« Back To Free Stories Archive
I was on my way home from a business meeting in Chicago.
What a long and boring meeting it had been this time around and all I could think about was getting home to my beautiful fiancée. My girl's name is Linda and we've been going together now for two years. I recently asked her to marry me and when I slid the marquis shaped diamond ring onto her finger she said, "yes" over and over through her tears of happiness. As I disembarked the plane I was also thinking how I couldn't wait to get out of this damned business suit. Some men call it a business suit. I prefer to call it a monkey suit. I was wearing a dark blue pinstriped Brook Brother's suit, a white button down shirt with a burgundy silk necktie, black Bostonian lace-up shoes and thin dark blue TNT sheer nylon socks on my size eleven feet. Like most guys out there I don't usually mention the color or style of my socks when describing what I am wearing, but, gads but, for the purposes of this story my damned socks are paramount. When Linda gave me the sheer socks as a surprise gift that night I didn't think for a second the kind of trouble I would find myself in because of them, more on that soon, I promise.
I'm just your average guy of five feet ten inches tall or so with blond hair and blue eyes. Granted size eleven feet are kind of big for a guy who's only five feet eleven but I consider myself blessed in that area, along with another very special area. I came down to the baggage area to get my one piece of luggage and saw a driver holding a sign that read, "Chris's Ride." He wasn't my usual driver but I did recall seeing him around waiting for other executives when they had disembarked their planes. He was a striking man, actually he looked like he'd stepped right out of a GQ magazine. He was about six feet tall or so with jet-black hair and dark sinister looking eyes. I could tell from the way he filled out his driver's uniform that he was more than muscular and I guessed his weight to be around one hundred and ninety five pounds. I didn't think that my ride would have been there already but I was so relieved that he was since I was so drained from the meeting and the flight.
"I'm Chris," I said to him after retrieving my luggage from the carousel.
He just smiled, shook my hand and said, "You look like you're ready to sleep for a week. Bad business meeting?"
"Oh I sure am," I said as he took my luggage and we walked out to where he had a beautiful luxury van waiting. "And yeah, it was a long and boring meeting."
He placed my luggage in the back of the van then he opened the door to the back seat area and told me to hop in, to sit back and relax.
"Are you thirsty?" he asked me. "As you can see this vehicle is equipped with a full mini bar.
"Yes please," I said as he opened a started bottle of cold seltzer, poured a glass of it and handed it to me.
(A perfect gentleman he was.) It was a weird feeling let me tell you, that although I'm engaged to a beautiful woman I found the driver to be strangely attractive. Now I would never say that out loud but I couldn't help but notice him. As I sat down in the back seat of the van he said, "Make yourself comfortable," so I propped my feet up on the consoles between the front seats. Gads, it felt so good to relax. I was starting to feel a little groggy and thought it was just the jet lag. Gads, how wrong I was. I sipped the seltzer and watched as he hopped into the driver's seat and said, "Okay, we are out of here." I knew the trip from the airport to my house was going to be about twenty minutes so I just laid back to enjoy the ride, but little did I know what the driver had in store for me. And little did I know the "detour" my life was about to take.
"Nice socks," he said as he glanced down quickly at my feet.
"Thanks," I replied sheepishly, thinking what's so good about these socks.
I mean, I wear them all the time. I have a sock drawer filled with practically all the same style. I had never before had anyone compliment me on my damned socks. Suits, ties, even certain shirts I had worn I had received compliments on, but never my socks. My head was starting to feel funny by this time and as I sipped down the last of my seltzer he looked in the rearview mirror and asked, "Are you okay?" My head was spinning. I felt him start to slide his hand over my leg just over my shoes and again he said, "Nice socks." Gads, I had no strength to pull my feet away so I simply said, "Get your hands off my feet please." I didn't want to be rude but his handling of my feet was making me uncomfortable. And if he liked my socks so much I would tell him where he could go to buy them for himself. But gads, it did feel nice as he moved his hand over my socked ankle up to my calf.
"Your fiancee must really think you're sexy in these socks doesn't she?" he asked me.
"Just drive and never mind my fiancee or my socks," I said sternly, wondering how he knew I had a fiancee.
I didn't recall telling him that I was engaged. I was starting to get agitated. I mean, what did he need to know for of how my fiancee feels seeing me in my sheer dress socks? My life is my own. He looked back again in the rearview mirror and said, "I bet your feet are nice and sensitive in these socks," and snapped the elastic in them against my skin. At that point I started to yell at him, "Get the fuck away from my feet man!!" The next thing I knew the van was stopped and he was grabbing my ankles. From the glove compartment he produced a roll of duct tape and secured my feet together and with one fast swoop he pulled me from the seat, wedging me down on the floor between the front and back seats. My feet were up on the console between the front seats and my body was jammed so tight that I couldn't move.
"Y-you put something in that drink, didn't you?" I asked him, feeling a tad more than nervous now, looking up stupidly at my duct taped feet.
It was the only explanation as to why I felt so weak and couldn't move. Gads, I couldn't get away from him now if I tried, but I had to do something I thought. All he did was ignore me as I pleaded.
"Now this sure looks more than inviting," he said as he looked down at my shoes propped up on his console.
My eyes opened wider than ever in fear, seeing him reach over to the passenger seat and pulling a knife.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" I asked with tears in my eyes.
All I could think was, "My God, what is happening???" I watched in out-right horror as he slipped the knife under the laces of my expensive Bostonian shoes and started cutting my laces like they were butter.
"Here, let me make you more comfortable," he said sarcastically as he slipped one of my shoes off my feet. "Whoa, you must have been in these shoes a long time!"
He put my shoe to my nose and mouth and made me sniff the deep inside of it. The scent of leather and feet and sock sweat assaulted my nostrils. I have to admit that the smell was a bit overwhelming, even a little intoxicating. Now my sheer socked foot was totally exposed and vulnerable. Holding up one finger he smiled fiendishly and ran the tip of his finger across my sole. I flinched, trying to get away from his finger.
