This is My Life Now
by Soul Tickler
Being 42 years old, father of two boys, ages 18 and 15, I felt I had done my duty to the society as a white straight male.
It was time to ask my wife for a divorce. Truth is I've always been into men. Before getting married, I did experiment with some, had a couple of mutual handjobs, but didn't go any further. My biggest thing was to serve male feet. I had such fantasies since puberty, spying at my schoolmates’ feet, then go home and jerk off, yet I chose to consider myself straight and put those aside and got married very young. That didn't stop me from still checking male feet every chance I got, especially during summer, all those sexy men walking around in flip-flops and slides. Living by myself again, without any obligations, except work and sending money to my ex for the boys, I joined a gym to get back in shape. I'm tall at 6'1, 210 pds, quite fit for my age, big arms, big chest, but lately with a beer belly getting bigger. Talking to guys online, I came across Tyler. The profile seemed interesting and the header was hard to pass: "Looking for a foot servant". Feet were very high on my "to do" list. I texted him and he texted back.
This Tyler was something! So damn cocky! 6'3, 190 pds, only 31 years old, yet he quickly had me as submissive as one can be with his dirty talking about his size 14's. He wouldn't worship mine, he was clear on that, and honestly, I didn't mind at all, but was hesitant about what "dominating me" might involve.
"Nothing you won't like, I promise," he said. We stuck to that. Two weeks later we ended up making plans to meet up. The day before, I had my feet pedicured, as ordered. He lived in a big house in the woods. No neighbours around. "If I scream for help, no one will hear me" I thought, so I quickly rang the bell before I change my mind. Tyler opened with a glass of whiskey in hand. His piercing green eyes locked onto mine. "What have we got here?" he asked with a grin on his face. His jawline was sharp and clean-shaven. He was wearing tank top, shorts and flip-flops. I tried hard not to stare at his big feet: tan tops, long toes, high arches. He wrapped his arm around me confidently, walking me inside. I could tell getting involved with him, I would end up losing all control, still it was too late now to back down. He closed the door behind me. "Shoes off."
The space opened into a high-ceiling loft: exposed brick, polished concrete floors, industrial pendant lights, a black leather sectional sofa with recliner before a 75" 8K TV on the wall. Tyler was the typical hard-working, strong-willed man, with a big house, driving the latest car model, a top-rate taxpayer who thinks he's making the rest of us a favor. He provided me a quick tour of the house, then led me to the basement.
My eyes must had gone wide when the lights were turned on and several pieces of expensive bondage equipment came into view: a king-size bed complete with straps, a sex sling hanging from the ceiling, a tickling chair, an x-shaped cross, a spanking bench, plus an impressive amount of sex toys I couldn't always tell how they worked exactly. I noticed some discipline paddles in different sizes hanging on the concrete wall, the biggest being two feet long, a wooden one with holes. There was also a large hook attached to a pulley in the ceiling that was obviously used to stretch people out. I pictured myself hanging from that hook, standing on my tippy toes. In one corner there was a metal cage big enough to fit a man of my size.
"This is my playroom. Like what you see, boy?"
"Have you brought a lot of guys down here?" I asked him. Tyler took a sip of his whisky. Then he nodded yes smiling.
I felt my knees go weak. Images flashed unbidden making me dizzy. Men being tied down naked. Men laughing. Men begging. Men treated like boys. Men treated like animals. Men with tearing eyes. Men with bright cherry-red bottoms. Men shooting their loads. Men denied orgasm. Men with wives and kids waiting at home.
"And they... like it?"
"Like it? It's more than this. They CRAVE it. Some even cry on my shoulder when the session is over and they have to go back to their real lives. That's the married ones. The so-called straight. Kinky motherfuckers... I had this married guy who loved to drink my piss. He wouldn't let a drop go to waste. What a fag! It was fun though. By this I'm not implying you have to drink my piss too. Unless you want to, of course..."
This was too much. I said: "No way I'm drinking piss, dude. I'm only here for the feet".
"Fair enough. But I'm no dude to you. You call me SIR. Forget it and you'll earn yourself a spanking at the bench over there, am I clear? Now strip. Everything off".
I tried to set some rules first, but Tyler wasn't having any of it. I folded each piece of clothing aside, then used both hands to hide my excitement. Tyler circled me checking my dad body, then I felt his hands cup my ass and squeeze it. "Lean forward". He sounded so dominant. I felt helpless, but at the same time, I was incredibly turned on.
He grabbed my ass-cheeks, pulling them apart. "That tight virgin asshole is crying for my dick, I am right? Not tonight, but it's gonna happen eventually". Oh god... Next he moved my hands away from my cock. "Being hard for your Sir is nothing to be ashamed of" he said. I couldn't help but moan as he reached between my legs and boldly grabbed my hardon. "You're already leaking" he observed smiling. He had such a cute smile. "I say you were made for this, boy. You just didn't know until you met me".
