by Christopher Trevor and Adam H. Dedicated to: Wayne C. (for extra “Ticklish” pointers…)
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“HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, AAAAAAHHHRRRRR!!!” Chuck screamed his laughter again. “Daisy, LOOKIT this hyar shit baby, m-my socks, they, they’re a disappearin’ again!! And, and what good hosts we gots here baby, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, to make sure that my sweaty balls don’t miss out on the fun too!!”
All Daisy could do was look helplessly at her fiancé as he chortled and choked and laughed as he spoke.
“You are going to be amazed at what we have planned for you next buddy boy,” the van driver said directly into Chuck’s ear as the groom laughed and laughed…and laughed and laughed…and laughed and laughed…
A good half hour or so later Chuck was again lying atop the table, tied down and blindfolded as he had been before his captors had subjected him to the shoe shine machine. As soon as Chuck was again blindfolded all six of the guys took off their ski masks. Chuck’s feet were again bare, the socks having been left in the shoe shine device this time after they had been eaten off him.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH,” Chuck groaned in a man’s passion as Adam once more did his chore of stroking the groom’s gargantuan cock.
Adam held Chuck’s pulsing man meat straight out and his piss hole aimed at the open jar that already contained two of the groom’s shots of cum.
“OHHHHRRRR GAWD, fucker, whoever you are, jackin’ and a yackin’ my cock again,” Chuck panted. “I think I mighta mentioned it to you guys already, but I’ll say it again just in case here, I ain’t no faggot! Get your hands offen my danged baby maker you joker!!”
“But Chuckles, like I told you man, after you laugh your head off into oblivion after we tickle torture you I’m a gonna milk you,” Adam laughed, imitating Chuck in the way he spoke.
Chuck’s sweaty and tingling balls bounced up and down real sexily in their sac as Adam stroked and choked the groom’s pre cum slicked shaft. While Adam was busy pulling Chuck’s pud the van driver and Jack were getting Daisy untied from the chair.
“Now Daisy baby, as a weddin’ present for you we gots a real treat in store here,” the van driver said softly as he and Jack grabbed her scrawny arms, hefting her out of the chair and to her feet.
“WH-what in tarnation are you boys up to now?” Daisy asked as she was brought to her feet, watching at the same time as her man was jacked off, her pussy watering at the sight of that.
“Yuk, yuk, yuk and yum,” Jack said laughingly. “You all will find out soons enough Daisy honey, honey.”
“OHHHHRRRRRR FUCKING fuck fucker,” Chuck growled a few seconds later and then all the guys and Daisy watched as yet another good mess of the groom’s slop was siphoned from him and sloshed in the jar by Adam. “OOHHHRRRRRRR, you guys keep this up and I won’t have any left for the weddin’ night…”
As soon as Chuck was done spewing his load Adam capped the jar tight, placed it back up on the shelf and re positioned his video camera as the van driver and Jack brought Daisy over to the table that her groom was tied to. The six men quickly donned their ski masks again and Chris took Chuck’s blindfold off him.
“Looks like you get to watch the next event oh groom to be,” Jack chuckled and squeezed one of Chuck’s nipples real hard, twisting it for good measure. “Yuk, yuk, yuk, and yum.”
Watching Jack tweak her fiancé’s nipple sent ripples through Daisy’s being. Chuck let his eyes once more adjust to the light and then he looked up to see his poor fiancé in the van driver and Jack’s clutches.
“Now Daisy, sweet thang, how is this for a weddin’ buffet?” the van driver asked the bride to be, positioning Daisy by Chuck’s tied up bare feet.
Daisy secretly longed for her man’s feet. Looking down at them all sweaty, glistening from the tickling they’d endured, smelly and all tied up her mouth watered. At that moment she didn’t know that relief was just a few licks away.
