The humiliating part was what the consequences of me submitting were. Look, as a straight guy, being forced to submit to a gay man by having my feet and balls tickled is a super humiliating feeling. Then, THE most humiliating thing happened. I was milked. That’s right. A gay man got to play with my helpless cock and forced me to cum. The way he stroked, tickled and teased my cock was so overwhelming, I had no choice but to surrender my cum. I will never forget that feeling of my cum shooting out with great intensity. I was broken and humiliated. Another humiliating thing? All of you reading that encounter ENJOYED my humiliation. You fellas are cruel.

When I got home as you recall, I got an email with a picture of my underwear and socks as trophies. I felt really embarrassed. There it was. A reminder of my submission. Then I got another email where another guy wanted to torment me and even take more of my precious cum. What is it about a gay guy wanting to take the cum of a straight guy? Why can’t you leave my cum where it is? Inside my ticklish balls. That’s where it belongs dammit!

I think I am crazy. For some reason, after the humiliation I experienced, I responded to this new guy. He told me it would be fun and the culmination of a fantasy of his. Tickling a straight guy like me and then milking me. The thought of having this encounter intrigued me. He talked about how he would force me to cum into a shot glass. But my pride was kicking in. I was forced to submit by being tickled. I wanted to prove I could resist! I wanted to prove I could endure the worst tickle torture that could be dished out! I had to resume my manhood and endure the tickling. I would not submit! My cum will NOT leave my balls. So, I decided to take him up on his offer. This time, I would not submit! Well, that was a big mistake on my part……

Once again I went over the hard limits. There would be no gay sex. That means no oral stimulation on my cock or ass. I will not touch your genitals. There will be no penetration in my ass. That is exit only, nothing enters. As long as you respect that wish, the rest of my ticklish body is all yours. If my cock got hard and you break me, you can touch, fondle, tickle, tease, edge, milk my cock. That is the extent of any sexual interaction. He agreed because he was just focused on tickling me and making me give up my cum. Why did I just shudder?

I remember getting to the hotel of where he was staying and being really nervous, yet confident. I had to prove to myself I would not submit. I would just endure the tickling. I even told my cock to stay flaccid. DO NOT get hard then we don’t have to worry about potentially losing any cum. Once again, I didn’t ejaculate for two weeks. So my cock and balls laughed at me because they really wanted release. This didn’t bode well. I made it to his room and I knocked. He opened the door with this huge shit eating grin and invited me in. I walked into what ended up being the room of my humiliation.

We chatted for a little and I glanced over and he had a massage table set up. There really was a hole in the middle of the table and I remembered what he wanted to do to me. A chill went through my spine as the conversation eventually turned to the session. He said how much he wanted to tickle my feet. He dreamed about it because it was his favorite spot to tickle. He described his plan to me and I knew I was doomed because my cock was stirring. He then invited me over to the table and I took a deep breath and went over to the table. I stripped my jeans and shirt off. I was now standing there in my underwear and socks, which is what he wanted to start with. I then laid down on the table on my belly. My cock area was now protruding in the hole. He then tied my ankles down, but left my wrists free. This way there is some kind of trust. He then looked under the table and saw where my cock was.

“Oh yeah…soon that cock of yours will be bulging and then it will be mine to play with!” he laughed.

The plan was simple. Tickle me and tickle me and tickle me and when my cock got hard, he was going to cut my underwear open, allowing my cock to helplessly protrude down so he can milk it later. I was wearing my old underwear so if it got cut, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal to me. He then placed a shot glass on a nightstand near my head. My eyes popped open as I saw the label on the glass! It read, “Curious Lee’s milk”. This can’t be happening! Then I tensed up as he slowly trickled his fingers down my exposed back. Oh man, this was already INTENSE!!! My back is horrifically ticklish and I was already squirming. He let his fingers slowly dribble in the small of my back and I was spasming on that table like I was getting shocked with electricity. I was already starting to beg for him to stop and he kept tickling.

“This is just the beginning! You are so doomed…” he chuckled.

He then started to squeeze my sides and I shrieked again! Oh man, I am feeling really really ticklish right now! He didn’t use a firm grip, his softer touch was driving me absolutely insane. He then leaned into my back and his fingers invaded my armpits. HELP ME!!! This was horrendous. I mean, this really tickled. My eyes were shut and I just kept laughing. This feeling was so damn intense. But what really concerned me was, my cock was stirring. I could feel it starting to expand in my underwear. I tried to focus to make it go soft, but when I am getting tickled, I have no control! I was begging and pleading for him to have mercy and he just kept laughing in my ear.

