Hello again! It has been a while since I have written to all of you.

If you recall any of my previous tales, then you know I am a straight male who has zero interest in any intercourse type relations with another man. I am just wired that way. However, what I do have is this very heavy interest in being tickled by a gay man. I want to feel that helplessness of being tickled into submission as another man has his way with my very ticklish body, and (don’t tell anyone) my very ticklish feet. There is just something about that feeling of helplessness that is such a thrill. If you read any of my previous stories, then you know how much torment (and fun!) I have with this scenario. Of course, the encounters I had with those men were quite brutal to me. Even though I do not want any gay sex (hard no. Very hard no. Not even a blowjob), or touch another man, I have let the gay man edge and milk me. That is just about the extent of sexual contact. Milk me dry if you want! Edge me, tickle me, drain my balls completely, but no blowjobs or my cock is not entering you either as well as your own cock is not entering me. As long as everyone follows those guidelines and cool with it, then my helpless, ticklish body is all yours!

Well, because I crave that kind of scenario, I discovered a play party in my local area. It was an all-male bondage play party. So, all fetishes could be explored and played with. I wondered if tickle scenes happen there. I emailed the host, and they told me that they do have those scenes and I am more than willing to come visit. I was so nervous! This was a different type of event. In my previous story, I did end up as a ticklish victim at a party in a hotel where I was completely overwhelmed and tickled senseless, and my poor balls were milked. I wondered if I would be tickled. Since this was not strictly a tickle party, would I even get to be involved. The party was held at a professional dungeon. I figured let me give it a shot and see what happens. Boy…..this was one hell of an experience. *shiver*

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and I made the trek to this party. I was nervous, yet excited at the same time. I was freshly shaved, so my entire body was smooth as I used baby oil to make my skin soft. When I arrived at the location, I paid the upfront fee of $20 USD and walked inside. It was a good scene as about 50 guys were at this party. Since it was a professional BDSM location, there were all kinds of scenes happening. Guys were tied up, some guys were getting flogged, some guys were doing some very interesting things sexually, but I have an open mind and to each their own. There were also a lot of guys casually walking around as well. I looked in the different rooms and looked like everyone was having a grand ol’ time. I got to see this “jail cell” room where there was a long bondage table, with stocks at the end of it. That looked very ominous! The lighting in the place was dim, so it seemed even more intense. I then walked into another room where they had a “spider web” type of rack and some guy was in the room by himself, only in his underwear. I smiled at him and then I looked at the rack. I heard the guy say something to me and I turned around. He had a huge grin on his face.

“So, what are you into? I can see you staring at that rack.” he asked.

“Well….” I started to respond sheepishly. I mean, who knows who a tickle guy is or not. There were so many other fetishes happening I wondered if this was someone who would tickle me. “….I am into being tickled. I am someone who is straight, but always had a fantasy of being tickled by a gay man.”

“Oh really? That sounds fun….” he said then raised an eyebrow.

I immediately got nervous as this guy started to have that “tickle predator” look. Uh-oh. “Yeah, I want to experience that helplessness. It is a lot of fun actually…” I told him.

“Well…how about you take off your shirt and face that rack?” he told me.

I gulped hard and looked at him in shock. I then just took my shirt off. I had no idea why I did it so easily, but I did. He then told me to face the rack and put my arms up in the air and hold onto the rack. I did that, so here I am facing this spider web rack, holding onto the “web” and my naked torso is exposed. I still had on my shoes, socks, and pants, but I still felt so helpless. Then I felt him poking my sides. Oh man!!! I nearly leaped out of the shoes when I felt that. I was sensitive!! He seemed to enjoy my responsiveness a lot!

“Ooooh!!! Got a really ticklish one! Hehehe” he laughed menacingly.

Oh man! This guy’s fingers continued to probe all over my back, my sides and ribs. I was dancing around in place and grunting like a madman as he continued to tickle me. He didn’t go for the aggressive tickling; he just continued to poke and squeeze my sides and even reached around and tickled my belly! This was starting to really drive me crazy, and my worst fear also happened! I felt my cock stirring. Oh no! When this happens, I get more sensitive, and I am praying this guy does not notice. My back is still facing him, and he is having a grand ol’ time making me squirm.

“Yeah….I love how ticklish you are….” he whispered.

