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Alex woke up with a sudden gasp.
He felt very fuzzy in the head…almost hungover. His body felt exaughsted and his limbs were sore. He went to stand up but found himself fully secured to a metal chair was steel wrist restraints on his wrists and ankles. The only clothing on his body was a pair of shorts. He felt some discomfort in his private area but had no idea what it could be. Alex was starting to realize he not only didn’t know where he was…he could not remember literally anything. One strange thing that stuck out to him was how ridiculously horny he felt. It was something that hit him immediately and felt distracting and frustrating.
The steel restraints on his wrists and ankles suddenly sprung unlocked, freeing Alex from the chair. As he stood up he tried to keep his balance. He looked around. The only things in this room were the chair and a flat screen tv sitting on a stand in front of it. Their was no windows. Alex turned around and saw the door. Alex exited the room and found that he seemed to be upstairs in a completely normal looking looking house. As he went downstairs he saw several interesting pictures framed on the walls. The men were all seen posing in what looked like fetish gear. Men decked out in bdsm/leather gear smoking cigars, furries and pups, lots of fit men taking group photos in skin tight rubber suits. A lot of these pictures seemed to be in some sort of club. The next interesting thing Alex noticed was a calender on the kitchen fridge. It appeared to be October and every day of the week from the 1st to the 30th had an X through it. So it is the 31st? Alex thought.
Alex heard what sounded like faint chatter and pulled the curtain over above the kitchen sink.
“Ahhhh!!!” Alex screamed, jumping back startled.
A group of guys were visible right outside of the window peering in and smiling excitingly at him. They looked amused at his confusion and fear. “What the fuck is going on?! What are yoy guys looking at?!” Alex yelled at them. He got no response only continued amusement and laughter.
Alex saw the door to exit the house and stormed out. His jaw dropped upon stepping out into the daylight. He appeared to be in a very small perfect looking little village. Perfect grass, sidewalks, and roads. Everything seemed so….artifical looking about it to him. The scariest part though, all around Alex were even more men. Some standing with their hands in their pockets watching intently, some grinning and filming or taking pictures on their phones, others joking and around in groups and yelling things at him. He was to overwhelmed to even focus on what they were saying. Their were dozens upon dozens of them.
“What the fuck do you guys want!??? Answer me freaks!!”
His anger only seemed to make them happier. Alex continued yelling until he was red in the face and his vains and muscles popping our. Alex set his sights on one man and proceeded to charge in his direction with his fists balled up. He was ready to fight. Suddenly he heard a whistle sound. He felt his entire body stiffen up. He was completely locked into his own body. A living statue. He saw a very large beefy man dressed like a medieval executioner approaching him. He had the hood and all so Alex could not see who he was. Alex was terrified. His heart raced not knowing what to expect.
The man lifted Alex like it was nothing and carried him over to what looked like a stockade set up in the middle of the town. One was just a normal stockade with a hole for the head and two for your hands. The other was one that seemed to be just for securing your ankles that had a seat with a backing attached to secure the arms about your head. The “executioner” secured Alex to the first stockade. The executioner pulled out a whistle and blew on it. Alex could finally move again. The only issue being that he was now locked in the stock. The executioner pulled out a large black paddle. He walked over to the back of Alex and yanked his shorts down revealing his bare bum.
SMACK
Alex let out a loud yelp as the man cracked the paddle on his bare ass very hard.
He walked back in front of Alex and pulled out a role of tape. He sealed Alex’s mouth shut and then grabbed a megaphone to address the crowd. His voice was deep, serious, and booming. Just as intimidating and scary as he looked.
“OKAY IT IS TIME FOR YOU ALL TO HAVE SOME FUN HERE AT STATION 1. REMEMNBER SPANKING ONLY.”
The crowd of men began to circle in tighter. One man raced to scoop up the paddle the executioner used before another could.
“Don’t mind if I give this a try!” He said excitingly.
Smack after smack Alex yelped as the man kept swinging the paddle at his ass.