“A live groom to be cocktail hour Daisy baby,” the van driver said as Jack tied Daisy’s hands back behind her. “At the weddin’ the bride and groom feed each other a piece of cake, its tradition honey. “But here today we’s a startin’ a new tradition…”
“Yeah, you is gonna feast on your groom to be’s stinky feet,” Jack laughed. “Yuk, yuk, yuk and YUM for you Daisy…”
“What in the fucking fuck did I just hear here?” Chuck snarled. “I ain’t a danged buffet for anybody to be a feastin’ on let alone my poor kidnapped fiancé! Fucking rascals you boys are!! WHOOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
To stop Chuck’s prattle Sam trailed a fingertip up and down the bottom of one of Chuck’s naked feet.
“Okay Daisy baby, here’s the new tradition I just mentioned to y’all,” the van driver said, moving the young lady closer to Chuck’s tied up feet at the end of the table he lay on. “Like most grooms to be I’m sure Chuckles here has cold feet. Now, we warmed ‘em up a tad by ticklin’ and shoe shinin’ them, as you seen already. But now it’s your turn to warm up those feet of his. Go on Daisy baby; give your husband to be a nice weddin’ present.”
The driver let go of Daisy’s arms and left her standing there with her hands tied behind her at her man’s tied up feet.
“Oh Chuck, oh Chuck,” Daisy said with tears in her eyes. “I-I really don’t, I don’t want to tickle you baby, but your feet…Oh Chuck, your feet, they, they’s a beautiful baby…”
All the men in the room stifled their laughter and Adam’s video camera captured the magic moment as the _expression on Chuck’s face became one of utter disbelief.
“Daisy, what in tarnation is you talking about girl?” Chuck ranted through clenched teeth. “Are you joinin’ their ranks baby, baby? You suddenly got a thang for my feets too Daisy girl?”
Without another word Daisy leaned down and began by one kissing her man’s toes.
“HUHHHHHHH!!! Holy fucks and land o goshin Daisy girl, you is kissin’ my danged toes, and I gots to say that that feels great baby, baby!”
Daisy nodded “Yes” and followed up the toe kissing by sucking two of Chuck’s small toes into her mouth and swirled her tongue on them.
“OOOOOO, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, that a tickles baby, that a tickles at that,” Chuck squawked. “Iffen you love me baby don’t tickle me…”
With her hands tied behind her Daisy leaned down a bit further and began kissing the bottoms of her man’s beefy feet, pressing her lips and tongue against the soles, inhaling her rugged fiancé’s raw foot scent.
“MMMMMM…” Daisy swooned.
Then, she stuck her tongue out and without wanting to, but not able to stop herself it seemed she began flicking the tip of her tongue up and down and up and down the bottoms of Chuck’s feet.
“YAHHHHHHHHHH, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!” Chuck screamed and was off and laughing yet again. “Daisy, you is what would be called a traitor girl!! OH MY FUCKS, you is ticklin’ my danged feet Daisy!”
”I love you Chuck, and I love your feets as well,” Daisy said and quickly resumed lick tickling her fiancé’s feet.
The six ski masked men joined in Chuck’s laughter as he whooped it up atop the table, struggling madly in the bondage as his fiancé licked his feet like a woman possessed.
“Looks like we turned them thar tables on you eh Chuck ol’ Chuckles?” the van driver sneered.
Daisy’s tongue felt like it was moving at hundreds of miles per hour as she licked and kissed and slathered it over and over Chuck’s arches now, they being the most tickle sensitive spots on his big feet.
“AAAAAHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Chuck laughed screamingly. “WH-what are you doin’ to me here girl??? Oh my lord of lords, you guys have a brainwashed my poor fiancé here!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Daisy, Daisy, please stop, stop it baby, baby!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, oh my fucks, oh my shit, but this is downrights evil!!”