I was now moving around like a puppet that got struck by lightning as her made his way to my armpits. I could feel his fingertips drumming in those hollows and I was losing it. My giggles were getting stronger, and I heard him laughing. I squirm a LOT! He was having his way with my ticklish body and let me tell you, I was falling apart. This guy had me and I wondered what was going to happen next. Then I felt a smack on my ass and heard him chuckle.

“I have to step away for a moment but thank you for letting me tickle you. That was fun!” he told me.

I breathed a sigh of relief as he stopped his tickling. I slowly turned around and shook his hand. He had this huge smile on his face, and I was already starting to sweat. I could see in his underwear how hard he was, and I was happy mine subsided. “Thank you for tickling me. That was fun. I guess I am also very fortunate.” I told him.

“Fortunate about what?” he asked.

“I am fortunate you didn’t get my feet or my balls. I would have really lost it!” I told him. I then saw this huge smile on his face, and he looked down at my shoes, then looked at my groin. Once he did that, he then looked at me again.

“Oh really? Well…. I guess you are fortunate. For now….. see you around and enjoy the party.” he said, then walked away.

I really was breathing a sigh of relief, but now my body was very sensitive. It was as though that was a warmup session to get me ready to be tickled tortured. I curled my toes inside the shoes and then took another deep breath. If he did get my feet, I was definitely doomed. I then walked out of the room and then walked around a bit, observing events that were taking place. Again, some of it I would never, ever participate in, but everyone seemed to be having a good time. I then made my way towards that jail cell room. It was dimly lit and surprisingly empty. I walked in and headed towards that stretching table, with the stocks at the foot of the table. The frame was made of wood and very smooth. I started to rub my hand on top of the stocks, imagining what it would be like to be trapped in there, very helpless and exposed. I shuddered a little thinking about that, then I started to touch the table itself. There was padding on it, and I let my hand run on it, imagining what a victim would feel in this situation. I made it to the top of the table and started to touch the ropes that were used to tie wrists. I could see the crank to stretch a victim out and I let my imagination run wild. The ropes were soft, and I continued to imagine this table in use.

“Like what you see?” a voice told me from behind.

I nearly jumped through the roof when I heard that voice behind me. I turned around and saw this guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. He was tall and lanky, wearing an orange cap, a blue shirt and jeans. He looked me up and down and why am I feeling nervous? “Yeah, I like this device. Looks really sturdy to hold someone down.” I told him.

“Yes it does. You want to tie someone down on it, or you are tied down?” he asked.

I suddenly felt nervous a little because when speaking with these guys, I had no idea if he was a Dom or a submissive. I didn’t know if he wanted to be tied down or for me to be tied down. I am not into tickling guys, so I figured I better tell him it was for me. “Yeah, it is for me. I am imagining myself strapped down in this thing.” I told him.

“Interesting….you have a scenario in mind?” He asked.

“As a matter of fact, I do. First, I want to let you know I am a straight guy, but I have this fantasy about being tickled by another guy. The way the guy would dominate me by tickling me all over my helpless body. So I am imagining being strapped down on this table, completely naked, and then someone tickling me all over. Driving me wild and out of my mind.” I told him. I could see a gleam in his eyes, and I wondered what he was thinking.

“Really? That sounds like a nice fantasy. So, you are straight, but wouldn’t mind being naked in front of a gay man?” he asked, with some wonderment in his voice.

“Actually, I am ok with that. Now, I will not let any man give me a blow job, nor will I touch them sexually whatsoever, but I am open to the idea of a gay man tickling with my cock and balls and even milking me. Just no oral sex on my cocks and balls. Oh, and zero anal play. Not good with that at all. But tickle me silly!” I told him. He seemed ok and I continued to talk about the fantasy. “I just shiver when I think about my clothes being taken off, and I am tied down. I think about what would happen to my helpless feet in those stocks!”

“Sounds like a detailed fantasy! Haha” he joked.

“Oh yeah! Then, I can imagine them having a foot fetish and worshipping my feet too. Sucking my toes, licking my feet, massaging them, the works! Hell, I am even open to them rubbing their cock on my feet and even cumming on them. But then….I also imagine what would happen if they tickle my balls! I would be in sheer ticklish agony! There would be nothing I could do but laugh and squirm. Then I can picture them milking my poor cock. Forcing my cum out of my balls. I am shivering just thinking about it. haha” I told him.

“That is pretty wild. Haha” he laughed.

