Hello again everyone! I am back with more tales.

I hope you enjoyed my tales of poor helpless me getting tickled tortured and milked by various guys, just dying to milk a straight guy and tickle him until he bursts. Believe me, those sessions wore me out and I still don’t know what happened to me. The last one, where the guy shaved me, milked me and had me under his ticklish control for hours was something I will never forget. Let me tell you about this next session. I totally didn’t expect it and it surprised me!

Before I continue, please keep in mind that I am indeed straight. I do not desire any sex with another man. The thought of being tickled by another man has some thrill to me, and the furthest I would go is to be edged and milked. I will not have any kind of intercourse with another man. I will not perform any kind of oral sex with another man, nor will he have oral sex on me. Nothing enters my ass whatsoever. Again, the absolute furthest is being milked. Either by hand, or a toy. No mouth. I will not also touch another man. Not his feet, not his cock or ass. I am just fascinated about being tickled dominated and if you can get my cock hard, then I will allow to be edged and milked. If you read my previous tales, then this is still a hard limit. There will be no compromise or deviations from this. The absolute furthest is having my feet get jacked on, but the guy has to do all the work, I am not putting in any effort to do a foot job.

Now that we got that out of the way, let me tell you what happened. It had been months since the last session. When I got worked over and suspended upside down in that inversion table, I thought nothing could top that. Well, this next session is up there, and I totally did not see it coming. It happened when I went to the local gym and got my workout in. Inside this gym, there were some wrestling mats and folks would have matches there. I was always fascinated by this and would watch the matches that happened. The guys there were really good in amateur wrestling, and I would stand there and watch amongst the crowd that gathered. During one particular match, I was standing next to this one guy and we both were doing small talk, talking about how one competitor totally dominated his opponent. We both agreed he was probably the best wrestler here and he might have some collegiate experience. The guy next to me told me he loves to wrestle and asked if I ever did. I never did compete in wrestling. I mean, I like the professional wrestling, but I never actually participated in a wrestling match. The amateur style did look like fun. He asked me if I would be interested in learning some moves. He could set up a time where he could teach me some freestyle amateur moves and he would do it for free. What the heck right? Might as well. This guy wasn’t too much bigger than me, and it did sound like fun. He did have this gleam in his eye, but I didn’t think nothing of it. We set up a date and time and said we could go to his home as we had wrestling mats in his basement. I was looking forward to this! I was going to learn wrestling!

As the date approached, I was getting more and more excited. I even purchased some black wrestling shoes and a blue singlet. Might as well dress the part, right? The singlet was kind of snug and I decided to not wear underwear. It would look kind of frumpy and I needed my body to be as sleek as possible. That was definitely not a good idea in hindsight. The material felt nice, and I could actually see my genitals outlined. Thank goodness I didn’t get stiff, or that would be really embarrassing. The day finally came, and I put some track pants on and a t-shirt. I got directions from him and made my way to his home. On the way there, my brain told me something funny. “Hey, what if he totally traps you and you submit? Wouldn’t it be hilarious if he tickled you?” It was funny because this guy didn’t mention any tickling or anything like that. What kind of suck was that I started to get hard, and I had to calm down!

I finally made it to his house and parked my car. I walked up to the house with my gymbag containing my wrestling gear and knocked. He opened the door and looked excited that I was there. He welcomed me in and guided me to the living room where we chatted for a little bit. He saw my gym bag and asked did I bring some clothes or was I wresting in my track pants and shirt. I told him I bought some wrestling gear, such as a singlet and even wrestling shoes. He seemed thrilled that I put effort into it and asked me to get dressed, so we can go to the basement. I went to the bathroom, changed into my singlet and again, opted to not wear my underwear. I stuffed my underwear, track pants, t-shirt and sneakers in the bag. I put my wrestling shoes on and now I was ready. I looked in the mirror and had to admit, it looked cool. I walked out of the bathroom and saw him standing there. He was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts with high top sneakers on.

“You look great. I like the singlet and like the wrestling shoes. I think you are ready. Hehe follow me…” he said.

