The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A few weeks have gone by since and Neil was pleased to know that, based on the photos Coach Morris sent him and Zaid’s verbal report to him each time, the soccer team had fully embraced their new “team building activities” during each team meet. Although it was a bit of internal conflict for Zaid in particular, since he still hated and was afraid of Neil in his regular life from everything that had happened between them before. But whenever Zaid was with his soccer team, due to the team training that he was also subjected to, as soon as he settled into that altered mindset, he could feel nothing but a strong positive vibe with all the changes implemented to the team and was fully oblivious to the actual things that he and the team were doing together. Neil was the undeniable Master to be praised and respected. Neil couldn’t help to chuckle and be amused by the abrupt flip in the young man’s attitude towards him inside and outside of the soccer team.

Under the current new plan suggested by Neil, every team practice session, which occured at least twice a week, went as per his suggestions. Everyone would arrive and change into their gear as usual. But before putting on their jocks and shorts, the whole team, coaches, physios and towel boys included, got into a huge circle on the locker room floor and swallowed the cock of the person to his right. Neil suggested that this will help them relieve stress for each other, so that everyone can clear their minds and focus on the game ahead. At the same time, it also served as a team bonding exercise to get them ever closer, more intimate and connected with each other. So as they all eagerly pumped their mouths on the throbbing dicks of their teammates (all in sync, usually with the coaches leading the pace), they also chanted together (as much as it could be understood, in between their panting breaths and stuffed mouths): “Glory for the Team, Glory for Neil, Glory for the Team, Glory for Neil, ...” After several minutes of it, they would be ready to relieve their stress into the mouths of their teammates. Over time, the team had been getting closer to being able to “relieve their stresses” almost around the same time together. It will still take some more practice, but it was definitely a progress towards greater teamwork and Coach Morris promised confidently to Neil that he’ll be able to get everyone to “perfection” soon! Once the team had sucked out the “load of stress” from each other, Neil suggested that the loads should not be wasted. Instead, those serve as a precious shot of protein energy supplement that will give them a critical boost in strength and energy for their match that no other regular energy drinks or drugs could match. It was therefore an absolute must that they swallowed that “power load” as soon as they tasted it.

After they have relieved their stress and boosted their energy, the last step of preparation before going out to the field was to hydrate themselves. As Neil suggested, it was only fair that they return the favour to their teammate who had just helped “relieve” their stress. With their deflating dicks still up in their “reliever’s” mouth, the guys would relax their bladders and feed their “golden electrolyte” to the other, who all eagerly gulped down the warm tangy stream to get themselves hydrated before the game. They were convinced that the “natural ingredients” of it was better and more effective than any sports drink out there. Once everyone was properly relieved, energized and hydrated, they were ready to pull up their pants (literally) and head out to the pitch for the training session.

Neil do want them to perform well so their training and time on the pitch were allowed to carry on normally as before for the most part, except for when they needed a drink, the coaches, physios and the assistants all pitch in to fill up the players’ bottles to make sure the guys have a constant supply of the “golden electrolyte drink” to remain adequately hydrated.

At the end of the training, the team retreated back to the locker room for the post-training cool-down session. It was now time for the staff team to get to work while the players got to relieve their tired bodies. First thing first, all the players stripped off all of their clothing except for their shoes and socks. In the open shower area, the physio team has set up two massage tables to service the team, so two at a time, the sweaty naked players hopped on the tables to get a much needed post-workout massage from their therapists to soothe their aching muscles.

The team captain Carlos and his brother Marco, both with tall and lean hairy bodies from a mixed Spanish-Italian background, were the first pair to get their turn at the massage tables. Once they lied down on the pad, Leo and Chad went to work on Carlos, and Allen and Bruno with Marco. Being soccer players, what other parts of their bodies could get more sore than their feet? Therefore, as per Neil’s suggestion, the physiotherapists have readjusted their massage routine to focus mostly just on those.

The four men wasted no time and went right to work, one on each foot of the two players. They started by yanking off the cleats, revealing the hot sweat-soaked, dirt-stained socked foot. The odour immediately started to fill the room and any normal person wouldn’t even need to get close to both brothers’ feet to already smell their strong stench. Nevertheless, the four therapists knelt down and dove nose-first into the soles and took huge deep sniffs all over the foot. It was an important first step that they must “sniff dry” their player’s foot to dry off the sweat and get rid of as much of the nasty odour before they could move onto the actual foot massage. It sure was a tough task for them, so much so that they gagged by reflex on nearly every breath during the first few sessions (which Neil had the pleasure to witness in stealth), especially on hot and humid days or when the grass was wet. Yet they relentlessly pushed their faces back into those dirty feet and persevered through their sniffing duty with professionalism and dedication to the team (and to Neil). After these few weeks and going through time and time over every player’s feet, the four physios have become more accustomed to their players’ smell, though an occasional strong odour might catch them off-guard, but afterall, it was their profession and they were proud to serve the team (and Neil, more realistically).

They spent a couple of minutes to intensely suck out as much of the sweat and odour as they could with their nose, and then proceeded onto the massage itself. The therapists swiftly pulled off the dirty socks from the player’s feet and dove right back into those hot sweaty barefeet with their tongues and lips. By now, they have also mastered the new “massage technique” that Neil had suggested to them as they feverishly lapped at the athletic soles with their tongues and mouths until those were drenched in saliva. The idea was that their natural spit was far more superior than using any sort of massage oils or lotions, and using their soft lips and tongues would be a much more soothing and gentle touch on those feet than their rough hands. So with that, the four physiotherapists licked, rubbed, nibbled and sucked on those college athletic feet with the same care and attention as they’ve always had. If anything, thanks to Neil, they got even more meticulous than before, such as making sure the entire foot below the ankle was thoroughly soaked in their saliva to moisturize and ease soreness, or to make sure every part of the foot got its proper deep massage, including each toe and in between. Sure, it got a bit inconvenient sometimes as their tongues picked up all the dirt, sock lints and toe jams from the feet, the salty and bitter taste lingered in their mouth for hours, and their mouths and tongues were sore after massaging half the team. But again, it was their duty and profession to serve the team, so they will put up with it all for the benefit of the whole team.

