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After having had a session in TopTicklePig's dungeon where we had a three-on-one round robin tickle scene, the other guy (who would become a foot and tickle friend) decided to come home with me and my partner (TickleWyrm was his TTP name back in the day) to keep going. I was more than happy to keep tickling his feet!

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Do You Know Who This Is?

Do you know who this is, and would you like to see him tickled within an inch of his life? Maybe planning a story.

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Casey's Ticklish Test

Little tickle story about a guy who gets more than he bargained for. No sex in it, but NSFWish. Kind of thinking of wriing a part 2 to this eventually.

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"Why don't you go ahead and say your name, age, and shoe size for the camera?"

"Hi, my name is Casey, I'm 21 years old and I wear a size 11"

The camera man nodded, adjusting some settings as Casey spoke.

"Alright, why don't you tell us what brings you in here today, Casey?"

The boy laughed (a bit nervously), and ran a hand through his curly hair.

"Well, I saw this ad saying that you get paid 200 bucks just to take off your shoes and socks and wiggle your toes while someone films it."

"Sounds like a good deal to you, Casey?"

"Yeah, sounds like a pretty sweet and easy way to make 200. Besides, my girlfriend always says I have cute feet."

"Well, why don't we find out if she's right? Put your feet up on the table and show us those socks"

Casey reached down to untie his trainers, putting each of his white sock clad feet up on the table.

"Scrunch your toes for us. Wiggle them around."

Casey leaned back into the couch and followed the directions he was being given. He scrunched his socked feet up, he spread his toes out, and he waved his feet side to side. Casey even reached forward to run his fingers over his own feet through the white cotton socks.

"Alright, why don't you take those off. Nice and slow, okay? Tease us a bit."

Not too sure how to do a seductive strip-tease with just his socks, Casey reached forward and took hold of the tips of the sock's toes. He started to lean back and pull the socks slowly as he did. The socks stretched as Casey pulled, and the cuff of the sock slowly slid towards his ankles. Soon his ankles were exposed, and a few tugs later the sock slipped over his smooth pink heels. Casey paused there for a moment before flexing his feet back and pulling on the socks once more.

Inch by inch he exposed his soft smooth soles. The camera zoomed in and followed the slow sock reveal. Soon the socks were at Casey's toes, exposing them one at a time as the socks slipped off. Once the socks were free Casey just sat there, smiling at the camera, holding up the two socks he'd just pulled off.

"Your girlfriend was right," the camera man said, eyeing Casey's long narrow feet, "they're pretty cute."

"So what do we do now? Do I just wiggle my toes or something? How does this work?"

Casey heard a door open behind him and saw the camera man make eye contact with whoever was coming into the room. Before Casey could turn around and see who it was, someone put a funny smelling cloth over his mouth and nose and pressed it into his face. Casey dropped his socks and struggled against whoever was holding him. Slowly the fight started to leave his body, and within a minute or two Casey was dropped,completely passed out, onto the couch.

"So did you tell him what we’re really going to do?"

The camera man shook his head.

"No, but he's going to find out when he wakes up."

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Casey’s head was spinning when he started to wake up.  He blinked several times, trying to chase the blurriness out of his sight, but nothing about the room he was in made any sense.  The walls were painted black, and what looked to be BDSM gear covered the walls hung from metal hooks.  There were ropes, chains, cuffs, and all sorts of toys and tools that Casey couldn’t identify.  He was laying flat on something and tried to sit up to get a better look at his surroundings.  To his surprise he was tied down to this table.  His arms were pinned above his head, cords were wrapped around his forearms, and his feet seemed to be stuck in something.  A light breeze from a nearby fan blew by as he heard someone open a door, and he felt the air move over his skin.  Panic suddenly set in when Casey realised he was completely naked.

“Hey… hey!  What the fuck is happening?!” the boy cried out, unable to hide the panic in his voice.  He pulled on his bonds but couldn’t move.

A familiar voice, that of the camera man, answered, “Hey, relax.  You’re okay.  We’re going to let you go, we just have a video to make first.”

“A video?  I didn’t agree to any video other than wiggling my feet.  You said all I had to take off were my socks, but I’m FUCKING NAKED!  Seriously, let me the fuck go or I swear I’ll go to the cops.”

“You should learn to read wavers before you sign them.  You agreed to be in a tickle video, so now we’re going to make a tickle video.  Sure, you may not have planned for it, but it’s going to happen.  Whether you like it or not, kid.”

Casey didn’t know what to say.  It’s true, he didn’t read what he signed, but he didn’t think any waver said it was okay to kidnap and strip someone.

“Then why pull this shit?  Why didn’t you just tell me what the video was?  I didn’t agree to this!”

“The people who buy our videos like it when it looks like the guys are getting tickled against their will and fight back.  Most suck at pretending, so now we just do this.  Makes it much more authentic.”

Casey watched in horror as the man started setting up a few cameras.  One was pointed directly at his feet, one was pointed at his chest, and worst of all, one was pointed and close up to his naked hips and cock.

“You fucker!  You’re fucking crazy!  Let me the fuck go!!”

“That’s great, keep it up kid.  That’s exactly what we’re looking for.”

Without another word, the camera man approached Casey’s head.  The bound boy was pulling at his bonds, trying to rock his body back and forth to break free.

“You won’t get away with this!”

“Yeah, whatever kid.”

Suddenly, there were ten squirming fingers probing Casey’s armpits.  His girlfriend had playfully tickled him when they would play fight, but that would just be a few seconds.  As he was tied down, those fingers showed no sign of leaving.

“HAA HA!  FUCK!  UGH!!  FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!”

The camera man had done this many times before.  He kept up his attack, fingers teasing and touching the vulnerable pits.  He would sometimes travel down Casey’s sides, making the boy jump and shake each time.  Sometimes he would teak Casey’s nipples.

The camera man continued tickling Casey for a few minutes.  By the time he stopped Casey was breathing hard and sweating.  Casey heaved, out of breath.

“Alright… alright.  You … you tickled me.  Let me the fuck go!”

“You did good, but there's still more to go.  Let’s move onto these hips.”

“Hips?  Let my hips alone you fucking pervert!”

Once again, the camera man gave no notice.  He attacked the hips without mercy.

“AAAAH!  FUCKING PERVERT!  BAH HA HA!  NOOOO!  GETTAWAY!”

Casey’s hips thrashed violently back and forth, trying to escape the tickling fingers, making his soft cock bounce back and forth.  No one had ever tickled him here, and he was learning the hard way that his hips were incredibly ticklish.  There was more though, despite the fact that it was a man who had effectively kidnapped him, having someone touching him in an incredibly private place still felt erotic.

The hands left the hips for a few minutes and went down to Casey’s hairless thighs.  Squeezing and massaging them was enough to make Casey scream.  He hoped that someone would hear his torture and come and rescue him.

The hands came back up to the hips.  Despite the fear, anger, and laughter, Casey’s body began to respond to the stimulation.  His dick slowly started to get hard.  Casey felt his entire body begin to flush in horror.

“STOP!  STOPSTOPST-O-O-O-OP!”

“Seems you like this, kid.  Good to know, people will love it.”

It didn’t take long, but eventually Casey’s dick was rock hard and bobbing up and down as he laughed.  The camera man stopped tickling and took Casey firmly by the cock.

“HEY!  Get your fucking hand off my DICK!”

“Just checking something else, calm down.”

The camera man pushed Casey’s hard dick out of the way and exposed his now sweaty balls.  Using just the tips of his fingers, he teased the sensitive space.

“AAAH!  HAA HAA HAA!  LE-LE-LEAVE MY BAAAAAAALLS AL-AL-ALONEE!  FU-FUCKING PERV!”

For the first time since this all started, the camera man smiled.

“Balls are ticklish too?  That’s great.  We’re going to have a great time I think.”

Tickling the balls for just another minute or two, the camera man finally stopped and let go of Casey’s erection.

“Last spot kid, you’re doing great.”

“I swear to God!  Once… once I’m free I’m kicking your fucking ass!”

The camera man ignored Casey’s threats and went down to the boy’s feet, locked away in wooden stocks.

“Hey!  HEY!  I’m talking to you asshole!  Leave my fucking feet alone!”

Casey got his response, but not in words.  The man’s tickling fingers, which had already violated Casey all over his body, came to his feet.  As far as he could remember, Casey didn’t think anyone had touched the soles of his feet.  Now, suddenly, it was happening.

“LEAAAAVE MY FEEEEET ALONE!  HAA HAA!  ERG!  FUCKFUCK!”

The armpits had been bad, the hips and balls and thighs had been bad, but this was by far the worst.  Casey could barely breathe.  His body was glistening with sweat.  He screamed, kicked, and thrashed as best he could.  He wasn’t going to give this guy the satisfaction of giving up…  he wasn’t going to be broken.

The fingers climbed like spiders up and down the soles.  They started up at the toes, fingernails scratching between each sensitive toe, then down the balls of the feet, down the arch, and eventually to the heel.  The heel wasn’t as ticklish as the rest of the foot (which gave Casey a bit of a break each time he was tickled there), but the toes were insane.  When his toes were getting tickled he felt like he was going to lose his mind.

Suddenly, everything stopped.

“Alright, we’re done kid.  You did good, I’m impressed with how ticklish you are.  Not too many guys we bring down here are as sensitive as you.”

Casey was breathing hard, huffing and puffing as he tried to catch his breath.

“I… don’t give… a shit.  Let me go-o-o.  NOW!”

“Why would I let you go?”

For the first time since this started, Casey didn’t yell or threaten.  Instead, he blinked and looked at the camera man with fear.

“You said you would be letting me go when you were done.”

“Yeah, that’s true.  But we’re not done yet.  That was just a test to make sure you were ticklish.”

“A TEST?!  A FUCKING TEST!?!”

“Yup.  Now the real tickling is going to start.  We got two more guys who will join in, a bunch of brushes and oil and claws, the works.  If you thought what I just did was rough, wait till you see what we have planned for you now.”

