That ordeal was something I would never forget. Imagine being held down and tickled tortured by two guys, who absolutely loved tickling me. I mean, they REALLY got into watching me squirm and go crazy as they tickle ravaged my entire body. Did they leave any spot untouched? Nope. They went after my armpits, they went after my ribs, they went after my nipples! Then, they even brutalized my belly and hips. These guys then had the time of their lives as they went after my feet. Why would they do this? I have ticklish feet, so why would they want to go after them? They were cruel!

I am shuddering just even thinking about what they did to my poor feet. They went after my arches and heels. They went after the ball of my foot and even my toes!! Then, they discovered the weakness on my foot. There is a spot on my foot (I am NOT telling you where!) that makes me go crazy and I will tap out. It is a very intense spot and they went after it. They were so mean. These guys wrapped me up in a blanket like a burrito and my poor feet were exposed. They did massage my feet a little, which felt nice, but then they used their mouths on my feet! Oh, let me tell you how horrible that was. Imagine your wet tongue slithering and sliding all across the bottoms of my feet, finding all the sensitive spots as you enjoy the taste. I am trembling as I write this as I remembered when their slimy tongues slid in and out of my toe crevices and all over my toes. It was a pure ticklish nightmare for me. They nibbled on my soles, they licked, kissed and did all kinds of ticklish things to them. What was that? This excites you as you read what happened to my poor feet? Are you some kind of sadist? I thought you guys would at least have sympathy for me. My feet. My poor feet. You guys are not right.

Then, after devouring my feet, they decide to have some fun with me. They unwrapped my body and then stripped me of my pants and underwear. Can you imagine the humiliation of watching your own pants and underwear flying through the air after being stripped from your body? That means that my cock was exposed to these guys and they wasted no time going after it. I had made a deal with them. If my cock got hard during the tickling torment, then they would be able to tickle and tease me on my cock. They could tickle my balls to their heart’s content. I am a straight guy, but tickling does get me hard, even to a gay guy. As long as there is no sex, no anal play, no oral play on my genitals or theirs, and Ithey DO NOT put their own genitals on my body, then I am ok with getting edged, and even milked. Hard limit fellas. No negotiation at all. No kissing either, unless they are kissing my feet. My feet are the exception when it comes to oral, heck, I may even consider having their genitals on the bottoms of my feet ONLY. But I am not giving a footjob, they would have to do all the work. I am also not worshipping their feet or touching them in a sexual manner. No negotiation. Period. Dead serious about these limits.

Anyway, when they tickled and teased my poor cock and balls, I swear, I thought I was going to explode. They feathered me, stroked me and even polished my apple. It was the most insane torture ever. But, they did not let me cum. I avoided any ejaculation for two weeks, so I was fit to explode! But they pushed me to the brink and did not push me over. After this cruel torture, then I was scooped up and slung over one guy’s shoulder completely naked and then we went into the hallway to another room. Can you imagine how embarrassing this was? Naked, with a hard on, over a shoulder and going through public space. Thank goodness no one saw me! Once I was in the other room, I was laid down on a coffee table and the room was filled with a lot of men. I was part of some demented contest where I would be tickled in front of everyone. They were trying to see who could tickle the best! I was not the only victim though. There were other dudes that got tickled too. What can I say? I was tickle ravaged. I mean these guys worked me over all over my body. My armpits, belly, groin, feet and my poor cock were tickled. While the two guys who tickled me earlier were the main ticklers, there were a few guys who would sneak tickle on my feet. I felt so helpless and vulnerable. All these guys looking at my naked body getting tickled all over was total humiliation as all I could do was take it.