All this while, the two assistants were also busy at the other end of the massage tables. Ted tended to Carlos and Mike with Marco. As per Neil’s suggestion, these two, being the team’s towel boys, would only make sense that they contribute their efforts by being the team’s...literally...towels, and help clean off the sweat off the players’ bodies. Starting from the head, the two boys began licking at Carlos’ and Marco’s foreheads, slurping away the sweat on the skin, then working their way down all over their faces, necks and so on. The two assistants worked their tongues all over their player’s body methodically, making sure not to miss any inch of their skin. But at the same time, they needed to work efficiently since they have a lot of surface to cover with their tongues and they can’t spend too much time on each player as the rest of the team needed to be cleaned as well. Thankfully, much of the body surface, like the arms, torso and legs, were fairly quick and easy to clean (although it could be a bit rough on their tongues). However, the armpits and crotch were trickier, so they planned their process to allow enough time to focus on these parts and gave them some extra efforts to clean up the built-up perspiration.

The towel boys must also work in collaboration with the physios because as soon as they were done cleaning the front side of the player, the athlete would need to flip over so they can continue cleaning their back. At the same time, the physios would finish up with their foot massage and move on to the next massage once their subject has turned over: cock and anus massage. The idea was the same as their pre-game suck fest, but of course now in the hands (or mouths rather) of professionals. As the assistants carry on with licking the player’s back, the therapists moved onto the hip area for their next task, with one on top to dive into the butthole, and the other sliding under the massage table (which has been modified at Neil’s suggestion to include a hole for the jock cock to drop through) to take care of the athlete’s “stressed” cock.

While the staff were “cleaning and massaging” two players on the massage tables, the rest of the team was simply “hanging out” quietly in the locker area. By “hanging out”, under Neil’s suggestion, the guys were doing so by sitting on the floor in pairs, shoes off, with their hot, tired, stinking sweaty socked feet pressed firmly on each other’s face. As they breathed through the pungent stench of their teammate’s feet, the feeling and smell of those feet on their face give them a sense of comfort and peace, and it helps them focus on repeating their reinforcement mantra in their heads over and over.

Again, the staff were all totally focused on carrying out their tasks of cleaning and massaging the players professionally and efficiently. Their service came to an end once the player shoots his “stress load” into the mouth of the “cock massager”. The two athletes can then get off the massage tables and another pair was immediately summoned over. The six staffers immediately get to work all over again with the next pair. They’ve got no time to waste, as they each still have about a dozen players to work on before everyone can call it a day. So despite some soreness in their jaws and rawness on their tongues, the physio team and towel boys carried on promptly without break, until they’ve licked clean the entire team.

What about the coaches during all this? In fact, both Morris and Henderson have been in the same shower room as the massage table setup, but on the opposite far end of it. Like the rest of the team, the coaches were lying on the floor of the shower area and locked in a foot 69 with each other’s large sweaty socked feet firmly covering their faces, while they breathed away at their “comforting” foot smell and repeated the reinforcement training in their heads in a continuous loop. The rest of the team ignored their presence at the back as they went about their massages and changing, but the coaches were also pretty much lost in their own hypnotic bubble as well.

Once all the players have been cleaned and massaged, the physios and towel boys make their way over to the coaches’ end of the room. The coaches finally came out of their reinforcement cycle and moved away from each other’s feet. However, they were not getting up, rather, they only shifted until they were facing each other’s crotch. At the same time, the staffers ed them on the floor and paired off around them into similar 69 positions. It was at last time for the staff to “relax and relieve” themselves. Without any hesitation, they swiftly pulled down their pants and shorts and dove mouth-first onto each other’s sweaty cocks with the sole thought of helping each other relax. As the last remaining players got changed and packed up next door, they were completely oblivious to the rhythmic slurping sounds and laboured breathing coming from the shower area, despite the noise being amplified by the large tiled room into a lewd symphony of sex. By the time all of them have relieved themselves into their partner’s mouth, the changing room was already deserted. The eight men casually disengaged from one another, tidied up their clothes, and went about their usual business as if nothing special had happened (there was indeed none to their minds). The coaches said goodbye as they walked back to their office while chatting about the games and work, and the therapists and assistants cleaned up the place and packed up the team’s gear. All is normal and well...

Confident that the soccer team has fully settled into their “realigned team behaviour” and their control is solid by now, Neil was ready to move on with the next phase of his plan: pairing them up with Rob’s baseball team.

A week later, Neil gathered everyone from both teams at the Hadid household for their “meet and greet” session. He had asked both teams to go play a few games before the meeting so they’d be all nice and sweaty and then show up still dressed in their full gear. Omar, the owner of the house, was conveniently sent next door to the Stantons, where Neil has instructed him to be the “cock massager” of the evening. As he headed over clad only in a jock and black ankle socks from his workout, Omar will be compelled to keep his mouth locked on one of his neighbours’ cock for an hour at a time, keeping it hard but only letting it cum towards the end of the hour (and he must extract a load each time). After that he must immediately switch to another cock for the next hour, so on and so forth, rotating constantly on the hour between Bob, Jake and Dave throughout the entire night. Under no circumstances can Omar let the cock leave his mouth or go soft before the end of the hour; that means swallowing all the piss, precum and cum that came out of it and following wherever the cock’s owner goes, be it the kitchen, dining table, living room, computer desk, even into the bathroom for a dump or shower. The three guys would completely ignore Omar’s presence and carry on with their normal evening activities, but they must let him in on their cocks if it was their turn and will feel and react to all the sensations from his mouth, although they would think nothing of it. On the other hand, Omar would remain fully aware of his ordeal as usual, but would not be able to express or react to any of it. The act would only end when Neil and Rob returns home. But if they don’t come back before bed time for the Stantons, Omar must then follow Jake to his room, substitute in for Rob and go to bed with Jake in the “foot 69” position that the brothers have been used to sleeping in.

