The professor and the gypsies

A high school teacher, returning home from a night of partying, takes a wrong turn and encounters a group of 4 gypsies, aged 20-25, who notice his effeminate appearance and say: "Princess, where are you going?..."

The teacher, 35 years old, with glasses and a neat appearance, becomes paralyzed as he sees the four young men blocking his path. They wear sports jerseys, expensive sneakers, and gold chains. The tallest one, with his hair slicked back, approaches with a mocking smile.

"Look what we have here, guys. A little faggot who's lost" he says as the others laugh. "What's wrong, teacher? You can tell from a distance what you are."

The teacher tries to speak but only stutters: "I... I just wanted..."

"What did you just want, princess?" another one interrupts, shorter but with arms full of tattoos. "Were you looking for fun? Well, you've found it."

They surround him as the one with the slicked-back hair removes his sneaker. The smell of sweaty feet invades the night air. "Come on, lick my sneaker, faggot. Let's see if you learn where not to go."

The teacher feels his mouth dry with fear and excitement at the same time. Unable to resist, he kneels on the dirty ground of the alley and begins to lick the sole of the sneaker while the four heterosexuals mock him.

"Damn, how disgusting you are, but how obedient you are" the third one teases, pulling out his cock over his jersey. "Open your mouth, I'm going to give you what you deserve."

The teacher opens his mouth automatically, feeling the hot liquid fill his throat as the other three laugh out loud.

"Look how he swallows everything, the pig" says the one with the slicked-back hair as he pulls down his pants. "Now you're going to lick my feet like you're supposed to, faggot."

He removes his sweaty socks and puts them directly into the teacher's mouth. The salty and sour taste causes him to gag, but he can't stop. The other two also start undressing their feet.

"Come on, we all want some" says the one with the tattoos, sitting on a step. "Suck my fingers one by one, princess. And don't make a face."

The teacher, completely submissive, goes from foot to foot, licking between the toes, swallowing the dirt accumulated throughout the day. The fourth one, who had been quiet, leans down and whispers in his ear:

"Do you like being our toy, faggot? Because this has only just begun."

He pulls down his jersey and positions himself over the teacher's face. "Open your mouth wide, I'm going to give you your dinner."

The teacher feels how he deposits the first turd directly onto his tongue, while the other three masturbate watching the scene and planning out loud what else they're going to make their new pet do.

"Tomorrow, you come here at the same time, got it? You know where to find us."

The teacher is left completely broken after that night. Kneeling in the dirt...