Hey everybody! Got a new story I cranked out in the last few days. It's a little darker and weirder and it's not my usual thing, but I think there are some folks who will be into it. Enjoy!
The Chucks Take Revenge
Thunder boomed in the distance as Zach kicked his work boots off and threw his keys on the counter. Grateful to be home before the storm hit, he followed his usual routine for a workday and walked straight to the fridge. He cracked his first beer and had a third of it gone before he sat down on the filthy old recliner in his apartment and flicked the TV on.
It was Friday night and he didn’t have anywhere to be or anything to do. He hadn’t ever since his girlfriend had kicked him out 6 months ago. Becky had been smarter, richer, hotter, and kinder than he deserved, and part of him knew it. He shook the thoughts of his ex out of his mind and downed the rest of the beer can with a gulp. Besides, he thought as he cracked his second can, his favorite thing about Becky had been her shoes and he still had those.
Zach had an overwhelming fetish for women’s sneakers. He’d never told anyone about it, but it ruled his thoughts almost every waking minute of the day. His ex had been fashionable and had a few pairs he loved. He had a particular thing for Converse, and she had just bought herself a new pair of white platform hightops when she had finally dumped him. His only regret was not finding a way to trick her into keeping them on during sex.
As his mind wandered to images of pounding his curvy ex with her Chucks waving in the air, Zach felt his dick begin to strain against his pants. It was time to go get his prizes from their hiding spot, he decided. With another swig of beer, he stood and walked back to the bedroom. Digging through the junk in his closet, he returned to the living room a moment later in just his t-shirt and boxers with a cardboard box. Flipping it open, he pulled out his stash of weed, followed by three pairs of shoes.
The first pair, his most recent acquisition, was the white hightop platform Chucks that Becky had gotten just before kicking him out. He’d managed to slip them into his suitcase as he packed up his stuff from her closet. They were pristine and new, like all of Becky’s shoes had been, and still had the sharp odor that all fresh Converse had out of the box. Zach hadn’t even really played with them yet, but tonight seemed as good an occasion as any.
The second pair he carefully removed were some bright red hightop Converse. They weren’t dirty, but showed plenty of signs of being frequently worn. The canvas had been softened by foot sweat, the rubber had been creased, and the insole had the imprint of a bare foot inside. He’d gotten this pair a few years ago from one of his closest friends, but she didn’t know that. Natalie had been his next door neighbor growing up and best friend all through elementary and high school. She was a tomboy and Zach had spent most of his life admiring her sneakers. After she’d gone off to college, Zach stayed home to work construction and resigned himself to jerking off to the pictures of her shoes on Instagram.
His plan to get his hands on her red sneakers had been clever, he thought. When one day he saw her post from the gym wearing a new pair, he had made a burner Instagram account and posed as another girl and DMed her asking if she ever sold her old workout gear on Poshmark. A few weeks and $30 later and she had happily sent her sneakers to “Claire”, never imagining that it was secretly her childhood best friend who planned on fucking those shoes whenever he wanted. He set the red hightops carefully on the coffee table next to the white ones.
The third and final pair in the box were, frankly, disgusting. The old pair of lowtop black Converse were barely recognizable. Even before he’d gotten his hands on them, they had been worn to within an inch of their life. The canvas was faded and torn in places. The laces were grayish and brown from dirt. The rubber was cracked with age and use, and much of the previously white parts on the shoe had been doodled with pencil and permanent marker. They had once belonged to Zach’s older stepsister Emily during her emo phase. She had worn these sneakers every day for years, going to football games and school dances when she was younger, and punk concerts in filthy dive bars as she’d gotten older.
Zach had found the nasty old pair under the back seat of her car when he borrowed it one day in high school, nearly 10 years ago, and had squirreled them away into his closet. Only once since then had he heard Emily lament the loss of her old sneakers, but she had moved on to other newer pairs without much thought. They had been Zach’s prized possession, and the first pair of women’s shoes he’d ever gotten his hands on. He ran his hands over the soles, so worn and smooth that barely any tread remained. He had jerked off with these shoes more times than he could count in the last 10 years, and the smell from those sneakers was rank with equal parts sweat and old cum.