There was this one guy who was the host. He was a bald guy that had a fit body. While my poor feet were tickled and even worshipped by the other guys, this guy stayed near my upperbody and told me how much he loves looking at my waggling cock. He told me that he knows how to tickle a dick with expertise and even touched my cock a few times, sending ticklish electricity at me. I could tell he wanted to milk all of my cum but he just observed. Then after my poor feet were tickled, the two guys then milked me in front of everyone. Finally, I came and I mean I came HARD. My jism flew high into the air and they all cheered. I was so embarrassed as I was conquered. After it was all over, I was carried back into the original room and cleaned up. I still don’t know how I managed to get dressed and leave, but here I am. My mind is still blown away from that entire ordeal. Now, I am looking at this email from that bald guy requesting a session. I must be a glutton for punishment because I responded to his inquiry.

As we corresponded, I felt true ticklish fear. He was describing how much he wanted to tickle me all over He wanted to devour my feet. He wanted to tickle me into insanity. He said I should be prepared to be helpless and humiliated as he makes me scream and writhe in ticklish agony. Then, he started talking about what ticklish things he will do to my balls and my cock. He seemed really excited about tickling me there as he remembered my reactions when he watched those other two guys torment me. He said ticklish balls are his favorite! He talked about how he likes to tickle them. He likes to drive his victims insane with prolonged ball tickling and then when he gets to the cock, he loves tickling the shaft with his toys. He loves to talk about forcing his victims to cum multiple times and he looked forward to draining my balls completely, even if it means holding me as his ticklish captive for hours. I will dry shoot. Ok, this is scary stuff. Drain me completely so that I dry shoot? Then after I am empty, he wants to tickle my cockhead until I burst, even polishing the apple. As I sat there stunned, I read that after that, he will wrap up the session by focusing on my feet and how delicious they will be as he watches some TV. My feet will be his snacks. Guys, should I do this? I mean, you guys reading this, you wouldn’t be that vicious, would you?

He definitely agreed no sexual contact as I described earlier (win!), he just wants to force me to cum till empty and have his way with my feet. He said to be prepared to stay there for at least 4 hours so that he makes sure I am completely empty and my feet are devoured. I agreed to this and after I sent the reply, a huge wave of fear crossed my mind. What have I done???? I looked at the bottoms of my feet and shivered as I imagined what was about to happen to them. My poor feet. I was also worried because my cock was hard right now….oh dear.

We set up a date to play and for those 3 weeks, we continued to correspond with each other. With each email, he would talk about tickling a certain part of my body. Whether it was my armpits, my stomach, my ribs, my knees, he would talk about how much fun it would be. He wouldn’t tell me the methods he would use to tickle me, but that I was sure to enjoy it. Then he started talking about tickling my ass. Not the hole, but the cheeks and especially the crack. He made me shiver in ticklish fear as he talked about how much fun tickling my ass would be. Then he started talking about my feet. He didn’t talk about them long, but he simply told me that my feet would never forget it. He said he would make his mark on my feet. Then finally, he talked about my crotch. He said he dreamt about tickling my cock and balls every night. He wanted to see how much tickle punishment he could give them and that he had certain toys to enhance the sensation. He also talked about milking. How he loves to milk a guy, especially a straight guy who would try and resist not having an orgasm. He told me that extracting my cum will be such a great accomplishment and he once again mentioned that he was going to take every last drop. He wanted to make me dry shoot, which meant he was going to stroke my cock to orgasm many, many times. I kept trembling and then I thought I hope I lose it all in one orgasm! My dick would be so sensitive getting made to cum repeatedly. My dear readers, I guess you like hearing about that don’t you? Tickling and milking me seems to be a popular idea amongst all of you. Having my dick in your hands, stroking me, teasing me, tickling me, and there is nothing I can do but to cum all over the place. (I am hard writing this right now imagining you doing this to me….oh mercy).

The day finally came and I got ready to meet up with him at his hotel room. Since that initial meet set up time, I have not ejaculated. You would think I would constantly jack off so I can reduce the amount of cum I built up so if he drains me, it would be one shoot, maybe two? Nope, my dumb ass decided to build up my sperm reserves to have a massive explosion. Maybe I did that so all of it would come out in one shot! Who the hell knows what I was thinking, but here I was. Heading to another hotel room, feeling particularly sensitive and full of cum. Why do I do this to myself? If I met any of you, I would be in this same condition. Dammit. I made it to his room and knocked. My heart was beating 800 miles per hour it seemed like and then the door opened. There he was! The bald guy who saw me get tickle tortured and threatened to take every last drop of my semen was now standing before me in a “wife beater” t-shirt, blue shorts and had ankle socks on. He had this huge grin as he eyed me up and down, sizing me up.

