As I stared with eyes glazed over at the same spreadsheet I have been ogling at since lunch, I get a text from my friend Max.  We met in college and went on a couple of dates, but figured out we weren’t meant to be.  Instead, we played each other’s wingman, with the occasional messing around when we had a few too many, until he met Greg.  After their new relationship period, they felt it was their mission to find me someone.  They thought they hit the jackpot when they found Jeremy.  But after 3 years of dating, the son of a bitch left me single at 31 (ugh, but that’s a story for another time). 

The text read, “Dan, where u @?”

“I’m working, u know that thing adults do to pay the bills, you should try it.”

“Gross, no thanks! What u doin 2nite?”

“I have to do laundry and catch up on some work”

“So ur curlin up in ur pajamas and watching Netflix”

“Ugh, you’re an ass, I hate when you do that”

“What? You mean being right?! U NEED 2 GET OUT! It’s been 2 months, we haven’t seen you in forever!”

“No need to shout and u guys saw me a couple weeks ago”

“Um, no, we saw a sad version of u watching reruns of NCIS, ur coming out with us if I have 2 drag u out!”

He was right again, I did need to go out, “Ok ok, what did u have in mind?

“Scruffies 8 PM, SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!!!!!”

“K, see u guys there”

I do have to admit, I thought it was a good idea…at the time.  6 o’clock finally rolled and I was free to leave my dismal office.  I went back to my apartment and grabbed a nice long shower to help relax me for the rest of the night.  As I walked through my place, I saw the pictures of Jeremy and I that I was too upset to take down, but this night was going to be different, I could feel it from my head to my toes!  I took all the pictures down, screw him.  I headed back to my bedroom and started to get ready to go.  Thinking of what might happen, I gave my toes a quick touch up to be safe.  I then leaned back on the bed, dangling my feet off the edge and wiggling my toes, sort of admiring my long, soft, sensitive 13s for a couple minutes.  I grabbed this cute white and blue dress shirt, a favorite pair of jeans, tan argyle socks with a hint of blue, and threw on my brown dress shoes.  The cab (yes cab, they need work too), I grabbed my jacket, headed out the door ready for my new adventure, or so I thought.

I got to the bar a little before 8 and saw that it was a bit more crowded than usual; there were actually 9 other customers in there!  It’s a dive but we love it.  I walk up to the bar where the majority of them were empty with the exception of one that was occupied by a very attractive older gentleman with true brown hair, not to dark not to light.  So I played it cool, who am I kidding, I got giddy.  I sat down with one bar stool between us then laid my jacket across the two stools next to mine as if I was worried that the massive crowed was going to steal the seats.  I ordered a beer and started to wait for Max and Greg; if it is only 15 minutes I consider it to be a victory.  It has been a while since I was on a date or even talked to a guy I didn’t know, I was nervously glancing at him to get a better look of his face until he turned his head quickly and I was caught in the headlights.  Ugh! He was gorgeous! A well groomed mustache, strong jaw line, soft, smooth skin, and beautiful brown eyes, so sexy!  I was so anxious, I knew I had to say something, but I forgot to check the time.  As I was about to speak, I felt something on my sides.  This could not be happening!  Fingers wiggling up and down my body:

“AAAAHhhhhhhhehehehehehhehehahahahahaha sssttttooooooppppp hahahahahahahha knock it off hehehehehehe”

So now I’m super embarrassed, but at least Max and Greg finally showed up, even if they were the cause.  They know how ticklish I am and that I love it, such a tease to start the night!  After I quickly caught my breath, I noticed the gentleman gave a small chuckle in amusement, but what could I say now?  So I postponed my introduction and proceeded to take 2 shots in a row.  I don’t know why Max insists to do this so fast, he holds his liquor like a 4 year old.  We slow it down, sip a couple drinks and catch up, all the while I do what I can to sneak a glance at Gorgeous George next to me.  Another shot, another beer.  By this time I am felling pretty relaxed and comfortable.  Max on the other hand is to the wind, its all of 10:30 and he’s toasted.  His colorful personality is in full effect.  He shouts across the bar to the man, “My god, if I weren’t with this wonderful man, I’d let you call me anything you wanted!”  The gentleman simply chuckled and smirked while saying, “Thanks, that is sweet of you,” and returned to his drink and the game on the screen above. 

