Tonight was a very special night. And a bellowing excitement had been churning through both their bellies for many hours now. The other men who were walking near them towards the gay bar were anxious too. Though none of them were talking to each other.

Today was December 1. And most people in Castro knew what this day was. This was the third time the “special event” had been held in the district. It started in 2015 with an extremely unfortunate, but fortuitious event that changed so many lives and the reason why the two friends got out in the cold weather so late tonight.

In December 1, 2015, the Police was responding to a call of domestic violence at Kent street right at the heart of Castro. There were two partners who were engaged in a domestic violence. Drugs were probably involved making the suspects even more dangerous. Two policemen, officers Andy and officer Paul, had been greeted with a metal cup flying through the glass window near the door. Things escalated quickly and soon guns have been drawn. The officers took cover together right at a nearby pickup truck. It was definitely unfolding as a dramatic scene the neighborhood was not used to. The violent man inside the house came out with a handgun. The officers saw it. But only one of them had his weapon on his harness. He tried to load the bullet in his gun. But his shaking hand threw the cartrige down the underside of the pickup. Just out of reach.

The officers, who were novices in the job, felt their adrenalin increase and the semblance of panic set in. The man shot two rounds in the air before making his way to the front of the pickup in front of the unprepared cops. He aimed his weapon right at the chest of officer Andy. Who could only look back in shock. He was about to shoot when an anonymous man lunged forward towards him and tackled him to the ground.

It was a passerby who couldnt let the situation continue without intervening. He was acting on pure split second instinct. And being trained in combat, he did his best to wrestle the gun out of the suspect.

Two shots were heard, and the man finally got the gun off the assailant. The two officers lunged at the suspect and had him in handcuffs in a matter of seconds. They had the man finally secured.

The good samaritan however, was less fortunate, and he saw he had gunshots on his right abdomen and also his thigh. He couldnt feel it at first because of the adrenalin but when he saw his blood gushing out he collapsed on the pavement.

An hour and a half later the man was in a hospital bed attached to an inhaler. The two officers, and their cheif were beside the unexpected hero. The two men knew they owed their lives to him. And the chief was also immensely grateful.

The man’s name was Alden Gregory, and he was living alone with no family. His wound hit several veins too unlucky and his prospects were not good. He was still conscious but had to deal with internal bleeding. The officers were distraught that the person who saved them had to deal with several complications. Being men of honor they were used to sacrifices for the welfare of others but not the other way around.

Alden’s charts suddenly jumped and he felt himself start to gasp. He knew something serious was about to happen. He gestured for the police chief, which was sitting closest to him. And made a deathbed wish whispering in his ear.

The police chief looked extremely concerned but then his face became serious. Alden whispered slowly, but it seems the chief understood what he was saying. He paused. And thought for about 15 seconds. Before looking back at him and finally nodding his head. Alden brought his head back to the pillow and gave the slightest hint of a half smile before quietly losing consciousness. The medical practioners nearby quickly elbowed the officers away and started performing emergency procedures on the patient and performing CPR.

Alden had slipped into a Coma. His internal bleeding was worse than the doctors had anticipated and he had to be placed on life support. Just one day later, however, Alden’s complications multiplied and without any immediate relatives he didnt have anyone to consent for further intensive treatment. After being declared brain dead, the hero was allowed to quietly pass.

What Alden whispered into the chief’s ear, and his nod of approval. Was a split second idea in which Alden felt he could make an immediate and lasting impact at his very last moments. He had made a wish that at the anniversary of the day of the incident, every year, if the police could make one of their officers available for “tickle” at the Falcon in memory of him. Alden had been working at the Falcon as a manager prior to his passing and the club made its profits hosting unusual events. Alden himself having the same fetish. Fantasized multiple times about men in uniform. He felt that his sacrifice was an opportunity to make his distant fantasy a reality for others. And could bring the two communities together. In Alden’s own words to the chief “only tickle and nothing more.”

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Lenny and Jake approached the club at around 10 pm and there were already many people outside socializing. There were two police cars parked discreetly nearby but none of the officers could be visibly seen. This was the third time the two friends attended this special event. They had voted for “Trenton Mcgaller” on the inconspicuous online poll held several days ago. The men of the castro were allowed to choose lots from about 5 men the department discreetly offered to make available who were “physically able” to fulfill Alden’s wishes for this year.