“Welcome! You made it! Come in, come in!” he said with a warm, happy voice then as I walked in, he closed the door. He then let out an evil chuckle.

I shook his hand and then we made some small talk. This guy had a very firm grip and of course my damn brain started to think about that strong hand wrapped around my helpless cock. That made my cock stir a little and I already knew I was in deep ticklish trouble. He led me over to the couch and I noticed a contraption near the bed. He told me that he is an athletic trainer and said that today, I was going to get quite the workout. I asked him what that contraption was and he said it was an inversion table that I was going to be strapped in. Seriously? If I am strapped in that thing and if he makes me upside down, I was going to be completely vulnerable to……oh no!

“You seem nervous…hehehehe” he snickered.

I started to babble as I realized what my ticklish fate would include. He listened to me and kept smiling. Like I was this scared rabbit, knowing that I was going to be trapped. I tried to change the subject and started talking about sports and he just sat there smiling. He would throw out an answer to the topic, but he kept grinning at me, and I just know he was thinking about tickling me to death. As I continued to talk about sports, I saw him reach down and grab my ankles and quickly placed my feet his lap. I asked him what is he doing????

“Just getting you comfy. You seem so……tense. Hehehe” he laughed.

I gulped as I saw him slowly unlacing my size 10 running shoes and I could barely speak as I felt my shoes come off my feet, one foot at a time. I then watched as each shoe was tossed across the room and I could hear them bounce off the floor. I was getting really jumpy right now as my socked feet were in his lap and I noticed near his own crotch. My eyes must have bugged out because I could see how hard he was and when I looked at his face again, he had this huge shit eating grin on his face.

“Just relax….I will get you more relaxed..” he smiled.

I then winced as he wrapped one of his strong hands around one of my feet and he started to massage it. His strong hands pressed, squeezed and kneaded my foot and honestly, it felt kind of good. His fingers worked on the sole of my foot and then he wiggled each toe. I began to talk about sports again and then let out a gasp as I felt a finger lightly stroking up and down my sole. Oh boy! My feet were feeling ticklish and light touches is the absolute best way to get a reaction out of my feet. I asked him what was he doing???

“Just relaxing you. Feeling ticklish or something?” he asked with a sinister grin.

I nodded my head yes and he simply nodded. I then felt him massaging my other foot and even though it felt good, I could feel him trying to find ticklish spots. Then he let out a loan groan and then took my feet out of his lap and placed them on the floor.

“Stand up…” he commanded.

I looked at him and he had that look of control. I asked why and he said stand up. I slowly stood up and then as I stood there, I could tell he was looking me over and I knew it was that time. He then slowly stood up and looked at me. He then quickly grabbed the hem of my track pants and quickly yanked them down to my ankles. I was stunned!

“There, step out of those. Your underwear will remain on. For now…..hehehe” he commanded.

I have no idea why, but I stepped out of my track pants and stood there in my underwear. He then quickly took off my t-shirt and I was paralyzed to stop him. He then tossed my shirt over his shoulder and I stood there only in my socks and underwear. This guy was like this huge predator and now it was time to devour his prey.

“It is time…” he simply said.

I stood there and already felt a sense of humiliation. I am already down to my socks and underwear in a blink of the eye. I stood there and my flaccid cock was imprinted in my white underwear. I felt so vulnerable already, which only heightened my senses. I then saw him approach me and he had both index fingers pointing at me. He then poked my ribs and I giggled. He then started to poke me with each index finger on my upper body and there I stood, trying to bat away his fingers as I continued to giggle and tremble with each poke. I told him to stop, but he kept going. He was then coming towards me with his poking, tickling fingers jabbing towards me and I kept moving backwards, trying to get away from those fingers! Each poke sent more and more ticklish sensations in my body and soon, I was backed up against the wall. I tried to crouch as I was trapped to protect my ribs and belly, but that only exposed my back to him. He then reached down and squeezed my sides, which sent me into hysterics!