Admiring the trophies of his depravity, Zach sat back in the recliner and lit up a joint. He planned to spend the rest of the night fucking those shoes and watching TV, so he figured he would take it slow. Thunder crashed again outside and the lights flickered. Zach swore under his breath. Losing power tonight would ruin his plans. Taking another hit from his joint, he got up and dug through the kitchen cabinet to find his flashlight and emergency candles just in case.
Once the candles were lit he grabbed all three pairs of sneakers and settled back into his chair. It was a little romantic, he thought to himself with a chuckle. Deciding he would save the new white pair for the end, he grabbed the red Chucks and pressed them to his face, inhaling deeply. The scent filled his nostrils and his head swirled with pleasure. As he rubbed the soles of the red shoes across his face, his mind swirled with fantasies about the owners of all three pairs. His cock throbbed and slipped through the front of his boxers of its own volition.
“How convenient”, Zach said aloud, wrapping his right hand around his shaft. He gave a few good pumps to be sure he was ready, before grabbing the ratty old lowtops.
“You know the drill,” he said to the poor black shoes, before shoving the left sneaker down onto his cock. The canvas was so worn and soft at this point that it fit him like a glove. He had to maneuver it a little to cup his balls in the heel, but when he was done the black Chuck stood up from his lap like a flagpole.
For the next hour or two, Zach sat in his recliner smoking weed, drinking beer, watching TV, and fucking the sneaker on his dick. Every time he’d bring himself right to the edge, he would stop and focus back on the TV. He didn’t want to blow his load just yet, and he knew that the longer it built, the harder he would shoot his load into the worn out old sneakers.
When the time finally came, he perched the other shoes on the arms of the chair and gripped the sneaker on his dick with both hands. The recliner shook with the force of him fucking the shoe with all his might. He imagined the looks on the faces of the owners of the shoes if they could see him, and with a final gurgling cry he let loose a torrent of cum into the black Chuck. Pump after pump of spunk sprayed the inside of the toe and flowed down into the heel. Zach nearly cried with pleasure as his body spasmed.
Without warning, an especially loud crack of thunder tore through the room. It sounded like an explosion directly over his head. The lights and the television immediately went dark as all the power in the neighborhood died.
The shock of the sudden sound sent Zach off balance as the chair began to tip backward. The shoes spilled onto the floor and the poor black sneaker flew off his cock and into the air as Zach tumbled backward. His head hit the hard floor of the kitchen behind him with a crack and the world around him, still dimly lit by the candles, went black.
The room was silent. Nothing moved except the shadows from the flickering candlelight that illuminated an unconscious Zach sprawled on the floor. Three pairs of Converse littered the floor around him, the dirtiest black lowtop sneaker slowly oozing cum onto the carpet.
The first thing Zach was aware of as he regained consciousness was how bad his head hurt. He didn’t know how long he’d been out, but it was still dark and the wind was still loud outside the windows. The candles were still burning brightly as he cracked his eyes open so he assumed it had only been an hour or two. With a groan he began to move, trying to extricate himself from the old recliner when he saw something that made him freeze.
“Oh look! You’re finally awake.” came a voice from the darkness. In his living room were three women who hadn’t been there before the accident. He blinked the fog from his eyes. He was certain he had never seen these three before. He opened his mouth to ask what they were doing in his apartment but the words never came.
“Shhhh, don’t you worry.” Came a different voice. “Everything is fine.” It reassured him. Its owner stepped into the candlelight. She was thin with light blonde hair and wide pretty eyes, skinny but with a big rack. Her hair was neat and fell just to her shoulders. She was wearing a pale pink cardigan loosely over a white tanktop and a short frilly white skirt. It was a style Zach had seen many times before on “influencers” on Instagram. As she stepped forward the light shone on her feet and Zach saw that she was wearing the platform white hightops that had belonged to Becky.