“Yeah, that is my secret fantasy. To be tickled all over and then milked. So when I see that table, I just imagine that horror happening!” I tell him. I look over at the table again and imagine me being strapped down. It would be one wild fantasy.

“I like it. So, why don’t you take your shirt off?” he requested.

I turn around and look at him in shock. This guy has this huge smile on his face and looking at me like prey. I started to get nervous, and I could also feel the first stirrings of my cock. Uh oh. “Y-You want to tickle me?” I ask.

“Oh yeah, I would love to tickle that body of yours. So, take off your shirt.” he replied.

I felt extremely nervous as it looked like I was going to be tickled! Oh man, my heart was racing as I knew I was going to be put into that contraption and be completely helpless. I took off my shirt and now I was bare chested, and he continued to look at me up and down.

“Nice….now, why don’t you get onto the table and place your ankles into the holes of the stocks. I will take off your shoes and socks for you!” he said with a lot of excitement in his voice.

I nodded my head and then climbed onto the table. I gulped as I laid down on my back and placed my ankles where the stock holes were. He had already lifted the stocks up and now my ankles rested on the holes. I could see the glee on his face as he stared at the bottoms of my shoes. “Um, remember my hard limits.” I told him.

“Oh yeah, I know. But your feet are all mine….” he responded.

I felt him pull on the shoelace of my right shoe. The knot came undone, and my shoelaces were loose. He repeated the same action on the left shoe. He then stopped and came up towards my upperbody. I was resting on my elbows and could watch him unlacing my shoes. He gently pushed me onto my back, and he grabbed my wrists. Oh no! He was going to tie my wrists down. He lifted my arms over my head, and I felt my wrists being tied to the ropes. Once he was done, I heard the crank of the wheel, and my arms were getting tighter. He got them to a good length, and I could feel the stretch. I could feel how helpless I would be and had a mixture of nervousness and excitement. “Um, hehehe I am tied down pretty well.”

“Yep….now, let’s get those feet of yours and I will also have to get those pants off too….” he said with joy in his voice.

I swallowed hard as he threatened to strip me naked! I am now starting to wonder why I agreed to all of this as I am going to be completely naked and helpless! Do you know what that means? I will be unable to stop him from taking advantage of my ticklish body! I bet you like that idea, don’t you? Having me completely naked and helpless at your total mercy. Then I felt one shoe come off, and then the other. There is nothing scarier then having your shoes pulled off and you hear that thud of them hitting the concrete floor. Then I gasped as I felt him pulling down my pants! Oh no!!

“Hmmmmm….I like how your cock is hiding behind your underwear. I will be seeing it very soon. But for now, let’s get these pants off of you.” he said.

I could feel my pants leaving my legs and now I am so vulnerable. I am only wearing my underwear and my socks. I am already squirming and then I feel it. I can feel his fingertips at the rim of my underwear, and he doesn’t even do it slowly. In one quick pull, he yanked my underwear down, exposing my poor cock. My underwear was coming down my legs and he quickly got them off my feet and he tossed them over his shoulder. I felt really embarrassed right now as my manhood was completely exposed. I felt my cock stirring and it was twitching as the helpless feeling really settled in. Then I lifted my head as I heard the stocks closing! Now, I am trapped!

“You have a very beautiful cock. I like it…..Oh, I am really going to enjoy playing with you.” he said, the lust very heavy in his voice.

I start to struggle and squirm, which only made my cock flop around and then I hear the crank again. He was tightening my arms even more! He stretched me pretty good, and I was so trapped. I am completely exposed, and this guy wants to tickle me silly! I saw him smiling at me and then he headed towards my feet. I was already moving my feet around and I started to feel really sensitive. “Hey! Hehehe Um, where are you going?” I asked.

“You’re not naked yet. Time to remove these socks. Let’s see these feet of yours.” he told me.

I started to whimper as I felt the top of my ankle sock sliding off my heel and then up the length of the sole. I felt really nervous because my ticklish feet were about to be exposed. Then I felt the sock come off my toes and I closed my eyes. Just like when my cock was exposed, I felt really shy with my feet being exposed. Then I felt the other sock starting to come off and I started to softly plead. That sock came off my toes and now, I am completely naked. I am strapped down on this table, arms over my head and stretched, my ankles trapped in the stocks, with the bottoms of my feet clearly exposed, and my cock is flopping around in nervous anticipation. I am completely at your, I mean, his ticklish mercy and there is nothing I can do to avoid being tickled. “Please….please have mercy.” I softly beg.