“Gotcha! You’re so ticklish…..” he beamed as his fingers squeezed into my ribs and my back.

I stood straight up and now he pressed his body into mine and I am completely trapped! He is a strong guy so there was no escape. Then, his hands moved like lobster claws all over my ribs, I was in a ticklish panic. Oh man, this TICKLED SO MUCH!! I was hoping back and forth on each foot, trying to desperately get away from this guy tormenting me. I could see him smiling and laughing the entire time, taunting me as he told me how much of a ticklish weakling I was. I giggled futilely for mercy and what do you think he did? HE GVE ME NONE!!! He continued this ticklish assault and eventually his hands made it up to my armpits and he shoved his fingers deep into my hollows. He let out a huge laugh because the look of my face in sheer ticklish agony must have amused him. My arms clamped to my sides, which is a stupid move, and I trapped his wriggling fingers in my armpits. Fellas, let me tell you. This was NOT a good idea! This dude knew how to drive his fingers into my armpits and I was starting to get weak. My knees were turning to jelly and his fingers in my armpits and his body pressed against mine kept me upright. Then he stopped and pulled her hands out of my pits and I leaned forward into him.

“We are just getting started…Let me check something.” he mumbled. “Yep, I thought so…hehehehe you are so doomed.” He told me.

What he did was use his powerful hand to pat my cock in my underwear. I was getting hard and you remember the deal. If I get hard during the tickling, my cock is subject to ticklish hell (by you maybe?) so I am so doomed. He let me then stagger away from the wall, my cock pressed and sticking out in my underwear and he started to walk me over towards the bed. Or, at least I thought it was the bed. We stopped at the inversion table and he pressed my back against it.

“Now, let’s get you all nice and comfy….” he smiled.

I started to whimper as I felt each ankle get strapped in the inversion table, and when he stood up, he gripped my cock through the underwear and gave it a gentle squeeze. This only got me harder.

“Oh yeah, I am going to really have some fun with this thick cock of yours….” he smiled. “But first, I have more areas to tickle you!” he said as he did a quick tickle under my balls.

That ball tickle really tickled me! That was through my underwear, I could only imagine what would happen when they are exposed. Then, I saw him stand back for a moment and look at me. I looked down and saw my ankles strapped in, but my arms were still loose. Then he came closer to me and then he made the table fall backwards and locked it in place as I was now swept off my feet and laying on my back. I saw him walk to the side of me and he had this grin. His massive, beefy hand started to lightly caress my chest and over my ribs which tickled a little.

“You will get some exercise today! You will do situps for me. I suggest you do it, or you will be punished!” he laughed.

Situps? Why am I doing situps? Then I felt the table fall backwards, so now my head is leaning towards the ground and my feet go higher into the air! I was now at a 60 degree angle and my arms fell over my head and to the floor. Now I understood what he meant. He wanted me to do a situp from this position! How?? The angle was steep and I am not the best in shape athlete in the world. I looked up towards my ankle socked feet and saw him between them. He looked down at me with a huge grin and then I saw him lick his lips as he looked at each of my feet. He then placed a hand on each foot and I shuddered.

“So, here is what will happen. You will do a sit up. If you fail to do it, I do this…” he instructed, then stroked his fingers on my feet. He was delighted when my feet started to twitch wildly. “You will be tickled. I will keep your socks on for now, but trust me, they will come off. You really don’t want that to happen. Lots of ticklish things will happen to them if they do. You got to do 20 situps. So, go….” He grinned.