Once everyone had showed up at the Hadid’s home, Neil ordered them to arrange their teams by height and then had both teams line up along the hallway facing each other. Thankfully Omar and Zaid’s house was large enough, but still, with over fifty athletic guys together, it was a bit of a tight fit, the players on both sides have to squeeze in tightly shoulder-to-shoulder in order to fit everyone along the corridor. The coaches and staff ended up having to form their own line up on the staircase, with the tallest of them, Coach Henderson and Mitch, the 35-year-old 6ft-2 brown-haired physio of the baseball team, looking ridiculously huge at the highest step. The heat and smell of all these sweaty male bodies crammed in one space quickly filled the air.

When everyone was lined up, they stood at attention and began reciting the reinforcement program in their heads. Both teams immediately zoned out, oblivious to the reality around them. Neil used this time to indulge himself in a few dozens of hot and sweaty prime athletic meat. He took his time and went down each row of men, savouring the intoxicating sexy taste and smell of each set of cock, ass and feet that have now fallen into his ever-expanding stable of jockey slaves. With every dick he sucked: thick, curved, cut, uncut; every cum load he swallowed; every ass he buried in: hairy, smooth, rounded, muscular; and every foot he sniffed and worshipped: sweaty, pungent, arched, wide, slender...Neil soon found himself similarly lost in his own trance of sexual euphoria as his senses and brain became overloaded with the intense and seemingly endless stimulants from literally a wall of hot, virile male flesh. The poor innocent souls of the baseball and soccer teams were helplessly trapped in Neil’s induced mindtrap, while their bodies stood in complete oblivion and their most intimate posterior body parts were being mercilessly molested by their unseen master. They wobbled around like bowling pins, bumping into their neighbours, as Neil pulled them out of line to play with them like sex dolls, and hopped ridiculously on one foot as Neil played with the other foot, but they struggled to remain stoically standing at attention as instructed, their faces staring blankly ahead while their minds continue to repeat calmly their reinforcement mantra, in a parallel dimension detached from their harassed bodies.

It was at least two hours later, with over fifty asses and pairs of feet thoroughly sniffed and licked, and over fifty cumshots eagerly swallowed, when Neil finally went through both teams and inspected and savoured approvingly his latest acquisitions. Despite the now intense smell of sex and cum added to the air, both teams continued to remain in their statuesque state, lost deep in their trance. If one would look at the guys above their waists, they would look as if nothing had happened at all in the last two hours: shirts still neatly on, standing confidently, faces looking calm and at ease. However, if looking below the waist and around the floor, they looked anything but presentable or dignified: pants, shorts, and underwear were all pulled down, hanging halfway down their legs or crumpled around their barefeet, socks strewn all over the floor. But none of them were aware of that, the only thing they were aware of at the moment was: “Glory for the Team, Glory for Neil, Glory for the Team, Glory for Neil, ...”

Having satisfied his hunger feasting on his unsuspecting preys, Neil was finally ready to put his plan into action. He paired up the players of each team by height (similarly with the staff and coaches) in order to form an inseparable partnership, and bond, between the two teams such that they will now be able to provide each other with critical mental and physical at every game and practice sessions. With the new tournament season just about to start, it was just the perfect timing for him to put this plan into play. He just can’t wait to find out how wonderful it will all work out. Without further delay, Neil called out for the guys to stop reciting the reinforcement training and focus on his words: “Now listen to me, my Jockey Slaves...”

The first game of the new season kicked off shortly after just in time for the new partnership of the two teams undergo its first proof of concept testing. It was a home game for the soccer team. Neil was confident that his whole plan would roll out as instructed, but he still wanted to be there to make sure of it and to look out for any small issues or unexpected slips that might happen. Since this latest experiment would be executed within a partly open environment where external interferences could more easily infiltrate compared to his previous endeavours, Neil needed to make his plans as robust and fail-safe as possible. He needed these top star athletes of the college to be complete gay sex perverts just right around the corner from the sightlines of their thousands of fans and peers, yet be totally unnoticeable to anyone in stadium.

Since the soccer team was playing, the baseball team was therefore the “serving team” of the day. The “servers”, as Neil would call the guys whose team was in the serving role, made sure to arrive to the school’s changing room before anyone of the soccer team showed up to get ready. That included the baseball coaches and staffers as well. Once there, they changed into their “uniform” for the game: their baseball cleats and navy blue team socks, the navy blue jock that matched with their team’s colour scheme...and nothing else. Putting away the rest of their clothes in the locker that they shared with their respective soccer partner, the guys then stood in front of their locker at attention, hands behind, legs slightly apart and staring blankly ahead at each other or the wall, and just waited silently. Even the physiotherapists and towel boys, who didn’t wear the team uniform in the past, were also given a set of the navy blue socks and jocks, worn over their regular running shoes, to match with their team when serving the soccer team. Along with the coaches, they waited idly at attention in a line by the shower area for the soccer guys to show up. The entire changing room quickly fell into an eerie silence as soon as everyone stood still like over two dozens near-naked statues, save for the collective soft sound of their calm breathing.