“Just look at that glass..look at that glass. Focus on it. Because today my friend, you are going to fill that glass!” he taunted.

No!!! I didn’t want to lose my cum today! I hate to fight this. Then he goosed my ribs and I giggled uncontrollably. What seemed like forever was only a few minutes and this tickling was overwhelming. My eyes looked at that shot glass and the fear of me filling it with my own juices got me worried. Not to mention my cock was getting harder and harder. The tickling finally stopped and I tried to catch my breath. “Mercy…..mercy…..” I just kept panting.

“You are so ticklish.. I love this. Let me check something…” he laughed. He then knelt down and looked under the table. “Oh yeah…let that cock of yours grow. Soon, it will be mine to play with. I bet you have a lot of cum to give me today….”

That was so wrong. His taunting was making me harder, and I knew he was right. I felt the hardness and it kept getting more stiff. Then I felt him gently pat my bulge and my cock started twitching. Then he stood up and started to lightly tickle my ass through my underwear. I squealed wildly as those fingers were devastating. My ass started wiggling wildly, trying to escape the fingers but it was no use. I am so ticklish on my ass cheeks, but when he lightly teased the crack, I howled. My ass cheeks clenched tightly, but would expand again when the fingers tickled the cheeks. He was having too much fun as I heard him laughing at my plight. He started to taunt me.

 “who has a ticklish ass? YOU DO!! Tickle tickle! Just wait till I get down to your feet…” he teased.

I forgot about my feet. I started to remember how much he would tell me that he would torment my poor feet. But right now all I could think about was this ruthless tickle on my ass cheeks, and then he tickled right where my ass meets my thighs. I just remember begging and pleading for him to stop. But he wouldn’t. I could hear him talking about my feet, but all I cared about was to stop this infernal ass tickling. Should I cry Uncle already? NO. I couldn’t! I had to hold on. But dammit, this tickling was so horrible. Then I squealed helplessly as I felt him reach his hand between my thighs and lightly tickle my balls through the underwear. This was a mean trick! I laughed heartily and now I was doomed. My dick was at full mast now. Then the ball tickling stopped and he once again got off of me and looked under the table.

“Oh yes….you are so hard right now. I can’t wait to tickle and milk that cock of yours..hehehehe” he chuckled.

I heard what he said and a chill went through my spine. He was right. If he didn’t stop tickling me, my poor cock would be his to milk. I started to beg him to not tickle me anymore and he asked if I gave up. Um, I couldn’t say that! I told him no, I am not giving up but please have mercy.

“I guess I will get to play with your feet…” he laughed.

Oh no….not my feet. Why does he want to play with them? I felt him down by my feet and he started to poke my sock covered soles. I knew I was in trouble because unlike my upperbody, my ankles were tied down. I gasped as he slowly peeled away my athletic ankle socks and he then walked past my head and dropped the socks next to that shot glass. Now I had to look at my empty socks knowing my barefeet are totally vulnerable. He then went over to his bag and reached inside. I had no idea what he was up to, but I knew it was not going to go well for me. I instinctively wiggled my toes, praying this would be over quick. Then I felt something being slipped onto my feet. It felt like socks?

“These sheer socks look nice on your feet…I think you will really enjoy them!” he told me.

Sheer socks on my feet? Now why would he…..OH NO!!!! My athletic socks still didn’t protect me from his tickling attempts so these sheer socks are going to be HOR-RI-BLE!!! Then I felt it. I felt a finger slowly and lightly stroking down from my heel, into my arch, off the ball of my foot, then across the undersides of my toes! My toes curled and he simply stroked lightly back up my sole again. Oh man, this was really ticklish! I didn’t scream in laughter, but my foot started to flail away. A light touch is actually the best way to tickle my feet (why am I telling y’all this?) and he figured that out. He lightly fluttered his fingers up and down my sole and it drove me freaking crazy. I started to plead for him to stop, but he didn’t. His fingertips focused on my arch and instep area and I couldn’t help but twitch. He held my toes to keep my foot still and he dribbled his fingers up and down my sole. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. I was falling apart.

“tickle tickle tickle….such ticklish feet…” he teased as his fingers never changed their rhythm.