"Awwww, what's the matter, are you ticklish?" he asked me snidely, this time running the tip of his finger slowly across the bottom of my sheer socked foot, causing me to flinch again.
Gads, I am sooooo ticklish I thought, hoping that he was just being sarcastic. Thoughts of my fiancee tickling my feet and how much I hated it ran through my mind. She knows that when she tickles me she can get her way every time. Before I could even finish that train of thought though the driver's fingers were running up and down my sole at what felt like a hundred miles an hour. Fighting back the laughter was all I could do but the chuckling started anyway. I wanted to explode when he started in again, saying, "Coochee Coo, coochee coo as he was tickling my foot. The feeling of him running his finger over the bottom of my foot was getting me to laugh enough, but him saying "Coochee Coo" was making it all the worse.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, heeee, heeee, heeeee, ssssssttttooooppppp!!!!" I cackled crazily, laughing my laugh that my fiancee loves so much.
My foot twitched and wiggled, trying to get away from his relentless fingers. He then cut the laces on my other shoe with his knife and slipped that shoe off me as well. He reached down, placed my smelly shoes on my chest and forced me to inhale the scent emanating from them. Without skipping a beat he started in on my other foot.
"Heeeee, heeeee, heeeeee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I squawked, laughing and crying at the same time and praying all the while that he would stop.
What a sight my feet were, wedged tight and shoeless between the console of this guy's van, and me too weak from whatever had been in that seltzer to move my feet from his grasp. Gads, I was too weak to even move my arms to try to sit up and defend myself.
"What the fuck is going on!?!" I roared demandingly and all I heard in response was dead silence, dead silence except for the sounds of my hyena-like laugh.
All I could think was, "My God, I'm dead, what does he want with me? My socks of all things seemed to have caused him to go into a trance of some sort. He stopped tickling me and again drove the van. I lay there between the seats in silence, not wanting to distract him from driving, afraid to try to bring attention to myself, but mostly afraid that he would start in again tickling me. I looked around as we drove and didn't even recognize where I was at this point. All I wanted was to go home and sleep and now where the hell was I? Gads, what was going to happen to me? Fear gripped me like I was being squeezed motionless. I looked up at my captor in the rearview mirror. He had the most piercing dark eyes I had ever seen. Every so often he would look back and just smirk at me, teasing and tickling my feet as he drove, getting some good loud cackles and chuckles out of me. We had been traveling a ways and at that point I had no idea where we were.
"Oh, you are going to do just fine," he would say.
I looked up to the mirror again and he looked at me with such an intense stare that I could see he was planning something, formulating what he was going to do with me in his mind.
"Yes, you will do just fine," he said again.
I didn't like the way he would say that or the tone of his voice. He actually sounded like some sort of deranged or mad scientist.
"Why did I get in this van?" I asked myself.
When I saw that my usual driver wasn't there why didn't I not go with this guy? Why didn't I heed the warnings of the security chief where I work where traveling executives and the danger of abduction were concerned? Because I was tired, because I wanted to get home to my fiancee and most of all because I was horny, that's why, gads!! I recalled the security chief telling us how kidnappers impersonated limo drivers in order to snag traveling executives for ransom from the companies they worked for. Although in my case I doubted this guy wanted ransom money in return for me. The way he was tickling me seemed to confirm that he had other plans for me. I started to thrash around a little, hoping I could get someone outside the van to notice my plight, and me but the windows were shut and tinted.
"Now be careful, you don't want to hurt yourself," he said with an evil grin, giving my socked toes a squeeze.
I didn't stop thrashing however. I knew that someone driving alongside us would have to notice my feet propped on his console. The front window wasn't tinted after all he had to see where he was going. And lets face it, how often does one see a guy driving with another guy's socked feet propped on his console?
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked him in total fear. "What the fuck do you want?"
He looked back at me and said, "I've seen you before when you came back from other business trips and I've seen you sitting in the airport waiting for your ride. I couldn't help noticing you in these sheer socks that you wear while you were seated and I always wondered if you were ticklish."
Gads, all this because he liked my socks??? I have an entire sock drawer full of them, SHIT!!! I could give them to him if that is what it would take to make him stop. My fiancee buys me my socks. Like most girls and most wives she keeps me well supplied in fresh pairs of socks and underwear. She buys me the sheer socks for a few reasons. First and foremost she knows that they're my favorites at this point, second she says that I look real cute in them, and third, and most important she knows how intense being tickled can feel while wearing sheers. But gads, it's one thing to have my fiancee tickling me, but to have this guy who had abducted me right out of the airport tickling me is a whole other story bud. After a long while more of driving he brought the van to an abrupt stop. He stepped out and opened the side door. Reaching down he cuffed my hands behind me, still with that same evil look in his eyes. It was almost a playful look actually and I really didn't know what to think about it, other than the fact that I was in absolute terror when I heard him say, "Time to begin."
"Time to begin what?" I asked in more than total terror at that point. "What are you talking about? What do you want with me?"
By now tears were running freely down my cheeks. Again with that same response of silence he started to yank me roughly from the van and to over his shoulder, not letting my socked feet touch the ground. I could feel his hard muscled body as he effortlessly draped me over his shoulder and carried me toward the only house I could see around.
"Put me down!" I demanded angrily, my head dangling near his tight looking bubble butt. "Get your hands off me you fucking pervert!!"
I could still barely move, but I could feel that whatever he had slipped into the seltzer I had drank was starting to wear off, but gads, I was still going nowhere. All I could do was struggle in my captor's grasp, trying to wiggle and get away. But even if I did get out of his grasp where was I to go? I wasn't even sure where I was and I couldn't walk if he did put me down. As he got me inside the house he put me down but with my feet still secured with the duct tape and my hands still cuffed, gads, as I said, I was going nowhere. I looked around the room and all I saw was a small table in the shadows with several things lain out on it. A machine or something was in another corner and a larger table suspended from the ceiling with three holes in it. As I looked around the room all I could think was, what was he going to do with me? I wiggled my toes nervously in my sheer socks.