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

“That’s the spirit kid, keep it up.  I’m just going to grab the other guys and we’ll get started.”

Casey continued to hurl slurs and insults at the camera man as he left the room, closing the door behind him.  All alone in the tickle dungeon.

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Reloaded the original version of this story in DA, so thought I would reblov it here too 😁

Does this need a part 2? What would happen?

Beach Feet Tickling

There's a woman in the picture, but this is an M/M tickling story. Just a guy being tickled by another guy very publicly on the beach. Tickled until he promises something. Will he give in? Guess you'll have to read to find out!

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“Can you move at all?” Sandra asked, leaning on Keith.  As much as he tried to move his body, he was really buried.  He struggled and strained, squirming his exposed toes as though trying to grab onto something.  Nothing worked.

“Nope, can’t move.  I’m stuck here at your mercy,” he mockingly pouted to Sandra, giving her puppy dog eyes.  “Got a kiss in there for a trapped man on the beach?”  Keith had been trying to get with Sandra for weeks now.  Maybe this was finally the moment.

Sandra laughed, tapping Keith on the nose.

“Sorry, all out of kisses.  But I do have a surprise for you.”

Sandra stood up and waved her arms, trying to signal someone who was at the other end of the beach.  Keith strained his neck but couldn’t see what Sandra was doing.  From this angle he was getting a really good view up her swim top, so he wasn’t complaining.

A few moments later a guy came up to the two of them.  He looked kind of familiar, and he was looking at Keith with a strange look on his face.

“You might remember my friend Grant.  I think I introduced you two at that party last weekend.  Since then, poor Grant can’t seem to get you out of his head.  So... we hatched this little plan...” Sandra said, brushing the sand off of herself and packing up her things.

“Wait, wait.  What the fuck is happening,” Keith asked, eyes bouncing from Grant to Sandra.  “What little plan are you talking about, where are you going?”

Grant knelt down in front of Keith’s feet and seemed to be staring at them.  He started digging them out of the sand until Keith’s entire sandy sole was exposed.

“Well, Grant here is my oldest and best friend in the entire world.  I would do anything for this guy.  He thought you were hot as hell and wanted a chance to... play with you.  Since you seemed into me I figured it wouldn’t be that hard to get you stuck like this.”

Grant started brushing the sand off of Keith’s exposed soles.  Keith giggled and tried to wiggle his feet away... but it was no use.

“Hey, cut that shit out!”

Grant grinned up at his best friend.  “Oh shit, he’s really ticklish.  This is great.”

Keith stopped struggling for a minute and looked up at Sandra.

“Oh shit, he’s not going to tickle me, is he?”

Sandra finished packing up her stuff and lowered her sunglasses over her eyes.

“He sure is.  Going to tickle you till you agree to whatever he wants to let you go.  Have fun boys!”

Sandra walked off, leaving Keith in the sand, and Grant grinning ear to ear.

“Listen, dude, you let me out and... hee hee... let me out and... hee hee hee..  FUCK.  Cut that out!”

Grant was already dragging a single finger up and down Keith’s exposed and sandy sole.

“Better calm down there bud, you can’t move and I am going to totally wreck your feet.”

Keith couldn’t do anything.  With Grant starting to tickle up and down his soles, Keith let his head roll back as he started to giggle.

“No common, there’s got to be something you want!” Keith managed to say between breaths.

Grant was flossing his index finger between Keith’s toes, tickling the sensitive skin that no one had ever touched before now.

“There’s two things I like in this world.  One is tickling feet, the other is sucking dick.  You agree to come into the bathroom with me and let me suck your dick, then I’ll stop tickling your feet and dig you out.  How does that sound?”

Keith was unable to hide the look of disgust on his face.

“No fucking way.  Fuck off.  Dig me out!”

Grant gave a ‘tsk tsk tsk’ sound.

“Such language.  I guess we keep tickling!”

While most of Grant’s touches had been soft and gentle so far, playtime was over.  He brought one hand to each foot and attacked without mercy.  Starting down at the still slightly buried heels, Grant started assaulting the sensitive sandy skin with his nails.  Keith started to laugh again, kicking his feet as best as he could.

“F-Fuck O-O-Oofffff!” he bellowed.  This didn’t just tickle, it was embarrassing.  This was so public.  There were people everywhere, and some were starting to pay attention to what was happening.  Keith watched as people walked back, laughing and smirking at his situation.  He tried his best to glare at them, but he couldn’t stop laughing.

“Oh I will once.  Once you promise I get that dick.”

“Never!”

“Alright.  It’s your feet, dude.”

The fingers moved up to Keith’s shapely arch.  The fingers dug in, hungrily squirming into the sensitive flesh.  Keith howled, whipping his head back and forth, straining his entire body to try and break free from his sandy prison.  

“Hey mister, whatcha doing?”

Grant and Keith both froze as a boy, sand bucket in hand, stood by watching them.  

“Kid, get… your parents.  Please…” Keith managed to huff.

Grant smiled at the kid.

“Don’t worry, we’re just playing.  He likes when I tickle his feet.”  

Grant’s eyes went to the kid’s bucket, and he saw something of interest.

“Hey kid, what’s that?”

The kid pulled a plastic toy out of his bucket.

“It’s a sand rake.  But it isn’t very good.”

Grant looked at the three plastic prongs, each ending at a point, and got a devilish idea.

“If it’s not good, could I have it?  Maybe I can use it to dig out my friend here.”

Keith’s eyes went wide when he saw the rake, and he instantly knew what Grant had planned.

“No no no kid.  Please, don’t give it to him!”

The kid looked between Grant and Keith, shrugged, and handed Grant the small plastic rake.

“Here you go mister.  Have fun,” and the kid ran off to join his friends.

“Ah, we’re alone again…” Grant said with a grin.

“No please, leave me alone.  Just leave me alone, please!”

“No can do.  Promise you’ll let me suck your dick and then I’ll dig you out.”

“Never, you sick fuck!”

“Alright.  Just remember, I gave you a choice.”

Grabbing the big toe on Keith’s right foot, Grant pulled it back to hold the foot in place and expose the stretched sole.

“I think this will be fun,” Grant said with a smirk, bringing the rake to Keith’s sole.

“Oh no please, this will kill me!”

Grant didn’t answer.  Instead he brought the tips of the rake to Keith’s heel and in one quick motion raked up to his toes.  Keith jumped in the sand, but the weight of it kept him stuck.  He tried to pull his foot away but there was nothing he could do except bark out a laugh.

“Fuck!  N-no!”

“Oh yes!”

Toe still firmly held, Grant did it again.  And again.  And again.  Each time he pressed harder and moved quicker.  The time between each stroke became smaller.  Eventually he was moving the rake across Keith’s exposed sole at a brisk rate.

“NO PLEASE!  STOP!”

Keith was in hysterics.  This was the most intense thing he’d ever experienced.  No one had ever touched his feet before, let alone tickle them.  Tears were streaming down his cheeks, making trails in the sand that stuck to his face.  His face burned bright red: one part from the laughter, one part from embarrassment from being tickled in public.  People were noticing and he could see other beach goers watching.  Some were smiling, some were laughing, some were pointing, some were trying to pretend like they weren’t staring, and the absolute worst of all…. Some were recording.

Grant switched back and forth between one foot and the other.  Once one was starting to become less sensitive, he would grab the toes of the other and attack the sole.  He kept it going, back and forth, back and forth, keeping Keith in absolute hysterics and agony.

“Alright!  AAAALL RIGHT!  I-I-I’ll do iiiiiiit!”

The tickling stopped.

“You’ll do what, cutie?”

Keith huffed, sweaty hair hanging over his forehead.

“I’ll… god…,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I’ll let you suck my dick…”

Grant smiled in victory.

“Glad you came to your senses!  What about me though?”

Keith blinked tears out of his eyes and looked up at Grant in confusion.

“What do you mean you?  I’m already letting you suck my dick.  What else do you want!?”

“Well, I need to get off too.  How about a handjob after I finish you off?”

Keith shook his head back and forth and started yelling.

“Absolutely not!  I’m not gay!  Fucking let me go!”

Grant gave a playful frown.

“I guess we will go back to tickling then.”

“NO WAIT”

Grant brought the toy rake back to Keith’s feet.  He had unburied them enough that he was able to hold both big toes at the same time and rake across both sandy soles simultaneously. 

This was the worst, and Keith was unable to escape it.  He didn’t just laugh.  He was screaming and blubbering at the same time.  He couldn’t even keep his eyes open to look around and see what sort of attention they were attracting.  He could hear people laughing though.  Laughing at him.

“Please.. PLEASE!  STOOOOP!” He screamed.

“You know when this stops cutie.  It stops when you agree.”

Keith couldn’t take it anymore.  It felt like he had fire ants crawling all over his soles.  He could feel the sand sticking to his sweaty body.  He was broken.

“FIINE!  Stop, fine!  I’ll j-j-jerk you off.  I swear.  I’ll gi-gi-give you a handjob!  FUCK!  I’ll FUCKING suck you off RIGHT NOW if you stop RIGHT NOWWW!  PLEEEEEASE!”

The tickling stopped.

“Hmm, good boy.  I accept.  Let’s get you out and cleaned up then, hmm?”

Grant brushed the sand off of Keith’s soles, earning a yip and a jump from the buried man.

“Still sensitive huh?  That’s so cute.”

Grant spent the next while digging Keith out of his prison.  Keith for his part did nothing.  He just lay there, head rolled back, breathing heavily while he waited for the tingling sensation in his feet to stop.

Once he was unburied Grant gave Keith a hand and pulled him from the sandy pit.

“Alright, let’s go find ourselves a private bathroom and have some fun.”

Grant took Keith by the hand and started leading him across the beach towards the washrooms.

Keith could have run at any moment, but his body and mind were completely broken.  He felt like he was moving on auto-pilot.  He just wanted to get this over with and get back home.  Even walking on the sand was enough to get a giggle or two out of Keith’s hyper sensitive soles.