In the center of the room stood the tickling chair. Its framing looked like solid oak, a heavy piece of furniture. He had me sit there. I was literally shaking with fear as I swung my legs into the ankle frames. We never agreed on him tickling me. I got worried this was his true intention all along. He lowered the top of the stocks and snapped the clip shut, locking the padlock, then he used cords to tie my toes, stretching my soles. His moves were smooth like he had done this a million times. Before I could react, he bound my wrists in place. I watched in awe as wide straps were passed across my waist and thighs, pinning me firmly down. I tried to move. Not happening. Tyler stood back and admired his work.
He walked around with his drink in hand to the foot of the tickling chair where he sat down and studied my feet up close. He seemed transfixed.
“Those are some really wide soles, yet soft looking. Too soft I'd say for a man in his forties. Lucky me..." He finished his drink in one long gulp. "What do you say we tickle them all night long?"
He ran a nail over my arch. I was highly sensitized and squirmed at his touch. His fingers danced from left to right foot, quick and light at first, then steady and probing. I really tried to break free but was no match for these bonds keeping me in place. When his fingers really dug in, it was gave over. Every atom in my body was telling me to pull my feet away, but I couldn't. I knew I was ticklish but had only been tickled silly, so I wasn't ready for this. I squealed and thrust my hips, but the heavy wooden furniture didn't move an inch, keeping me trapped and helpless.
"Hey, cut that shit out!! He he!! I mean it... We never agreed on this... HA HA!! HA HA HA!! You got me, dude. He he!! Now stop it!! Please... HA HA HA HA HA HA!!"
Tyler ignored my pleas and attacked both my arches with such vigor that my fight slowly gave in to the ticklish sensation. "I'm no dude to you, boy. Showing disrespect won't help you".
He told me not to worry, he would never do anything to hurt me, but I was his tickle toy for the night. His calm demeanor and confidence allowed me to finally relax and accept what was coming. I got lost in the overwhelming storm of sensation he was feeding me. My mind was spinning with shame, degradation, and the terrifying realization this was the kind of sexual treatment I craved my whole life. I kept begging him, and even tried to tempt him, proposing to lick his big feet instead, but Tyler passed saying, it's not one or the other, we had plenty of time for both. I was getting the hots for that self-assured 31 year old asshole and couldn't wait to kneel at his feet.
"You're still thinking too much, boy. Analyzing everything. Wondering what comes next. Tonight there is no next. There is only you submitting to me. The sooner you get it, the better for you".
"I-I get... HA HA HA!! I get it... I GET IT, SIR!! HAHAHAHAHA!!" I managed to form few words between laughs.
He used plenty of tools, from feathers between my toes to forks poking my heels. Not sure how long it lasted before we took a break. The moment I got my breath back, I told him to stop tickling my feet, enough is enough, I said, trying to sound convincing, so he asked what else was ticklish on me. "You can tell me. I'll find out anyway, you know". He tested my stomach, making little circles around my belly button, worked his way up to my ribs, then to my nipples, which he pinched and teased for a full minute. He was in total control of my body and by the looks of it, he wasn't planning to stop any time soon. My hardon bounced around as I tried in vain to avoid the tickling fingers.
"What about those pits? They look quite helpless to me. Wait till we get rid of the hair".
"He can't mean it" I thought to myself, but when I saw the shaving equipment, I wasn't so optimistic anymore and tried once more to pull my arms down. All it took was a minute for the clippers to bring my pits back to pre-puberty. "Now keep very still for the razor, boy". Several swipes later I felt a wet towel wiping the area, removing the stray shaving cream off my skin. "Kitchee kitchee koo," he tested my extra-sensitive fresh-shaved pits making me struggle with nowhere to go. I screamed so loud I'm sure the neighbors would come to help me if there were any around.
Tyler left the playroom and headed upstairs. It was a good 10 minutes before he returned, or so it seemed to me having nothing to do but wait. He gave me some water, holding the bottle to my mouth, which felt great on my sore throat, and I thanked him. We talked a bit about normal stuff, like the weather, a conversation I would never expect to have strapped down naked to a tickling chair. That's when my cell phone rang.
Tyler checked the screen. "Who's Liam?" That was my elder son calling. "Should I have him listen to his dad squeal? Or better invite him over? I could use some help to double tickle you". He was teasing me obviously but I still panicked. "Relax boy. Don't be silly. I don't like my boy being silly". Calling me "his" boy made my heart melt. Tyler disappeared for a moment. The cell phone stopped ringing. When he came back, he had two brushes in his hand and a bottle of baby oil.
