Ian called Darren, the man who now stood over Ian wearing the hood, about a week ago, the arrangements for the get together had been made, and now Ian having arrived at the appointed time and after having a few drinks on the way for dutch courage was led to a small dressing room by his host and told to strip to his wall st. exec black socks and wear the white, cotton pyjama type trousers and short white top.
6' Ian Holmes stood in the dressing room and with some trepidation looked in the full-length mirror as he slipped on the almost transparent cotton pants and top. They left absolutely nothing to the imagination and were quite tight fitting, the top fitted like a second skin, hugging his well defined pectorals and six pack whilst the pants revealed the sculpted outlines of his thighs, dick and balls. Having dressed 29 yr old Ian opened the door and went out to meet Darren who was now dressed in a black leather hood, studded harness encompassing his bare chest, leather chaps and a studded leather pouch that barely encompassed his cock and balls, on this hands he wore tight leather fingerless gloves and had a glass of liquid in each hand.
"Here, try this, it's my own special cocktail, I call it 'The Hard Cock Tail' Darren said, smiling and handed Ian the glass of warm liquid. Ian took a swig of the concoction that was cloudy, tasted strongly of brandy and left a bitter aftertaste.
"Shall we get started?" Darren said as he encouraged Ian to finish the drink.
"No time like the present, I guess" Ian replied, his mouth unable to form the words properly and feeling distinctly light headed, as he was taken to the playroom.
Ian stood leaning against the doorway as Darren entered, walked across the room and switched on several bright lights, one illuminated a wall with large metal rings hanging from it about seven feet from the floor and roughly six feet apart, there were another identical set of rings at floor level, each ring had a length of chain attached and at the end of each was a manacle. The other lights illuminated a sort of black leather covered operating table almost in the centre of the room and whilst Ian hesitantly tried to step forward, having difficulty putting one foot in front of the other, Darren came across to guide him towards the wall.
He propped his back against the rough brickwork and taking the chains hanging from the upper rings he snapped a manacle loosely around each wrist in turn, doing the same to Ian's legs on the lower rings. Ian was now spread-eagled against the wall and although Ian knew exactly what was going on around him, with all his senses working normally, he was unable to resist even if he'd wanted to.
"What you put in thaaat drinnnk," he slurred.
"Why you feeling good?" Darren said smirking a little
"I feeehl greeeeat" responded Ian
"Ah that's good, that's the reaction of the cocktail, it dulls your resistance but heightens your sense of feeling"
"Greeeat, less get sommmm ashion go ing theyn" said Ian clearly losing intelligible chat
"Right" Darren said walking over to Ian and tearing at the top, ripping it open down the centre.
"A nice hairless chest, just what I like," Darren said gently pinching Ian's nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
The sensation of his touch was like an electric shock to Ian's system and as he felt the movement of Darren's fingers, stirrings began in his groin with his 7" dick beginning to harden and trying desperately to stand. Restricted by the tightness of the thin cotton fabric, Ian's dick was forced to press against his inner thigh, swollen and engorged, it pressed against his balls, making him long to release it. Ian pulled against the manacles around his wrists and then tried to free his legs, but it was futile, Ian was held fast and in truth enjoying it so far.
Darren used one of his hands to tenderly and randomly massage Ian's chest and taut stomach whilst with the other, he grasped his dick through the thin fabric and using two fingers and the thumb slid them up and down the length of it. Ian's knees buckled and he hung by his arms, moaning in the pure unadulterated lustful sensations as he felt pre-cum dribble from his dick and an automatic urge to thrust his hips forward took hold.
Darren's grip on him hardened as Darren felt the dampness seep through the thin fabric and Ian's rigid dick, although not in its usual upright position, it throbbed under his touch, suddenly, the urge to shoot his load became unstoppable for Ian and letting out a cry he ejaculated. Within a few seconds his cum had soaked through the cloth with a considerable amount running down the inside of his right leg almost to his knee.
Darren bent down and with force ripped through the thin cotton almost from waist to knees, leaving shredded fabric hanging in ribbons and letting Ian's still dripping dick swing free of its restrictions. Then grabbing Ian's balls in his leather-clad hand, he lifted them up and forward, forcing Ian's semi hard dick with them as he opened his mouth and slipped Ian's dick into it.
Ian felt Darren suck even more strenuously as his dick began to swell under the attention, the way he used his tongue in a rotating motion around the head, occasionally probing for the little hole at the end, made Ian rock back and forth in his restraints in an attempt to push himself deeper into Darren's hot mouth. He had craved domination and control from another guy but more so since marrying Carolyn three years previously, heiress to the company he would inherit or not, he craved man-sex!
Looking down at him crouching before him, Ian could see traces of his cum around Darren's lips and chin, and between his legs, his dick had burst from the top of the pouch with three quarters of it standing proud and attentive in the cool air of the room. Darren partially released his grip on Ian's balls and using the forefinger of the same hand pushed it into Ian's arsehole as Ian went into spasm, rotating his hips and pushing downward on the intrusive forefinger but feeling his dick grow hard as a rock in Darren's mouth. Ian changed his gyrations and started automatically to pump back and forth feeling the immediacy of another orgasm approaching.
"Fuckin hell!" Ian cried, as he shot another load of spunk into the eager mouth of Darren who made a gulping sound and swallowed as he was then licking his lips lasciviously.
Ian looked down at him, his head swimming and breathing in short panting sounds as Darren's own fat circumcised cock glistened in the half light and was now almost completely exposed, only the balls remaining covered by the small silver studded leather pouch. Staring Ian straight in the eyes, he wrapped one hand around himself and slowly started to masturbate his hard weapon as he stood facing Ian.