All of the men cheered.
“OK ok stop hogging!” Another man protested.
The man doing the spaking passed on the paddle to another. This went on for what felt like a half hour. A few men stepped up preferring to use their bare hands. The worst was when a man pulled a pinwheel put of his pocket and ran it all along Alex’s very raw butt cheeks. Finally the executioner ordered everyone step away. He pulled out his whistle and gave a blow. Once again Alex was frozen in place. Could not speak, move, let alone groan or make any type of noise at all. While frozen Alex was moved to the next stockade. His bare soles sticking out of the holes his angles were locked. His arms secured above his head. The whistle was blown and Alex was unfrozen.
The megaphone was picked up again.
“PART 2 OF STATION 1. TICKLING ONLY.”
A display of feathers and brushes was set next to Alex.
The men one again circled in.
Some men sat in the grass and used the brushes to aggressively scrub Alex’s soles with them. Alex could only laugh his muffled laugh and try to scream for mercy through his gag any moment he was lucky to catch his breathe. His pits were very bad. One man on each side of him dug in hard.
“Mmmmm! Hahhmmmmmm!” Alex protested through his sealed mouth.
“Sorry mate, we can’t quite understand you” one of the men said, earning some laughs.
One man was dedicated to being as subtly irritating as possible. He used a feather and just lightly trailed in around Alex’s ear, nose, neck ect. Alex honestly wanted to break out and hit him…and then all the rest. Sweat was beginning to pour off of Alex. It was getting harder and harder to breathe woth how hard he was laughing and how hard it was to only take in air through his nose at the same time. He started to actually panic that he might lose consciousness soon. Thankfully a half hour had gone bye and all of the men were finally stopped and backed away. The executioner unlocked the stocks. He didn’t even freeze Alex in place. Alex pulled up his shorts and his eyes began to dart around looking for an exit. The executioner meanwhile wasn’t even paying attention to him, he was packing up all of the tools he had used.
“Hey! Follow us! We’re here to help!”
Alex turned to see 2 guys standing a bit separate from the other clusters of men all around. Both around his age, 25 or 26. Alex ran with them.
The crowd slowly walked in their direction but didn’t chase. They kept their distance quite a bit actually. The 2 guys led Alex into one of the buildings in this “town”. Inside it looked like an empty bar.
“Who are you guys? What is going on?” Alex asked.
“I’m Felix, this is my partner Oliver”.
Felix was pretty fit. He was bald and tattoo’d up with a goatee. Oliver had more of a handsome hipster vibe going. Clean cut short brown hair. Glasses. Tight clothes. They seemed very kind and approachable. Alex felt comfortable with them.
“We have no idea what is happening either. It seems like all of these people are brainwashed. We have been looking for other people who don’t seem under control. We’re lucky we stumbled upon you.” Oliver said.
“We need to get you something to eat from out stash bro!” Felix chimed in.
Felix brought out a bunch of warm food. Chicken, steamed veggies, a protein shake, apple, water bottle.
“Gotta keep your energy up man”
“Thank you” Alex said as he dug in.
Alex looked around as he ate. He noticed some pictures on the walls of the bar that made him raise an eyebrow. It looked like the remains of a burnt down building. Other pictures had ambulances and people being treated for injuries and carried out on stretchers. This all felt very familiar to him…like it was all at the tip of his tounge but he just could not get it.
Felix approached, “were going to go search for more food and possibly check other areas for more people, yoy okay staying here?”
“Uhmm..sure. yeah I guess.” Alex said.
Alex sat in silence for what felt like an hour before he heard that dreadful noise again. The whistle noise. He felt his body lock up. Two men rushed in. They were covered head to toe in skin tight red and blue rubber suits. They lifted Alex over to what looked like a pool table that had some sort of vac bed fitted onto it. Alex’s shorts were pulled off and he was layed inside the vac bed on the pool table. His legs specifically stretched to each side so a V shape was formed. He heard one of the rubber men turn on a vacuum sounding machine and soon the vac bed began to encase him completely. It was so tight that it might as well of replaced his skin. The only part open was two small holes poked where his nostrils were so he could breathe.
