bigmac_nv
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This story is a project by myself and my from JerryB from Cali. It is a long story that builds up the personal thoughts and conversation between the macho Boss and the younger employee who seeks revenge on his former boss. This contains, tickling, cum control with bondage and sex. Let me know what you think [email protected]
Paul Adams was a successful real estate agent running a thriving property sales and management company in the Southern California area. Even though the economy hit most companies hard, Paul used his skills to lease out buildings and property to government agencies to keep his company operating in the black. Standing 6’2 with a solid build he managed his 220 pounds well at 43 years of age, keeping his athletic look that got him all the girls through high school and college. Married for 18 years to his beautiful wife Crystal, he had two boys age 14 and 16. He was always the talk of the neighborhood with his large six bedroom home complete with pool and Jacuzzi. Paul’s features were striking with his golden tan, perfect smile and hardy laugh; he dressed in the best suits, expensive ties and always the top of the line shoes at work.
At home he was more casual wearing faded jeans, t-shirts and casual flip-flops that expose his flawless size 12’s. Sporting meaty toes, his feet tops were lightly tanned and so soft because he used a thick cream to keep his soles and toes looking good. Secretly, Paul was transfixed with how nice his feet looked and imagined other people staring at and admiring his feet. It was a secret passion that he kept to himself, often wondering where he developed this keen interest and obsession with his feet. Perhaps it was the bullying he received from a couple of neighborhood brothers who would pin him down and often pull of his shoes and socks exposing his bare feet as they mocked him that his feet were soft and ticklish. He was only 13 at the time, but the attention they would spend on his feet, tickling him until he cried was the root cause of his obsession.
Paul was well liked at work and often was the center of attention to all the guys and gals, playing favorites to the more macho kind of guys, leaving the regulars to do most of the work that made Paul so successful. He was the leader of the company, taking the lead at company events, picnics and also stared as the captain on the company softball team.
Paul's rise to the top earned him a few enemies along the way. One particular individual was a hard working assistant Matthew Green, who spent many late nights and weekends working government contracts that turned out to be a gold mine for Paul and the company. The problem for Matt was he was more of a nerdy accountant type, slender build, pale skin and very average looking. He was passed over for a sales position that he thought should have gone to him, but instead went to a big breasted brunette that laughed like a wild animal at all of Paul’s jokes. But after suffering for another year with the company, Matt was finally hired by a competing real estate office last month. He was plotting how he could take back contracts and also secretly wanted to teach his macho boss Paul a lesson in life.
It's not that Matt didn't think Paul was attractive. Actually, when he interviewed with Paul three years ago he had to keep himself from staring. Paul was hunky and charismatic, even if he was 15 years older than Matt. Matt was gay, but didn't exactly come across to people that way at first. He spiked his hair and wore trendy clothes that tended to be black. Even though he was only average looking with a lean trim body, he at least looked current. He usually was attracted to younger men in their early 20's but sometimes he liked an older type. Still, 15 years was pushing his age limit. But it wasn't just Paul's good looks that made him attractive, but his confidence. Matt busted his ass for two years working for a promotion. Then he got passed up for that bimbo.
If Matt had his way, he'd take Paul to a sex club, tie him up and humiliate him in front of a crowd of players. Matt was a Dom in his private life and he had plenty of experience putting guys in their place, finding exactly how to break them down and make them bow to his sexual experience. He could read men like books, seeing what turned them on and what frightened them. Often it was the same thing when sex was involved.
As life goes, Matt found his opportunity at the softball championship game last week. To keep up appearances, Matt played on Paul's softball team. He made the commitment before missing out on the promotion as a way to be "one of the guys" and improve his odds of advancement. While he kept his commitment to the team for the year, Matt was not exactly an athlete and now he was unmotivated. Six weeks earlier Matt was pulled from left field after dropping a ball that he should have caught, but he lost it in the sun. His replacement was a secretary who was 10 years older than him. That was the last straw. He quit the team knowing that 2 weeks later he would be working for a new company.
Last week the two companies faced off in the championship game with a picnic to follow for everyone to attend. Even though Matt didn’t play, he made sure he was at the game and picnic, to hopefully get a chance to get back at his ex-boss. The game ended with Paul’s company winning the championship which Matt knew would inflate his ex-boss’s head even more. He stood under a tree about 30 feet away watching Paul drinking beer from his SUV’s open tail gate as his followers showered him with praise.
As the crowd moved away, Matt noticed Paul take off his cleats and slowly peeled his sports socks off, brushing off some dirt. Paul seemed mesmerized with his bare foot, flexing his toes, turning his foot sideways, and then doing the same to the other. As he slid them into his flip-flops he stopped gazing at his feet. Paul looked up and froze as he saw Matt staring at him with a knowing smile creeping across his lips. He didn't know why but he felt like he had been caught naked. He shook off the feeling and decided to go say hello to Matt.
"Hey buddy, how is it working out for you at the other office? I hear it was a great opportunity for advancement," said Paul while extending his hand.
Matt shook hands with him and they chatted for a minute. He complimented Paul on the win and then told him what a nice pair of flip-flops he was wearing. Paul was a little taken back by the compliment. It reminded him of the way he complimented subordinates and women about their clothes. It's a nice thing to say but sometimes it was a bit embarrassing. Did Matt really like his flip-flops or was he noticing Paul's attention to his own feet?
