Chapter 6 – If we lose, you lose
This must have been the most uncomfortable situation of his life. Matt was squeezed in that closet for what felt like eternity. By the time he could the finally hear the girls leave the locker room to start the game his ass already hurt from sitting on the hard floor this long, the tape strangled his wrists and ankles and his head was pressed against something edgy. The socks in his mouth weren’t that pleasant either. Although clean, they were already soaked with his saliva and it slowly dribbled over his chin onto his chest.
After about 3 hours the girls finally entered the locker room again. He couldn’t hear any cheering or laughter. They must’ve lost the game. «Haha karma bitches!» He thought. Everything that’d ruin Jane & Nancys day was welcome to him.
Half an hour later the closet was opened at last. Matt tumbled out and fell face first to the ground. All the girls and staff were gone. It was just him and his two tormentors again. The air was filled with the smell of sweat and wet grass. He looked up and was surprised to see that both Jane as well as Nancy were still in their uniforms.
Jane snipped her fingers and pointed towards the floor right in front of where she and Nancy just sat down. Matt got up to his knees and crawled towards them. Jane grabbed him by his hair and pushed his head back. «I’m gonna remove that gag now any moment, but before I do that I’ll give you ONE warning. Just this time. As you maybe figured out by the atmosphere around here, we just lost that damn game. So we are not really in the mood for any dumb remarks, disobedient behavior or complaints on your side. Understood?»
Matt nodded as good as he could. «Good. What happens next will hopefully teach you to support us in the future and pray for our sporting success. Because if we lose, you lose…». He wasn’t really sure what Jane meant with that but he definitely would’t give her another reason to be mad and planned on doing whatever necessary to get through this fast.
Jane removed his gag and threw it away. «After a game like that…» began Nancy, and by the tone of her voice she was even more pissed than her teammate «…our egos as down quite a bit and we need a way to boost them up again. Today this way will be seeing you suffer for our amusement.» It was clear that she wasn’t joking around. The took her boots and socks off, looked at Matt with a domineering attitude and said «Get to work boy… Lick my feet clean, NOW!».
Matt gulped. She couldn’t be serious. Licking the sweat off her feet after she just played a full game of soccer? He hesitated for about two seconds. But her raising an eyebrow convinced him to obey. He bent down, closed his eyes and took a first lick. «Not so shy footboy. I wanna see some more enthusiasm.» Jane mentioned. He did it again, from heel to toe this time. The taste was horrible. So salty and strong he almost gagged. «Don’t you worry footboy. You’ll get used to it over the next couple of weeks.» Jane laughed as she watched Matts disgusted expression each time he’d swallow between licks. The girls started chatting about the game and blame some of their teammates for the loss. Matt who didn’t dare to stop licked and licked.
After some time Nancy clicked her tongue and pointed toward her toes without even looking down at him. He understood and started to suck her toes. This was the worst part. The disgusting little bits of dirt, sweat and fuzz between her toes made him sick but he kept going and going until Nancy stretched out her other foot.
By the time she was satisfied and Jane wanted to have her share of his tongue Matt spoke for the first time since he was gagged all those hours ago. He chose his words carefully «May I have something to drink before getting on with your feet Jane?».
The girls looked at him somehow amused and annoyed at the same time. «That’s Miss Jane and Miss Nancy for you…» «Forgive me…» He stammered «…may I have a drink Miss Jane? My mouth is all dried out.»
Jane glanced over to Nancy and a wicked smile flashed over her face. «Of course you do footboy.» She grabbed hers and Nancys used socks and stuffed them back into his mouth. She stood over him and he was now kneeling between her legs. His head was forcefully pulled back again and he looked up to his bully. She held a bottle of water in her hand the the wicked smile he saw for a few seconds before was there again. «I want you so swallow every last drop…» She started pouring the water into his mouth. It run through the socks and down his throat. He didn’t even need to swallow. Nancy watched with satisfied grin while Jane filled his stomach that very special loser-tea.
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