I have been having strong fantasies and it makes me wonder what would happen if I acted out on them. It is hard to admit this, but as a straight guy, things like this seem abnormal for a man who is highly interested in sex with women, but does not want intercourse of any kind with a man. Whether that is oral, or anally I prefer to that with women. But I have this desire to be “dominated” by a gay man. What happens? Well, I would be dominated physically to be, *gulp* tickle tortured. To be made completely helpless by having that strong man tickle me all over my vulnerable body until I beg him for total mercy. The reason why I would like a gay man? Because in this fantasy, I am tickled so much, I am vulnerable to being, um, milked. To lose my boy juices from my balls. That is the reward that man would have after making me submit to the tickle torture. That is such a form of humiliation which would only heighten the ticklish sensations as I am dominated. Well, this is how it always plays out in my mind.

I would put out an ad on a site like this on a lark, checking to see if any gay male would love to tickle a straight man to tears. To get me to cry “Uncle”. No direct gay “sex”, but if I were made to scream uncle, then they would get a prize. That prize? My very ticklish cock and balls! They could tickle it for as long as they want with any tool, just not their mouth/tongue. They could even, I feel so embarrassed, milk me. They could take two loads if they want, knowing that this could be a very long tickle torture session. My entire body can be tickled, but the other caveat was no touching at all with my asshole. That is exit only, nothing to enter. My ass can be tickled, which is crazy ticklish, but the hole can not be touched. I would also not touch their cock or ass, in other words we are not having gay sex. Just tickle torture, with possible edging/milking of my cock.

I click send on the ad and then I know I would ask myself, “What have I done? Well, let’s see what happens..” Days would go by as I would be scared to check my email. Then one day, a response! I nervously read it and it sent a chill through my body. This guy tells me he would love to tickle torture me. He would describe how he would overpower me and find all my ticklish spots! He would go into detail about tickling my feet, or my ribcage until I am howling. How he would put me in wrestling holds so he can have complete access to my tickle spots. I was shaking in my socks as he described how he would use his mouth on my toes! I have never had a mouth on my feet before, but it sounded like it would drive me insane. Then he said once I am a puddle of ticklish goo, he would keep tickling me! He talked about his tools such as feathers, brushes and toothbrushes.  I was so scared by his descriptions, but excited too.

He told me he would not do anything I would not want to do, even if it meant not actually milking me because as a straight man, when the event actually takes place, I may not be comfortable. Which is true. I actually liked this as it could take some pressure off especially if in the moment, I no longer wanted to actually be milked. Being tickled was the main point of this. I decided to accept this guy’s offer as it was his fantasy to tickle torture a straight male until he lost all sense of reality. With the potential milking aspect, I replied that my cock will be the guide. If during the tickling session I become very hard, then the ”reward” stands. It means my cock is willing to be tickled by another man. If I remain soft, then we know that is something I really do not want to do in reality. He agreed so we sent a time and date. I was soooooo nervous yet excited. Hey, why is my cock stirring as I write this? Uh-oh….

The day came and as I drove to the hotel he was at, I kept going over in my mind, “what if he is a ruthless tickler Will I cry Uncle quickly? What if he finds the one spot on my foot that is sure to drive me insane? What if I get hard? My balls are CRAZY ticklish too! What if he milks me until my balls are empty??? I purposely didn’t ejaculate for 2 weeks just in case.” I was getting nervous thinking about what awaited me. I arrived at the hotel and get out the car. I give him a text message and he replies with his room number. Well, here goes nothing!

I make it to his room and knock on the door. He opens it up and there is a sinister grin on his face. I come into the room and we chat for a little bit. He tells me that it is a fantasy of his to tickle a straight man because he knows how much they will resist to give in, so breaking them is a thrill. I gulp as I sit on the couch and then we chat for a bit. I do remind him that NO sexual intercourse is to be had and I would not touch any of his private parts. He said he completely understands and trust was important. I told him he can use his mouth on my feet as I was curious about that and he said he already planned to do that. Then he said to look over at something on the other side of the bed and when I did, he snuck up behind me and goosed my ribs! I jumped so high and he laughed. Then he kept tickling my rib cage with pokes and prods. I was pleading to not tickle me, but then he kept stalking me like I was his prey. Then he pounced!

