Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2009 12:57:17 +0100 From: Ronny waterdam Subject: Soccer Team Slave part 2 OK guys, this is my first attempt to write a story myself. I am Dutch, so my English is not really perfect. If there is someone who wants to help me with the right words I would really appreciate that. Please let me know what you think about the story. Feedback is really appreciated. My e-mail is rwaterdam@hotmail.com. ----- He smiled "good boy, you already know your place. There is still some dirt in the grass, go ahead and finish your work". I looked him in the eyes and wanted to cry. "hurry up, the boys are almost here. Or do you want them to see what you are doing?"... in a hurry I licked all the spit from the grass. Hearing rick behind me having a good laugh... "ok boy, follow me", he said... I didn't know what I should do. I could run away, leaving Rick in surprise, but I was sure that he would tell his mates about our adventure and I didn't want to be the laugh of the year in school. So I followed him. "did you like that spit boy?" he asked me. I was ashamed,humiliated, not knowing how to react. "I'll give you plenty of my spit as long as you do what I say boy, he said. I felt really humiliated, but to know that I would get loads of spit to taste makes me really submissive. As I followed him, I looked at his calves, very thick calves packed in blue soccer socks. I saw that he was losing some muddy dirt from the practice fields off his cleats, but I couldn't stop to lick them: I had to follow him. He went behind the locker-room. there was a small place with a lot of privacy, a bench was attached to the building and Rick settled down. "sit down on the floor right in front of me", he said. I sat down in the grass watching him, looking in his beautiful eyes, not knowing what to do... well, since you like spit so much, open up your mouth, boy!". I opened my mouth, pleading with my eyes to do nothing, but I saw him collecting spit in his mouth. Here I was, with an open mouth seeing this guy collecting his spit. He sniffed his nose and moved his head above my mouth... he opened up and let his spit drip in my mouth.. Don't swallow slut, you have to taste it... He collected more of it and spit it again in my mouth. I really felt degraded and wanted to leave but I was afraid of what he should do when I left. "Ok slut, swallow" , he said. I saw him laughing to me while I swallowed his spit and slime...Somehow he had taken his telephone, cause suddenly I saw him taking pictures of me while swallowing his spit. I felt tears coming up, but he kicked me in my balls with his dirty soccer cleat to make me swallow it all. Ooooh, it hurt, it really hurt. Why he had to kick in my balls? Finally I had had emptied my mouth with his spit and was pleading him to leave me alone. Hehehe, he said, we're just starting the fun. I've always wanted to have a real slave and I just think that you're the one that came on my path. "so slave, unlace my cleats for me. My feet hurt and I want you to take care of it. I started to remove his shoes and realized that my prick was leaking a lot of precum while doing it. You're really like your new job, don't you? He said. "yes master", was my answer. He laughed: That's the first time you named me master and I really like it. Out of his shoes came his blue socked size 44 feet. "Lay down in front of me. Face up, slut!". I moved my head in between his feet and saw him move them to my face. On both eyes I felt his feet settle down on my face.. his toes on my nose and forcing me to smell his dirty smelly feet. His telephone rang... "Hi Mike, how are you?..... Oh yes I left the field early, have you seen me leaving?.. ah okay, well I found something that can be a real help for our team... NO, I'll tell you later. Leave the door open, I still have to change clothes but I had to handle something here. Ask the guys to leave all the dirt on the floor. Yes, you're right. They don't have to clean the locker-room. I'll take care of it. No problems mate. Tell them to leave the dirty clothes as well, I'll take care of it. In Fact I won't do it myself, of course not, but I'll have a good, really good idea...I'll call you later mate, have a nice evening, bye". My mind was racing, what could I do? This was going the wrong way, but according to my hard-on I was enjoying every minute of it. Rick was also enjoying as he demanded me to take his blue socks off his feet and lick them clean for me. I removed the socks and then his shin pads. Very submissive I started to lick his feet. Rick was laughing "which guy would lick spit, smell feet and even lick them. You really must be a faggot or something. Only a faggot idiot like you would like to lick dirty, sweaty soccer feet". I started to cry: "What are you doing to me Master?" "oh boy, shut up, open your mouth.. I saw him pick up his sock and he started to put it in my mouth... I didn't 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. My teammates must have left the locker and having a drink in the canteen. I have work to do for you...Have you ever sucked dick?" to continue... Please let me know what you think about the story at rwaterdam@hotmail.com.