The blue rubber man opened up the double doors of the bar and more of the previous crowd began to filter into the room. The whistle was blown to unlock Alex’s body but it was not like it mattered. He was not going anywhere.
“STATION 2. CBT AND TIT PLAY ONLY”
The red rubber man announced from a megaphone.
A few men set a hard round ball at the end of the table and proceeded to set up their aim with the pool sticks. They were looking to take shots at Alex’s perfectly pronounced large balls.
Alex groaned in pain everytime the ball would shoot up the table and bounce back to them men off of his balls.
Other guys thought it would be fun to rub Alex’s nipples through the vac bed until they became to sentiment and unbearable to touch….and then they just kept going. When they were done they swirled ice cubes around his nipples.
“Mmmmmphhh!” Alex could only moan as protest.
When the men got bored playing pool as an excuse to target Alex’s ball sack they moved onto other ways to torment him. One man leaned over the table and began flicking Alex’s balls. Another was handed so sort of small electric wand he used to give little shocks to Alex’s testicle. The man set it right where the tip of Alex’s cockhead was. Alex squealed and tried to get no. The man grinned. He made the long anticipation torture before finally giving a nasty shot right to the tip of Alex dick. They guys all laughed when Alex yelped in pain. Finally the whistle was blown. While in his frozen state Alex felt the guys peeling him out of the vac bed. The two rubber men carried him, one holding his arms and the other his legs. They went a few buildings down.
The new building seemed to be a single floor gym. Like one yoy would find in a school. In the center was a cube with holes on each end. Alex was placed in the cube. His head popped out of the hole in the top. His head seemed to be inside of a large empty fish bowl installed at the top of the cube. His arms were stretched out and restrained sticking out of the 2 holes on the side. The rubber men left the room.
“Where the fuck are Oliver and Felix! Why are these people doing this to me!” Alex thought. His cock throbbed in the cage it was locked in. Alex could not understand how he seemed to be attempting to get hard. He was infuriated and as a straight man, he was not into anything he had been being subdued to at all. Into the gym a happy go lucky middle aged man walked in. He looked like some sort of coach. Tube socks, a hat, old letter jacket ect. Very “Ted lasso” looking. He led the group of spectators into the large gym.
“Welcome to humiliation station Boys! I already told y’all what were going to be doing with our friend here so let’s just jump right in!”
The Coach blew the whistle around his neck and a good handful of the men started to close in on Alex.
The Coach and all the men began slipping off their sneakers. Next they peeled off their socks.
“Enjoy yourself my friend, this is what happens when you find yourself stuck in my cube” the Coach said, stuffing his long tube socks into the fish bowl with Alex’s head.
“Aghhh! Let me out now!” Alex yelled.
More and more socks were being dropped into the fish bowl from the other guys. Tube socks, athletic socks, dress socks, you name it. Soon the bowl was completely filled to the brim. Alex could only breathe in the various scents.
“No point trying to turn your head in any direction. You just have to take it” The coach said.
The front of the cube had a small door. One of the guys opened it and sqeezed him self in with the lower half of Alex’s body. Another guy helped shut it. Alex could not see the man inside the box but could feel him maneuvering around to position himself behind him. The man in the box grabbed onto Alex’s underwear, twisted it around his fist and began to slowly pull it tight in the direction of the roof of the cube.
Alex yelped as he began receiving his wedgie.
“Aggh stop I swear to fucking god!”
The other men laughed and also expressed curiosity as to what the man in the cube was doing to Alex.
A new man approached the cube. He stuck both of his fingers into his mouth and swirled them around. Next the man lowered his hands into the bowl. He had to push past many socks until he found Alex’s ears. He jammed a finger into each one and began to swim them around. While this was going on the man in the cube was nearing pulling Alex’s underwear all the way to the roof of the cube.
