The country club really wasn't my scene, but it paid well, so I valued my job there. It was a big, expensive place with a hotel attached that attracted thousands of people a year for its amazing views of and access to the award winning golf course. Since I had free access to many of the facilities, I decided to start working out in the gym.
I knew I would never have a great body. I was skinny and was such a late bloomer. The guys with great bodies or those who were really masculine always fascinated me, and working out was a good way to be around those guys. Those kind of guys never dated guys like me, but I could still look right? I timed my workouts so that I would be more likely to run into one of the club members, Mr. Stipes. He was definitely one of those untouchable guys. He was like the archetypal ex-frat boy turned successful business man complete with the mischievous smile and the cocky attitude. I felt he had every right to be cocky and narcissistic because to me he seamed perfect. He had to have been in his early 40's, but he was much more youthful in appearance and attitude.
Mr. Stipes, of course, never spoke to me or even acknowledge my presence because I was so far out of his league. He only hung out with the "it" crowd – in the gym that basically means he hung out with the guys that used to pick on the shy, nerdy guys like myself back in school. Mr. Stipes seemed to have it all and I was envious and fascinated.
One day it was really quiet in the gym, so I wound up alone in the locker room with Mr. Stipes, so it was really hard to pretend I wasn't checking him out. When he undressed and headed for the shower, he left his gym back on the bench and his trainers on the floor. There I was, alone with his stuff – and I knew he wouldn't be back for at least 10 minutes.
I quietly walked over to the bench and saw his dirty gym close in a pile by the bag. I had never done anything like this before, but this opportunity might never come around again. I picked up his dirty jock strap. It was still warm and sweaty, and it smelled like heaven to me. I looked down at his trainers and noticed he had stuffed a dirty sock in each of the sneakers. I have always had a foot fetish, so this was too good to be true. I picked up the right trainer and brought it to my face. First I sniffed the top of it, on the untied laces where the scent of his feet wafted through. I breathed in deeply as I rubbed the sneaker on my face, and I was instantly hard. I buried my face deep into the trainer with the sweaty gym sock still inside. I sat down on the bench, put the sneaker in my lap and picked up the other sneaker. I took a whiff of that one, turned it over and licked the sole with my full tongue enjoying every dirty tread
from heal to toe. It tasted rubbery and salty.
I wanted to get the most of this once in a lifetime opportunity, so I quickly grabbed the jock strap and put it on my head so that my face was nestled in the crotch where his sweaty cock was just minutes before. I wanted to get a good whiff of his trainers through the his jock strap, so I could smell his feet and his cock at once. I stuffed one of his gym socks in my mouth, so I could taste his sweat. Then I stuck my face into his left trainer so that I felt completely engulfed in his masculine odor. I felt the warmth of his body, and the moisture of his sweat on my entire face.
I grabbed the right sneaker, and stuck my dick in it. Almost immediately I began to cum. I hadn't planned on cumming in Mr. Stipes' trainer, but he would never notice. And when I saw him wearing those trainers in the future, I would be reminded that my seed was in still in those trainers, touching his feet and mixing with his sweat.
As I started gushing, I bent forward so my cum wouldn't drip back towards the heal of the shoe where he could see it. I was so excited, I couldn't hold myself up so I let myself fall to my knees. I continued to lean forward till I was bent over doggie style with my face supporting my weight - still deep in Mr. Stipes' left sneaker while I stroked my cock inside his right sneaker. It was awesome!
I knew I didn't have much time to enjoy myself, so I caught my breath and sat up. That's when I realized I was busted! Vision blurry, I could still see Mr. Stipes standing there. In shock, I ripped his dirty gym sock from my mouth and stuck it back in his shoe. Then I tossed the shoes together back in the general area he had placed them. I started to take his jock strap off my head as I quickly began to run away. Before I could get it off or finish saying, "I'm so sorry" my face ran into his bear chest.
He had blocked my escape. With one arm, he shoved me backwards and then said, "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" I tripped over his trainers and tried to catch myself on the bench, but all I succeeded in doing was to knock over his gym bag. I landed on the floor along with his dirty laundry. I grabbed his gym shorts and covered my now shrived penis with them. "I'm so so sorry," is all I could say. His camera continued recording.
"I knew you were a faggot, but I had no idea you were such a sick little pervert." I was so embarrassed, I didn't know what to do. "I'm so sorry Mr. Stipes."
"Oh, you'll be sorry alright, cocksucker – I promise you that! Just wait until club management hears about this." "Please... no," I begged, "I'm so so sorry." I started to stand up, but he stepped on my chest, pinning me to the floor. I had never felt so helpless. "It's a good thing I got this on my camera. The guys wouldn't believe me otherwise."
Keeping his bare foot on my chest, he started to play back some of the video. He made a face and said, "That is sick! That is so fucking perverted. Do my dirty, smelly, rank gym shoes really turn you on?" I kept quiet. He stomped on my stomach and said, "I asked you a question fagot! Are you a nasty little foot slut?" As I writhed in pain on the floor, I managed to get out, "Yes sir."
Refocusing the camera on me he ordered, "Tell the camera your name and what you are." I knew I had no choice but to obey. "My name is Toby Brettson and I'm a nasty foot slut." "Well Toby Brettson, now that I know you're a fagot and a pervert, you don't mind if I call you Fuck Hole do you?" He was clearly enjoying my humiliation and going to milk it for all it was worth. "No sir," I sobbed, "You can call me anything you want – I'll do anything you want, just please don't tell anyone. I'm so sorry Mr. Stipes."
