Socklover

The sk8ers that hung out in the sk8 park across from your house were always looking at you when you came in and out of the house, giving you dirty looks and laughing. You were embarrassed, because sometimes you heard them referring to you as a faggot, but, you are. And you were too bold because you'd check them out, and that's usually when you got dirty looks or they'd stare at you and spit on the ground. One day, after you got home from work, you heard your front door open. You figured you hadn't pulled it all the way shut so you went out there to close it. You didn't even make it into the living room and four sk8ers were in your house coming towards you. They said that they were sick of having a fucking faggot staring at them all the time and living across from their park. So they said from now on, your house was their house, and they were going to hang out there whenever they wanted to. Then one of them went back and slammed the door and locked it. They were young, tough, and mean. You were afraid and you didn't say anything. Before you knew it, you were being dragged into your own living room. They pushed you down and made you lay on the floor. One at a time they came over to you and sat down over you, and pulled off their sneakers and made you sniff their sweaty stinking over the calf sk8er socked feet. They laughed and laughed and said what a pathetic fag you are letting guys use your face as a footstool for their stinking socks. And these guys didn't change them often, that was obvious. A couple of the guys went into the kitchen and brought out some food and snacks and beer. They ate and drank and turned on your cable, ordered movies, as they all took turns using your face as their footstool for their stinking sk8er socked feet. Then they made you call for for takeout for all of them and of course pay for it. They were getting a little drunk so they started slapping you around. One of them had the idea to bring you into the bathroom and put you in the tub. They all pissed their hot, recycled beer all over you. They made you keep your mouth open so they could piss into it and called you a urinal and laughed. Later on in the night, they were quite drunk and really horny from watching pussy porn on your dime. So one at a time they made you blow all of them. Four hot sk8er loads shot in your mouth and swallowed. One of them fell asleep on the couch after that and the other three went into the bedrooms to crash and told you to go and sleep on the floor in the bathroom near the toilet. They said this was going to be their home base from now on and that you should expect this treatment and life, and worse and worse every day. You were terrified but you still had a boner.

Picking up and paying sk8ers in the park and paying them to sniff their sweaty smelly long over the calf socked feet had become an addiction. You were out there every night now. You realized that to keep it up you were going to have to get a second, part-time job to supplement your income to keep this up. And the sk8ers kept upping their price on you because they could see your desperation, your need. So you knew you'd have to just work and sniff their sweaty socked feet, that would be your entire life. You couldn't help it, you're a sock slave faggot.

Basketball player sock worship

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