Danny was nervous. It was his first time going to a hash in recent memory. It was also his first time at this particular kennel. Danny ran in high school and found out about hashing from googling some kink terms many years ago. Since then, he learned that there is a lot of overlap between hashing and being kinky and he hoped he could explore that more at this new kennel and the hashers there would be open to indulging each others' kinky desires.
The hash was scheduled for a Sunday afternoon. It was decently warm and sunny, a perfect day for a run. Danny had picked out an outfit that might land him in trouble at the hash. See at a hash, they look at running gear and new sneakers as problems to be dealt with. Danny didn't mind; in fact, he hoped that his gear would assist in opening the door to some kinky fun.
Danny arrived at the hash and was greeted by the hashers already there at the park everyone was meeting at. "Hey everyone" said Danny, hoping to set the tone as being a friendly sort. "Hey" said one of the male hashers, "What's your name?"
"'Just Danny'... for now" said Danny. "But I hope that changes by the end of this afternoon."
Another hasher quipped: "I am sure it will."
Several other hashers began to arrive, there were about 7 guys and 2 girls who showed up. A decent turnout but not as many as would be expected on a gorgeous day.
The hare signaled to group everyone together. "Hello everyone, welcome to today's hash. I see many familiar faces and a new one." He nodded over to Danny. "And who might you be?"
"I am 'Just Danny'," said Danny. "First time at a hash."
"I see" said Ron the hare. "I noticed you are geared up more from a cross-country run than a hash." His eyes glared down to Danny's new Asics sneakers, with clean blue trim against the bright white mesh and laces. "I'd like to call up all the new shoes" There was clearly only one offender in this category. Everyone else had grungy old sneakers on.
Missy, one of the girls, actually showed up in her socks and pulled out a dirty pair of Sauconys from her bag. "This is to trick everyone thinking I might be silly enough to wear new shoes to a hash" she giggled.
Danny walked up to the center of the group. He was a little nervous but quite excited. He actually had found out about hashing from googling "drinking from a shoe". Danny had a sexual fixation with sneakers for as long as he could remember. and the thought of being a part of a club where he could indulge this fetish seemed exhilarating to him. "OK" said Danny, proceeding to the center. He then thought it would have been better if he had not worn so tight running leggings. To anyone even remotely paying attention, his growing hard-on was as clear as day.
"You are hereby accused of arriving at a hash wearing new sneakers. Do you know the penalty for doing so?" said Ron with a grin.
"Uh... no... no I don't..." said Danny.
"Well," Ron replied, "you must remove one of those shiny new sneakers and we will all pour our beers into it."
Danny nervously replied, "Then what happens?"
"In standard hash practice," Ron replied, "you will then be asked to drink the beer out of it."
"Oh," said Danny. He could feel the blood beginning to flow directly to his cock and his running pants stretch out a little. A couple of the other hashes began to giggle and whisper among themselves. Danny slowly unlaced one of his Asics and pulled it off. The other hashes approached him and took turns pouring their beer into his sneaker.