Pete sat on the bus waiting for the university marching band to travel to an away game.  With his bag under his seat he pulled out his phone and earbuds for music, and he took off his shoes and socks.  He gave each sole a quick brush off and a brief massage.  Pete loved being barefoot. He didn’t give a damn if anyone complained about the smell.  He stretched his legs across the seat next to him since, as usual; he planned on having both seats all to himself.  Pete wasn’t a total loner.  He had plenty of friends, just not too many in the band.

“I’m sorry.  I can’t find another seat.  Do you mind?”  A voice said.  Pete looked up and saw a pretty cute dude.  “Oh,” Pete put his feet on the floor, “Sure go ahead. I don’t care.”  The guy took the seat next to him.

As the bus was on its way, Pete’s new acquaintance decided to strike up some conversation.  “Sucks doesn’t it.”  “What’s that?”  Pete took his earbuds out and turned toward him.  As he turned he noticed that the guy had slid his bare feet out of a pair of black Birkenstocks.  “We leave here at 9:30.  We get there about 1:00 or 1:30 all to perform in a half-time show that lasts 15 minutes if that long.  Then we wait for the game to end.  We’re back on the road by 4:00, and even with light traffic it’ll be at least 10:00 before we get back tonight.”  

“I know,” Pete said.  “It’s a whole day wasted, and too high a price to pay for a band scholarship.”  

“No kidding.  I have a band scholarship too.”

“I’m Peter by the way.  Call me Pete.”  He stretched out his hand.

“I’m Rex.  Call me Rex.”  The two shook.  “How long have you been with the band?”

“My first year”

“My second.  How come I ain’t seen you around?  What instrument do you play?”

“I play trumpet in the brass section.”

“That explains it.  I’m in the pit playing snare drum.”

The two continued to talk all the way to the game.  They joked about how the percussion was only allowed to associate with percussion students, and brass students were forbidden to associate with any who weren’t brass.  They talked about how their respective sections were better than the rest because it carries the rhythm.  They also talked about how they may have seen each other in a few classes.  They sat together on the way back to school with their feet out of their shoes.

“It feels good to get out of those tacky band uniforms,” Rex said.

“It feels good to get out of those tacky patent leather shoes,” Pete said as he peeled his socks off and reached down to bend his toes and brush any sock lent off his soles.  Rex looked over and noticed his new friend’s bare feet.  “I hope the smell of my feet doesn’t bother you,” Pete said.

“No.  I don’t smell anything really.  You have to let your feet air out a little.”

“Yeah, they get really clammy if I leave them in my socks too long.”

“I know what you mean.  I love my feet,” Rex said as he rubbed one of his soles, “I wear sandals and flip-flops year round.  Why wear shoes unless I absolutely have to, right?”

“With ya there,” Pete said.  

As the band unloaded all if its stuff from the bus, Pete grabbed his bags and started toward his room.  Rex walked toward him, “Hey, you going to Brett’s party?”  

“Nah,” Pete said, “It’s been a long day and I think I’ll just call it a night.”

“Ya know, I think I will too.”

“Or…maybe you and I could hang out at my place.  My roommate is out of town.”

“Sure, I’m game.”  

The guys walked campus to Pete’s dorm room where they drank a few beers, talked about a few band experiences, discussed terrible professors, and other funny topics.  In the middle of their conversation, Pete got up and grabbed his bottle of moisturizer.  As he sat back down on the bed, he reached over and grabbed Rex’s legs, pulled his feet on his lap, and started massaging Rex’s feet.  Rex, not at all feeling uncomfortable, kept talking.  Likewise Rex grabbed the bottle and began massaging Pete’s feet.  They passed the moisturizer back and forth between them.  They talked as if nothing unusual was going on.  Then the massages went faster and faster as each became more sensual and arousing. 

“Damn!  I fucking love feet,” Pete said as his breathing got a bit heavier.

“Fuck yeah,” Rex said, “feet are just so… awesome.”

“What size are your feet?”  Pete dug deep into Rex’s arches.  

“About a 11.5.  You?”

“I usually wear a 12 or 12.5 depending on the kind of shoe.”

