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At first it was his eyes I think. They were blue and piercing. Wow he was so incredibly hot. Since when did he live here? Did he just move in? I had noticed this guy who lived down the hall from me at my college. My name is Mike. I have my own room at my school. I just couldn’t handle having another roommate, so I paid to have my own room. I lived in a mostly freshmen dorm, and a lot of the freshmen on my floor were very hot. Now, I admit it, I have a huge foot and sock fetish. Particularly black nylon socks. You know, the really thin kind?
Anyway, there was this new guy that moved in down the hall from me. He was just amazing. I already mentioned his eyes. He had a very athletic body, he was about my height, 6’1, and he wore black nylon socks on a regular occasion. He was my type of guy. The only problem was, I was more than positive that he was straight. All I wanted to do was get right up close to those socked feet, and I wanted to tickle the hell out of them. I would have done anything to do that. But how do you do that to a straight guy? I started to think about this, and how I could get him into my room for something like this.
I knew he was friends with a girl I talked to in the hall. Maybe I could get something going there, I thought. I was 20 years old at the time, 6’1, brown eyes, dark brown hair, and a slender build. I was horny as hell. I wanted this guy like no other. I had to make my move.
So, one night, I went to see what Jen, the girl we both knew, was doing. She told me she was going to a party with Dan, the guy I was after. I acted as if I had no idea who Dan was. She introduced us, and we all were to go out together that night. Now normally I am not one to drug someone’s drink, but this time there was too much temptation involved. I couldn’t help myself.
I went back to my room to “get ready” for the night out. I took out all of my bondage devices. Leather straps, handcuffs, and the like. This boy was going nowhere. And he wasn’t going to be able to move a muscle. And the best part was, he had no idea what was in store for him.
We got to the party and immediately started drinking. I drank slowly; I didn’t want to be drunk for this. I wanted to enjoy the whole thing. Jen was off socializing with other people and left Dan and myself to our own conversation. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. The sleeves were black, but the body of the shirt was dark gray. I was wearing a pair of thin black nylon socks under my black shoes. Dan was also wearing jeans, but he was wearing a plaid button up shirt and from what I could tell, he was also wearing black nylon socks under his black shoes. He looked amazing standing in front of me. So the conversation began.
I started,” So what year are you?”
“I am a sophomore,” he replied. “I just transferred here from another school.”
“What for?”
“They didn’t have the major I was interested in.”
“What’s that?”
“Public Justice,” he put down his drink. “Hey can you watch this? I really gotta pee.”
This was going to be too easy. Dan left and went to the bathroom. And when nobody was looking, I put the stuff into his drink. A few minutes later he came back. He asked if we could leave. I told him to finish his beer while I went to tell Jen we were going to go. When I came back, the beer was gone and Dan was ready to go. We took a cab back to our building. It was pretty early so I nonchalantly asked him if he wanted to drink some more in my room. He agreed.
We sat in my room for a bit, and Dan seemed to be getting tired. “You OK?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s been a long week, so I am pretty tired.”
A few moments later and he was passed out in my chair. I took my straps and handcuffs out from under my bed and applied them to the headboard and the bottom ends. Then I dragged Dan over to the bed and stretched him out spread eagle. I took off his shirt and then cuffed his arms to the headboard. Our good friend Dan would wake up soon because I didn’t use too much. Then I took off his shoes, and sure enough, there were those size 12’s looking right at me wearing their nylon black socks. I massaged one for a second, and Dan grunted in his sleep. I had to hurry. I tied one ankle to the bed frame, and then I tied the other. I left his pants on for the time being. I don’t know why, but I love seeing a guy wearing his socks with pants on as well as pants off. My cock was rock hard in my pants. I took off my shoes and laid in bed next to my friend, was now stirring. I blindfolded him before he woke up all the way. He groaned as he went to roll over. He realized that something wasn’t right. “What is going on?” he blurted out in great confusion. “Who did this?”
“Shhhh, no talking Dan,” I whispered as I stroked one of his nipples. He jerked away, realizing what a guy was doing to him. “This is something I have been looking forward to for some time. Ever since I first saw you in these socks, I knew I had to have this moment.”
I got up off the bed and went to the end where his beautiful feet were struggling to get away. I stroked the underside of his tender foot. His leg jerked away, but not too far because I really had him stretched out. “Ticklish are we?” I pretended to be oblivious.
“Hey man, don’t do that, I hate being tickled. I am way too ticklish. Who are you? And what do you want?”