Are you serious???? 20 of them? At this angle?? Look, I don’t have rock hard abs. I have a somewhat toned body, but I am no workout warrior. I could do 20 situps the regular way, but being nearly upside down seemed nearly impossible to do ONE!!! I gulped and leaned my head back on the table. I looked at my upside down world and knew I had to try. He was going to tickle my feet if I didn’t do them! I strained, grunted and took everything I had to even get my body up and towards my feet. I groaned as my hands touched my knees and then I fell backwards, already getting tired. Yeah, yeah, I am out of shape, but I am still an athlete dammit! “One…” I sputtered.

“You call that a situp? Hahaha Well, I will allow that. Go as high as you can and at least touch your knees. Now, next one…” he demanded.

I took a deep breath and then started to lift my body up and towards my legs, but my arms just couldn’t get to my knees. My face had the look of struggle on it, and I did my best to get close and when I did, I felt him lightly stroking the soles of my feet which instantly made me fall back down and grunt in a ticklish manner. He cheated!!!! I was almost there to do my second pushup! “Hey!!! You cheated!!!!” I giggled.

“No I didn’t. You failed to do the situp, this is the punishment….” He taunted as his fingers continued to lightly caress my foot. He then grabbed the top of my left foot with his right hand to keep my foot still and used his left hand’s fingers to drum up and down my sole.

I struggled to move my foot but it was no use! I felt his fingers going all through my arch area and this tickled! I am glad I still had the sock on, otherwise I would completely lose it. He then let go of my foot and gave it a playful slap.

“Now, do the situp! Quickly!” he demanded.

I tried to do the situp again, but being at this angle, it was hard. I was trying my best to lift my body and then I managed to touch my knees! Success!! That was only sit up number 2. I still had 18 to go. Somehow, by sheer will I managed to do 5 more, bringing my total to 7, but I was getting winded. Being in this position, it was very hard to do sit ups as I couldn’t bend my knees. This was impossible! Which of course is what he wanted.

“Something the matter? Can’t do them anymore?” he teased.

I told him this is getting to be too difficult and I don’t know if I can finish. Then I paused in my pleading as I felt the rim of my ankle sock come off my left heel! Oh no! He was going to bare my foot! I looked up towards my feet in a panic and saw him grinning as he continued to peel off my sock. I saw more of my foot get exposed and I started to beg him to not take off my sock! I could also see my cock getting harder in my underwear, which did not help my plight. Then I started to beg once the sock came off my left foot and he tossed it over his shoulder. Then I saw his eyes go over towards my right foot and soon, that sock was getting to be peeled off. Do you realize what this means? I am going to be BAREFOOT! I will be upside down, my feet in the air and at this guy’s mercy. What is that you say? “Tough shit” you say? Seriously y’all? You guys WANT him to tickle my poor feet? You guys are messed up.

“mmmmmm.. I love your feet. Got to love how narrow they are and how pale the skin is. I don’t know why you are so worried, I am going to take such great care of them! I am going to touch them, tease them, tickle them, taste them and I am going to leave my mark on them..hehehe” he threatened.

His mark? What does that mean? Then I gasp and my feet started to shake as I felt his fingers lightly stroking up and down my right foot. This was driving me crazy!!! Light strokes are the absolute worst for me! Then I started to babble as he held my right foot in his hand and used his free hand to stroke all over my sole. He concentrated on the heel, then slid them over the arch area which was driving me crazy. Come on man! You got to stop touching my foot! I even tried to do a sit up, but with him tickling my foot, there was no way to even do that! His fingers started to move faster and now I am struggling to wriggle my foot. This dude is STRONG!!

“Tickle tickle tickle….” he teased as he continued to tickle my foot.