“Man I just wish what they say about guys with big feet is true, but it’s not for me,”

“You must be pretty confident in yourself to share that with a stranger.  I guess there’s only one way to find out.”  Pete moved over to mount Rex.  He loosened his pants and dropped his underwear and all to the floor.  Pete stared at Rex’s hard cock.  “Hmm, not bad, I’d say it’s a pretty good size.”  Pete sucked on Rex’s cock for a bit.  Then Rex moved over to pull all of Pete’s clothes off.  Rex looked at Pete’s hard cock and nodded, “you don’t look to bad yourself.”

Rex sucked on Pete’s cock.  Pete raised Rex’s legs high and plowed into Rex’s ass.   “Do you…like…it rough?”  He asked as he pounded Rex rapidly.  

“It’s not…sex…if it’s…not…rough!  Oh, fuck!”  Rex moaned as he felt Pete inside him.

“Fuck yeah,” they exchanged back and forth.  With Rex’s legs high in the air, Pete sucked on his toes and licked his soles frequently.  When it was over the two massaged each other’s feet again.

Pete and Rex agreed to meet and sit together during Psychology class.  While they sat next to each other, they pushed their flip-flops to the side and played footsie under the desks.  Later on the same day they found themselves playing footsie under the tables at the library and again under the cafeteria tables.  

They hung out together almost every day for several weeks.  One day they were sitting together reading in the park on campus.  Rex put his book down, reached over, took Pete’s shoes and socks off, grabbed Pete’s bare feet, and started worshiping them passionately.  Totally distracted, Pete immediately dropped his book, reached over to Rex’s bare feet and began worshiping them.  Like two lovers sitting on a blanket in a meadow, Pete and Rex lay in a 69 position sucking, rubbing, licking, and playing with each other’s feet hardly noticing and not at all caring about the onlookers and passers-by.

Part 2: “Something a little more rough”

Sometime later Pete and Rex moved in a dorm room together.  They would start and end most days with foot play, which led to some amazing sex.  Friends and band mates made fun of them by calling them a couple, but they insisted that they were nothing more than friends with benefits, or maybe benefit is the right word.  One day they lay on the bed with their legs and feet interlocking.

Late the next night the two were making out in their room.  As Rex pushed Pete down on the bed he asked him, “Do you trust me?”

“Trust you with what?” 

“With the tickling?  Do you trust me?”

“Um, sure.  I guess?”  Pete said totally unaware that Rex was about to pull out some rope from a bag.  “Whoa!” Pete jumped from the bed and toward the door.  Rex said, “If we're going to tickle each other then we need to be tied up. Otherwise you'll be jumping and flailing your arms everywhere.”  Pete still didn't seem to sure.  Rex knew exactly what to say next.  “If I don't tie you up, then it won't be rough and torturous.”  Pete  was sold as soon as he heard “rough.” Pete sat down on the bed.  Rex took the rope and started to tie each of Pete’s legs to a bedpost.  “Hey,” Pete gave a big smile, “Hogtie me.”

“Haha.  Now that’s what I'm talking about.”  Rex turned Pete over on his stomach.  Then he tied his arms and legs together with one rope as tight as possible without trying to injure Pete.  He looked him over carefully to make sure he wouldn't lose circulation.  “Are you in any pain?”

“Fuck yeah,” Pete was so excited.  “Let's do this.”

“Do you have a safe word preference?”

“Fuck safe words.  Just gag me already and start tormenting me, stupid fucker.”

“Alright!” 

 Rex grabbed Pete’s t-shirt and tied it tight around his mouth forcing him to bite hard on it.  Then Rex sat on the bed and rubbed a thin layer of oil on Pete’s soles and ran his fingers quickly up and down Pete’s feet.  This made Pete giggle and chuckle slightly.  He got louder as Rex sped up.  One could easily tell it was something Pete never experienced before, but Pete did not truly feel pain and suffering until his sadistic master pulled out a hair brush.  Rex laughed when he held it in front of the helpless slave.  Pete braced himself for the worst, but nothing could keep him from crying with all his might as Tickle King Rex vigorously scrubbed his soles. 