After checking to make sure that the washroom he found was empty, Grant pulled Keith into one of the stalls.

“I’ve changed my mind, cutie.  You get me off first, and then I’ll return the favour.  So get down on your knees.”

With a sigh, Keith sank down to his knees.  

After all.  He was a man of his word.  He always kept his promises.

[tickle-minion]

My tied and cuffed ankles. What happens next?

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A Dog, a Kidnapping, and a Kink

Story based on semi-true events (though the real event sadly had no tickling involved). Tickle torture story, completely NSFW, has some kidnapping, and some cock and ball torture for good measure. Enjoy!

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Present Day

Martin was in a bad mood.  He’d spent the last several hours in his car.  Watching.  Waiting.  Trying not to look like he was casing the depressing little house that he was currently parked across from.  Of course, he was casing the depressing little house.  It’s what he did.  He wasn’t looking to rob the house, but rather he was waiting for the owner to come home.  Which was supposed to have been several hours ago.

Martin was what you called a ‘problem solver’.  If you have a problem, you contact him, and he will solve it for you.  His trunk was filled with bags full of tools to help him ‘solve’ problems.  Most of these things were legal, if not strange, so he didn’t worry about leaving the tools of his trade in his car.

This one job was taking forever to get started

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3 Days Earlier

“Hello?”

“IT’S A DOG”

“Don’t scream at me!” Pam, the jilted ex-wife who had hired him hissed through her teeth into the phone.  The sounds of people talking could be heard in the background, followed by the sounds of Pam hustling and the voices getting quieter.

“It’s a fucking dog.  I thought this was about a kid.  You want me to break a guy’s knee caps over a fucking dog.  This is nuts…”

The aggravation was as clear in her voice as it was in Martin’s voice, “Look, I don’t care how you do it.  You just get him to sign those papers.”

“Well I’m not breaking his kneecaps, I’ll tell you that.”

There was a pause on the phone as both Martin and Pam decided their next move.

“You know,” Pam said, breaking the silence, “he’s super ticklish.  And I don’t mean he giggles a little.  I mean he literally hates it.  Can’t stand someone even just touching his sides.  If I ever tickled him accidentally he’d yelp and scream and throw a fit.  Why don’t you do that?”

Tickle the guy.  This gave Martin something to work with.  He’d done all sorts of terrible things to all sorts of people… most of which deserved it.  He wasn’t going to cripple someone, or leave any sort of permanent mark, over a fucking dog.  But… tickling didn’t leave a mark.

“I’ll call you when the papers are signed,” Martin ended the call abruptly.  He had a plan.

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Present Day

Martin’s patience paid off, and after waiting several hours in his car for his mark, the man finally arrived home.  The mark was named Gilles.  A shorter man with a small frame, black hair, and wire rimmed glasses.  Gilles parked his car in his driveway, stepped out, and entered the small single story home.  Martin continued to wait, watching from the car, and paid close attention to the windows.  It looked like Gilles was moving around the home, going from room to room.  Martin waited for a few minutes till there wasn’t any more movement from the windows.  He got out of his own car, looked up and down the street, and approached the house.  Going around the side of the house, he entered the backyard hoping there was a door.  Lucky for him, there was.

Martin, carrying a duffle bag worth of toys and tools, pulled out a lock picking kit.  Kneeling down in front of the door, he set about opening the lock.  Luckily, the house was older, and nothing really seemed to have been updated so it was easy as pie to pick the lock and step silently into what appeared to be the kitchen.  From deeper into the house, he could hear the sounds of a shower and someone singing off key.  Martin followed the sounds of the shower, his footsteps even and quiet on the retro carpeting that seemed to cover the entire floor of the house.  Silently, he put his duffle bag down on the ground, and pulled out a rag and a bottle.  Soaking the rag, he put the bottle back in his bag and pressed his back against the wall.  He had had his fair share of waiting today.  Luckily for him, he didn’t need to wait long.  After just a few minutes, he could hear the water stop and Gilles step out of the shower.  Gilles was humming to himself as he toweled off, and a minute or so later stepped out of the steamy washroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.  He didn’t see Martin laying in wait.  As soon as Gilles stepped out and started walking away, Martin leaped forward.  He grabbed the startled man around his thin body and shoved the rag over his mouth.

“OOOOMMF!!!”

Gilles struggled, but Martin easily overpowered the smaller man.  Gilles fought as hard as he could, but it was no use.  Slowly, the fight drained out of him as he huffed in the fumes of the soaked rag.  Before long, Gilles was limp in Martin’s arms.

“Alright, time to get to work.”

Gilles woke up confused, not knowing where he was.  Blinking his eyes a few times, he looked around and saw that he was sitting in a chair in the middle of his bedroom… and he had no memory of getting there.  Despite the fact that his head was still swimming, he tried to stand up, but found that he couldn’t.  His ankles were tied to the legs of a chair, and more worryingly, his wrists were tied about his head.  He looked up and saw that someone had screwed a metal loop into his ceiling, and another rope had his wrists tied up in the air, stretching his body out.  He pulled at the bonds, but they didn’t budge.  Gilles cried out for help, but something slightly salty was stuffed in his mouth.  Looking down, Gilles realised he was wearing nothing but a tight pair of black underwear.

“Starting to wake up, are we?  Good, that means we can finally get started,” Martin said, sitting on the bed behind Gilles.  As soon as he heard the voice Gilles’ entire body jerked up and he tried to spin his head around to see where the voice was coming from.  Martin stood up and walked in front of the tied, struggling man.

“Your ex-wife sends her regards.  She also has a very simple request.  I need you to sign this, “ Martin said, holding up the document,  “and turn this stupid dog of yours over to her and pay monthly for its care.  If you do, we all go our separate ways and it’s done.  What do you say?”

Gilles was scared, but the fear he felt for his own safety was less than the hatred he had for his ex-wife.  He stared at Martin, narrowed his eyes, and shook his head in defiance. 

Martin nodded, and put the document down on the dresser.

“If you’re not ready yet, that’s totally fine.  You will be by the time we’re done.  I just want you to understand that this all ends when you decide it’s going to end.  I’m going to keep going until you sign.  If that takes a few minutes, perfect.  If we’re here all night, I’m up for it.  It really depends on how far you’re willing to go.”

Gilles’s heart was racing.  What did the man mean by that?  What was he going to do to him?  Gilles' eyes went to the duffle bag on the floor and he couldn’t help but imagine what sort of horrors were in there.

“Your ex told me about your little secret,” Martin said, circling around behind Gilles.  “She told me that you’re a little bit… ticklish.”

Before he could do anything, Gilles felt fingers running gently from his armpits down to his sides.  Gilles jumped in his bounds and yelled, instantly trying to thrash and get away from those fingers.  Of course that bitch would say something.  Gilles felt himself flush red, party in anger, but also partly in shame.

“So it was true, huh?  She told me you really hated it.  Let’s see how much you hate it.”

Those fingers were back, trailing from his arms, down through his furry armpits, across his sides, and right down to his hips.  The touches were incredibly light, just the tips of the fingers, but it was already driving Gilles mad.  He tried to wiggle his body away, but he was tied too firmly to the chair.  He wanted to lower his arms to protect his body but found that the rope holding his wrists up in the air was too strong.  He could go nothing but squirm and giggle into the gag in his mouth.  

The light touches continued for a few minutes, those fingers just trailing across his exposed skin.  Mercifully, he did come to a stop.

“Excellent reactions so far, but I think you need a bit more, don’t you?  Why don’t we really get into it?”

Gilles tried to yell ‘fuck off’, but instead it came out of “Ooomf MMMF!”

Martin chuckled and dove in for the attack.

Those fingers, once light and teasing, dug into Gilles' exposed and hairy armpits.  The reaction was instantaneous.  Gilles  jumped in the chair and howled into his gag.  The wiggling fingers explored the entirety of Gilles’ ticklish armpits, exploiting every spot they could find.  Already Gilles was starting to sweat.

The tickling continued for a few minutes before Martin pulled away.  Gilles instantly slumped in his chair, body sagging from the rope that kept his wrists in the air.  Gilles was breathing hard behind his gag when Martin crouched down in front of him, looking him straight in the face.

“What do you say?  Are you done now?  Ready to sign?”

With defiance in his eyes, Gilles looked up and shook his head.

“Alright, just remember, this ends whenever you want.  Now, let’s do something a little different.”

Martin leisurely walked over to his duffle bag, unzipped it, and pulled out a disposable razor and a can of shaving cream.

“This tickling thing is new to me, never done it before.  Usually my methods are a little more… physical shall we say.  But if this works, hey, I have something else I can use.  But I did some research, and I learned that there are ways to make people more ticklish.  Did you know that?”

Martin, humming tunelessly, approached with an almost clinical air. In one hand, he held the razor; in the other, the shaving cream. He depressed the nozzle, releasing a dollop of white foam onto Gilles’s upturned armpit. The cold cream made Gilles flinch, a shiver running through his bound body.

“Just relax, Gilles,” Martin murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle given the circumstances. “Almost done.”

With precise, even strokes, Martin guided the razor through the lather, the soft rasping sound shockingly loud in the quiet room. Gilles squeezed his eyes shut, his muscles tensing. Martin wiped the blade clean on a towel draped over his shoulder, then applied another dollop of cream to the other armpit, repeating the process with the same calm efficiency. Once both armpits were clean-shaven, Martin stepped back, admiring his work with a satisfied nod.

“There, that will work just fine.  Let’s see how this works.”

Martin’s fingers were back, and the sensation as they stoked his armpits was even worse.  Gilles howled into his gag, jerking back and forth wildly.  He’d never given much thought to his armpit hair before, but now he was missing it.  Luckily, Martin didn’t use his fingers for very long.

“Perfect, turns out the internet was right.  I’ll have to thank the guys on that channel I found.  They had another suggestion though, so let’s see how this goes.”

