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I had done this so many times that I don't even worry about it anymore. I have been cruising the parks in Dallas since I was in college. It was an easy way to hook up with hot guys who were looking for the same thing I was. Before the police got wise, my hang out was Reverchon Park in the Oak Lawn area. The bushes were an excellent place for a fast blowjob. Now it was too dangerous. So I found other places to go at night. I started cruising in neighborhood parks where the police weren't around. This was fine. But it was important to let others know what I was looking for. And I found the clothing I wore would usually do the trick. I pulled up in the lot of a remote park in North Dallas around midnight. It had been really warm all day and my cock had been stiff for hours. I needed an encounter. And this place looked like it would do the trick. There were the usual soccer fields and baseball diamonds. But at the far end of the property was a row of trees with paths leading through to park benches on the other side. Surely there would be someone there, I thought to myself. I had already put on a tight athletic shirt without sleeves. I liked the way my biceps were exposed. My faded denim cutoffs covered my cock, but that was about all. It wouldn’t be hard for me to let my rod dangle down if I met someone along the trail. In the moonlight I could see my smooth muscled calves and thighs. I appeared in several bodybuilder competitions this year and decided to shave off my hair and keep my body well oiled for the judges. I liked the way it looked as I prepared for my journey into the woods. Now came the clothing that let anyone I met on the trails know what I wanted. I reached into my sports bag and pulled out a half dozen pairs of women's sandals. Most of them could pass for unusual custom-made sandals to the casual observer. But anyone who was really checking me out would know what I was wearing on my feet and that I wanted to be treated like a woman. I finally selected a pair of Bernardo thong sandals that I have had since I was in high school. The dark brown sandals have a thin T-strap running from between my big and second toe to a narrow strap crossing my instep. There is a strap that buckles around my heels, holding them snugly in place. The pancake thin soles allow me to feel the ground below me as I stroll down the park trails. My cock hardens as I stare down at my handsome feet in the feminine sandals. The pedicure I got for the body building competition make the women's sandals look even sexier. I get out of the car for the trip to the far end of the park. It is dark, but the full moon gives anyone I encounter an ample view of me. I have no doubt that I am going to score tonight. It's quiet out. I don't see anyone else as I head past the soccer field and toward the bushy area. I enter the woods and follow the dirt path. I am getting excited now. The denim material of my cutoffs rub against my bare cock, causing me to get stiffer. My sandals are slapping against my heels as I walk, making a sound that other cruisers can easily hear. But I don't find anyone there. I am disappointed, but not willing to give up. I have almost reached the park tables and benches on the other side of the wooded area now. Damn. No luck tonight. I guess I will have to try another park. Maybe tomorrow will be... "Hey Boys! What have we here?" The sudden sound of the voice startles me and I jump. I quickly turn around to face a half dozen college jocks, who apparently are using the hidden woods as a place for their beer party. "What are you doing here, Mister?" one of the football players asks as he takes another swig of his beer. "Oh, nothing," I mumble. "Just out for a stroll." One of his buddies stumbles over to see what's going on. He looks me up and down, noticing my ultra short cutoffs and smooth shaved legs. Then his eyes focus on my feet. "My sister has a pair of sandals like those," he shouts. "What are you doing wearing women's sandals? Are you some kind of sissy fag?" His words suddenly catch the attention of the rest of the beer party and they all wander over to see what is happening. I realize that I have made a terrible mistake and need to get out of here. I turn and start to walk away very quickly. But now the jocks have decided that I am the entertainment and aren't about to let me get away. I can hear them following me and break into a trot. They are closing in so I pick up the pace. I am in a full run now. I have never had to run in these sandals before. The thin thongs do little to keep the soles under my feet as I desperately try to escape. As I flee down the path deeper into the woods, the slapping sandal soles give my pursuers an easy signal to follow. Suddenly one of the heel straps comes loose and the flopping sandal sends me sprawling on the ground. I try to get up quickly, but the gang of drunk athletes is on me in an instant. They are looking for action now. And I am the main attraction. "Let's have some fun with this fag," says the ringleader. "Johnny, go to your car and get those towing chains you keep handy." Johnny quickly obliges. The rest of the gang waits anxiously to see what is going to happen. Two of the football players have now pulled my arms behind my back and are holding me tightly. The leader of the pack slowly walks around me, checking out my clothes, muscles and sandals. He laughs loudly. "Always heard about guys like you messing with our park. But you're the first one I have had a chance to see up close. I think we need to convince you not to come here again." He turns to the gang and says it is time to move into action. "Let's strip him down." By now, the college jocks can't wait to work me over. They rip the athletic shirt to shreds as they pull it from my body. The denim cutoffs are roughly