“Oh yes, you look rather tempting like that. I wonder how you will react when I do….this?” he teased.

I started to squirm around as I felt his fingertips starting to drum in my exposed left armpit. Oh man, did that tickle! I started to giggle, which only seemed to motivate him even more. I could feel how strong his fingers were as they explored all around my helpless pit. I shaved my body earlier in the day, so I had no armpit hair, and no pubic hair. I was very smooth, and he was taking advantage of that. I started to squirm around as much as I could as the ticklish sensations started to overtake me. Then he put his other hand in my right armpit and now both were being tickled. This drove me wild!!! I started to beg and plead for mercy, but I got none.

“Hahaha someone is such a ticklish little toy! Are you ticklish here? Huh? Are you ticklish in these sweet pits of yours? That’s right, laugh for me….” he teased.

I continued to squirm around as the fingers were dancing all over the middle of my armpits. Can you imagine my helpless body just squirming around, as your fingers tickle me? This is driving me absolutely wild, and I am tied down. I can’t get away. I can’t even close my arms to protect that spot. Uh oh. Now I am realizing my cock is getting hard. I am so doomed.

“Ooooh!! Looks like someone is enjoying this tickling! Look how hard your cock is getting. Hehehe I bet it is ticklish too. Hmmmm….may have to check that out in a bit.” he threatened.

I wailed away as I heard that tickle threat to my cock. You have to understand, my cock and especially balls are really ticklish. I will go nuts if they are tickled. The realization of my helplessness on this table really started to sink in as how could I defend my cock? He could grab it, tickle it, tease it and *gulp* milk it and there is nothing I could do to stop him. This situation was getting more intense as I realized just how vulnerable I really am. Thankfully the armpit tickling stopped, and I took a deep breath. My entire body was very sensitive right now and I prayed it was over. “hehehehe you got me. Ok, you can let me go now.” I panted.

“Hahaha really? Oh no, there is still so much more of your ticklish body we have to play with! Like, how about your ribs?” he taunted.

I started to jerk my body around as I could feel him poking and prodding my ribs! With each poke, it was like getting hit with electricity! I was spasming and giggling as his fingers poked me. Then he dug in! I almost lost it completely as those ticklish sensations really tore into me. I started to twist my body around, but let’s be real, I was trapped, and I was doomed. I could feel those finger presses into my ribs, and I tried to imagine the sight of my body thrashing and my hard cock waggling in the air. My eyes were closed as I tried to absorb the ticklish feelings. I could hear him taunting me as he continued to tickle my ribs. I could feel him counting each rib and I even squealed! Yes, this is embarrassing.

“Hahaha I love your cute laughter right now. Such a ticklish little slave, aren’t you? I am going to really have my way with this ticklish body of yours and we still have some fun places to go! Just think, your feet are still down there and trapped. Waiting for me to come play with them. Should we play with your feet? Huh? I bet they taste good too.” he teased.

I shuddered at the thought of this tickling maniac at my poor feet. I tried to pull my feet free in a subconscious effort to protect them, but they were trapped in the stocks. This guy has tickle threatened my feet and my genitals, which were the most ticklish areas on me. This rib tickling was already driving me wild, but those areas would do me in. It is such a surreal feeling that something so devastating could turn me on so much. My cock was really hard and then I felt something wet on my belly and groin area. Uh oh……

“Look at all the pre-cum leaking out! You are just dripping it! I like that….” he said.

I felt so humiliated right now. I am such a leaker when it comes to pre-cum. If you recall my previous stories, I was given a cruel nickname because of it. They called me “Drippy” because of how much I leaked my pre-cum. Dammit. I prayed this guy didn’t call me that (and if YOU tickle me, then don’t call me that either!). Then the rib tickling stopped. I started to take deep breaths as I was trying my best to recover. Then I started to squirm as I felt my cock get grabbed with one of his hands and then he used the finger on his other hand to slowly circle the tip of my cock head. I could feel my pre-cum smearing on that helmet and I heard him chuckling.

“I like this. So much pre-cum you have here. I bet your balls are full of milk. I am going to enjoy milking these balls.” he said with lust in his voice.

“Please….please don’t milk my balls…” I pleaded.

“I am going to milk these balls, alright. I am going to get that sweet milk out of you. But first, I got a taste for some feet….” he said.

