Chapter 14 - The Ordeal
The jocks started talking, but I was too busy struggling against my bonds and crying out in my thick, funky gag to care about their sick schemes.
A few minutes passed. I heard some shuffling around and before I knew it, the layers of duct tape were being stripped off my head and I felt the shoe's grip being loosened until it was finally pulled off my face.
." I moaned in relief, tears streaming down my eyes from the sheer horror of sniffing in Donovan's overwhelmingly potent foot odour.
Then I watched as the handsome guys removed the shoe from Ryan's face as well.
I couldn't see his expression, 'cause he was facing away from me. But I'm certain he was as grossed out and as horrified as I was about all this.
The three jocks then pushed Donovan's bed up, revealing it's use as a futon mattress, or in other words, a foldable couch-bed.
Donovan had put on a tight-fitting, grey compression shirt, but he remained in shorts and was still going around bare feet.
As he walked up to his big TV on the opposite wall and turned his gaming console on, I couldn't help but notice how big and muscular Josh and Scott were.
These guys were as big as Donovan and they both looked really hot and sweaty as well.
Scott was shirtless, wearing his old hightops and a pair of green Adidas sweatpants.
Josh was also still wearing his trainers, but he was wearing blue shorts and matching V-neck t-shirt.
The room had definitely gotten stuffier since the last time I'd smelled it.
The smell of cheesy feet, armpits, dirty crotch and sweaty sports clothes was definitely getting more potent...even more so now that Donovan's buddies were here.
I suddenly felt myself falling backwards, only to realise that strong arms were tipping my chair backwards and slowly putting me down on the bedroom floor.
I watched the guys do the same to Ryan, tipping his chair backwards so that he was lying on his back with his head facing up.
This was really strange...being taped up in a sitting position on a sturdy wooden chair, but actually lying face-up on the ground.
I didn't catch on at first, but as the guys took position sitting on Donovan's futon, I realised what was happening.
Our heads were on the floor, right in front of the couch where the jocks were sitting and our gagged faces were facing upwards.
Ryan and I protested, knowing full well what was coming, but the three big bullies ignored us and forced thick pillows under our heads to raise them up a little.
Donovan sat on the right end of his couch-bed, right over his brother.
I was pulled towards the center of the couch, right between Scott and Joshua.
"Alright, we're gonna be gaming for a while...so you boys better keep your mouths shup." Donovan warned, picking up his PS4 controller.
"You better not make me lose, bro. Or I'm gonna be really pissed off." he said, right before putting a foot down on Ryan's taped up chest and putting the other one down over his protesting brother's gagged face.
Ryan screamed and coughed furiously as he was forced to sniff all that rotten gunk stuck between his big brother's, cheesy toes.
"Yeah, sniff my foot." the jock laughed, curling his toes up and smothering his younger brother's nostrils.
I felt bad for Ryan, but at the same time I was REALLY grateful not to be the one to sniff those putrid feet.
My relief was short lived though.
"Make yourselves comfortable, guys." Donovan told his laughing buddies.
I watched in horror as both handsome jocks smiled down at me and slipped their battered old trainers off.
Scott slipped one of his old Nike hightops off...a strong, rancid odour immediately spilling out from his socked foot and shoe.
!" I cried out in my thick sockgag, violently shaking my head in disgust.
Scott just laughed.
He pressed his sneakered foot on my throat and pressed his dirty-looking socked foot on my forehead, stopping me from moving my face out of the way.
"Got ahead man..." he told his buddy Josh. "...he's all yours."
Joshua looked down at me.
The cockiest of smiles creeping up onto his still-slightly-boyish face.
The big, muscular, blue-eyed jock slowly slipped his old Reebok trainers off....revealing the scariest...DIRTIEST looking socks I had EVER seen.
"Owww...fuck!" Scott and Don cried out in unison, both amazed and grossed out about Joshua's socks and the state they were in.
They looked like they hadn't been washed in MONTHS!
Joshua looked down at me wearing a huge smirk on his innocent-looking face.
I was screwed and we both knew it.