I followed him and we went into the basement. He was telling me how he likes to help teach guys how to wrestle, and this basement is a good place to learn. I made it down the stairs and looked around. It was your standard basement, with a bunch of stuff piled in such as boxes, broken technologies and other stuff. In the middle of the basement was a few large wrestling mats.  We made it to the middle of the mat, and I looked at him. I guess it just really hit me that this guy looked way stronger than me. I started to wonder if I would even be able to do anything against him, or would he just dominate me. He told me he would show me a few holds and if I was ready, we can begin. I smiled and was kind of nervous. It was time! There was a nagging feeling though. I never really paid attention before, but his face looked very familiar. Not just from the gym, but somewhere else too. I just couldn’t place it.

Well, we started out on the mats and were in position. He then showed me how to lock up with someone and did a quick move and got me on the mat. I was surprised by his strength and speed. He let me back up and told me that was a good move to do. He told me about balance and leverage. I tried the move on him, and I know he let me get him to the mat, but we both knew he knew how to counter it. There was this one move he did, where he had my head locked, I was on my knees and he reached towards my side. I felt his fingers sliding against my singlet and it tickled! I don’t think he did it on purpose, but I didn’t want to let him know that I am very ticklish. That would be embarrassing. The more concerning thing is, if for some reason he kept tickling me, I might get hard, and this singlet was very snug and I had no underwear. Can you imagine how that would look? This bulge between my legs? Oh man, that would be so embarrassing. What would he think? That I am getting turned on by this? I had to not think about my cock so I can keep it flaccid.

He did a few more moves on me and I swear, this guy was getting into putting me in holds and making me tap out. He was so strong, and I was already getting exhausted. I think it was just me, but it felt like his fingers kept stroking my sides, causing my body to jerk. He never said a word about my reactions, but it almost seemed like he was trying to tickle me. When I tried moves on him, he quickly countered, had me pinned to the mat and he taunted me. Ok, now my competitive juices were kicking in. I just couldn’t be someone who was some other guy’s toy. I tried another move and he simply laughed and flipped me onto my belly and forced me onto the mat, while he remained on top of me. He lowered his head next to mine and said he will now show me some psychological moves, to really render your opponent helpless. He said it was what he did whenever he had private wrestling sessions. He asked me if I was willing to let him try, and I said yes. A decision I regretted later.

I remained on my stomach, and he got off of me. He then grabbed my ankles and crossed them, then folded my legs and now my ankles and heels were resting on my ass. My upper legs were open, my ankles being held down against my ass. I then felt him resting on my shins. He told me to try and get free. With his weight down on my legs, I tried to get free, but I was trapped. I could hear him laughing as I squirmed like a worm on a hook and he slowly lowered his position on my shins, which caused my ankles to rise above my rear end a little. Then, I felt my shoelace on my left shoe being undone. What was this guy doing? Untying my shoes? How sophomoric.

“Hmm… looks like you got untied shoes. Tsk tsk tsk…” he taunted as his fingers continued pulling at my laces.

“Hey! Don’t untie my shoes!” I squealed out. This dude was untying my shoes. I had this feeling he was going to probably tie them together. I felt like the high school nerd being humiliated by having my own shoes tied together I felt the right shoelaces coming undone and I just laid there, wriggling my feet, hoping to avoid this dude from tying my laces together. I then yelped as he smacked my ass!

“Stay still! It is play time…” he told me.

Play time? What the hell did that mean? I was still surprised that my ass was smacked. Right when I was about to complain about that, I felt him tugging on my left shoe, as though he was pulling it off. I tried to scrunch my toes so the shoe wouldn’t come off, but it was no use. This guy pulled my shoe off and then I saw it land on the mat in front of me. I could see the sole of the shoe facing my eyes and now I was wondering what was happening. This guy was taking off my shoes? Why would he do that? I then gasped as I felt the other shoe being pulled and I tried my best to prevent that from happening.

“Give me your shoe….” he said in a calm voice.

I tried my best, but soon the right shoe came off and landed next to my left one. I could see the opening of the shoe, the laces sprawled out, facing my eyes. For some reason, staring at my empty shoes in front of me made me feel so helpless and vulnerable. My black, low cut ankle socks were now exposed, and I slowly wriggled my feet. What was this guy up to? Why would he take off my shoes during a wrestling match?