He tackled me and I was on the bed trying to get away. He must have been a wrestler because he put me in holds that I couldn’t get free from. He went after my ribs and I was giggling uncontrollably. I am not a shrieking laughing type guy, but my body usually goes into hysterics. The squeezing on my ribs was intense!! I tried to struggle but I was trapped. I started to plead but he only laughed that he would stop once I said “Uncle!”… No, I couldn’t do that yet! Then he managed to get me on my back, scissorheld my legs on the thighs and he got my arms above my head and then pulled up my shirt so he could have access to my bare belly and ribs. I was thrashing as best as I could as his fingers probed all over my ribs and stomach. My legs tried to kick but he clamped down on them like a vise. I. was. Trapped!

Then he said with a huge grin, “Well, well well….Look what we have here...” I looked at him, then where his eyes went and a chill ripped through my spine! My cock was hard! Oh no! My cock had a mind of its own and now it was stiff inside my underwear and sweatpants! Since I was trapped and my arms held, he used one of his hands to gently pat my cock through the material.

“Looks like someone will be losing some cum today….” He teased.

My eyes popped open and I started to plead. “No please…no more tickling!” I begged. He only chuckled and gave me a quick tickle on my balls through the sweatpants that had two effects. One, it made me shriek because my balls really are THAT ticklish and second, my cock got harder. I am so screwed! He then flipped me over on my stomach which I thought was good because now he couldn’t focus on my now hard cock. But then he straddled my back, facing my feet, with my arms pinned to my sides. I am trapped. Then I squirm wildly as I feel him peeling down my sweatpants, leaving me in my underwear. He then pulls my ankles towards him and starts to unlace my sneakers. Oh dear no!!!

“Time to get you more…comfortable…” he laughs.

I beg him to not take off my shoes. For the love of all decency, leave my shoes on! I guess he doesn’t like decency because he pulls off my sneaker and I am trembling with ticklish excitement. I hear my shoe hit the floor and he sniffs my foot. He then pulls off one leg of my sweatpants from my foot, then continues to sniff my foot through the ankle sock. He then massages my foot, which does feel nice, but I am still nervous. He then drops my ankle, but pulls up the other foot and unlaces that shoe! He repeats his method and tosses my shoe to the floor which lands in a thud. Then I can feel his nose deep in the crevice of my toes in the sock and he takes a very deep sniff. I don’t think my feet stink, but he may like that anyway. Then he lets go of my ankle and it drops to the bed. I escape one of my worst fears. But then…

Ticklish here?” he laughs as his fingers start to lightly tickle my ass through my underwear (tighty whiteys).

I am squirming like crazy! My ass is very ticklish and he continues his tickle assault on my ass cheeks. I am telling him to stop it because my ass is ticklish dammit!

“Awww…someone is ticklish on his ass huh? Tickle tickle” he teased.

I kept squirming as I felt his fingers tickling all over my bottom and he teased my ass crack which is HIGHLY sensitive. This is unbelievable. I am giggling and squirming like a maniac but I can’t get away. It is also not helping my cause that my cock is rubbing in my underwear on the mattress which is only further making me hard. This does not bode well for me at all. Now he is tickling the back of my legs on the quadriceps which is driving me crazy. Am I really ticklish everywhere??? Of course during my squirming, his fingers start to tickle my inner thighs and now he is enjoying my laughter and my pitiful attempts at begging him to stop. I keep telling him how ticklish I am, thinking that somehow that is going to make him stop. I seriously did not think this through.