I just wanted to be free of this! That light tickling sensation was driving me absolutely crazy. Oh, the feeling of his fingernail scratching the center of the ball of my foot was pretty brutal. He tickled my heel by circling his finger around the outline of my heel then across that skin. That sheer material acted like a tickle intensifier and now I had to start pleading with him. He was now teasing my instep. Shivers rocked my body from that attack. He held my foot still and there was no getting away from those evil fingers. I was whimpering and squirming and just hoping he would stop. Then he held the top of my foot and now he used his free fingers to tickle my toes. The sensation of the sheer material between my toes was pretty damn brutal. He wiggled each of my toes, teasing me.

“”Someone has ticklish toes doesn’t he?” he taunted.

Then I felt it. He traced his finger across the one spot that would drive me insane. My foot instantly jerked out of his hand and he let out a sound that let me know he found my worst spot! No, I am not telling you exactly where! You would use that against me!

“Oooooooh!!! What do we have here??” he cooed as he then stroked his finger across that spot.

I kept wriggling my foot with each stroke and then he just held my foot still and focused on that spot. I pleaded for him to NOT tickle that spot. It is too intense for me but apparently he didn’t care. He just kept poking and tickling there and now I was really in trouble. Then he stopped. Thank goodness. That was too much for me. I started to catch my breath again, then my body tensed up as I felt something rubbing along the sole of my foot! It wasn’t fingers, it was too strong for that. It felt like…..

“Let’s see how this foot likes my brush…” he taunted.

Wow. Just wow. He slowly ran the bristles of that brush along that sheer sock and just when I thought the feelings were too intense from fingers, this was a different level. I started begging immediately as that brush was killing me. I felt it doing circular motions in the center of my arch and I was losing it. The sheer amount of ticklish sensations ripping through my body was like I was being shocked with electricity. I was going to lose this battle. That damn brush kept circling and circling in my arch. Then he used the bristles on the spot by my toes which let me spasm like crazy. He was torturing me at this point. I don’t know how long it was, but it seemed like forever before he stopped. I was tapping the table, I was done for. I started to catch my breath then I felt him peeling that sheer sock off, exposing my poor bare sole.

“Time to have some fun with the bare foot…” he teased.

“No more….” Was all I could respond with. Then I felt my foot jerk as I felt him kiss my sole. I jerked again as he continued to kiss the bottom of my foot. My nerve endings were already on fire so feeling those lips on my sole was intense, but felt nice. Then I felt him lick my heel. His tongue slithered all over the heel and he even started to nibble my heel, which tickled. Then his tongue invaded my arch and even though it tickled, it still felt nice. I could feel the warmth and wetness on my sole and yes, this was better than him using that damn brush. My toes wiggled as he nibbled the ball of my foot and then he resumed his licking. You can already guess what the side effect was of this licking and nibbling. My cock was rock. Hard.

“mmmmm…this foot…slurp..slurp….tastes delicious” he moaned as he continued to lick my foot. “I bet these toes taste..slurp…wonderful…”

I couldn’t help it. I moaned as my big toe slipped inside his mouth. He started to suck hard on the digit and it felt incredible actually. His tongue was swirling around my toe which did tickle a little. He then consumed my other toes. The feeling was amazing as he suckled each of my toes before he went back to licking my sole. I then squealed a little as he tickled my foot with his fingers, touching the spot where he just licked. Then he continued to lick my toes and resumed his toe sucking.

“I am going to suck these toes… slurp… until they prune…” he slurped and smacked his lips.

I guess he was determined to do so. He sucked my poor toes for quite some time. I didn’t know how to react. His toe sucking made me helpless. I couldn’t help but giggle as he lightly ran his fingers across my other foot, still inside that sheer sock. But the toe sucking broke me down. I was paralyzed with pleasure and helpless as his tongue continued its path along my poor toes. I honestly think my toes were pruned at this point because a lot of time went by. Then he stopped.

“Oh yes..it is time. Your cock is mine.” He laughed.

He was right. I was done for sure. My foot felt really wet and I just laid there. I heard him reach inside his bag and judging by the sounds of things, he had some scissors.

“Time for some fun!” he laughed. He then walked over towards my head and grabbed the shot glass. He then looked me in the eyes. “Let’s see how much cum you have inside those balls of yours….”

“Come on man. Please don’t take my cum…..” I panted. “I-I got a date… later. I was saving it for her. Let her have it.” I begged.

“Well… Looks like she is not getting any of your cum today. Haha You are going to be pretty empty when I am done with you. I wish I could hear you explain why your balls are empty to her. Haha” he taunted. He then twirled two feathers between his fingers too. Two of them???