Alex screamed. The man giving the wet willy took one hand and promptly stuffed a couple socks into Alex’s mouth before going back to playing with his ears. The man in the cube finally tapped the underwear to the roof.
“Haha Yes! Got it!” He yelled, very proud of himself. He gave Alex’s nipples both one big twist before squeezing his way out of the box.
The other man behind Alex backed off as well.
Coach blew his whistle freezing Alex again as he released Alex from his confinement cube. Alex was sat upright on the ground. Coach leaned down down fixed Alex’s mouth wide open. He stuffed his fingers in Alex’s mouth and pulled Alex’s tounge out as far as it would go. Alex felt very silly just being stuck in place sitting on the floor with his tounge out all doopy like. A chair was set right in front of him.
“Alright Nick, as the winner of our special drawing earlier you win the tounge bath of the day today. Step right on up sir!” Coach said.
A fit younge man stepped up. He was wearing tight running shoes, compression shorts, a tight workout shirt. He seemed to be a runner.
“Thanks Coach, don’t mind if I do!”
Nick sat in front of Alex. He had a mischievous smirk on his face.
“I don’t like wearing socks. Just thought I should let you know” nick said with a wink.
He kicked his sneakers off and slowly engulfed Alex’s face with his left foot starting heel and toes until it was firmly planted. He then slowly brought it down Alex’s face until it was gliding down his tounge.
Alex wanted to barf. He hated feet! Nick used his other foot to rub Alex’s chastity nub through his shorts. Alex was so disgusted yet once again confused at how much he felt himself wanting to be unlocked and shoot. How long had he bad his cock caged like this??? Coach finally told Nick his time was up. Nick slipped his shoes back on and walked back with the rest of the crowd.
Alex was surprised when Coach blew the whistle. He hopped up immediately.
“None of you freaks fucking come near me!”
Everyone just laughed and looked entertained.
“Alex! This way!” A voice from the other end of the gym said. Alex spun around and saw Oliver.
He felt very fuzzy in the head…almost hungover. His body felt exaughsted and his limbs were sore. He went to stand up but found himself fully secured to a metal chair was steel wrist restraints on his wrists and ankles. The only clothing on his body was a pair of shorts. He felt some discomfort in his private area but had no idea what it could be. Alex was starting to realize he not only didn’t know where he was…he could not remember literally anything. One strange thing that stuck out to him was how ridiculously horny he felt. It was something that hit him immediately and felt distracting and frustrating.
The steel restraints on his wrists and ankles suddenly sprung unlocked, freeing Alex from the chair. As he stood up he tried to keep his balance. He looked around. The only things in this room were the chair and a flat screen tv sitting on a stand in front of it. Their was no windows. Alex turned around and saw the door. Alex exited the room and found that he seemed to be upstairs in a completely normal looking looking house. As he went downstairs he saw several interesting pictures framed on the walls. The men were all seen posing in what looked like fetish gear. Men decked out in bdsm/leather gear smoking cigars, furries and pups, lots of fit men taking group photos in skin tight rubber suits. A lot of these pictures seemed to be in some sort of club. The next interesting thing Alex noticed was a calender on the kitchen fridge. It appeared to be October and every day of the week from the 1st to the 30th had an X through it. So it is the 31st? Alex thought.
Alex heard what sounded like faint chatter and pulled the curtain over above the kitchen sink.
“Ahhhh!!!” Alex screamed, jumping back startled.
A group of guys were visible right outside of the window peering in and smiling excitingly at him. They looked amused at his confusion and fear. “What the fuck is going on?! What are yoy guys looking at?!” Alex yelled at them. He got no response only continued amusement and laughter.
Alex saw the door to exit the house and stormed out. His jaw dropped upon stepping out into the daylight. He appeared to be in a very small perfect looking little village. Perfect grass, sidewalks, and roads. Everything seemed so….artifical looking about it to him. The scariest part though, all around Alex were even more men. Some standing with their hands in their pockets watching intently, some grinning and filming or taking pictures on their phones, others joking and around in groups and yelling things at him. He was to overwhelmed to even focus on what they were saying. Their were dozens upon dozens of them.