Daisy hunkered herself upward and slid her tongue next over the thickly veined tops of Chuck’s feet. As she licked the thick skin Chuck’s toes twitched back and forth. Watching his fiancé lick tickle his feet somehow caused his Viagra induced erection to stalk up even more. Daisy looked at Chuck’s erection with her tongue hanging out, but instead of going for the gusto she licked his feet some more…
When she licked Chuck’s heels the groom to be arched his head back, looked behind him at his captors and the room spun as he laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed…
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! D-Daisy baby, I still loves you girl, but I sure as all hell and heaven wish you would stop a ticklin’ my danged feets!!” Chuck pleaded.
As Daisy lick tickled her fiancé’s feet Sam and Victor joined in the fun by tickling Chuck’s ribs and sides while the van driver and Jack went to work on his sweaty armpits.
“YAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I really am the danged tickle buffet here!!!” Chuck laughed and then all he heard was the sound of a man laughing nearly insanely as his head seemed to revolve in a revere orbit of sorts.
A while later Chuck was blindfolded again, all the men had taken off their ski masks and as Jack quickly retied Daisy to her chair the van driver fed Chuck some Viagra laced cool mineral water.
“There you go buddy boy, down the hatch,” the van driver said as Chuck chugged the cool liquid down, his Adam’s apple bobbing sexily.
Chuck’s huge stalk pointed up at the ceiling between his legs, his once more cum chocked balls resting on the tabletop as he gulped the water. His cock twitched back and forth, it oozed thick droplets of pre cum and Daisy’s mouth salivated at the sight of that. While she had been licking his feet she had considered gobbling his huge erection into her mouth and pleasuring him a bit. God knew, after what the six guys had done to him tickle-wise Chuck sure as hell did deserve some pleasuring. But somehow Daisy got the feeling that had she attempted to pleasure her fiancé in that way the van driver would not have allowed it. For some reason the men wanted her man’s slop collected in that danged jar.
“I-I gots to pee,” Chuck drawled, sounding very Forrest Gump when he was done drinking the water.
“Not a problem buddy o’ mine,” Adam said, sounding evil. “We have one more tickling stint to put you through and then after I milk you in the jar again I’ll use another jar for your yellow stream…”
Chuck pursed his lips together, his balls churned and he mumbled miserably, “Oh dang it all, theys a gonna tickle me yit again…”
Then, a few moments later Daisy watched as the van driver produced a jar of skin cream of some sort. He and Jack slathered her fiancé’s feet liberally with the cream, making sure to really spread the stuff well and all over her tied down groom’s tootsies.
“Dang, what now, feels like I’m getting a goddamned pedicure here,” Chuck ranted through clenched teeth.
“Close, but no cigar for the groom to be,” Jack chuckled. “Yuk, yuk, yuk and yum…”
“Pedicures is for women folk,” Chuck seethed as his feet were sopped and slathered with the skin cream.
When the van driver and Jack were done Chris and Adam next took their turn. They rubbed the cream between and all over Chuck’s toes, meanly stealing tickle moments as they did so.
“Ho, ho, ho, I don’t think I needs no three guesses here to know what you mugs are up to now,” Chuck panted as his bare feet were soaked in skin cream.
“Figured it out already eh Chuck ol’ Chuckles?” the van driver asked. “That skin cream is going to make those huge feets of yours even more tickle sensitized buddy… HO, ho, ho for you…”
When Chuck’s feet were drenched and sopping with skin cream Sam and Victor each took a portable, battery operated hairdryer out of a box. They stepped to Chuck’s creamy looking feet and aimed their driers at them. They clicked them on to a “High Heat” setting and began blow drying the groom to be’s slicked feet.
“H-hey, what now???” Chuck ranted, straining at his bonds. “F-fucking fuckers, what in tarnations are you mugs up to now? Daisy, are they a blow dryin’ my danged creamed up feets heeyar?”
“Th-that’s what they’re a doin’ Chuck, although I don’t knows why,” Daisy responded.
“Allow me to explain you two lovebirds,” the van driver said, stepping next to Chuck and tweaking one of his jutted up nipples.