“Be still!” he demands, then he pulls my underwear down to expose my naked ass. Then he tickles my ass crack again and across the cheeks. Oh man am I ever going crazy now! He tells me soon he will get me naked, but not now. He then gets off of me and tells me to be still, or I am going get my balls tickled. Ok, you got it. Laying perfectly still now. He then takes off my shirt so now I am just wearing my underwear and my socks. He gets off the bed and tells me to remain still. I do what he says and this gives me the opportunity to rest and try to recover. I had to make my cock soft too. But nope, it remained hard.

I then felt him sit on my ankles, trapping my feet. I tried to pull them out from under him, but he had them trapped. I had a feeling I knew where this was going. I felt his fingers rubbing my socked feet again and then he started to tickle them. Like I mentioned before, I am not a loud laughing type of person when tickled, but trust me, it is excruciating to have them tickled. My feet constantly twitched under his fingers and he could tell that even though I am not in hysterical laughter, this tickling drove me CRAZY!!! Then I felt the horror of having the back of my socks from my heels. Oh no!! He was going after my barefeet! Then I really got writhing in ticklish terror as he must have gotten his hairbrush and now rubbing it on my heels. This REALLY tickled me. I told him he has to stop! But it fell on deaf ears.

After what seemed like an eternity (maybe 10 minutes?) he stopped. Then he simply peeled the rest of my socks off and now my barefeet were exposed. He wasted zero time and ran his fingers over my soles. I heard him say he was surprised that my feet were decently soft. He then picked up the pace on my soles and I am squirming like a worm. I am pounding on the mattress and begging him to stop. I heard him say my feet belong to him now and he will stop when he wants too. Oh, let me tell all of you that this feeling was really making me crazy. The feeling of those bristles, the kind with the plastic bulbs at the end are too hard to describe. I have had my feet tickled before, but never by a true tickle sadist that wanted to send me to tickle hell. I was grateful that he would pause sometimes, but I was still nervous because he would still lightly touch my feet with his hands before continuing scrubbing with the brush.

“I really could tickle these feet for the rest of the day…” he laughed.

After a while I got more tired and my squirming slowed down. He then decided to stop tickling my feet with the brush. He then got off my ankles and I started to breath again. I wanted to turn around, but he stopped me.

“Stay still I said!” he commanded.

I did exactly what he said. I believe at this point he then got down on his knees and pulled my feet towards the edge of the bed so they could dangle off of the edge. He then put his face into my soles and kept sniffing, then he started to kiss my soles. Now this was a whole new sensation. I have never had my feet kissed before. I felt his lips kissing all over my soles, from the heels, in the arches, the balls of my feet and he kissed the pad of my big toe. I could feel the wetness of his lips and I continued to just enjoy it. Then a whole new sensation washed over me as I felt his tongue licking my feet. You want to talk about an incredible sensation? I felt his tongue licking my soles like an ice cream cone, I could hear his own moans of pleasure and hearing him say my feet tasted delicious. I never heard that before, but I have to admit, this did feel good. It didn’t help my cock situation though. Then he started to lick between my toes. Hey! That tickles!

“mmmmmmmmm” he moaned.

Now he was nibbling on my toes and it really tickled me. I was really surprised as I never had my toes in a mouth before. Then he nibbled on my spot. The one spot on my foot that is HIGHLY sensitive. I jerked my foot away (I am not telling you what that spot is! But it is near my toes. No more hints!) and he said he was making a mental note. He then pounced on me and started to tickle my ribcage as he put his body weight on me, pinning me down. I start flailing away and then he must have sat up, his weight now down on my thighs and he stroked a finger right down my spine. Oh my…..now THAT was horrific. That back tickling drove me absolutely crazy, after getting me giggling and squirming, he then plunged his hands in my armpits. Now, like a lot of tickle victims, that causes my arms to go to my sides, which traps his hands in my pits. He is going to town on me and I am struggling.