"Time to go back to tickling. You enjoy it so far, don't you? " I sheepishly nodded yes. "I hope the water won't make you pee yourself though, cause I'm not untying you for toilet any time soon" he said while applying baby oil to my soles. "Here come the brushes, boy!"
This was a whole other level. Tyler worked my soles leaving no spot untouched. He wouldn't stop, only randomly change the pattern, keeping me laughing like crazy.
"HA HA HA HA HA!! Please, stop... HA HA HA HA HA!! This baby oil... It makes my soles extra... HA!! HA!! Those brushes... Oh god... I'm losing my mind... HA!! HA!! HA!! HA!! HA!!"
For five minutes all I did was struggle like a maniac, as the brushes scratched up and down my slippery soles. I was getting to a point of passing out. Tears streamed down my face. My entire body trembled from overstimulation. Being rock-hard, at least I didn't feel like peeing. My voice was wrecked, slurred with desperation, but I guess not convincing enough.
"NO MORE BRUSHES!! FOR GOD'S SAKE!! I mean, Tyler please... I can't... I can't take it... please... ANYTHING BUT THE DAMN BRUSHES!! This is just too... I can't... I mean... NO!! NO!! PLEASE. PLEASE. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! FUCK YOU TYLER!! HA HA HA HA!! FUCK YOU!!"
This wasn't so smart of me. Tyler quickly alternated to spanking my stretched out arches with a wooden spoon I didn't even know was there. The pain became too much to handle so I had to beg him to please go back to the brushes, which he did with pleasure. Fun fact: I never lost my hardon through this. I saw through my bleary eyes his superior looking face and smug grin. "Now, what's the lesson here, boy? Never curse at your sir, or you'll regret it".
I stayed quiet for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "Lesson learned, Sir. It will never happen again" I said out of breath. Tyler leaned over me and kissed me deeply. He started jerking me off while still kissing me and I produced some broken, desperate, animalistic sounds. My whole body heaved and convulsed as I shot all over myself what was the most messy splash of warm cum ever. Then I collapsed in defeat, lightheaded to the edge of darkness.
"Nice production of jism for a man of your age" he said with amusement patting me on the head. "They say people are more ticklish after orgasm. What do you say we check this out?
"Please Tyler, no more..." I purred, my mind floating in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm, which only encouraged him to keep torturing me. I recognized the high-pitched hum of an electric toothbrush switched on. The tips of the brush vibrated between my big and second toe, to my pinky toe, to the tender skin underneath. Turns out it's true: I was even more ticklish than before. Long minutes were spent on each foot, which had me begging all over again, my voice hoarse from the laughter, but secretly thinking to myself I was in love with that man.
"Oh, I like your reaction, boy. I like it a lot. You're so damn sexy when you laugh. Love tickle-torturing a dad. Twinks can't compare to a big dad body struggling helpless. Scream all you want, I'm not giving up. I'm gonna tickle your manly feet every single day from now on" he said smiling. "Sounds like a plan" I smiled back at him.
Tyler untied me and helped me stand up. Endorphins were flooding in my system. My heart was pumping blood like crazy. I was hard again in less than 15 minutes, like I used to back in high school. I followed him upstairs with my hardon bouncing. Tyler put on some music and settled on the leather couch. He kicked off his flip-flops and stretched his legs on the coffee table while I stayed standing, waiting for orders. I couldn't help but stare at his size 14's and he knew it. "See anything you like, boy?" He wiggled his toes smiling. That's all invitation I needed to kneel there.
Having his feet so close to my face, I admired everything about them. Tyler asked me to describe what I liked most. Their size. So big and meaty. Oh, and the texture. So well kept with no calouses or dry skin. The high arches? Pure perfection. Those veins at the top? I loved them. The smell too. Not stinky, just manly. The list was endless. I was in a blissful state and couldn't shut my mouth, so he did, pushing his right foot on my lips. "Kiss my toes. Don't lick yet or you'll get punished".
It was a dream come true. I spread kisses all over his sole. His toes were long and the soles were meaty. I took my chance and tried to tickle his high arch, but much to my disappointment, he didn’t flinch a bit. I couldn't resist anymore and with the tip of my tongue licked the soft skin under his toes. Tyler didn't stop me, he just closed his eyes as if for a nap.
"You're having the time of your life, aren’t you boy? Say you live for my feet, and you can lick them all you want".
"I live for your feet, Sir" I said with all my heart.