“There we go….. now you are more comfortable. Look at these socks. Are these older socks? I can see the material thinning.” he laughed.

I felt so embarrassed. I did have some older socks on. It is not like I expected my shoes to come off during a wrestling match. I started to whimper a little because this guy was probably trying to intimidate and embarrass me.

“I like your feet. They look narrow and long. Hmm…maybe I should take a close look at them.” he said in a menacing voice.

A closer look? At what? My feet? Why would he want to…….no!!! Naw, it couldn’t be that. There was no way this guy was actually going to pay close attention to my bare feet! Did I just run into a guy with a foot fetish or something? Then I gasped as I felt the rim of my sock being pulled down. HE WAS GOING TO TAKE OFF MY SOCK???????!!!!!

“Well, well, well. What do we have under this sock? Hehe” he said teasingly as the sock continued to peel off my foot.

My mind was completely confused. Why is this guy taking off my shoes and now my sock? I never remember a wrestling match where you remove your opponent’s footwear. I continued to squirm on the mat, feeling that fear of my foot being exposed and when it got to my toes, I scrunched them. I told him to not take off my sock and leave my foot alone. I gasped as he pulled the sock off and now my foot was bare. “Why did you t-take off my sock? What are you trying to do???” I asked him.

“hehehe I just want to mess with your mind. Yes, what am I going to do with your foot now that it is naked? You have a nice foot by the way. I love the pale skin on the bottom. So many things I can do to it…” he taunted.

Ok, now I am in a panic. He is deliberately going after my foot. But why? What was the point of all this? I am telling you out there, the feeling you have when your foot is bare and don’t know what is going to happen can be overwhelming. Then my eyes popped open as he started to peel off the other sock! This guy was trying to make me completely barefoot! I continued to squirm on the mat, but there was nothing I could do. It was just moments before I was completely barefoot. Then what? Would he let me go? Is this his way of trying to intimidate me? He did say he wanted to mess with me psychologically and it was working. I felt the other sock come off and now both socks landed in front of my face and by my wrestling shoes. There is no helpless feeling seeing your own footwear removed without your permission and there was nothing you could do. Then I jumped a little as I felt his hands on my soles! For some reason, being in this helpless position made me feel really sensitive and his simple touch was already making me writhe. Then I remembered something. There were times during this wrestling match where his fingers were tickling me on my sides. Did he plan to……..No! He wouldn’t, right? Not my feet!

“Oooh! Your feet feel kind of tender right now. I wonder what would happen if I caressed your feet? Do you mind?” he teased.

Caress my feet? I started to tell him that he doesn’t have to do that and that my feet were fine. I stopped mid-sentence as he slowly slid a finger down the length of my foot. His finger went right by the base of the toes, then down the ball of the foot, into my arch and off my heel of my right foot. My body tensed up because dammit, it tickled! Look, I have ticklish feet. Do all of you understand the horror that I will be in? I am pinned on the mat, by ankles crossed and pinned under his body weight, my shoes and socks were taken off, and now this guy might start tickling my feet? Oh, you like that? I swear you guys are cruel. How can you…..wait. he did it again?? He was really going to tickle my feet! I started to giggle a little and I felt so embarrassed.

“What’s the matter? Is my finger bothering you? Are your feet………….ticklish?” he teased.

I started to try and hold back my giggles, as I did not want to expose my weakness. If he found out how ticklish I am, he was sure to torture me. I know, YOU want to see me get tickled, but I don’t! I tried to hold my breath, but then the snickering laughter started to come out. I felt him grab my foot and then he stroked his finger up and down my sole several more times and I couldn’t help it. I started to giggle uncontrollably.

“Aw….someone here IS ticklish on his feet. I like that….” he taunted.

I started to really squirm on the mat as his fingers started to scrabble on the bottom of my foot. He focused on my arch and now my laughter poured out like wine. I had to admit my weakness to him! “YES!! I’M TICKLISH! COME ON MAN, DON’T TICKLE MY FEET! HEHEHEHEHEHE” I cackled.

“Good… I love guys with ticklish feet. I actually dreamed about tickling your feet….” he told me.