Chuck’s huge hard cock twitched and dribbled pre cum as his nipple was squeezed.
“When you cream up a tickle victim’s feet and then blow dry them it makes the feet very soft and therefore ten times more tickle sensitive as well,” the van driver said, sounding out-rightly sadistic. “What we’re a gonna do here is give you three helpins of slopping and a swilling your feet with the cream we put on it already Chuck ol’ Chuckles and we’ll dry em’ up real nice for you too…three times.”
As the van driver spoke Chuck’s eyes rolled in his head in disbelief behind his blindfold and a look of total terror had come into Daisy’s eyes.
“Oh please, don’t tickle him no more,” Daisy pleaded. “Especially iffen his feets are all soft and sensitive like…”
The van driver chuckled meanly and then Sam and Victor turned off their portable hair dryers. Chris and Adam quickly went to work slathering the groom to be’s bare feet with a second coating of skin cream.
“Wow, his feet feel softer already…” Adam commented handling Chuck’s left foot with a tight grip as he liberally lotioned it.
A short while later the sounds of Chuck’s laughter filled the cabin as all six men, each of them armed with a stiff quill-like feather tickle tortured the young man’s heated, sensitized feet…
“HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, oh glory be!!!” Chuck screamed. “They was right Daisy, they was right, oh tarnation!!! They was right!!! After creaming up a guys feet and a blow-dryin’ them it sure as fucks does make them all the more ticklish…OHHHHHHRRRRRR HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
The six men all glided the tips of their feathers up and down and up and down the bottoms, sides, arches and heels of Chuck’s quivering feet. Daisy watched transfixed as her fiancé’s feet sweated skin cream as the six men all feather tickled them… Once again she wanted to be lick tickling her man’s bare feet…
After they had all tickled Chuck’s creamy and heated feet for nearly forty five minutes Adam was busily stroking the groom to be’s erect cock, his piss slit aimed at the jar of his already accumulated sperm.
“OHHHHHHHHH, wh-when this over I’ll sure have lots to think about you varmints,” Chuck prattled and his huge muscles flexed involuntarily in the tight bondage. “Never knew that my danged cock could get so worked up just from a bein’ tickle tortured like all of you a been doin’ to me here…”
It took a while longer this time but once more Chuck shot a hefty sized load of spunk, adding substantially to what was already in the jar.
“OHHHRRRRRR, fucking fucks fucker, whoever you are, milkin’ and exploitin’ my danged manhood here…” Chuck panted as he seemed to cum and cum once again.
When he was done he once more drawled, “I gots to pee…” sounding very Forrest Gump again. Adam quickly picked up another jar, said, “Go for it Chuck” and while Adam held his deflating cock in hand Chuck pissed a long frothy yellow stream into the jar… The sound of his pissing as it filled the jar was somehow erotic to the tied down groom to be…
“Bet that’s a relief eh Chuck ol’ Chuckles?” the van driver asked.
As he finished pissing Chuck smiled behind his blindfold and said, “It sure is…STEVE…”
The van driver’s jaw dropped and he said, “WHAT??? How in hell did you know?”
That said the driver whipped Chuck’s blindfold off him. Chuck looked up at his older brother and his smile spread longer on his bearded and handsome face.
“Who else calls me Chuck ol’ Chuckles?” Chuck asked and looked around at the rest of the assembled men, smiling more-so. “I see your gang’s all here…”
“At what point did you know Bro?” Steve asked as he began untying his younger brother’s feet while Jack untied Daisy.
“I thinks it was when you had my socked feet in that danged shoe shiner machine…” Chuck responded. “Somehow I just knew…or maybe I knew all along. I means, you’re the one who told me about that secluded spot at the lake where a couple could go to be alone and I knows how Jack just loves playing mean jokes on guys…although I never would have knowed it was him the way he kept on with that yuk, yuk, yuk and yum crap.”
All the guys and Daisy laughed…
Once Chuck was fully untied he climbed down off the table…
“Dang it all, this was some way to initiate a groom you fuckers,” Chuck laughed.