“You hit your head pretty hard there,” came a third voice. “No need to speak, we’ll take care of you.” it said. Zach once again found himself unable to make out words. The owner of this voice was a tall woman with long, fiery red hair pulled into a ponytail. She wore a baggy red flannel shirt unbuttoned over a black sports bra and black bicycle shorts. She looked like a girl who spent all her spare time at the gym. Her abs were toned, her shoulders and arms were bigger than Zach’s, and her butt and legs looked like they could squat a truck, while still being feminine and sexy. As she knelt to look at him, Zach saw that she was wearing white tube socks and the red hightops he’d tricked Natalie into selling him.
“He’s fine,” the first voice said briskly. It was raspier and a little deeper than the other two. This woman was harder to see as she blended into the shadow. She finally stepped forward to stand next to where Zach lay on the ground. As she took a long drag of a cigarette Zach was able to get a good look at her. This girl was a certified punk. Her hair was jet black, cut short with an undercut and a few old streaks of unkempt dyed colors. Silver piercings in her eyebrows, nose, and lip shone in the candlelight. Her eyes were dark and ringed with heavy eyeliner that had smeared a little. Tattoos ran up her arms and across her shoulders, visible under the black tanktop with the name of a metal band Zach didn’t recognize on it that she was wearing. She was rail thin and looked like she had been partying hard for years. Her black jean shorts were ripped and fraying, as were her knee-high black socks. It came as little surprise to Zach to see that she was wearing the beat up old black lowtops he had been fucking just before. His wet cum still oozed from the left sneaker.
“Come here and sit,” the blonde said sweetly but firmly. Zach finally removed himself from the chair on the floor and felt himself move automatically to the couch. The three women stood before him.
“Hmmm you’ve been especially naughty,” the redhead said, shaking her head. The punk woman scoffed.
“You steal your friends shoes and get off with them without them even knowing?” the blonde chided. “How awful. Don’t you think they miss their favorite sneakers?” She wiggled her foot in the white higtop.
“You’re a fucking pervert, is what you are.” The punk girl chimed in, stepping her left foot onto the coffee table where Zach could see it. With one finger she swiped up a glob of his cum that had oozed out of one of the eyelets. Looking him square in the eye, she wiped the finger on her tongue.
“It’s true, you’ve been particularly rough with some of your poor shoes,” the blonde chimed in, “but if that’s what you’re into then I think the three of us can certainly help.” Her fingers traced up her thighs and body and her hips swayed. Zach’s cock was already out from before, and he felt it begin to swell.
“You’re not going to argue,” said the redhead, firmly.
“And you’re not going to fucking resist,” demanded the punk.
“We think it’s your turn to be the mindless sex object.” said the blonde sensually. Zach’s eyes widened, but in that moment he felt the helplessness wash over him. His whole body understood that it couldn’t do anything these women didn’t want.
“Let’s see this little guy get hard then,” the blonde purred, leaning forward and gently stroking Zach’s rapidly swelling member. “That’s it, it’s no fun to play with a limp toy.”
The blonde sat back onto the coffee table and brought her feet up into view. She placed them in Zach’s lap so that the sole of one of the white sneakers was just barely touching the underside of his cock. Instinctively he started to reach for the shoe, his hips starting to thrust to make more solid contact with the rubber sole with his dick.
“Hey! No!” the blonde barked at him, as though she were commanding a dog. She flicked her foot and smacked Zach’s dick hard with the platform Chuck. Zach felt his body go limp and immobile. It hadn’t hurt when she had thwacked his cock. Even worse, it had felt wonderful. The light brushing was starting to become tortuous and he could already feel his body screaming for real contact with his shaft.
“Mmmm let’s just leave it right like this.” the blonde said slyly, keeping a feather-like touch on Zach’s penis. “No reason we can’t have a little fun amongst ourselves, right?” she said to the other two girls.