After a few minutes of talking, Paul decided to be the bigger man and extend an invitation to Matt to his company's victory celebration at Steve Hopkins' house. He said everyone would be glad to see him again and catch up with what he was doing. Matt accepted so they each got into their cars and drove off to the post picnic celebration.
The after game party was fun with everyone glad to see Matt which helped him blend into the party. He watched intensely from across the room as Paul drank lots of beer. Matt made sure to keep him supplied by bringing him a new one each time he went empty. Paul made a snide comment about how he missed Matt at the office since his new intern didn’t know how to make coffee (all his buddies laughed). Matt just laughed with them. He was intent on his plan, but smooth in his tactics to make sure his ex-boss was drunk enough not to drive, but not too drunk. He wanted Paul able to interact when Matt finally had him in his control.
At one point during the party, Paul was sitting on the couch, and Matt took a seat next to him making small talk as they ate. Paul dropped some dip on the top of his foot and Matt was quick to say, “Oops, let me get that for you Paul”, wiping away the dip from the top of his foot with a napkin. "Can’t have your pretty feet all dirty can we?" he whispered and winked at the surprised business man. Paul could only stutter out weak thanks as he curled his toes defensively, but also found himself a bit aroused by the attention Matt seemed to be paying to his flawless feet. Matt quickly changed the subject and mentioned a baseball collection that his grandfather has passed down to him. Paul, being the big sports fan, asked many questions about the autographs.
Paul knew Matt was gay but like a lot of powerful straight men he felt naturally superior to gay men. He enjoyed catching them looking at him once in a while. It wasn't the same as having a woman admire him. It usually brought out his "alpha male" side. He wasn't sure, but he got the impression Matt may be putting some moves on him. He wondered if Matt had a foot fetish. As he took another sip of his sixth beer Paul imagined what it might be like to have this guy under his big feet, maybe even making him lick his soles. After all, his feet were pretty sexy if he had to say so himself. The whole idea was intriguing.
Later, with only a handful of people left at the party, Paul needed a ride home and luckily Matt was there to offer up his services. Matt knew he could use the hook of the baseball collection to get Paul to his condo and, he hoped, helplessly bound and submissive. Matt wasted no time in bringing up the baseball collection again which Paul quickly agreed to stop and see, explaining that since his wife and kids were out of town this weekend he had no reason to rush home.
They entered Matt’s condo which was at a secluded end of the complex. As he slipped out of his sneakers, Matt told Paul to take off his flip-flops since he just had the carpets cleaned. Paul hesitated as the younger man smiled knowingly at him, again putting Paul in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable position with this young ex-employee. He liked the attention to his feet, but didn't want to lead the guy on. Matt sensed his apprehension so he upped the ante by complimenting how nice his big feet looked, “You must really take care of them” he teased. Paul felt himself blush and quickly changed the subject asking where the baseball collection was. "Oh it’s down the hallway last door on the right. Let me get us a beer and I’ll meet you down there," replied Matt as he strode over to the kitchen.
Paul walked down the hall and noticed the first bedroom had several pieces of what looked like bondage equipment. There was a four-poster bed, an impressive wooden stock in the corner, some leather restraints and what looked like and X-frame in against the far wall. His curiosity got to him and he found himself in the room looking at the equipment.
“Like what you see?”
This startled Paul. "Uh-no, is this what you are into?" he asked feeling that the air was becoming more sexually charged. He didn't realize Matt was such a pervert.
"This is just my rec room, some people like it. You've probably seen better setups, but I think this is a pretty good play space.
"Actually, I've only seen photos of equipment like this," Paul said.
"You're not telling me you never been tied up?"
Paul didn't quite expect that question, but he didn't want to sound inexperienced. To keep his cool demeanor he told Matt that Crystal had tied him up a couple of times. It was the beer talking. The younger ex-employee challenged him to give details. Paul tried but was not very convincing.
Matt teased him some more, “I think you are not being honest Paul, but I’ll give you a chance to see how it feels to be restrained, if you are up to the challenge there big guy."
Paul was fascinated by the equipment. The stocks caught his eye. The black leather was thickly padded and finished with antique brass tacks around the edges. The framing looked like solid oak stained a dark walnut. It was a heavy piece of equipment, more like furniture. Matt noticed his fascination and pointed out some of the features of the piece and encouraged Paul to feel the leather and test the cushion. It took a few minutes, but he persuaded Paul to sit in the stocks to see how it felt. Paul was intrigued. He could feel his pulse beating faster as he sat down and swung his bare legs into the ankle frames. The padded seats made the stocks comfortable to sit in as Paul stuck his big feet into the stocks' ankle frames.
"A lot of guys get a thrill out of being restrained. Just like playing cops and robbers. Then again, some girly men do chicken out. You don't look like the kind of guy that would lose his nerve though," Matt teased.
Paul looked him in the eye as if to convince Matt that he was more than tough enough, and finally said "Fine; I’ll give you ten minutes."
Matt didn't give him time to reconsider. He lowered the top over the foot restraints with a loud thud and snapped the clip shut, sliding in place but not locking a padlock. Paul suddenly felt very vulnerable with the stocks top locked down securing his bare feet in the thickly padded openings. Instinctively he wiggled his feet to see if he could get free. "Not happening," ran through his mind. The stocks had a high leather padded chair back that extended at least two feet above Paul's head and adjusted so the stocks felt like a high-backed chair.