"Please let me go man," I begged him. "I'll give you whatever you want, gads, just don't hurt me."
He finally spoke up in a deep voice saying, "I'll get whatever I want, don't worry."
Then, with fast agility and amazing strength he undid one of the handcuffs on my wrists, yanked my hands in front of me and quickly re-locked the cuff around my wrist. My hands were now locked in front of me. Gads, as he had done that I hadn't even had the strength to resist him, he was that strong and that fast. Taking me by my hands he dragged me to the center of the room as I struggled uselessly, lifting them to the chains suspending the table he locked my hands into the chains. Gads, I could barely reach the floor.
"Now we can get down to business," he said with the most evil smile I had ever seen, but yet there was something in his eyes that was almost hypnotic, so hypnotic that I was actually finding myself aroused.
He walked over to the table in the shadows and picked up a few items, looking at them in the way a surgeon would look at his instruments. I was terrified and aroused all at the same time, being tied up like this. What the hell were he doing and what the fuck was he going to do to me? He rolled the table over to me and I still had no idea what he was doing with all those things. Feathers, brushes, oil, a pen and the thing that frightened me the most, gads, a large pair of scissors.
"You look so vulnerable hanging there like that," he said as he reached up and grabbed my ribs with his fingers.
I tried so hard not to laugh that sweat was forming on my forehead.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" he taunted me.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I cried. "All of this just because you like my damned socks?? Gads, of all things! Here, take them, they're yours, please man, just let me go!!"
"Oh, I will have them when I'm done," he said. "But let you go? Hmmm, I don't think so."
Then he started to laugh.
"I've always wanted to take a young handsome suit guy like you and have my way with him," he said to me when he'd stopped laughing. "And when I heard on the dispatch radio that you were to be picked up from the airport I thought that this was a perfect time to try for you."
"Fuck man, I will give you whatever you want," I pleaded incoherently in fear at that point, glancing down at my sheer socked feet. "Here, take my socks, just let me go. I won't even call the police or anything, just let me go!"
As we were speaking back and forth he took the scissors from the table and started cutting away at my suit jacket.
"Oh gads, oh gads, what the fuck?" I garbled. "My suit, my suit is brand new, what the fuck are you doing man? Do you know how much this Brooks Brothers suit cost?"
But he ignored me again, giving me the silent treatment as he cut methodically and slowly. All I could think at that moment was my goddamned brand new suit and he's cutting it like it was an old rag. He looked deeply and intently into my eyes as he popped each button off my shirt slowly, one at a time. Slowly, so fucking slowly he cut away the rest of my shirt and off went my new tie with it as well. With his eyes riveted on mine he placed the scissors on the table next to us. Gads, here I was all chained up and he started again running his fingers up and down my now naked sides.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I roared in laughter. "Stop that, oh fuck, stop that!!! I am sooooooo ticklish!!! I can't take it, please doooooon't!!!!"
"Stop?" he asked me, breaking his silence again. "What do you mean stop? I'm just getting started here."
He reached into my peach fuzzed blond pits with the tips of his fingers, wiggling them frantically.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Noooooooo, please not there!!!" I laughed pleadingly, visions of my fiancee tickling my more than sensitive armpits fleeting through my head. "I can't take that!!!! Heeeee, heeee, heeeee, heeeeee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
He was exploring my body with every wiggle of his fingers and it seemed as if he were taking notes in his mind, memorizing my most sensitive spots. I couldn't take it but I couldn't help that somehow it felt good too. . .
He stopped tickling me with his fingertips and my eyes then popped open wide in terror when I saw him reach into his pants pocket and he took out an electric high-powered toothbrush.
"Hooooo no, no," I blubbered as he flicked the toothbrush on to high speed, slowly bringing it toward me.
The bristles on that thing were vibrating at what looked like a thousand miles per hour. All I could do was watch in total horror as he moved it toward my armpits. When the bristles were pressed against one of my pits I nearly went crazy.
"Yaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!" I guffawed. "Ohhhrrrr gads, ohhhhhh fuucckkkk!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, harrrr, harrrrr, harrrrrrrr!!!!"
"Hardy fucking har," my captor chuckled and spun the vibrating toothbrush around and around inside my armpit and then around the outer edges of it.
I couldn't even stop laughing long enough to catch my breath as he abandoned my first pit and moved the toothbrush to my other one.
"AYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" I cried out in laughter. "D-do you always carry a battery-powered toothbrush with you? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
"But of course," he replied as he tickle tortured my randy pit, pressing the vibrating device hard against the inside of my poor armpit. "One never knows when an opportunity like this one is going to present itself."
He spent a good twenty to thirty minutes alternating tickling my armpits with the toothbrush, listening to the music of my laughter it seemed. When he stopped tickling my armpits I felt a sudden rush of relief that was short lived. Short lived because the next thing he did was to start moving that damned toothbrush toward my nipples.
"No, no, not my tits, please, oh please man," I pleaded to his seemingly deaf ears.
Looking down with an expression of more than dismay etched on my face I watched as he pressed the vibrating bristles against the very tip of my left nipple.
"AYYYYYRRRRRR!!!!!" I screamed and felt heat engulfing my nipple as he swirled the toothbrush over and around it, but really concentrating mostly on the tip of my poor nub.
"Seems that you have really sensitive tits eh?" he asked me, smiling meanly and fiendishly, giving my right nipple a squeeze as he tickle tortured my left one.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed loudly and bucked around as I hung there feeling totally helpless.
He switched to my right nipple with the toothbrush and as he tickled that one and listened to me laugh I looked down at my left one. It looked like it was swollen up to twice its size.
"Ohhhhh my poor tits," I whimpered and laughed at the same time.
He stopped torturing my nipples with the toothbrush w little while later and the sound of it being turned off was music to my ears bud.
"We are going to have lots of fun here today," he said to me, pocketing the toothbrush.
Before I could catch my breath he went back to work cutting my suit off me, this time cutting away at my pants. When they were thoroughly cut down the sides he finally ripped them away, exposing a bulge in my underpants. I was hoping he wouldn't notice it.