What? Oh no!!! This guy wants to go after my feet? I am trapped and helpless. My feet are locked in some stocks. I immediately started to wiggle my feet around in panic and all I heard was him chuckling. I look down towards my feet and I see him standing there. He has a smile on his face that resembles a kid getting a new toy. I am so nervous right now! Look, I think all of you know I have ticklish feet. I bet you are wanting to have your own turn at them. But right now I am trapped! Can I make you understand that I am in some serious ticklish trouble? I see him wiggling his fingers in the air and I am already squirming and shaking. I am already giggling, begging this guy not to tickle my feet. Then I feel a simple touch on my left sole and I am already spasming. Oh man, my feet are sensitive!! I made sure they are tender, and I am regretting that decision. Then I felt his fingertips lightly drumming up and down that sole and I am already in ticklish agony. I am begging him, but his finger speed only increases. I am trying to move my feet away, but trapped in stocks, there is only so much I can do. I then notice someone else comes into the room and they start to smile. I pray I am not going to have an audience.

“Looks like you have a ticklish one there…hehehe” the new guy laughed.

“Oh yeah! He is delightfully ticklish. He doesn’t laugh too hard but look at him squirming around. Haha He has some really ticklish feet.” the tickler said.

“Mind if I watch?” the new guy asked.

“Of course! Hell, if you want to join in, you can! I want to drive him out of his mind. Then, I am going to milk those balls and get a nice load out of him.” the tickler said.

What??? Two ticklers??? No! This can’t be! I saw the other guy approaching my sides and he poked my ribs. Oh that tickled!!! Then I felt fingers on both of my feet and the main tickler was really going after my feet. I could feel fingers attacking my arches and the balls of my feet, making me squirm around a lot. Then this other guy was playing with my ribs and now I had double the sensation! I am laughing and squirming and all they are doing is laughing at my plight. I close my eyes as the ticklish sensations start to overwhelm me. There is no mercy given as they got even more aggressive with their tickling. The most terrible thing for me is my cock was still very hard. Dammit.

“This guy is a lot of fun! Hahaha He is so ticklish!” the new guy laughed.

“Yeah he is. And look at his cock. See all that pre-cum? He likes this, so let’s make him like it even more!” the main tickler said as he continued fluttering his fingers up and down my feet.

I felt so humiliated at this point as they were ruthlessly tickling me and also looking at my hard cock. I could feel my pre-cum dripping on me and this was just embarrassing. Then I felt fingers in my toes and that really got me going. The other guy played with my armpits and stomach, and I was just losing it. I could hear their taunts about how ticklish I am and that they are never going to stop. I was begging and pleading for mercy, but there was none given. The guy at my feet really worked on them. I could feel his fingers on my toes, but also my insteps, arches and even the heels. It was like he knew how to play with feet. Then he found it! He found my spot!!! The one spot where I will break every single time. I cried out for mercy, and he noticed how I reacted. This only seemed to make him tickle that spot even more. What is that spot, you ask? I am NOT telling you! You will just have to discover it on your own!

“Look at him go!!! What’s the matter ticklish little boy? Does this spot drive you crazy? Hahahaha I am going to tickle it for hours!” the main tickler told me.

I begged and pleaded for mercy. Things didn’t get any better as the other guy at my ribs was now playing with my armpits. I could feel myself leaving my body as I was reaching that tickling nirvana. All I could feel was wave after ticklish wave flowing through me and then finally, they stopped! I took a few deep breaths, and they asked if I was ok. I nodded my head that I was, and that I just needed a small break. Wow, that tickling was getting intense. I opened my eyes and noticed that a few other guys came in. They were watching me get tormented. How do I always draw a crowd? Why do people want to see me suffer? Then I felt a pat on my cock, and I tensed up.

“He really does have a nice-looking cock. Those balls look really nice too….” the new guy said.

“Hahaha yeah they do. In due time I am going to drain them. Hey, let’s suck his toes. Let’s make that cock even harder.” the main tickler said.

“Ok! Let’s do it! I do have some taste for some ticklish toes!” the new guy said with excitement.