Matt took the beer from Paul and told him to "try this" as he used padded cuffs to bind his hands together. The cuffs had metal rings attached that would easily hook onto anything. Paul was new to the scene and asked why he had to bind his hands like this? Silently Matt tightened the cuffs, pulled Paul’s arms over his head and attached him to a hook that Paul had not noticed before at the top of the chair back. With his elbows by his ears, Paul's arms were pulled tightly over his head. He tested the bonds trying to wiggle free, but could only shake a bit as his shirt rode up just enough to expose his lower stomach covered in fur.
Matt stood back and admired his helpless ex-boss as he struggled to escape, which is natural reaction the first time you are bound. Paul looked so helpless sitting there with his flawless, salmon pink soled size 12 feet poking out of the stocks, wiggling back and forth. His arms stretched nicely over his head and his big biceps were pinned next to his pretty-boy face. Matt eyed the light hair exposed under his belly button and the tufts of hair peeking out from the arm pits of his t-shirt.
Feeling helpless, Paul finally spoke up, "Not bad dude, but you can go ahead and let me go now." Matt thought he could hear a note of fear in his voice as he walked around the stocks and sat on a foot stool directly in front of the footrests. He let Paul’s feet press lightly against his stomach. This made Paul instinctively wiggle his feet which felt good as they massaged Matt's soft stomach.
"Passed me over for promotion Paul, remember that?" Paul’s mouth went dry as Matt continued his calm account of how he was passed over for that bimbo Carol. "So Paul, its payback time don’t you think?"
Paul shook his arms in his bonds with a new passion to escape, but he was helpless and he knew it. He tried to sound tough, yelling at Matt, "I'll kick your ass if he didn’t let me go, RIGHT NOW!"
Matt smiled, looked down at Paul’s bound feet, then back at Paul. "You have the nicest feet, boss, and I’m going to make them mine before the end of the night."
“Stop talking and let me out of here.”
“Shut up Paul.” He leaned forward, aggressively resting his arms on top of the stocks, forcing Paul’s feet backwards as they pressed tighter against Matt's lower abdomen. “You aren't going anywhere for a while. I've been watching you since you first walked into this room. You walked right over to this little toy here and started admiring it. You felt the soft leather while I showed you how well made a piece of equipment it is, how well padded, how solidly built. You sat down as soon as I invited you to sit, and then you put your ankles in the stocks for me. I didn't need to do a thing because you wanted to be locked up and you really wanted to try this machine in particular.”
“You look nervous,” teased Matt as he leaned back and took in Paul’s manly feet. “You look good with your feet in the stocks. I've tied up some guys with incredible foot fetishes and you have better feet than any of them. You have perfectly trimmed healthy nails and not a callous or piece of dry skin to be found. But all the best foot guys take great care of their feet. Not only are your feet perfectly soft and pink, they are wide man feet with strong tendons and tufts of light brown hair over every long straight toe. I bet that because they are so perfect, they must be perfectly ticklish too.”
Paul's began squirming, “Okay Matt, this has been fun; a good joke. But it's time to let me go...”
“Shhhhhh. Let me get my toy box out.” Matt reached under the front of the stocks and removed a small wooden box that he placed in front of Paul's feet at the foot of the bench. From Paul's perspective, there was nothing to see as the wide ankle stocks hid everything, even his toes.
“Paul, I have a selection of things to stimulate you. I think I will begin with these feathers. I bet your feet would appreciate the different sensation each of them gives. Soft, sharp, teasing....” With that he took a small ostrich feather and waived it in the air before dragging it delicately across the tops of Paul's feet. Paul gasped as he felt it, like a thousand tiny insects crawling across him. Paul couldn't help but shiver as the hair on his legs stood on end. Matt fluttered the gossamer feather across his soles and wiggled it under his splayed toes, sending more shivers up Paul's trapped body.
Then, without saying a word, Matt used his right hand to lightly scratch the balls of Paul’s left foot with the tips of his fingers nails. They were just long and sharp enough to give a nice scratch. Paul's foot scrunched up, toes flexed a bit, then he wiggled his foot from side to side as he let out a giggle, then cussed out a storm of insults in a frantic play of escape.
“You asshole! Hehehehe, stop it, hehehehehe, no, stop! Don’t do that hehehehehehheheehe.” Matt stopped tickling and stared deeply into Paul’s eyes where he saw real fear and something else; a pleading look that normally took a couple of hours of torture to bring out in a bound subject.
“So that is it huh, Paul? Ticklish on these pretty feet of yours aren’t you?” He smiled as he pushed Paul’s toes back and ever so softly spider-scratched his fingers up and down the soles of Paul’s feet. His touch was light but more than enough to get Paul grunting and thrashing almost instantly. His laugh started out low, as if he was fighting the sensation being applied to his soft soles, but as Matt worked his fingers faster and with a harder touch Paul's laughter got louder. Matt had played with many men over the years, young, middle aged, married, str8 (so they said) and gay men. He always took his time breaking them. It normally took a couple of hours to before they were completely submissive. Matt could sense that Paul, with his “off the chart” sensitive feet, would take no time to break if he kept this up, so he decided to change it up a bit.
Of course Matt wanted to see his ex-boss pleading with him to let him go but, more than anything else, he wanted to make it so good for him that Paul would come back for more. Poor Paul was already red faced, sweat already staining his pits, as he breathed heavily. One thing Matt didn’t expect as he looked Paul up and down was the tent in front of his shorts. It was obvious his ex-boss was sporting a raging hard-on judging from the strain in the fabric.
