by Smitty
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This story has not actually happened yet, but it will. My Latin friend's name has been changed to Enrique and I have changed other information as well to keep things private.
My name is Tom and I have a male foot fetish. I have had it since I was a kid and until the internet "came out" I have had a very frustrating time dealing with it. I met Enrique on a male foot fetish site devoted to guys like me who liked to chat about men's feet.
Enrique lives just below Houston, Texas. He is straight, married with two kids, loves his family, but has an uncontrollable urge for men's socks and feet - as well as being bossed around and tickled. He and I have been chatting and sending pictures back and forth for a while and I just couldn't take the torment any more. Not only is the guy hot - in a manly, Latin way - but his feet pictures drive me nuts. He had always wanted me to tie him up and tickle him and I had always wanted to do it - along with a couple other things I had in mind.
I told him I was coming to Houston on business one weekend and staying in a Ramada just south of the city. Enrique had to work later that day and told me that he had about 90 minutes to play. That was all the time I needed. Enrique arrived at the Ramada at 3:00pm. He is wearing those sweaty socks I told him to wear, (I told him that man sock smell drives me nuts.) He had to go to work at 5:00pm but that stills gave us over an hour and a half to play.
We both go up to my hotel room and the fun then begins...
"Your feet are going to get it Enrique, but first you're going to take care of my socks and my feet." I make him lie on the floor on his back. I am wearing my beige dress socks that I showed him in the picture I had emailed him earlier and I am wearing my casual dress shoes. "I have been wearing these socks to work for two days. I guess I forgot to change them this morning and wore them today as well. My feet are really tired and sweaty. I tell you what you're going to do man. You're gonna lie still on the floor, take these shoes off and massage my socked feet with your face Enrique..."
He says no and tries to get up off the floor, but I push him back down. "I am in NO MOOD for you to give me grief, Enrique. It's been a long day, my feet need attention, and you're going to give it to them. You're gonna smell my stinky socks whether you like it or not and you're going to do it one foot at a time. Take off my right shoe and smell that sock - NOW ! He takes my right shoe off and smells it. It smells heavy of foot sweat. He moans and tries to push it away from his face, but I rub it against his nose. "I said, smell it. I know it stinks, but too bad. I want you to sniff all the sock stink up until the sock doesn't smell anymore. I don't care how long it takes. Just do it." Enrique smells it until he is almost ready to pass out from the stink.
"Now I want you to take that sock off - real slow - and kiss the heel of my foot." Reluctantly, he does it. "Now Enrique, you're going to put your warm, wet tongue on my heel and very slowly lick that foot from the heel all the way up to my toes, but you stop at my toes man. No toe licking until I say so." Enrique does as he is told, slowing lickly the sole of my warm, sweaty foot. "F#ck yeah...lick it..." After a minute or two of licking I tell him to stop. "Now my toes need attention man. Start with the big toe and start sucking. I want you to suck all of the stink out from under my toenail." Again, reluctantly he does it. "Now suck the rest of those toes and don't forget to lick in between them really good." I wiggle a little while he is doing this because I am ticklish, but I didn't want him to stop. When Enrique is finally done he tells me to please let him get up and leave because he has to go to work. "You're not going anywhere until I say so Enrique. I know you don't have to go to work until 5:00pm and you're going to do what I tell you to until then. Understand sockboy ?" He tries to get up again off the floor but I push him back down with my foot.
"You seem to be forgetting something Enrique. You've only cleaned one sock and one foot. My other foot needs the same attention" He says no and that he will do anything I tell him to as long as he doesn't have to smell my other stinky sock and lick my other sweaty foot clean. "Oh you're going to do anything I tell you to no matter what man. Take that left shoe off and start smelling that damp sock - NOW !" He starts all over again, only this time with my left foot, sniffing my damp sock, licking my foot and sucking my toes. The smell of my socks is in his nose and the taste of man sweat is in his mouth.
"Okay man. That's enough for me. Now I'm gonna have fun with YOU. Get up off the floor sockboy and lie on the bed on your back." He does what he is told. "I don't want the neighbors to hear you laughing while I do what I am about to do to you man, so open your sock stinking mouth while I gag you." Enrique says no and tries to sit up. I push him back down on the bed, climb on top of his chest and put my face right up to his so that both our noses are almost touching. He's scared and doesn't move. "I've just about HAD IT with your bullsh#t, Enrique. When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it. No backtalk. If you make me mad, I am going to make it worse for you. UNDERSTAND ? !" He then nods his head yes. "Say yes sir Enrique." He says yes sir, (I can see that he is horny), and then asks me what I am going to do to him.
