The game of truth or dare had begun tamely enough, the drink flowed and the group were having a raucous time. “Josh, your turn!” Directed Dave, handing his son a shot. Josh dutifully downed it and awaited his fate, he’d picked truth last time so had to do a dare.
Faint whispering among the older men died down as a chubby bald guy, missing his shirt due to a previous dare, spoke. “We dare you to remove Reece’s socks using only your teeth then sniff his toes!” He revealed, smiling widely at the two teens.
Reece shifted uncomfortably “eugh! No, what the fuck?” he drunkenly protested. Josh joined the disgusted reply, his however being a feigned cover for his inner glee. “Gross, you guys are freaky!”.
Dave playfully slapped his son on the back. “Now, now… a dare is a dare boys. Things have to get gradually harder!” He jested.
Josh turned to his best friend and sighed “he’s right mate, let’s just get it over with.” Reece pulled a confused face, then nodded adding “we will get our own back!”. Josh shifted positioning himself at the end of the lounger and Reece stretched out his muscular legs.
A palpable sense of anticipation fell over the crowd, several of the men standing or moving to get a better view. Josh’s face paused close to his chav mates feet, he admired the slight discolouration and the way the moistened red socks hung tightly to each toe, highlighting their form. Again being careful not to give away his true delight at the situation, he moved closer. His nose pressed against Reece’s sole, he gave a long sniff using the guise of being repulsed. Reece’s post-football musk filled Josh’s nostrils, delighting him with the arrogant straight lads smell. “Fucking hell mate, your feet stink!” He joked, his dick twitching as it hardened in his sweatpants.
“Sorry mate! Just get it over with!” Replied a self conscious Reece, shutting his eyes. The gathered men salivated at the sight and several shifted uncomfortably trying to rearrange their errections in their pants without being noticed.
Josh opened his mouth and began, his tongue and lips trying to free the fabric. It was hard work, allowing Josh ample opportunity to enjoy the warmth and taste of his mate. The tickling of Josh’s efforts furthered Reece’s unease and his eyes squeezed even more tightly shut as he squirmed on the chair. Josh noticed this, allowing one of his hands to gently massage his aching cock through his pants as he worked on his friend’s socks. With considerable effort, and dreamlike enthusiasm Josh finally pulled the sock free with his teeth.
The crowd clapped and cheered as Reece’s bare foot was revealed. Despite his sports the skin was perfectly smooth, and each long toe was beautiful. Reece opened his eyes briefly looking down at his mate still with his sock between his teeth. Josh passed the sock backwards to the fat guy who had issued the dare, “halfway” he said meeting Reece’s gaze as he brushed some fluff from between the chavs perfect toes.
Dave interjected “Fucking he’ll Josh that took an age, I could do it quicker.” Josh clapped back quickly “it’s fucking hard! Bet you can’t!.” Dave pushed his son aside and took his place at Reece’s feet. Before the chav could begin to complain, Dave got to work, enjoying his turn just as much as his son. The sock Josh had freed with great effort was now being passed gleefully between the older men. Each of them hungrily enjoying the boys sweaty smell causing a predictable hardening in their pants. Most of them had enjoyed his aroma from a posted prize sent by Dave but having it fresh from the source was something else.
Dave used his mouth masterfully and soon slipped the second sock off, revealing Reece’s other sexy foot. Reece watched as his mates dad stood up in triumph and threw the sock into the crowd of blokes, who stopped their horny pass the parcel at the realisation they were now being seen.
Reece wasn’t sure but he swore he saw Dave tuck a boner under his waistband. Surely not? The group sat down again, Reece realising it appeared they weren’t giving his socks back. Dave, ever the host, regained the games flow. Passing Reece a shot and smiling “your turn lad, and needs to be a dare this time!”.
Reece swallowed down the shot and realising he was quite drunk. The same hushed discussion as before crept through the group before a greying skinny man spoke. “Did I tell you me and Dave used to be in the scouts?” He started, rhetorically. “Well, I dare you, Reece, to try break out of some of our knots in less than 5 minutes!”. Reece laughed in response, glad his dare hadn’t included anything like Josh’s. “Sure, ahah, I will give it a go”.
Dave and Josh cleared the drinks table, and Reece (somewhat drunkenly) staggered over, the cold stone tiles reminding him he was still barefoot. “Tied to the table? I thought you meant like just my wrists or summer’t?” He asked. Dave chuckled “no way that’s far too easy for an estate lad like you… probably been handcuffed by the police loads!” He smiled. Reece, relaxed by the jokes and drink, just gave Dave the middle finger and climbed onto the table without complaint.