With an evil smile the redhead moved in and lowered her face to the blonde’s. Their lips met and their tongues intertwined. Zach felt his dick pulse hard, desperate for real touch.
“Oh he likes that,” the punk sneered. Reaching down she grabbed a handful of the blonde’s tits and began to squeeze and massage. The blonde moaned in response. She tapped sole of her Converse against Zach’s rod again and he whimpered.
“Wait, we can’t forget the best part!” the blonde said suddenly, pulling away from the redhead’s lips. Reaching behind her she felt around until her fingers found Zach’s phone. She handed it to the punk while the redhead moved down and began kissing her neck.
“Look at me,” the punk demanded forcefully. Zach had no choice but to comply. The lock screen of his phone glowed in the dim room as the punk held it up for his face to unlock.
“Now say cheese!” the punk said, dripping with sarcasm. She snapped a photo of Zach on the couch.
“We need something to remember tonight by.” the blonde said. The redhead had also begun kneading her other breast, gradually pulling the blonde’s shirt up to expose the pale smooth mound and the perky nipple.
The punk handed the phone back to the blonde and dove in to her other breast. Zach watched helplessly as the redhead kissed her neck and squeezed her left tit while the punk started sucking her right breast and sliding her hand into the blonde’s crotch. The two girls on the sides where kneeling so that their shoes were always visible in the dim candlelight. It was the hottest sight Zach had ever seen, and yet he was still unable to get any kind of satisfaction. The sole of the blonde’s white platform All Star still only barely brushed the underside of his shaft. He felt the precum dripping from the tip and sliding down to his balls.
“Enjoying the view?” the blonde asked, holding up the phone and snapping another photo. “You’ve waited so long to play with me before, I figured you could wait a little longer.” The punk girl had worked her fingers up under the blonde’s skirt and Zach could see them disappearing inside the blonde’s dripping pussy.
For what felt like an eternity Zach watched as the three women kissed and licked and fingered and groped at each other. Sometimes the redhead and the punk would focus all their efforts on the blonde, other times the blonde just watched as they made out passionately, their bodies pressing together and intertwining. All the while, Zach’s cock throbbed with desperation. He felt dizzy and wild, like a caged animal. He thought he was going to go fully insane with the need to fuck something, anything. The blonde expertly kept one foot tantalizingly close the entire time. He didn’t know how long it had been when the blonde finally regarded him again.
“What do you think, girls, is it time?” She asked.
“Fuck no, make him suffer,” the punk spat at him.
“She’s been around a lot longer than you,” the redhead said softly to the blonde, nodding toward the punk. “So she’s got a little more anger built up. I’m ready for my turn though.” she added with an evil grin.
“Hmm, yes I think it’s time. You may use your hands now.” the blonde commanded. Zach felt life flow into his fingers again. He didn’t even care that the blonde was holding up his phone. He grabbed the platform white Converse with both hands and ground his cock into the bottom of it. He nearly cried with relief as he rubbed his dick on the rubber diamond pattern as hard as he could. The bottom of the sneaker was instantly slick with precum.
It didn’t take more than 10 seconds before he let out a strangled moan. He felt the cum well up inside him and rocket out harder than it ever had in his life. The sole of the sneaker splattered with white.
“Oooooh look at that!” the blonde said gleefully. She pressed the sole harder into Zach’s cock and pinned it against his stomach. Jizz continued to spray out. It splattered his chest and one glob caught him on the cheek, but Zach was too deliriously horny to care. He was barely even aware of the flashes of his phone camera as it went off again and again, capturing the whole event.
“Alright, that was nice but now let’s have some real fun,” said the redhead as Zach’s chest heaved and his dick slowly deflated. “Get your ass on the floor.” She commanded, “and get those clothes off.” Zach felt his body immediately comply, but his head was still too fuzzy to understand.
“You like to worship me, huh? Well now’s your chance.” The redhead said as she loomed over where he lay flat on the rug. “Start licking, loser.” She lifted one of her feet in the red hightops and pressed the chuck roughly against his face. It smooshed his nose and cheek and jammed his lips against his teeth.