The tickling was starting to overtake me, and I just laid there helplessly as my poor foot was tickled. I could barely even look up at my foot as my head just rested against the inversion table and my arms hanging over my head and towards the floor. I think he was in a trance as his fingers never stopped. He tickled my arch, the ball of the foot, the insteps and at the base of my toes. I could feel his fingers now going after the undersides of my toes and I scrunched them. I heard him laugh and then went back to tickling my sole. My toes slowly opened back up and then his fingers went right into the crevices, trying to find all my sensitive spots. Now my arms were waving around as I was trying to block out the ticklish sensations. Then he pulled his fingers away from my toes and I started to calm down. I also started to beg. The tickling was already wearing me down, plus after straining myself to do situps and just hanging upside down, that really got me a lot more vulnerable. Then my eyes popped wide open as his fingers found the spot. That spot on my foot that is extra sensitive and I was now panicking. My head looked up towards my foot and I was pleading with him to leave that spot alone. Do you think he listened?

“Oh yeah, I remember those other guys tickling this spot riiiiiiiiiiight here! Seems to drive you crazy hehehe and now I am going to torture you…” he said with glee in his voice.

My body was now writhing all over the place as he focused on that spot. And no, I am not telling you where it is. You will have to find it yourself. But man, this was really getting to me. Being upside down this long was really making me more helpless and my poor foot was getting ravaged. He held onto my foot and just focused in on that same spot. I could not escape from it. My arms were helplessly above my head as I just laughed. Then it stopped and he peered down at me.

“I love how ticklish your foot is…..now, do your situps or I will go after your other foot.” he teased.

Is he serious? After that tickle attack, he still wants me to do situps? There is no way I can do one. I groaned a little and tried my best to do one. I was already tired and then he started to drum his strong fingers on the bottom on my still socked right foot which got me into a ticklish panic. This distraction caused me to fall back down and I was helpless once again. I then felt him rip my sock off and now both of my feet were bared!

“You’re pathetic. Couldn’t even do another situp. Guess I just have to tickle your feet then. Maybe that will give you motivation.” he taunted.

I then felt his fingers softly stroking my newly bared right foot. Ooh, it sent shivers down my spine and my toes curled automatically. His fingertips were circling around the ball of my foot and my foot started to wiggle wildly again. Then once again, he gripped my foot with one of his hands and then softly stroked his finger up and down my sole. Ever get that feeling of a finger stroking from your heel, into your arch and off the ball of your foot, then play around with your toes? It just drives you crazy right? Well this guy just rhythmically stroked his finger up and down my sole, never pausing. Just stroke after stroke after stroke. I looked up at him and he just grinned at me. It reminded me of that time where in the Popeye cartoon where Bluto was tickling Olive Oyl’s foot as she was hanging from that beam. The way he was stroking his finger was just like that and his grin definitely reminded me of that moment.  Then I started to writhe wildly as his fingers went after my toes. He tickled the big toe pad and then got all of the toe pads.

“Sooo ticklish. I just love ticklish feet…” he teased.

Then I started to really panic as he used the tip of his fingernail on my foot. Ok, this got a lot worse for me. I did everything I could to wiggle my foot away, but his firm grip held my foot, perfectly still. That nail went all over my arch, the ball of my foot and at the base of my toes. He went after my arch, he went after my heel, then he went after THE spot! Oh man, did this tickle! I am sure you can just imagine my body just spasming all over that table as his fingernail tortured that sensitive spot. I couldn’t even look up. I just laid my head back and laughed helplessly. Then he finally stopped. It felt like such a relief to have him stop. That was an experience. Damn, he is a good foot tickler! I was breathing hard already and when I lifted my head up, I saw him grinning. His eyes were not looking at my eyes, he was looking at my now stiff cock! Dammit, I had a major tent in my underwear.

“Oh yeah, we will be taking care of that soon. But first, time for more foot play. I love these feet of yours. I just want to kiss them.” he told me.