“Let’s make you comfy there Paul.” Paul cowered as Matt approached, lifted his t-shirt up over his head, and pushed the shirt into the restraints so it couldn’t slip back down his arms. He had a thickly muscled chest covered in hair that tapered down to his flat stomach, past the belly button and disappeared into his shorts. Matt’s hands playfully caressed his chest hairs, making sure to tweak each nipple as his hands found their way to his stomach fur making Paul squirm at the light touch. Matt could see Paul's still hard cock as he moved his hips in an obvious attempt to massage his aching member against the fabric of his shorts.
“Nice try, sneered Matt. We’ll have none of that until I say so.” He quickly unbuckled Paul’s shorts, ignoring Paul’s protests, pulled them down to the ankle stocks. His pre-cum spotted Jockey underwear was trying to hide an enormous cock. Matt walked over to the bed side table, opened the drawer and took out a large pair of scissors. He flourished them dramatically knowing Paul would be scared at the sight of the scissors. That was precisely what Matt wanted as he slowly pulled the underwear sides away from Paul’s skin, and cut them from his body. Paul made his first big mistake calling Matt a ****** as the shorts were pulled from him. Matt used the shredded underwear to slowly rub clean Paul’s pre-cum from his swollen cock. Matt had to admit it was a nice sight to see. He estimated it was an eight inch cock, thick and cut, with a nice plum size head and two big sagging balls that Matt couldn’t wait to play with.
“You think I’m a ******? Who is sitting here with a stick popping out?” Matt challenged as he forcefully grabbed Paul’s cock in a nice grip that made the man give out a small grunt. “You didn’t respect me at work, but before this weekend is over, you are going to be my play toy. I know your weakness there tickle boy, and I’m going to work every inch of your body including this nice cock and balls of yours. You will be so horned up at first, but when I’m done, you will be totally spent. Oh yeah, and all this fun is being recorded,” he said as he pointed to an odd shaped device protruding from the wall that, on closer examination, Paul could tell was actually a camera. “Oh, and up there,” Matt pointed to the ceiling where the bottom of the ceiling fan contained another well hidden camera. “Yeah, I started the cameras when I got the beers, so everything so far has been recorded. Of course everything else this weekend has to offer will be recorded as well.”
Paul felt his heart drop. His stature at work and his macho reputation with the guys and gals were in jeopardy. “Now I’m no asshole Paul. You play along with me, let your inhibitions go away this weekend, and nobody will have to know what has happened here. Got it?” Paul found himself nodding as his cock slowly shrunk at the turn of events.
With that Matt began a constant random stroking over Paul's soles. Paul jerked and tried to pull his feet away but the best he could manage was to waive them around, tickling himself more in the process. “No!, Ha ha ha ha ha, no Stohahahahap, ha ha ha ha....” he begged, trailing off to constant laughter. Matts nails were just the right length to elicit hysteria. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......please, please please ha ha ha ha....”
“Yes, it is pleasing, isn't it?”
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha....no, no no....ha ha ha ha ha”
“Oh, not there? How about here?”
No! nononononono...please ha ha ha ha ha”
“Oh, back where I was tickling was better? Anything you want.”
The finger nail tickling went on for at least ten minutes, leaving Paul covered in sweat. Then Matt reached into his box of toys and removed an electric toothbrush. “I don't think you brushed enough today,” said Matt as he flicked the switch. Paul heard the high pitched hum for a second just before the tips of the brush vibrated between his big and first toe and then began slowly stroking the tender skin under and between all his toes. Back and forth the brush went, never growing tired.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” Paul screamed as the brush gently tortured his left foot. As the torture continued he seemed to grow more and more ticklish and less able to even form words or beg for mercy. “HAAAAA, hahahahahahahahahahaaaa....” It was like electricity shorting out all control of his body. All he could do was jerk and laugh.
After several minutes of working on the left toes, Matt repeated the process on the right foot. “Ah! Hahahahahahahahahaha” Long, minutes were spent exploring every crevice between every toe. The relentlessly vibrating bristles tickled more than anything he ever recalled feeling in his life.
“I think your toes are brushed. Now it is time for your instep,” said Matt as he began slowly dragging the vibrating brush up and down the high, wide arch of Paul's right foot.
“No no no no no no no no ho ho ho ho ho.....” Paul laughed as he tried to wiggle his foot out of danger. By now he was breathing heavy and growing too weak to thrash around much. And then, with sweat dripping into his eyes, Paul felt the brush begin a slow, ticklish climb up his calf muscle.
The change shocked him. It was not as ticklish as his feet, but he knew exactly where this was going and it both scared and excited him. In fact, Paul realized he was very excited indeed. His saw that his big cock was standing tall and waving back and forth as he laughed. The electric brush was approaching his knee and he realized that it was tickling more. In fact, it tickled a lot. As the brush made contact with the back of his left knee, he screamed and then settled into nearly silent laughter. He could not move his knee like he could wiggle his feet and so he couldn't block any of the sensation as his entire body shorted out. And still his big dick betrayed him. It stood up proudly and was actually dripping pre-cum.
It had been nearly 30 minutes of relentless tickle torture before Matt stopped. Paul continued to giggle as he sagged in his bonds. He felt exhausted. His throat was dry and his shoulders ached from struggling. He could still feel the tingling in his feet from the relentless tickling. He also had never felt so exhilarated. His system was flooded with endorphins making him intoxicated with mirth.