He dreamt about it? Just from setting up a wrestling match? Was that his plan the entire time? To lure me here and wrestle me, then tickle my feet? I felt so helpless right now. I was trapped, and there was no escape. I squeaked as his fingers hit that sensitive spot on my instep, then it dragged across the width of my foot and now he was tickling the outside edge of my foot.

“Oh yes..tickling your feet was definitely a dream of mine. You probably don’t remember me, but I certainly remember you. Your feet are definitely worth the time to trap you and tickle them. Tickle tickle!” he continued to tease.

What was he talking about? Where was I supposed to remember this guy? I met him at the gym, and we were watching wrestling. He wanted my feet this bad? Yes, I know some of you reading this want my feet really badly too. But this is ridiculous! I continued to laugh as his evil fingers danced on the sole. Now he used the tip of a fingernail and tickled the ball of my foot. I could feel him tracing along the outline of that area slowly and I was squirming like crazy. This was too much. My feet are too ticklish. “HAHAHAHAHA REMEMBER YOU? HAHAHAHAHA FROM AHAHAHAHA WHERE?!” I laughed.

“Mmmm….your feet are definitely desired prizes. Do you remember a time where you showed up to a hotel, and you were part of a tickling contest? Well, I was in the crowd watching all of it. I wanted to have you all to myself instead of all those guys. Now I have you and I am going to do a lot of extracting from your ticklish body…” he told me.

I do remember the hotel! Oh no! He was in THAT crowd?? That was an absolute tickle nightmare for me. You guys remember that? I went to a hotel and was tickled tortured by two guys in a hotel room. They tickled me literally all over my body. I was completely naked too. Then, they carried me to another hotel room where a group of men were having a tickle contest. I had a lot of guys tickling me, but the main guys really worked me over. They even tickled my balls and cock and forced me to cum! In fact, that’s where I met that bald guy who then had a separate session with me recently. I am once again a tickle victim, and I am going to suffer. You like that idea, don’t you? Do you want to do this to poor me too? I am too ticklish for that!

“From what I remember, you have some ticklish toes too…” he chuckled.

I screamed as his fingers started to probe my poor toes. I could feel him tickling the pad of my big toe, then moved to the pad of the index toe, my middle toe, then the ring toe, and finally my little toe. The whole time I was giggling like a weak girl, and I could feel him getting more determined to tickle my toes. The guy even started to tickle between my toes. I couldn’t help it. I started to beg this guy to stop tickling me. I even tapped out on the mat. Better to surrender now than keep suffering. He said he wanted to extract something from me. Well, he extracted my submission. I lost. Please stop tickling me.

“Oh, there are no tapouts tickle boy….I am going to tickle you until I get everything I want…” he threatened.

What else does he want? I mean seriously, he tickled my poor foot. Isn’t that enough? Then I shrieked as he started to tickle the other foot. He first attacked the heel and that already drove me crazy. His fingers then slowly trickled into my arch area, and I squealed. Yes, it was an embarrassing squeal, but do you blame me? I have ticklish feet and this guy was tormenting me. I couldn’t help it. The other problem was, because he was tickling my precious feet, a side effect started to happen. Or should I say, grow. I could feel my cock stirring and this was not a good sign! I felt it expanding underneath me, and I prayed he would not flip me over. Can you imagine my stiff cock being seen prominently in the confines of a singlet?

“Someone has such ticklish feet….I could do this forever. Tickle tickle tickle! I just love ticklish guys like you. You get all crazy just because your feet are tickled. I actually dreamt about your feet since that day. I know all of your weak spots….” he said in a deliberate cool tone.

I was beside myself when his fingers now went to my toes. He purposely tickled the base of my big toe, then went down the line of my toes. I scrunched them to protect them from his tickling assault, but he simply pulled them back (he is STRONG!) and held them with one hand and let his other hand tickle the undersides of my toes. This was too much. I know he said there were no tapouts, but I was still tapping out. I begged for mercy. I told him that he wins! Just stop tickling my damn feet!

“I got to talk to the contest director. He told me about your one on one session. He told me what he did to you, and I have been horny for your feet ever since. He said your feet taste absolutely delicious. Can I suck your toes? Hehehe” he asked.

