| TITLE : Petr the Sex Slave Part I
Petr Cech ran his fingers over Arjen Robben's socked feet. The long grey and black 'Chelsea' socks they wore for matches turned Petr on immensely. He loved them, the way they clung to feet and showed off their shape, especially when damp with sweat. He also loved the way they slid down the leg, gathering around the lower half of the shin, all disheveled and sweaty. Petr stroked Arjen's feet, his fingers crying out with pleasure as they caressed the cotten. Petr lowered his head and kissed the socks hungrily. He kissed up the inside of the young Dutch lad's arch, tasting the sweat gathered from an intense workout. He sucked on the material, sucking the sweat from the socks into his own mouth. It tasted salty, masculine, and Petr loved it. He ran his tongue up the soles where the perspiraton was greatest, and a moan stuggled to escape from his throat as Arjen's foot sweat coated his tongue. Petr pulled Arjen's socks off with his teeth, and began licking the younger mans naked, exposed soles. Petr sucked the boy's toes worshippfully, soaking every drop of his manly perspire. Arjen has small yet manly feet and toes. Petr loved this, and he loved that Arjen let him do this. He was so grateful. Arjen was growing aroused, Petr could see the bulge in Arjen's football shorts. Petr continued sucking and licking and caressing, until suddenly the Dutch winger spoke. "Enough," Arjen said flatly, curtly, "Mateja's turn." Petr ceased, and knew what to do. He shuffled sideways, away from Robben's feet to Mateja Kezman's. The serbian had bgger feet than Arjen. They were bigger, longer, less 'rugged', more smooth and boyish than Arjen's feet, with longer toes. Petr repeated the sock worship he'd given Arjen, and slid off Mateja's white socks. Cech ran his tongue over the serbs soles, tasting his sweaty feet, his warm wet tongue coating the strikers naked skin in saliva. Mateja moaned and Petr doubled his efforts, sucking Kezman's toes like a starving man, his tongue snaking between the toes, and eliciting a louder moan from the striker. Petr loved the two studs feet, their feel, their smell, the taste of sweaty soles after a match. "Enough!" barked Arjen, as Mateja began groping himself through his shorts. Arjen sat up and shuffled to the edge of the bed, followed by kezman. Petr remained kneeling on the wooden floor, sat back on his heels. Arjen looked down at the Czech goalkeeper, and Petr knew Arjen was trying to understand why Petr liked kneeling before them both, why he liked wearing the rubber t-shirt and the manacles that bound his hands and feet. Ajren would never understand though, petr though, because Arjen enjoyed dominating him too much to empathise with a masochist. Arjen stood and took hold of the lead attatched to the collar Petr wore round his neck. He lead the older man to the gymnastic horse, Petr crawling all the way across the room. Kezman idled along after them, watching, wondering how petr could stand to be humiliated in this fashion. The serb had a temper, and couldnt imagine letting anyone treat him with so much disrespect. "On this," Arjen ordered. Petr obeyed. He stood, and got close to the horse's side. He leant over it, as Arjen fastened his manacled hands to one side of the horse, and his feet manacles to the other. He felt Arjen's hand on his arse, caressing, groping. A sudden slap made Petr release a slight cry. He heard Arjen's bare feet pad over to the cabinet, bare skin slapping slightly on the bare floor boards. Petr heard the familiar creak of it's hinges. Arjen was choosing an instrument of punishment for today's session. He heard the boy pad back towards him. "Moan slave," Arjen snapped, before Petr felt a whip across his buttocks. "Ow! Yes Master," Petr cried out in pain...and pleasure. Arjen was using Petr's favorite, the riding crop. Another strike across his buttocks, the sharp, stinging pain Petr craved like nicotine, only a hundred times stronger. Another strike, Petr cried out, and heard Arjen chuckle. Petr loved this, he needed it. Another strike, another cry. He needed it so badly he let Arjen and Mateja use him however, whenever, wherever they saw fit. Another strike, harder this time, and Petr cried out so loud Mateja leant down to Petr's face and whispered approval. "Yeah, good slave, you like this dont you?" Mateja taunted. "Yes master!" Petr replied without thinking, but truthfully. It was a weekly ritual. After every match, Arjen and Mateja would tell their wives they were with 'the lads' to relax after a win. Then Arjen and Mateja would come back to Petr's house, still wearing the socks they'd had on during the match, because Petr loved football socks, especially sweaty ones. Every week they came round, clad in sweaty socks, and watched as Petr, clad in bondage gear, worshipped their feet, sucking on the sweat damp material, licking their bare soles, and moaning with delight. Petr had asked Arjen for it, even though Arjen was straight. Petr thought he was quite laidback, and despite his girlfriend, might agree to it. Arjen did agree, and he told Mateja about it. The Serb was hardly enlightened or gay friendly, serbia being a less than cosmopolitan country. Arjen agreed to do it wholeheartedly, and for some reason, Mateja agreed when Arjen invited him to join in. Neither were gay, neither ever felt attracted to another man, but something about the situation turned them both on more than anything had before. Arjen and Mateja found beating, abusing, and humiliating Petr so arousing they came to Petr's home every week, and unleashed their cruel, dominating sexual desires on the submissive Czech. Another strike, and Petr cried out again. A long, whiney moan that showed pain and