LUKE: I met him online. Straight, married and in love with his wife.
Yet, there he was, telling me about some male to male fantasies he had. He said he wanted to be tied down and tickled by a man. Nothing sexual. He insisted on that. In his thirties, 6'2 and 230 pounds. To overpower such a big guy would be a challenge.
We've been chatting for almost a year. It took me some time to earn his trust. He told me about his childhood. His brothers used to tickle him all the time. We talked about the middle child syndrome where the older child gets the awards, the younger gets the love, and the middle one gets nothing. Maybe his fetish had something to do with getting attention. Then again who knows. As far as I am concerned, I've been into feet since I can remember. Being an only child I didn't have any similar experiences. Mine were with classmates. At sleepovers I always ended up stripping the heavy sleeper off his shoes and socks and smelling his dogs. As an adult I became interested in bondage and have seduced quite a few guys. I offered Eric to do the same to him.
"What do you do to them once they are tied up?" He was finally thinking about it...
I pictured him tied down. I would worship his size 13's, then I would find his every ticklish spot. Then I would tease him and edge him til he begged to be allowed to cum. He raised an objection here. "Nothing sexual, I mean it" he warned me. I suggested we let his dick decide about that. Our dicks know better than we do, right?
"Eric, are you hard right now?" I asked him.
He didn't answer.
ERIC: He asked if I was hard at the moment. OK, what if I was? I mean, dicks get hard for no reason. I've been clear to him about it. I am straight. I have a very nice looking wife and enjoy the sex I have with her. Tickling is something else. I should propably stop chatting since he didn't seem to understand, but truth is, I really liked sharing this other side of me with him. Could there be a reason after all for my pre-cum spotted underwear each time we signed off? The night we set a date I was so excited I fucked my wife exploding with an orgasm that left her wondering what got into me. I didn't know either.
LUKE: The moment he entered the house I could tell he was nervous. We had a few beers and agreed whatever happened next no one else would know. He could trust me. If he wanted out, I would untie him at once. I kept repeating that. I guess he already trusted me, otherwise he wouldn't be here, hearing it though helped him relax.
When I asked if he was ready he grabbed his beer and took one last swig.
"Yeah. Let's do it".
I guided him to the bedroom. I had wrist, ankle and torso restraints adjusted to the bed. Real strong ones, made out of leather. No doubt he didn't expect for something that professional. A stiff feather, a hairbrush and a bottle of baby oil were also on the bed. He tried to object but the knot in his throat wasn't convincing at all. The big guy was mine to do as I pleased.
"Keep quiet now! Strip down to your underwear and socks" I said with a firm voice, almost like an order.
ERIC: I was surprised to see his restraint equipment. I started to unlace my shoes thinking what had I gotten myself into. I could feel his eyes checking on my muscles as I stripped. Nothing to be ashamed of. I used to wrestle back in college. My knees buckled as he escorted me to the bed. He had me lie face up and tied me down. I instinctively tested the bonds to see if I could get free. Not a chance. Those leather restraints were designed to keep me down no matter what. I started to sweat a little as I realized how helpless I was. Better relax and accept what was coming. I had no other option. Luke picked up one of my shoes and gave it a whiff. He grinned. He let go of the shoe and started exploring my skin with his fingers. I jumped at his touch, but then I got control of myself. He asked me to reveal all my ticklish spots or else he'd have to find them out himself. It could be a lot worse that way, he said. I denied I was ticklish.
He run up and down my sides. His fingers in my ribs caused me to gasp. The stroking was light so far and just had me giggle so he picked up the pace. Slowly but surely it turned into tickling. I bit my lip, trying to resist this feeling. He took a feather and used it on my nipples. He had them stiff and irritated in a moment. I was highly sensitized by now. When that large feather entered my navel and began circulating round and round I burst into uncontrollable laughter. He let up on the navel and began attacking both pits. Having my hands secured above the head my pits were more than accessible. It's so frustrating to not be able to protect your own armpits. I squirmed as much as I could in those restraints. I kept laughing as his fingers were digging deeper into my hairy pits.
"Tickle, tickle, big guy. How does it feel?"
"Dude! Give me a break!"
LUKE: I offered him the break he asked for and headed for his size 13's protruding over the edge of the bed. His socks were perfectly clean and smelled so. I wouldn't mind them a bit dirty though. I fitted my cheek into the high arch on his left foot. It was still radiating heat and the sock against my face felt wonderful. I slowly worked the sock off. His sole was wide, with a nice arch and manly toes, smooth and uncalloused. He said he is rarely out of his shoes and socks.