Martin went back to his bag and pulled out two long feathers.  They were gleaming white, and looked perfect and stiff.

“I don’t know if feathers really do tickle, or if that’s just something you see on TV in cartoons.  Let’s give it a try.  And remember, this stops when you say so.”

Holding a feather in each hand, Martin approached Gilles from the front this time.  With his face straight and expressionless, he brought the tips of the feathers to Gilles’ freshly shaved pits and twirled them.  Gilles’ eyes went wide and instantly began to bark behind his gag.  Martin gave a small smirk of satisfaction.

The feathers were enough to drive Gilles mad.  Their touch was light, barely kissing the skin, but his armpits were so sensitive now that they were hairless that each touch sent shockwaves through his body.  He shook and howled, eyes alternating between being clutched tight and open and bulging.  

“MMMMM!!!  MMMMFFFNNNN!!”

Something strange was happening to Gilles’ body.  The torture was starting to become… pleasurable in a way, and his body was starting to react.  To his horror, he realised that his dick was getting hard, starting to tent in his underwear.  He rolled his eyes down to his crotch and glared at the treacherous member.  He prayed that Martin wouldn’t notice.

The longer the armpit tickling went on (and it felt to Gilles like it was going on forever), the harder his dick became.  He was so aroused, and his dick was so engorged, that it was starting to hurt.  His laughter was turning to heaving and panting, and he felt a familiar tingling in his balls.  Despite himself and the torture he was under, he tilted his head back and moaned.

“MmmmmmMMM!”

And like that, he came hard.  His orgasm was so intense that he was seeing stars and his head became light.  His hips were thrusting up and down as he creamed his underwear.  Cum was seeping through the material.

Martin noticed all of this.  His eyes went wide from shock and he looked down at Gilles’ now cum soaked underwear.

“Well, that was… unexpected.”

With the tickling having stopped for now, Gilles’ whole body slumped forward as he heaved for breath.  His eyes were closed and sweat was dripping down his forehead.

“You know… there was something else I read about on that server.  I didn’t think it would come into play with us, but maybe we can give it a try.  Just remember, this all ends the moment you say so.”

Martin took hold of Gilles’ underwear and pulled it down his thighs.  His dick sprung out, still hard and oozing.  

“Hold onto your hat, I think this is going to be bad for you.”

“Mmm?  Mm… MMMMM!!!  UUGMMMM!!!!”

Gilles could barely respond.  Martin was now twirling the tip of one of the feathers over Gilles’ over sensitive cockhead.  He swirled the feather around the edge of the head, coming up to tickle the still leaking slit.  Gilles was thrashing harder than he had so far, almost succeeding in pulling the loop from the ceiling.  He bucked his hips, but he could do nothing to escape that feather.  He wasn’t laughing now, it was beyond that.  He was screaming.

“You like that, huh?  Let’s see how you like this, too.”

The second feather came down to his sweaty, low hanging balls.  The double combo of cockhead and balls was overwhelming what little sense Gilles had left.  He shook his head back and forth, he screamed into the gag, and his whole body was tense as a steel trap.  Gilles couldn’t take it anymore.  He was desperately trying to make eye contact with Martin, nodding his head frantically.  Finally, Martin caught his gaze.

“Ready to talk now?”

Gilles nodded enthusiastically.

“Then you have to wait.  To show you I mean business, we’re going to keep going until you’re completely soft.”

Gilles screamed again.  True to his word, Martin continued assaulting Gilles’ genitals until they were completely soft and flaccid.  By now most of the sensitivity had worn off and Gilles was starting to calm down.

As soon as the torture stopped, Martin reached up and untied the gag that was around Gilles’ head.  He pulled out what was in Gilles’ mouth and revealed it to be one of Gilles’ own work socks.  Disgust roiled through his body.

“I’m glad to see you’ve come to your senses.  Are you ready to talk?”

“Please… please stop… let me go...”

“I can do that.  I just need you to sign something for me.  Can you do that Gilles?  Can you sign it?”

Gilles heaved a few times, his red and sweaty chest rose and fell as his heart raced.  He still couldn’t speak much, but he did nod his head.

“Excellent.  You’re making the right choice, Gilles.  I’m going to untie one of your arms.  No funny business.”

Martin reached up and untied one of Gilles’ wrists from the rope dangling from the ceiling.  As soon as it was free, the arm flopped down and hung uselessly at Gilles’ side.  

“Uuugh… that feels nice…” Gilles muttered as he wiggled the fingers of his now free hand.

Martin stepped away, collected the document for Gilles to sign and brought over a pen.  With a shaky hand Gilles took the pen and brought it to the paper.  It took great effort, but Gilles managed to write something.  Once it was done, he dropped the pen on the ground, closed his eyes, and let his body relax.

Feeling a sense of satisfaction, Martin collected the paperwork and inspected Gilles’ signature.  He grunted and turned his eyes to the bound man.

“You think this is funny?”

On the line where Gilles was supposed to sign his name, he had instead written “Eat a Dick”.

“F-fuck you, buddy.”

Martin frowned and put the defaced document back on the dresser.

“First of all, you’re only making this harder on yourself.  I guess we have to keep going.  Second of all, I always have a couple extra copies to sign on hand just in case someone decides to be cute like this.  I’m sorry Gilles, but you’re left me no choice in the matter.”

“Do you’re f-fucking worst, asshole,” Gilles managed to mutter.

Evenly and calmly, Martin walked behind Gilles and untied his other wrist.  Just like the first, it flopped down.

“Are you… are you letting me go?”

“Not a chance.  Just a change in position.”

Using a set of cuffs, Martin quickly secured Gilles’ wrists to the arms of the chair before the bound man was able to muster up enough strength to fight back.  He was once again completely stuck.

“Good luck torturing my armpits like this, asshole.”

“Oh, it’s not your armpits I’m going after next.  Excuse me, just have to shift you around a little bit.”

“What do you mean shift me - WHOA!  Easy!”

Martin tipped Gilles back in the chair and gently lowered him to the ground.  He was still bound at the ankle and wrist to the chair, but he was now on his back.  Gilles looked up at Martin from the floor.

“Now what, asshole?”

Martin stepped out of direct view, and then Gilles felt some fingers skittering up the exposed sole of his left foot.

“Now we change our target.  Let’s see if your feet are just as sensitive as the rest of you.”

“No, Stop!”

“We could have ended this earlier.  Just remember, you wanted this.”

Martin sat down on the floor at Gilles’ feet and brought one hand to each.  Instantly fingers were stroking and exploring the soft soles.  Gilles jerked and curled his toes and wiggled his feet, trying to escape the fingers.

“Ha ha!  FUCK!  HA!  F-FUCK OFF!!”

“Feet ticklish too, huh?  And they’re so soft since you’ve come out of the shower.  That’s got to make it even worse, I suppose.  But let’s go back to those feathers, you really liked those before.”

“No!  NO!  NOT THOSE!”

Martin grabbed the feathers he’d used on Gilles’ shaved armpits earlier and brought them to his feet.  He twirled the feathers around on the soles, flossing them between his toes.  There was no reaction.

“Well that’s a pity.”

“That’s right, you can fuck right Off-OOOOFF!  FUCK!  Wh-WHA-HA-HA-HA is THAAAT!?”

Martin grinned down at Gilles

“The soft side didn’t work, so we’re trying the quill.  That seems to work, doesn’t it?”

Martin grabbed one of Gilles’ squirming feet tight in hand and brought the quill of one of the feathers to the centre of it.  He started scribbling, like he was writing an old fashioned letter, all over the restrained sole.  While the tips of the feathers did nothing, the hard quill was like an electric shock through Gilles’ body with each movement.  Where the feather on the armpits had been light, teasing, and maddening, this was an intense, almost sharp, experience.

“NOO!  STTOOOOP!”

“You chose this, Gilles, not me.  Let me know when you’re ready to stop.”

Gilles rolled his head back and forth on the floor, laughing hysterically.  His ex wife had accidentally tickled his sides a few times during their rocky marriage, but no one had ever touched his feet before.  He had no idea it would be this bad.

The scribbling continued for what felt like hours while Gilles flexed and struggled against his bond.  He kept trying to pull his arms free of the chair his wrists were tied to, but his light frame wasn’t muscular enough to break the wood.  He was stuck.  Every few minutes, just as he was starting to desensitize to the tickling, Martin would change feet.

“I think that’s enough of that, don’t you?”

Gilles didn’t say anything, he simply took long shaky breaths and tried to relax his body during this small break in the torture.

“I have a few more tricks up my sleeve, but I think this will be the last one I need.  From what I read online, this should do the trick.  Consider everything up till now to be a warm up.”

“Wh-what do you mean?  Please, if you let me go I w-won’t say anything to anyone.  I promise!”

“Sign the form and it all ends.  That’s it.  Nothing more.  And we don’t stop till that form is signed.”

From the bag Martin produced a bottle of baby oil.  Popping open the bottle, Martin held it over Gilles’ toes and let the oil dribble down.  Once he’d poured oil on both feet, he went to work massaging the oil into the soles and under the toes.  

“You’re going to massage my feet till I give in?  I don’t think this is the torture you think it is.”

“I’m just working the oil in.  There’s more to come.”

Satisfied with how coated the glistening soles were, Martin reached into his bag and pulled out of a pair of hair brushes.

“Wh-what are th-those for?”

“You’re about to find out, Gilles.  Just remember, it stops when you say so.”

Martin didn’t waste any time warming up.  He brought one brush to each oil slicked sole, pressed the bristles into the flesh, and started vigorously scrubbing.

“HAA HAA HAA!  ST-OOOOP!  F-F-F-UCK THAT T-T-TICKLESSS!”

“That’s the general idea, Gilles.”

The brush continued.  Martin took the time to focus on each part of the foot.  He scrubbed the heels, attacked the instep, and worked over the toes.  Gilles seemed to be most sensitive at the toes, so Martin dropped one brush, pulled the toes back on his right foot, and started viciously tickling the underside of Gilles’ toes.

