My Kinky Saturday Night
by Soul Tickler
We met online and clicked immediately, both being into feet.
I am 37 years old, managing director for a large company. I'm a worrier, a planner, an organizer, and those lead to usually being the one in control. When it comes to sex though, I like to submit, if I find the right person. Kyle was a tickler who loved tying people up. I hate getting tickled but that didn't stop me from continuing to chat with him. He seemed trustworthy enough and was so damn sexy that had me leaking every fucking time. I guess he knew how to read correctly the submissive side of me. He was self-assured yet so cool about it. I hate it when they fake. Kyle was 25 years old, a construction worker. His blond hair was cut short, almost shaven. He was handsome and fit alright, but in the way that a young sports guy looks fit, rather than a guy who spends time in gym. I have a thing for younger men. Kyle was apparently satisfied with my looks too, because we made plans to meet up.
I told my friends I was visiting my folks so no one would search for me. Saturday night, I rang his doorbell. Kyle answered the door wearing a tank top and cut-off shorts with a pair of flip-flops covering his big feet. He was tall, 6'4 I'd say. He had that all-knowing smirk on his face, and I stupidly smiled back at him. He said I could pile my clothes in the corner over there pointing to a chair, so I started stripping. Kyle checked I had shaved my pubes as ordered. Then he asked me to bend over until my fingertips touched the ground and gently pulled my butt cheeks apart so he could take a look at my clenching hole. I let out an audible moan as his index finger entered me. He finger-fucked my asshole stretching it enough for what was next. I felt something spread my sphincter muscles, until it popped inside.
He had me plugged!
There was a corner sofa in the living room. Kyle removed his tank top and sat there. He put his arms behind the head and stretched his legs on the coffee table. He had runner's legs, defined but not cut. His chest and arms were gaining definition but were still in progress. His abs were totally ripped, forming a nice six-pack. He casually adjusted his balls and spent a moment staring at me, sizing me up. He wiggled his toes and smiled wickedly.
"You like the view, boy? How about we start with something simple? I really need a foot rub. Kneel down there! Make my feet feel good!"
His confidence sent a shiver down my spine. Having him call me a boy was such an irony but I was too busy drooling over to care. Without taking his eyes off me, he kicked off his flip flops revealing those big bare feet. They were so damn beautiful, with high arches and long toes, perfectly tanned. I quickly reached for his left sole. I started rubbing it the best I could, enjoying the feeling of his soft flesh in my hands.
"That feels really good... Oh yeah, that's it..." Kyle praised me in that very soft, gentle, understanding voice. "You want to surrender to me, don't you boy? Yeah, you do..."
He lifted his foot and put his toes right under my nose. It radiated heat and smelled quite intense. I inhaled a deep breath that caused my cock to swing in the air. I wanted to taste it badly. It took me a minute but then I blurted it out.
"May I please lick your foot?" There, I said it, I thought to myself. Big deal.
"From bottom to top" he ordered with a stern tone.
I stuck out my tongue and he dragged his foot down my face. Then he forced his whole foot inside my mouth. I let out a muffled moan as his toes stretched my lips, keeping me quiet except for my slurping and sucking sounds. The show had Kyle laughing. It wasn't hard to figure out why I liked that kid so much. He was cocky, yet so cute at the same time. Making him feel good was all I wanted. I happily served those feet for quite some time. Not just lazy smooches. Heel biting, tonguing in between the toes, you name it, I did it.
Kyle unbuttoned his shorts and was playing with himself. I found myself at eye level with the biggest, thickest cock I had ever seen in person. His magnificent 8-inch beauty hit against his body reaching to his navel. I slowly crawled over and wrapped my hand around it. I took a deep breath in his bushy pubic hair. Kyle closed his eyes and let out a low groan as I wrapped my lips around his mushroom head and licked the oozing pee hole. His precum tasted nice. He placed both hands on the back of my head and pushed me down, sending the full length of his monster into my mouth. He began fucking my throat, as I tried my best to breathe, yet keeping a tight hold on his balls with one hand, pulling them down.
"Enough, boy! Let me show you the apartment" he suddenly pushed me away and stood up.
I looked up at him with what must have been pleading eyes. My cock was leaking. "Fuck! I've never been this turned on in my entire life!" I thought, not realizing I was talking out loud. Kyle gave me a little pat on the head and smiled at how quickly his control over me was growing. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, like a big bro hugs a little one, and moved me around. I was weak-kneed but managed to follow. The apartment was typical. The big surprise awaited me at the guest bedroom though. Trapped in a leather sleep sack, there was a man lying on the bed. He was blindfolded and gagged, with sound cancelling headphones over his ears and a dirty shoe tied to his face that he was sniffing calmly, unaware of our presence.
"What the hell! Who is this guy?" I asked shocked.
"His name is Eric. He's a regular. He comes over to play just like you did today".