“You don’t remember? I didn’t think I drugged you that bad.”
“Mike? From the party? Why? What are you going to do? Just let me go!”
“I already told you, I have been waiting for this for way too long.”
At that, I grabbed one of his socked feet and ran my fingers up and down on it like crazy. “NO DON”T I-AAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAH-HO HO HO-STOP!!!”
“Don’t stop? I guess you are as enthusiastic about this as I am. OK, I aim to please.” I said with a big grin.
I increased the speed of my finger. Dan was bucking on the bed and shrieking with laughter. “P-People will- HAHA -hear this and they will c-come and save me-HA HA HA!!!.”
‘The only cumming anyone is doing tonight is you, everyone else in the hall is out for the night.”
I could see the fear through all his hysterical laughing (and the blindfold of course) as I continued on his right foot, then I moved over to his left. I poked and prodded his foot, and then I stroked his sole. After about 10 minutes of that, I tickled both of his soles simultaneously. Now he was laughing so hard he was crying and pleading with me to stop.
“I-I c-can’t HA HA HA HA take any more!!! HA HA, please I am begging you to stop! I really don’t HA HA know HA HA HA HA HA how much more I can take!!”
“I will tell you when you have had enough Dan.”
When I was done with his feet, which was about half an hour, I moved to his upper body. I grabbed his sides and dug my hands in. He thrashed his groin into my chest as I straddled him. I could feel his hard on against jeans. “I knew you would enjoy this like I would.”
He shook his head and in between laughs was able to say, ”No, I’m not a faggot like you.”
“Well Dan, I have proof that may make a liar out of you.”
I took one hand from his side and rubbed his cock through his pants. I could see the precum oozing through his pants. This guy really was enjoying something I was doing. I went back to his sides and then on to his armpits, then to his sides again. I told you this boy wouldn’t know what hit him. Then I reached up and took the blindfold off. He looked at me with fear. He didn’t know what was next, and that was the best part of it for me. I got off the bed and went back to his feet. He had a minute to regain himself, so he used it to try and struggle from his predicament. I only watched and laughed. “So are you gonna waste your break on that? Or do you want something to drink?”
He stopped and looked at me, “Can I please have a drink?”
I grabbed his beer and held it to his lips. He drank and then I set the drink down on the desk next to the bed. I got back on the bed and unzipped his pants. He tried even harder to get away. I looked at his dick which was very hard and pointing right at me. I stroked it slowly and lightly for a few minutes. He had to be enjoying it. I then went to his feet again. “Hey, please stop this, I just want to go back to my room,” He pleaded. “I wont go to the cops or anything.”
“It’s not over yet, you have some time to go,” I replied. “And besides, I want you to see this.”
I then untied one of his legs. He kicked at me and tried to break free, but I quickly grabbed his leg and moved it to the other. I sat on both of them while I tied them together. I untied the other foot and tied his now bound together feet to the middle of the bed. Once again, I straddled him, only this time with my back to his face. I pulled his pants down to where his legs were tied together. I did the same with his boxers. His erect cock was pointed directly at me and was oozing a lot of precum. Then I took a pair of scissors and cut his pants off of his legs. He was just too hot there wearing nothing but black socks that went to his calves and tied to my bed. I grabbed a feather from off my desk and started to tickle his shaft. The sensation was too much. He began screaming again, only this time cursing me because I was playing with his cock. “You fucking faggot!!! HA HA, this is rape! I’m not a fag like you!!”
“Oh believe me, before the night is over, you will be begging me to let you cum.”
I undid my pants and pulled my dick out to play with myself while I played with him. I then began to rub his cock and balls. I used his precum as lubrication and rubbed it on his balls and cock, while I played with his and mine. Dan tried to resist and pull away, but there isn’t much resistance when you are tied to a bed with a 180-pound guy sitting on your stomach. Then he started to enjoy it. He was moaning in pleasure. “Oooooooh yeah,” he groaned. “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-“
I stopped stroking his cock before he blew. “Hey what did you do that for?” he asked in confusion.
“You said you didn’t want to cum earlier, so I’m not going to let you,” I grinned.
“Oh no man, you gotta let me cum now.”
“I don’t think I have to do anything,” I teased. “You are the one tied to the bed, remember?”
With that, Dan laid his head back and resumed struggling. He was trying to turn himself on his stomach and fuck my bed, but the cuffs weren’t allowing that. I knew that was my cue from him that he wanted to be tickled some more. (I’m terrible, I know) “H-HEY NO NOT AGAIN!!!” he shouted as I grabbed his thighs and tickled them.