“NOOOOO!!”

Gilles couldn’t take it.  He wasn’t just laughing anymore.  He was screaming, he was yelling, he was hollering.  Surely to God someone walking by the house would hear him and call the police.

Gilles was starting to feel a familiar tingle in his balls, however.  With tear blurred eyes, he looked up and saw that his dick was starting to get hard again.  He watched it start to get erect, free as it was with his cum soaked underwear still around his thighs.  

“NO!  NOOOOO!!!”

As Martin attacked Gilles’ toes, his body was reacting.  It didn’t just tickle, it was outright torture, but his body seemed to be craving.  In a state of laughter, horror, and revulsion, he watched as his dick got harder and harder.  Luckily for him, Martin didn’t seem to notice.

Once Martin wasn’t getting the same intensity of reaction from Gilles with the right foot, he dropped it, yanked back the toes on the left, and attacked.  Not only did Gilles jump, but his cock gave a great twitch and a glistening bead of pre-cum started to ooze from the tip.

“STOP!  STOOOP!  HA HAA HAA, STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP”

Was Gilles screaming at Martin, or at the traitor that was his cock?  It didn’t matter, as Martin didn’t stop, and neither did Gilles’ cock.  Before too long Gilles felt a familiar churning in his balls.

“FUCK!  Haa HAA HAA!  I-I-I’m GOING TO CUUUUUUM!”

As he cried out, a power orgasm ripped through his body for the second time today.  His cock shot spurt after spurt of cum.  Gilles coated his own chest and stomach, and a few of the more powerful shots even hit him in the face.  Martin watched in amazement as the tied man orgasmed again.

“Maybe I picked the wrong way to torture you, you seem to like this too much.  I have one last trick up my sleeve, and I bet it does it.”

Dropping the brush, Martin pulled an electric toothbrush out of his bag.  He turned it on, grabbed Gilles firmly by his still rock solid erection, and brought the head of the brush to the head of Gilles’ still oozing cock.

“AAAAAAAH!!  NOOO!!!  FUUUUUUUUUCK!”

Gilles didn’t laugh.  He threw his head back and screamed.  The feeling was by far the most intense feeling he’d ever felt in his life.  There was pleasure there, for sure, but it was too much.  He felt like his body was being ripped apart, starting with his dick.  Martin, keeping firm hold of the hard cock, leisurely explored the cum slicked cock head, running over the slit, scrubbing the edges, and brushing the sensitive underside.  Gilles couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, and he couldn’t stop screaming and crying.  Finally, he broke.

“OKAY!  OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY!  STOOOOP!  GAAAH!  I’LL SIGN!  I’ll SIIIIIGN!”

Just like that, Martin pulled the brush away and turned it off.  He let go of Gilles’ now softening cock.

“You sure, Gilles?  No monkey business like last time?”

Gilles didn’t answer with words.  He merely shook his sweaty and cum slicked head back and forth.

“Perfect, that’s what we like to hear.  Let me get you a pen.”

Martin hoisted the chair Gilles was tied to back up into its proper position.  He then retrieved a fresh copy of the legal agreement for the dog, a pen, and undid the cuff holding Gilles’ right wrist in place.  

“Sign right on the dotted light.  Don’t forget to date it, too.”

With a shaky hand, Gilles finally scrawled his name on the form.  He was too tired and broken to fight back any further.

Martin took the pen from Gilles’, folded up the agreement, put it away into an envelope and sealed it.

“See?  We didn’t need to go that far.  That was easy and painless.  The tickling stopped, so you got what you wanted, and the paper was signed, so I got what I wanted.”  Martin began packing up his tools, leaving Gilles tied, naked, and sporting a still softening erection.  Martin stopped what he was doing and just stared at the naked, sweaty man tied to the chair.

“Are… are you on medication or something?  I didn’t know someone could, you know, get off on something like this,” Martin asked.  

“This has never happened before…” Gilles’ voice was hoarse from screaming, crying, and laughing.  It sounded like he had sandpaper lining his throat.  “I…,” he cleared his throat, “I have to ask… how much did my wife pay you to do this?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.  I’m a professional.” “Right… right…”

Martin continued to pack up his tools, keeping one eye on Gilles.  It looked like the tied man had something to say, but Martin didn’t really care.  Lots of his former ‘clients’ had words to share with him when he was done with them.

“Listen…” Gilles started, then faded off again, giving them an awkward pause.  Martin had just finished packing, zipped his bag shut, and turned to Gilles.  He looked the man over, staring down at him.

“If you have something to say, say it.  Otherwise I’m going.  Enjoy paying alimony to a dog.”

“No… don’t go!” Gilles’ flustered voice called out.   He blushed a deep scarlet.

“Whatever my wife paid you, I’ll pay you double… if you do this to me again.”

Martin stopped cold in his tracks, spun on his heel, and smiled.

“That can be arranged,” he said with a smile.

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I don't normally re-blog other people's content, but I had to reblog this. I love the way he just casually talks about his feet while wiggling his toes. Doesn't hurt that his feet are hot and he's pretty cute. I'd love to give him a follow wherever he posted this. Does anyone know who this is? Can you let me know?

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F is for FEET

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Just a curious question...

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Scott Becomes a Foot Slut: Part 2

Part 2 of the very first foot story I ever wrote many many moons ago. The boys met in college, separated, and re-unite over 10 years later. Totally NSFW, containing foot worship, sock stuff, foot job, a bit of tickling, and maybe a dick gets sucked.

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“Will that be cash, debit, or credit, sir?”

“Credit, thanks.”

It was Sunday afternoon, and Scott was doing what he did every Sunday afternoon: grocery shopping.  To most people it may seem boring, but for Scott, it was a chance to get away from everything and be alone with his thoughts.  Pushing the cart through the aisles, looking for the low sodium pickles, picking the freshest bread… all of this was zen for 36 year old Scott.  

When he was younger, especially in college, he was a party animal.  If someone told his younger, wilder self, that he would grow up and become a mild mannered suburban husband he would have laughed at them.  That wasn’t in the game plan.  He was going to live fast and hard.  Instead the highlight of his week was grocery shopping and low sodium pickles.  

He paid the cashier, collected his bags, and walked to his sensible Mazda hatchback.  It wasn’t the flashy car he’d always wanted, but it was within budget and good on gas.  His wife had the Mercedes SUV, but she was the higher earner and argued that  it meant she got the nicer car.  Not one to rock the boat, Scott agreed.

As he was loading the bags of groceries into his hatchback, a voice startled him.

“Scott?  Scott Parsons?  Is that you?”

“Huh?”

Scott turned around to see a man about his own age standing behind him holding his own bag of groceries.  There was something familiar about the guy, but Scott couldn’t quite place him.

“Oh shit, it is you!  How long has it been, man?”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

The man offered a large toothy grin.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about the best roommate you ever had?”

Scott’s entire face lit up, his smile matching that of the other man.

“Oh my God.  Kieran, is that you?!”

Kieran Dale.  Scott’s roommate during his first year at college.  The two shared a dorm room together and, for their first year at college, were inseparable.  They did everything together, attended every party together, and got up to things most roommates didn’t.  Just thinking about it made Scott’s toes curl in his black New Balance sneakers.  Kieran moved in with his boyfriend for their second year and slowly but surely the pair drifted apart.  They still ran into each other now and then, bumped into each other at parties, and went out for the occasional beer, but by the end of college the once close pair were nothing more than memories.

“Shit, for a second I thought you’d forgotten all about me!  How are you, man?”

How was he?  Did Kieran, a colourful blast from the past, just step into his boring life?  Scott tried to sound as convincing as possible.

“Yeah, I’m great.  Really great.  I’m married and work in an office downtown.  Things are great.  How about you?”

Kieran raised one eyebrow slightly.

“Married, huh?  Wow, never really saw that for you.  Happy for you though!”

Kieran set down his groceries.

“I’m doing good.  I never put my degree to work.  Honestly, what are you supposed to do with an English literature degree?  I sort of bounced between jobs, moved around, and just moved to town here a few months ago.  I’m working as a private personal trainer now.  Guess all that time at the gym is paying off!”

“What about boyfriend, or husband, or whatever?  Did you and whatshisname stay together?”

Kieran laughed, a sound Scott didn’t realise that he’d missed.

“Oh fuck no.  We broke up pretty much as soon as we graduated.  Naw, there’s no one in my life right now.  I’ve moved around too much to really settle down with someone.  Happy for you though!  With all the girls you were dating, I’m shocked you found one willing to settle down with you!”

Scott thought back to his man-whore days and felt his cheeks blush a little.  Kieran must have noticed it too, because his smile grew a little wider.

“Naw, Nicole is great.  We met maybe seven years ago?  Dated for two, married for 5.  She’s… yeah… she’s great.”

The smile on Kieran’s face dimmed a little, but the spark remained in his eyes.

“Sounds… great.  Yeah, I’m happy for you buddy.  I really am.”

Kieran and Scott stood there, awkwardly staring and smiling at each other until Kieran checked his watch.

“Oh shit, I’ve got a client in thirty minutes.  I got to run.  But Scott, man, it was great seeing you.”

Kieran stepped forward and wrapped Scott in a hug.  Startled for just a moment, Scott returned the embrace and wrapped his arms around his former roommate and best friend.  He didn’t know why, but he took a deep breath in, breathing in the scent of Kieran.  It was so familiar, and brought Scott back instantly to the days when they used to flop in the same bed together at parties, drunk and gossiping till they passed out.  

Kieran pulled back from the hug, gave a wave, picked up his groceries, and started walking away.  Before he knew what he was doing, Scott yelled out.

“Hey!  Wait!”

Kieran stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“Something wrong?”

Scott stumbled over his words for a second.

“No, um, nothing’s wrong.  Just… since you’re in town and all, I don’t know how busy you are or if you have a lot of friends locally or anything, but would you maybe want to get together sometime?  Like for a beer or something?”