"Well why don't you start by standing up, look into the camera and tell me what you just did?" I did as instructed. "I know it was wrong, but I jacked off in your sneaker." He made me repeat it again louder since I was whimpering the first time. "I jacked off in your sneaker, and I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new pair of sneakers." This was followed by an uncomfortable silence. "I'm so sorry Mr. Stipes. It's just that you are so attractive and masculine. I just couldn't stop myself. I never meant to upset you. Please forgive me. I'll never do it again..."
"I bet you would say anything, do anything to keep me from showing everyone this video. I bet you would drop to your knees right now and suck my cock till I shot my load down your throat." That did it. I was starting to get turned on again. "Yes sir. I'll suck your cock as much as you want." I got on my knees and headed for his crotch. As I took his gorgeous piece of meat in my hand and started to open my mouth, he lifted my chin with his finger so I was looking back up and him and his camera. "It looks to me like sucking my cock is what you want Fuck Hole. How do I know I'll even enjoy your blowjobs?"
"Let me show you. I will give you pleasure. I promise." He grabbed me by the back of the neck and started dragging me to the bathroom as he said, "Alright Fuck Hole. I will let you show me how you suck dick." He tossed me into one of the stalls, and I found myself on my knees looking into a toilet bowl full of shit and piss. "You can take that turd right there and do a little demonstration. If it looks like you know what you are doing, you can suck my dick, and we will never talk about this again. If you don't look like your really enjoying that turd, we will have to find another punishment for you."
I reached into the toilet and carefully picked up Mr. Stipes largest turd with both hands so I wouldn't break it apart. It was surprisingly firm, and it was about the size of a large erect dick. My dick, on the other hand, was no longer erect. I was disgusted and I didn't see how I was going to do this without throwing up.
..."Don't just stare at it bitch - taste it. I like it when my bitch starts by licking the head of my cock." I stuck out my tongue and ran it over the end of the turd. The shit smelled different this close to my nose, and the taste was unlike anything. It was bland but rotten tasting, earthy and greasy, rich and fowl. "That's right bitch. You like the taste of my cock don't you? Keep licking it, get a good taste of it. ...that's right. Now slide my big tool into your mouth fagot. Slowly slide that piece of meat in and out of your cunt mouth. You like that don't you Fuck Hole? Yeah you do. My cock tastes so good. Why don't you run your tongue up and down the shaft? Awe, don't be shy fagot, get a good taste. Yeah, there you go. You know you like it."
Mr. Stipes' shit was mixing with my saliva and running down my chin and my arms. He wasn't going to let me get by without savoring this torture, so I obeyed and did my best to look like I was enjoying it.
"You know what comes next, don't you fagot? You can't wait any longer you slut. You want to shove the whole cock in your mouth. You can't live without it. You want me inside you when I shoot my load of hot cum fagot. Shove that big old cock into your greedy little cunt."
I tried shoving the whole piece of shit into my mouth, but it wouldn't fit. "Come on fagot, take the whole thing bitch! You're getting me close now, so don't fuck up. Take it like a good Fuck Hole." A big chunk of his shit slid down my chest and landed with a splat on my leg. Tears were running down my face as I tried to close my lips, but there was just too much shit in my mouth. "Oh yeah Fuck Hole. I'm giving it to you good, and it's time to swallow. You love it when I fill your little cunt with fresh hot giz. You swallow it all down..." I tried to swallow, but I threw up instead.. I didn't get my head in the toilet fast enough, so shit and puke splattered across the toilet.
Mr. Stipes stepped back. "Oh, nasty!", he was laughing to himself. After a brief pause, he said, "You're going to have to learn to swallow if you want to be my cocksucker." After I stopped puking, I turned over and sat on the ground with my back against the toilet. I was covered in his shit.
"Alright Fuck Hole, it's time for the finale. Jack off," I was ordered. "Jack off for the camera you worthless piece of shit." I began to stroke my cock. His shit felt like lube, so I started to get hard again. Mr Stipes smirked and started in again, "Look at you, fagot - covered in my shit and loving it. You are one fucked up, nasty cocksucker. You love the taste of my shit don't you Fuck Hole? You started as my foot slut and now you are my shit slut. You are going to learn to love the taste of my shit as much as you love the taste of my sweaty feet. That's your punishment fagot, but you will learn to love it soon enough. Lick my shit off your fingers!"
I couldn't believe I was able to get hard during this humiliation. I really wasn't turned on my Mr. Stipes' shit was I? I didn't like the taste of his shit did I? The closer I got to cumming, the more I thought the answer to those questions was "yes". "That's right fagot - Eat My Shit!" I started to rub his shit all over my chest while continuing to jack off. "Oh yeah. Yum, yum fagot. You're getting just what you deserve you little pervert."
The smell, the taste, the feeling, and most of all the humiliation was just too much. I started cumming. My giz mixed with his shit in my hand. "Now show me you can swallow like a good fagot shit slut. Eat that cum and let me know if you can even taste it over the taste of my shit." I slurped the soupy mixture from my hand and swallowed.
He finally put the camera down. "Great show Fuck Hole." There was that mischievous grin again. "Don't feel bad. I tell you what I will do for you. I am going to let you take my trainers with you. You got them dirty, so you can clean them - with your tongue. When you give them back to me tomorrow, I want them looking good as new. The insoles even come out so you can suck all of your nasty giz off of them. I want you to clean between every tread on the sole and eat every single piece of sweat sock lint from every crevasse inside. Clean them inside and out. What do you say about that Fuck Hole."
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
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