“Again? But I haven’t touched your thighs yet,” I love playing dumb, it frustrates the hell out of them.
As I did that, I moved my upper torso up and down so my shirt rubbed against his cock, teasing it, but not bringing him to cum just yet. Our cocks were rubbing together too, which made me want to blow my wad so bad, but I was saving a big load for him. “OH GOD NO!! DON’T DO THA-HAHAHAHAHA-AAAT!!”
He squirmed around, but still to no avail, he wasn’t getting anywhere. After about 15 more minutes of me playing with his thighs, I gave him another break. After all, he was all out of breath, and I didn’t want him to pass out and make this end prematurely. “How much longer will this last?” he asked.
“That all depends on you,” I said scheming.
“How does it depend on me?” he asked cautiously.
“This can all end sooner than I planned if you do me a favor.”
“What do you want me to do,” he was panicked.
“Well my dick is pretty hard, and I was hoping you could do something about it.”
“Ok, let me level with you,” he began. “I am actually bi-curious, I just didn’t want to tell anyone. But then this happened. But I am not ready to suck someone’s dick yet.”
“That’s too bad,” I pretended to be sympathetic. “Looks like we have some more work to do, huh buddy?”
I went back to the foot of the bed and grabbed his bound legs. He tried to yank his feet away. I grabbed a small piece of rope and loosened his sock a little so I could tie his big toes together further making it impossible for him to move those beautiful socked feet. “Hey, w-what are you doing now?” he asked, but I didn’t answer.
I started tickling his feet.. They were absolutely drenched with sweat. As I tickled them, I leaned over and sniffed his feet. “OH NO NO PLEEEEASS-HAHAHA NO!!”
“I can’t stop until I get what I want,” I said impatiently. He is persistent I will give him that. But I knew I was about to break him down. I kept it up for about 20 more minutes until he said, “OKAAAAAY! I WILL SUCK YOUR DICK!”
I stopped tickling his feet and straddled his chest. I pulled out my ever erect cock again. He opened his mouth and I shoved it in. He sucked me off until I came and he swallowed every bit. “Wow, that was great,” I said.
“Now for me,” he said very calmly with a smile on his face.
“Hey I promised didn’t I? But I don’t think it is the time to do it now,” I turned around and grabbed his cock in my hand. It was turning purple. This guy really did have to cum! I jerked his cock for a bit until he showed signs of cumming. I stopped. “Hey! You said you would finish me off!”
“Don’t worry, I am. You will really enjoy this, but I think that you need more tickling.”
I grabbed the feather again, knocking some stuff off my desk. I ran the feather all over his shaft and then his upper body and thighs. I moved to his armpits and he was screaming with laughter, begging me to let him blow. I then applied the feather to his cock again. His dick kept getting harder, so I felt it was time to let the poor guy blow. I started to suck his cock until he was ready to blow. I stopped until he was ready to go. Then I started again. I brought him to the brink a few more times until he was practically screaming for me to let him blow. Then I sucked him off until he blew his wad all over me, himself, and the bed. “Wow! What a load!” I said in shock.
“I’ll say, he said from behind me.”
Suddenly a hand grabbed my left wrist and pulled it behind me. A cuff was put around my left wrist and then I was thrown off my captive and the other half of the cuff was attached to the headboard. I looked in shock at Dan who had somehow gotten out of his left cuff and was now working on his right. Once out of that, he grabbed my right wrist, despite my trying to bat him away. He cuffed my right hand to the other part of the headboard. He untied his legs and then tied mine in the same way he was tied. I was helpless. “But…how?” I asked in fear.
“A mistake on your part,” he replied with a smug grin. “Lucky for me, you happened to drop the key to the handcuffs next to where my hand was. But that isn’t there anymore. I wouldn’t want you getting out.”
I didn’t know what he was going to do to me, but I had a feeling. I was scared to death. He then went to the foot of the bed. He pulled a chair up to my bed. “I told you earlier how I was questioning my sexuality. Well I guess you gotta experiment some time, right? The whole tickling in black socks thing might just be my scene. But I think I would prefer to be the one tickling. So I am gonna try it on you, OK? You are a great friend for letting me do this.”
At that he started to run his fingers up and down my socked feet. “Just laugh and scream if I am doing it right. It might take me all night to figure out, so get ready.”
I closed my eyes and wondered what I got myself into. And wondered how I would get out. But those thoughts were soon cut off as the first screams of laughter erupted out of me.