Neil had been watching the scene unfold all this time. He actually came in with Rob early and had been observing from a bench in the corner, although he was invisible to both teams while in the room. So far he was satisfied with things moving smoothly according to plan.

A short while later, the soccer team started to arrive. As the players came in, they made their way to their usual lockers and got changing into the team gear for the game. As the “players” walked up to face their partnered “server”, the baseball guys came back to life again and immediately sprung into action helping their partners change. Rob, for instance, was paired up with Carlos the soccer captain. When Carlos showed up, Rob helped his “player” remove his street clothes and put them away in their shared locker, while Carlos put on his red soccer socks in his team’s colours and matching red jock.

When Zaid showed up, he felt a strange unsettling feeling at the back of his mind when he saw the locker room already filled with their baseball team partners clad only in their jocks and footwear, but he couldn’t figure out where the feeling came from. The (supposedly) strange but not so strange sight briefly raised a concern in him that something didn’t seem right, but that idea was swiftly washed away by another overpowering thought, almost like an order, that everything was normal and fine. Zaid knew that Neil had done something to his team and the baseball team, even though he didn’t know exactly what the changes were. Sure the guy was still an evil monster for what he did to Zaid and his dad, and they still despise Neil on those , but for some reason Zaid understood that whatever Neil did to his team, it will only bring improvements to his team. For that bit, he was grateful for Neil’s involvement. As such, due to the effects of the different programming he had received, Zaid unconsciously found himself caught in an extreme “love/hate” relationship with Neil: the soccer team Zaid praised and ired Neil as their Master like everyone else on the team, but outside of that, the regular Zaid still hated that evil monster that enslaved him and his dad.

Walking up to Jin, a 22 year-old Korean visa student with same height as Zaid, 170lbs and size 11 feet, Zaid consciously met his baseball partner, and server for the day, for the first time (they also met when Neil paired them up, but nobody ed that, of course). However, he had no time to greet the guy (a total stranger until today) or to dwell on the nagging awkward feeling in his head, he needed to focus and get into his game mode. He needed to play well for his team, do well for Master, play for the team....

All unnecessary thoughts were quickly pushed aside and Zaid focused on getting changed into his gear. Just like with Carlos and Rob, Jin automatically sprung into action to help his “player” partner get into his red soccer socks, cleats and jock. Once the whole soccer team has changed into their footwear and jocks, before putting on their uniform, everyone got onto the floor right by their locker with their server, and the pairings got into a 69 position. In a swift motion and without any hesitation, the guys promptly pulled out their partner’s flopping cock and got working on it right away with their mouths. With double the number of people in the locker room, the floor space was getting quite cramped with everyone lying on the floor pushed up right against each other, benches and locker doors. But the discomfort of the cramped space was not a major concern for the guys at the moment. The biggest concern for the soccer “players” was to suck out a shot of the “protein energy boost” from their baseball partners, while the baseball “servers” were focused on sucking out the “pre-game stress” from the soccer partner’s dick. Neil emphasized that it was indispensable that the players must receive their shot of “protein boost’’ before each game, otherwise they would not be in proper form and focus to play.

Instead of maintaining the bonding within each individual team, Neil has rearranged the bonding to be with their partnering team, while at the same time emphasizing the notion that they are all working hard for the good of the other team and, of course, for Neil. The result was the two teams became like two gear wheels clicked in together, where each pair of players (and staff) were reliant on each other, and at the same time, both entire teams were progressing ahead together as a group in lockstep. When they are in the player role, they play their best for the glory of their team and their Master. When they are in the server role, their serve their hardest for the glory of their partner team and their Master.

Within a few minutes, everyone in the locker room was ready to shoot their loads. As per Neil’s suggestion, this was simply a step for players to relieve stress and get their protein shot. Even though they may be sucking on each other’s dicks, but they were not instructed to associate any sexual feelings to the action, so there was none. No foreplay, no teasing, no sexual high, no time wasted. Time is tight and pressure is on before the game, so everyone was just eager to get through all the preparations and settle into the game mindset. Other than the occasional moaning that came out instinctively as they came, to their minds, it was a purely routine mechanical exercise just like stretching.

Once everyone has dutifully shot and swallowed their partner’s load, they did not immediately let go of their dicks. Rather, everyone stayed put in their 69 positions and took a moment to relax and release their bladders. As soon as the warm golden streams started flowing straight from cocks to mouths, the room was silent except for a choir of rhythmic gulping sounds. For the players, this was the same special “golden electrolyte drink” that they were sharing within their own team previously, except now, under Neil’s new directions, the tap for their “special sports drink” shifted to their server partner instead. For the servers, when in that role, it would not be any golden special drink for them. Instead, they were simply helping their player partner relieve their bladders. It was all in the name of their team bonding and spirit, so there should be nothing to feel disgusted or ashamed of. Besides, throughout the duration of the game, the serving team, as well as all staff from both teams, “contribute” collectively to make sure that the drinking bucket for the players remains filled with everyone’s “golden electrolyte”.

After the players have been properly drained, relieved and energized, it was time for the pre-game team briefing. The locker room was suddenly back alive as everyone got off the floor, as if nothing happened, and Coaches Morris and Henderson called up the team to gather up in the open area between the lockers and showers. While the coaches set up their materials to discuss the game plan, the soccer players, still just clad in jockstrap, socks and shoes, gathered around to listen in. The baseball servers followed their players as well and laid down on the floor again once their player arrived at the meeting point. When the servers settled on the floor, the players, facing their coaches, straddled their server, and then squatted down until their exposed butthole rested on the baseball guys’ faces. The servers on the floor used their hands to help the weight of the soccer players and so that the asses don’t crush their faces underneath. As soon as the asses were comfortable settled on their heads, the baseball servers stuck out their tongues and began to lap all around their player’s asshole before poking into it as far as they could reach.