First, I shivered at the thought that he would be going after my raging stiff cock and second, I felt his lips on the bottom of my foot. He started kissing my right sole. I felt them on my heel, then into my arch, he pressed his lips firmly on the ball of my foot, then he licked the undersides of my toes. It tickled a little and I started to grunt as his lips and tongue started to have their way with my foot flesh. I could feel his taste buds sliding across my arch, which definitely tickled me. I could hear him moaning in pleasure as he continued to kiss my foot. Then it was like he started to French kiss the ball of my foot as I could feel his lips on the skin and his tongue was swishing around on the surface of the skin. I gotta say, this really tickled! Then he started to nibble on my sole and I started to really go nuts! Especially when he nibbled on the spot! This was definitely a mind numbing experience as his teeth were really going after that spot. My body was flopping around as though I was being electrocuted. I begged, I pleaded, but he just kept nibbling. After what seemed like forever, he finally stopped. Then, he just started licking my sole like an ice cream cone. His taste buds made my foot so wet right now. My foot was completely drenched. Then he walked away. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew he walked away. I could still feel that saliva coating my foot and wondered what he was up to next.

“Can’t forget my tools…” he teased.

Then on my dry left foot, I felt something pressed against it and it was moving very fast. Somehow my brain figured out that it was a brush! I looked towards my left foot, which was now being held by his strong hand and saw a blur of a brush ravishing my sole. I don’t think I have the words to describe how horrific this felt. Those small plastic bulbs on the brush pressed into my skin and titillated the nerves there. He had this look of determination as that brush was moving at a very high speed, then he started to slow it down. Remember, a light touch can drive me just as insane! I started to beg him to not tickle me!

“Then ask me to suck your toes. No, BEG ME to suck your toes. I want to suck on your toes…” he demanded.

What the hell? I had to beg this guy to suck my toes? Couldn’t he just do it? Why do I have to beg? Then I felt the brush sliding up and down my foot again and that got me giggling again. Ok, I had to do it. “Suck my toes!!! Suck my toes!!!! Please suck my toes!!!!”. I felt embarrassed by saying that. I do have some pride you know and asking another man to suck my toes felt like I was submitting. But dammit, that brush was cruel. I did have this sneaky feeling, this was not going to be the last time I beg this guy to do something to me to avoid being tormented.

He laughed as he heard me begging. “Mmm.. Your toes look really delicious.”

I then saw him walk around to my front area and now he was facing my toes on the right foot. The same foot he licked, sucked, nibbled and slobbered all over. He then did a quick tickle on my balls through the underwear, just to get me twitching. Then I felt his mouth wrap around my big toe and he started to suck HARD. I will admit, it felt really incredible as he sucked my big toe. I could feel his tongue swishing around and felt that suction on my toe. His hands then gripped my foot and now his head was bobbing up and down on my big toe, showing off “other skills” that he had. Better my toe than somewhere else, you know what I mean? Anyway, I started to feel the wonderful sensations as he continued to devour my digit. My cock was straining against my underwear and after not cumming for weeks, it really got excited. I let out a groan as he then started to suck my other toes, as though he was trying to suck the flesh off my toes. I started to giggle as his tongue slithered all between the crevices and he was having a grand old time. Then his mouth slid off my toes and he then walked over and put his face into mine. I can see him upside down.

“Damn, your toes taste really good! I know you like it because your dick is about to burst out of your underwear. I think we should take them off now..hehehehe” he laughed.

I shook my head slowly as I knew I was going to be completely exposed. I shuddered as I saw him stand up, then grabbed the rim of my underwear and yanked them up and off my hips, just above my balls. My cock sprag out and was twitching in ticklish fear. He then walked away and gave me a moment to think about my predicament. Here I was, hanging upside down at a 60 degree angle, my cock free and waggling in the air, my right foot moist with saliva and my left foot still tingling with ticklish electricity from that brush. I am a little tired and then I saw him walking back over towards me. I saw what was in his hands and I shivered. It was scissors!!!

“Time to get you completely naked..hehehehe” he taunted.

I could hear the snips of the scissors and I could feel the fabric loosening. I am so glad I use older underwear for these sessions. Somehow I always lose my underwear! I then feel the garment get pulled off and now I am completely naked! He tossed my underwear across the room and I was so helpless.

“Such a nice cock. I bet it was thinking about me from the last time. I know your cock wants me to play with it and eventually make it spit up your juices. Hmm..is that hair on your groin. I think you need a shave!” he laughed.