I didn't like the correlation. I remained frozen starring at that man. His only flesh visable were his bare feet, so large and strong with perfectly formed toes. His big toes were tied together, so he couldn't protect his soles, putting one on top of the other. Kyle told me to sit and watch as he scratched his index finger making the man wiggle and laugh through the gag. Watching a total stranger struggle against his bonds really excited me. I found myself in a haze of lust and tried to jack off but Kyle said no way and slapped my hand away. He ordered me to my knees before those feet and told me to start liking, which I happily did. I grabbed both feet and held them tightly to my face, running my tongue all over. Kyle returned holding another leather sleep sack full of belts hanging loose, identical to the one that had the stranger trapped inside.
"Ready to be one of my boys, Brad?"
This is when you say no, if you can still think straight. I tried to protest but Kyle tenderly kissed my neck and I felt myself melting. Then he promptly grabbed my face and stuck his tongue down my throat. Damn this kid could kiss! He was so passionate and confident. A flood of trust filled me, and I said I'd give it a try. The bed was queen size so the two of us could share just fine. Kyle tied both sleep sacks together and to the bed frame passing red nylon rope through loops around. My arms were stuck at my sides. My legs were stuck together. I lightly squirmed but was unable to move. Next Kyle unzipped the sleep sacks at the crotch area and fished out two decent size cocks. My eyes were wide with fear as he stood over holding a hairbrush and a bottle of baby oil, and asked if I was ticklish. I tried to protest but he put up a finger to make a shhhh sound. He kneeled before me studying my feet.
"Those tender soles are in for a long night. Now, let's really have some fun!"
"Please Kyle..." was all I said.
He sat at the end of the bed and grabbed my bound feet, locking them under his arm as he applied the baby oil. "Koochie koochie kooo" he teased and scratched his nails up my soles with the quickest little moves. I tried to kick free, but Kyle's grip was like a vice. He lightly tickled the area where the heel meets the sole. "Does this tickle, boy?" Next, he tried my toes. They flexed like mad. He really dug his fingers making me erupt in laughter. "What's wrong? Are your tootsies too soft to take it, sweetie? Who would have thought you're that ticklish, right?"
He was an expert tickler and taunter. I already knew I'm extremely ticklish, and being tied up and helpless only made things worse. I struggled so hard I thought for a moment I could actually bust out the sleep sack. Fat chance! My head was thrashing back and forth. I was miserable, yet at the same time felt myself getting aroused. I kept laughing and struggling, not believing this was happening to me. I begged him over and over again to stop but Kyle could tell my expression of desperation mixed with pleasure.
"PLEEEEEEEEEESE!!! DON'T TICKLE MEEEE! Hee hee hee hee hee hee!!! I'm begging! NO MORE! NOOOOO!!! STOP IT!!! HA HA HA HA!!!!!"
"Your cock is raging, boy! Who are you kidding?" It was true. I was actually enjoying the scene. "I love your feet, boy! So ticklish! You're a keeper..."
"NOOO!! NOT THE BRUSH!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
He worked me slowly but expertly to the point that I lost track of time struggling wildly. Having that brush scrubbing my arches, almost made me pass out. I was laughing so hard I didn't notice the man next to me staring at me with absolute amusement. When was that blindfold even removed? I looked at him through watery eyes.
"Eric, this is Brad, your new tickle buddy". Eric nodded. He was still gagged so he couldn't talk. He was in his early 40s, if guessing right. His cock was standing up straight.
We kept staring at each other. I got a good 10-minute break as Kyle headed for Eric's large feet. Eric was ticklish alright, but nothing like me. Kyle tickled us together using two brushes at once. We both traded howls of laughter while our elections were bouncing in the air. That kid had turned two grown up men into his personal squirming and giggling little boys and there was nothing we could do about it but take what's coming.
Kyle pressed a button and I felt something poking my prostate. That plug up my butt turned out to be a vibrating one. He climbed to the bed and started jerking us off, bringing our cocks to full erection. Each time I felt like getting close, he would stop, letting my cock pulsate, demanding release. Before I'd go soft, he would give it another few more strokes. I was going nuts. Kyle placed his knees on either side of my head and smacked my face with his leaking monster. My tongue darted out. I was slurping like mad. He pushed inside my mouth and began gently fucking it. I felt him spasm just before he started shooting seven big spurts of cum into my waiting mouth which I happily gulped. I didn't miss the chance to lick his cockhead clean so I could taste him more.
"That's enough boy!" he said, obviously over-sensitive after his strong orgasm. "Tomorrow morning, I'm fucking your brains out. For now, get some rest".
He wouldn't leave me horny like this, would he? No way! I begged him to please let me cum too but he zipped my cock back in the sleep sack. Next he put a ball gag in my mouth and blindfolded me. I kept protesting the only way possible now, growling in frustration, but that didn't help me. Kyle finally covered my ears with sound cancelling headphones before leaving the room. I struggled to break free but only succeed in getting myself hotter in my cocoon and more exhausted. I lost track of time, no way to measure how long I'd been laying there. I ended up sleeping fitfully, awoken by frequent erections.