Once the players were settled over their servers’ faces and the holes getting properly “massaged”, the servers then lifted their feet, curling back until their feet came right up to their partner’s chin. The players then removed the shoes and buried their faces into the socked soles, taking deep breaths of their servers’ sweaty scented feet, their eyes peeking above the smelly soles barely just enough to see the coaches talking ahead of them. Following Neil’s suggestions, the guys believed that by getting a “tongue massage” in their butthole would calm their nerves and focus their minds onto the coach’s briefing and the game ahead. Likewise, taking deep sniffs of their servers’ feet would clear their minds and redirect all their attention on the game ahead and Coach’s directions. This was also to be their default setup for any private team briefings and locker room roundups before, during break time, or after a game or practice. Only during the break time and post-game meetings, the servers would be smothered by a much sweatier and muskier set of asses on their faces.

At the front of the room, Coach Morris and Assistant Coach Henderson stood facing their players, getting ready to brief the team about the game plan. The otherwise odd sight of two dozen giant curled-up “human balls” facing them did not seem out of place to them at all. To them all, that was the correct and only way pre-game meetings should be done. In fact, kneeling behind them were baseball Coach Fernandez, a 44-year old bulky Cuban ex-professional player, and Mitch, one of the baseball team’s physiotherapists, respectively Coach Morris’ and Coach Henderson’s servers. As the soccer coaches stood and discussed the game with the players, the two servers’ faces remained firmly buried between the asses of the playing coaches, their tongues similarly busy “massaging” in and around the anus. Whenever the coaches paced back and forth as they talked, their kneeling servers would followed them around blindly, their faces and tongues never losing touch with the asses.

As for the physios and towel boys, as well as their partnered serving baseball staffers, they all remained at the far end of the shower area, still paired up in their 69 positions, but also busy lapping at each other’s assholes. Since they didn’t need to listen in on the game talk, they simply stayed in their spot and continued idly lapping with their serving partners until it was time to head out to the pitch.

At last it was game time. As soon as the coaches finished their briefing, the players raised from their position and got in their team line-up, ready to head out to the field. The baseball guys quickly got back on their feet, headed back to their lockers to retrieve the soccer uniform and rest of their gear for their own players, and then rushed back over to help the soccer guys get dressed. Likewise, the soccer team staff disentangled themselves from their respective baseball team partner, got dressed and headed out of the locker room with the players. As soon as they stepped outside of the locker room, the team is full focused on the match and they would be able to play and carry on “normally” for much of the duration of the match so as not to raise any questions and to be able to play at their best abilities. The only quirk though, would be their drink. Each of their drinking bottles was already pre-filled with the baseball server’s day’s load of piss. On top of that, the large refill bucket was also filled with the cocktail of piss from the soccer team staff and everyone from the baseball team, ensuring that the players will have plenty supply of their special “golden electrolyte” to keep them hydrated throughout the game. The bucket remained “heavily guarded” by Mike and Ted, the towel boys, so other bystanders won’t be able to see or smell their special drink under the firmly closed lid.

As for the baseball team, they would never step outside the locker room for the entire time of the game. After the soccer team has left the locker room, the baseball guys promptly locked the door. Coach Morris would have the key to get back in during half-time and at the end, and they made sure to put a sign outside to prevent janitors and others to try to enter the room. Once they have locked themselves in, the entire baseball team, players and staff altogether, gathered in a huge circle on the floor of the shower area to spend the rest of their free time circle sucking each other. It was basically going back to their basic team bonding and reinforcement training procedure. As they mindlessly nibbled on their teammate’s dicks, the usual reinforcement mantra would be looping in their minds as well. They would only be able to come when they hear the half-time whistle, that meant a suck-a-thon of at least for 45 minutes, only to repeat again during the second half.

At the end of the game, after shooting their second load, the baseball team would wait for the soccer team to come back to the locker room where they all regrouped again for a quick post-game debrief. When that was over, it was time again for post-game massage. Because there was now the presence of a total of eight physiotherapists and four towel boys/assistants from both teams, Neil decided that it would be more efficient if the staff from the server team pitched in to help out the workload. Therefore, instead of two tables, there were now two more massage tables set up so four players can be serviced at the same time. Further to that, the serving partner of each player also ed in to help “massage” the player. The server was tasked to exclusively focus on his player’s tired and sweaty feet, taking over this “very important” task from the physios, who would now focus on the legs, ass and cock, while the towel boy now only needed to take care of cleaning off areas above the waist. Like before, all the staff was dedicated to their job of soothing out the players and wasted no time to diligently work their tongues and lips all over the tired and sweaty players’ bodies. Similarly, the server at the feet also worked his might at sniffing, sucking and licking away the sweat, smell, dirt and soreness from their player’s hard worked feet.

While waiting for their turn to the massage tables, the rest of the players just quietly lounged around the locker room floor with their baseball partners, sweaty feet firmly planted over each other’s face and silently reciting the programming lines in their heads until they were being called. Once they’ve had their massage, the player and server can both change back into their regular street clothes, dismissed from the locker room and go back to their regular non-perverted lives...until the next game or practice.

Similar to the past, throughout the massage session, the coaches were simply bunched up at the opposite end of the shower area and forgotten by the team, while they are completely engrossed with swallowing each other’s cocks. Except now, instead of a two-way 69, the four coaches were locked in a four-way circle suck. And when they were done with massaging the last players, the physios and towel boys again ed in the coaches to form their own suck circles: a four-way for the towel boys, and an eight-way for the therapists. Once everyone has shot and swallowed each other’s loads, it marked the end of the game session for the day. Everyone got back on their feet, got dressed, packed up and carried on with their normal lives just like any other games they’ve played before....that is, again, until next time.