“What the fuck do you guys want!??? Answer me freaks!!”
His anger only seemed to make them happier. Alex continued yelling until he was red in the face and his vains and muscles popping our. Alex set his sights on one man and proceeded to charge in his direction with his fists balled up. He was ready to fight. Suddenly he heard a whistle sound. He felt his entire body stiffen up. He was completely locked into his own body. A living statue. He saw a very large beefy man dressed like a medieval executioner approaching him. He had the hood and all so Alex could not see who he was. Alex was terrified. His heart raced not knowing what to expect.
The man lifted Alex like it was nothing and carried him over to what looked like a stockade set up in the middle of the town. One was just a normal stockade with a hole for the head and two for your hands. The other was one that seemed to be just for securing your ankles that had a seat with a backing attached to secure the arms about your head. The “executioner” secured Alex to the first stockade. The executioner pulled out a whistle and blew on it. Alex could finally move again. The only issue being that he was now locked in the stock. The executioner pulled out a large black paddle. He walked over to the back of Alex and yanked his shorts down revealing his bare bum.
SMACK
Alex let out a loud yelp as the man cracked the paddle on his bare ass very hard.
He walked back in front of Alex and pulled out a role of tape. He sealed Alex’s mouth shut and then grabbed a megaphone to address the crowd. His voice was deep, serious, and booming. Just as intimidating and scary as he looked.
“OKAY IT IS TIME FOR YOU ALL TO HAVE SOME FUN HERE AT STATION 1. REMEMNBER SPANKING ONLY.”
The crowd of men began to circle in tighter. One man raced to scoop up the paddle the executioner used before another could.
“Don’t mind if I give this a try!” He said excitingly.
Smack after smack Alex yelped as the man kept swinging the paddle at his ass.
All of the men cheered.
“OK ok stop hogging!” Another man protested.
The man doing the spaking passed on the paddle to another. This went on for what felt like a half hour. A few men stepped up preferring to use their bare hands. The worst was when a man pulled a pinwheel put of his pocket and ran it all along Alex’s very raw butt cheeks. Finally the executioner ordered everyone step away. He pulled out his whistle and gave a blow. Once again Alex was frozen in place. Could not speak, move, let alone groan or make any type of noise at all. While frozen Alex was moved to the next stockade. His bare soles sticking out of the holes his angles were locked. His arms secured above his head. The whistle was blown and Alex was unfrozen.
The megaphone was picked up again.
“PART 2 OF STATION 1. TICKLING ONLY.”
A display of feathers and brushes was set next to Alex.
The men one again circled in.
Some men sat in the grass and used the brushes to aggressively scrub Alex’s soles with them. Alex could only laugh his muffled laugh and try to scream for mercy through his gag any moment he was lucky to catch his breathe. His pits were very bad. One man on each side of him dug in hard.
“Mmmmm! Hahhmmmmmm!” Alex protested through his sealed mouth.
“Sorry mate, we can’t quite understand you” one of the men said, earning some laughs.
One man was dedicated to being as subtly irritating as possible. He used a feather and just lightly trailed in around Alex’s ear, nose, neck ect. Alex honestly wanted to break out and hit him…and then all the rest. Sweat was beginning to pour off of Alex. It was getting harder and harder to breathe woth how hard he was laughing and how hard it was to only take in air through his nose at the same time. He started to actually panic that he might lose consciousness soon. Thankfully a half hour had gone bye and all of the men were finally stopped and backed away. The executioner unlocked the stocks. He didn’t even freeze Alex in place. Alex pulled up his shorts and his eyes began to dart around looking for an exit. The executioner meanwhile wasn’t even paying attention to him, he was packing up all of the tools he had used.
“Hey! Follow us! We’re here to help!”