"Well first, I want you to SHUT UP and open your sock stinking mouth so I can gag you. Then you're going to hold nice and still while I tie your wrists and ankles together." He does what he is told. "You be a nice sockboy and this will all be over with soon. Then you can go to work. If you give me any grief Enrique I will keep you here ALL NIGHT, so you better behave." He shakes his head yes. I can see his cock pulsating in his jeans. He's straight, but this is really turning him on.
Once he is gagged and tied up, I tell Enrique the rest of my plans. "Now let's see what Latin boy sock stink smells like." I pull his right shoe off. His damp, stinky sock odor hits my face like ton of bricks. "F#ck ! these feet really stink ! Don't you ever wash these feet boy ?" He nods his head yes. "Well, you're a F#cking liar, Enrique, and if it's one thing I hate it's a liar. Now I'm gonna ask you one more time. Don't you ever wash these feet Latin boy ?" He knows I am pissed now and shakes his head no. I push my nose deep into his right socked foot breathing in heavily. "F#ck yes...You hold still while I sniff this sock..."
After a couple minutes, I slowly run my figure from the heel of his right socked foot up to the top of his toes. He wiggles and giggles as I do this. "You know what's coming don't you sockboy ?" Enrique shakes his head no, but he knows. I slowly tickle his right socked foot with my fingers. He can't stop giggling. "You know man. I need to do something about your sock stink before the smell gets out into the hall and the neighbors start complaining about it. What do you think I should do Enrique ?" He very nervously shakes his head no. "I think you know man. First, I going to take this stinky mansock off and ziploc bag it so I can sniff it clean later. Second, I'm going to lick that big, tender, Latin foot clean so that right foot doesn't smell anymore." He knows we both know he is ticklish and shakes his head no. He tries to say please no through your gag but it is no use. His left foot is still tied with his shoe and sock still on. I look at his left foot and smile. "First, I'll take care of your right foot. I got other plans for your left foot." I slowly pull his right sock off.
"Now let's see what those stinky Latin toes look like." I pull the right sock off exposing his long, ripe-looking man toes. "Yeah. Latin mantoes. Ready for attention..." I put his right sock (still damp with his foot sweat) in a ziploc bag. "Do you want your toes licked Enrique ?" He shakes his head and says no through his gag. "Too bad." I say as I put my warm wet tongue on his right heel and slowly lick the sole of his foot. Enrique is wiggling and gigling as I do this. He tries to get away, but it's no use. We are both breathing heavily. "I can't wait anymore man - I WANT those toes." I start licking and sucking his toes and he comes unglued, laughing and begging me to stop. "F#ck YEAH. TAKE IT Enrique !" This goes on until I've had enough.
"I guess I should give you a little break now Enrique. Relax for a few minutes. You'll need your strength for what's coming up..." He is very nervous when he hears this. I take the gag out of his mouth and he begs me to let him go. He tells me he has to go to work and tells me I can keep BOTH of his stinky socks if I just let him go; (He's not very convincing to me and I know he is enjoying this. His crotch is pulsating like crazy.) "Those socks are mine whether I let you go or not Enrique. You better lay back and relax before the fun starts up again." Again, he says please no and begs.
I get angry. "You want to be an assh#le man ? Is that it ? Then fine..." I pick up both my dress socks off the floor and climb on top of him. He tries to get away, but can't. "You're gonna smell these socks until you behave man !" I rub the smelly socks in his face for a minute while he wiggles and tries not to smell them. "Do these 3 things Enrique and I will let you go: #1 - hold still, #2 - keep your mouth closed, and #3 - smell my socks really good for about 30 seconds." Enrique holds still, keeps his mouth closed and inhales deeply as I rub my pungent socks in his face. After 45 seconds, (I make him sniff longer), I get off of him and throw my socks back on the floor. He tries to get up but I push him back down.
"I'll let you go man, but not until I've finished playing with that other Latin manfoot of yours. Now lay back down and hold still - OR ELSE ! ! !" He lies down and holds still, but begs me to please stop. I gag him again and go back to the foot of the bed where his big feet are both still tied. His right foot is still bare and tender from the foot licking I gave him earlier. His left foot still has his shoe and sock on it.