 The king of torture pulled out one more weapon a battery powered spin brush.  Pete’s face became beet red and covered in sweat and tears as he heard and felt the brush draw closer to his feet.  Pete squirmed like never before, but Rex held his feet and legs together as he brushed quickly in a circular motion.

Rex could tell his slave had had enough.  He rose up and ungagged Pete.  “Fuck yeah, that was awesome!” Pete said as Rex slowly untied his restraint.  “When you said you knew a thing or two, you weren't kidding.”  

Rex got up turning his back on Pete as he put the ropes and brushes away.  “But you never did answer me when I asked you if you have ever been tickled before.”  Rex did not answer.  His silence and his turning his back on Pete would soon become a big mistake.  Pete lunged forward tackling Rex to the ground.  Knowing his intentions, Rex cried, “No! No! Don't!  Please don't!” Pete put one foot on his back and tied his hands behind him.  He picked him up, forced him on to the bed, and started to tie his legs behind him.  “No! Please!” a completely scared Rex cried.  “Please don't hog tie me!  Please!” cough, “Please!”  

Pete laughed and snapped him on the stomach with the ropes, “Wuss!”  Pete moved to the foot of the bed and tied Rex’s legs to the bedposts.  “Are you comfortable?”  Knowing the answer Pete wanted to hear, Rex cried, “No, sir!  I'm in just enough pain...sir!”  

“Sir?” Pete chuckled, “Nice touch.”  Pete straddled Rex.  He took the bottle of oil and began rubbing a thin layer on his soles.  This alone made Rex giggle and squirm.  “I haven't even started yet, you pussy!” Pete scolded.  Pete went straight for the hair brush and scrubbed vigorously on Rex’s soles.  “Oh, Fuck.  Fuck!  Oh, Gawd! Fuck!”  Rex cried over and over.  “Yeah, you like the don't you?” Pete asked as he looked at the dethroned and tortured tickle king’s face.  “Yes, sir!”

“I can't hear you!” Pete the Prince of Pain roared.

“Yes, sir!  I fucking love it!”

“That’s more like it!”

Rex cried, squirmed, and laughed louder and louder until Pete dropped the hairbrush.  The slave’s face was unsuspecting of how much worse it was about to get.  Before he could even scream, the rough master, tied a t-shirt around the mouth of the poor slave’s mouth.  “No! Please God No!” Rex attempted to scream through his muzzle.  

“Yeah, I think you're being too damn loud.  You love it, though.  Don't you?”  The diabolical Pete laughed and looked Rex close in the eye.  Rex mumbled.  Pete moved the gag just enough to hear Rex say, “Yes, Sir!”

“Good!”  He tightened the shirt.  He found more batteries for the spin brush.  When Pete turned it on he held it close to Rex’s face in order to see his face pale with fear.  Rex moaned louder while Pete tortured him more profusely.  Laughing and speaking with a diabolical voice reminded Rex, “Foolish faggot.  Cry!  Yell!  Squirm!  Scream all that you please.  No one is going to hear you!  Nobody's going to save you. You're mine all mine!”  The tickling continued for what seemed like hours.  

When Pete noticed the batteries about to run out again, he held the brush to Rex’s face and teased him by flickering the button several times.  Each buzz gave Rex a jolt.  “Yeah, I think you've had enough,” Pete said.  One final jolt from Rex led Pete to say, “You’re such a pussy.”

Once he was ungagged, a relieved Rex declared, “Wow, when you say you like it rough you mean you like it rough.  Almost too rough.”

“Wussy, wussy,” Pete mocked him as he untied him.  

“Seriously, dude.  I thought you were about to kill me.”

“Pussy pussy, wussy wussy,” Pete continued to mock him.  He threw the restraints on the floor and lay next to him on the bed.  All the torture and tickling made the two so hot, they suddenly found themselves clinging tight, throwing their clothes off and having the best sex they’ve ever had. 

“What'd you think?  Like to do it again sometime?”  Pete asks Rex.

“Fuck yeah.  That was amazing.”  Pete moved closer to Rex and they kissed.  

From then on, in addition to their daily foot play, the two routinely tickled and tortured each other at least twice a week.