I groaned as I saw him leave my view and he then crawled under the table. I felt really helpless and vulnerable right now. Then I felt him fondle my cock through my underwear. Once again, my cock betrayed me by being extraordinarily hard and I knew there was a major tent in my underwear. I felt him then pull away the underwear material and then I heard it. I heard snips from the scissors and I felt the fabric loosening. Then I heard some tearing and then it happened. My hard cock popped free from my underwear and was now dangling and completely helpless. I heard him gasp.

“You have a very nice cock. I like this.” he told me as he then caressed my shaft, making it twitch.

I grunted and squirmed with each touch on my cock. I knew it was so hard right now and *very* responsive to touch right now. I started to think about my decision to not cum in two weeks. This only made my cock hungry to ejaculate. I felt the fingers drumming along the bottom of the shaft and then it teased the head. It was like being touched by pleasurable electricity. I really didn’t want him to milk me. I wanted to keep my load(s). I really felt vulnerable and humiliated right now because my cock really wanted to let go. Then he stopped touching me and let me linger there. I could feel my shaft throbbing right now. I could feel it twitching. Then I gasped as I felt something tickling my balls! It was that damn feather!

“I bet your balls are super ticklish right now. I think my feather will have some fun with them.” He teased.

This feeling was BRUTAL! I have told you folks that my balls are crazy ticklish. I completely fall apart when they are tickled and teased. This moment was no different. I started squirming and giggling as I could feel the feather’s fronds circling all around the helpless orbs in my sac and it drove me absolutely wild. The tip of the feather tickled that area between the nuts all over the sac. I lifted my hips to get away, but he grabbed my cock with one hand and continued his evil tickling of my precious nuts. I am sure I sounded pretty pathetic right now with my whimpering and giggles and now I was being held still so my genitals could receive their tickle punishment. Then he let go of my cock and now he started to feather the shaft. This was so intense my cock trembled with ticklish agony. He slowly stroked the feather on the underside of the shaft and teased the tip of the feather on the bottom of the shaft and that spot right by the head.

“Well look at that, someone is leaking pre-cum already hehehehehehe. It won’t be long before I get your milk.” He laughed.

I started to whimper as that feather continued its cruel path around my cock. Just think about it. You have this super ticklish cock and balls dangling in front of you and very responsive to a feather’s kiss. You see the cock twitching like crazy, pre-cum dripping and you hear pathetic ticklish giggles, pleading and moans. You have a straight guy’s cock totally under your control and know you will be taking his cum! You know there is nothing that poor straight guy can do about it either. Some woman will not be getting this boy juice today. He will surrender his cum to YOU! How would you feel? These thoughts went through my mind as he continued his feather torture.

I groaned again as now I felt both feathers sliding up and down my shaft on the sides. This drove me absolutely wild with lust. He then slid the two feathers on the top and underside of the cock and it throbbed more. Then he started to tickle the mushroom head with the feathers which made me grunt for mercy. I knew I must be leaking a lot of pre-cum and I could tell he noticed.

“Look at you drip. Oh yes, I bet there is so much cum inside those ticklish balls of yours.” He continued to tease.

These cruel feathers continued to torment my ticklish cock and he would double feather my balls to keep me alert. Cruel I tell you! Then the feathers stopped. I was on edge now. The feather tease made me so hard. He then softly gripped my trembling cock and started to stroke me. He did single direction strokes. His fist would start by my balls, then slide down the shaft and off the head then let go of the shaft and watched my cock twitch. Then he did it again. And again. And again. Dude! Stop teasing me like this!!! I felt him touching my slit, playing with the pre-cum and just making me go nuts. Then he had a firmer grip and started to edge me. His hand focused on the underside of the shaft, near the head and the other side of his fist under the lip of the mushroom head and applied slight pressure. Oh man, this was it. There was no turning back now.

“That’s right, give me your cum. Just let it go…” he teased.

I was moaning and I even tried to thrust my hips as he continued stroking me. I loudly groaned as he tickled my balls with his other hand, which made me harder. Then I thought I felt the rim of the glass touch my head.

“Time to give it up. Come on, you can do it. Give me that sweet milk.” He commanded.

I tried to hold back fellas. I really did. But his stroking was too powerful and I felt my juices boiling inside my balls. Humiliation washed over me as I could feel a tsunami of an orgasm building up in me. He was going to do it. He was going to make me cum and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. I curled my toes and my body tensed up and then it happened. I exploded in pure unadulterated pleasure and I felt my juices leave my cock in powerful squirt after squirt after squirt. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. That was one of those orgasms that shake you to your core. I then winced as I felt him scraping the lid of the glass around the head, as though he was scooping up all the cum he could.

