You sat shivering on the cold floor of the men’s locker room at your brother’s college. Now there was nobody to help you. You turned sharply as a rumbling came from the entrance and a sweaty crowd of pubescent men surged into the room. A sudden stink of BO and manly musk hit your nose. They were cheering and wearing mouth guards so you assumed that the rugby team had just won their game. They seemed to be in high spirits and you grew worried, hurrying under the bench. You watched in horror as they began to strip in front of you, tall and broad shoulders with muscly backs, rock-hard abs and thick legs. The last thing to come off were their insanely smelly socks and shin guards. You wretched as they peeled off these last garments but became horrified as they threw the dirty clothes all around the room. The socks squelched with sweat as they hit the floor and the room began to fill with the stench.
‘Good work today boys’, the tallest and most muscly guy boomed, ‘don’t forget to leave your kit in here for the sissy synchronised swimmers’. The boys chuckled at this, ‘let’s hope that they faint from the smell and land face first in our sweaty socks’, a deep cheer rise up from the crowd as they went about changing, not even bothering to shower on the way. You stood frozen as the huge jock who was just speaking came to change next to you. You could see his huge sausage swinging above you as he began to take off his tight jock strap, it was at least 7” and your butthole throbbed involuntarily. He moaned in freedom and let it fall to the floor, right next to you. You gagged at the stench but were forced to stay right next to it and his hot feet which were emanating a very cheesy scent. He bent down to pick up the strap and his eyes landed on your terrified body.
‘Well we’ll well what do we have here’, he chuckled. Quickly, he snatched up a pair of sweaty socks from the floor, grabbed you and tucked you down into the stinky toe of one. He then folded it and tucked it into the other, doing the same, before tossing it into his bag. He quickly finished changing before tossing his used jock strap onto your socks and hurrying from the building.
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