Matt brought a bottle of water to his lips and he drank greedily from it, nearly choking. It soothed his dry throat and cooled his overheated body. Then, before he was completely recovered, Matt slipped a padded leather blindfold over his eyes and secured it with Velcro tightly to his head. He was now in darkness and could not hear Matt's movements in the room.
A minute or two passed and still he heard nothing. His nerves were on edge, waiting for something to happen. Then he felt something very delicate touch his right knee and begin slowly creeping up his inner thigh, stopping just before reaching his groin. Then he felt a similar thing on his inner left thigh, skirting his crotch and circling over his lower abdomen, just missing his swollen penis. The light tickling now began in two different places and began dancing around his inner thighs and belly. Feathers! They began moving up his sides and danced around his neck.
He began giggling like a little boy. He couldn't help it. The feathers tickled so well. They teased around his nipples and traced patterns along his biceps and into the hollows of his sweaty armpits. His giggling increased. God it tickled! “Stop, he he he he he, stop, he he he he he, ple he he he he se he he he stop....” The feathers continued, until Paul began twisting in his bonds and then the feathers stopped. Silence.
“'''AHHHHH, HA, HA, HA, HA. Oh my God! No, no no no, he he he he he....” Paul screamed as he felt a single feather trace delicate circles around his balls. He realized that his cock was rock hard and more sensitive than he could ever imagine. Then there were two feathers teasing his balls and sometimes tickling his cock. He was laughing and begging and never felt so horny in his life.
Paul couldn’t remember the last time his cock throbbed this bad. His balls were so sensitive each time the feathers glided and flicked he bounced like a kid on a sugar rush trying his best to intensify the maddening touch. As Matt worked the stiff feather skillfully over his swollen head, he actually heard Paul whimper as he picked up the pressure just enough to make Paul think he had a chance to cum.
Matt was so turned on as his skills seemed to work magic over the once proud stud. His finger work, taunting words and now his feather skills were quickly breaking down Paul’s defenses as he realized his own cock was hurting from the constant erection. He paused long enough to walk behind Paul and release the blindfold so he could taunt his ex-boss some more. Matt whispered ever so softly in Paul’s ear, “How bad do you want to cum Paul?” Before he could answer Matt’s fingers lightly brushed his armpit hairs making Paul squeal and twist in his bonds. His fingers were agile as he slowly worked them up Paul’s arms with a deadly light touch that made his sensitive skin want to crawl out. Matt was very good at his torment, keeping a watchful eye on Paul’s massive cock he looked for any signs that the rod was losing strength and when it did he worked it backed to life. Matt teased him with some baby oil that he rubbed all over his hands then, grabbing Paul’s cock he worked the warm lotion over his cum filled balls. He used long slow strokes to torment Paul just enough to make him weak with lust, but not enough to climax.
Paul needed to cum and Matt knew it was almost time to let him release but first he had to give his bare soles a good ole fashion tickling. Matt sat on the stool facing Paul who was wide eyed and pleading for him not tickle his feet. Pouring some baby oil on his feet Matt broke out the electric toothbrush showing Paul the frayed brush head before he smiled and worked the vibrating toy over the balls of his left foot. Paul’s senses were on overload as he screeched and thrashed as far as the stocks would allow him. HA HA HA HA HA, stop stop HA HA HA HA, as the electric brush worked slowly from the balls of his foot over his arch down to the heel. Matt smiled as he teasingly worked the brush under his thick toes, one at a time, without rushing he tormented the stud jock with a methodic constant attack that visited every inch and crevice of his bound feet. Ten minutes of this torture had Paul a giggling mass of sweaty desperation. Matt was pleased as he eyed the beaten man who’s cock had lost some of it luster, but as Matt oiled up his hands he knew it wouldn’t take long to get the big guy to shoot and probably pass out.
Matt worked his warm hands slowly over Paul’s cock which grew to attention instantly as Paul moaned and grooved his hips in a gyrating movement. Matt worked his hand like a pump, stopping from time to time to roll his thumb over Paul’s purple swollen head in a counter clockwise circle. “Oh please”......begged Paul as he felt his cock was about to shoot out a hot stream but feared that his tormentor would once again stop the torturous hand-job. Paul felt his stomach flex as the first warm splash of cum shot from his large cock, making him cry out in a lustful growl and squeeze his eyes shut as he fought the lightheadedness that pushed him to the edge of darkness.
Matt knew he had to work fast while his tortured ex-boss was overcome by the explosive orgasm,. He released Paul’s arms, weak and tingly with the lack of blood flow, from the hanging cuffs that held them high for more than an hour. He quickly applied a wide Velcro cuff to Paul’s left wrist and with little fight; he applied the other cuff to his right wrist leaving his hands bound behind his back. While Paul’s feet were still locked in the stocks Matt strapped on some padded shackles and connected them at his ankles. Moving quickly he released the top of the stocks and got Paul to his feet making him shuffle towards the left side wall that supported the impressive X-Frame. Still getting his senses together, Paul tried to move away from the smoothly sanded and polished heavy wooden structure, but the slave shackles only allowed him to shuffle along. Pushing him against the X-Frame, Matt used a strap attached to the middle of the frame to secure Paul’s body against the structure. Realizing what was happening Paul fought to get free, but with his hands bound behind his back and his feet shackled only 6 inches apart, he realized he was trapped again.
