I love being a sports agent. When you hitch your wagon to the right, people, you can make money. A lot of money. That’s how I got this mansion I’m living in today. Let’s just say I know how to pick the right people.

The other thing I love about being a sports agent? The sex. Even the “straightest” of athletes like to relieve some tension and have some fun. Personally, I have a thing for feet. I guess I’m what you’d consider more “submissive” when it comes to feet. I love when a guy with hot feet dominates me, but it doesn’t have to necessarily involve domination. I just love massaging and worshiping feet. It’s amazing how quickly you can get a guy to let you put his toes in your mouth after giving his feet a nice rub down. Some guys really get into it and have jerked me off with their feet. Nothing beats that sensation. At the very least, my photo collection of athlete feet has grown more than my dick.

A few of the guys have even offered to worship my feet (I’m not the only one with a foot fetish in the sports world). I typically decline, though, My feet are crazy sensitive, and even the slightest touch puts me into a laughing fit; and if there is one thing that I hate, it’s being tickled. It’s strange how they seem to be fine with me saying no when I offer my dick in their mouth rather than my feet.

Typically, though, you have to catch them earlier in their careers. When they become too big, they can get it anywhere. They tend to forget about their lowly agent. It’s what makes certain sports, like tennis, difficult. Many of the players start their careers at a young age, and I’m not getting myself into any trouble by going after anyone underage. Not to mention that underage is nothing but a turnoff. Occasionally, I’ll sign someone after he’s played a few years in college. But, that can be few and far between.

That thought was in the forefront of my mind as I sat there, shooting the breeze with two of the tennis world’s biggest stars, Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal. Oh, and did I mention that they are lounging on my couches . . . barefoot?

Let me rewind for a minute. I’ve worked with both Roger and Rafa for years now. They were already signed when I started on, but I quickly developed a relationship with them when I started being their agent. When both made the finals of the Australian Open, when no one expected either to do well, I was ecstatic. We went out for the celebratory fancy meals with friends and family, but I thought it would be fun to just hang out. I’ve had plenty of athletes to my home before, but never this caliber. When both agreed to stop over when they each took a few weeks off, I was thrilled.

I told them it was casual, but was nonetheless surprised (but very pleased) when both arrived wearing nothing but short, t-shirts, and flip-flops. They both quickly shed their footwear at the door and accepted the beers I gave them. I’m sitting there, in my shorts, t-shirt, and black ankle socks, but am having a very difficult time concentrating. I’m trying to subtly catch glances at each man’s beautiful soles.

I’m mentally comparing and contrasting the two athletes’ incredible feet. Roger has beautiful, long toes that he keeps flexing and curling. I have my legs crossed in hopes of concealing my ever-growing erection. Peering at Rafa’s meatier soles isn’t doing much to help the growing in my shorts. I was suddenly wishing that my clothes weren’t so tight. Throughout the conversation, I would pretend to check messages on my phone, but I actually clandestinely snapping photos of each man’s feet. I wanted to take video, especially of Roger’s toes moving back and forth, causing his soles to wrinkle (wrinkled soles are my biggest weakness). But, I was already hoping they didn’t notice how distracted I was; trying to get video would be too challenging.

Eventually, I had to excuse myself and went into my bedroom. My dick was throbbing and I needed a minute to myself. I also wanted to check the quality of the photos I took. I was surprised at how good the quality was and how perfect each man’s feet seemed. Athletes can, at times, have really ugly feet, but not these two. There was a part of me that wanted to take care of myself right there, but I’d have to be quick, and I wanted to wait until later to really enjoy myself. I had about 20 pictures of each player’s feet.

I exhaled, trying to think of anything to bring my boner down. I turned around, only to see Roger and Rafa standing in front of me. Both had removed their respective shirts. I was so stunned that dropped my phone; I was unable to speak. I couldn’t help but compare the two men’s chests, just as I did their feet. Roger had a slimmer frame and hair on his chest and stomach. Rafa had more muscular definition and looked very smooth. Roger walked past me and placed an open beer bottle down on the nightstand. Suddenly, I felt Rafa’s hands on me as he lifted my shirt over my head, removing it.

Roger was rummaging through the nightstand as Rafa pushed me down onto the bed. He walked to the other side of the bed and he and Roger each grabbed one of my arms, pulling me up to the top of the bed. Before I realized what was happening, Roger had used the handcuffs I had in the nightstand (how did he know they were there?) to cuff my wrists to the headboard.

I was trying to remember whom I had used those cuffs on and who could’ve possibly told the two men, but my mind was on sensory overload. I felt my socks being removed, and saw Roger stick one into his pocket. As he began to remove my shorts, I noticed Rafa come out of my closet with a few neckties. He helped Roger remove my underwear, leaving me completely naked. As each man grabbed one of my ankles and tied it to the legs of the bed, my seven-and-a-half inches was pointing directly up, already leaking.