About a month into the game season, Omar Hadid and Bob Stanton have “graciously” offered a new limo coach bus for the exclusive use by the soccer and baseball teams for out of town games and trainings. They even hired a dedicated driver to operate the coach, all expenses covered by the two men. The college was more than delighted to have someone volunteer to provide extra resources for free, and they could not agree to their proposition fast enough. Given they were parents from players on either teams, the school did not want to challenge the proposal and risk upsetting a contributing parent, so they just let them do as they pleased.

Of course, behind the good-natured parental contributions, it was all an idea from no other than Neil. As soon as they received approval from the college, Neil instructed on the layout of the coach and even down to the hiring of the dedicated driver. The new driver, Corey, a 32 year-old single man with few family and relationship ties around town, who had past experience as a truck driver, was soon “trained” by Neil to always drive safe and alert, but also to ignore anything the team would be doing in the bus and assume everything was normal. For quick day-trip games that were only a few hours drive out and back, Corey was largely spared of having to participate in any of the perversion and sexual acts with the teams (other than staying at the back of the bus the entire time, with his pants and underwear off, aimlessly worshipping his own feet nonstop the entire time and recycling his own piss with a cup, until the teams return onboard after the game). For longer trips with overnight stays, then he would share the room (and bed) with the staff on a rotating basis for every night. In those cases, so as not to leave him out of the group, Corey would have to participate in whatever his bedding mates of the night would be engaged in.

The bus itself was a regular coach that could carry about 60 engers. However, after heavy reconfiguration of its interior with custom-built seats according to Neil’s specifications, it looked nothing like any regular coach bus inside. First, a black-out privacy screen was installed as soon as one would step onto the bus, right behind the driver’s cab. This created a darker cabin, reduced noise within, and most importantly, prevented outsiders from peeking into the cabin from the front or through the extra tinted windows.

Within the enger cabin, instead of the conventional two-by-two seating on typical coaches, from the front of the bus, one would only see one seat facing forward on each side of the aisle, although the seats look much more comfortable: wide, plush captain seats with large headrests and armrests. However, moving further into the cabin, one would notice the actual custom seating arrangements. Right in front of each forward-facing seat, another similar seat was placed near floor level, directly opposite-facing the higher seat. In addition, on the higher seat, the seat portion has a semi-circular indentation in the middle of the front edge. Overall, there was very little separation between the two seats and the lower rear-facing seat would appeared to be tightly confined and pressed literally right in between the legs of the upper seat enger. Of course, this was all part of the design to serve one of its intended functions that Neil had in mind.

On the bus’ maiden voyage, it was the baseball team’s turn as the playing team, heading out for a game in a town about 3 hours away. Both teams showed up in the college parking lot in their full uniforms and once all the gear was loaded, the baseball team promptly boarded the bus, with the serving soccer team partners in tow. The coaches settled in the first row, while the rest of the staff moved to the far back, and the players can pick their seats in the rest of the space. Zaid, in the server role today, followed his baseball partner, Jin, to his seat in the middle of the bus, right behind Rob Stanton and his server Carlos, and across the aisle from Andy, a 6ft, 23 year-old blond fielder, who happens to be partnered with Zaid’s best bud on the soccer team, Gino.

Once everyone has found their seats, the serving team let their playing partners get into the higher forward-facing seat first. The baseball team, before sitting down, pulled down their pants and blue jock, exposing their bare butts, crotch and thighs to the soft velvet seat and everyone else on the bus. The soccer team, on the other hand, stripped off their shirts and shorts, stashing them into the overhead lockers, leaving themselves only their red jocks and footwear. They then moved into their lower rear-facing seats. As everyone settled into their seats, the purpose of the seating arrangement became quite obvious. Like his teammates, once Zaid squeezed into his seat near the floor, he found himself stuck between Jin’s muscular legs facing the Asian player, his face just a few inches away from his exposed genitals hanging by the edge of the seat. The use of that indentation at the front of the player’s seat also became clear. As Corey started the coach into motion, Zaid and the rest of the serving team leaned forward and swallowed their baseball partner’s cock all the way in. The shape of the seat cushion therefore provided a comfortable fit to rest their shoulders and neck on. For the duration of the trip, the guys below would remain lip-locked on their player’s hard cock, gently nursing it in their mouth, keeping it stiff but not bringing it to ejaculation. The players above would appear completely at ease and relaxed, although their minds are reiterating their reinforcement mantra, completely ignoring the action of their servers on their dicks. As they get near their destination, Corey would give his engers the “15-minutes to destination” notice, which was a signal for the servers to pick up pace on their player’s dick, so that the guys can relief their stress prior to arrival.

Upon arrival at the game field, due to being in an unfamiliar location and the risk of attracting potential unwanted compromising attention, the serving team would remain stealth and stay on the bus as much as possible, while the playing team would get off the bus for the game as if they were the only ones traveling. To avoid any further suspicions, the playing team can for once skip all of Neil’s “special team activities” during this period, until they boarded the bus again after the game...well, except for the “golden” sports drink, which their serving partners have dutifully filled up the bottle for them beforehand. The team’s staff and coaches would have to step up and discretely refilled the players’ bottles throughout the game.