Watching his hand Ian started to buck against the manacles that held him fast, desperate to fulfil the strong desire to grasp Darren's dick and jack him off. Darren, in the meantime, used his free hand to play with Ian's flaccid dick and fondle his balls but then as his face became flushed and he rhythmically pumped his dick, he suddenly stopped struggling and watched in lustful fascination.
"Oh…oh……..yeeeesss!" Darren cried as his balls tightened into a shrivelled sack and his cock trembled before emptying its juices.
Darren then sucked on Ian's erect nipples whilst pushing his crotch against Ian's own erect dick. Then Darren pulled a black hood from the wall and slipped it over Ian's head. Now in complete darkness and deprived of any visible stimulus Ian hung there without anything happening for what seemed ages. His mind began to wander and he felt very vulnerable as he heard the tearing of fabric and a pair of hands removed the remaining pieces of the top from his upper torso. As cold hands brushed his nipples they both rose hard and to attention under the touch and with his imagination now working overtime, they moved differently to Darren's earlier ministrations!
The pair of hands traced lines across Ian's ribs and belly and just as Ian began to enjoy this, another pair grabbed his upright dick making his whole body tense with the realisation that there was another person in the room with Darren.
"Lets get him on the table" he heard Darren say
Ian's hands and legs were released and he was placed on a hard surface that he assumed was the table he'd seen earlier. Again the hands took his wrists and ankles and he felt himself being secured to the table.
"Carl will assist me!" Darren said as he ripped away the remaining strips of the cotton trousers Ian was still wearing. Then Ian was fitted with the leather gag as Darren reminded Ian of their conversation saying that Ian had pissed him off telling him what he could and could not do and needed to be taught a lesson which is why he'd been given the drink and jerked off.
"You see Ian the drink makes you very sensitive, it awakens every nerve ending in your body, every single nerve alive and having cum even more, now what's the word, ahh yes it's ticklish; look at that Carl even the word makes him squirm, what's that Ian we can't hear you!" taunted Darren "Oh fuck these are two smelly socked size 13 feet here Ian, yeah sharp smelling in black socks worn all day, warm, sweaty feet the most sensitive of all, trust me Ian a Master for ten years I know and you telling me No Tickling of these feet, wrong move Ian!"
Darren relished telling Ian their aroma aroused him and Carl told Ian that Darren liked strong smelling feet so Ian was going to be in trouble as Ian flinched as Darren's face was an inch away from his feet and he sensed it and squirmed as Darren's nose touched the toes of each foot in turn. Darren breathed in their odour. He pressed his face into both Darren's feet that had accumulated the scent of his feet from a days work. Both socked feet were in Darren's face as Ian moaned as Carl was telling him that all he could do was endure the hell they had planned for him which was planned to exploit his major weakness to the max smiling seeing Ian squirming. Carl removed the gag saying he wanted to hear Ian suffer and expectedly Ian cursed them both and demanded to be released, this wasn't a part of the arrangement but was ignored.
Darren winked at Carl as he rubbed his face over the large socked soles of the stockbroker as he breathed in their rich smell, he pulled them to his nose and inhaled deeply and then started stroking each foot with one finger. This was enough to spark a muffled giggle and squirming from Ian. Darren sped up the tickling by scribbling all over the surface of the socked soles. His fingers went in a million different directions, with every direction being just as sensitive as the other.
"HAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA SSTOOPPPPPPP PPPPPLLLLEAASSEEEE SSTOOPPPPPP" begged Ian.
Darren stopped the stroking tickles and continued massaging Ian's feet through his black socks loving the warmth radiating from them and working his hands up n' down the soles as Ian struggled as he couldn't bear his feet touched because of the past experiences of this happening to him. Darren loved telling Ian he was intensely attracted to his feet as he pressed his fingers against them saying because he knew it was hellish for Ian to endure and then he sucked on the toes of Ian's right foot through the sock and inhaled Ian's rich footsmell and continued licking and sucking
on Ian's toes through the socks. Orally servicing both feet relishing in the sweaty moisture of them
"Yeah, you like lickin' his feet Darren, you hate this right Ian, seems so!" taunted Carl
"M-hmm." Darren's response as he sucked on Ian's sweaty toes through his socks and rubbed his face all over both warm, socked feet, he sniffed, licked and sucked all over them as a Master so not in a subserviant style but in a dominant manner
"Let's see how ticklish his bare feet are" Carl said. "I want to see you get off on out friend's sweaty bare feet Darren, to kiss them, lick them, suck every one of his toes, drive him berserk as Ian I can see it will but first I don't think I should miss out!"
Carl then began to sniff both Ian's socked feet but was soon encouraged by Darren licking along both socked soles and sucking on Ian's socked toes as Ian squirmed and moaned hating the sensations his feet were getting as Darren whispered in his ear, "Reminds you of home right Ian!" Ian shook hearing this!
"Carl get his socks off and you enjoy his feet first!" said Darren
"Please, not the socks, leave em on leave em on!" begged Ian
Carl peeled the warm, sweat moist socks off to expose two luscious, large feet, long and super smooth, sweaty, rank feet and licked the big toes and then sucking them both and then absorbed himself licking and sucking more of Ian's toes, licking them individually and taking groups of toes into his mouth. Between licking his toes, licking up the soles and sides of his feet, eliciting moans from Ian but not of pleasure but torment so perhaps groans a better word to use! Carl sucked each of Ian's toes individually and expertly orally worked over both feet and all of Ian's toes with his tongue and warm mouth but as he did so his fingers made contact with the soft mega ticklish feet as Ian shook and jerked around like a crazy person on the table to Darren and Carl's delight
"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHHHAAA NOOOOO MOOOOREEEEENOOOMOOORREEEE!" Ian shouted between laughs as Carl raked his nails up and down the length of each sole, causing an equally wild reaction from Ian.
