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WWE superstar John Cena headed back to his hotel room after a long day of wrestling, signing autographs, and fighting through crowds of fans.
He is one of the most popular superstars in the WWE, as well as the sexiest. He is also a rapper, which makes him even more sexy. John was happy to finally be away from all the screaming people clawing at him and begging him to marry them. He rode in his black Escalade to the entrance to his hotel. It was about 1:00 AM so he wasn't worried about stepping out of the car and being swarmed by fans. John walked into the lobby of the hotel which still had a few people in it, mostly older people that had been smoking in the lounge and were now returning to their rooms.
The old women didn't know he was a superstar, but they still drooled over the sight of John. But who wouldn't, standing 6' 1", muscular, wearing a Celtics Jersey, baggy denim shorts, and white low-cut Adidas shoes with no-show ankle socks, John was an irresistible stud. John walked up to the elevator, pressed the call button, and entered, going up to the 13th floor. He walked down the hall to his door, exhausted. As he pulled out his card key to unlock the door, John noticed that the door was ajar slightly. He took little notice of it, thinking that housekeeping probably just didn't shut it all the way when they left. He pushed the door open and entered the dark room. He went to flip the lights on, but nothing happened.
Now John was suspicious.
He squinted in the darkness and looked around, trying to see if anything else in the room was disturbed. He entered the bathroom and tried the light switch in there, it didn't respond either. "What the fuck, man." John said angrily as he turned to go to the phone and call security. John picked up the phone, which surprisingly was still working, and proceeded to dial the number for hotel security. As the John waited for someone to answer the phone, he heard something shuffling behind him. It was then that he remembered that he had left his room's door opened. As he turned to go and close it, he was met by a tall, shadowy figure. Before he even had time to react he was shoved onto his back and a cloth soaked in chloroform was forced over his mouth. John kicked and squirmed around, trying to escape but it was too late, the chloroform had already weakened him to much all he could do was lie there as he drifted slowly unconscious.
John woke up a few hours later to find he was no longer in his hotel room. He was tied spread-eagle to a bed in a room that looked like a medieval dungeon. He began struggling with all his might to get free from his bonds but it was no use, they were extremely strong. John tried yelling for help but the only response he got was his own voice echoing back to him in the large, cavernous chamber. John continued to struggle until he noticed the same tall, dark shadow moving out of a gloomy passageway towards him.
John couldn't see the mysterious figures face until they moved under a small light hanging from the ceiling, it was The Great Khali, one John's nemesis's, who had tried more than one to steal the WWE championship away from him. Khali is a formidable man, standing at 7' 3" tall and weighing 420 pounds. John began squirming and cursing at the sight of Khali, who just stared at him with a sadistic look in his eye. Khali walked up to John as he lay squirming tied to the bed and began lightly rubbing John's chest. John's eyes widened as Khali's massive hands ran all over John's chest, stomach and sides. John continued screaming and yelling until Khali couldn't take it anymore. He stopped rubbing John's chest and reached under the bed John was tied to, pulling out a large roll of duct tape.
He began taping John's mouth shut to keep him quiet during the torture he was about to inflict upon him. After efficiently taping John's mouth shut so that all Khali could here was John's muffled scream coming from under the tape, he was ready to begin. He reached under the bed again and grabbed a pair of large scissors that were lying under it. John began squirming madly at the sight of the scissors as Khali brought them closer to his chest. But instead of stabbing him like John thought Khali was going to do, he began cutting off John's Jersey exposing his perfect, bare, muscular chest. Khali sniffed the shredded remains of John's Jersey and tossed it, along with the scissors, aside. He then bent over John with an evil grin on his face and began lightly tickling around John's nipples and bellybutton.
John squirmed around laughing under the tape over his mouth as Khali's large fingers ran lightly all over his chest, sides, and armpits, probing his soft, muscular skin. Khali stopped tickling John's chest and began slowly running his hands down John's Baggy shorts, to his smooth, sexy, muscular legs, and finally down to his shoes. Khali gleefully began untying John's size 11 Adidas's as John Continued to struggle and yell under the tape. Soon John's shoes were untied, and Khali yanked them off, exposing John's very short clean white ankle socks. He lifted John's shoes up to his nose and took a big whiff of the heavenly aroma of John's sweaty feet. He then placed John's shoes on the floor beside the bed and lowered his face down so that he was at eye level with the soles of John's socked feet. Khali began rubbing his nose on John's right sole, feeling the warmth of his foot and smelling the sweat. Khali immediately began to pitch a tent in his pants as he sniffed and licked the bottoms of John's socked feet.