Suck my toes? HELL NO!! It would send me into a ticklish nightmare. It really sucked knowing that the other guy who wore me out the last time was giving this guy pointers! It also made me wonder, what else did he tell this guy? A lot happened to me in that session and dammit… my cock started to throb thinking about what might happen to it. I begged him to not put my foot in his mouth. You fellas don’t seem to understand. Sucking and worshipping my feet would be way too much for me to handle. What’s that? You don’t care? YOU want to do this to me?? You are one cruel person! Come on, my toes and feet do not belong in your mouth! They just don’t! I swear you…..oh damn… THIS guy slipped my big toe inside his warm, wet mouth. Oh no!!! Nooooooooooo!!!

“Mmmmmmmm….your *slurp* toe is fucking delicious…” he said while slurping.

I didn’t know how to react. The feeling of his mouth on my toe sent not only ticklish sensations throughout my entire body, but also pleasure sensations that went straight to my cock. This was not good. I felt so helpless as he continued to suck away and when he started to swirl his tongue, I just had to laugh. I had no choice. I then felt his wet, slimy tongue sliding in and out of my toe crevices. I could hear the slurping, the sucking and the groans of pleasure coming from him. When his tongue invaded my baby toe crevice, my body started to shake on the mat. He was truly dominating me, and now my poor feet were in his control.

“You sure have some tasty toes…but I need to *slurp* hear more giggling…” he teased.

As he continued to slurp away on my toes, I started to giggle when I felt his fingers lightly stroking my feet. It was a feathery touch, and it was driving me crazy. Feathery, light strokes always get the biggest reactions out of me, and this was no different. I could feel those ticklish tremors ripping through my body and because I was hard, I could feel my cock sliding against the material of my singlet and on the mat. Dammit, if I keep rubbing on the mat like this, I might actually cum inside my singlet! Now, THAT would be humiliating. His tongue between my toes already made me laugh, adding the feathery touch on the bottoms of my feet only made things worse. I then felt his mouth come off my toes and he focused again on tickling my feet. I could hear him taunting me.

“What’s the matter? Got ticklish feet? Awww..you are such a weak little man. Begging and pleading just because his feet are being tickled. Don’t tell me you’re going to quit. Are you going to cry Uncle?” he taunted.

Well, I wanted to. This foot tickling and toe sucking broke me down. I went from a hopeful, tough wrestler, and now I am a laughing mess because my shoes were taken off, then my socks and my bare feet were being tickled without mercy. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did! He found…….THE spot. If you read all my previous stories, you know there is a certain spot on my foot that is very sensitive and makes me go absolutely insane. I am NOT telling any of you reading this. Because if I did, all you would want to do is exploit it. I bet you are wishing you could do that to me now. Wishing you had my feet trapped and work them over until I lose my mind.

“Ah yes…I found your spot! I remember when those other guys did this to you back at that hotel. Let’s see how much you can take…” he teased.

I tried to push my upper body up off the mat, but with his fingernail attacking the spot, I collapsed back onto the wrestling mat. This was too much. This guy was really trying to break me. He started doing circles on the area and I felt so helpless. I started to tap the mat. Forget it. I give up. Uncle. Whatever you want me to say. I don’t care. I then felt some relief as he stopped his tickle attack.

“You give up huh? That was a smart move, but I am not done with you. As a matter of fact, I still want to extract something from you. I want to remove something from your body. Let me show you where…” he threatened.

Extract something from my body? This dude already bared my feet and attacked them. He extracted a submission out of me. What else could he possibly…….oh no!!! My eyes popped wide open as I felt his fingers touching me. With me on my belly, and my ankles crossed the way they were, it meant my legs were slightly spread open. His hand went to that space between my legs and on my groin area! This man was stroking my balls!!! That sensation was very intense, and I was immediately panicking. My balls are my absolute weak spot, and he was playing with them through the singlet. The material intensified the sensation and I shrieked like a woman.

“hehehe someone has very ticklish balls doesn’t he? Yep, I am really going to tickle these nuts of yours. There is cum I want to extract from them. Guess what? You WILL have your juices extracted…” he threatened.