Carl continued exploring Ian's ultra-sensitive feet, holding back the toes of each foot in turn and scraping the undersides of
the exposed toes with amazing speed.
"HAHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAH AHAAHHAHAHAHAHH SSTOOPPP STTOOPPPPP PPLLLEAASSEE AHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA".
"Use the toothbrush Carl!" encouraged Darren handing Carl the sonicare 'Bzzzzzzzz'
"No! Come on please, anything but that!" yelled Ian but Carl smiling took the electric toothbrush and started in with it running it along the mega ticklish soles, the revolving bristles moved like lightning exploiting every inch of Ian's overly tender feet.
"HAHAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SSTTOOOPPPPPPPP NOOOOO MOOREEEEEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHATTTIIICCCKKLLING!" screamed the desperate Ian who looked like he was going to lose his mind if the tickling didn't end soon.
Carl kept scrubbing the brush over and over on the outrageously ticklish feet as Ian just bucked and squirmed and shook his head back and forth, laughing extremely loudly when his accomplice joined him at Ian's feet and brought his tongue to the left foot and started licking the sole.
"HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA" Ian laughed as this sensation was unbearable for the amazingly ticklish man and seeing this Darren continued licking Ian's left sole over and over, slithering his tongue in between the long toes while Carl's fingers now went crazy on the opposite foot. The combination of the licking and the tickling sent Ian over the edge!
"Love the feel of ticklish feet so preferable to the toothbrush Darren!" said Carl
"Mmmm your feet taste delicious Ian, this must be hell for you, sure hope so anyway!" teased Darren
With these words Darren started licking the right sole as Ian started to scream loudly as the guy really hated his feet touched and had told this to Darren and couldn't believe what was happening as his torturers continued to tickle the hell out his feet and then stop and massage his feet saying they were foot-fixated even massaging his toes and kept giving him the tickle on – tickle off – massage – tickle on game before resuming licking his feet again mafe hotter and sweatier from the massage and licking his toes causing another laughter attack on him and Ian shivering, trembling and squirming.
Darren and Carl telling him they loved the way his feet tasted and their tongues loving the softness of his soles licking every inch of them saying his toes were so appetising as they took them into their mouths one after the other and sucked on them and played with them with their tongues. The Masters kept sucking, licking and touching Ian's feet, their fingers wandering up and down his soles while their tongues sucked on his toes and sticking their tongues in the gaps between Ian's toes and this really was driving Ian berserk!
After licking the soles of Ian's feet and sucking all of Ian's toes on both feet one after the other Darren and Carl stopped and told him how much they enjoyed what they were doing and loved giving his toes blow jobs and licking the spaces in between his toes and sucking on them all and were thrilled to know he was so ticklish on his feet as torture being their speciality that they planned to give him a ticklish experience he would never forget and might even need therapy for and laughed!
"Yeah Carl apparently Ian's mum got married again and so he had a step-dad and step-brother who found him ticklish and used this to their advantage whenever she wasn't around, they worked on him as a team so like us a foot each to play with and they did regularly so with us he's taking a trip down memory lane"
"Right that sounds pretty cool, I am sure gonna continue where they left off and who can blame them with feet as ticklish and tasty as his, did they lick his soles and suck his toes?"
"Oh yeah he told me they did everything they could to tickle, tease and torment him and not just his feet right Ian?" said Darren
"Please Darren please let me go, come on please anything else please!" begged Ian knowing better than to shout and threaten
"Now Ian you wanted to be controlled and dominated and you are being and I guess you must like it or hate to love it as having gone through what your step-brother and step-dad did to you and wanting to be toyed with again ..."
"Yeah but not tickling, please Darren I told you that when we spoke!"
"Yeah true you did and made a big thing of it and that was your mistake Ian and mistakes are made to learn by as you will!"
"That's right enough wisdom, Mmmm his feet smell amazing!" chipped in Carl
Carl then pulled the soles of Ian's feet closer to his face and opened his mouth and let his tongue wander over both soles
“No!†Ian shouted. “No, please! Don’t!â€
Carl pressed his face against both Ian's soles and sniffed them feeling their warmth and dampness as Darren told Ian to remember his foot-abuse at home and in detail as he and Carl wanted to hear what had been done to him and were going to enjoy torturing him until he spilled everything no matter how long it took as of course Carolyn was away for the weekend so nobosy expecting him home! Carl pressed his face harder against Ian's soles and hearing Ian groan only spurred him on as his hunger was insatiable to satisfy his appetite for Ian's tasty toes which he sucked and orally ravished them, sliding his tongue in the gaps in between them all whilst massaging each foot. He ran his tongue along Ian's soles, from the heels, across his high arches, to his toes, each of which he sucked and held in his hot mouth.
"Ian have to say your toes taste incredible and your feet so soft and sweaty, fuck gonna enjoy this all nighter!" said Carl
"I reckon this could be a weekender and guess we know some guys who'll be up to having fun with Ian's feet, even on the internet!" said Darren
"Oh fuck you're an evil bastard Darren, love it but first our fun with them and so what's this about his step-dad and step-brother?" said Carl as he pulled both of Ian's big toes nto his mouth, sucking on them slowly, enjoying the taste of his sweaty toes to the fullest and thengreedily stuck all five toes of Ian's right foot in his mouth and then the toes of his left foot driving Ian crazy!