Zach truly didn’t know if he did so willingly or not, but he began to lick the sole of the sneaker. The rubber was dry and dirty. He could smell the years it had spent on gym floors. The taste was bitter and it hurt his tongue but he devoured the sole like a starving man.
“Pull up a seat, ladies, watch the show.” the redhead boasted to her friends. Zach couldn’t see the blonde or the punk, but he soon felt the heels of their shoes impact his body where they used him like a footstool.
“That’s right, get every inch of my rubber.” The redhead ordered, grinding the shoe onto his face even harder. Zach worshiped as furiously as he could. He could already feel a fat lip forming but he didn’t care.
“Get the sides too,” the redhead chimed in, turning her foot so he could lick the sides. He slurped at the rubber sidewalls and wrapped his lips around the toe. He sucked the toecap like a baby and he heard the girls laughing at him.
“Don’t forget to sniff them, loser,” the punk commanded, and he felt the toe of another Chuck dig hard into his ribs. He buried his nose into the red canvas of the hightop on his face and inhaled deeply. They still smelled like sweat and stinky foot, but had been dulled by the years in storage.
“Get the heel next,” the blonde chimed in, and he felt her chunky platform grind painfully into the skin on his chest. The punk and the blonde’s shoes were pulling at his body hair and irritating his skin, but the feeling of the rubber was still starting to turn him on. Despite the earthshattering orgasm he’d just had, he felt his penis start to twitch and swell again.
When the redhead had roughly shoved every inch of one of her red Chucks over his face, she switched sides. It was only a brief respite where Zach could take a few deep breaths before the other sneaker was jammed against his face. His mouth was dry but he didn’t have the choice to stop. As he licked and sucked and sniffed and worshiped the other red hightop he felt the other women grinding their shoes onto him roughly. Occasionally one would jab his ribs and make him jump. Once while he was taking a deep sniff of red canvas he felt one of them stomp his chest hard, driving all the wind out of him. As he gasped for air he had no choice but to breathe in a lung full of sweaty shoe scent. His nose squished and his face distorted as the redhead stepped on it harder with each passing minute.
“Go ahead and leave a few marks, girls,” the redhead suggested with a malicious laugh. Almost immediately Zach felt a hard blow to his stomach. His whole body flinched in response but he couldn’t move due to the red sneaker pinning his face down. Another stomp impacted his chest and made him cough and splutter. Over and over he felt the girls kick and stomp him, never enough to cause injury, but enough to hurt.
“Not so fun to be used and abused, is it?” the redhead sneered at him, twisting her foot and grinding his face. With a groan he felt the sole of a shoe press down hard onto his cock. Despite the pain he was rock hard and the pressure only made it worse.
“Alright girls, time to switch,” the redhead finally said, admiring the work he’d done on her sneakers. Zach felt the shoe leave his face and he once again gasped for air. It was short lived, however, as his view was soon blocked by four sneaker soles. Both the blonde and the punk, sitting in chairs next to him, pressed their feet onto his face, smothering him completely.
THWACK. He felt one of the redhead’s sneaker smack across his stomach. He moaned through the mask of shoes pressing on his face.
THWACK. He felt another hit his thigh.
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, again and again the sole of a red hightop hit his skin, stinging the areas already sensitive from the stomps he’d received earlier.
“There you go, something to remember me by,” the redhead’s voice came muffled by the face shoes that continued to grind his cheeks and lips and nose and forehead.
“And now to take care of this.” she added. Zach heard movement and felt both sneakers press in to either side of his cock. She had squeezed it between her insteps as hard as she could. Zach groaned into the filthy soles of the punk’s black lowtops. It hurt his dick but made him want to cum all the same.
“That’s right, fuck me,” the redhead ordered as Zach thrust his hips. The redhead began moving the shoes up and down his cock forcefully in time with his thrusts. He heard the blonde cheering encouragement as the red hightops milked his cock.