“Come on…..say Uncle…” he teases.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” I bellow as he continues his relentless tickling. I don’t want to give in because I know what will happen to me!

“You better say Uncle….I am going to tickle you forever!” he threatened.

Let me tell you, this guy was relentless. He attacked my upperbody and ribs like a ruthless technician. But the worst was all the teasing he was telling me. “Looks like you can’t handle it..You are such a weak man! Listen to yourself, you sound so pathetic…” I really did feel so helpless at this point. Then I felt him put his knee between my thighs to open my legs up a bit and then I heard him say….

“Time for you to submit….” He breathed into my ear.

Then he must have reached his hand down into my pulled down underwear and got to my balls. He jammed his fingers just underneath my ball sack and I lost it. Oh, that was a brutal move that he did! I was pinned so he had me by the balls literally. I was screeching at this point as he tickled my poor balls.

“Give it up….just say……UNCLE!!!” he demanded. I could tell he was enjoying this too much.

There was no escape for me. I did not want to say uncle, but that ball tickle assault gave me no choice. “UNCLE!!! UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE!!!!” I screamed.

“Good boy…” he laughed and then stopped tickling my balls.

I felt so defeated at this moment. I just laid there, trying to recover. I could not believe it. I actually submitted to this guy as he exploited my super ticklish balls. It was ruthless. “uncle…uncle….” I panted.

“Now, you are mine…” he teased. He flipped me over and checked if I was ok.

I nodded yes, but I felt so defeated. I told him he truly was so ruthless and he got me. I didn’t think it would happen, but he got me. I tried to get up and then I felt his hand push me back down.

“not yet….I got a prize remember?” he smiled, then looked at my underwear.

I sighed knowing my defeat was now complete. I then felt him pulling off my underwear and when it came off my ankles, I was now completely naked on the bed. I felt humiliation as my cock was semi hard. He gave a quick pat on the shaft and my cock twitched. He got off the bed and went to his bag. He then brought out some feathers. Oh no….

“Time for me to claim my prize. This nice cock of yours. This nice TICKLISH cock of yours…” he grinned. He then started to use the feather on my shaft and now I was fully erect. He then started to stroke the feather across my balls.

Oooooh!!! That really tickled! I started to tremble as that feather made its cruel path across my balls. I guess he enjoyed that because he then stopped feathering me, went down by my feet and scooted my body down the bed. He then straddled me, but this time, facing my feet. Now my cock and balls were on the other side of him as I stared as his back. I felt really helpless at this point because he could see my nakedness except for my upper chest and head. It was lower body was on the other side of the wall, completely helpless to his ticklish designs. I then felt that feather stroking my cock again and I started to laugh. I told you my cock was ticklish!

The feather stroked up and down the shaft, especially teasing around my mushroom head. I started to squirm as the tickling feeling of the feather was getting to me. I then gasped as I felt his strong hand wrap around my cock. I groaned as he started to stroke me, then held my cock still so he can feather the head of my cock. I could feel that feather tip stroking down my slit and right under the head, teasing me. This felt incredible, yet so torturous. The edge of the fronds then started to stroke under the “lip” of the mushroom head, which made it enlarge. He was teasing me so intensely. Then the feather dabbed around my balls to get me to react!

“Feels good doesn’t it? Oh yes, soon I am going to take your cum. Give it to me….” He teased. His hand then started to stroke me and I could feel the juices in my balls boiling. It has been two weeks since my last cum, so now I am on edge. “That’s right…give me that cum of yours. Once I get that load, I am going to suck those toes of yours again.”

That was not nice! Just hearing what he was going to do to my toes was driving me wild with lust. My legs were twitching and I started to beg. “Please….don’t make me cum… I don’t want to cum…”

“give me that cum…come on.. be a good boy….” He continued to tease. He then took his fist and started to really lightly to stroke it on the head of my cock.