"Oh right well Ian was secured to the bed and given a tongue bath by his step-dad and step-brother right Ian, they'd orally work their tongues over his nipples, feeling them harden under the enforced stimulation and loving the smell of his armpits, the intoxiacting aroma of them bury their faces in them and sniff and lick them right Ian, sweaty armpits and sweaty feet attacked! They liked licking his ass too, even licking his hole, gently easing tongues inside, step-daddy's speciality right Ian, teasing the rim of your virgin hole yeah but same time step-brother sucking his toes and licking his soles and step-daddy's wet finger jamming in and out of his hole so fun to see someone from the net finger fuck him while another guy tickles his feet!"
"Oooooh fuck yeah!" said Carl
"HAHAHHAHHANOOOPLEASE STOOOP THIS PLEASE AHHH HAHAHAHA!" yelled Ian as Carl having slobbered all over both of Ian's feet and massaging his soles while working his tongue across Ian's toes, sucking on each one individually or taking a mouthful of them was lightly stroking across the soles of Ian's feet again and saliva lubed with very little effort, his fingers sliding up n' down them lightly and maddeningly. Then Darren took over and pulled each toe of both feet individually into his mouth as he licked and kissed the length of both soles of Ian's feet.
"Fuck yeah get his toes suck 'em Darren!" yelled Carl
Darren winked and really went to work on Ian's feet. They tasted incredible, his foot sweat slightly salty as he drove Ian crazy licking in between his toes, slipping his tongue in back and forth over Ian's perfectly long toes and seeing his feet twitch as his tongue licked in between each toe and then licked both arches as the soles of both feet were in his face, their smell amazing as he like Carl liked feet that smelled like feet so lapping at both soles saying they tasted so sweaty just as he liked them making Ian groan more as he knew he was well and truly trapped by two foot-fiends, his worst nightmare!
"How do they taste Darren!" teased Carl
"Mmmmmm fucking amazing Carl, oh fuck this will be one hellish time for you Ian you be sure of that!" taunted Darren
Carl took over and licked each foot slowly up to the toes. The taste was so appealing salty and musky
"Yeah lick those fuckin' feet Carl." said Darren
Carl neeeding no verbal encouragement slobbering all around both soles savouring their taste taking each toe in his mouth and sucking it as he did a dick presented to him, swirling his tongue around each toe which guys who liked having their feet worshipped would have enjoyed but Carl and Darren fixated on doing because Ian's reactions from the start being the same, it was hellish torment for him!
"You remember step-brother lifting the sheets and waking you with toes sucked, soles licked then having enjoyed them alone calling his Dad to help, well reckon you will when me and Carl work over a foot each, we'll have other guys licking your balls, sucking your dick, fingering your hole too and yeah licking and sucking your nipples like you said you would love to hate happening but what will be hell for you and will be on the agenda is that all the time Ian they'll be someone playing with your feet; so think you better tell us some of what was done to you while we take a break!" said Darren.
Ian had no choice and said how his feet would be secured and tongue teased as one of them and his step-dad and step-brother would alternate, one of them bend back his toes making his sole taut as the other would run his tongue from the middle of his arches to his toes, the base of his toes. Each toe was sucked nibbled, and licked between as he gasped and giggled as the tongue explored the soles of his feet and fingers trace under his toes. They'd rake their teeth lightly along the soles of his feet and subject him to concentrated tickling strokes in the arch area of his bare soles and slide fingers up n' dowm them!"
"Right sounds pretty much like we're doing so they had the right idea, go on tell us more fucker or we will make it a worse experience!" said Carl
"HAAAAAAHHAAAHAAHHAAHHA" Carl proved his point ticklng both feet simultaneously "NONONOONONONNOOAHAHHAHA" Ian went ballistic but knew he had to continue telling his story of abuse to his torturers so continued spilling as the feet tickles stopped!
Taking a foot each they's finger walk along his soles seeing who could make Ian squirm the most and finding most ticklish areas turn his ticklishness up working on these areas and Ian knew he had to tell them, his toes and the centre of his soles and saw Darren and Carl wink at eachother as Carl said this information was good to know! His ticklers loved tickling his feet simultaneously as they also liked to work their teeth over his feet especially along his arches adding to his hysteria! His step-brother alsp liked to tickle his rib cage making him shudder more and use his his thumbs to graze over his nipples and then alternately tickle the sides of his pecs with his fingers and both loved sliding their fingers in his sweaty armpits but their greatest and most intense focus was his feet, his sensitive, hyper-ticklish bare feet as he was unable to keep his feet from shaking against their tickling, tormenting fingers and tongues which were especially effective on his ticklish toes but their tongue lickling all over his feet was torture!
"Mmmm yeah like this then!" said Darren as he sucked on the toes of Ian's right foot as Carl copied the action with Ian's left foot and gobbled his toes in their mouths at the same time and danced their tongues all over Ian's feet.
"NOOOOHEEEHEEEHEESTAAAPAHAHAHAHATOOMUCHAHAHAHA!" begged Ian as Carl was running his tongue all over Ian's big right foot while Darren used his fingers to dance across the sole and toes of his left one and they alternated the torment techniques!
"HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHEEHEEHEEPLEASESTOPHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA"
"Okay Carl think we could use those ice cubes on his feet, cool 'em down a bit and then the hairdryer and heat them up as this will take some time and it'll be fun to check out on line and see if anyone is available to assist us or maybe call Mick and Lucas over?" said Darren
"Yeah 'Fire n' Ice' that sounds like a plan, let's enjoy him all to ourselves before others join us!" said Carl going to the kichen to get some ice cubes!