pulled from my thighs and forced over my calves and sandaled feet. One of the studs reaches down to unbuckle the Bernardo sandals that had proven to be my downfall. But the ringleader stops him. "No, leave those sandals on. That will tell everyone we have a real sissy boy here." He orders the gang to pull me off the trail and farther into the wooded area. He spots a big tree that is just right for what he has in mind. "Johnny bring those chains over here. Let's get this guy properly tied up." I am now completely exposed and even though it is still warm, my smooth flesh is shivering. He roughly pushes me toward the tree. My sandals are scuffing on the ground as I try to resist, but it is no use; they are completely in control. He shoves me face first against the rough tree bark. I can feel it scraping my bare chest and knees. "Johnny, tie that chain around his wrists.” The chain links are first wrapped around my right wrist and then extended around the trunk of the tree and fastened to my left wrist. I have now been pulled tightly against the tree and chained firmly in place. All I can do is wait to see what my captors will do next. They are wandering around gulping beer as the excitement of this gay bashing party continues. The leader of the gang speaks first. "Look at those lily white ass cheeks all exposed now. Guess he was hoping to get some dick rammed up in there tonight. Why else would he be wearing those sissy sandals?" The jocks are all chuckling and egging each other on now. "Why don't we help him out?" I hear one of them say. "Why don't we ream out his ass like he wants?" Suddenly, the idea catches fire and I can hear the teenagers unbuckling their belts. Oh, My God. What's going to happen? I wanted it tonight, but not like this, not to be raped by a band of football players. But what I did or did not want no longer mattered. These guys were going to teach me a lesson. The first jock strolled up behind me and pulled my cheeks apart. "Sorry we haven’t got any grease for you, fag," he growled in my ear. "Guess you're gonna have to take my 8 inches dry." With that he crudely jammed his hard cock all the way in me. My sphincter muscle was torn by the rough entry and I cried out in agony. My sandaled feet twitched and jerked as he pressed deeper and deeper into me. "Mmmmmm, you have a really soft pussy," the cocky football player growled in my ear. "You would have made a nice bitch for some man." As he said that, he jerked a couple of more times and then exploded in me. Wave after wave of cum was spewing into my ass as he got off on this nightmare for me. He pulled out and wiped his sticky cock on my athletic shirt. "He's all yours, fellas," he said. "I got him nice and wide for you. He can take anything now." I pulled my arms trying to escape the chains. But the harsh metal links only cut deeper into my wrists. I was helpless to stop what was happening. Each of the gang members took turns with me. And each one seemed to have a bigger cock than the one before. They were splitting me open. The next jock moved in for his time in my rear end. I was still staring down at the ground as he mounted me. While I felt his huge rod shredding what was left of the inner lining of my anus, I stared at our feet. He was wearing thick-soled Sketchers sandals like all the jocks have on these days. As he jammed me, I could see my feet in the soft feminine Bernardo thong sandals involuntarily going up and down on tiptoe. His toes in the Sketchers sandals curled as he began to get off on fucking me. And as he stiffened for several seconds and then fired another hot salvo of cum farther into my butt, I found myself hardening as I looked down at our sandaled feet side by side. As much pain as I was in, I was still excited by seeing my feminine sandals twitching helplessly next to his feet in the jock sandals. By now, my bare smooth legs were completely covered with drying cum. The gang members had fired so much lava into me that it had trickled all the way down to my sandal straps. "Well, sissy boy, I guess you won't be coming to this park again," the ringleader said. "This is our turf. And you better remember it." Johnny asked if it was time to unchain me. But the leader of the group thought otherwise. "No. I don't think so. The park police will be around in the morning. They can take care of him." All of the young studs now were laughing. I could hear them gathering up their stuff to head out. But the jock who had led the attack on me wasn't through yet. "Let's have a toast to our little bitch," he said. And I could hear all of them noisily guzzling down the last of the beer. "Now, let's warm him up before we go," he said. I couldn't guess what they were going to do. And then I felt it and knew. Steady streams of hot piss were coming at me from all different directions. I tried to turn out of the way, but it was no use. The acrid smell of the urine covered my body as the jocks happily relieved their bladders on me. "Thanks for the entertainment," the ringleader said. "Anytime you want to give us some of your pussy, just slip on those pretty little sandals and come over to the college. We'll take good care of you." And as I heard them slapping hands and laughing as they walked out of the woods, I realized that my agony wasn't over. The decision to wear women's sandals into the woods had been my undoing. And chained as I was, there might be others coming along the path who will see me helpless and decide to rape me. I am horrified at the thought. And yet, as I look down, I see cum spilling out of my cock. Maybe this is what I really wanted and wasn't willing to admit. I guess I will find out tomorrow night when I return. I would welcome your thoughts about this and other stories I have written in the Fetish Section of Men On The Net. Feel free to contact me at: sandalfan@aol.com