Paul was exhausted. He had been tickled and teased for over an hour and the explosive orgasm left him weak and confused. Now he was strapped to the X-Frame, arms once again pulled up away from his body and secured, along with his legs, spreading him in an X formation. He tried to fight off his determined captor as his hands were worked out of the cuffs, but in his weakened state he was no match for Matt. Again, Paul was surprised how turned on he felt. His cock once again stood out at full mast as he watched his slightly built, pale skinned tormenter standing naked in front of him stroking his long slender uncut cock.
Matt was incredibly turned on by the torment he had given Paul and amazed how easy it was to maneuver the big guy from the stocks to the X-Frame. He always imagined getting this big guy helpless and at his mercy, but now he felt powerful as he man-handled his ex-boss. He couldn’t resist anymore and stroked his aching cock with a slow stroke, making Paul watch him. It was even more exciting for him to see Paul’s cock standing at attention again without any help except for the show Matt was now putting on. After only a few minutes he took himself to the edge. Matt's orgasm almost brought him to his own knees as he shot a long thick stream of hot cum. As he caught his breath and cleaned up a bit, Matt poured half a beer into his captive ex-boss making sure he got some nice big swigs of beer to keep him buzzed.
As he slowly stroked Paul’s cock, he teased the big man about his hard-on and wondered aloud what the wife would say when she saw the video of Paul being tickled and teased by the smooth, wiry Matt. He reached up, and ran his fingers through the patch of hair in Paul’s pits making him instantly burst out laughing as his cock bobbed up and down and occasionally brushed against Matt’s stomach. He could tell the light tickle touch was maddening and that his cock bouncing against Matt's firm slender body was enough to make Paul lust for another orgasm. Matt’s fingers worked down his sides slowly dancing along his ribs one at a time. He took his time teasing Paul’s nipples, relishing the reaction as Paul moaned, his knees buckling slightly and his cock twitching in response. He methodically ran his fingers lightly over his captive’s firm hairy stomach, making spider circles that caused Paul giggle like a school girl.
Matt stepped back to admire his handiwork. The beefy 43 year old daddy stretched before him made quite a handsome addition to the room. He took a minute to adjust the camera angles so he had a good view of him from two directions. Then he went to his toy chest on the other side of the room to gather a few things. He returned with a set of clover nipple clamps held together by a weighty chrome chain. Also in his hands were a small wooden box, like a pencil box, and a ball stretcher. The ball stretcher was black silicone, thick and 1 1/2 inches wide.
First Matt took the ball stretcher and wrapped it around Paul's nuts. It gripped him firmly but comfortably and its weight made Paul's nuts hang lower and swing back and forth between his spread legs. He then took Paul's right nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it out from his body. He applied a nipple clamp expertly behind the hardened nipple, gently releasing it and allowing it to grip tightly as Paul moaned. He then took the left nipple in hand and applied the other clamp, allowing the heavy chain to dangle between the pinched nipples. He jiggled and released the chain, eliciting another moan from his captive. The effect on Paul's cock was immediate and noticeable.
“You seem to like that,” said Matt as he began gently teasing Paul's armpit hair. Now when Paul giggled he could feel his nipples tugged by the chain as the clamps tightened their grip. The pinching was sending tingles to his heavy balls as they bounced between his thighs. Matt began randomly tickling him, poking his ribs, stomach, thighs and pits until Paul was jumping around, laughing and moaning. As he twisted on the X-frame Paul noticed that his cock had pumped up and was also bouncing back and forth against his thighs.
Again Matt paused as he opened the small wooden box. Inside was a chrome rolling pinwheel of sharp little points on a six inch handle. He held the little device up for Paul to examine. “I bet you have never played with a toy like this, have you Paul?”
“What is that for?” he asked with more than a little fear in his voice.
“This is a Wartenberg wheel. It is a nerve stimulator. I am going to do a few scientific tests to see just how sensitive you are. It will be very...educational.” With that he raised the wheel to Paul's fore-arm, touching the sharp points to the soft skin just below his wrist. He then began slowly dragging the wheel down Paul's arm towards the soft skin of his arm pit. Paul gasped and tried to pull away. The closely set points felt almost like a sharp blade being dragged down his arm. As the wheel approached his defenseless pit, the points seemed even sharper, making him jump back a bit. Paul quickly realized that moving too quickly was a mistake as the wheel poked him more sharply, digging ever so slightly more as his body rocked back and forth. That only made him jump again, jiggling the chain between the nipple clamps and making his balls sway.
Now Paul froze to avoid poking himself with the wheel or further jiggling his aching nipples. Noticing this, Matt began lightly drawing the wheel around the sensitive areas of Paul's body in long sweeping arches, pit to stomach, stomach to nipple, across his inner thigh. As he noticed that the wheel was not actually cutting his skin, Paul became less frightened and began to focus on the intense but ever changing sensations. It hurt, but it sort of tickled at the same time as the slow random torture continued on and on. He began to beg, “No, please, no, don't use that on me. No, ho, ho, ho, please, ouch, oh, he he he he, stop.”
Paul couldn't help himself and began lightly dancing on his toes, trying to avoid the needle-like touches. That only made his tit clamps and balls sway even more. “No, Eeeek, stop. Ho, ho, ho, please stop!”
“Paul, you really need to hold still, otherwise you could hurt yourself.” Matt ran the torture device across his outer thigh and up the side of his ass towards Paul's ribs. “Here, let's see how sensitive your chest is,” Matt said and he began dragging the wheel around his nipples and in arches around Paul's furry chest. By now Paul was trembling. He was trying to hold still but his tremors caused his tit clamps to vibrate, further pinching his numbing nipples. His chest was on fire with sensation.