* * *
The sudden bright light hurt my eyes after being blindfolded all night. "Well, good morning sexy!" I heard a voice. That was Kyle talking. Eric was standing next to him. The bastard was in great shape. 6'2, 200 pounds, a bit heavier than me but all muscle. Nothing in his appearance would give away he was a sub. He had big strong legs and a bubble butt. Even after just completing a workout, my body doesn't look that well-defined. How did Kyle manage to subdue such a powerful male? Being a sub isn't about muscles, I know firsthand. They rolled me to my stomach and unzipped the sleep sack. Kyle forced me to his lap and produced 3 sharp slaps like a dad punishing his unruly son. He gave my butt a nice rub, then spanked it some more for no reason making me cry out. What the fuck is it with this kid? Next, he placed me on my back and lifted my legs up. Eric started eating my ass, getting my hole as slick as he could. "Get away, boy" Kyle barked at him.
I felt Kyle's mushroom head pushing against my hole. Holy shit that hurt. I moaned and had two fistfuls of sheet. I wanted it to be over with but yet I didn't. He was now all the way in. "Shhhhh... Relax babe... It will get better in a moment..."
Kyle got less aggressive and actually made love to me with my legs up over his shoulders while passionately kissing me. That big dick had me moaning like a bitch in heat. He let my legs down, grabbed my ankles and flipped me around, placing me on all fours. I could now watch myself getting fucked in a full-length wall mirror. That was so erotic. "Yeah! You fucking love this! I knew you would! I've taken down bigger dudes than both of you!" He kept pounding me hard and I could tell he was getting close. Eric was jerking off watching us. Myself I came just from getting fucked. Kyle put all he had to make sure he was balls deep and shot big time into my bowels, then pulled out and laughed obviously satisfied.
"That was nice! How about the two of you get a shower together, while I make breakfast?" he said, still breathing hard.
I felt Kyle's fresh cum leaking as I walked to the bathroom. The hot water felt nice on my spent body. I helped Eric rub his back and he rubbed mine. His muscles were so large and round. He said he visited the gym regularly because being 40 maintenance is important. Kyle kept him shaved down there too. His hands went to my ass and kneaded my cheeks pulling me closer. I opened my lips letting his warm tongue slide into my welcoming mouth.
"It was kinda nice to feel you next to me trying to move inside your sleep sack or squealing while getting tickled" he whispered to my ear.
"Are you happy serving Kyle?"
"Kyle is amazing. You'll see for yourself. We met six months ago, and I have been his foot bitch ever since. Tickling is the only thing I hate, but now you might be getting my place since you are so damn ticklish!"
"Enough with the chitchatting, boys" we heard Kyle calling us to the kitchen. The smell of eggs and toast got to us. We quickly dried ourselves and came out wrapped in towels. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I sat down at the table. Kyle started talking about Eric. He said Eric was one of those guys who assume themselves as straight until they find the right man. Turns out he was recently divorced and father of two boys. I guess he had suppressed his feelings for way too long inside that marriage and was trying to catch up with what he truly wished for (serving younger male feet, that is).
"He was very deeply in the closet until I ruined his hole, isn't that so, boy? You don't find such a nice fuck stud every day" Kyle said and slapped that bubble butt. Eric blushed.
Kyle asked me to clean the table once we were done eating. I immediately set to work. Meanwhile he brought out a big bowl of chocolate mousse from the fridge. He placed the bowl on the floor, then dipped his entire bare foot into it. I had to fight off jealousy watching Eric lick Kyle's yummy foot while I was doing the dishes. I nervously dried everything with a dish towel and looked at Kyle for approval that I was done. He seemed pleased.
"May I have some chocolate mousse too, sir?" What was I thinking calling that kid a sir? I sounded pathetic.
He dipped his other foot into the bowl, and I immediately knelt down and happily licked it heel to toes like a dog would. The mixture of chocolate and Kyle's salty sweat tasted pretty good. Sucking his big toe was the best part.
"I see potential in this newbie. What do you say, Eric? Why don't you two exchange phone numbers? You have a lot to teach our friend Brad".
Eric seemed to be a great guy. I was grateful to have him coach me. Kyle said he was so proud of us and kissed us both. Next week we would try some rope bondage. He had an impressive amount of nylon rope and described several ties and positions that would expose our most sensitive tickle spots. He schooled me on what it takes to make a person comfortable yet securely rope tied. His graphic language had me leaking. I couldn't wait to get hogtied by him. Naked Kyle's big dick dangled freely as he moved around. He switched on the TV to his favorite sports program and told us to get dressed and "get the fuck outta here!" Driving home, I glanced in the rear-view mirror and smiled recalling the last 12 hours. Eric says Kyle is the best thing that has happened to him (besides his two sons of course). He mentioned something about a fisting sling though, that had me worried. What have I put myself into? What is it about this kid?
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