In The Court of Great Soldiers

In a college basketball locker room, 11 o’clock at night, the place
smelling of sweaty jockstraps and the sweet aroma from the players’ socks,
Josh woke up, and lifted himself from the bench he was laid out on. Josh
stretched his arms above him to get feeling back in them so that he could
remove the basketball shoe that had been tied to his face all night.

The whole thing started innocently enough, Josh had been admiring some
of the basketball players, trying to get a first hand look at the guys he
had been fantasizing for the past several years. He arrived on the campus
for his Friday afternoon chemistry lab, but found that the class had been
canceled for the day, leaving him with very little to do for the day, and
certainly not wanting to go back to his room to study even more than he
already had. Josh felt like such a nerd with the amount he studied, never
quite being the one to be very social and certainly not ever knowing how to
let loose and enjoy a party. He remembered there being a basketball game
that day, but couldn’t quite remember if it was home or away, or even what
time it was. He wandered down to the arena and found several people already
getting excited for the game, certain that the university’s team was going
to win. He saw the players arrive, like an army of athletes they went into
the building. Josh couldn’t help himself, he was hypnotized by the cadence
of this particular army’s march, he followed, although quite discretely, as
they went in. He followed them up the stairs and down the hall until they
disappeared into the locker room. He wandered the halls waiting for
something to happen. Just as he was about to leave, he saw the coaches
approach the locker room. They went in and rounded up the players, sending
them onto the court to get a few warm up exercises done before the
game. One of the players dropped his student ID as he left, Josh reached
down and picked it up. He thought it was his moment to get to meet one,
when he returned the ID, but before he could identify the player that had
dropped it, the players had disappeared into their temple. Josh wished
there was a way he could just drop the ID off and be on his way. He fondled
the thin piece of plastic in his hands for a few minutes before remembering
the magnetic strip on the back, it would let him into any area the player
was authorized for. Josh, with his hands trembling and palms sweaty, slid
the ID in the reader on the locker room door, and Josh held his breath for
a moment as the reader blinked red and then turned green as the lock slid
open.
Josh looked around before turning the handle and going into the locker
room. Why did he feel so sneaky? He was after all just going in to drop off
an ID and come back out, right? He entered the locker room timidly and
inhaled its air for the first time. It smelled not quite like other locker
rooms he had been in. There was no stale urine smell, just the smell off
basketball leather and a slight musky scent from where the boys had already
begun sweating while horsing around and such. He walked around the room and
found the locker belonging to the very attractive basketball player to whom
the ID belonged. To his surprise, the locker was open, and there was a
basketball shoe nearly falling out of it. He recognized the shoes, he had
seen the guy around campus before and been drooling over the guy’s street
shoes. He took the shoe out and placed the ID inside, then just as he was
turning to put the shoe back in the locker, he did something that shocked
even himself. He put the shoe to his mouth and began sucking on its toe, a
scuffed field of smooth white leather. His hands when all over the sneaker,
rubbing the inside, feeling where the player had been standing, feeling the
little bit of moisture that was still damp from the jock’s feet. He rubbed
the inside and placed his hand flat where the foot had been, before
lowering himself on to the bench to enjoy the flavor of the sole of the