I look at Greg and he has that “Not again” look on his face.  He jokingly tells me, “You know this is your fault, he gets over excited when he doesn’t see you for a while then goes crazy!”

 I turn to him to see if he needs some help, “It’s not my fault you can’t reign him in, next time put a leash on him, I think you have one at home.” 

“Haha, fair enough!  I’m gonna get him home and sleep it off.  You have your car here? Want a ride home?”

“No, I took a cab, I think I’m going to hang out a bit longer, but I’m glad you guys called, we’ll do it again soon, well, not all of it again hahaha”

“Definitely!  We miss seeing you, give me a call next week and we’ll set something up.”

We say our goodbyes and he drags Max to the car.  I sit back down and glance at the demigod sitting next to me.  So sexy!  Now is my chance!  I order another drink and as I was about to speak, the gentleman says:

“Your friend seems nice, a little loud, but nice.”

He was talking to me, I was stunned, giddier than after my first kiss.  I was so excited and had to give myself the pep talk.  “He really is a sweetheart, just gets ahead of himself when he’s excited.”

“Hahaha, I can see that.  Do they really have a leash?”

“Oh that!  Technically yes, I gave it as a gag gift for their 5^th anniversary, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it got some use.”

“That’s funny.  I’m Jon by the way.” A 53 year old, about 6’2” with strong arms and hands.

“Hey Jon, I’m Dan, it’s nice to meet you, especially since we watched the game together.”

“Haha that’s true, I’ve enjoyed it, you?”

“I have.”  I gesture to the empty seat, “Do you mind if I sit?”

“Please, that would be great,” as he smiled the most beautifully sweet smile.

I was just about shaking with excitement, I could barely contain myself.  I rubbed my leg against his just to be close, and then apologized for bumping him.  He then said it was no problem and immediately rubbed his leg against mine.  OMG! I try to play it cool, but he can see past my wall.  We talked for a bit.  It was amazing.  Something so sweet and calming about him, I just wanted to curl up and listen to his voice for days.  And funny, he was hysterical, I couldn’t stop laughing!  Simply incredible, I looked at him, I wanted him, and almost at the point I needed him.  He then set his hand on my thigh; I smiled and quivered a little bit.  But then he gently dug his fingers into my thigh, I couldn’t believe it, he was tickling me!!!

“Hehehehehehe Jon that tickles!”

“Oh it does?  I’m sorry.” Smirking as he moved his hand away.  “Would you like to get out of here? Maybe grab a night cap at my house?”

“YES!” I almost blurted it out as he was asking, “I would like that.”

We tabbed out and we walked to the car, and of course, he got the door for me.  I couldn’t take it, I put my hands on his shoulders and he leaned in and kissed me.  Ugh, he was great at that too!  We finally get in the car.  As we are driving, I started getting in my head thinking, a beautiful, successful, witty, funny guy, why is he single?  Is he hiding something?  What is going on?  I said to myself, “Ok, just see where this goes, you can call a cab if you too.”  We get to his house, yet another piece of amazement, it too was beautiful.  Now I knew he was hiding something, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Come on down stairs, I have a full bar, you should check it out.”

“Wow, this is great, you host much here?” Had a pool table, full bar with stools, sports memorabilia decorating the walls, 76 in. flat screen, furniture, the works.

“Every now and then, nothing crazy, Labor day, Super bowl, things like that.  What’ll you have?

“I’m kind of in a wine mood, do you have anything sweet?”

“I have Moscato, will that work?  I’m not a big wine guy, but I keep some around just in case.”

“Yeah, that’s great, I’m not either, but it seems like the right choice for the occasion.”  Winking like I’m 16 again.

“Why don’t you have a seat on the couch and we can talk more, I’ll bring your drink over for you.”