"Awwwwww, you do like this don't you?" he asked, looking down, holding the shards of my suit pants in his hand.
Gads, I was more than mortified. Here I am engaged to the most beautiful woman in the world and somehow this handsome psychotic who had abducted me is arousing me. What would she say? What would she think that if she saw me now in this more than fucked up position, stripped to my sheer socks and briefs and all chained up? How would she react if I told her that some guy had kidnapped me just to use me for his tickling pleasure and, and because he liked my socks. Looking at him again I had to admit he was quite stunning, broad shoulders, muscular arms and a chiseled body that couldn't be beat. All I could do was stare as he fell to his knees in front of me, looking at my bulge and gads, sniffing my underpants. I had put on a new pair of Frederick's of Hollywood black silk bikini briefs this morning to surprise my girl with. She always said she loves the feel of silk and I thought for sure how these briefs would drive her crazy when she saw me in them. My God, of all the twisted turns of events, because now there was some guy staring at and sniffing them, not her.
"Oh, now these are nice," he said and started to kiss my cock through my underpants.
I started to moan, man it felt good. I couldn't believe that he was really turning me on now. Awwww man, fuck it, I got to admit, I wanted to shoot a load right then and there, but this was a guy doing me, how humiliating at the same time!! With his tongue and teeth he grabbed my silky briefs and slowly dragged them down, looking up into my eyes the whole time, my eyes that were filled with a mixture of fear and excitement at the same time. My big rock hard cock was now standing straight out, dripping big droplets of pre cum and my peach fuzzed balls hung low and sweaty and smelly in my sexy sac.
"Here, let me take care of that for you," he chuckled.
Sticking out his tongue he licked the head of my cock, cleaning off the pre cum. But every time he slurped away my oozing pre cum more of the good stuff would appear and he would lick that off as well. Man, I could not believe this that this guy had me wanting to cum so bad. This was beyond humiliating for a straight guy I thought. But nevertheless he went on and on licking my pre cum from the tip of my slit every time it appeared. I was jerked back to reality quite suddenly when he reached up to my armpits with his long muscular arms while he was sucking the tip of my cock. His fingers started moving frantically again against my pits.
"Oh Nooooooooo, pleeeeeeeasseeeee sttttoppppppp Don't dooooooo that!!!!" I cried out, but actually I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or moan in pleasure at this point.
He wrapped his lips around my cock and I have to admit that that got me even more excited. His fingers started to travel down my ribs and each time he touched a new area it would drive me crazy all over again.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed crazily. "Cooooommmeeee on ssssstttttoooppppp!!!! I-I can't take this!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! No more please, nooooo more!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!"
He then returned to one of the worst spots that he could have, my nipples, wiggling and twirling his fingertips over them, teasing them, grabbing them, tickling the fuck out of them.
After having tortured them with that damned battery powered toothbrush my poor nipples were beyond sensitive.
"Noooooooo ohhhhhhhh Gooooodddddd, pleeeeeeaaase, not there, oh no, no, not there!!!!" I reeled, trying to control my laughter as he tickled the worst place where he could have gotten me.
He looked up at me with those dark eyes and I felt what was akin to the most intense desire course through me. God, I must be crazy I thought he is so fucking attractive! But he's a guy. Gads, what would my fiancee say? How humiliating, a guy turning me on? He looked around the small table and reached to grab the oil. He doused my tickled and now more than sensitive nipples with the oil and I knew that with the oil on them his fingers were going to slide all the more. Moments later my fears were confirmed.
"Hee, hee, heee, heeeee, heeeee, heeeee, heeee, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Ohhhhhh God noooo, heeee, heeee, heeee, heeeee, heeee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, heeeeee!!!!" I laughed that stupid hyena-sounding laugh of mine.
His fingers were sliding up and down my nipples, fuck, what could I do but laugh.
"G-get the fuck away from me!!!" I screamed at him. "Get the fuck away!!!"
Little good that did as he seemed to tickle me more and more the more I protested. I could feel the oil running down my chest. That in itself almost tickled the way it trickled slowly over me. It didn't help that my captor's fingers started following the oil down my chest, burrowing it into my thighs. Each inch was sheer torture. Gads, I thought I was going to go insane with his touch. Each second his hands were on me the closer I felt I was going over the edge. He slid his fingers over my throbbing cock. Oh please, let me just shoot my load I thought somewhat incoherently. It ached so bad that I just had to shoot, but now the fucker wouldn't even touch it. Gads, first he sucks me up to a rock hard boner, tickles me in the spots sure to get me all worked up and more than horny and then he leaves me dripping pre cum, feeling frustrated and angry at the same time. Fuck, fuck, if my work buddies at the office could see me now I wondered what they would think. I wondered how they would feel if some deranged hunk had kidnapped them for their damned dress socks. God knows that all my office buddies wear dress socks. . .
I was jarred from my thoughts quite suddenly as my captor then grabbed my sheer socked feet by the ankles and flipped me over on the suspended table. THUMP I landed stomach down atop the table. Immediately he yanked my feet and stretched my legs, fastening them to the table in a somewhat spread eagle position. Positioning me then to fit in the three holes on the table. My cock and balls were pulled through the middle hole on the table and as well my nipples at the other end of the table were positioned in the other two holes. Gads, I was a perfect fit. Now what the hell was I in for? Here I am I thought, spread eagle and face down on a table with my cock, balls and nipples sticking out on display beneath the table. Reaching down he then grabbed one of my feet and the brush from the smaller table next to us. Brush, brush, brush, brushing the bottom of my sheer socked foot. The way he'd started in on my sheer socked foot made me literally screech like a little girl.
"Sttttooppppp!!!!!" I cried, as that brush was a killer. "Heeeee, heeee, heeee, heeee, heeee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!"
I thought for sure that I was going to explode at that point. I could not believe that this fucker was so into tickling me.
"Get, oh gads, get the fuck away from my feet man!!!" I managed to yell out. "Haven't you had enough already?"
