by Tickle90Toes
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It was the fall, and since I had not gone swimming much anyway I had drained my pool in my backyard. I had a 3 bedroom house in the S.F. area that I had decided to sell. A week later I awoke Sunday morning, and going to the backyard I saw that someone had spray-painted graffiti in my pool I was pissed especially since I was going to show it that afternoon. Needless to say the graffiti did not help sell my house.
That night upon returning home at 11:00pm, walking up the driveway, I heard something in the backyard going through the side gate to investigate I saw a youth, no older than nineteen, riding his skateboard in my pool and there was new graffiti as well. His head was shaved on the sides, and he had short blond dreads on top. His young tight body looked hot in his baggy shorts. And a couple homemade tattoos stuck out from his wifebeater. As I approached him quietly I got a look at his cute young face his ears were both pierced as well as his eyebrow.
As he came up the side of the pool on his board he saw me startled he fell. Being to cool for pads as he landed he was knocked out. I ran close to check on him. With my luck not only did he cost me the sale of my house but I would also get sued.
As I checked him out I saw he was basically all right just unconscious. He was so cute and had such a smooth body. And such a little bad boy I figured he deserved to be punished. Throwing him over my shoulder I carried this young fantasy made flesh up to my room and dropped him on my bed. He was about 5'10" and even though hard body his frame was small. I lifted his legs up after removing his shorts and placed his big feet in the holes at the top of the bed. Even though he was small, his shoes were so big at least a size 11 1/2. So I figured his growth spurt started from the ground up. But anyway the foot board of my bed frame had post and holes at the top so I raised his feet about 2' and put them through the holes and tied them from both sides so he would not be able to move them. I moved up the bed to the top and must say after removing his wifebeater saw how smooth and soft he was I was excited. Pulling him tight I secured his wrists.
Looking at my plaything I looked at his homemade tattoos including his girlfriend’s name. I wondered if maybe this girl had found out the answer to my question if I could make this skater beg and quiver.
The only hair was a couple of patches under his arms. And for the last touch a blindfold to keep him in the dark. Next I returned to the foot of the bed and started to unlace his airwalkers. I always loved this part. I felt like a kid at Christmas opening a present. And I was doubly excited since it was such a big present. Slowly I unlaced both shoes and then slid both off. The smell of young feet filled the room. His feet formed so well in his damp socks . . . so well I could tell that he, like a Greek god, had a second toe that was a little longer then his plump big toe. Also the way the socks pressed to those high arches.
I brought my face to those sock-clad feet of the unconscious skatepunk. I was lost in a collection of senses the smell of socked feet released freshly from the recently removed shoes. The warm wet feel of the wet damp socks on my face and the fleshy softness of those sock clad meaty feet. As I rubbed my face on his foot his foot jerked. I kept my face on one foot and started to rub my hand on the other foot. Again his feet stirred this time he mumbled something and awoke. Dazed he tried to move it took a couple of minutes to released his predicament when he awoke. I moved back to add to the feeling of isolation. Once he had assessed his position he started to yell.
"Let me go. What's going on. HELP!!! HELP!!! Is anybody there?"
Then he shut up to listen for a responds. Unfortunately it came in a way he wasn't expecting. I reached up and started to remove his socks. As my finger touched his foot he tried to pull away and screamed.
"Stop that you fucking freak!! What are you doing!! Get away now. What's up man !!!My god help me please somebody help me!! CALL THE COPS SOMEBODY HELP!!!!!"
I knew that I had to tell him that there was no way I was going to take advantage of him sexually, nor had I taken advantage of him while he’d been unconscious, but my mind was on other things. I mean, my arousal was off the charts! He still had no idea what levels I was going to take him. after removing both socks I stepped back and looked at those feet. My god those feet were so big for his body. Flexing and straining against his bounds. His long toes scrunched showing creases the likes of which I had never seen. His soft pink heels so fleshy. I thought of the hours or days these were going to belong to me. Standing back I realized I had crossed a line which would change me forever. As he kept yelling in confusion I approached his head and in a soft voice said.
"Shhh . . . young man I have a few questions I want answered".
He said in a scared voice. "What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me."
I put my finger to his lips and said. "I won't. But the questions first. What's your name?"
"Marcus."
I replied. "Marcus how old are you?"
He told me his age.
"And last... are you very ticklish?"
He paused and said in a confused voice. "Come again? What did you say?"
I lowered my voice and said in his ear "Ticklish. Are you ticklish? You see from now on you are going to be my tickle toy. I am going to tickle every part of your body; your young armpits, your tender belly and ribs, and my favorite---those feet of yours. I am going to ravage them with brushes, feathers, fingers and my mouth. I may never stop you will laugh and scream in a quivering mess. From now on YOU'RE MINE."
As I spoke he started to freak out whimpering and pleading for me not to do this to him. Then I backed away to let him think about his fate. Then I added to the psychological part of his torture I put a tickling video on the TV I had bought. So the only thing he could hear was the sound of pleads and laughter from another tickle victim.
I left the room to let him ponder his fate. From another room I could hear him calling out for mercy.
I reveled in his fear of the inevitable. At about 5:30 am I reentered the room carrying an electric tooth brush I placed it in between his plump big toe and long 2nd toe and turned it on TICKLE TORTUE at its best a startled scream and instant laughter the games begun. The sound of laughter felled the room, music to my ears. the creases on his fleshy feet were so hot As those big feet tried to evade the toothbrush. I traveled from toe to toe as he scrunched them in a desperate attempt to stop the tickling. His whole body shook in torture. I had never seen such a ticklish lad. And in-between gasps for air his pleads:
"HELP!!!HA HA HA HEE HEE NOOOOOHAHANOOOO!!!PLEEEEZE STOOOOOPIT HAHA HEEE WWAAAA MERCYEEEEEEGOOOOD MERCEEEEEE!!!!HEEELP IIIILLLL DIEEEEEHEEEHAAOHHHHMY!!!"
But I didn't stop all I did was speed up my attack on the balls of his pink soft skater soles hitting the spot where those long toes attached to the balls of his feet up and down those high arches . . . from ball to tender heel up the inside arch then down that long side from little toe to heel then I repeated the same process on the other foot. After about 1hour I thought I should give him a break. I didn't want to break my new toy. As I removed the tickle devise from his foot. He slumped down in a red sweaty mess. Still laughing he thanked me for stopping. I walked up to his head and whispered in his ear again
"This is only a taste of your new life so get prepared."
As he started to cry and beg for mercy. "Please let me go I won't tell anybody . . . I promise! Please leave my feet alone."
Again I whispered for him not to worry. And that next time it wouldn't be his feet. Putting in another tickle video the laughs and cries of another tickle victim again filled the room.
I'll visit again soon. the end for now
coming soon: THE SKATER HANGS TEN