This sensation was overwhelming. He didn’t have a firm grip, but just the outside edges of his fist slowly touching my tip really made my cock twitch like crazy. I knew it was just a matter of time before I spurted. He was very gentle with my cock at this point and then applied some slight pressure on the bottom of the shaft and I was on the edge of exploding!

“That’s right…give me that cum….” He continued to taunt me.

I tried my best guys. I mean I REALLY tried my best to not cum. But damn his hand knew how to touch my cock and then I gasped as I felt his other hand slowly tickle my balls. That did it. I couldn’t hold it any longer and I exploded. I mean, ropes of my cum came flying out as I let go of a huge 2 week pent up load. The orgasm ripped through my body and I continued to moan as my cock was still spurting precious cum. I am sure some splattered on him.

“good boy….that was a lot of cum you gave me..” he told me. He continued to gently stroke my cock and massaged my balls as I started to calm down.

Then he decided to be evil and stroke the feather on my poor balls. This man is sadistic! I am twitching like crazy, and now he has a firm grip on my cock as he feathered my poor balls. My legs were going crazy and I was so sensitive right now. It was like he wanted to torture me. He then let go of my poor cock and got off of me. I felt really humiliated at this point as my cum soaked cock was waggling on my belly and I laid there completely helpless. I then saw him move to the foot of the bed and he had my left foot. He immediately started to suck on my toes and wow! I was a lot more sensitive now. I would grunt when he hit a ticklish spot but I let him have my poor toes. He started to slurp my big toe, then all my toes and I was in trouble as my cock stirred a little bit again.

“Your toes taste really good…” he slobbered, then he started to lick my sole again He then went to my right foot and started to suck on those toes, but this time, he started to nibble on my spot! I lost it. I started thrashing so much, he held my ankles so he could have my feet trapped so he could focus on that spot. This dude was mean! Torturing me like this after I was so extra sensitive. I called out Uncle again and again and again and he didn’t stop. I felt so helpless. Then he stopped.

“I want one more load……” he told me.

Needless to say it began another cruel round of tickle torture all over my body. He tickled my armpits, ribs, stomach, sides, hips, thighs, knees, feet and my poor sensitive balls till I was primed again. He went back to the feather tickling on my cock. After feathering my cock, he started to stroke me again, focusing on the underside of my shaft right near the head which is my weakness and he eventually forced me to cum again. I can’t tell you how long he did this, but my guess is it took another hour of constant tickling to get me to cum again. I was totally spent at this point.

“I win…” he laughed.

I just laid there completely spent. This was one hell of a session. I just laid there trying to recover from this entire meet. He was real cool as he rubbed my feet as I rested.  He made sure I was ok and after time, I was able to start to get up and get dressed. He told me he was keeping my socks and my underwear. They were his trophies of humiliating a straight man. I had no choice but to let him keep them as he also threatened to tickle my balls again. Fine, have them.

We had a cool conversation afterwards as I got my bearings back. He told me he had a great time and thanked me for allowing him to indulge his fantasy. I told him the same and it was better than I imagined. I then left the room and as I walked back towards my car, I kept thinking about what just happened. I let a gay man have his ticklish way with me, destroying me and taking two loads of cum from me. Wow, what an experience.

When I got back home, I saw he sent an email showing pictures of my underwear and socks and told me if we ever meet again, he was going to give me an opportunity to win them back. I just had to not cry “Uncle”. I shivered in fear thinking about it. Then I saw another email from a guy who told me how he would torture me. I started to tremble. He said he would have me on a massage table only in my underwear with a hole in the middle. He would have me on my belly where my bulge is in the hole. Then he would tickle the hell out of me, then check under the table and see that bulge really showing. Then he told me he would cut a hole in my underwear to let my cock out so he could feather my balls and shaft until I am about to explode. Then he would milk me and try to fill up a shot glass with as many loads as possible.

He then showed me a picture of the shot glass with a label on it. It read: (my name) milk… I am so scared, but hard right now. But no one wants to hear about that encounter do they?