Talk about my worst nightmare. Here I was, trapped on the mat, my feet were tickled and my toes sucked. I was already rock hard from that tickle attack, and now this guy was fondling and stroking my balls, which produced horrific ticklish sensations, but also kept me aroused. The only saving grace that I had was that I still wore my singlet. If he got my naked balls, then I was done for. I felt a chill flow over me as he said he will remove the cum from my balls. I was going to get milked! How did this go from a wrestling match to me getting milked??!! I pleaded for him to stop, but he just kept tickling my nuts and driving me crazy. After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped tickling my balls and gave me a slight tickle on the crack of my ass, which made me squeal.

“I think it is time for you to lose this singlet…” he told me in a “matter of fact” tone.

I felt my ankles getting uncrossed, then held by him. He simply flipped me over onto my back and I laid there, completely exhausted and trembling on the mat. He stood over me and smiled. I saw him reaching down and I turned over and got on my knees. I started to crawl away, then I felt my left ankle being grabbed and he slowly dragged me back towards him. I could feel my body sliding on the mat and I was embarrassed. I was totally helpless to this guy. I shrieked a bit as he tickled by upturned sole and then let my ankle go and quickly straddled me. His hands moved very quickly, and he slid the straps of the singlet off my shoulders and peeled the outfit off my body, exposing my ass and then it slid right off my legs. I was now completely naked, laying on my stomach on the mat. I looked up and I saw my singlet fall to the mat, right next to my wrestling shoes.

“There’s nothing like a weak, ticklish naked straight man on my wrestling mat. Now, it is time to have some more fun with you…” he laughed.

I shivered when he said he wanted to have fun with me. Hasn’t he already had fun with my body? I mean, this guy took my shoes and socks off and tickled my barefeet for what felt like an eternity. He even tickled my ass crack and my super ticklish balls. Now, I am here naked, and he wants more fun. I then sense him laying down on the mat next to me. His legs are around my head, and he is by my feet. I think he is about to tickle me again, but then I grunt. He wrapped his left leg around my neck and rolled back a little, forcing my back to lift off the ground.  He used his right leg under my body and managed to hook my left leg. Then he grabbed the right leg and he pulled it away from the other. I was now effectively in a leg spread hold and I was completely helpless! I tried to struggle but it was futile. I was at this guy’s mercy! He used his left arm to trap my right arm, making me really helpless. Then with his free right hand, he started to stroke my inner right thigh. I was so embarrassed because I started to grunt and twitch in this hold and my hard on was displayed. The tickling was driving me crazy, even though it was a light touch.

“You are just so ticklish. You are a dream come true…I have been waiting for this moment and now, I am going to make you explode…” he taunted.

His light tickling on my thighs continued to drive me insane and through my grunts, you could still hear my laughter. My cock was wobbling in the air and with each ticklish stroke, it felt like my cock would twitch in delight. He was dangerously close to my balls, and I had that fear. Fear he was going to tickle them, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him at all! I can’t close my legs; my body is completely trapped. What could I do to stop him from having his ticklish way with my nuts? Nothing. Nothing at all. I was getting frustrated because the thigh tickling was so soft and delicate, but it drove me absolutely wild. It also kept me hard which I now believe was his intent. Then it happened. The moment I feared the most. He touched my balls!!!

“I am really going to enjoy tickle destroying these balls of yours. I may never stop. Hehehe” he threatened.

I felt his fingers stroking on my sac and I was already shrieking and grunting and going absolutely crazy. I have told all of you readers many times that my balls are my weakest spot. You tickle me there and I am just done for. I know you don’t care and probably really enjoying reading this right now, but I am suffering. The sheer amount of ticklish electricity flowing through my body is overwhelming. I laugh and grunt like a crazed man. My legs twitch and my body shakes. His fingers now tickle that spot right under the balls and he even pressed into that area. I yell out my submission. This just had to stop!!

“You already submitted remember? Now, I am collecting my prize. I want your balls!” he laughed.

He was now drumming his fingers all over my two ticklish orbs and I just kept laughing. He was an effective tickler, and it spelled my doom. Can you imagine doing this to me? I am pinned and trapped and can’t escape. My poor ticklish balls are at your mercy, and you just tickle them and tickle and tickle and tickle them until I lose my mind. No matter how much I beg, you just tickle away. It just seemed like hours passed and my mind was mush. Then the ball tickling stopped. You want to talk about a feeling of relief. There is no greater feeling than having tickling stop, but then I tense up again.