Back on the bus, once Corey has parked it in a secluded spot at the far corner of the parking lot, as usual, he would settle in at the back of the bus, remove his pants, shoes and socks, and then lose himself in slobbering all over his own feet until it was time to leave again. For the serving team (the soccer team on this maiden trip), they too would remove their jocks, leaving them completely naked except for their soccer socks and cleats on their feet. Everyone would then slip down onto the floor of the coach, stretching out under the seats to form a human circle chain around the cabin lining the sides. Neil had asked for the seats to be designed with sufficient clearance underneath them, but still it could get a bit tight for some of the bigger guys. Regardless, there was no time to complain about personal comfort, they all have a task to fulfill while they await the playing team’s return. As soon as everyone laid down on the floor, they immediately got up close to one another and everyone’s mouths quickly found their way onto the dicks of the next row seatmate. Zaid squeezed himself under the row ahead of him to catch up to Carlos’ dick, while he felt another of his teammate swallow his dick down below. Within 30 seconds of them getting onto the floor, the entire soccer team has locked their mouths onto each other’s cocks, forming a huge oral daisy chain around the bus cabin.

Because a baseball game is not as clearly defined by timed sets as in soccer, before he dived into the cock by his side, Coach Morris set the timer on his watch to 45 minutes. Neil wanted to be fair to both teams: when the soccer team would be playing and the baseball would stay onboard to suck, they can easily split out their time by 45-minute game sets, but there was no similar counterpart in a baseball game. As a result, Neil instructed the soccer team that, when they are waiting on the bus during their serving duties, they would also set their group sucking sessions into 45-minute sets as well.

With the timer started, the soccer team fell into an intense synchronized suck-fest. Everyone around the circle soon caught up with one another to suck at the same pace, heads bobbing up and down almost all at once. No one was to come until the end of the 45-minute mark. At the same time, their minds began reciting once again the reinforcement mantra in a continuous loop to the beat of their sucking motion. Likewise for Corey, who sat half naked surrounded by the circle of sex-depraved athletes, totally self-absorbed in feverishly making out with his own feet and reciting the same mental training instructions to the pace of his foot licking. The bus fell silent and seemingly empty, except for the rhythmic sound of flesh slurping and heavy breathing, as well as the growing heat and stench of male sweat and sex.

At the sound of the alarm, everyone on the bus, except for Corey, shot their pent up loads nearly at the same time into their teammates mouths. Corey the driver was allowed a break from his foot worship, but it was just enough time for him to relieve himself into a cup he has with him, which he would then recycle it right back to quench his dry mouth and thirst from the worshiping, before plunging right back into his already drenched feet again. Once everyone on the team has came down from their orgasm and relieved their bladders into each other, Coach Morris reset his timer for fifteen minutes. As soon as he got the time started, the whole team flipped onto their stomachs and dove head-first into the butt of their human chain neighbour. With the mental training continuing nonstop in the heads, their tongues immediately went to work slurping and probing the ass crack and hole in front of them, again all in sync with each other and their mental recital. When the fifteen minutes were up, the team would switch from the ass licking right back around to another 45 minutes of cock sucking again, only this time rotated around to the other direction.

When the game was finally over, the playing team would pack up without changing and get back onto the bus still in their full gear. The serving team has already disentangled themselves from their suck circle, put back on their jocks and were waiting for the return of their playing team partners. Similarly, Corey was back in the driver seat again and all tidied back up, although he would ignore the lingering feeling of wetness on his feet after soaking them in his own spit for the past few hours.

As soon as the baseball team boarded the bus, door closed, and Corey got everyone back on the road home again, the soccer guys wasted no time to get with their task at serving their baseball partners. First, they helped the baseball players strip off their sweaty and dirty uniform, all the way down to leaving nothing on but just their socks. Then, the soccer guys went about licking their partners clean, starting the face and working their way down. The players just leaned back in their seats to relax, while their servers straddled and scrambled around them to try and clean every inch of their bodies from the sweat of the game. One could imagine that it was quite a tricky act and a workout on its own for the cleaning guys, given the tight space in the bus and trying to maintain balance in the moving cabin as well. But the guys were unquestioningly dedicated to their task, determined to lick off every drop of sweat and grime from the player’s body: from the head down to the neck and shoulders, the arms and sucking on each finger, then the pecs, abs and back, and then down to the legs. Along the way, they spent extra time and effort in the armpits, butt crack and crotch, making sure to thoroughly wipe clean these sweatiest spots with their tongues and lips. After all of these areas have been sufficiently cleaned, the guys can move on (or down rather) to the players’ feet. Starting with a deep sniffing session those sweaty socked feet, once they were confident that the sweat and stench have been properly sucked dry from the socks, the serving soccer guys can then pull off those dirty blue baseball socks and go to town on those sore players feet. Despite also feeling sore on their jaws and raw on their tongues and lips by now, the guys continued to push through their serving duties by worshiping every inch of their player’s feet, from top to bottom, ankle to each toe, and every nooks and crannies in between, making sure they catch every patch of sweat, sock lint, dirt and toe jam that they could find with their mouth. Just to feet cleaning process alone could easily take most guys at least 30 to 45 minutes to complete, so it can get a bit stressful on shorter bus trips.

While this is ongoing throughout the bus, the staffers can relax quietly at the back on this occasion. Because they were not needed to massage and clean their players in these circumstances, they can sit back and rest with their partners, sweaty socked feet firmly pressed on each other’s face for the entire trip home, completely oblivious to the tongue-cleaning orgy happening around them.

At last, when that last bit was complete as well, the soccer guys can move back to their seats facing their baseball players and settle back to nursing on their cock again. They would remained as such until they get back, by which time Corey, like on their earlier trip out, would call out in advance so the players can all unleash their loads, and bladder, down their servers’ throats, and then get dressed back in their casual clothes just in time for the bus to pull into their school’s parking lot. Once they stepped off the bus again, everyone would go back to their regular live again, leaving no trace at all of what was happening on that touring bus of theirs.