Back again to the silence. He quickly undid the restraints on my feet and I could feel him slipping my sheer socks off my feet, the prizes he'd sought all along. He quickly fastened my now bare feet back to the table. Turning my head I saw him deposit my socks into a plastic zip-lock bag. No more, I can't take it I thought miserably as I saw him now moving that smaller table closer to us. I could see several feathers.
"Oh my God, what now?" I asked miserably, knowing all too well at that point why he'd taken my socks off me.
He pulled the first feather between my toes and with a wince I tried to pull away.
"No, no, you can't get away that easily," he said with a grin, breaking his silence for the moment.
He then explored the rest of my naked feet with that feather.
"AHHHHHHH, noooooo, he, hee, hee, hee, heeee, heeeee, heeeee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed uncontrollably. "Sssssstttttooooppp nottttt thhhhheerrrrreeee!!! PLEEEEAAAASEEEEEEE!!!!!" After a long while more he finally stopped and walked away. I was breathless. I thought that finally the ordeal was over and that he would let me go at this point. My cock throbbed big and hard pulled through the hole in the center of the table. What the fuck was going on with that? I must be crazy I thought. For no apparent reason this handsome guy had kidnapped me and was now tickle torturing the life out of me and somehow he was quite honestly turning me on. I can't be gay, I really cannot be. I'm going to be married soon and this is all insane. Looking at the small table next to me where he'd placed the plastic zip-lock bag with my socks in them I thought what a shitty thing that was, to steal a guy's socks, of all things. . .
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Heeeeee, heeee, heeee, heeee, heeeee!!!!" I roared laughingly as he was back at my feet again with that damned brush and brushing the bottoms of them, making them twitch in the restraints.
"Just want to have you really worked up for what I'm going to do to you next Chris," he said to me, calling me by my name for the first time throughout this whole twisted ordeal.
He stopped brushing my feet and then pulled over the machine that was in the shadows of the room. I had no idea what it was but I knew that now I was about to find out. I had never seen anything like it before that was for sure. There were three protruding feathers in the top center of the thing. They were in the shape of a triangle and gads they were rotating. A few feet further down on the thing were three more feathers and just like the first three they were rotating as well. All I could do was lay there and watch in horror as he slid the machine under the table. I realized then that the feathers matched to the three holes (the two for my nipples and the other one for my poor cock and balls) in the table. He pushed a button on the machine and suddenly the feathers moved up higher and spun faster, spun faster against the very tip of my cock and over my dangling sexy balls and against the tips of my nipples.
"Heeeee, heeeee, heeeeee, hahahahahhahahahhahahhahahhaaaahhhhhaaaa!!!!!" I blurted loudly and insanely as the machine under me did its evil work of tickle torturing the fuck out of me. "AAAAAAARGGGHGHhhhhh Nooooooooooooooooo Plllleeeeaassseeeee sttttttooopppppp!!!!!"
Now I knew why he had used that electric toothbrush on my nipples earlier. It was to get them all worked up and beyond sensitive for the torture he was now dealing them. I twitched and spasmed on that table like a fish out of water and as that devilish machine was tickling my nipples, cock and balls he went back down by my feet and started in on them. He tickled the bottoms of my feet with his fingertips while the horrid contraption under the table tortured me like crazy. I couldn't believe how the feathers working on my cock tickled and felt good at the same time. Never before had my fiancee tickled me in this type of fashion. Gads, my fiancee I thought miserably, if she could see her man now. I knew that at any moment I was going to explode my executive juices. I felt my cock more than filled up and ready to empty out at any damned second. Amazing how being tickle tortured did this to me. Just before I was ready to lose my load he stopped the damned machine by reaching under the table and obviously flipping an "off" switch on the thing. The feathers stopped and receded back down into the machine.
"God damn you!!!" I yelled, knowing that he knew now that I wanted (needed?) to shoot my load. "Gads man, at least let me shoot!"
He laughed at me and said that if he let me shoot my load he would set the timer and then flip on the tickle machine again under the table. Before I could utter a response he squatted at the side of the table, reached under it and grabbed my throbbing hard manhood. He started stroking it, making my balls swing back and forth in my sexy sac at the same time.
"Awwwwwwwhhhhh yes, yes, let me shoot, please let me shoot!!!" I panted madly, my head raised up off the table, speaking through trembling lips. "Gads, you got me so horned up that I can't believe it Mister!!"
"Heh, heh, the name is Wayne," he said to me as he stroked me faster, using the droplets of my pre cum as a lubricant over the crown of my manhood.
"W-wish I could say it's a pleasure to meet you Wayne," I garbled and then felt it. "But, ohhhhhhhrrrr g-gads, I-I-I'm goin' to cum man, ohhhhrrrrr you fucking kidnapper, I'm goin' to cum like goddamned gangbusters!!!!"
He stroked my cock for all he was worth and my head landed back on the table, as I was totally breathless.
"Ahhhhhhrrrrrrr fuccccckkk Wayne, Wayne," I gasped his name in the throes of forced ecstasy.
His hand felt like it was moving at more than a hundred miles an hour over my cock, siphoning every possible drop of the good stuff from me.
"Ayyyyrrrrrrrr fucker!!!" I seethed through clenched lips, lifted up my head again and quickly lay it back down.
I could imagine the mess my juices were making under the table as they splattered all over the floor each time he extracted more of the creamy stuff from me. When I was done shooting my cock went semi hard in his hand and he gave it a few last strokes, really sending chills and thrills through me at that point.
"Ahhhhhrrrrr fuck, man, I'm all sensitive and sexy feeling down there now Wayne," I gibbered stupidly, sweating like crazy. "Don't be strokin' my pud right after I've cum."
"I'll say you're sexy," he muttered and I heard the tickle machine under the table being moved back into place directly under my cock, balls and nipples.
"Oh no, no, you wouldn't man," I pleaded to his deaf ears.
Then, I heard a click as the machine was turned on and suddenly my now more than sensitive and sexy parts were being thoroughly tickled all over again.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Hoooo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!!!!!" I laughed, sounding like Santa Claus in ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhhrrr no, no man, not after I've just shot a monster-sized load."