sneaker. He had never tasted another guy’s shoes before and found the
feeling of the shoe to be quite rough on his tongue. He wasn’t bothered by
it, he had wanted to for some time. He smelled the leather, and tasted it
too, placing himself into a highly aroused state of relaxation. He was in
total bliss, at least until he heard the familiar sound of basketball
sneakers in the hallway. Josh dropped the sneaker and ran for the
door. They were too close, he couldn’t get out without being seen. What
would he do? How could he hide? At the moment when he was preparing to drop
to his knees in front of the door and beg the players to forgive him, he
spotted the storage room. He ran for it, getting in and closing the door
behind himself just as the locker room door burst open with a testosterone
powered thrust and a flood of jocks filled the room with their sounds and
now the smells of being warmed up. Josh felt odd hiding in the darkness of
the room. He tried to make himself comfortable, but kept feeling something
poking him where he was trying to lay. He reached behind himself trying to
make himself comfortable when he felt something he had only dreamed
about… SNEAKERS! He was laying on a bag of old basketball shoes from the
previous season that were to be sent to be recycled. He feels them and rubs
them. They don’t feel worn out, and the aroma is simply amazing. A whole
season of sweat for his nose to enjoy and have fantasy with. He moans
quietly as he pulls his cock out and begins rubbing it with the sole of one
of the sneakers from the bag. One sneaker over his cock, one over his nose
and two dozen more behind his head, he was in heaven. Josh got himself
horny enough to get into placing himself face down into the pile, licking
any sneaker he could touch while fucking the sole. He humped until he came
with great thrust all over the sole of the sneaker. He laid on the pile
until he fell asleep. He had dreams of tying down basketball players and
licking their sneakers, then taking them by force and spraying his cum all
over them. His dreams kept him so occupied that he didn’t wake when the
players left the locker room. The next event Josh was aware of was the
players returning to the locker room screaming in victory and celebrating
the win over their rival team. Josh was terrified, he missed his chance to
get out of the locker room unnoticed and safely to the court to watch the
game, which saddened him somewhat. He became afraid of what would happen if
they found him, and equally important, if they didn’t and he was stuck in
the locker room for the night once everyone was gone. Josh considered what
to do. He still could not see and was terrified to turn on the light for
fear of getting caught. He shuffled around, suspecting he might think
better if he were comfortable. In adjusting himself he ran into a ball
holder, accidentally releasing the latch, causing an avalanche of
basketballs and a lot of noise, to which the locker room itself became dead
silent and Josh held his breath.
The familiar sound of marching basketball shoes that once turned Josh
on so much now frightened him as they moved towards the closet door. He was
blinded as the door opened. Two of the players grabbed him by his shoulders
and threw him onto the floor of the locker room. “What the fuck is this?”
yelled one player “Look at this, hes been fucking with our old gear” says
another, pointing to the pile in the closet. “Guys, no, I was returning
Ryan’s ID and got scared at you guys finding me, so I hid, and then slipped
on the bag of shoes, come on guys, please let me go” Josh begged. The guys
talked among themselves for a moment, and were about to let Josh go when
one of the guys discovered the cum covered shoe, and one that had obviously
been cleaned in selective spots. “Not so fast there, whats this about?” and
the sneaker was held up to his face.
Josh: “I’m sorry guys, I didn’t mean to, I just…. just got excited”.
Player 1: “Excited by what? Our gear?”