On longer out of town trips where they would need to stay overnight, the group would head straight back to their hotel right after the game. The team would be split into three to four players per room, that is, together with their serving team partners, a total of six to eight guys crammed into the room. In accordance with Neil’s suggestions for them to relax after the game and to avoid themselves getting into trouble as potential drunk and rowdy young men, everyone was to rush to the hotel after the game and stay there for the rest of the time until departure the next day.

As soon as the guys pile into their assigned rooms, they quickly dumped their bags in a corner, wasted no time in stripping off all of their clothes and then hopped onto bed with their partners to begin the long, meticulous process of cleaning each other off with their mouths. Starting from their feet and working up to the head, the guys would need to spend at least 30 minutes in each of the dirtiest body parts (feet, ass, armpits, crotch), and some more for the rest, to ensure that they were thoroughly cleaned of the day’s sweat, stink and dirt. By the time the guys were done cleaning each other, the sun would already be setting outside and Corey, who would stay with a different staffer pair every night on the trip, would order takeout pizza for everyone. He would go to the lobby to pick them up and distribute them to each room.

An hour was allocated for dinner, during which time the guys can break away from the “team routines” and have some free time in the room to watch some TV, check their phones, surf the net, etc (all in the nude of course, and all of them oblivious to it). There’s water available, but if they want anything else to drink, the only other option would be the “warm beer” straight from their roommates’ “tap”. Promptly at the hour mark, Corey would call up each of the other rooms and tell them: “it’s time to relax and bond together for Neil.” As soon as they heard the line, the guy would drop whatever they were doing, shut off everything, including the lights, and pushed the beds together. In the dark room, everyone would climb onto the combined bed and form a circle together to begin the usual bonding routine. Feeling their way in the darkness, they would find the crotch of their random roommate and begin their circle suck while mentally reciting once again the reinforcement mantra in their heads. Similar to the serving team waiting on the bus, the groups in each room were to suck each other for 30 minutes, cum, swallow, then switch to eating ass for another 30 minutes. After that, they would turn around to suck the guys in the other direction for 30 minutes, then eat that ass for 30 minutes, then switch around again, so on and so forth...alternating between one another’s ass and dick nonstop until the stroke of midnight. At that time, the guys would quickly regroup with their opposite team partner and settle in for the night in a 69 position with their dicks as pacifiers to ensure them as peaceful sleep through the night.

It was a few weeks later, another quiet uneventful evening at the Hadids house. Recently, Zaid was starting to enjoy staying home more often and spending more quality time with his dad.

“So how is your soccer season so far, son?” asked Omar.

“It’s been pretty good so far,” said Zaid. “We’ve played two home games and a game at St. Mike’s College last week, and we’ve been winning them all! We’ re ranked in second right now in our division. There’s another game coming up this weekend against Centennial. Those guys are a strong team, but we’re pretty confident we’ll play well.”

“You know what,” Omar replied. “As much as we had our beef with Neil next door and how he tried to ruin our lives before, I’ve got to it that he has done wonders in helping your team out. It was the same with my company, everyone is so dedicated to the firm nowadays and there is such a positive morale that I’ve never seen before in the office.”

“Mmm...I think you’re right, Baba. I’ve got to confess again that I did screw up back then and got you dragged into the mess when Neil made our lives real miserable for a while. But ever since he starting taking care of our soccer team, there’s no denying that our team has become much stronger than before. Not only are we more focused on our games, but everyone plays so well together as a team, like we’re all a single unit blasting our way through. Neil is just amazing! Best of all....mmm...uhh...he kept his promise and finally freed us from the miserable torture that he was putting us through!”

“Oh yeahhh...mmm yes, my son! Those were some dark days that I hope Neil would never make us go back to again. I’m so glad that...uhh...that we’re finally able to some normal lives and not have to suffer miserably like before. Oh yeah...mmm...OMG....ohh... yes...Neil is so greaaattt...ohhh uh uh...oh god...arghhh!!!”

Zaid wasn’t able to answer to his dad as his mouth was occupied at catching the load that Omar has just shot, which he happily swallowed. Soon after, the young man returned the favour and shot his latest load down his father’s throat, who also dutifully swallowed right away. The orgasm (third of the night) was a good break point for their conversation, as the chatting was breaking up the pace of their nightly sucking routine. The Hadids were grateful that they were finally able to return to their “normal” lives, so they need to make the most of every moment of it, and not let anything interrupt this “pleasant normalcy”, even unnecessary chatting. Never missing a beat, right after their orgasms, the pair quieted down and redoubled their focus on working on each other’s cocks until bedtime, as it has always been as part of their normal routine...

Looking at the live CCTV footage of the Hadids’ bedroom from the large family room TV in his house, or rather the Stantons house, Neil laughed at the conversation that his neighbours just had. For sure, Neil was a man of his words, so he stood by his promise to relieve Zaid and Omar from their misery once he had taken over the soccer team. Although Zaid was too naive to believe that and didn’t realize that Neil would actually only put them out of their misery mentally, he never said anything about the physical part. But it didn’t matter anymore, Zaid wouldn’t have been able to stop him anyway, and now they wouldn’t realize anything was out of place either. The Hadids simply settled into the “new normal life” that Neil has established for them, even though nothing has changed, and they suddenly couldn’t be more grateful about it than ever.

Around the living room, Bob had invited Pablo over for dinner earlier so now they were on the floor under Neil’s feet, with faces buried in each other’s sweaty socked feet. Similarly, Dave’s skater buddies Fred and Jo dropped by as well, and so the three of them were locked in a triangle in the far corner of the living room getting high on each other’s stinking feet. And as usual, older brothers Rob and Jake were just busy licking each other clean on the floor as well.

Life couldn’t be getting any better for Neil. As he looked at the piles of bodies squirming on the floor around him, all he could think of was: “Who’s next...?”