Blake Hadn't Been Happy for Months
by Soul Tickler
Blake hadn't been happy for months.
I knew about his fights with Emma, so when I saw him at my door holding a suitcase, it didn't get me by surprise. He stepped inside, gazing at the expansive view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment, before he made himself comfortable on the corner sofa. I fetched him a beer and we small talked a bit. He said he was short on money having to pay rent and the loan installments for his new motorcycle. Emma had called him an "irresponsible asshole" for spending so much, which might be true, but still it hurt his ego. Buying that motorcycle was a bad idea after all, he admitted. I offered to help. "No way, man!" he said but his eyes sparkled to my offer. He finally promised to repay me as soon as possible.
Blake and I grew up together. He had been my secret high school crush. We lost contact when I left for studies and started hanging out again only recently. He was caught off-guard the day I told him I'm into men, but he seemed cool about it. I even showed him my second bedroom, which I've turned into a playroom, with an X-shape metal table bolted to the ground and soundproof walls. "You kinky motherfucker!" was his amazed reaction.
The discussion turned to sex. Blake said he was jealous of me living my life. He'd love to have a playroom like mine and try new things with a girl. Too bad for him, Emma wasn't into anything kinky. She was acting way over her age in everything. They were still in their twenties, damn it!
"What do you do to the guys you tie down?" Blake asked hesitantly.
"I tickle them! Wanna try?"
"Me??? No way, man! Don't get any ideas!"
I told Blake it's only fair, since I'd pay for his motorcycle, to have something in return, and to my surprise he started thinking about it. It might've been the alcohol talking, or my straight friend had sexual fantasies he kept hidden. I made him undress before he even realised it.
Blake is 27 yo, 6'4, 220 lbs, a smooth muscular guy with several tats. His cock bounced semi-hard once he pulled the tight white boxers down, an impressively large piece of meat that couldn't go unnoticed. I grabbed his damp socks and took a big whiff. That sweaty, hormone-rich odor filled my lungs, driving me wild. We both laughed knowingly. I sniffed his boxers too and the mixture was intoxicating: sweat, urine, precum. He sat his white bubble butt on the table waiting until I returned holding some leather straps. Thankfully he was brave enough not to back off. Blake stared at the ceiling as I strapped down his wrists and elbows, his thighs, knees and ankles. He tried to move, but the bonds held him immobile. "OK, buddy, that's quite enough", he said trying to remain calm. I added straps around his chest and waist, firmly fixing him to the table.
"What's the matter? Don't you trust your childhood friend?"
I had plenty of well built men tied down before, but he was the biggest and most tough-looking of all. Oh, the sheer size of him! Those huge feet! Strong, yet super soft, with nice round heels, perfect for nibbling, and long, well-formed toes which I'd later suck one by one. Blake had never been tickled, being so strong, noone ever dared try it, so he just didn't know what to expect. He shot a worried glance and inhaled deeply as I approached him wiggling my fingers.
His stomach was hard and defined. I tested his navel and moved to his rib cage, starting at the lowest ribs and going up. I alternated my technique from hard, stiff pressure to light strokes with just the tip of my fingers, hardly touching the skin, and had Blake giggling in a higher-pitched voice I had never heard out of him before. He was far more ticklish than I could have hoped for. His laughter into the otherwise silent room was sweet music to my ears. I got the idea to trim and shave his nicely stretched out hairy armpits, revealing new, white, supersensitive skin to the world. Blake sighed in desperation. He thrashed and tried to get his arms down to protect himself but to no avail. His whole body was incredibly tense. He let out a scream as he felt my fingers scratching his freshly shaved pits. He laughed and squealed and pleaded for me to stop, but this only encouraged me to keep going.
"Ha ha ha! Please, buddy! HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
"We're just getting started" I said, an evil grin on my face. I could keep this up all night. He really went nuts when I worked on his inner thighs and under his balls, laughing uncontrollably, yet at the same time getting excited.
The X-table ended to stocks where I placed his feet and tied the toes with little cords. Pulling up a chair and getting comfortable, I used my nails to trace random patterns around the heel, then to the instep and the high arch, then to the ball of his foot. Blake's reaction was immediate. He tried desperately to shake his foot loose and his toes curled in a futile effort to protect the streched sole. His laughs peaked at an agonized howl when I used a metal fork at the base of the toes. He said I should untie him right away or else he would piss himself. I looked for an empty plastic bottle and had him pee in there instead. My boy filled the bottle obediently with me holding his dick straight.
I wasn't done with him yet. Blake watched wide-eyed with terror as I approached him twirling a hair brush. He gritted his teeth, even though we both knew he would eventually surrender to the sensation. Everyday people think a hair brush is just for the hair but it's also an amazing tickling tool. Using my fingers on him was more satisfying for me, but those stiff bristles gave the best reaction by far. His laugh became deeper and throatier, more drawn out.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! I can't stand it... Please... STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!."