I watched in horror as the two guys were now at my feet. I felt so helpless as I felt them wrapped their hands around a foot and I saw their mouths opening up. They were going to suck on my toes! I am already sensitive, and my cock is in a raging hard on, and they want to suck my toes? To the guys reading this, please do not……oooooh damn…..please do not suck on my toes. You will make me weak and at your…..oooh mercy…..like what they are doing to me now. I could feel their warm mouths on my toes and the sensations tore right through me. On my left foot, the new guy was sucking on my index and middle toes. I could feel his tongue slipping in between those toes and the sucking sensation drove me crazy. Then on my right foot, the main tickler had my big toe in his mouth, and he was sucking it like there was no tomorrow. I heard his slurping and that drove me wild. I looked at my hard cock and could see it waggling in pleasure. I am so doomed.

“Since we can’t suck his dick, I am going to suck his toes like it is. mmmmmmmm” the main one said as he continued to ravish my toe.

I could see his head bobbing up and down and his eyes were closed. It was as though he was imagining sucking on my cock. Waves of pleasure coursed through me and then I started to giggle as the other guy was playfully nibbling at the base of my toes. I could feel how wet my toes were as they devoured them. Then I shivered as the new guy started to lick up and down the bottom of my left foot. I could hear him moan in pleasure and I knew he was really enjoying my foot. The main tickler feasted on my other toes and tried to put them all in his mouth. I looked over and saw the looks on the crowd’s faces. These guys were enjoying the show and adjusting their own cocks. I felt like prey that was being devoured. One guy approached the foot guys and tapped them on the shoulder.

“Can I have a turn too? His feet look delicious.” he asked.

“Go for it. I am going to tickle his balls. Haha” the main tickler said.

Wait, what? Some other guy is going to worship my feet and the first guy was going to tickle my balls? I immediately started to squirm and squeal as I saw him approaching my crotch. Look, I have some serious ticklish balls and I am completely trapped. I beg him not to tickle me there as it would be cruel! I wish I hadn’t told him earlier that it was a weak spot of mine and all I could see what this huge smile on his face. I BEGGED him to not tickle me there! Please, not my balls! Not my balls!

“Sounds like you have some really ticklish balls. Hehehe I like your balls. They look so nice and full of milk. Hmmmm… does this tickle?” he teased.

I felt a fingertip lightly graze my nutsack and I started to writhe violently in my bondage. Oh man, did that ever tickle!! With all the tickling and all the foot worshipping happening, my body was very sensitive and reactive right now. That simple touch on my precious nuts drove me wild. Then he kept doing it and I kept squirming and begging. What wasn’t helping was my hard cock was waggling in the air, exposing my balls completely and he just took his ticklish liberties there. Then I felt the new guy sucking and licking my right foot and then both feet started to get worked on. This was an incredible sensation to me. I was having both feet tickled, and worshipped, while my balls were being tickled. I could hear catcalls from the rest of the small crowd inside this room as they laughed at my plight.

“TICKLE THOSE BALLS!! TICKLE THEM GOOD!” someone shouted.

“MAKE HIM LOSE HIS MIND!!! GET THOSE FEET!” another shouted.

I continued to just laugh and squirm as I felt fingers and tongues ravishing my helpless feet and I felt fingers now tickling my balls and even on the perineum. Can you imagine a helpless, naked, ticklish man completely trapped and being tickled? His body squirming around from that agony and there was nothing he could do? That was me. Then I felt a finger slide up my hard shaft and that sent all kinds of arousal through me. The finger continued to tease the underside of my shaft and I squirmed. Then I felt the head of my cock getting grabbed and now my dick was being held still. That teasing continued and I was between laughing from the tickling of my feet and grunting from having my cock played with. I knew I was dripping a lot of pre-cum as I heard the crowd talk about it.

“Ok fellas, you keep working on his feet. I think it is time to take his load.” the main tickler said.

Oh no!! I was going to be milked! In front of all these guys! I felt so humiliated right now as I felt what appeared to be lube on my cock and now a soft hand wrapped around it. I could feel him pumping my cock and I was in danger of losing my cum. I couldn’t help but giggle as I felt tongues sliding between my toes and then even a few nibbles on the bottoms of my feet. But that constant pumping of my cock was breaking me down. Look, I don’t want to cum. Losing my seed to another man is the ultimate humiliation for me. I was desperately trying to resist, but this guy knew how to work on a cock. Trust me fellas, I was doing everything I could to avoid the urge to cum, but I was losing that battle.

“Give me your milk. I am going to take all of your milk. By the time we are done today, you will have empty balls. Hahaha” the main tickler threatened.