“He, he, he, he, stop, please stop, no, not my nipples.”
“As you wish,” said Matt as he squatted in front of his captive. He then began dragging the device up and down Paul's inner thighs, inching closer to his tightly stretched ball sack.
“NO!, no, not there!”
“You really need to make up your mind, Paul. See how difficult you are making this,” said Matt as he ran the wheel along his instep and across his toes. This made Paul laugh and jump and dance on his toes. Finally, after another minute or so of torture, Matt stood and put the wheel back in its box. Paul sagged in his bonds in relief.
He then walked directly up to Paul, just a few inches from his face. Confidently he took hold of the left nipple clamp. Firmly holding Paul's chest and while looking him directly in the eyes, he squeezed the clamp, releasing it from the abused nipple.
Fire! It felt like his nipple was on fire as the blood rushed back into it. Paul could not help but moan loudly as his nipple flushed with color. It took a moment for him to gain control of his breathing. When he looked up, his eyes met Matt's. A sexy, evil leer crept across Matt's face as he took hold of the second clamp.
“No, wait, UGH!” Paul groaned as the second clamp was released. His body twisted on the X-frame and he rocked back and forth to sooth the pain. Matt then took an ostrich feather from the bench and began brushing it across Paul's sensitized chest. This made Paul twist and squirm more, but as the sensation continued the urge to giggle began to win out. In only a few seconds Paul was dancing once again trying to escape the relentless delicate tickling. His heavy balls were bouncing and his cock grew to full mast. Placing the feather down, Matt poured some lubricant on Paul's cock and began stroking it very slowly. Paul’s eyes pleaded with Matt to let him cum as his raging cock throbbed ans the small warm hands worked their magic. Once again Paul’s stomach fluttered then a huge stream of cum shot out in thick streams as he lustful groans of satisfaction echoed throughout the room.
Matt worked quickly, releasing his weakened boss from the X-frame as he half carried the big man to the four post bed. Paul was beaten, sexually exhausted and apparently broken enough where he offered no resistance to Matt. The cool sheets felt good on his skin as he was stretched out face down with his arms pulled to each corner of the bed, then his ankles secured to the lower bed posts with his manly size 12 feet hanging slightly off the edge of the matress.
Matt stood back, impressed at his power over Paul, his cock raged at the naked muscular man helplessly bound to his bed. Matt thought Paul might be ready to take it up a level. To see where Paul was mentally with the situation he crawled up between his legs and slowly climbed on top of his back, resting his head on Paul’s back between his shoulders. He worked his cock between Paul’s ass crack, positioning it snugly between his powerful butt cheeks as his hands caressed his sides. Paul was tense at first, but as Matt purred and slowly pumped his hips, he raised his ass up, inviting Matt’s raging cock.
It was all Matt could do to resist taking the married stud right there. The fact that Paul was inviting Matt’s cock to his vulnerable virgin ass was a turn-on that he almost couldn’t resist, but he knew he had to work Paul a little longer to make him totally submissive. He reluctantly crawled off of him and said in a husky voice "You'll have to wait just a bit longer before he can enjoy that."
Matt went to one of his toy drawers and grabbed the baby oil, an ink pen and a very used whisk brush. He sat on a comfy chair facing Paul’s cuffed right foot as it lay perfectly trapped off the edge of the bed. Using a long boot lace he secured the foot by its big toe to the bottom of the bed frame so all Paul could do was slightly wiggle his foot. “Time to apply some baby oil to his soft warm soles,” Matt announced to no one in particular. He teased the lubricated sole with his finger nail, then begand to trace out every crevice with this ball point pen. Paul’s was snapped out of his lustful state of fantasy and back into the torment of being tickled. The pen tickled like mad as Matt traced his foot crevices that seem to go everywhere from his under toes to the sides of his ankles. The sensation was new and unfamiliar, making each new trace that much more maddening. The worst part was the inability for him to move his foot except for a slight wiggle motion. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA – hehehheehehhee, his laughter at times muffled from the mattress, other times it echoed off the walls as he struggled, wildly clawing at the matress.
Matt’s cock throbbed as he knew the ex-boss was totally helpless and broken. Matt would have his way with Paul tonight, tomorrow, and anytime he wanted the 6’2 hunk of a businessman. After several long minutes he stopped the tormenting trace of the pen. Letting Paul rest a few minutes, he filled a bucket with warm water and soaped up the whisk brush. "It's time to clean up the ink." He knew the sensation from the scruffy brush would push Paul over the top. He scrubbed the brush hard over his heels, slowly working up his pinkish soles, making sure not to rush as Paul bounced and thrashed like a maniac. "All done with your bath," Matt announced. As the soapy water dripped from his toes, Paul’s laughter had turned to a light giggle-sob of a broken man. Eyeing the tight, powerful ass that glistened with sweat, Matt decided the next step was to introduce the virgin ass to some new toys.
He grabbed a white goose feather and a wide sable makeup brush from his toy box. The goose feather had an eight inch ridge, perfect for drawing long, delicate lines. The makeup brush was soft, as delicate as a fur coat, but more compact and stiffer.