"As I said Chris, I'm setting the timer," Wayne said to me, standing next to the table I was on, holding up a conventional cooking timer. ". . . to two hours. . . "
"T-two hours????" I squealed. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
I felt the tips of the feathers under the table burrowing their way into the slit of my cock. I felt the tips of the other feathers spinning relentlessly against the tips of my nipples. I felt myself becoming hard again under the table and this bastard was going to make me wait two damned hours for the next explosion???
"Har, har, har, har, har, har, har, har, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!" I laughed insanely. "W-Wayne, t-turn it off, please man, turn it off!!!!"
"Ah, but we had a deal did we not?" he asked me in a tormenting tone of voice. "I told you that if I let you shoot a load that I would set the timer."
"B-but, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! But y-you didn't say I would have to be tickle tortured for an entire two hours!!!" I blubbered in between laughing. "Har, har, har, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
"Well, seeing as you're the sexy exec all tied up I would say it's my prerogative to determine how much tickling you will endure," he replied, ruffling my sweat sopped hair. "And after this two hours is over I'll give you a short break, and then it's on to another tickle marathon for you, possibly three hours."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed and laughed. "Ohhhhh you fucker!"
Smiling meanly Wayne picked up a feather from the small table next to me and I craned my head to see what he was planning on using it for. Gads, when I saw him looking at the crack of my spread ass I wished I hadn't looked.
"Ohhhhhhh no, no, th-that would be beyond awful Wayne, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!" I gasped.
Then, my eyes crossed in my head and I stared straight ahead in bewilderment and laughter as the guy slowly inserted the tip of the feather into my moist and sweaty rancid anus.
"AYYYYYYYRRRRRR HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, no, no, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" was all I could sputter out as the guy twirled the tip of the feather in my poor anus, tickle torturing my rosebud. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!"
As the feathers on the machine under the table rotated at a high speed against my nipples, balls and cock tip Wayne twirled and spun the feather tip in my anus, driving me more than nutty with laughter. I farted loud and smelly a few times, which got my captor laughing as well and waving his hand around to clear the air. My butt cheeks twitched atop the table as Wayne managed to get that damned feather even further inside my hole, spinning it and twirling it as he went. I bucked madly and simply laughed louder and louder like a damned out of control hyena. My hands cuffed in front of me on the table pounded up and down involuntarily.
"W-Wayne, pl-please sssssstttooppppp!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed and when he slowly extracted the feather from my twitching anal hole I farted loud, sounding like a buzz saw. "F-fucker!!!"
Smiling meanly he put the feather down next to me, stepped away from the table and picked up the plastic zip-lock bag containing my sheer socks. I watched, laughing all the while as the machine under the table tormented me as Wayne sat down on a nearby chair, holding my socks in hand like they were his prized possession.
"Wh-what is it about my socks, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, th-that's got you so enraptured?" I managed to gasp in between bouts of laughter. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
Without a word the guy opened the zip-lock bag, took out one of my socks (his socks now) and pressed the toes section of it against his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply. He seemed to be in a state of ecstasy as he inhaled the scent emanating from my smelly socks. One thing my fiancee always complained about was how bad my socks smelled at the end of the day, even though she thought I looked really cute in sheers. Gads, when I was a kid in high school I always wore thick white sweat socks with sneakers. Back then I never entertained thoughts of wearing dressy sheer socks, but when my girl told me how cute she thought I would look in them, well, my sock drawer became a collection of sheers bud.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!" I roared, watching as Wayne sniffed and even licked my stolen socks. "F-fucking pervert, sn-sniffing my rancid socks!!"
By now he had both my socks in his hand and was rubbing the toes section of them against his face, right under his nose, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth, stealing tastes of me on my socks. Watching him, laughing like crazy I felt my cock getting harder than hard under that damned table he had lying on.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I cackled like a madman. "Th-this is unbelievable man!!! Y-you got my socks, now, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Now how about lettin' me go man???"
"Let you go?" Wayne asked me. "But Chris, we're just getting started here. You can't go until I'm done with you."
"D-done with me? Y-you mean tickling me till I laugh myself to death?" I managed to sputter out before I was engulfed by another bout of violent laughter. "Har, har, har, har, har, har, har, har, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!"
The feeling of the spinning feathers rotating against my wide sexy slit and over my balls and nipples admittedly was having a hardening effect on my most private member.
"Ayyyyrrrrrrrr, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, c-can't believe I'm so fucking worked up again Wayne," I gasped, feeling my hard cock twitching slowly under the table, pre cum oozing at the tip of it.
"In need of some relief?" Wayne asked me teasingly, slipping my stolen socks back into the zip-lock bag and zipping it shut good and tight. "Mmmmm, need to preserve this great odor of yours. Now, what were we talking about?"
"W-Wayne, I'm so fucking worked up again under the table!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!"
"Ah, yes, need to shoot a second load my handsome young executive?" he asked me and stood up.
He stepped over to the table and picked up the feather.
"Ohhhhhh no, no, Wayne, don't do that man, come on, give a guy a break here!!!" I roared angrily as the guy again inserted the tip of the feather into my anal hole, rotating it as he went. "Ohhhhhrrrrr g-gads, y-you're goin' to have me fartin' and stinkin' up your place again man!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! B-bastard!!!"
"Tell me how badly you need to shoot that second load Chris," Wayne teased me meanly, spinning and inserting the feather further into my hole.
"R-real bad man, y-your goddamned tickle feathers under the table have got me harder than a fucking rock!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!" I railed at him.
"Are you sure it's the feathers that have you so worked up and not something else?" he asked me, looking directly into my eyes as I craned my neck around to look at him as he tickle tortured my butt hole.
I gulped hard and could only laugh in response to his obviously leading question.
"Does your fiancee get you this worked up Chris?" he asked me, sliding the feather around and around in my hole.