“Blast me, loser, I want your fucking cum,” the redhead ordered. Zach’s back arched and he felt his second load, not much smaller than the first, begin blasting into the air like a fountain. He couldn’t see what was happening but he felt the shoes on his cock become slick with cum as they continued to crush his member and pump up and down.
“Alright, you had your fun,” the punk sneered, pulling her feet away. The blonde removed her shoes from his face as well. Zach groaned as he started to feel the ache of the beating he had received. When he looked down his chest, stomach, and thighs were beet red, and covered in welts that showed the unmistakable diamond pattern of a Converse sole. His face was also swelling and he thought he felt a black eye forming.
“Get up on the table, fucker,” the punk ordered, dragging him roughly up from the ground. She forced him onto the coffee table on all fours.
“You’ve been fucking me for years, asshole, shoving your cock in me and cumming in me day in and day out like the pervert you are.” the punk jeered as she unbuckled her belt an undid the button of her shorts. “Well let’s see how you like it.” She flipped open the ripped black shorts to reveal a huge black strapon dildo hanging between her legs. Zach’s eyes bulged in fear but he couldn’t protest.
His mind swirled at what she had said. He had never met this girl before, never seen her even, much less fucked her. The only thing he stuck his dick in regularly were those filthy black lowtops.
He didn’t get the chance to complete that though when the black dildo was shoved roughly in his face. The blonde reached out and grabbed his cheeks, forcing his mouth open to allow the dense rubber dick to force its way inside. He gagged almost immediately.
“Hey, no puking, fucker,” the punk commanded, “you’ve made enough of a mess of my canvas to last a lifetime.” Zach’s gag reflex continued, but the feeling of nearly puking immediately subsided as the dildo forced its way deeper down his throat. His jaw ached and he choked and coughed but the punk continued to force it down. When the denim of her shorts was finally pressed against Zach’s face she finally pulled it back and began to thrust. Zach’s throat stretched and felt like it would rip open. His eyes welled with tears as the punk facefucked him.
“Not so fun, is it,” he heard the redhead jeer at him as he tried to focus on breathing through his nose.
“Oh this is just the warmup.” the punk replied with an evil look in her eye. “But get a picture of this anyway, it’s a good look for him.”
Zach heard the click of his phone camera and the rubber dick was roughly yanked out of his mouth. He spluttered and coughed and gasped for air, still gagging.
“No, one more lesson is in order.” the punk said softly as she worked her way around the table, her black dildo wagging between her legs. “Now just relax and let it happen, bitch.”
Zach knew what was coming, but also knew there was no way to avoid it. Still, he wasn’t prepared for the feeling of the strapon pressing into his asshole and forcing its way inside. He did his best to relax as commanded but he still cried out from the pain. The punk’s hands wrapped around his hips as she began to pound his hole mercilessly. She put a foot up on the table for leverage and Zach looked at the filthy old black lowtop sneaker, remembering how many times he had shoved his dick inside it just as roughly.
“I think he’s starting to get it!” the blonde cried out with delight. “Why don’t you clean us up a little while you work it out.” she commanded. She and the redhead were sitting on the couch directly in front of him and both raised their Chucks to his face. Thick gobs of cum still clung to both of them, dripping off the sides and smearing the soles. Zach gulped and opened his mouth as the punk continued to brutalize his asshole.
It was hard to hold still while being fucked as violently as he was, but he began to lick the cum off of the other two sneakers. It was bitter and salty, but also funky and a little sweet. He had never really tasted it before but now was trying to choke down mouthfulls.
“That’s right, clean them up. You never gave me that courtesy,” the punk spat at him as she pounded his virgin backside. His throat ached and his mind spun, but as the pain dulled he began to realize who these women were. A preppy blonde for the stylish white platforms, a redheaded tomboy for the red gym sneakers, and an angry disheveled punk for the filthy old beat up lowtops. It was a crazy idea, Zach thought, but the beating and the teasing and the ass fucking must be making him go insane.