Thank god the playroom was soundproof or else the whole neighborhood would have heard Blake screaming his lungs out. Tears of frustration were rolling down his cheeks that he tried to blink away. He was ashamed to appear so weak but couldn't help it. Next I covered his feet in baby oil and used two hair brushes on both at once. It was a breaking point. He started crying like a baby. I believe he would go insane if l kept torturing him a minute more.
"Do you want me to stop?" Blake nodded, he couldn't even get a word out. "But you seem to enjoy yourself". He knew exactly what I was talking about. His dick was rock hard and dripping precum. Was he having a good time afterall?
I gave his dick a loving lick from the root to the mushroom head and sucked his slightly hairy balls, before I guided that stiff erection into the plastic clear tube of my milking machine. The tube immediately swallowed his shaft and started its mechanical sucking job. Blake was covered in sweat, looking utterly disoriented and defeated, but little moans escaped his mouth nevertheless. His pleas to stay away from his butt didn't sound convincing either. I told him I'd be gentle, to just relax and push out like he was going to defecate, then inserted my lubed bullet up his pinky virgin asshole. Blake groaned loudly as my toy started vibrating, poking and prodding his prostate, causing my friend to "ooo" and "ahh".
Blake found out first hand those calling the prostate the male G-spot are 100% right. Five minutes was all he lasted. I was at his feet, sucking his toes eagerly, when he squirted a large river of cum into the waiting tube. He was exhausted and shaky as I helped him up off the X-table. He mumbled something about getting back at me, then crushed to the couch. I covered him with a blanket and went to the bathroom. By the time I returned, Blake was sleeping soundly, with a contented little smile on his face. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed my phone and snapped a few pics of his wide 14's sticking out of the blanket, then licked them some more.
In the morning, Blake was still absorbing the experience. He was eating his breakfast in silence like he was trying to make a decision. I was afraid our friendship might end after last night's events. Sucking his dick, I admit, was too much of me. I looked him in the eyes waiting for a sign.
"Yesterday was amazing" he finally said smiling. "That was the most intense orgasm I ever had, like a volcano erupting, I kept cumming and cumming... I mean... I'm still straight, you know that, right?"
"Never thought otherwise".
Blake felt better once we made that clear. Things were going from bad to worse with his life. Lately he had panic attacks, some sudden racing heartbeats, shortness of breath and dizziness. He tried pills, but they were affecting his orgasms. He said getting tickled made him feel alive again after months and actually thanked me for that. My pleasure, buddy! The key word, he said, was trust. He would never let anyone else tie him down, let alone play with his hole.
"So will you let me tickle you again?"
"Honestly? Hell yeah! Will you stick that toy up my butt too?" he asked and smiled happily. We finished our breakfast and headed to the playroom. My sex toys extracted a fresh load out of him before he had to leave for work. He rushed naked to the shower. He should have been on his way already.
Blake is a delivery guy, which he hates. Roads full of traffic. Poor tips. Customers complaining. When his shift was over, I had dinner ready and gave his tired feet a long massage. I put his dirty white socks in my lap, while he was telling me about an order on the 11th floor. The lift wasn't working and the old lady couldn't come down, so he had to climb the stairs. He started wiggling his sweaty toes while talking. There were expanses at the ball and heel where the pinkness showed through the fabric.
Next Blake caugh me off-guard, ordering me to lay on the floor, which I did. He put his socked feet all over my face, moving them as if wiping on a doormat. He squeezed my nose with his toes and burst out laughing like a little kid. I took off his socks and tongue-cleaned every inch, while he was watching sports on the TV, ignoring me, occasionally delivering a slap or a punch to made sure I knew my place. I heard myself begging him for more. Fully erect by now, I tried to touch myself but Blake kicked my hand away.
"You fucking fag! You really love this, don't you?" he said playfully. I nodded smiling and planted a grateful kiss on the sole of each foot. Blake petted me on the head. "I know you do, boy... Mmm yeah, nice and salty... Don't miss a spot!"
I was seduced by that sexy baritone voice. He was too damn good at dirty talking. I admit I started dreaming of my life with Blake, taking care of him, listening to his stories after work, having his stuff thrown here and there in my minimalist "less is more" design apartment, secretly reaching into his gym bag for athletic socks and piss-stained jockstraps. Until one day Emma sent a message saying she missed him, so Blake packed up and left. We still play from time to time though. Emma is now pregnant and they abstain from sex, leaving my boy unsatisfied, so he comes to me horny as hell and I'm always willing to help a friend in need.
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