submission and enjoyment. Arjen didnt know why he loved this, he just did. He enjoyed the cruelty of beating Petr with paddles and whips He had a girlfriend, but he was open minded, and enjoyed the new experience of sex with a man, and sado-masochism. Arjen new that for Mateja the appeal was very different. He knew Mateja didnt enjoy it because it was a man, and 'different'. Mateja enjoyed it because he ot off on the power and control. Mateja was tempremental, aggressive. He enjoyed dominating Petr, hurting him, humiliating him. Mateja enjoyed every slap, punch, kick, spit, insult, enjoyed almost raping Petr, and every screaming moan the goalkeeper elicited when Mateja indulged his sadistic urges. Another strike, and Petr's arse was now blushing bright pink from the riding crop's blows. Arjen ran his hands over Petr's arse, and the Czech whinced, hissing as his tender cheeks were touched. Arjen smiled, and slapped his arse. He walked round to in front of Petr's face, and looked down. Petr starred up hungrily, submissivley, begging Arjen with his eyes for more pain, more pleasure. The winger smiled. "Good slave. Open wide," he instructed. Petr obeyed. Arjen pulled down his shorts and exposed his 6 inch, tanned Dutch meat. He slid his cock between Petr's lips in a fast, thrusting motion. Petr began to suck his master's cock hungrily. Arjen braced himself on Petr's shoulders as pleasure overtook him. He began fucking Petr's mouth roughly, hard and quick thrusts ramming home his cock right to his slave's throat. Petr moaned and sucked harder. He enjoyed having his mouth fucked by his master. He enjyoed his lips and throat bruised by the onslaught of hard, young cock. Arjen moaned for the first time. "Good slave, take my fucking cock. Suck it good you bitch," Arjen muttered approvingly. Petr responded with a moan as he became simply a hole for his master's pleasure. Arjen pounded Petr's mouth for 5 minutes, while mateja laughed and insulted the submissive man. "Haha, look at the fag! He loves you Arjen!" Mateja mocked, laughing to himself. Arjen stopped, and turned to Kezman. "Fancy making him squeel some more?" Arjen asked Kezman, smugly. Mateja grinned cruelly and walked round behind the goalie. He pushed his footy shorts down his legs till they landed at his feet. He stepped out of them, and aimed his cock at the Czech's hole. Mateja didnt care about lubrication. The more it hurt Petr the better. He placed his cock head at Petr's tight ring. With a single swift thrust, Mateja drove his pole upto the hilt into Petr's arse. The 'keeper cried out in pain as the dry erection forced it's way into him. Mateja slapped Petr's arse and grinned. "Oh yeah, your arse is so tight whore," Mateja muttered. He began grinding his hips, his member sliding in and out of Petr's pale arse. Petr began whining as he was roughyl violated by the serbian bad boy. Mateja held onto Petr's toned hips so he could thrust faster. He battered Petr's arse mercilessly. Kezman closed his eyes and could hear Petr moaning and crying in pleasure as his tunnel was drilled violently. "Oh fuck this is good," Mateja called out, " Take it whore!" Arjen was loving the abuse pouring from mateja's lips. He watched Mateja fuck Petr's brains out so hard he had to hold Petr's face in order to fuck the Czech's mouth. His dutch cock slid back and forth inside Petr's mouth. He loved the sensation of a hot, wet, rough mouth on his manhood. The feeling of stubble on his balls as they bounced against Petr's unshaven chin. Arjen felt his balls tingle and tighten, knowing he wasnt far off. "Oh fuck! Here it comes boy!" Arjen cried out. His cock bergan to spasm and jerk, and it began shotting jets of creamy cum into Petr's mouth. Arjen moaned as he orgasmed inside the older man's mouth, emptying his balls of their seed, Petr moaned too, and swallowed Arjen's man juice hungrily, loving the taste of the young dutchman's manliness on his tongue. Mateja pulled out of Petr's arse, and walked round. He moved Arjen aside and stood in front of the exhausted Petr. Mateja slapped Petr hard around the face. He grabbed his cock and began wanking furiously, jerking his serbian meat. As he did he slapped Petr again. "Do u love it fag?" Mateja barked. "Yes master!" Petr whimpered. Mateja grinned, and grabbed petr's hair. He pulled the Czech's head back roughly by his hair, making the goalie grimace. "Here it cums fag, take my serbian cum!" Mateja ordered. "Yes master!" Petr cried louder. "FUUUCCCKKK!!!!" Mateja cried, "HERE IT CUUUUUMMMMSSSS!!!!" His balls tightened, and a long, hot spurt of cum shot over Petr's face. Shot after shot of red hot jizz shot onto Petr's face as Mateja moaned loudly and wanked his meaty cock. After what seemed an eternity, mateja stopped ejaculating, his strokes became slower, and petr heard him panting. Mateja slid his cock between petr's lips. "Clean it" he gasped. Petr sucked and licked the serb's manhood clean. Mateja withdrew and started laughing. "look at him, another man's cum al over his face. What a bitch" Mateja mocked. Kezman strolled naked over to his clothes and began dressing. "You coming Arjen?" he asked. Robben shook his head, "I think i'll stay, see how much this gay boy can take." "haha, okay, see you monday," Mateja chortled, and left, the door slamming behind him. As Arjen listened to Kezman's car pulling away down the gravel driveway, he looked down at Petr. He stared at the older man. He was older, taller, bigger built than arjen, yet here he was handcuffed, bent over, his face covered in Mateja's cum. Arjen grinned. "Time for some more spanking i think," Arjen said matter of factly. He saw Petr smile. "Yes master..."
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