“That’s right, fucker, this is the last time you get to use us and hide us in your closet.” The punk jeered. She fucked him harder and as the black rubber pounded against his prostate Zach couldn’t help but be rock hard again. “If you won’t give us back to our owners then we’ll have to just do this the hard way.”
As Zach licked the last drops of cum from the white and red sneakers he saw the flash of his camera go off again and again. He was getting dizzy. The shock of it all was starting to set in. He didn’t think he could hold out any longer.
“One last job, then I promise this can be over,” the blonde said as she typed on the phone. Her fingers flew over the keys. “Just hit send and that will be the end of it.” Zach couldn’t see straight. He couldn’t read the phone. The punk was still ramming the dildo into his prostate and the smell and taste of cum filled his mouth and nose. The room started to spin.
“Just hit the button, idiot,” the redhead said pleadingly. Shaking, Zach reached out toward the phone. All that would come into focus was a single button on the screen. He jammed his finger into it.
With that, the punk thrust the dildo to the hilt into his gaping asshole and Zach let out a strangled cry. The pressure on his prostate was finally too much and he began to shoot jet after jet of cum. He came harder than he had all night, despite having already done it three times. When he chanced a look down he saw that the punk had placed her foot up on the table between his legs and his spunk was coating the crusty old lowtop. After a moment she switched.
“One for old time’s sake, I guess,” she said with a shrug. Zach’s whole world swam and the room spun. He didn’t know if it was the orgasm or the pain or the fear or the confusion but his arms and legs finally gave out and he collapsed. He tipped off the coffee table and sprawled on the ground. As his vision faded into blackness he only caught one last glimpse of the three pairs of Converse, standing in front of him watching silently as he drifted away.
Zach didn’t know what time it was or where he was when he started to gain consciousness again. The blinding light as he cracked his eyelids told him it was probably morning, maybe even afternoon. He was also aware of the pain. His whole body ached. He felt like he had been in a car crash. One of his eyes was swollen and he had a fat lip. His throat ached, his ass was on fire, and his skin stung and burned.
He also became aware of a muffled sound. It quickly became louder and clearer as his brain began to work clearly again. It was a loud pounding from his door. With a groan he rolled over. The memory of the night before began to return. He looked around and saw the overturned recliner and the burnt-out candles that had been going all night. He also saw, neatly lined up in front of him, the three pairs of stolen Converse.
The women were gone. The shoes were empty. The white pair showed some slight staining from where they’d been plastered with cum the night before. The red pair looked the same as always but still shone with liquid that had soaked into the canvas. The black pair were still coated in jizz that was soaking in and beginning to dry out.
“Zach! What the fuck! I know you’re in there!” came a woman’s voice from outside the door. It was one he recognized.
“Open the fucking door!” came another voice, followed by more pounding. With another groan Zach pulled his boxers and shorts on. He was still covered in shoeprint welts.
“Zach get the fuck out here!” came a third voice. He knew that one too. He knew all of them.
Zach’s heart froze and he scrambled to find his phone. It was discarded on the rug nearby. He opened it as fast as he could. There were dozens of missed texts and calls, all from the same three people.
As dread crept over him he flipped through to his Sent messages from the night before. There was only one. It was a group chat addressed to Becky, Emily, and Natalie. It was a folder full of photos. Every one showed Zach in a different compromising position with their shoes. One showed a close up of him shoving his dick against the sole of Becky’s hightop. Another showed Natalie’s red hightops pressed against his face while he licked them. A third showed him on all fours on the coffee table, spraying cum down onto one of Emily’s old lowtops. Another showed him licking his own cum from the red and white pairs. None of them, however, showed any sign of the three women who had been in his apartment last night. Every photo was carefully zoomed and cropped. There wasn’t an ankle or leg to be seen. It only showed Zach and the incriminating sneakers.
“You took our FUCKING SHOES, you fucking PERVERT” came Natalie’s furious voice from outside the door.
He looked at the shoes lined up carefully in the living room. They had finally gotten their revenge.
Converse Story - The Chucks Take Revenge!
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