Trenton was an unusual choice being 31 years old. The oldest of the five men the department offered to the community. Trenton was part italian part scottish descent. He had black hair and brown eyes. With very italian facial features. Many of the residents who were regular participants were struck with his stoic photograph. And were titillated to know more, and discover more with this very straight looking handsome man. As part of the community’s agreement with the department. The once in a year event was only allowed as long as the officer was only “tickled” and nothing more, in accordance to Alden’s wishes 3 years ago. Two police officers, who would not participate. Were regularly sent in the crowd to make sure this is strictly enforced. The officer who was chosen as the man to be “tickled” can only be stripped down to his boxers. And fondled on his body. But not touched sexually on his privates.

This definition though, could be stretched to wild proportions. For a man who was unfamiliar to being touched by another man, let alone several, could experience bliss on his body with just the right soft kisses, and playful licks, on his sensitive and ticklish spots. Almost all of the police officers who were sent to monitor the event since 2016, had raging hard erections watching their comrade worked over by 5-10 gay men at a time on the stage.

The crowd started to pile inside the club. The whole place was colored black and there were four main spotlights, mounted on the ceiling, all directed towards the elevated stage in front. The seating arrangement was a semi circle, in front of the stage, about 10 rows down, with each lower row higher than the one in front for a comfortable, and visible view for all. The audience area was intentionally covered by shadows. So that the person on the performance platform could not see any of the audience faces. The two officers asked to monitor the event stood, not sat, quietly and stoically. At the very last layer of seats. To the right. Both had their arms crossed in front of their chests and both were anxious and apprehensive at what they knew was going to unfold.

At the center of the stage, already strapped in the specially built chair, was a man with a stunning musculature. The very hunky 6’1” policeman. A father of two boys, married, and heterosexual with no previous gay experience, sat with his head down. In full police uniform, complete with a cap. Looking down at his legs. Both his arms were stretched high up, the “tickle” chair had a metal platform at the back forming a base from behind. His arms were tied by leather cuffs to the top of this base. And his back, still covered by his police shirt, was resting completely on the metal board.

He was sitting in a plush, and comfortable leather seat. His abdomen was strapped by a belt for safety. His legs, above his knees, his shins, also strapped. Rendering him totally immobile. His feet was placed in stocks, with his socked feet (the boots were already removed), facing the audience. His socks were wet, and sticking to his sexy, wide, very masculine size 12 feet. He had been on duty earlier that day. And so his wonderful feet delighted the gay spectators at the very front row, appreciating their beauty and the way his toes moved in anticipation.

There were two men on stage for the moment. And as soon as the large crowd got settled in, and quieted down, they started the program.

One of the hosts first delivered a speech thanking Alden Gregory. And his sacrifice. And said that, the event that will be held tonight was in honor of his selflessness 3 years ago. And that the purpose of this event, rather than exploitative, was to bring the police department closer with the civilian population. And that they were doing this as a form of bonding experience with the men in blue. The lucky, or unlucky man who is due to be pleasured this evening, had his head down the whole time. Trying to hide his face from the crowd.

Pretty soon exploratory pokes were being made to the side of Trenton’s shirt. It wasnt long before the audience were delighted with the sound of deep, very masculine giggles. Trenton was a tough guy, and never did anything kinky in his life, in spite of all the attention. But unfortunately for him, he was by his own biology, extremely ticklish and sensitive.

The one poking finger became two. Became four, soon four lustful hands were working on his sides and below his armpits while he was still in uniform. Trenton could not help but bring his face up, fighting the delicious laughters coming from deep within his stomach. His soles, wrapped in his sweaty dark blue police sheer socks, hypnotizing the audience in front.

The buttons started coming off. And his beautiful, naturally defined chest came into view. The hosts have stepped aside and allowed four VIP guest to have the first go at the helpless officer. their hands were inside the police uniform. Exploring, touching, and titillating the officers chest. Scratching his abdomen, and scraping joyfully at his sides. The mixture of laughter and ecstacy in the air is palpable. The walls echoed, and recorded, the wonderful evidence of what officer Trenton is forced to experience. According to the agreement, the tickling is not very well defined as long as it stays within the “body” of the officer. So the fingers can be as sexual as they want as long as the boxers stay on.

Several more minutes in and the police shirt is completely taken off. Officer Trenton is gasping. As two mouths lovingly attach themselves to either armpits. Bathing his sensitive, and hairy crevices with lustful kisses and licks. Both chests also had mouths attached to them. Pleasuring his nipples. Two hands, from two people, are at his sides, tickling his ribs. While somebody was licking his very sexy outtie navel.