6' Ian Holmes stood in the dressing room and with some trepidation looked in the full-length mirror as he slipped on the almost transparent cotton pants and top. They left absolutely nothing to the imagination and were quite tight fitting, the top fitted like a second skin, hugging his well defined pectorals and six pack whilst the pants revealed the sculpted outlines of his thighs, dick and balls. Having dressed 29 yr old Ian opened the door and went out to meet Darren who was now dressed in a black leather hood, studded harness encompassing his bare chest, leather chaps and a studded leather pouch that barely encompassed his cock and balls, on this hands he wore tight leather fingerless gloves and had a glass of liquid in each hand.
"Here, try this, it's my own special cocktail, I call it 'The Hard Cock Tail' Darren said, smiling and handed Ian the glass of warm liquid. Ian took a swig of the concoction that was cloudy, tasted strongly of brandy and left a bitter aftertaste.
"Shall we get started?" Darren said as he encouraged Ian to finish the drink.
"No time like the present, I guess" Ian replied, his mouth unable to form the words properly and feeling distinctly light headed, as he was taken to the playroom.
Ian stood leaning against the doorway as Darren entered, walked across the room and switched on several bright lights, one illuminated a wall with large metal rings hanging from it about seven feet from the floor and roughly six feet apart, there were another identical set of rings at floor level, each ring had a length of chain attached and at the end of each was a manacle. The other lights illuminated a sort of black leather covered operating table almost in the centre of the room and whilst Ian hesitantly tried to step forward, having difficulty putting one foot in front of the other, Darren came across to guide him towards the wall.
He propped his back against the rough brickwork and taking the chains hanging from the upper rings he snapped a manacle loosely around each wrist in turn, doing the same to Ian's legs on the lower rings. Ian was now spread-eagled against the wall and although Ian knew exactly what was going on around him, with all his senses working normally, he was unable to resist even if he'd wanted to.
"What you put in thaaat drinnnk," he slurred.
"Why you feeling good?" Darren said smirking a little
"I feeehl greeeeat" responded Ian
"Ah that's good, that's the reaction of the cocktail, it dulls your resistance but heightens your sense of feeling"
"Greeeat, less get sommmm ashion go ing theyn" said Ian clearly losing intelligible chat
"Right" Darren said walking over to Ian and tearing at the top, ripping it open down the centre.
"A nice hairless chest, just what I like," Darren said gently pinching Ian's nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
The sensation of his touch was like an electric shock to Ian's system and as he felt the movement of Darren's fingers, stirrings began in his groin with his 7" dick beginning to harden and trying desperately to stand. Restricted by the tightness of the thin cotton fabric, Ian's dick was forced to press against his inner thigh, swollen and engorged, it pressed against his balls, making him long to release it. Ian pulled against the manacles around his wrists and then tried to free his legs, but it was futile, Ian was held fast and in truth enjoying it so far.
Darren used one of his hands to tenderly and randomly massage Ian's chest and taut stomach whilst with the other, he grasped his dick through the thin fabric and using two fingers and the thumb slid them up and down the length of it. Ian's knees buckled and he hung by his arms, moaning in the pure unadulterated lustful sensations as he felt pre-cum dribble from his dick and an automatic urge to thrust his hips forward took hold.
Darren's grip on him hardened as Darren felt the dampness seep through the thin fabric and Ian's rigid dick, although not in its usual upright position, it throbbed under his touch, suddenly, the urge to shoot his load became unstoppable for Ian and letting out a cry he ejaculated. Within a few seconds his cum had soaked through the cloth with a considerable amount running down the inside of his right leg almost to his knee.
Darren bent down and with force ripped through the thin cotton almost from waist to knees, leaving shredded fabric hanging in ribbons and letting Ian's still dripping dick swing free of its restrictions. Then grabbing Ian's balls in his leather-clad hand, he lifted them up and forward, forcing Ian's semi hard dick with them as he opened his mouth and slipped Ian's dick into it.
Ian felt Darren suck even more strenuously as his dick began to swell under the attention, the way he used his tongue in a rotating motion around the head, occasionally probing for the little hole at the end, made Ian rock back and forth in his restraints in an attempt to push himself deeper into Darren's hot mouth. He had craved domination and control from another guy but more so since marrying Carolyn three years previously, heiress to the company he would inherit or not, he craved man-sex!
Looking down at him crouching before him, Ian could see traces of his cum around Darren's lips and chin, and between his legs, his dick had burst from the top of the pouch with three quarters of it standing proud and attentive in the cool air of the room. Darren partially released his grip on Ian's balls and using the forefinger of the same hand pushed it into Ian's arsehole as Ian went into spasm, rotating his hips and pushing downward on the intrusive forefinger but feeling his dick grow hard as a rock in Darren's mouth. Ian changed his gyrations and started automatically to pump back and forth feeling the immediacy of another orgasm approaching.
"Fuckin hell!" Ian cried, as he shot another load of spunk into the eager mouth of Darren who made a gulping sound and swallowed as he was then licking his lips lasciviously.
Ian looked down at him, his head swimming and breathing in short panting sounds as Darren's own fat circumcised cock glistened in the half light and was now almost completely exposed, only the balls remaining covered by the small silver studded leather pouch. Staring Ian straight in the eyes, he wrapped one hand around himself and slowly started to masturbate his hard weapon as he stood facing Ian.