Just as they did when they pulled me to the top of the bed, each man moved to opposite sides of the bed, moving to the same one they were each at before. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t get more than two syllables out before Roger clamped a hand over my mouth. He kept his hand over my mouth as he used the other to once again open the nightstand drawer (I was really regretting keeping things in that drawer). He pulled out a roll of black duct tape and tossed it to Rafa. As I heard Rafa tear off some tape, Roger pulled my sock out of his pocket. He removed his hand from my mouth and tried to tell him no, but he quickly shoved the sock into my mouth. Rafa wrapped some tape all the way around my head before I could spit the sock out.

My mind was going crazy. Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal had me bound and gagged on my bed. They were standing over me with salacious grins on their faces. If my mind was going crazy before, I hit complete insanity when Roger and Rafa each removed their shorts and underwear. I had two of the tennis world’s biggest stars completely naked in my bedroom, and I couldn’t do or say a damn thing.

Roger climbed onto my king size bed and placed a gentle kiss onto my taped lips. Rafa then climbed onto the bed. Both men were kneeling next to me, facing one another. I couldn’t help but notice each man was just as hard as I was. Suddenly, they started passionately kissing one another. Each man grasped the other’s head with one hand, and the other’s cock in the other. They were gently stroking one another, their precum falling onto my chest. I tried to get their attention, wanting in on the action, but Roger just placed his hand back over my already gagged mouth, not stopping the intense make-out session with Rafa.

When they stopped kissing, Roger laid down next to me. I was seriously confused, but hoping that meant they would either let me go or start touching me. I don’t think I had ever been more turned on in my life. Rafa walked over to Roger and I was in awe as I watched him pick up Roger’s right foot and began sucking Roger’s toes. Roger was letting out soft moans and gently playing with his own nipples while Rafa sampled each toe, sucking and running his tongue between them. When Rafa moved to licking Roger’s entire foot, Roger’s moans got louder and one of his hands moved to his leaking cock. Roger slowly began stroking as Rafa moved to the left foot. Roger’s free hand once again clamped over my mouth when I began to emit grunts of frustration.

The two men switched positions and Roger now did the exact same thing to Rafa, starting on his right foot. It was like watching the same show as Roger went from the toes to worshiping the entire sole. He even nibbled on Rafa’s heels. Rafa wasn’t loud like Roger was, but was clearly enjoying himself, also slowly jerking. However, with his free hand, he was running his fingers up the inside of my leg, though he never touched my balls or dick.

The fact that I was practically being ignored had a weird effect on me. On the one hand, I was beyond frustrated. I had never felt this level of sexual frustration before. Sure, I had been tied up in the past, but it was usually followed with some intense foreplay and sex. Other than having my leg gently rubbed for a few minutes, nothing. On the other hand, being ignored was turning me on even more. The fact that these two dominant athletes could do what they want with me was driving me so wild that doing nothing to me was even something I considered to be unbelievably hot.

While both men had been stroking at different points, neither came yet. My sheets were covered in their precum, and I began to think I would never wash them again. Both men were sitting on the bed on either side of me again, looking down at me. I was pleading with my eyes for something, anything, to happen. Roger and Rafa again lay at my side and began gently playing with my nipples. I began to moan through my gag (I’m loud whether I’m gagged or not), but this time, Roger’s hand didn’t try to shut me up. Their fingers gently flicked each nipple. Both men also started using their tongues. Their tongues were on my body! Eventually, they went back to using their fingers.

Their fingers then gently went across my abdomen. I laughed into my gag (did I mention that I’m ticklish everywhere; not just my feet?). Both men stopped what they were doing and looked at one another. I saw the wicked gleam in each man’s eye and began to vigorously shake my head no. I screamed “no” into the gag, but it was no use. Roger and Rafa both put their fingers back onto my stomach and began to fiercely tickle me. I writhed around on the bed, trying to twist and turn away, but they had me from both sides. I couldn’t stop laughing, but wanted nothing more than for them to stop. After what seemed like forever (but was probably no more than two-three minutes), they stopped.

I tried to get my heart rate back to normal. I hadn’t realized both men were at the end of the bed. I begged and pleaded (maybe even cried) for them to not do what I knew was next, but it all came out muffled. I closed my eyes, but the tickling didn’t start. Instead, I felt a wetness envelope both of my big toes. I opened my eyes to see Roger and Rafa each feverishly sucking on my toes. While their tongues going between each toe caused a little bit of laughter, I was surprised at how much I enjoyed having my toes sucked. Because my feet have always been so sensitive, I don’t let them get touched at all. This was kind of nice. It’s like they knew to be gentle. They each moved to my soles, but as they ran their respective tongues up and down my feet, it was done in a soft way.