Kieran just stood there for a second, causing Scott to freak out internally.  Certain he was about to be blown off, feeling himself crumble inside, Scott was instead shocked when Kieran gave a grin.

“Yeah, I’d love that.  Here, pass me your phone.”

With shaky hands, Scott opened the contacts on his phone and passed it to Kieran.  Kieran entered his number, then took a selfie for the contact picture.  He gave a wide grin and held his fingers up in a ‘peace’ sign.  Once he was done, Kieran passed the phone back.

“Feel free to text anytime.  If I’m not with a client, I’m generally around.  Still getting settled in around here, you know?”

Before he stepped away, Kieran’s eyes slowly, and obviously, dragged down to Scott’s feet.  Scott swallowed hard.

“Nice shoes, Scott.  They look… comfortable.”

With a wink, Kieran left.  Scott was thankful for that since he knew without a doubt that he was blushing all the way from his chest to the tips of his ears.

Scott slid into his small economical car and sat there for a few minutes, looking at Kieran’s name and picture in his phone.  His heart was beating too fast.  No, they did things that roommates didn’t typically do with each other, and seeing Kieran, touching him, fuck… even smelling him… was bringing back memories he hadn’t thought of in a long time.

Several days went by, and Scott couldn’t shake Kieran from his mind.  He went to work, he cooked dinner, and spent his evenings on the couch with his wife, not speaking to each other, re-watching old episodes of the Great British Baking Show till they wordlessly went to bed.  For a brief moment in that parking lot he had a pop of colour in his life.  Now things were back to being shades of grey.

One Friday night Scott came home to find a note from his wife saying she was out for the evening and he was on his own.  It wasn’t uncommon for his wife to head out for the night without telling him, but it always bothered him that he would find out by a note on the fridge in an empty house.  

Scott, still in his work clothes, flopped on the couch and thought about what he was going to do with his evening.  He entertained the idea of ordering a pizza and watching a movie, but his hand moved over the slight softening of his tummy and decided that maybe eating an entire pizza in his lonely state wasn’t the greatest idea.  He knew there were some leftovers in the fridge, but nothing in there appealed to him.  Without realising what he was doing, he pulled out his phone and brought up Kieran’s contact.

He stared at the name on his phone for a few minutes.  Kieran did say he wanted to get together, and Scott was practically aching to see Kieran again.  His eyes moved down to his brown leather work shoes and he flexed his toes in them.  Ever since he ran into Kieran, he’d been thinking about his feet a lot.

When Scott and Kieran were roommates, Scott’s socks kept going missing.  It turned out that Kieran had a foot fetish, and absolutely lusted after Scott’s feet and socks.  While Scott had been running around trying to find out where all his missing socks were going, Kieran had been stealing Scott’s used socks to sniff and jerk off into.  The revelation nearly destroyed their friendship.

But it didn’t.

Curious about what someone could find sexy about his feet, Scott had let Kieran play with them.  To say it was an eye opening experience would be an understatement.  For the rest of the year, Scott let Kieran do whatever he wanted to his feet.  Scott continued to go out with girls and Kieran continued to hook up with guys, but nothing felt as good as Kieran licking and chewing on his feet.  The first time Kieran sucked Scott’s toes, jerking him off at the same time, had been one of the greatest orgasms in Scott’s life.  The pair kept this foot play going as long as they were living together, but once Kieran got himself a boyfriend and moved in with him during their second year at college, all the foot play had stopped.  Scott never told anyone about this, and assumed that Kieran hadn’t either.  

Thinking back on their first time, Scott could feel himself getting hard in his pants.  Holding his phone in one hand, he brought his other down to his bulge to give it a squeeze and a rub.  His love life with his wife was on life support, and it had been a long time since he felt as horny as he did at this moment.  He continued to grope himself, letting his head fall back and giving a groan.

Without stopping to think whether it was a good idea or not, Scott typed out a message to Kieran.

Scott: Hey K. Super short notice, but Nicole is out for the night and I don’t have any plans. You feel like grabbing a beer or something? 

Scott read the message over a dozen times, then clicked send.  As soon as he did, he felt incredibly foolish.  They hadn’t seen each other in years.  What could they have in common now?

Quickly, Scott typed out another message.

Scott: It’s cool if you’re busy or don’t want to. Sorry for bothering you.

“Uuuugh I’m an idiot…”

Groaning, Scott flopped dramatically on the couch, letting his phone fall to the floor.  He lay there for a few minutes, wallowing in embarrassment, when he heard his phone ping.  

“Fuck…”

He didn’t want to check.  He didn’t want to see what Kieran had to say.  He just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep off whatever delusional idea made him text his old roommate.

He couldn’t though.

Picking up his phone, Scott unlocked it and went to his messages.

Kieran: Hey Scott! I was just thinking about you! I’m totally free tonight, let’s do this. There’s a bar near my place I’ve been wanting to check out. How about I send you the address and we meet there in an hour? 🙂

Scott read and re-read the message.  Kieran was actually saying yes.  He wanted to get together.  He was taking him up on his offer.

And… Kieran said he’d been thinking about him.

Scott: Yeah! Send it over and I’ll meet you there  👍

Kieran sent the address and Scott googled it.  Kieran must have lived on the other side of town, because it was going to take Scott close to a half hour to get there.  He didn’t have time for a shower, but Scott did have time to get changed.  Going up the stairs three steps at a time (he hadn’t felt this light in a while) he changed out of his work clothes and into jeans and a white tee-shirt.  He sat on the edge of the bed and was about to pull off his socks when he stopped.  He’d been wearing his black work socks all day.  They weren’t dirty, they weren’t uncomfortable, but normally at the end of the day he changed his socks.  He thought back to the way Kieran used to sniff and jerk off to his used socks and thought to himself… what would Kieran want?  Scott swallowed hard, and after a few seconds, he stood up without changing them.  Kieran would want him to wear the same pair of socks he’d worn all day.  Nothing was going to happen, but the thought of what Kieran would want him to do gave Scott a thrill of excitement.  

But nothing was going to happen.  RIght?

Traffic was bad, and by the time Scott found a place to park he was running ten minutes behind.  Anxiety pounding, he rushed into the bar and looked around, hoping that Kieran had decided to wait for him.  It didn’t take long to spot Kieran in a booth in the back.  The moment their eyes locked, both gave each other a wide grin and Kieran waved Scott over.  Scott could almost feel a bounce in his step as he crossed the room and joined Kieran in the booth.

“Scott!  Glad you found the place!  I have to admit, I was getting a little worried you weren’t going to show.”

“Fuck, sorry about that.  I always try, but I just can’t ever get anywhere on time.”

“Oh, believe me, I remember.  Remember that time I waited for you because we both had the same exam?  Poli Sci?  Jesus, we had to run our asses off to get there, and we literally just arrived as they were closing the doors to the examination hall.  Honestly man, I’m shocked you passed anything.”

“Oh fuck off, it’s not my fault we didn’t leave on time.  I couldn’t find a single pair of socks to wear.  Whose fault was that?”

Kieran gave a wide and unrepentant grin.

“Okay, well, maybe that one time was on me.”

The pair ordered their first pitcher and started talking.  It was a little awkward at first, but pretty soon they found a good rhythm.  After a half hour, they were talking and laughing like no time had passed.  They talked about their glory days in college, shared life updates on the people they both used to know and party with, reminisced about the adventures they used to have, and caught each other up on where they were in their lives right now.  They ordered pitcher after pitcher of beer, a few appetizers to soak the beer up, and kept talking until they were told the bar was closing and they had to leave.

Scott checked his phone.

“Shit, I didn’t realise what time it was.  Fuck.”

“Man, I lost track of time, too.  Sorry Scotty.”

“It’s not your fault.  I just, I mean, I haven’t had as good a night out as this in a long time, you know?”

Kieran locked his eyes on Scott’s face and nodded.

“Yeah, I kind of got that vibe from you.”

There was an awkward silence for a beat before Scott gave a soft sigh.

“Thank you man, honestly.  I really needed this tonight.  Please, let’s not let this be a one and done, okay?”

“No, we should absolutely do this again.  Just maybe next time we’ll keep an eye on the time.”

They settled their tabs and stood up from the booth.  As he got up, Scott had to put one hand on the table to keep from wobbling over.

“I see some shit never changes.  Still a lightweight, Scott?”

“Oh fuck off.  I remember having to help you stumble home more than a few times.”

“And I remember you passed out in random places at most parties.”

Kieran gave Scott a serious look.

“You’re not good enough to drive.”

“Fuck, you’re right.  Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think I might be drunk.”

Kieran laughed and threw an arm over Scott’s shoulders.

“Oh, you’re drunk alright.  Here, come home with me,  I’m literally just a few blocks away.  You don’t have to spend the whole night if you don’t want to but I want to get some water and coffee in you before I send you home.  Deal?”

Scott, Kieran’s protective arm thrown around his shoulder, leaned into his friend.  It felt like old times.

“Yeah, sure.  Bring me home, K.”

Kieran kept Scott upright for the walk to his condo.  It had been a long time since Scott had had this much to drink, and even longer since he’d been this drunk, but he loved every second of it.

Kieran’s building looked new and modern, right down to the manned front desk.  The man in uniform working this evening tipped his hat to Kieran as he dragged a drunk Scott through the foyer.

“Good evening Mr. Dale.  Is everything okay?”

Kieran gave the man a wave.

“We’re all good, Phil.  Just a little too much to drink.  Have a good night.”

One short elevator ride later, Kieran opened the door to his condo and ushered Scott in.  Once the lights were turned on Scott could see that Kieran must do pretty well for himself.  The condo wasn’t huge, but everything looked clean, modern, and expensive.  Kieran helped Scott to a long leather couch, laid him down, and went to the kitchen for some water.

“Man, this feels like college.  I get drunk, and you’re my own personal nurse.  God I miss college.”

Kieran came back to the couch with a glass of water and put it down on the coffee table in front of Scott.

“Those were good days.  Shit, seems like a lifetime ago.  But right now, drunk with you?  I feel like we need to get up early tomorrow to write an exam.”