Josh blushes and tries to appear innocent.

Josh: “uhhh… yeah, I guess”.
Player 1: “Thats sick man. Guys what we going to do about this sick
freak?”
Player 2: “Seems to like our sneakers and I see him staring at my
feet, I say we give him what he wants, but on our terms”
Josh: “Please guys, no, just let me go, please?”
Player 1: “Nah man, I like the idea, somebody get some rope!”

The players pull some rope from the storage closet and begin tying Josh
like a turkey to be roasted. Binding him up his body every few inches from
his ankles to his shoulders, then tying him to a bench. Ryan was by this
time back in his street shoes, he pulled up a stool and placed his feet on
the bench directly in front of Josh’s mouth, causing Josh to whimper and
the team to giggle. “You want it don’t you freak?” Ryan temps Josh. Josh
only nods timidly. “Yeah, thought so!” and Ryan pushes his foot closer to
Josh’s mouth, but just as Josh opens his mouth to accept the sneaker, Ryan
pulls it away, and then laughs. Ryan plays a few rounds of keep away with
the sneaker and Josh’s face before finally forcing the toe of his sneaker
into Josh’s mouth, causing Josh to at first gag, but then moan as he began
to suck and enjoy the gift that was placed in his mouth. One of the guys
jumped up on the bench and began walking on Josh. Others just rubbed their
soles on his body, and some decided to get in a few kicks, especially the
guy who noticed his old sneakers had cum on them. Ryan pulled his sneaker
out of Josh’s mouth and moved his sneaker around for Josh to get all sides,
including the soles. It took Josh several tries to get the soles clean to
Ryan’s liking. For every failed attempt, Josh received a hit from the sole
of Ryan’s game shoes on his ass. The guys all took turns going by Ryan’s
example, some were more gentle, others more harsh. One of the guys even
rubbed his rough soles of his street shoes, a pair of Globe skater shoes,
over Josh’s face. After all of the guys had their turns with him, Ryan tied
his right game shoe to Josh’s face and the other guys gave Josh additional
abuse with their feet on his body, he was exhausted and managed to fall
asleep tied to the bench while the last player was rubbing his shoes on his
back.
Josh woke up, startled and cold. Some of the rope had been removed,
all but a few pieces and the sneaker which reminded him of the events that
happened. He looked around, no one was there. He realized that his shoes
were gone, his feet were feeling the air conditioning as it circulated
through the room. He stood up and then saw them on the bench across from
where he had been laid. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed to himself as he saw
there was writing on his white running shoes. Then he looked closer and saw
that the team had signed his shoes. Ryan’s voice then broke the silence of
the room, “they thought you might like it…”.
Josh recoiled as Ryan approached. Ryan laughed “nah man, no one is
going to hurt you, but you know you shouldn’t have been in here
unsupervised, right?” Josh nodded in agreement. “In that case, let me take
you home.” Ryan offered. Josh accepted. “That is unless you uh… are
interested in some of my other shoes…” Ryan said with a somewhat nervous
tone as he flexed his toes in his sneaker propped on the end of the
bench. Josh blinked and looked at Ryan’s foot before shaking his head in
agreement “uh, yeah, that would be fun, but why are you being so nice to
me?”. Ryan stepped forward and placed his foot directly on Josh’s crotch,
hard enough that he wouldn’t be trying to stand, but not hard enough to
cause pain “Not being nice, just giving you a chance to get to know us, or
at least for now, me”. As Ryan pulled his foot back, Josh stood up and slid
his shoes back on. “No man, you can’t wear those, the team signed them for
you!” Ryan yells as he throws an old pair of basketball sneakers, a size or
two too large in Josh’s general direction, “wear these instead!”. Josh, not
wanting to piss off the basketball player did as he was told and slid into
the shoes, carrying his signed sneakers.
Josh stayed quiet and followed Ryan blindly as they walked to his
truck in the parking lot, across campus. Josh could only imagine how it
looked, him following directly behind the jock. As he walked, he could feel
how sore his body was from being tied down, and from being kicked and
abused by the guys. Why was he now trusting Ryan? Was he getting himself
into more danger? He was too tired to think anymore, so he got into the
jock’s truck and let Ryan drive him back to his place. The drive wasn’t
long, perhaps ten minutes at the most. Josh looked around, this couldn’t be
right, they were outside of a fraternity house. Ryan got out and encouraged
Josh out as well. “You live here?” Josh asked with the deepest vocalization
of concern he could find. Ryan found the question odd and gave it a look
that matched his interpretation “Yeah, thought you knew that, you have been
watching me long enough, and I wear my frat shirt almost every week”. How
could Josh have not noticed, simple, his attention had been almost
completely on Ryan’s sneakers, which he could navigate blindfolded. They
men went into the house, and Ryan let Josh to his room, on the second
floor. Ryan opened the door and sent Josh in first, without turning on the
light, causing Josh’s heart to beat faster than it already was, and caused
a disturbing dry feeling in his mouth. Josh was guided into the room
carefully by Ryan, until Josh felt himself run into something solid, but
yet soft. Ryan then forced Josh to his knees and pulled his hands behind
his back, tying them with what felt to Josh like phone cable. Josh was
turned on, but yet nervous. What could Ryan possibly have planned for him?