All of it? Empty my balls? No!!! I couldn’t let this happen, but I could hear the slopping sounds of my cock being stroked and I knew it was just a matter of time before I erupted. The worshipping of my feet really drove me wild and then I felt it. I could feel my balls tightening up and the urge to ejaculate grew really strong.

“Give it to me. Give me that sweet milk….” the guy teased.

Hearing him demand my cum broke me. I erupted really hard as my cum shot high into the air and poured out. Dammit! I lost the battle, and this guy made me cum! I heard a cheer from the crowd as they celebrated my eruption. I groaned in pleasure as all that buildup finally released. I felt my cock slap against my belly and heard the guys congratulating each other. How embarrassing is this? I slowly opened my eyes and saw handshakes and hi-fives everywhere. I was the entertainment and put on quite the show. Then I saw the main guy look at me and he asked me if I was ok. I nodded my head yes, and he laughed.

“Ok, let’s get you out of this and get you ready….” he told me.

Ready for what? I was already tormented and forced to cum. I felt my wrists getting free and my ankles. I was so tired at this point. Then I felt two guys lift me up from the table and started to carry me across the room. There was this bondage bench on the other side and then I was flipped over and then hunched over this bench. There was a small “seat” on the bench, so I am practically on my knees, hunched over the top of the bench, my ass kind of in the air. My cock was dangling down and I was so tired.

“Now, we can’t play with his ass, but we can at least enjoy his feet.” the main guy told the group. He remembered my HARD LIMIT as I do not want any anal play. I was grateful for that, but these guys were still going to take advantage of my feet. I felt my ankles being grabbed and now my soles were upturned in the air. I felt fingers tickling the soles of my feet and I started to squirm around. Now that I had an orgasm, my body was very sensitive, and they took advantage of that. I whimpered and begged for mercy, but they just kept going. I think they really do enjoy tickling my feet, then I felt a tongue sliding across my left sole. That sent shivers down my spine and oh no! I could feel my cock stirring again. These guys really wanted to drive me wild! Then I felt my toes getting sucked on both feet and my cock started to get harder. I could hear talking in the room, mainly from everyone making observations about my ticklish body. Then I felt the toes of my right foot stop being sucked and what I heard next scared me.

“Yeah, do that! Put your cock on his foot!” someone yelled.

What? Then I felt something on the bottom of my foot and felt it sliding up and down the sole. I realized that one of those foot ticklers was rubbing his cock on the bottom of my foot! Wow. These guys were really trying to embarrass me. I could feel how hard his cock was and I could feel his pre-cum as well. I heard him breathing harder and moving faster and I closed my eyes. I had a suspicion about what was going to happen next and yep, it happened. I felt a very warm, gooey substance splattering all over my foot. This dude just came on my foot!

“Wow, you shot a big load on his foot.” the main tickler said.

I heard a bunch of giggles and catcalls as I felt that substance on my foot. I could feel it dripping into my toes and I felt so humiliated. I felt some tickles on my other foot as they wanted to keep tickling me. I just started to giggle and whimper helplessly as my foot was tickled, and then they started to clean that mess off my right foot. I could hear their conversations and they were enjoying my helpless plight. All those laughs and catcalls furthered my embarrassment, and I heard a mixture of different conversations. Some were talking about how ticklish my feet are, or how ticklish my balls are. There were even conversations of them all gang tickling me at the same time, which got me really nervous. I was already tired and if they all tickled me, I would be completely powerless and would suffer so much ticklish agony. Then I thought I heard someone else enter and I could barely hear their conversation.

“You guys are tickling that dude, huh?” a guy said.

“Yeah, we just tickled the hell out of him. We got him really good. That one guy even shot his load on his foot. Haha” the main tickler laughed.

“Hey, did you guys milk a load from him?” the new guy said.

“Yeah, we got a nice big load from him. Haha his balls are also very ticklish, as well as his cock.” the main tickler said.

“Mind if I take a load?” the new guy said.

“Sure, we think he still has some milk in his balls.” the main tickler smiled.

I continued to whimper as my feet were tickled, and I could even feel some guys sucking on my toes. Fingers stroked up and down my soles, and I heard the slurping sounds as my toes were sucked. My guess was that there were several guys working on my feet, and I just kept laughing and squirming. My feet are so much more ticklish right now. Then I felt a pat on my back and a voice close to my left ear.

“Awwww……someone is getting tickled! Are you ok? Hehe” the new guy asked in a whisper.

“Yes…hehehehehe they are tickling me! They are tickling my hehehehe feet!” I giggled.