“I know your cock is ticklish too..hehehe Hey! Looks like you are dripping! Drippy is here!” he taunted.

There goes that damn nickname again. Drippy. I am called that because I do tend to leak a lot of pre-cum. Those men called me that as I dripped a lot of my pre-cum as they tickle assaulted me. I felt embarrassed right now and then gasped when he grabbed my stiff cock. He did a quick stroke and I moaned. I am helpless to stop him from stroking me and then he touched the head of my dick. I could feel his finger circling and stroking the slit and he chuckled. I could feel my own pre-cum and I knew he was having fun at my expense.

“Oh yes..lots of juice you have Drippy. I think it is time to extract your load. Here….we…go!” he laughed.

I felt his strong, yet soft hand starting to stroke my cock. I was so hard, my body was still on fire from the tickling assault, and I could feel the juices boiling in my balls. He had a smooth, even stroke to get me going. Then, he focused on the mushroom head and the underside of my cock right below it. If you want to properly make me cum, then what he is doing is the way. He applied some pressure on the underside, while making the rim of his fingers stroke right under the lip of the head. Touching the head itself will make me go flat because I am REALLY sensitive there. He learned how to milk me from that gang tickling I endured. His touch was firm, yet very gentle. I was so tired and helpless, my body started to surrender to his stroking. I will admit. It felt good. I am getting jacked off by another man and I am unable to prevent the building orgasm.

“That’s right..give me that load of yours. Come on Drippy. Give it to me….” he whispered.

I started to moan in pleasure, but a part of my brain didn’t want to cum. I wanted to fight back. I do have dignity you know! But that stroking continued, and my poor cock was ready to explode. I told him I don’t want to cum and to please just let me go.

“you’re funny Drippy. You WILL come. Now….give……me……your……load.” he told me while stroking a little faster now. “Give it to me..it is all mine.”

I tried. I mean, I really tried to resist. His stroking was overpowering me, and I was getting close. I did everything in my power to not let it out, but then he let go of my cock right quick, and tickled my balls again. I was losing control! After that quick ball tickle, he went right back to stroking and I could feel the pressure building. I could even feel my pre-cum dribbling down the head and onto his hand. Then, with one hard stroke, my body collapsed, and I shot out a huge load. Rope after rope of my hot cum came shooting out like a geyser. It was the most incredible, yet humiliating feeling in the world.

“Good boy Drippy!!! Let it all out for me….hehehe” he teased.

I felt so helpless right now. He continued to stroke my cock, trying to squeeze out any remnants of my man juices. I started to shiver as his hand kept touching the tip, which was SUPER sensitive at this point. I was so spent, and I really hoped this was over. Then I started to jerk around. I felt his fingers tickling my balls again. This drove me absolutely crazy with ticklish fright because dammit, I am really ticklish after cumming. Now, this guy was tickling my balls again, tormenting me.

“I love these ticklish balls of yours…tickle tickle tickle! Come on, keep squirming a little bit more. I want to torture you a little…” he teased.

Oh, I was being tortured all right. The way his fingers tickled my nuts sent me into panicked ticklish convulsions. I was still trapped in the hold, so there was no way I could defend my jewels. This went on for minutes and then he finally released the hold. Once I was released, I was flat on my back, legs still spread, and I was exhausted. Oh please let this be over…

“You got cum all over the mat Drippy…bad boy!! You made quite the mess. Guess I have to punish you a little…” he told me.

I then felt him sit on my chest and he was facing my feet. I felt him grab my cock with one hand, then I felt the palm of his other hand on the tip. He then started to rub it back and forth over my very sensitive head and my body flopped around as though electricity was flowing through me. My feet and legs were jumping around, and I was literally begging him to not polish my apple like that. I even apologized for shooting my cum all over the place. It made no sense since he forced my orgasm, but I didn’t care. When your apple is being polished, you will say anything to get it to stop! Finally, let get of my cock, and I felt it slap back down on my belly. It was twitching after getting stroked, tickled, and polished at the head. My poor dick. What’s that? You enjoyed that? You want to do it to me too? You suck Mr. reader, you suck.