Alex turned to see 2 guys standing a bit separate from the other clusters of men all around. Both around his age, 25 or 26. Alex ran with them.
The crowd slowly walked in their direction but didn’t chase. They kept their distance quite a bit actually. The 2 guys led Alex into one of the buildings in this “town”. Inside it looked like an empty bar.
“Who are you guys? What is going on?” Alex asked.
“I’m Felix, this is my partner Oliver”.
Felix was pretty fit. He was bald and tattoo’d up with a goatee. Oliver had more of a handsome hipster vibe going. Clean cut short brown hair. Glasses. Tight clothes. They seemed very kind and approachable. Alex felt comfortable with them.
“We have no idea what is happening either. It seems like all of these people are brainwashed. We have been looking for other people who don’t seem under control. We’re lucky we stumbled upon you.” Oliver said.
“We need to get you something to eat from out stash bro!” Felix chimed in.
Felix brought out a bunch of warm food. Chicken, steamed veggies, a protein shake, apple, water bottle.
“Gotta keep your energy up man”
“Thank you” Alex said as he dug in.
Alex looked around as he ate. He noticed some pictures on the walls of the bar that made him raise an eyebrow. It looked like the remains of a burnt down building. Other pictures had ambulances and people being treated for injuries and carried out on stretchers. This all felt very familiar to him…like it was all at the tip of his tounge but he just could not get it.
Felix approached, “were going to go search for more food and possibly check other areas for more people, yoy okay staying here?”
“Uhmm..sure. yeah I guess.” Alex said.
Alex sat in silence for what felt like an hour before he heard that dreadful noise again. The whistle noise. He felt his body lock up. Two men rushed in. They were covered head to toe in skin tight red and blue rubber suits. They lifted Alex over to what looked like a pool table that had some sort of vac bed fitted onto it. Alex’s shorts were pulled off and he was layed inside the vac bed on the pool table. His legs specifically stretched to each side so a V shape was formed. He heard one of the rubber men turn on a vacuum sounding machine and soon the vac bed began to encase him completely. It was so tight that it might as well of replaced his skin. The only part open was two small holes poked where his nostrils were so he could breathe.
The blue rubber man opened up the double doors of the bar and more of the previous crowd began to filter into the room. The whistle was blown to unlock Alex’s body but it was not like it mattered. He was not going anywhere.
“STATION 2. CBT AND TIT PLAY ONLY”
The red rubber man announced from a megaphone.
A few men set a hard round ball at the end of the table and proceeded to set up their aim with the pool sticks. They were looking to take shots at Alex’s perfectly pronounced large balls.
Alex groaned in pain everytime the ball would shoot up the table and bounce back to them men off of his balls.
Other guys thought it would be fun to rub Alex’s nipples through the vac bed until they became to sentiment and unbearable to touch….and then they just kept going. When they were done they swirled ice cubes around his nipples.
“Mmmmmphhh!” Alex could only moan as protest.
When the men got bored playing pool as an excuse to target Alex’s ball sack they moved onto other ways to torment him. One man leaned over the table and began flicking Alex’s balls. Another was handed so sort of small electric wand he used to give little shocks to Alex’s testicle. The man set it right where the tip of Alex’s cockhead was. Alex squealed and tried to get no. The man grinned. He made the long anticipation torture before finally giving a nasty shot right to the tip of Alex dick. They guys all laughed when Alex yelped in pain. Finally the whistle was blown. While in his frozen state Alex felt the guys peeling him out of the vac bed. The two rubber men carried him, one holding his arms and the other his legs. They went a few buildings down.
The new building seemed to be a single floor gym. Like one yoy would find in a school. In the center was a cube with holes on each end. Alex was placed in the cube. His head popped out of the hole in the top. His head seemed to be inside of a large empty fish bowl installed at the top of the cube. His arms were stretched out and restrained sticking out of the 2 holes on the side. The rubber men left the room.