He quickly put on his shorts, tee shirt and socks…
“Tarnation, you boys left my danged sneakers at the picnic area where you all snagged me and Daisy here,” Chuck said.
“It’s not a problem,” Steve said. “I’ll drive you straight home so you don’t have to go a walkin’ around in your socked feet.”
“Thanks man, and this time I’ll ride up front and untied, iffen that’s okay with you big brother,” Chuck said with a grin and wiggled his toes under his socks.
“Its fine with me and for being such a good sport about all this and not being pissed off with us I’ll even buy you a new pair of sneakers…” Steve said and gave Chuck’s shoulder a squeeze.
“Yeah, and to show you that my heart is in the right place me and Chris will come over to your house on the wedding day to help you climb into your monkey suit, er, your tuxedo, Adam said.
“No tricks though Mister Video…” Chuck said, pointing a wagging finger at Adam.
“I’ll bring you your tuxedo socks,” Chris said with a grin.
“Somehow I knew you would you crazy sock fetishist you…” Chuck said with a grin.
“Well, I’m a glad Chuck isn’t pissed off over all this, but I don’t know that I can say the same for me…” Daisy piped up, holding the jar filled with her fiancé’s collected sperm.
“Aw come on Daisy, it was all in fun after all,” Chuck said, hooking a huge arm around his bride to be…
A short while later Chuck and Daisy were in the back of Steve’s van as he drove them and the rest of his buddies’ home… Chuck sat with his arm around Daisy. Next to him in a bag were the jar of his sperm, the jar of his piss and the sheer socks he had worn…
Chuck and Daisy’s Wedding Day…
“HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW!!!!” was the sound that emanated loud and piercingly from Chuck’s living room after his two buddies Chris and Adam had arrived to help him get into his tuxedo.
Perhaps it should be said that they had arrived under the pretense of helping the groom to be into his tuxedo. After all a guy always needs a hand doing his bowtie, his cummerbund and just to make sure his patent leather shoes are properly spit shined. It should also be said that tickle torturing a groom on the day of his wedding is a shitty thing to do to him. But Chris and Adam knew that Chuck had at least two and a half hours before he had to be at the church and they could not think of a better way for the doomed groom to spend his last couple of hours as a free man…
At the sound of the doorbell Chuck dashed to the door, wearing just a pair of white boxer shorts and knee high (OTC) black sheer thick and thin socks, the socks having been given to him a couple of days earlier by Chris, the sleaziest sock fetishist of them all as he had come to be called.
“Yeah, who is it???” Chuck called out irritably. “I’m a real busy boy here today, getting a ready for my weddin’ and such!”
“It’s us you big doomed groom,” Adam called out jovially.
“Well you boys are sure here early,” Chuck said as he threw the door open and admitted his two buddies. “I’m a just loungin’ around here; I ain’t even ready yet to get into my danged monkey suit…”
“Lookin’ good chuck,” Chris said as he glanced down at the groom to be’s sheer socked feet. “And may I say that those sheer socks look awesome on you…”
“Awesome, shmawesome,” Chuck said with a wide grin. “Cain’t believe I let you talk me into wearin’ these here femmy looking danged socks…”
“Well, it is a tradition after all Chuck,” Adam said. “It’s an old rule of etiquette…”
“What old rule of etiquette?” Chuck asked as he and his two buddies stepped into the living room.
“In old fashioned times it was decreed that the groom wear sheer silk socks with his tuxedo on his wedding day while his best man and groomsman all wear solid black socks,” Adam explained.
“Sort of like the bride when she wears something old and something new, something borrowed and something blue,” Chris added.
“Oh fuck me you guys, I cain’t believe we’s a here talkin’ about my danged footwear and such,” Chuck laughed. “Almost reminds me o’ how you and the rest of those guys tickle tortured me a few days ago…I still get a chills when I a think about that…”
“Hmmm, so what you’re saying is that you enjoyed that eh Chuck?” Chris asked.