John wiggled his toes in agony as Khali reached up to John's crotch and began rubbing and squeezing his cock through his shorts. John tried with all his might to concentrate on not getting a hard-on but it was useless, after three minutes of Khali rubbing John's crotch, he had a large erection. But Khali was just teasing John for the moment; the real fun would "cum" later. Soon Khali returned to playing with John's cute feet. He grabbed John's right foot and held it still as he began tickling under the ball of his foot. John began thrashing and screaming with laughter as Khali began torturing his socked foot. John's feet are EXTREMELY ticklish so getting him to begin sweating like crazy was no chore.
Within two minutes of tickling John's socked feet Khaki already had John sweating and moaning, obviously begging him to stop from under the tape. Khali enjoyed tickling John's socked feet, but his real goal was to torture his bare feet. After a final swipe of his finger down John's left heel, Khali stopped tickling so he could begin stripping off John's ankle socks. He began with the left one, slowly peeling it off just until John's bare heel was exposed. He put his index finger to the soft, smooth skin of John's heel and began lightly scraping up and down. This sent John into a fit of laughter. He bucked and screamed as Khali continued pulling off his left sock, pulling it off far enough just so John's toes were still covered. Khali grasped John's foot with one hand and wildly tickled his bare sole with the other. John's toes wiggled wildly as Khali's fingers ran from under his toes to the bottom of his heel. Khali then yanked John's sock completely off, now fully exposing his foot.
John continued to beg Khali to stop from under the tape over his mouth but he completely ignored him. As John's toes continued to flail around, Khali grabbed them and pulled them back, stretching John's wrinkled soles, making them more venerable to Khali's ruthless fingers. He held back John's toes as he tickled his foot around the ball of his foot and along the sides of his arches. Tears began to stream from John's eyes as Khali tortured his barefoot more and more. He next released John's toes and separated his big and second toe.
He reached under the bed again and grabbed a feather which he placed between John's toes and began dragging back and forth along the tender crevasses between them. John had perfect toenails; they were well groomed and neatly trimmed. His feet in their entirety were VERY sexy, perfect in every way. Khali pulled the feather out from between John's toes and instead stuck his finger between them and began tickling. John continued to cry in laughter as he thrashed back and forth. After five minutes of torturing John's left foot, Khali felt it was time to play with his right foot. He quickly yanked off John's right sock and began tickling John's smooth right sole.
Khali leaned forward and began licking the soles of John's feet, tickling them with his tongue. John's toes wiggled like mad as Khali's tongue went between each of his toes, one by one, followed by his ankles, arches, instep and heels. No spot on John's feet or legs was missed by Khali's tongue. Soon, John's feet were drenched in Khali's warm saliva. He struggled more as Khali grabbed his right big toe and shoved it into his mouth. John felt Khali's teeth clench lightly down on his toe, followed by the soft warm feeling of his tongue rolling around the edge of his toe nail. Khali continued to suck John's big toe, tasting the salty sweat on it, yet again causing an erection in his pants. He felt some pre-cum dripping out of his cock.
Khali released John's toe from his mouth and instantly began tickling along John's toes again. He rubbed his hands all over John's soles, worshipping every inch of them. As he tickled John's right heel, Khali looked up at John's crotch to notice that he still had an erection. Khali knew that now he had to take advantage of the moment. He released John's feet and moved up to his short, which were pitching a large tent.
He reached down and unbuckled John's belt, causing John to thrash and curse more than ever, he knew what Khali had planned. Khali unbuttoned John's Shorts, and then unzipped them. He reached inside and felt John's WORD LIFE boxers. He found the opening in the front of them and reached his hand inside.
He grabbed John's huge, erect cock and pulled it out of the boxers so he could see it. John moaned in agony as Khali began rubbing and worshipping his beautiful, perfect cock. Khali then shoved John's cock into his mouth and began sucking it crazily. Khali moved up and down quickly running his tongue along the sides and the head of John's cock. Within two minutes of wild cock sucking, Khali could feel John's load starting to build up. With one, final thrust Khali sucked John's sexy cock hard enough to cause John to raise his butt off the bed and squirt his warm, gooey cum all inside Khali's mouth, which he soon swallowed.
John lay breathing heavily, exhausted from his ordeal, which still wasn't over. Khali licked the remaining cum still dripping out of John's cock up and returned to tickling him. This time, however, he went to tickling John's bare chest some more. He put his hands under John's now sweaty armpits and began tickling lightly. John lightly squirmed, completely out of energy. Khali found John Cena to be a boring tickle torture victim if he didn't squirm or scream in laughter.
So he decided to give John a twenty minute break to rest. But Khali was far from done with John Cena …
