by Kyle
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It was pretty late that night when we walked out of the nightclub.
Me and my friend Seth were bouncers at this new nightclub in town. We stepped out the door and began walking towards my car (I had agreed to give Seth a ride home) which was parked on the side of the building. As soon as we stepped out in to the neon lights outside the club I heard screeching tires. All off a sudden a long black car emerged from behind us. It screeched to halt as three men jumped out of the car - each of them wearing hockey masks. One of them pulled a gun while the other two held up what looked to be metal batons of some type.
They ordered us into the back of the car. We probably could have taken these guys but we did not want to risk being shot so we complied. As we got into the back of the car two of the masked men jumped in the back seat with us. It was pretty crowded to say the least. They began wailing away on us with the metal batons yelling obscenities at us. The voices sounded familiar and then that's when I put it together, these were the punks we had kicked out of the club earlier that night.
Now it was all starting to come back to me as they relentlessly pounded away my mid-section. It had been a busy night at the club and these guys had arrived towards the end of the evening. They were dressed in normal punk attire including lots of black and leather. Pretty soon they had started harassing some of the ladies at the club. We politely asked them to leave, but they refused. Me and Seth had no choice but to kick them out using physical force. We had opened up some pretty bad cuts on all of their faces. As they stormed off they promised revenge and here they were one exercising it. I guess we just did not take it seriously hearing that kind of thing all the time from people we had thrown out.
Pretty soon we arrived at a house deep in the heart of the suburbs. It was out in the middle of nowhere to be honest. They shoved us through the front door then flipped on the lights. The room we had entered had the look of a standard living room. It had a couch and several chairs, a coffee table and a TV cabinet. They threw us each down on the couch and began tying us up with heavy rope. Seth kept on asking them why they were doing this to us. They just told us to shut up or they would kill us. I was scared to death but little did I know I would derive some pleasure form this horrifying experience.
After I was tied up I presumed they would tie Seth up as well, but they did not. Instead they took him into another room. I was left in this living room for a few minutes to collect my thoughts. I could not escape as I was tied pretty well to the chair. Soon one of the masked men emerged. He left the door ajar and sat down in a chair next to it.
"Boy you guys are really going to get it now" he yelled over. I sat back and tried to remain calm. I could only overhear what was happening in the next room so I am not sure how much of this next part is accurate. I heard one of the men tell Seth that he was going to teach us both a little respect. He told Seth to unlace his boots. There was a momentary pause and then I heard the crack of the metal baton and assumed they had hit Seth in the back of the head with it because he cried out in pain. I assume he unlaced the boots. This is what I heard him say next:
"All right now pull them off" he ordered. I assume Seth did this immediately knowing the consequences. "Now get on your hands and knees and kiss both of my feet. I heard another crack of the baton. Then I heard Seth yell he would not do it. This persisted for awhile finally culminating in I could only guess was a miserable experience for Seth. He emerged from the room five minutes later and looked terrible. They plopped him down in the chair next to mine and began tying him up although I am not sure if it was necessary. The two men who attempted to torture Seth with their stinky feet emerged. One with his boots still on and the other in dirty white socks.
"Untie him," yelled the bootless one. They cut the rope of me and shoved me into the room that held Seth moments earlier.
"You heard what I want you to do now get on hands and knees and kiss my feet and show a little respect."
I could not believe this. I was actually going to live out a fantasy of mine of worshipping another guy's feet but I was scared at the same time for my life. I did not need to be told twice. I crawled over quickly like a dog and began lapping my master's feet.
"You're a good boy, we are going to have some fun with you," yelled the guy who now had me lapping at his socked feet. Pretty soon I was ordered to remove his stinky white socks and kiss and lick his bare feet. I did it with little or no argument.
One of the men commented "You are a helluva lot smarter than that friend of yours".
In fact they had not hit me once since I entered this room. I have to admit this first time experience was intense. I was verbally humiliated while I lapped at the leader of this group's feet. Pretty soon I was forced to do the other guy's feet. Each set of feet was pretty rank as they had been in the black combat boots all night. I kissed and licked their dirty bare feet clean as another guy would try to stick his feet in my face. Finally after about forty minutes of intense worship.
The session was over. The leader took one of his dirty socks and shoved it in my mouth then with the other he secured the gag. They had done the same with Seth in the other room with another pair of their dingy socks. As we sat in our chairs dying form the smell of rank socks in our mouths and just below our nostrils the punks began lacing up their black boots. They told us that we would live since I was so cooperative, but that we better not tell the police or else we would get again. They did not have to tell us as we were to proud to admit that we had been beaten up and forced to worship the feet of a couple of thugs. They drove us back to the club and dumped us out in the back of the club and then peeled away into the night.
It was an hour or two before I finally loosened the rope on my wrists and broke free. I immediately pulled the rank socks from my nose and mouth although they did not smell to me anymore. I looked down and noticed a wet spot in my pants. I had enjoyed this somewhat, which worried me. I immediately untied Seth and we limped over to my car.
It was months before we returned to the club. Sometimes we still se those guys, each time they just sort of smile at us.
They know that we will never kick them out again.