I closed my eyes, somehow allowing myself in this position to relax. That was a mistake. No sooner had a closed my eyes, the men started using their fingers. They feverishly ran their fingers up and down my soft, wet soles. Had my ankles not been securely tied to the bed, I can’t guarantee they both wouldn’t have gotten a swift kick to the face. But, alas, I was at their mercy. My entire body was bucking and I felt like being tied down was the only thing keeping me from being flung off the bed. Their fingers each moved at a rapid pace, and the tickling became more intense. One would slow down while the other continued moving fast. They switched that up a few times, leaving me angry and uncertain of what was coming next.

Finally, the tickling stopped. What I found exceptionally odd was that, at least to this point, neither man had spoken a word, not to one another, nor me. They worked like this well-oiled machine and I began to wonder if they did this often, either with one another or with others included. I saw them both staring at my fully erect cock, which hadn’t gone down once this entire time, even during the awful, horrible tickling.

I let out a few pleading moans. Rafa climbed back on the bed, sitting at the end of the bed, between my spread out, tied down legs. Roger walked up to me and bent down. Looking at me, he said, “We’ve heard a lot about you. Glad you like our feet.” My eyes bugged out, realizing someone had told them that I was into feet (and, obviously told them where I keep some of the things to tie people up with).

Roger mounted the bed. I was confused, as he gently sat down on top of my stomach, but was facing Rafa. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head when I felt my entire seven-and-a-half inches go into Roger’s mouth. He took the entire thing just like that. His mouth slowly went up and down my shaft (the thought of that has gotten me off many times since then).

I didn’t think it could get any better, but I had never been happier to be wrong. As Roger continued sucking, Rafa began to play with my balls, using only his toes. He rubbed them, sometimes using one foot, sometimes both. He’d hold them up with one foot and use the other to massage underneath.

Eventually, Roger relaxed on his side and just began to flick the head with his tongue. He positioned his bare feet to where his toes were tapping against my taped mouth. He eventually turned them around and just pressed one of his soles against my mouth. I fought like crazy to get the tape off, but was unsuccessful. I wanted nothing more than to taste both men’s feet. During this, Rafa was gently massaging my shaft with his soles.

Roger and Rafa returned to the positions they started with, kneeling next to me, facing one another. They once again started kissing passionately, but this time, they were stroking themselves very quickly. Within a minute both had exploded. Their respective cum got all over the bed, themselves, each other, and me. Both men walked into the master bathroom and came out wiping themselves down. They went to grab their underwear and shorts.

I bucked on the bed and shouted into my gag. There was no way they were going to leave me here, tied up, helpless, and harder than I ever had been in my life. Roger and Rafa rolled their eyes at one another and once again climbed onto the end of the bed, facing me. Roger was the first to lean back and slowly stroked my cock with his feet. He actually grasped me between his big and second toe. Rafa eventually joined. Each man took one of his feet and pressed my dick in between, giving me the best foot job I ever received. The only thing I hated was that I shot my load after about four strokes. I don’t think I ever shot so much. I ended up hitting myself in the face and would’ve gotten some in my mouth if it hadn’t been taped shut.

Both men walked up to me and Roger gently peeled off the tape (some of it got stuck to my hair in the back; that was a bitch coming off) and pulled out the sock. Rafa picked up the beer that was brought in and told me to take a few sips (the only words he really said the whole time in the bedroom).

I was still collecting my thoughts and regulate my breathing. The sensory overload was in hyper drive. That was the most incredible experience of my life. Roger and Rafa were both still standing their naked. I was going to ask when they were going to uncuff me, but started to feel a little lightheaded. The last thing I thought I remembered hearing before passing out was Roger mentioning to Rafa something about a sedative working.

I woke up what I believe was a few hours later. I was in my bed, completely naked. There were new sheets on the bed and I was completely cleaned up. I wasn’t sure if everything had been a dream. I looked at my wrists and saw some cuff marks, meaning everything that happened really did happen. I noticed my phone on the nightstand (I quickly looked in the drawer, and the handcuffs and duct tape were back in there). I grabbed my phone and excitedly began scrolling through my photos.

To my dismay, the photos I took that day of Roger and Rafa were deleted (I didn’t check to see if they deleted any other pictures, as all of those were backed up on my computer). I realized I must have still had my phone on when I dropped it. I was very disappointed that I didn’t have anything to remember the day.

I noticed, though, I had one unread text message. It was from Roger. The first thing I saw was a single picture. I the picture, I was in my bed, not cuffed, new sheets on the bed. I was still passed out. Pressed against my lips were two sets of toes, on belonging to Roger, the other Rafa. Underneath, there was a message that simply said, “Maybe you’ll get to taste them next time. Thanks for the fun.”

Suddenly, I found myself hard again. However, I also was frustrated when I realized both Roger and Rafa would be picking up a heavier schedule, so I had no idea when I would get to have them both over again. All I know is that I can’t wait!