The two officers watching now had hard ons. Deny it if they want, but the action on their helpless comrade, groaning in lust and ecstacy, is sending a tingle down their spine that they have never felt before in their lives.

There were at least 4 people in line per feet of Officer Trenton. The socks have now come off, after being worshipped for almost 20 minutes by multiple foot fetishists. His beautiful, flawless, sexy bare feet were now having their toes sucked. And the soles scratched, by two older gentlemen who appears practically carnivorous and ravenous at the golden opportunity in front of them.

Officer Trenton did his best to hide, to retreat inside his mind. But there was no escape. The hands, mouths, lips, and tongue assaulting his bound, vulnerable body was being forced upon him. He couldnt control his laughter and moans anymore. One of the sinister hosts had a high definition microphone held close to the officer’s left side of his mouth (the right side was being unresiprocatively kissed by one of the audience), to record his lustful groans and exciting laughter for the benefit of the group.

Many of the audience have now left their seats, and were forming lines to all sides of the officer’s bound body. Nobody was touching him in his boxers, but the licks, went daringly close with tongues wetting the upper part of his thighs, and kisses being made at the lower part of his abs, just above the garter. The poor officer has totally lost control with the assault on his body. There had been at least three cycle changes to the people working on his shirtless upper body. The guys whose turn was on his armpits were, as a couple, gently knawing on the tender flesh and pulling at his hairs with their teeth. And the guys at his chest were using their fingers to play with the nipples while the kisses moved to the side of the pec above the ribs.

The action on his feet grew more intense. The person tickling his bare soles now was someone officer Trenton would have recognized. If his eyes were not shut tight as tears stream down his cheeks. The person on his left feet desperately scratching his fingers to tickle was someone officer Trenton helped when he was stranded at the highway. The officer helped him get the car running for practially a full hour. In the dead of night, while the man fantasized over the sexy body all the while he helped him restart the car. Now was his only chance to be close and intimate to the man who had given him so many wet dreams since their encounter. He started to dart his tongue in between each coated toes of officer Trenton, making his screams a little bit louder at this new erotic sensation.

One of the men feasting on the officer’s bound body started biting gently at the officer’s thighs. To the side very close to his boxers. This was one of Trenton’s erogenous zones and his already semi hard cock grew significantly harder. Another guy noticed this and started licking the upper portion of the other thigh, making the officer soon fully erect.

Both the other two policemen who had previously found themselves in this situation had gotten hard, and both spurted impressive amounts of precum without anyone touching their cocks. What works best for officer Trenton is the playful and agressive licks on his body. Soon the laughters and half moans turned into full blown sexual grunts. As the assailants have shifted to lusty, and erotic pleasuring.

A couple vibrators have been yanked out of nowhere. And brought to several areas of the officer’s bound body. They were trying to make him cum, by tweaking and worrying his nipple nubs and by licking at his bare soles. They got the officer worked over to being close and then ticking hands suddenly appeared again at his armpits and his ribs. It was too late to go down the plateau and the officer was forced into a powerful climax experiencing intense tickling all over his body. The white boxer got totally wet and it was obvious to everyone what happened, though nobody touched his cock or even unbuttoned his boxers fly.

It had barely been an hour in and the night was still long. The officer brought to this ritual in 2017 and 2016 came 3 times and 2 times respectively. And both endured for 3 hours. Cameras circled Officer Trenton’s sweaty, heaving body as the group allowed him a couple minutes rest. He was given a drink of electrolytes through a straw as the old ticklers were replaced by other people in the audience.

In the ensuing commotion, at least seven people quietly took photos of his details on his police license yanked from his pocket, several were able to type down his full name from receipts in his wallet (The name of the officer was not fully disclosed when the selection was made available), and many more got his address.

Its very common for officers who are put in this situation to receive flowers, gifts, from the men who were able to experience him on this wonderful event. The past 2 officers got many gifts and letters of appreciation which they either ignored or kept. Officer Trenton was likely to experience the same treatment especially now that one of the worshippers positively fell in love with him, a certain Jake Smith. While worshipping his bare feet. And have decided to attempt to contact this handsome officer later for personal offers. But it will be a while before Trenton musters the energy to worry about anything in his future as he started a new round of racous laughter as hands returned to fondling and tickling his very sweaty and very vulnerable body.

To be continued....