A what? A shave?? I don’t need a shave! I am very trimmed, I have minimal pubic hair to begin with. I asked him why do I need a shave and all he responded with was:

“Because I want your balls perfectly smooth so I can tickle them..” he laughed, then patted my exposed balls.

I winced as he patted my balls, then I saw him walk off. I can’t believe this. I am actually going to be completely shaved around my genitals. Now, I can feel that humiliation wash over me. It also made my cock VERY hard. Dammit. Then I saw him walking back and he was shaking a can of shaving cream. He started whistling and then I heard what sounded like contents coming out of the can and when I looked up, I saw his hand going near my cock and then contact! I could feel the shaving cream touching my balls and then I squirmed as he massaged the cream all over my groin area and even up the shaft about halfway up. He was massaging that cream all over my genitals, making sure my balls, cock and groin was lathered up. I didn’t even know how to react. I felt so helpless. Then he stopped and I looked up and saw huge amounts of cream and my cock was still hard.

“Now, if I were you, I would hold perfectly still….” he warned, then held up a razor.

Oh, he didn’t have to tell me twice. A razor near my most sensitive parts, I was going to not move. Now, he started to shave down my shaft, clearing away any hair and cream. Then he moved to my balls and finally my groin area. This was so humiliating. This guy was shaving me and there was nothing I could so. I closed my eyes, and just endured this humiliation. This took a few minutes and then finally I felt a moist towel on my groin as he wiped away any remnants of the shaving cream.

“Much better! Yeah, you truly have a nice looking cock. We are going to have a LOT of fun as I play with it aren’t we? Hehehehe” he laughed menacingly.

I didn’t even know how to react. I felt so embarrassed right now. I looked at him and he just had that huge grin on his face. He then held up his hand and showed me something that sent chills throughout my entire body. He was holding a feather! A seagull feather that looked very stiff! Then he also held up a woman’s makeup brush in the other hand.

“These simple tools are going to tickle destroy that cock of yours! Your balls will be in ticklish agony! Just like I promised you before, I am going to show you how to tickle a cock. Or should I make you cum first? That way you are even more sensitive…” he teased.

How do you even answer that? Get my dick tickled tortured, or milked first, so he can tickle me even more? My mouth was wide open as I had no idea how to answer that. I then gasped as I felt his hand wrap around my shaft! My eyes opened up wide and I looked at his face. He just stared at me, then started to stroke my shaft. Keep in mind it has been an eternity that I have ejaculated and now he was stroking me. I will admit, it felt really good as his hand had just the right amount of pressure and he stroked slowly. I then grimaced as I felt his thumb circling around the head.

“There you go…there goes Drippy! Hehehehe” he teased.

There goes that nickname again. Drippy. That humiliating name I got from that last meeting where I was tickle tortured in front of a crowd of guys. I leak pre-cum. Lots of it. I can’t help it. His thumb was now circling all over my cockhead and I am really sensitive there! I could feel the lubricant of my precum being rubbed all over, but the sensitive cockhead was driving me crazy. Then he concentrated on rubbing my cockhead and I was squirming all over the place. I have a really sensitive head, so sensitive that my cock will go flaccid when it is stroked too much. I am now grunting and twisting, trying to get my cock away from that head torture.

“Drives you crazy huh Drippy? Just trying to get your dick really sensitive…” he teased.

I continued to grunt as he played with my cockhead as his fingers now wrapped around the head and started to rub it in a twisting fashion. He used his other hand to hold my flaccid shaft and he worked me over! I was in agony as he continued to play with the head and I started to beg for mercy because it was intense. I kept whimpering and groaning, then he finally let go! Oh, talk about relief! I started to breathe hard and my cock felt so sensitive. I am glad I was flaccid so he couldn’t stroke me. Then I started to twitch and let out a giggle as I felt something caressing my balls. It was the feather!

continued in "My Secret Fantasy" part 5 1/2