Watching his hand Ian started to buck against the manacles that held him fast, desperate to fulfil the strong desire to grasp Darren's dick and jack him off. Darren, in the meantime, used his free hand to play with Ian's flaccid dick and fondle his balls but then as his face became flushed and he rhythmically pumped his dick, he suddenly stopped struggling and watched in lustful fascination.
"Oh…oh……..yeeeesss!" Darren cried as his balls tightened into a shrivelled sack and his cock trembled before emptying its juices.
Darren then sucked on Ian's erect nipples whilst pushing his crotch against Ian's own erect dick. Then Darren pulled a black hood from the wall and slipped it over Ian's head. Now in complete darkness and deprived of any visible stimulus Ian hung there without anything happening for what seemed ages. His mind began to wander and he felt very vulnerable as he heard the tearing of fabric and a pair of hands removed the remaining pieces of the top from his upper torso. As cold hands brushed his nipples they both rose hard and to attention under the touch and with his imagination now working overtime, they moved differently to Darren's earlier ministrations!
The pair of hands traced lines across Ian's ribs and belly and just as Ian began to enjoy this, another pair grabbed his upright dick making his whole body tense with the realisation that there was another person in the room with Darren.
"Lets get him on the table" he heard Darren say
Ian's hands and legs were released and he was placed on a hard surface that he assumed was the table he'd seen earlier. Again the hands took his wrists and ankles and he felt himself being secured to the table.
"Carl will assist me!" Darren said as he ripped away the remaining strips of the cotton trousers Ian was still wearing. Then Ian was fitted with the leather gag as Darren reminded Ian of their conversation saying that Ian had pissed him off telling him what he could and could not do and needed to be taught a lesson which is why he'd been given the drink and jerked off.
"You see Ian the drink makes you very sensitive, it awakens every nerve ending in your body, every single nerve alive and having cum even more, now what's the word, ahh yes it's ticklish; look at that Carl even the word makes him squirm, what's that Ian we can't hear you!" taunted Darren "Oh fuck these are two smelly socked size 13 feet here Ian, yeah sharp smelling in black socks worn all day, warm, sweaty feet the most sensitive of all, trust me Ian a Master for ten years I know and you telling me No Tickling of these feet, wrong move Ian!"
Darren relished telling Ian their aroma aroused him and Carl told Ian that Darren liked strong smelling feet so Ian was going to be in trouble as Ian flinched as Darren's face was an inch away from his feet and he sensed it and squirmed as Darren's nose touched the toes of each foot in turn. Darren breathed in their odour. He pressed his face into both Darren's feet that had accumulated the scent of his feet from a days work. Both socked feet were in Darren's face as Ian moaned as Carl was telling him that all he could do was endure the hell they had planned for him which was planned to exploit his major weakness to the max smiling seeing Ian squirming. Carl removed the gag saying he wanted to hear Ian suffer and expectedly Ian cursed them both and demanded to be released, this wasn't a part of the arrangement but was ignored.
Darren winked at Carl as he rubbed his face over the large socked soles of the stockbroker as he breathed in their rich smell, he pulled them to his nose and inhaled deeply and then started stroking each foot with one finger. This was enough to spark a muffled giggle and squirming from Ian. Darren sped up the tickling by scribbling all over the surface of the socked soles. His fingers went in a million different directions, with every direction being just as sensitive as the other.
"HAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA SSTOOPPPPPPP PPPPPLLLLEAASSEEEE SSTOOPPPPPP" begged Ian.
Darren stopped the stroking tickles and continued massaging Ian's feet through his black socks loving the warmth radiating from them and working his hands up n' down the soles as Ian struggled as he couldn't bear his feet touched because of the past experiences of this happening to him. Darren loved telling Ian he was intensely attracted to his feet as he pressed his fingers against them saying because he knew it was hellish for Ian to endure and then he sucked on the toes of Ian's right foot through the sock and inhaled Ian's rich footsmell and continued licking and sucking
on Ian's toes through the socks. Orally servicing both feet relishing in the sweaty moisture of them
"Yeah, you like lickin' his feet Darren, you hate this right Ian, seems so!" taunted Carl
"M-hmm." Darren's response as he sucked on Ian's sweaty toes through his socks and rubbed his face all over both warm, socked feet, he sniffed, licked and sucked all over them as a Master so not in a subserviant style but in a dominant manner
"Let's see how ticklish his bare feet are" Carl said. "I want to see you get off on out friend's sweaty bare feet Darren, to kiss them, lick them, suck every one of his toes, drive him berserk as Ian I can see it will but first I don't think I should miss out!"
Carl then began to sniff both Ian's socked feet but was soon encouraged by Darren licking along both socked soles and sucking on Ian's socked toes as Ian squirmed and moaned hating the sensations his feet were getting as Darren whispered in his ear, "Reminds you of home right Ian!" Ian shook hearing this!
"Carl get his socks off and you enjoy his feet first!" said Darren
"Please, not the socks, leave em on leave em on!" begged Ian
Carl peeled the warm, sweat moist socks off to expose two luscious, large feet, long and super smooth, sweaty, rank feet and licked the big toes and then sucking them both and then absorbed himself licking and sucking more of Ian's toes, licking them individually and taking groups of toes into his mouth. Between licking his toes, licking up the soles and sides of his feet, eliciting moans from Ian but not of pleasure but torment so perhaps groans a better word to use! Carl sucked each of Ian's toes individually and expertly orally worked over both feet and all of Ian's toes with his tongue and warm mouth but as he did so his fingers made contact with the soft mega ticklish feet as Ian shook and jerked around like a crazy person on the table to Darren and Carl's delight
"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHHHAAA NOOOOO MOOOOREEEEENOOOMOOORREEEE!" Ian shouted between laughs as Carl raked his nails up and down the length of each sole, causing an equally wild reaction from Ian.