I sit on the couch and a moment later he hands me my wine and sets the bottle on the table.  Jon retrieves his whisky neat and bottle and joins me on the couch.  We start talking and I am continuingly falling for him.  I lean over and kiss him again, my hand rubbing the inside of his thigh.  I sit back to look at his gorgeous smile then BLANK.

When I come to, it is pitch black.  I’m cold, naked, but with a blanket thrown over me.  I try to pull my arms down to no avail.  Freaking out trying to get loose, I realize that my arms and legs are bound!  My arms are cuffed to what I can only assume was a table, my feet were completely immobile!  I knew he was too good to be true!  What was this freak going to do to me?  I did my best to calm down, hoping this was just a sick joke.  Every now and then I try to get out, no luck.  After what seemed like forever, the door creeks open.  Out the door is the bar, I was moved sometime while blacked out.  Jon walks through the doorway wearing only pajama bottoms and what I assume are house shoes.  Though I’m super pissed, he still looks amazing!  Asshole.  But I know you catch more flies with honey.  He stands just inside the room with a big grin on his face.

I look at him, “WHAT THE FUCK?! LET ME GO YOU SHIT!”  Okay, so I didn’t have honey.  “WHAT DID I DO TO YOU?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS????”

He leans down next to me, brushes my hair with his hand, “Dan, sweetie, this is for you own good!”  Then kisses my forehead, ugh, his lips were still perfect.  Prick.

Jon flings the blanket off me and I finally see he has my arms cuffed to the top of a wooden table with removable slats, feet locked securely in a pair of sturdy wooden stocks.  Jon surveys my body and notices that even though I’m pissed, I’m still at half mast.  His grin grows as his hand slides down to my hips.

“I’m not going to lie, if the bar was any indication, I’m going to enjoy this A LOT!”

“What are you talking about?” with a puzzled look.

“Mmmmmmmm I’m talking about this!” His fingers start digging in my hip for a little bit.

“Hehehehhehehehahahhahaha STOP IT!!! What are you doing?!?!?!”

“Getting started sweetie!”

My eyes grew wider; this was going to be bad!  Leaving the door open for light, Jon grabbed a box of matches and began lighting candles around the room.  As he passes the other side of my body, the light shines onto a rolling tray elevated just high enough to tease the imagination without divulging any information to its contents and a rolling stool underneath.  When Jon passes by my cold bare feet, he rums his fingers up my soles.  I let out a giggle out of surprise, and yes, it tickled too.  As the last candle was lit, he blows out the match, gives a sadistic laugh, closes and latches the door shut.  There was no escaping this, I was at his will.

“Dan, why are your feet so cold?”

“Ummm I guess leaving me naked and sockless in a cold dark room might have something to do with it, Jon!”

“Fair enough, I help warm ‘em up for you, I’ll even give ‘em a rub.”

“Considering the situation, I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be nice, and it’s not like you got a choice!”

Fuck.  He was right; he walks to the tray and grabs a bottle.  He then grabs the stool and slides down to my helpless feet.  As I try to peak over the stocks, he starts squeezing the liquid into his hand, slowly raising the bottle into my line of sight.  Jon sets the bottle down, claps his hands together and spreads the liquid from palms to fingertips.  As he places his hands on the bottoms of my feet, he releases a sound of calmness, “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” Has the sweetest (ass) look of content as he spread the baby oil over my long, bare feet.  Wipes his on a towel he had hanging off the stocks.  Jon stands up and moves the stool to the side.  I hear something dragging across the floor and then a click.

“What are you doing?”

“Your feet are cold, so I thought I would warm ‘em up for you.  Don’t worry, it’s a great heater, they’ll be warm in no time!”

“No please, not my feet, please don’t burn my feet!”

“I’m not going to burn ‘em, I’m gonna to give ‘em a nice warm glaze!  You know, this will go a lot smoother if you didn’t argue with me every step of the way.”

“Not like I volunteered for this!”

“You got in my car, don’t worry, I’m going to let you go…eventually.  But until then, you are mine to do with as I please!”