"O-of course she does, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!" I responded. "What do you think, that I'm some kind of faggot like you? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
"Ah, now we're getting somewhere," Wayne chuckled and extracted the feather from my hole, getting some honking sounding farts from me.
"Arrrrrhhhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, th-this is more than mortifying!!" I gurgled.
I pursed my lips tightly together and squeezed my eyes shut as more farts erupted from me and I was suddenly seized by another fit of laughter.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!" I laughed, my handsome captor watching that, with sadistic looking satisfaction as his feather machine under the table did it's evil work, the feather held in his hand.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!" I laughed and looked up to see Wayne standing at the head of the table.
"So many times I saw you sitting there at the airport waiting for your ride when I had been sent to pick up other passengers," he mused, running the tip of the feather over my face, up and down my cheeks. "So many times seeing you sitting there with your suit pants hiked up, showing off your sexy sheer socks."
I looked up at him and managed to grimace awkwardly.
"So many times I imagined having you here in this way, so many times I wondered how you would react to what I'm doing to you right now," he went on. "Let you go Chris? I think not, no, not for a while at least. Because as you can see I've waited too long to put this little plan of mine in motion."
"O-other passengers?" I blurted angrily. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! D-did you kidnap those guys too? Did you tickle torture them and steal their damned socks??? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
"Heh, no, none of them affected me in the way you did," he replied, looking around the room he had me trapped in. "You were the reason I created this whole setup Chris."
He ran the tip of the feather over my face a few more times and then stepped back to the center of the table. I nearly blanched and laughed louder and louder as the guy slid the feather into my anal crevice again. . .
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed insanely, my cock beyond hard and throbbing now under the table. "W-Wayne pl-please man, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
"Still want to shoot that pent-up second load of yours Chris?" Wayne asked me, sliding the feather in and out of my hole, spinning it in there every few seconds.
Chills and thrills coursed through my very being as I was past being sensitized at that point. It felt as if every part of my flesh was alive and tingling.
"I'll allow you to shoot a second load Chris," my captor said with a grin.
"Th-thank you man, thank you," I managed to grunt.
"After your two hours of being tickled are over," he said and slid the feather deep inside my hole.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! ARRRRRRRHHHH no, no man!!!" I cried.
"And you still have just about an hour and a half left to go my handsome young executive," Wayne chuckled, sounding real sinister at that point.
"Pl-please man," I panted, tears forming in my eyes at that point.
As much as I was laughing I have to admit I had never been so scared in my whole life. . . Admittedly I cried like a baby in between my bouts of laughter. . . And, and I also should admit that I had never been so turned on before in my whole life, the hard-on I was sporting (and that was being tickled) under the table was more than solid evidence, pardon the pun.
"I'll be back in a while Chris," Wayne said, taking the feather from my hole and placing it on the table next to the zip-lock bag that my socks were in. "I need to take care of a few things in the house."
"No, no, d-don't leave me like this man!!!" I roared at him, watching helplessly as he walked toward the door of the room.
"I'll bring you something to drink when I return," he said. "By the time your two hours of tickle torture are over I'm sure you'll need it."
Smiling, he waved at me in a feminine mannerism and then to my horror I was all-alone in that room, being tickled and tickled and tickled by that infernal machine under the table. My butt twitched and I farted loud and smelly. . . Two hours. . . gads!!!!
Lying there feeling totally helpless, looking at the zip-lock bag with my socks in it I suddenly started thinking about the day my fiancee, Linda, had bought me those socks. . .
We had been dating for a good six or seven months when she gave me the small gift-wrapped box that she had in her night table drawer. We had just finished having some intense sex and we were lying side by side on her bed in her one bedroom apartment. Linda is five years older than I. She has beautiful long and silky brown hair, chestnut colored eyes and the body of a girl who jogs ten miles everyday, only because she jogs ten miles everyday.
"Feeling good?" she asked me, laying on her stomach and looking intently into my eyes in the softly lit bedroom, the light on her night table and the one on my side of the bed the only lights on in the room.
"Oh, I'm feeling more than good," I replied with a smile as she gave one of my erect nipples a slight squeeze.
With my arms folded up behind my head I involuntarily flexed my biceps and pursed my lips as she'd squeezed my nipple. God knows my nipples are always sensitive and always erect after sex. Linda had noticed that early on in our relationship and took full advantage of it. Every time we were done having sex she loved to tweak and squeeze my nipples. She said I looked so cute when I grimaced at her touch.
"I'm feeling great," I said softly as she snuggled next to me and I slipped a muscular arm around her.
Lying there, both of us naked, our clothes strewn on the floor at the sides of the bed I gently kissed the top of her head.
"I love you," I whispered and my cock oozed what was left of my cum, dribbling at the tip.
Every time I told Linda I loved her it seemed to make my cock either pre cum or ooze more cum even after I'd achieved climax. She just had the effect on me, what can I say?
"I love you too Chris," she replied and slid out from under my arm. "I have a present for you."
"A present?" I asked her in reply as she reached over to the drawer in her night table and took out a small gift wrapped box. "But there's no occasion right now."
"So?" she asked me, holding out the box as I sat up on the bed. "We need an occasion to give a gift? It's something I saw and something that I've been thinking about for some time now. And I think we know each other well enough at this point to venture into some slightly kinky territory."
"Kinky territory huh?" I asked, holding up the box and shaking it, trying to determine from the sound inside it what it was.
Whatever was in the box sounded soft. That's the only way I could explain the sound it made.
"Open it Chris," Linda said with a grin.
"Sure thing," I said, leaning forward and kissing her on the lips before I got to the task of tearing into the navy blue wrapping paper.
She watched as I unwrapped the small box and then took the lid off it. With a smile of confusion etched on my face I took from the box one of three pairs of sheer calf length socks. The pair I was holding up was navy blue and ribbed. They are also the pair I was wearing when Wayne kidnapped me, the pair he now owns. The other two pairs were black and burgundy colored.
"Socks?" I asked her.
"Not just any socks, sheer socks," Linda said as I dangled the socks by their tops in front of my face.