ERIC: He seemed transfixed on my feet, which felt a bit weird. No woman was ever interested in them. I had a bath before coming still I was anxious my feet might smell. His firm hands massasing them felt kind of good. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Suddenly, I felt his teeth nibble my heel. He licked my sole up to the big toe and sucked it. I opened my eyes and saw him with my left foot in his mouth. The fucker's warm tongue was in between my toes. Who the hell likes licking in between one's toes?
"You've got great feet, big guy. Next time, though, I want you with a two days worn pair of socks". Next time? Helpless as I was at the moment I had doubts there would be a next time.
LUKE: The skin was light-colored and soft. His arch looked so soft and vulnerable. I used one hand to hold back the toes and stretch the arch, then I lightly scratched it with the tip of my long enough to give a nice scratch fingernail. He went crazy with laughter. His grunts and squeals were loud and pitiful. I alternated from his bare foot to the socked one, then I ripped off his other sock. Once both socks were removed it was time for the brush. The baby oil only made things worse. His toes curled and pointed, struggling to be away from the hard bristles of the brush. Who would have thought such a muscle man would have such ticklish little tootsies? He was soon red-faced with tears in his eyes. He started to cough and gasped for breath. I offered him some water.
ERIC: The brush on my poor feet was a whole other level. For a moment I thought I would go mad. My natural scent had returned in spite of the bath. My pits were stinking. Drops of sweat rolled down my face. The stirring of my manhood had turned into a huge boner, outlined against my sweaty underwear. He had to be blind not to notice. Luke walked over to the bed side table, opened the drawer and took out a large pair of scissors. That was when my phone rang. He grabbed the phone and put it to my ear. "Hey honey..." If only my wife could see me like that, strapped down naked on another man's bed, having just lost my underwear, my dick up in all of its glory, standing tall and waving back and forth, how would she react? I became even more aroused at the thought of her watching.
He stripped from the waste down and his beautiful 7' cock appeared. Without question bigger than mine, with two nice sagging balls. The fact that he was bigger made me feel somehow inferior to him. I found myself wanting to touch it. Maybe if I stroked his, he would stroke mine. That's not gay. It's only fair, right? My brothers and I used to jerk each other off while secretly watching porn. I felt a little jealous. Jealous of how big his cock was. Jealous of the fact that he could play with his while I could not play with mine. When he rubbed his fat mushroom cockhead on the sole of my foot, I was about to beg him to treat my hard on too. That's what he wanted, to have me begging.
LUKE: I sat down between his spread legs amd started tickling him under the knees and inner thighs. I could tell he was expecting, with a mix of fear and excitement, for me to touch his thus far ignored genitals, so I did. I tickled his balls and perineum, then took my feather and teased the cockhead. I leaned over and brought my face close to his.
"Your dick is telling me you like it. We had a deal, remember?"
I untied his legs so I could have access to his ass. He didn't resist. Spreading away the musky hair in the crack, I wormed his virgin hole, then oiled my finger and pushed in. His ass muscles clenched, struggling to keep me outside, but it was no match for my slippery finger. I added an extra finger. I reached the little joy button deep within his bowels and he started to leak pre-cum all over. His eyes rolled and he moaned. I scooped some up and held it to his lips. He hesitantly put out his tongue and licked his own pre-cum. Nothing sexual? Yeah, whatever...
ERIC: He opened his mouth and took my hard on all in. I guess it's true what they say about men sucking better than women. His technique got me hornier and hornier, but he knew how to keep me from shooting. He kept edging me for over an hour. This was an attitude adjustment. I had to beg to get what I wanted. I did beg. I had beed edged for too long and I couldn't help it anymore. He slipped his fingers back inside my hole and started to jerk me off with the other hand. I felt the climax building. No turning back this time. I moaned and blew a huge load that splattered everywhere.
"They say a person is even more ticklish after an orgasm. You think that's possible, big guy?"
I pleaded him to find out some other time.
LUKE: He was exhausted and soon fell asleep. His wife wouldn't be home so he had no reason to rush. I covered him and let him rest. He started snoring softly while I kneeled at his tasty 13's popping out of the blanket. I shot my load on his feet and licked them clean. I kept worshiping them all night long.
ERIC: Six months have passed and my "I'm straight" attitude is now gone. I mean, who I am kidding? I was totally broken that night. Every other week that my wife is out of town, I come over and surrender myself to Luke's leather restraints. He keeps me tied down for hours with short breaks just for toilet. Some foot worship, then lots of tickling, then two fingers up my butt. I always shoot like crazy. Those fingers never miss my prostate. Last time he brought his best friend in. Having both tickling me was extreme. It remined me of my brothers torturing me. I admit I kissed their feet and even sucked their cocks to make it stop. It's something I don't feel comfortable talking about.
Things are moving too fast and there is nothing I can do to put an end to this. Now my dick speaks for me. It's not about me anymore. It's all about it. It's all about that fucking hard on of mine.
I guess it knows better.
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