“Wow! That was a NICE load you gave up! Here, take a look!” he laughed as he then got out of the table and showed me the glass.

Damn. That was a lot. I had that much in me? I heard him laughing. The kind of laugh you make when you conquer something. I felt humiliation and shame wash over me as once again, a gay man take cum from me. I felt my cock trembling and I then tried to get up off the table. I wanted to go home now.

“Where are you going?” he said as he gently pushed me back down to the table. “Oh no, I KNOW you got more inside those balls. I am taking every single drop!”

I wanted to leave. I just laid on the table feeling so weak, so vulnerable. Then I felt him pat my cock again and I was SUPER SENSITIVE right now. Then I yelped as he was by my other foot with the sheer sock still on! He started to tickle my foot and after I just came and I was really sensitive. I couldn’t help but twitch like crazy as I felt his fingers tickling my foot. I just laughed. My head on the table and I just laughed. My cock was swinging wildly, my legs were squirming and my ass wiggling. He was having way too much fun with me right now. Then I discovered his plan. He was making me hard again. I felt my cock starting to stiffen after minutes of this infernal foot tickling. He really was going to make me cum again!

“Let me taste this foot…” he teased then peeled off the sheer sock.

He tickled my bare foot for a bit, then he went back to licking and sucking that new foot. I just laid there fellas. I mean, what else could I do as his tongue ravished my foot and sucking on my toes. He was there for a while and I am sure my toes did prune from the sheer amount of time and wetness. Then he repeated his same evil procedure of stroking my cock, tickling my balls, teasing the head and then forcing another load from me. This second load felt even more powerful and intense and my body was wracked with pleasure and feeling of submission. He again used the rim of the glass to collect remnant cum dribbling out of my cock.

“You might as well moo like a cow because I am milking you like one..” he said.

Don’t ask me why, but I mooed at that point. I heard him laugh but I felt weak. He repeated his foot tickling and worshipping routine again, making me hard again. He took an hour of worshipping and tickling before taking a 3^rd load. I had no idea I would be able to cum 3 times. Did I have any cum left?

“Hmmm….not that much this time. I think you might have one more load, but maybe not. You barely had any in this last one. That was quick. Hahaha” he laughed.

This man just took all of my cum. He really got it all. I even felt him wipe my sensitive cock down, cleaning it from all the excess cum. I felt this burning sensation of shame rip through my body when he got back in front of me and showed me that shot glass. I didn’t fill it completely, but it was like 80-90% full? He took a lot. I felt like a barnyard animal actually. He patted me on the head and sat down in a chair and started to transfer the contents in the glass into a bottle.

“Yep, my collection only grows. This is a special one. This is straight boy cum. I even got a lot of your pre-cum. You sure are a dripper. I will cherish this one.” He boasted.

This dude actually will keep my cum as a trophy of sorts? How many men did he do this to? I was the first straight guy? I felt like a hunted animal at this point. I laid my head on the table again and just tried to recover. He was done with his tickle torture of me. He told me to rest and recover. He was nice about it. After a while, I got up off the table and stood there naked and wobbly. Head rush! The session was finally over. He did let me get dressed again, but he kept my underwear and my athletic socks. He said it will go to a trophy case that he has, along with that bottle of cum. I put my jeans on, and my shirt, then my shoes.

Some time passed as we chatted as I really needed to recover. It was finally time to go. He thanked me for such a great time and allowing me to help him fulfill a long time fantasy of his. He told me he hopes we can play again so he can drain my poor balls once again. I will have to think about that. Haha this guy was brutal.

I made it back home and then sat down at my desk, and checked out my email. I kept thinking about how I had to pleasure my woman later because she was not getting any of my juices later. She would be lucky to get a hard on as my dick was drained. I just went through a second tickle torture, ball draining experience and I saw more invitations. You guys must really want to get your hands on a straight guy. You must really want to torment my feet. You must really enjoy fondling, tickling, and teasing a very ticklish cock and super ticklish balls. You must really enjoy forcing someone to cum his brains out despite his reluctance to do so. I guess I am some kind of prize now. I saw another email, and it gave me deep chills. It was a gay couple that wanted to torment me! Two on one? I shudder at the thought. Then, I clicked on reply….. I have lost my mind.

(I love the feedback fellas! You guys are ruthless. I can only imagine what would happen if you actually did get to torment me. Oh sweet mercy… Please don’t tickle me. Please don’t milk me.)