"Yeah, so I see, sheers," I said, still not understanding. "You uh, don't like the socks I wear?"
"Well, like most guys out there you wear your socks till they're nearly decomposed," she said with a grin. "And I figured you could use some new pairs and a new style."
"I do not wear my socks till they're decomposed," I said with a sly grin, still holding the sheer navy blues in my hand.
I didn't want to admit that as soon as I had those socks in hand I felt more than a stirring in my cock. For some reason I knew I would be raring to go again very soon.
"Oh no?" Linda asked, reached down to the floor and picked up one of the cotton black socks I had worn with my suit that day to work.
Holding up my black sock she indicated the stretched material, the tear in the heel section and the hole where my big toe would be.
"See?" she asked me. "Decomfuckingposed!"
We both laughed.
"Okay thanks, I guess I did need some new socks at that," I said. "But sheers? Gads, they look so frilly and feminine. And how are sheer socks going to take us into some kinky territory?"
"Put them on and I'll show you," Linda said.
"Put them on?" I asked her. "Now?"
"Yeah, now," she said.
"But my feet are all moist and smelly from wearing my other socks all day, the ones that you called decomposed," I said, sounding confused.
"Put them on," Linda repeated. "You're in for a treat."
"Okay babe, whatever turns you on," I said and leaned forward, rolling one sock first over my left foot and up to my calf followed by the other one.
Linda watched intently as I worked the socks onto my sweaty, moist and smelly feet.
"Gads, I can smell my foot stink right through these things," I said with a grin, snapping the elastic against my calf. "But they do look kind of good on me don't you think?"
"Better than good," Linda said, running a hand over the tops of my feet and up to my calves. "They feel great too. I don't think you know it Chris, but you have very sexy feet. They're beautifully shaped and these socks really show the outline of them very vividly, not to mention very erotically."
"So now what?" I asked, not having mentioned the fact that my cock was again hard as a rock and as I said I was raring to go a second time.
"Now, lean back and grab the headboard at the sides," Linda instructed me. "And spread your legs out."
Looking at her with that uncertainty showing in my eyes I did as she said stretched myself out on my back and reached back to grab the sides of the headboard. My cock sticking straight up, twitching surely was a sight to behold. I was now stretched out in a spread eagle type of position and I have to admit I saw that Linda was looking at me adoringly.
"Okay, now no matter what, don't let go," Linda said and trailed the tip of one of her long fingernails against the bottom of my right sheer socked foot.
"H-hey, th-that tickles!!" I suddenly blurted as she held me by the ankle and tickled the bottom of my foot. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!"
"Hold still," Linda said and trailed her fingernail harder against the bottom of my foot.
"Wh-what are you doing babe?" I chuckled. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! Oh gads, y-you're tickling me. . . ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!"
"And look at the effect it's having on you," Linda said with a smile, indicating my pre cum dripping hard-on.
I wasn't so sure that Linda tickling me was what was making me so hard. I was hard as a rock the second I touched those sheer socks. Now, wearing them, looking down at my big meaty feet in them and being tickled by the woman I loved was making me harder it seemed and not to mention how she had talked about my "sexy feet."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed louder, holding onto the headboard real tight as Linda tickled and tickled my foot, my cock twitching and my armpits sweating like crazy. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! C-c'mon babe, wh-what's the point of this?"
She quickly abandoned my right foot and moved over to my left foot.
"This one just as ticklish?" she asked me, grabbed me by the ankle and began tickle torturing the bottom of my left foot.
"OOOOOOO woooo yes, yes, it is, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I replied a fit of laughter seeming to engulf me.
Even though I wasn't tied to that headboard and even though I could have stopped her at any moment I didn't. There was something so hot about the whole situation, wearing nothing but a pair of sheer socks, spread out like a Thanksgiving turkey, being tickled and harder than ever before all at the same time.
"Wait'll you see what I'm going to do after I'm done tickling you Chris," Linda said teasingly, looking hungrily at my cock.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed, realizing what a lucky guy I was.
A while later Linda stopped tickling my feet and I was sitting propped up against the headboard as she lay between my legs sucking my big hard member. I was in a state of sweaty ecstasy to put it plainly. Every part of me was alive and tingling from having been tickled. Now, as Linda sucked me every part of me was more than alive. As Linda sucked me slowly, fast and then slowly again she ran her hands over and over my sheer socked feet, which were propped, at her sides. Gads, what was it about me wearing those sheers that so drove her crazy? Gads, gads, and more importantly, what was it about them that so enticed Wayne to fucking kidnap my sorry and handsome ass???
Suddenly, I was jolted back to the present as Wayne came back into the room and juiced up the power on the machine under the table. I had lost all track of time at that point and I didn't know how long I had been alone in the room, alone with my thoughts of Linda. Now those rotating feathers felt like they were spinning at more than a hundred miles per hour.
"L-Linda, st-stop tickling me!!!" I suddenly blurted loudly as Wayne stood next to me, watching as I suffered in the throes of being tickle tortured.
"Were you far away and thinking about her just then?" Wayne asked me, ruffling my sweat-sopped hair. "When I came back in here you didn't even seem to notice me. You sure were laughing doubly loud though my young handsome executive."
"Y-you bastard!!!" I roared. "Wh-what is it that you and that fiancee of mine find so exciting about tickle torturing the fuck outa me?? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! Ohhhhhrrrrrrr Gods almighty Wayne, turn the machine off, please turn it off!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!"
I could actually feel the tip of the feather burrowing it's way into my wide sexy piss slit, as if it had a mind of it's own. I thought for sure that I would go crazier than crazy at any second.
I pounded my cuffed wrists on the tabletop.
"Turn it off?" Wayne asked me. "But Chris, you still have an hour to go."
"F-fuck man, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed. "Th-this is really some fucked up shit here!!!"
My hard cock was twitching like mad under the table as those feathers did their diabolical work. My juice filled balls ached with the need to shoot that second load but I dared not ask Wayne to jack me off just yet. Fuck it all, I still had another hour of tickle t