Kieran sat down on one side of the couch by Scott’s feet. 

“Scott…”

“Kieran?”

“Scott, can I be honest with you about something?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

“Ever since I ran into you in the parking lot, I’ve been thinking about you.  I just can’t get you out of my mind.  I feel so shitty that we grew apart, and I can’t explain to you how happy I am that we bumped into each other.”

“Me too, K.  Me too.”

“Really?”

“Shit yeah.”

Scott felt something break inside his chest, something that he just had to get out.

“My life sucks, man.  I go to work, come home, only to go to work again the next day.  I have a wife who barely speaks to me, who never wants to spend time with me.  Our love life?  Dead.  My friends?  None to speak of.  I’m just lonely and tonight I can’t stop thinking…”

“Can’t stop thinking about what, Scott?”

Scott took another deep shaky breath.

“I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about… you know…”

“I don’t know.  You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’m here for you Scotty.”

“I can’t stop thinking about the shit we used to do.”

Kieran gave a chuckle.

“Honestly, me too.  The parties.  The clubs.  The girls and the guys?  We were wild, man.”

“That’s… not what I’m talking about…”

There was a pregnant pause in the room, like all of the air was suddenly sucked out.

“Do you mean… this?”

Scott felt a tentative hand caress the top of his sneaker.  Scott swallowed and nodded.

“Yeah.  That.  Are you… still into that stuff?”

Kieran gave a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, of course.  It’s not the sort of thing you just grow out of.  It’s grown and evolved over the years, but my fetish is still there.  Can I be honest and vulnerable and shit for a minute?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I still think about the stuff we used to do.  Your feet and all that.  No word of a lie, Scotty, your feet are the hottest I ever fucked around with.  When I moved out I snagged a few pairs of your socks…”

“Yeah, I noticed when I couldn’t find them…”

“... yeah, well, let me tell you, the day those socks stopped smelling like you was a really sad fucking day.”

There was another pause in the conversation.  

Scott gave a gentle cough.

“What… what if I gave you a new pair?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m here.  You’re here.  I’ve been wearing these socks all day…”

“Scott… I don’t know.  That was such a long time ago.  We were practically kids.”

“K, listen to me.  Those were the best days of my life.  I want to relive whatever I can.  Running into you like this, it feels like it was meant to be.  I… I want you to have them.”

Kieran opened and closed his mouth a few times, wringing his hands.

“But… What if I want more than just your socks?  What about your wife?”

“K, I’m drunk and I’m horny.  That used to be us every fucking night.  I still jerk off thinking of my toes in your mouth.  Just, fucking do it.  Before I lose my nerve.”

Scott rolled over so he was laying on his back.  Lifting his legs up, he put his feet in Kieran’s lap.

“Please Kieran, I want to feel something.”

Kieran put his hands on Scott’s shoes and slowly started undoing the laces.

“Well, if you put it that way, Scott, what sort of host would I be if I said no?”

Scott felt the shoe slip off his left foot.  He flexed his toes, feeling freedom from his shoe.  When he heard a huffing sound Scott opened his eyes and looked up at Kieran.  His old roommate had Scott’s shoe over his mouth and nose, inhaling the scent.

“You sniff shoes now, too?  Gross.  Pervert”

Kieran closed his eyes, took another deep inhale, and let the shoe drop to the floor.

“Fuck, Scott.  You still smell so good.”

Kieran repeated the same process with the other shoe: untying it, slipping it off, inhaling the scent of it, and dropping it.  Scott was now laying on the couch, his feet, just in black socks, resting in his old friend’s lap.  The air was sexually charged, and Scott could already feel the beginnings of an erection in his jeans.

“Are you sure, Scott?  We can stop right here if you want.  I really, really, REALLY, want to do more.  But only if you’re okay with it.”

Scott didn’t answer.  Not with words, anyways.  He raised one of his feet and pressed it right into Kieran’s face.  His old roommate gave a small squeal of surprise, but that quickly melted away in a moan.  Kieran nuzzled his face into the damp sock, breathing in the scent of Scott’s socked foot.

“Fuck, Scott.  Shit man.  You smell exactly how I remember.  Nothing has changed.”

Scott felt Kieran’s hands grab his foot and press it tightly into his face.  He could feel Kieran’s lips, his nose, his chin, every feature of his face.  Scott leaned his head back and closed his eyes.  His feet had always had a bit of a strong scent to them, and with his shoes off and his socks airing out, the room was starting to smell like Scott.  It instantly brought him back to the days where they would both fool around in their dorm room, and he could feel his erection getting harder.

After a few minutes of Kieran sniffing Scott’s socked foot, Scott raised his other foot and brought it to Kieran’s face.  

“This one is getting lonely down here.”

Taking both feet firmly by the ankles, Kieran pressed them together and shoved his face between them.  Scott could hear him sniffing, moaning, and grunting.  Scott reached down and groped his own crotch and gave a moan of his own.

The pair continued like this for several minutes.  Kieran enjoyed the feel and scent of Scott’s socks while Scott rubbed his crotch.  Both were completely lost in their own sensations.

“Kieran…,” Scott breathed heavily.

Not pulling his face away, Kieran spoke with the feet still pressed firmly in his face. “Scott.  I’m busy.  What do you want?”

“You can… you can pull the socks off whenever you want… you know.”

“Mmm, thought you’d never ask.”

Nothing happened for a few seconds before Scott felt a finger slide into the cuff of his sock.  The sensation of skin on skin caused a small gasp to escape from Scott’s throat.  Kieran and Scott had touched each other in all sorts of places, some of them incredibly intimate, but that single finger was more intimate than anything Scott had had in a long time.

Kieran’s finger dragged the sock down, exposing Scott’s ankle.  The dragging stopped, and Scott felt a light and gentle kiss on his exposed ankle bone.  The sock was dragged lower, and more kisses peppered the slowly exposed foot.  The finger dragged the sock over the heel and stopped again.  Kieran kissed the centre of the heel before radiating in kisses in a circle around the whole heel.  Scott’s breath became choppy.  How long had it been since he’d felt another person’s lips on his skin?  He couldn’t even remember.

The sock slid further, exposing Scott’s arch.  Kieran pressed his face into the sole, planting one long sloppy kiss and inhaling the scent of the skin deeply.  Scott, his eyes closed and head lolling back, squeaked in surprise when Kieran gave the arch a playful nip.

“Hey!  Careful with those teeth!”

Kieran just chuckled and continued pulling the sock off, finally slipping it free of Scott’s toes.  With his foot now fully bare, Scott curled and uncurled his toes, flexed them out, and looked up at Kieran’s face.  His former roommate met his eyes, gave him a wink, and then turned his attention completely to the bare foot in front of him.

“God Scott, after all these years, these are still some of the most perfect feet I have ever seen.”

In any other context, that would have been a strange thing to say.  Right now, with the two of them on the couch together, Scott felt himself blush bright red and his pants tighten.

Then, the moment Scott had been dreaming about for years happened: Kieran took Scott’s big toe into his mouth, wrapped his lips around it, and sucked on the digit.  Scott’s eyes went wide, he arched his back, and gasped.  It was like the first time all over again.  

“Kieran… K… shit, holy shit.”

Kieran, his eyes closed, didn’t respond.  He just continued to suck on the toe, bobbing his head ever so slightly as he did.  He finally opened his mouth a few moments later, but it was just to take the next two toes into his mouth, too.  Scott gasped again as he felt a warm wet tongue worm its way between the toes in Kieran’s mouth.

“Kieran… damn… just… shit…”

Kieran continued to suck on Scott’s toes, moving down the line, taking more in his mouth to taste and tease.  While Kieran enjoyed Scott’s toes, Scott himself was rubbing his erection through his jeans.  He could feel his cock straining against the fabric.  His hand went to his button, which he undid, and then went for his zipper.  He was startled when Kieran slapped his hand away.

“I’ll deal with that later,” Kieran growled before taking Scott’s toes back in his mouth.

With much less fanfair, Kieran dropped the foot he’d been working on and grabbed the other foot still in it’s sock.  Biting the tip of the toes, Kieran ripped the sock off with his teeth in one fluid motion.  He took a moment to appreciate the barefoot in front of him before he pressed his face into it, nose nestled in the toes.  He took a deep breath in.

Even though he just had his socks off, Scott felt incredibly naked in front of his old roommate.  The way Kieran just worshiped every inch of Scott’s feet was such an incredible turn on.  Strange, yes, but still a turn on.  Not knowing what to do, Scott reached forward with his spit slicked foot and pressed it into Kieran’s crotch.  He’d seen Kieran’s dick before, but it always impressed him just how large his former roommate was when he was hard.  His foot pressed into that length, grinding into it.  Kieran gasped and, despite himself, humped into Scott’s foot.

“Oh Scott.  Yeah,” he said, sloppily licking from Scott’s heel to his toes, “let me get my pants off and do that again.”

“Can I get my pants off too now?”

Kieran met Scott’s eyes and gave him a wolfish grin.

“No dice, Scotty.  Your pants come off when I’m good and ready.”

Kieran stood up and slipped his pants and underwear right to the floor.  His hard cock sprung to attention, pointed directly at Scott’s feet on the couch.  It was long, hard, thick, and a bead of precum glistened at the tip.

“Alright Scotty, I can’t take it anymore.  I need to feel those feet on my dick.  You up for it?”

Scott could do little more than whimper and nod.  Kieran had fucked his feet a few times when they were roommates, and though Scott didn’t think of himself as gay, there was something incredibly erotic about it.  The feel of the dick on his soles.  The splash of hot cum on his skin.  He wanted it so badly.

Kieran stepped closer to the edge of the couch, where Scott’s feet lay waiting for the dick that was going to fuck them.  Taking Scott’s ankles into his hands, Kieran brought the feet back up to his face and started licking them.  Scott had to admit that laying here on his back, his feet up in his friend’s face, and said friend’s dick out, hard, and dripping because of his feet was the most erotically charged scenario he’d found himself in since… a very long time.