Having said that, I finally sticked the whole tongue out and covered that sole heel to toe with my saliva. The taste of sweat and faint salt had me leaking again. Tyler slapped my face with his big bare foot repeatedly, calling me his dirty dog, then he had me lay face up on the floor and wiped both feet on me like I was a rug. When he pressed his toes on my lips, I knew what was expected of me, so I opened my mouth wide. He fed me the whole foot, stretching my jaw, making my eyes water. I hungrily sucked those toes for all the wasted years I pretended to be straight. I sucked until all thoughts dissolved into white noise.
Tyler pulled his shorts down at some point and he was now jerking off. He had a beautiful eight inch cock, thick and cut, with a glossy plum size head and two big sagging balls that I'd love to play with. I noticed he kept his pubic hair trimmed.
"Taste the salty sweat that builds up my sack throughout the day!" he instructed as if reading my mind. I kneeled before him and did as I was told. "Now help me with that hardon". I took long licks up his shaft, hesitant at first. “That’s it. Take your time. Explore it. Lick around the head". My eyes widened as I felt the thick shaft slide over my tongue. I began to move up and down, the way my wife used to do me. Tyler slowly took control, his hand resting gently on the back my head. I felt him push more of his cock inside. When I gagged, he simply said: "Natural reaction. You'll get over it. Take a breath and keep sucking". I relaxed my throat as much as I could, letting him use my face. I couldn't believe how deep he was getting. I felt so proud I had him moaning and picked up the pace.
"That's it, boy..." Tyler murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Here it comes... Oh god..."
His load filled my mouth.
"Don't swallow just yet. I want to see my cum on your tongue". I blushed at that. Then I closed my eyes and made the cum disappear down my throat with a big gulp. It didn't taste good, but it was Tyler's, so I was still happy to have it inside me. He let me jerk off while playing with his feet some more, until I shot another load.
"Enough of my feet for one day. Now be a good boy and put my flip flops back on, then you can get dressed. You did well for a newbie. Took all I gave you. I'm really proud of you. Bathroom's over there if you want to splash some water on your face. Things are gonna get even more interesting in the future, so start accepting your role. This is your life now".
The session was over. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was surprisingly late. Tyler tucked his cock back in his shorts. He stroked my hair and I felt very relaxed. The power dynamic faded into the background. I leaned to his touch without thinking. No guilt. No regret. I thought I would come here to live the fantasy so I could get it out of my system and be normal again, but realized I was in love with him.
Tyler kissed me on my lips, and I quickly kissed him back, saying thank you sir. He smiled, knowing he had me totally broken, a new play toy to his collection. Driving home, I dreamt of our future. Turns out there was so much more I was about to experience, from the most painful, which was getting spanked on the bench, to the most humiliating, being hog-tied on the floor naked, Tyler watching sports with some straight friends, several pairs of big manly feet, both socked and bare, using me as their footstool, teasing me, laughing at me, tickling my soles, petting my head, calling me their good boy.
Tyler finally asked me to move in with him. He said he had been searching for a boy like me for a while. I knew I was basically signing a contract of slavery, but since my fag-button had been pushed, I just couldn't say no. I actually felt flattered he chose me. We decided I would keep my apartment too, for my sons to visit, but would never sleep there. Tyler said I could also quit my job if I wanted, he was making enough money for both of us, but I preferred to keep my economic freedom, having lost everything else. "You cook, boy?" I nodded no. "Neither do I, but I'm not the boy here. Noone expects the man to know how to cook, right?"
The complete surrender of control felt like exhaling after holding my breath for too long. In the spam of just a few months I went from a straight family man to Tyler's live-in slave. I keep house while he's away most of the day, either being at the office, or having drinks with people from the company, or going to the gym.
Now being locked in a tiny metal cage, I can't even jerk off. Tyler says boys should only be getting orgasms having their prostate stimulated internally. The first time he fucked me, I knew he was right. Honestly, guys! Best feeling ever! I can only pleasure myself using the metal butt plug he bought for my 43rd birthday, while waiting for him to come home, hoping he might fuck me again (he usually does). During the night, I will definitely wake up at least once to kneel at the foot of the bed and treat those sleepy dogs sticking out of the blanket the way they deserve. My snoring sexy man would sleep through a nuclear bomb, so he doesn't have to know how obsessed I've become.
Tyler mentioned he wants to meet my boys but I prefer to keep the two worlds separate at the moment. My young son says I sound different lately. "You don't get angry at us like you used to". Suppressing my feelings, I guess I had turned into a very unpleasant father to them. "Do you prefer me this way?" He didn't have to think twice. "Sure thing, dad".
Two nights ago we were talking on the phone about school, when Tyler came home from gym. He put his socked feet in my lap and started playing with my chastity cage, making me wanna moan. I tried to act naturally, but the moment I hung up the phone, I grabbed that foot, took the damp sock off and got lost sucking his toes desperately. Tyler keeps saying I was born for this. I guess it's true. This is my life now.
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