice ragged. "Please, let me cum."
Luca chuckled, a dark, cruel sound. "Not yet, little whore. You haven't earned it yet."
I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily as Patrick and Jack continued to tease me with their feet. I could feel the pressure building, the need to release growing more urgent with each passing second.
My cock was throbbing, leaking pre-cum, and I was desperate to cum. But they weren't ready to let me yet.
"Please," I begged again, my voice shaking. "Please, I can't take it anymore."
Luca just smirked, enjoying my torment. "You can take it, you little bitch. You'll take whatever we give you."
Mason and Jack started to move their feet faster, their soles sliding up and down my shaft with increasing speed. The friction was intense, the pleasure bordering on pain. I could feel my balls tightening, the heat in my stomach building.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, my body writhing on the mat.
My cock was swollen, leaking pre-cum, and the rough texture of their feet against my sensitive flesh was driving me insane. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm.
"Look at him," Jack said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Look at this little slut begging for our feet."
Patrick, who had been watching with a smirk, leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You're so close, aren't you? But you're not allowed to cum yet.
I whimpered, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Please, please, please," I begged, my voice a broken sob.
My cock was so hard it was painful, the skin stretched tight over the swollen head. The rough soles of their feet were grinding against me, each movement sending electric shocks through my body. I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of me, pooling on the mat beneath me.
"Shut up," Patrick snapped, his voice cold. "You don’t get to talk unless we tell you to."
I clenched my jaw, biting my lip to keep from whimpering again. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. The pressure in my balls was unbearable, the heat building up inside me like a storm waiting to break.
Luca stepped closer, his bare foot hovering over my face.
"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. I obeyed, my lips parting to reveal my tongue. He pressed his foot down, the sole resting on my tongue. I could feel the rough texture, the slight give of his skin. I closed my mouth around his foot, sucking gently.
"Fuck, that's good," Luca groaned, his eyes never leaving mine. "Suck it, you little foot whore. Show me how much you love it."
I did as I was told, my tongue swirling around his sole, my lips tight around his foot. I could taste the sweat, the dirt, the faint tang of his skin.
I could feel the rough callouses on his sole, the smooth skin of his toes wiggling against my cheek. I sucked harder, my tongue pressing against the arch of his foot, my lips sealed around his skin.
Luca groaned, his hips bucking slightly. "Fuck, yes. Just like that, you little cocksucker."
Mason and Jack were still working my cock with their feet, their rhythm steady, their movements in sync. The friction was intense, the pleasure building with each stroke. I could feel the heat in my balls, the pressure in my stomach.
I was on the verge of losing control, and they knew it. They were enjoying every second of my torment.
Luca leaned down, his foot still in my mouth. He grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled my head back. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. "Look at me while you suck my foot."
I obeyed, my eyes locked onto his. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The muscles in his legs were tense, his foot in my mouth twitching slightly.
"Good boy," he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.
"Now, you’re going to take all four of us at once."
I felt a cold, sickening thrill rush through my body. My cock throbbed painfully, leaking pre-cum onto the mat. My mouth was still full of Luca’s foot, my tongue swirling around the rough sole. I could feel the sweat on his skin, the faint scent of leather and soap. The taste was intoxicating, salty and musky, and I couldn’t help but moan around his foot.
"Fuck, you’re so wet," Jack said, his voice dripping with amusement. He shifted his foot, grinding his heel into my balls.
I gasped, my mouth opening around his foot, my tongue pressing against the smooth skin of his toes. He took the opportunity to push his foot deeper, his toes sliding into my throat.
"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Luca growled, his eyes gleaming with lust. "You're a natural little cocksucker, aren't you?"
I couldn't respond, my mouth full of his foot, my body writhing with pleasure and pain. I could feel the heat building in my stomach, the pressure in my balls increasing with each movement of their feet.
Mason and Jack were still working my cock, their rhythm steady, their movements in sync.