Carl continued exploring Ian's ultra-sensitive feet, holding back the toes of each foot in turn and scraping the undersides of
the exposed toes with amazing speed.
"HAHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAH AHAAHHAHAHAHAHH SSTOOPPP STTOOPPPPP PPLLLEAASSEE AHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA".
"Use the toothbrush Carl!" encouraged Darren handing Carl the sonicare 'Bzzzzzzzz'
"No! Come on please, anything but that!" yelled Ian but Carl smiling took the electric toothbrush and started in with it running it along the mega ticklish soles, the revolving bristles moved like lightning exploiting every inch of Ian's overly tender feet.
"HAHAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SSTTOOOPPPPPPPP NOOOOO MOOREEEEEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHATTTIIICCCKKLLING!" screamed the desperate Ian who looked like he was going to lose his mind if the tickling didn't end soon.
Carl kept scrubbing the brush over and over on the outrageously ticklish feet as Ian just bucked and squirmed and shook his head back and forth, laughing extremely loudly when his accomplice joined him at Ian's feet and brought his tongue to the left foot and started licking the sole.
"HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA" Ian laughed as this sensation was unbearable for the amazingly ticklish man and seeing this Darren continued licking Ian's left sole over and over, slithering his tongue in between the long toes while Carl's fingers now went crazy on the opposite foot. The combination of the licking and the tickling sent Ian over the edge!
"Love the feel of ticklish feet so preferable to the toothbrush Darren!" said Carl
"Mmmm your feet taste delicious Ian, this must be hell for you, sure hope so anyway!" teased Darren
With these words Darren started licking the right sole as Ian started to scream loudly as the guy really hated his feet touched and had told this to Darren and couldn't believe what was happening as his torturers continued to tickle the hell out his feet and then stop and massage his feet saying they were foot-fixated even massaging his toes and kept giving him the tickle on – tickle off – massage – tickle on game before resuming licking his feet again mafe hotter and sweatier from the massage and licking his toes causing another laughter attack on him and Ian shivering, trembling and squirming.
Darren and Carl telling him they loved the way his feet tasted and their tongues loving the softness of his soles licking every inch of them saying his toes were so appetising as they took them into their mouths one after the other and sucked on them and played with them with their tongues. The Masters kept sucking, licking and touching Ian's feet, their fingers wandering up and down his soles while their tongues sucked on his toes and sticking their tongues in the gaps between Ian's toes and this really was driving Ian berserk!
After licking the soles of Ian's feet and sucking all of Ian's toes on both feet one after the other Darren and Carl stopped and told him how much they enjoyed what they were doing and loved giving his toes blow jobs and licking the spaces in between his toes and sucking on them all and were thrilled to know he was so ticklish on his feet as torture being their speciality that they planned to give him a ticklish experience he would never forget and might even need therapy for and laughed!
"Yeah Carl apparently Ian's mum got married again and so he had a step-dad and step-brother who found him ticklish and used this to their advantage whenever she wasn't around, they worked on him as a team so like us a foot each to play with and they did regularly so with us he's taking a trip down memory lane"
"Right that sounds pretty cool, I am sure gonna continue where they left off and who can blame them with feet as ticklish and tasty as his, did they lick his soles and suck his toes?"
"Oh yeah he told me they did everything they could to tickle, tease and torment him and not just his feet right Ian?" said Darren
"Please Darren please let me go, come on please anything else please!" begged Ian knowing better than to shout and threaten
"Now Ian you wanted to be controlled and dominated and you are being and I guess you must like it or hate to love it as having gone through what your step-brother and step-dad did to you and wanting to be toyed with again ..."
"Yeah but not tickling, please Darren I told you that when we spoke!"
"Yeah true you did and made a big thing of it and that was your mistake Ian and mistakes are made to learn by as you will!"
"That's right enough wisdom, Mmmm his feet smell amazing!" chipped in Carl
Carl then pulled the soles of Ian's feet closer to his face and opened his mouth and let his tongue wander over both soles
“No!†Ian shouted. “No, please! Don’t!â€
Carl pressed his face against both Ian's soles and sniffed them feeling their warmth and dampness as Darren told Ian to remember his foot-abuse at home and in detail as he and Carl wanted to hear what had been done to him and were going to enjoy torturing him until he spilled everything no matter how long it took as of course Carolyn was away for the weekend so nobosy expecting him home! Carl pressed his face harder against Ian's soles and hearing Ian groan only spurred him on as his hunger was insatiable to satisfy his appetite for Ian's tasty toes which he sucked and orally ravished them, sliding his tongue in the gaps in between them all whilst massaging each foot. He ran his tongue along Ian's soles, from the heels, across his high arches, to his toes, each of which he sucked and held in his hot mouth.
"Ian have to say your toes taste incredible and your feet so soft and sweaty, fuck gonna enjoy this all nighter!" said Carl
"I reckon this could be a weekender and guess we know some guys who'll be up to having fun with Ian's feet, even on the internet!" said Darren
"Oh fuck you're an evil bastard Darren, love it but first our fun with them and so what's this about his step-dad and step-brother?" said Carl as he pulled both of Ian's big toes nto his mouth, sucking on them slowly, enjoying the taste of his sweaty toes to the fullest and thengreedily stuck all five toes of Ian's right foot in his mouth and then the toes of his left foot driving Ian crazy!