“Hahaha I can see. Ticklish feet are so much fun. I want to play with you too. I want something from you.” the new guy whispered.

“What do you hehehehe want from me?” I giggled.

“I am that same guy who tickled you earlier. I won’t tickle your feet, but I do remember you warned me about your balls….” the new guy whispered.

Oh no!!! It was the first guy who tickled me earlier! The same one that tickled my upperbody and thankfully did not tickle my feet or *gulp* my balls! Now he is back, and I am completely naked and vulnerable. I started to whimper and then I started to giggle again as I felt his fingers tickling my balls! “No! Not my hahahaha balls!!!” I squealed.

“Mmmmmmm I like these balls of yours. I will let them work on your feet, and I will get what I want from you.” the new guy told me.

He continued to tickle my balls and now I am really writhing around. My feet and my balls are being tickled, and my toes are still being sucked on. My cock was getting hard again and I was fearful of them completely destroying me. Then I felt his finger grazing up and down my cock, which only made me harder! My hardness was pointing downwards, and it was driving me crazy. “Please hehehe don’t do that! You’re teasing me! What do you want from me?” I giggled.

“What do I want from you? Hehehe funny you should ask. I want your milk…I want a nice big load.” the new guy said.

What? This guy wanted to milk me? My cock was so sensitive right now and also very hard. I was already milked earlier. No way did I want to be milked again! “You want my milk? I don’t have anymore. They already took it.” I whimpered.

“I heard. But I know these balls of yours still have some milk in them. I will take it out and drain your balls! I think all of us want you to have empty balls.” the new guy teased.

I really started to whimper helplessly as this guy kept teasing my cock, especially around the head. I was hard again and with those other guys playing with my feet, I knew I was in trouble. Then I felt him grabbing my cock and started to stroke me. Oh no!!! Not again! I was going to get milked and there was nothing I could do about it. It did feel incredible, but this was also very humiliating. I could feel my juices boiling in my balls again and I hoped it wouldn’t come out. “Please….don’t take my milk.” I whimpered.

“That’s right, give me that milk. I am going to put it in this cup, and I will take it home. A perfect prize! Milk from a straight man. Hehehe” the new guy taunted.

I was so embarrassed at this point. This guy wanted to take my cum as a prize. His stroking continued and I could start to feel that orgasm building up. I heard guys chanting to drain my balls. I heard guys talking about how they wanted to see a big load from me. I still could feel those tongues ravishing my toes and now on my soles. The pressure continued to build and as he stroked me, I heard this chant.

“STROKE! STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!” the crowd chanted.

You have no idea how humiliated I feel right now. I was done for. My balls were on fire as with the strokes, he would also tickle my balls a little. That was enough for my body to tense up and then it happened. I shot my second load!!! I could feel it spurting out of me as the pleasure filled my very soul. I have no idea how much I shot, but I could hear the guys cheering as they watched me cum. Then I winced as I could feel a cup’s edge scraping along the tip of my cock.

“Got to make sure we get all of it. hehehe Good boy….” the new guy said as he collected my juice.

After a few more scrapes, he let go of my cock. I just laid there as they all let me rest. I was just hunched over, completely tired and trying to recover. A few of them rubbed my back a little and thanked me for a good show. Yeah, sure. I just got tickled in front of everyone and forced to cum twice. I was finally picked up from that bench and carried over to that table. The guys all thanked me and said they had so much fun as they handed me back my clothes. Even the main tickler and the guy who collected my cum thanked me for the good time. I smiled as I started to recover. It was a good time overall. I finally put my clothes back on and wobbled a bit. I knew I was done for. They invited me to the next play party next month and to make sure I don’t ejaculate for at least two weeks before then. That way, they can get a lot of loads out of me, and they really wanted to tickle me silly. They wanted to truly drive me and crazy and empty my balls.

I left that party and made my way to my car. Wow, what a crazy time. My body was still tingling and I thought about what happened. It was fun, but man, was it ever exhausting and that feeling of humiliation was still there. What really scared me was that I planned to go back next month. My dick tingled at that thought. Haha I guess I am a glutton for tickle punishment!

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(Author’s note. Even though the story is overall fictional, it is based on real life events. There is a play party every month in the Southern California area and some of the story did actually happen to me. Who knows? Perhaps I might see one of you at these parties and it could be YOU tickling me silly and *gulp* draining my balls. Hehehe)