“Ok, now it is time to finish you. Let me see these feet of yours one more time….” he said.

I felt him grab both of my ankles as he stood up and pulled my feet into the air. He closed my feet together, so he could look down and looked at both of my helpless soles. He then spun his body around so he was now standing over my legs, my feet still in the air and now my toes and top part of my feet resting on his body. He then leaned down a bit, headlocked my ankles and then ran his fingers up and down the bottoms of my feet. I was squirming like crazy! His fingers invaded my heels, then my arches, the balls of my feet and even my toes! My feet were extra ticklish at this point, and he was just having his way with them. I had no idea what to do anymore. I just begged and begged and begged and he kept going. He even went after THE spot on both feet and now I am thrashing on the mat. My cum soaked cock flopping around and I am tapping the mat like crazy.

“hehehe this is fun! I will stop if you beg me to mark your feet…” he offered.

Mark my feet? That concept sounded familiar. I started to really groan as he continued to tickle my poor, defenseless feet and I agreed. I screamed out, “Mark my feet!! Mark my feet! Please mark my feet!”

“Good boy….” he simply said.

I could sense him once again spinning his body around and now he is standing there, holding my ankles and now facing towards my head. I looked up at him and he had this sinister grin. I then watched in horror as he pulled down his shorts and exposed his cock! Oh no!!! Now I remember what “marking my feet” was about. In my last session with the bald guy, he marked my feet by cumming on them. This guy did say he knew that other guy and now my feet were going to be marked again. Readers, this is so embarrassing. I have said many times that I will never touch your cock if we have a session. But, if you place my feet on you, you can have your way. I will NOT do a foot job, you have to work it yourself. That’s what this guy started to do. I closed my eyes and felt his hard on sliding up and down my precious soles. I could even feel his balls banging on my heels. I felt weak, helpless and not in control of my own feet. Then I heard him start to grunt and it didn’t take long to feel something very warm and sticky landing on my feet. Some landed under my toes, but mostly on the soles.

“Oh yeah…damn…you got some great feet…” he said as he finished what he needed to do.

He lowered my feet back down to the mat and I could feel his stuff on the bottoms of my feet. Ok, now I am done for. He conquered me. He tickled my feet. He tickled my body. He forced me to cum and now he ejaculated all over my ticklish feet. I just laid there feeling humbled and defeated. I saw him walk past my head and then he came back. He made it to my feet and lifted them in the air.

“Oh yeah..That was a big load. Hahaha” he laughed.

I felt shame wash over me when he said that. He had fun at my feet’s expense. Then I saw him holding up my socks and then he put them back on my feet! He was going to leave his cum on my feet?? The other guy cleaned my feet at least.

“Now, you will go back home with my cum on your feet. Hehehe Your feet are forever mine drippy. Oh, and we will wrestle next weekend. Let’s see if you learned how to escape my holds. I suggest you learn, because if you don’t, then you will lose your shoes and socks. I WILL tickle your feet until you can’t stand it anymore, and not only will I strip you naked, but I will keep tickling your balls and cock until I milk two loads out of you. Every time I defeat you, another load will be added. So for the next month on the weekend, you better learn. Oh, and I will cum on your feet every single time…..” he threatened.

After a few minutes after hearing that threat, I slowly got myself up off the mat. I was on my hands and knees, and I could even see some of my cum splatter on the mat. I crawled over to get my shoes and my singlet and then stood up. I eventually got dressed and that was embarrassing because as I walked, I could feel his cum squishing between my toes in my socks. He stood there and laughed at me the whole time. Once I was dressed, he shook my hand and said he hoped I had fun and he looked forward to seeing me next week. I nodded my head and I finally left.

On the way back home, I continued to feel that hot cum on my feet. I was going to shower very thoroughly when I got home. I have no idea why I subject myself to these sessions. These guys love ticking me and milking me. They love rendering me helpless as they do it. They seem to be ok with just tickling the crap out of me, and removing cum from my poor balls, and now they can cum on my feet. I knew I was going to show up next week. I am such a glutton for punishment. These guys enjoyed doing this to me. I bet you readers want to tickle me too…someone help me, and please, don’t call me Drippy.