Josh then returned from the shed with some lengths of rope, allowing Dave and his fellow scout (John) to begin. Deftly, as though they did this a lot, the two men secured Reece’s wrists and ankles to each of the table legs. Secured tightly Reece gave his bonds a trial tug, they were much tighter than he imagined… surely they couldn’t expect him to actually get free. Reece noticed Josh was now holding a pair of scissors and felt relieved - if they couldn’t untie him he’d be cut free he concluded.
The old guys gathered around the bound chav lad, drinks in hand. It was then that Dave spoke: “Gents, thank you all for coming. I’m glad we have been able to explore our shared interests. Now time for the entertainment!” He raised his glass and the crowd followed suit, toasting their host.
A puzzled look came over Reece’s face. Entertainment? How entertaining could it possibly be to watch someone try, and most likely fail, to escape being tied up. Reece suddenly noticed his dick was semi-hard, a surprise realisation. He’d always liked being the centre of attention, but being watched by old guys? Nah. Reece was however, unaware of the viagra Dave had been slipping into his drinks during the evening. Worried someone might notice his massive pole waking up he asked “can we get on with this please!”. The sooner 5 mins were up and he was released the better.
Dave shot him a discomforting smile and replied, “he’s eager to start guys, let’s begin”. He produced a basket from beneath the table and placed it on a chair beside the table, instructing the guys to help themselves - which they greedily did. Reece’s growing sense of concern grew rapidly when he noticed what they were scrambling to get their hands on. The basket was full of socks and boxer shorts, more specifically Reece’s missing worn socks and boxers. Many of the men were now enjoying their prizes, sniffing them as they returned to the restrained scally. Reece’s confusion and fear bubbled over into anger and he shouted and cursed whilst pulling at his tight bonds. His strong complaints became muffled as one of the group stuffed the sock he had been carrying into Reece’s mouth.
Dave turned to the fat dare setter from earlier who was setting up a camera tripod. “Live stream ready?” He enquired. “All good” came the reply. With that Dave nodded at his son and Josh approached the table. He met Reece’s pleading eyes but was unmoved. Reece squirmed as he watched his good friend take the scissors and cut his shirt off. The assembled crowd speaking admiringly at the muscled twinky frame now on show. Reece’s eyes grew wide and his “mmmph’s” of muffled terror grew as he watched several of the guys pull out their rock hard cocks and start to wank as they watched.
Josh squeezed his mates pecs and gently felt his way down towards Reece’s waistband. The tied chav prey strained and thrashed upon the table in desperation. Josh, harder and hornier than ever, did what he’d imagined doing time and time again - he pulled Reece’s shorts and underwear down.
The amazed gang were hypnotised at the sight before them. Reece’s hung thick dick sat, ever so slightly hard, against his thigh. Quite how his shorts had contained the monster was baffling. As if not perfect enough the chav also possessed a pair of massive balls, a truly beautiful specimen. He knew it as well, his pubic hair was neatly trimmed and his sack perfectly smooth.
The fat bald man (Ken) approached the end of the table, and began to explore Reece’s restrained sole. The pervert seemed to delight in Reece’s squirming and muffled expressions of disgust. John, feeling he was missing out, began sucking the toes of Reece’s other foot, enjoying the salty flavour.
Reece’s attention suddenly shifted to his exposed manhood. Straining his neck to look, he saw Dave grasp and lift the weighty shaft. Reece was straight as they come, and had never had a man touch his cock. But as his best mates dad slowly jacked him, exposing his moist head, he was uncontrollably getting hard. Dave noticed and said “ah don’t worry Reece, some of this will be the viagra I’ve been slipping you all night.” Giving Reece a sly wink, and cupping the scally lads balls with his free hand.
Looking past Dave Reece saw a new perversion. He writhed in disgust as Ken started rubbing his short chode of a dick against the saliva slickened sole of his foot. The dirty fat guy let out a loud moan as he pushed his exposed bellend between Reece’s toes. Assaulted from all angles Reece couldn’t dwell on that, the warmth of Josh’s mouth gently kissing, sucking and dribbling on his cock head was now his main focus.
With Reece now fully errect, Josh reluctantly pulled his mouth away. Dave grasped the impressive cock again, using the saliva as perfect lube. “Time to see how much this scally slut can spunk” he announced, quickening his pace up and down the rock hard dick.