"Oh right well Ian was secured to the bed and given a tongue bath by his step-dad and step-brother right Ian, they'd orally work their tongues over his nipples, feeling them harden under the enforced stimulation and loving the smell of his armpits, the intoxiacting aroma of them bury their faces in them and sniff and lick them right Ian, sweaty armpits and sweaty feet attacked! They liked licking his ass too, even licking his hole, gently easing tongues inside, step-daddy's speciality right Ian, teasing the rim of your virgin hole yeah but same time step-brother sucking his toes and licking his soles and step-daddy's wet finger jamming in and out of his hole so fun to see someone from the net finger fuck him while another guy tickles his feet!"
"Oooooh fuck yeah!" said Carl
"HAHAHHAHHANOOOPLEASE STOOOP THIS PLEASE AHHH HAHAHAHA!" yelled Ian as Carl having slobbered all over both of Ian's feet and massaging his soles while working his tongue across Ian's toes, sucking on each one individually or taking a mouthful of them was lightly stroking across the soles of Ian's feet again and saliva lubed with very little effort, his fingers sliding up n' down them lightly and maddeningly. Then Darren took over and pulled each toe of both feet individually into his mouth as he licked and kissed the length of both soles of Ian's feet.
"Fuck yeah get his toes suck 'em Darren!" yelled Carl
Darren winked and really went to work on Ian's feet. They tasted incredible, his foot sweat slightly salty as he drove Ian crazy licking in between his toes, slipping his tongue in back and forth over Ian's perfectly long toes and seeing his feet twitch as his tongue licked in between each toe and then licked both arches as the soles of both feet were in his face, their smell amazing as he like Carl liked feet that smelled like feet so lapping at both soles saying they tasted so sweaty just as he liked them making Ian groan more as he knew he was well and truly trapped by two foot-fiends, his worst nightmare!
"How do they taste Darren!" teased Carl
"Mmmmmm fucking amazing Carl, oh fuck this will be one hellish time for you Ian you be sure of that!" taunted Darren
Carl took over and licked each foot slowly up to the toes. The taste was so appealing salty and musky
"Yeah lick those fuckin' feet Carl." said Darren
Carl neeeding no verbal encouragement slobbering all around both soles savouring their taste taking each toe in his mouth and sucking it as he did a dick presented to him, swirling his tongue around each toe which guys who liked having their feet worshipped would have enjoyed but Carl and Darren fixated on doing because Ian's reactions from the start being the same, it was hellish torment for him!
"You remember step-brother lifting the sheets and waking you with toes sucked, soles licked then having enjoyed them alone calling his Dad to help, well reckon you will when me and Carl work over a foot each, we'll have other guys licking your balls, sucking your dick, fingering your hole too and yeah licking and sucking your nipples like you said you would love to hate happening but what will be hell for you and will be on the agenda is that all the time Ian they'll be someone playing with your feet; so think you better tell us some of what was done to you while we take a break!" said Darren.
Ian had no choice and said how his feet would be secured and tongue teased as one of them and his step-dad and step-brother would alternate, one of them bend back his toes making his sole taut as the other would run his tongue from the middle of his arches to his toes, the base of his toes. Each toe was sucked nibbled, and licked between as he gasped and giggled as the tongue explored the soles of his feet and fingers trace under his toes. They'd rake their teeth lightly along the soles of his feet and subject him to concentrated tickling strokes in the arch area of his bare soles and slide fingers up n' dowm them!"
"Right sounds pretty much like we're doing so they had the right idea, go on tell us more fucker or we will make it a worse experience!" said Carl
"HAAAAAAHHAAAHAAHHAAHHA" Carl proved his point ticklng both feet simultaneously "NONONOONONONNOOAHAHHAHA" Ian went ballistic but knew he had to continue telling his story of abuse to his torturers so continued spilling as the feet tickles stopped!
Taking a foot each they's finger walk along his soles seeing who could make Ian squirm the most and finding most ticklish areas turn his ticklishness up working on these areas and Ian knew he had to tell them, his toes and the centre of his soles and saw Darren and Carl wink at eachother as Carl said this information was good to know! His ticklers loved tickling his feet simultaneously as they also liked to work their teeth over his feet especially along his arches adding to his hysteria! His step-brother alsp liked to tickle his rib cage making him shudder more and use his his thumbs to graze over his nipples and then alternately tickle the sides of his pecs with his fingers and both loved sliding their fingers in his sweaty armpits but their greatest and most intense focus was his feet, his sensitive, hyper-ticklish bare feet as he was unable to keep his feet from shaking against their tickling, tormenting fingers and tongues which were especially effective on his ticklish toes but their tongue lickling all over his feet was torture!
"Mmmm yeah like this then!" said Darren as he sucked on the toes of Ian's right foot as Carl copied the action with Ian's left foot and gobbled his toes in their mouths at the same time and danced their tongues all over Ian's feet.
"NOOOOHEEEHEEEHEESTAAAPAHAHAHAHATOOMUCHAHAHAHA!" begged Ian as Carl was running his tongue all over Ian's big right foot while Darren used his fingers to dance across the sole and toes of his left one and they alternated the torment techniques!
"HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHEEHEEHEEPLEASESTOPHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA"
"Okay Carl think we could use those ice cubes on his feet, cool 'em down a bit and then the hairdryer and heat them up as this will take some time and it'll be fun to check out on line and see if anyone is available to assist us or maybe call Mick and Lucas over?" said Darren
"Yeah 'Fire n' Ice' that sounds like a plan, let's enjoy him all to ourselves before others join us!" said Carl going to the kichen to get some ice cubes!