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say enjoyed now…” Chuck said.
“Say, where’s that jar of your juices?” Adam piped up. “I do hope that you gave it a place of honor somewhere…”
“I keeps it on a shelf in the extra bedroom,” Chuck replied, sounding real sleazy. “Got it rights there alongside those other smelly socks you fuckers put on me when you slipped my danged feet into that thar shoe shiny device you a tickled me with.”
Chris and Adam looked at each other, grinned, and Adam asked Chuck, “Can we see?”
“I suppose so,” Chuck replied, foolishly turned his back on his two buddies and started heading toward the door to the living room, padding on his socked feet. “Although for the life of me I cain’t imagine why you all want to look at a jar that contains a guy’s most precious fluids…”
As Chuck was about to exit the living room Chris and Adam dashed quickly up behind him, grabbed his muscular arms and before the groom to be could react they whirled him around and back into the living room.
“H-hey, what are you mugs up to a now???” Chuck complained as his socked feet almost left the floor, his two buddies practically hoisting him.
“Got the rope Adam?” Chris asked.
“I sure do Chris,” Adam laughed in reply as they held the struggling groom real tight. “Got the electric toothbrush?”
“I sure do Adam,” Chris also laughed in reply. “As Jack would say, yuk, yuk, yuk, and yum…”
“Say, what are you two mugs up to here?” Chuck panted as his hands were quickly and efficiently tied behind him. “I gots to get married today…I don’ts have the time for any tomfoolery and such…”
“You have more than two hours before you have to be at the church to get hitched, locked, stock and barrel to Daisy Chuck ol’ boy…” Chris said as he took an electric toothbrush from his pants pocket.
Chris clicked the toothbrush on to the highest setting, making the bristles spin and whir and what looked to Chuck like a hundred miles per hour…
“AW no, no, you scoundrels, you villains, you wouldn’t tickle a guy on his wedding day now would ya?” Chuck barked in sheer terror as Chris approached him with the buzzing electric toothbrush and from behind him Adam slid Chuck’s boxer shorts off him.
“Say Chuck, you wouldn’t happen to have some aloe cream around here would you?” Adam asked, grabbing a handful of one of Chuck’s ass cheeks after having gotten his boxer shorts off him.
Chuck’s cock stuck out long, hard, beefy and thickly veined in front of him…his balls hanging down real low and succulent looking…
“A-aloe cream?” Chuck drawled. “What in tarnation do you wants with aloe cream?”
“Better yet, I’ll just use some of that sperm that I collected from you to lube up your shit chute…” Adam laughed and dashed out of the room in search of the jar filled with Chuck’s goop.
“WHAT IN THE FUCKING FUCKS are you mugs up to here???” Chuck ranted at Chris as he held up the whirring and buzzing electric toothbrush.
“We’re gonna make sure you know how to dance at your wedding today Chuck…” Chris said and Chuck’s jaw dropped in total horror.
A short while later the sounds of Chuck’s insane laughter filled the living room as he hopped and danced around on his sheer socked feet.
“HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW!!!!” the burly groom to be guffawed crazily, Chris’ electric toothbrush wedged deep in his cum slicked asshole and buzzing madly. “OH GAWDS, what a shitty thing to do to a poor sap on his weddin’ day, of all days!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH TARNATION and fuck me, those bristly bristles are a makin’ me nuts here!!!”
Sitting on the couch Chris and Adam watched as Chuck hunched his shoulders up, his huge biceps muscles flexing involuntarily as he danced and stomped around. The groom to be laughed his head off all the while trying to force the invasive device out of his being tickle tormented hole…
“Think we should start helping him get his tuxedo on?” Adam asked Chris.
“Nah, we still have plenty of time before he has to be at the church…” Chris replied sadistically. “Let’s let the guy dance his tickle troubles away…”
The End