The heat had gotten my feet nice and warm, but I knew it would just get worse.  He moves to the top of the table and cranks me tighter, not painfully, but taut.  Jon walks to the tray and thinks of what he wants to start with.  Jon picks up a feather duster and gives me a devilish smirk.  He then leans over the table, sets the oil next to me, and gives me another kiss.  The heat continues to assault my soles while his tongue massages mine.  Then I feel it.  As he was distracting me, Jon moved the feather duster and began gently teasing my cock and balls.

“Oooohhhhhh hehehehehehehehhehehehehehhehhehe no no no hehehehehehhehehehehehhe sttooopppp!”

“No, you’re enjoying it too much, you’re cock can’t lie!  And to tell the truth, so I am! TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehahahahahahahaha please please please hehehehehehehehehehehehehehhehehe”

Jon flutters the duster up my chest to my nipples torturing me slowly. 

“Hhehehehehehehehahhahahehehehe my hahahahahahhahahahah nipples are heheheheheheehhehehe sensitive hehehehehehehehehe and can you hahahahahahhahaehehhehehehehe please stop hahahhahahahahahahahaha the roasting hehehehehehehehehehhahahahahha please!”

After setting the feather duster down, I exhale in relief!  He grabs the oil and drips some on my now rock hard cock.  I can feel the drips come down onto my tip and slide down to my balls.  He comes down and begins sucking my nipples.

“Mmmmmmmmmm please stop mmmmmmmmmmmmm my feet.”

“What’s the matter now?” as he stops nibbling and strokes my face with his hand.

“Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh ow my feet are burning o wow o wow please I’ll do anything”

“That’s what you always say”

“Ow ow ow ow ow this is literally the first time his has happened!  PLEASE!”

“We’ll see, but I should rub this oil in before it settles and I need to drip more on you”

“PLEASE just move the heater! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH IT BURNS!”

“Ssshhhhh quiet now, you have at least another 2 hours before any damage is done, now to the oil!  Oh no, it started to dry, guess I should use more!”

Feet burning more and more with each passing second.  My toes wiggle trying to escape the hellish torture.  Sweating, I wiggle my body to try and get away without budging the stocks.  Jon pours oil all over my cock and ball until they are thoroughly covered.  He begins rubbing the oil onto my cock. It’s magical!  Jon rubs my cock and balls without skipping an inch and without ever removing his hand from my body.  His hands work his way down under my balls, Jon slips his finger in my ass, MY ASS!  I let out a surprising and satisfying “OOooohhhhh.”  It felt so good, I couldn’t believe I had missed it so.  Jon noticed my slight reaction to his “slip.”  He gave my cock another rub and stood from his seat.

“So you enjoyed that huh?  Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?”

“Oh nothing, don’t you worry about it.  Now, guess we should check on those feet of yours, think they’re done cooking? Haha”  He walks to the end of the table and stands there a moment.

“Would you please get the heater off my feet?! They’re burning like hell PLEASE!  I’LL DO ANYTHING JUST TURN IT OFF!”

“Guess I can do that for you…in a minute.”  Jon walks to the tray and grabs another tool.  He walks to my feet and turns off the heater.

“Thank you thank you thank you, so what can I do for you?”

“Oh we’ll get to that later.”  Grabs his stool and takes a seat at my feet.  Jon places his hand on my right foot, feels wonderful!  He then leans in and gives my hot foot a kiss.  Though I didn’t  want to admit it, his lips felt amazing on my soles.  Then shortly after the kiss, he says, “Ready?”

“No!  For what?!”  All of the sudden, I feel something smack against my left sole. “OOOWWWWW FUCK, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH”

Jon simply replied, “Spoon, now hush!”

He smacks my other sole, “AAAAAHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS A SPOON FOR?!?!?!”

“Just making sure you still have feeling in your soles.”

“You dick, you could have asked asshole.”

“Now there’s no need for name calling.”  He stands up and places the spoon back on the tray.  Jon then grabs a hairbrush with the balls on the end, he doesn’t bother hiding it.  He begins to rake my left sole with the brush while his fingers danced over my left sole.

“HAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHHEHEHEHEHE JON HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SSSSTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

He pauses.  “Hhhhhmmmmm, NO!” Then attacks my feet again.

“PLLEEEAAAASSSSSEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA JON HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA ILL DO HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE ANY HEHEHEHEHEHEHE ANYTHING!”

“Anything huh?”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAAHAHAHA PLEASE PLEASE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE”

“We’ll see.”

Jon was at my feet for what seemed to be an eternity.  I haven’t been tickled that much since freshman year.  It was so intensely amazing that I almost cried.  As I lay panting, Jon unlocks the stocks and pulls my feet from them.  I would have kicked had I not been exhausted.  He then walks to the head and grabs a pair of cuffs and rope.  He places a cuff around each ankle and lifts my legs straight up in the air.

“Keep these raised or I’ll keep you here another day, go along and it will be over soon.”

“Ok ok, ill keep ‘em up.”

“Mmmmmmmmmm good boy.”  He attaches the ropes to the cuffs and walks back to the top of the table.  I feel him pulling on the ropes to get them tight.  After anchoring my legs, he moves down and removes a few of the inserts.  Jon sits on the last insert on the end and swings his legs, he is now standing directly in front of me.  He grabs the oil once more and rubs a little on my feet.  I don’t know what was coming, but I was praying it would end quickly.  He pours the oil over my balls and ass.

“Ooopps, got some on ya, let me get it off.”  I feel his fingers begin tickling my asshole.

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE HAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHE YOU DOIN’ HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE?

“I spilled some and thought I’d clean it for you.”  He then stopped and bent over momentarily.  “I forget, are your feet ticklish?”  His fingers attack my oily soles

“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DICK HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEH YOU KNOW HAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH THEY ARE HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHEHEHEHEHEHE”

“Oh that’s right.  Yes they are.  How about this?”  Before I could react, I felt something slide into my ass.  Both hands were still on my feet, it had to be his cock!  This rock hard masterpiece was sliding in and out with increasing speed.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM JON HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HOHOHOHOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH”

“Yeah, I love ‘ANYTHING’, your ass feels great.”

All I could manage at this point were long moans and the occasional giggle, though they are few and far in between at this point.  His cock continues to thrust in my ass.  I can’t hold it in any longer.

“FFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh Ugh!”  I shot my load all over myself.

Not a minute later, Jon shouts, “I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING I’M CUUUUUUUMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”  He shot his wet sticky load in my ass, was wonderful.  “OOooooohhhhhhh that was amazing Dan!”

Jon removes his cock and pulls up his pjs.  He then hops out of the table and uncuffs my legs.  He leans down and gives me one of the most passionate kisses I have ever had.  We then smiled at each other and he uncuffed my wrists.  Jon helped me off the table, my legs unsteady about to give way.  WORTH IT!  He walks me up to his second floor and into his bedroom.  Laying on his bed was a set of towels, a tshirt, and a pair of sweat pants.  I take a long hot shower replaying my favorite moments in my head.  Unbelievable.

I walk down the stairs to find him, “Hey Jon, did you see my…oh sorry.”  He was in the kitchen on the phone.

“No you’re fine!  Here, I was talking about last night and he wanted to talk to you.”

Baffled, I grab the phone, “Hello, this is Dan, who’s this?”

“Dan, it’s Greg, have a good time?”

“Wha..how’d he get your…NO!  YOU SET ME UP?! HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM?”

“He’s a VP at work, I have a picture of the three of us in my from our Anniversary party last year, he saw you and started asking if you were single, what you liked, and what not.”

“You could have just told me, jerk.”

“This was more fun, and we didn’t want you to feel obligated because we set you up.”

“I should kill you! Ugh, luckily it turned out well.”

“Really well from what I hear, get some rest and call me Monday.  Max would say hi, but he’s still out.”

“Hhahahahaha ok, talk Monday, bye!”

We hung up, I look at Jon who is leaning on the back of his couch with a shit eating grin.

“You!”  I set the phone down and run at him, tackling him onto the “You’re lucky you’re so damn hot!”  And I gave him a long kiss.

That night, we ordered Chinese, watched awful TV, and cuddled.   Was heavenly.  I started dating and I moved in 2 months later.

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