“Can I take my fucking pants off now?”

“Not till I say you can, Scotty.  Got to be patient.”

Once his arches were sufficiently coated with spit, Kieran brought Scott’s feet down to dick level.  He held the ankles tightly and brought the feet right to his dick, pressing into them.  Kieran’s cock slid right over the slick skin, sliding between the arches, cock head right up to Scott’s toes, and balls resting on Scott’s heels.  Kieran panted for a moment, but just kept his dick where it was.   

Scott knew how Kieran liked his foot jobs.  He knew that his friend was going to grab his ankles and pound his soles like a machine.  Feeling a little cheeky, and very much turned on, Scott decided to take charge.  Before Kieran could keep going, Scot pulled his feet back, then slowly slid Kieran’s cock between them again.  He didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep his legs up in the air, but he started to slowly tease the long hard dick with his feet.

“Fuuuuuuck Scott…” Kieran moaned, dropping the ankles and running his hands through his hair, “that feels incredible.”

Scott didn’t say anything, but continued to tease his friend’s dick with his feet.  He spread his feet apart a bit, letting the cock head slip between them, then took as firm hold of the head as he could with his arches.  He started rubbing the head with his arches with long, slow, and even strokes.

“Scott… buddy… I’m not going to last long…”

“Then maybe I can take my pants off now?”

“Not a fucking chance.”

Scott continued to tease Kieran’s cock with his arches, sliding them over and over again.  He pulled his feet away, earning a complaint for Kieran, and then grabbed the dribbling cockhead with his toes.  Scott could feel the dick jump in his grasp.

“Oh Scott, that’s good.  That’s gooooood  Keep going…”

With short little jerks, Scott used just his toes to edge the head of Kieran’s cock.  Those toes, which had just been in Kieran’s mouth not long before, were apparently doing a good job.  Kieran’s eyes were tightly closed, his mouth open, and he was breathing hard.  His chest had become flushed and sweat was dripping from his forehead.  In fact, his whole body looked like it was developing a sheen.  He was getting close.

“Scott, this feels so fucking good, but you’re killing me here.  I gotta cum man.  I gotta.”

“I’ll make a deal.  If you let me take off my pants, I’ll let you cum.  Deal?”

“Arrugh… fine.  Deal.  Just please, put me out of my misery!”

Scott didn’t waste a second.  He unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear and pants down to his knees.  His own erection was free at last.  It landed with a smack against his stomach, where it promptly started to ooze pre-cum.

Kieran had always done the work when it came to foot jobs, but Scott felt the urge to take control here and now.  He put his sole of one foot against the head of Kieran’s hard and leaking dick, and started furiously rubbing the other up and down the length of it.  To Scott, it looked a little bit like trying to start a fire with a pair of sticks.  He kept going, urged on by Kieran’s loud moans.

“Fuck Scott…. Scotty… I’m so close, it’s so good… keep going.”

Scott kept going.  He could feel the pre-cum, freely flowing, smearing on his soles.  The hard length between his feet.  His own cock was a mess, and he hoped it would be his turn to cum soon.

“Damn… Scotty… I’m cumming…”

Scott kept going, stroking Kieran’s cock with his feet as as he brought Kieran to orgasm.  His former roommate cried out, took hold of Scott’s ankles, and began to cum all over them.  Scott felt the familiar sensation of seed spurting all over his soles and toes.  Gooey globs of cum soaked his feet, strands of it sliding between his toes.  

Scott just lay there, looking up at his sweaty friend as he marked Scott’s feet as his own.  Kieran continued to stroke himself, to rub his cock head on Scott’s messy feet, until at last he was completely drained.

“Was that… good?” Scott asked after the pair had been silent for a few minutes.

“Scotty, baby, that was amazing.  I didn’t think I would ever do that again with your feet, and yet here we are.  It was amazing.  Honestly.  You have no idea.  How was it for you?”

Scott thought for a moment before replying.

“It was amazing for me, too.  I mean, obviously more for you since you just sort of had sex with my feet, but I love everything that just happened.  I missed this so much and I didn’t even know it.  But… please… can I get off now?”

Kieran laughed and nodded.

“Yes, Scott, it’s your turn now.  And I want to do something we’ve never done before.  So just don’t freak out, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t.  I trust you.”

Without a word, Kieran lowered himself to the couch till his face was right at Scott’s crotch.

“Feet are amazing, but I like dick, too.  And I’m going to suck you off with a little something extra, okay?”

Scott hadn’t had a blowjob in years.  The very thought of it made his dick jump.  He just nodded.

Kieran grabbed Scott by the base of the cock and swallowed it whole.  Scott gasped, and for a second thought he might cum right there and then.  He and Kieran had done plenty of things together, but never this.  

Kieran sucked on Scott’s dick, his tongue rolling around the head, earning him pearls of precum.  He bobbed his head a few times and even took Scott into his throat.  Girls had obviously sucked him before, but there was something so much more intimate about what Kieran was doing than Scott had ever experienced.

Kieran let go of the root of Scott’s cock, but continued bobbing and sucking.  His hands went to Scott’s knees, and he started pushing them back, bringing Scott’s legs back up into the air.

“K… not complaining, but… ugh… what are you doing?”

Kieran never took his mouth off Scott’s dick, but once he had Scott’s legs back far enough, his hands left the knees and travelled up to find Scott’s feet.  He took one foot in each hand, still slimy with cum, and started to message them.  Scott felt a shudder go through his body.  After all the worship and fucking, his feet were incredibly sensitive, and it felt amazing.  Having his dick sucked and his feet played with at the same time was certainly new, and Scott knew already that he loved it.

Then Kieran’s nails dug into the cum splattered soles.  Scott immediately jumped, and a laugh barked out of his mouth.

“What the FUCK!?  HA HA!   KIERAN!”

Kieran’s mouth was sunctioned onto Scott’s dick and wasn’t coming off for anything.  He continued to suck, picking up speed and intensity.  His fingers, meanwhile, attacked the sensitive soles of Scott’s feet.  Kieran had playfully tickled Scott a few times, just a little bit, but this was insane.

“KIERAN!  HAA HA!  K!  STOOOOP!”

The sucking continued.  The tickling continued.  And suddenly, explosively, Scott came with little warning.

“HA HAA!  FUUCK!  KIEEEERAAAAN!”

Scott’s hips jumped as he shot again and again into his friend’s mouth and down his throat.  He never thought it would be possible, but at the age of 36 he was having the most intense orgasm of his life.  Every bit of his skin was tingling, but his cock and feet felt like they were on fire.  He cried out, hands in fists at his side, as the pleasure took him.

Kieran continued to suck on Scott until he was soft again.  The hands, which had been tickling Scott’s feet, returned to a gentle and relaxing massage.  When he was done, Kieran let Scott’s feet go and flopped ontop of his friend.  Both of them were breathing heavily, panting, and covered in cum and sweat.

Finally, Scott broke the silence.

“Kieran… what the fuck was that?” 

 Kieran chuckled and hauled himself up off of Scott.

“So I like tickling now.  I didn’t really get into it until after college.  I just wanted to see if your feet were ticklish to the point where I could get you off.  And guess what?  It worked!”

Scott gave a gentle laugh and rolled over, a great tiredness coming over him.

“Kieran, seriously, thank you.  This has been an amazing night.” Kieran came up to the end of the couch, gave Scott a little kiss on the forehead, and padded away to the bedroom.

“No, thank you, Scotty.  You sleep, and tomorrow I’ll feed you, water you, and send you on your merry way.  We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

As Kieran flipped off the light switch, plunging the room into darkness, Scott called out.

“Hey K?”

“Yeah Scott?”

“We’re going to do this again, right?”

Kieran laughed, turned around, and headed towards his bedroom.

“Scott, believe me, you’ll have a harder time keeping me off your feet than you did back in college.  You’re good.”

With his friend’s cum drying on his over sensitive feet, Scott fell asleep with a smile.

[tickle-minion]

Representation matters. Now more than ever.

Random rant: Can we please get a Hollywood/TV director like Quentin Tarantino but for men’s feet instead? We want our representation too! Ok, thanks.

[tickle-minion]

Looking for a specific TopTicklePig video

Someone reached out to me to see if I had any videos of TTP tickling a tickle boy named Zero. I never met that particular guy, and don't know the video. I checked gayforit and it doesn't seem to be posted there. I don't think TTP posted his videos anywhere else (that I know of) but does anyone know where I might be able to find Zero getting tickled? I have two stills from the video, but since I try and keep my blog clear or dick and ass (both of which appear in the stills) I won't post them here. If you think you might know the video and want to see the stills to confirm, just DM me and I'll share.

Any help is appreciated!

[tickle-minion]

So Tumblr is up to it's old tricks and removing posts of mine. Boo, bad Tumblr! This is one photo set that got taken down of a foot friend of mine who wanted me to share his pictures here. His feet are insanely ticklish, and he's one of those incredibly hot guys whose feet are an incredibly sensitive erogenous zone for him.

Fingers crossed we get to meet up again soon!

[tickle-minion]

Wow, y'all are perverts.

You're in good company 😄

Story Suggestions?

It's been a minute since I've posted or written any stories. School got busy, then vacation (which was lovely and I wore sandals the entire time), then just a lack of inspiration.

Give me a hand here:

Anyone have any fun and kinky story ideas I could expand upon? Any fun images that could be worked into a story? Submit something!

Just looking for a kick in the pants to get back into writing!

[tickle-minion]

Just two of my favourite things together: Star Trek and foot fetishes.

[tickle-minion]

Story Suggestions?

It's been a minute since I've posted or written any stories. School got busy, then vacation (which was lovely and I wore sandals the entire time), then just a lack of inspiration.

Give me a hand here:

Anyone have any fun and kinky story ideas I could expand upon? Any fun images that could be worked into a story? Submit something!

Just looking for a kick in the pants to get back into writing!