I go over to the dresser where my gym bag is. "Licking doesn't seem to get rid of that heavy Latin foot stink man. I think we need to try something a little more wild..." Enrique is still lying flat down on the bed. He doesn't try to get up because he is scared of what I might do (and still horny), but he begs me through his gag to let him go. I open the gym bag and pull out my tickle toys, slowly, one by one, I show them to him and put them on the end of the bed next to his feet. Enrique shakes his head no strongly and keep saying PLEASE NO ! through his gag, but I ignore him.
"I can't hold back anymore man. Your socks and feet stink too much. They need to be cleaned. If you had F#CKING WASHED THEM regularly, you would not have this problem. It's your fault man and you deserve this." Enrique moans because he knows what's coming...
"Let me say one more thing before we started: You hold still and take this like a MAN Enrique and we will be done in a few minutes. Then I keep your socks and you go to work. If you give me any grief while I am doing this, I will keep you tied up here all night and I will tickle you NON-STOP until morning. Now I am going to ask you if you understand, and you had better nod yes and say yes sir or you will be F#CKING SORRY. Do you understand Latin boy ?!!!..." Enrique nods his head and says yes sir through his gag. He knows what's coming, but there's nothing he can do about it. He has to get out of here and get to work and the only way for this to happen is to lie still and take the insane tickle torture that he will be getting. Enrique closes his eyes and waits for his foot torture to start.
"This left foot of yours has been jealous of your right foot getting all of the attention so far - so let's change that. I'm sick of smelling your sock stink. I'm gonna take this left shoe off and smell that sock and if it stinks like your other one, you'll be sorry man." I then quickly pull off Enrique's left shoe, throw it on the floor, bury my face in his left sock and take a big whiff. "F#CK !!!" I take the electric brush off the bed and turn it on full blast. I then hold Enrique's left ankle still with one hand while applying the brush to the sole of his socked left foot. He is going nuts. The tickling is unimaginable and Enrique tries to get away but can't. He is begging for me to stop in between his hysterical laughter and I am ignoring him. His left socked foot gets it good. Then after a minute or so I stop to let him breathe.
"Like having your stinking sock cleaned with your foot still in it Enrique ? You have 2 minutes before I start up again, so enjoy it while it lasts." The 2 minutes goes by quickly. "Now lets ziploc bag this left sock and clean that left foot up." I rip Enrique's left sock off exposing his long, sweaty mantoes. They are extra warm and sensitive from being in his shoe and sock for so long and from the brush sock tickling. I quickly place the left sock in a ziploc bag. This time I am not slow. I hold his ankles firm while I lick his left sole like a madman. He starts laughing again. Then I suck his long toes like a pig and he laughs even harder as my tongue whips in between his soft, sensitive Latin toes.
I stop licking, stand up, and look down at him lying on the bed. "Lie still now Enrique. I want you to keep both those big Latin feet still and at attention. Keep those toes pulled back while I sniff and lick them. I will be gentle this time, but you better keep those toes still while I check them out." After a few minutes have past I am ready for the final tickle. "We'll be done in 5 minutes Enrique. Those big Latin feet are almost clean and ready for work. I just need to dry them off a bit." Then the real foot torture begins. Enrique is still on the bed lying on his back. Gagged. Wrists bound. Ankles bound. He is exhausted and helpless. I am in total control and he knows it. All he can think is this will all be over in 5 minutes.
It is 5 minutes of foot tickle HELL for Enrique. I take each one of my tickles toys and use them on his tied bare feet like a maniac. I push the electric brush in between his toes and watch him laugh hysterically. He has to pee and hopes he can last the 5 minutes before wetting his pants. His cock is also as hard as a rock; (Pee wasn't the only thing he had to worry about letting loose in his pants.) His uncontrollable laughter continues. Somehow, he makes it through the 5 minutes without any (major) mishaps.
I ungag and untie Enrique. "I hope you've learned your lesson about keeping those feet cleaned Enrique. If you keep being a wise-ass I may have to come back and remind you. Now I want you to say yes sir, get your stuff together, and get the F#ck out man." Enrique say yes sir and gather his things. He asks me for his socks. "Those socks are MINE man. I hope you brought an extra pair with you to wear to work."
Enrique gets his stuff together, (all the while trying hard to hold back a smile), says goodbye, and grabs the door knob to leave. "Aren't you forgetting something man ?" He asks what. "Get over here Enrique - Now." He reluctantly comes over not knowing what to expect. "You Latin guys all think you are so macho. Thank me for cleaning your feet man." He thanks me and turns to go. I grab his shoulder, turn him around, put my face in front of his so that our noses are almost touching, and then give him a little kiss on the lips. "You're welcome, sockboy. Now get the f#ck out..."
The End