“Where the fuck are Oliver and Felix! Why are these people doing this to me!” Alex thought. His cock throbbed in the cage it was locked in. Alex could not understand how he seemed to be attempting to get hard. He was infuriated and as a straight man, he was not into anything he had been being subdued to at all. Into the gym a happy go lucky middle aged man walked in. He looked like some sort of coach. Tube socks, a hat, old letter jacket ect. Very “Ted lasso” looking. He led the group of spectators into the large gym.
“Welcome to humiliation station Boys! I already told y’all what were going to be doing with our friend here so let’s just jump right in!”
The Coach blew the whistle around his neck and a good handful of the men started to close in on Alex.
The Coach and all the men began slipping off their sneakers. Next they peeled off their socks.
“Enjoy yourself my friend, this is what happens when you find yourself stuck in my cube” the Coach said, stuffing his long tube socks into the fish bowl with Alex’s head.
“Aghhh! Let me out now!” Alex yelled.
More and more socks were being dropped into the fish bowl from the other guys. Tube socks, athletic socks, dress socks, you name it. Soon the bowl was completely filled to the brim. Alex could only breathe in the various scents.
“No point trying to turn your head in any direction. You just have to take it” The coach said.
The front of the cube had a small door. One of the guys opened it and sqeezed him self in with the lower half of Alex’s body. Another guy helped shut it. Alex could not see the man inside the box but could feel him maneuvering around to position himself behind him. The man in the box grabbed onto Alex’s underwear, twisted it around his fist and began to slowly pull it tight in the direction of the roof of the cube.
Alex yelped as he began receiving his wedgie.
“Aggh stop I swear to fucking god!”
The other men laughed and also expressed curiosity as to what the man in the cube was doing to Alex.
A new man approached the cube. He stuck both of his fingers into his mouth and swirled them around. Next the man lowered his hands into the bowl. He had to push past many socks until he found Alex’s ears. He jammed a finger into each one and began to swim them around. While this was going on the man in the cube was nearing pulling Alex’s underwear all the way to the roof of the cube.
Alex screamed. The man giving the wet willy took one hand and promptly stuffed a couple socks into Alex’s mouth before going back to playing with his ears. The man in the cube finally tapped the underwear to the roof.
“Haha Yes! Got it!” He yelled, very proud of himself. He gave Alex’s nipples both one big twist before squeezing his way out of the box.
The other man behind Alex backed off as well.
Coach blew his whistle freezing Alex again as he released Alex from his confinement cube. Alex was sat upright on the ground. Coach leaned down down fixed Alex’s mouth wide open. He stuffed his fingers in Alex’s mouth and pulled Alex’s tounge out as far as it would go. Alex felt very silly just being stuck in place sitting on the floor with his tounge out all doopy like. A chair was set right in front of him.
“Alright Nick, as the winner of our special drawing earlier you win the tounge bath of the day today. Step right on up sir!” Coach said.
A fit younge man stepped up. He was wearing tight running shoes, compression shorts, a tight workout shirt. He seemed to be a runner.
“Thanks Coach, don’t mind if I do!”
Nick sat in front of Alex. He had a mischievous smirk on his face.
“I don’t like wearing socks. Just thought I should let you know” nick said with a wink.
He kicked his sneakers off and slowly engulfed Alex’s face with his left foot starting heel and toes until it was firmly planted. He then slowly brought it down Alex’s face until it was gliding down his tounge.
Alex wanted to barf. He hated feet! Nick used his other foot to rub Alex’s chastity nub through his shorts. Alex was so disgusted yet once again confused at how much he felt himself wanting to be unlocked and shoot. How long had he bad his cock caged like this??? Coach finally told Nick his time was up. Nick slipped his shoes back on and walked back with the rest of the crowd.
Alex was surprised when Coach blew the whistle. He hopped up immediately.
“None of you freaks fucking come near me!”
Everyone just laughed and looked entertained.
“Alex! This way!” A voice from the other end of the gym said. Alex spun around and saw Oliver.