After a moment of rest Paul jumped as he felt the sharp, delicate edge of the feather run up between his as cheeks. He felt the feather drag slowly, up and down the deep canyon of his ass. He giggled a bit, but it felt wonderful. He found himself wiggling his ass and pushing up onto his knees as best he could. Then, he felt the feather graze the center of his hole. A ticklish shock went through his body as he opened his sensitive portal while stifling his giggles in the matress. It was incredibly ticklish, but the most amazing erotic sensation.
Matt freed Paul's ankles from their straps as he dragged the feather up and down his ass. His cock was dripping as he watched Paul instictively arch up on his knees, exposing his ass to the delicate torture. He then took the makeup brush and began brushing Paul's furry balls.
What an amazing sensation. Paul began moaning as he felt his sweaty balls being delicately brushed. It felt so good, all he could do was spread his legs more to give Matt easier access to his dangling gonads. Soon he felt the brush moving up his crack, and then down again to his balls and even along his rigid shaft. Up and down, up and down. It was a wonderful feeling, especially each time the brush lingered over his winking pucker. And then suddenly, the brush was gone, replaced with something warm and soft and wet.
Matt dove in, licking up and down Paul's sensitive ass. Soon he was eating him out. His ass smelled of his musky sweat, but was clean and ready to eat. He probed deeply with his hungry tongue, nibbling kissing and opening Paul's pink hole.
At first Paul tried to pinch his tired ass cheeks together thinking how nasty this was having his ass eaten. He had done it a few times to women and he loved to eat pussy, but he had never been rimmed before. But his protest only lasted a moment before he melted into the sensual feeling of a warm wet tongue moving up and down his crack and darting in and out of his hole. It was one of the most wonderful sensations he ever felt. Soon was resting his head on the matress, eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed his hungry ass back into Matt's face. It was the most erotic thing he had ever felt to that moment.
Then the tongue was replaced by a very slick digit massaging the rim of his ass. It felt like Matt's thumb circling his hole. He could feel more lubricant being drizzled down his crack as the manicured thumb massaged and soothed him. He spread his ass wide encouraging Paul to rub his ass more as his fingers tickled and teased around his nuts. It was the best feeling and it kept getting better as he relaxed and allowed Paul access to his most private area. And then he suddenly realized that the thumb was no longer playing along the rim. The slick digit was burried in his ass making little circular motions against his prostate as the fingers of the same hand stroked his pereanal area, dancing along his taint and under his danglng balls.
Matt settled into giving a long, slow, steady prostate massage. He rubbed Paul's hole from every angle, taking his time and making him moan. This was not going to be a rape. Matt gently stretched and relaxed Paul's oriface. This had been quite an evening and he wanted to top it off with a long slow screw. If Paul liked it as much as it seemed he would, there would be plenty of time to give him a rough ride in the future. As he continued to massage Paul's ass, Matt grabbed a condom off the nightstand. He paused a moment to put the condom on his throbbing cock before continuing the massage.
Waves of ecstasy radiated from Paul's hole from his head to his toes. He sighed and moaned as he pushed his hungry hole back onto Matt's finger. He hardly realized he already had two fingers buried in him as he drifted along the rolling waves of pleasure. The fingers remained deep in him as Matt repositioned himself behind him tugging on his low hanging balls. Then he felt the fingers withdraw and the blunt head of Matt's cock press up against his slick hole. For just a moment Paul was afraid of being penetrated by a nice sized cock. It was more than twice the length of Matt's fingers and nearly twice as big around. But Matt did not press in. He held his cockhead against the slick bunghole making small circles against the opening. Paul felt empty with the fingers withdrawn and began wiggling his ass and rocking back and forth, teasing his hole with the spongy mushroom head. Then, he suddenly realized that Matt's cock had breached the opening and was steadily pushing into him. In thirty seconds he could feel Matt's wiry pubic hair grinding against him. There was no pain, only an incredible fullness.
Matt paused for a moment to make sure Paul was comfortable and then began gently pumping his ex-boss's ass. For a minute or two he made short deep thrusts to get Paul used to the depth of the penetration, but gradually the thrusts became longer until he was using a long steady stroke. Paul arched his back, wiggling his ass up and soon he was pushing back and meeting him stroke for stroke. Paul was completely into it. Matt grabbed him by the hips and began pumping his butt, swatting his furry ass from time to time to make his hole clamp down, sending pulses of pleasure through their bodies.
Matt paused with his cock burried deep in Paul's ass and unfastened his wrists. "It is time to flip you over big guy," Matt said as he turned Paul's body on his cock, guiding his feet over his shoulders. Paul's dripping cock was now front and center between them. "Stroke yourself while I fuck you."
Paul grabbed his cock and started stroking but he realized that he was closer to the edge than he wanted to be. He wanted this to last a lot longer. Feeling obedient, he lightened his stroke, barely touching his cock. Every thrust brought him closer to cumming, but he knew he could hold out as long as he left his cock alone. "Fuck me!" he grunted, "oh God, fuck me!" His ass was twitching and his dripping cock was bouncing on his furry belly.
Then Matt took Paul's size 12s and pressed them to his face and began licking his soles as he fucked the big business man. "Oh, shit! Oh my God! I'm going to cum!" shouted Paul as Matt gnawed at his soles and fucked his ass. Paul lost all control and his cock began shooting over his belly without even being touched. The sudden tightening of Paul's ass brought Matt over the edge as he pumped his load into his ex-boss' ass. Then they both collapsed both exhausted and satisfied.
A few minutes later Matt got up to take a piss. He took his time cleaning himself up admiring himself in the bathroom. He went back to bed and collapsed next to his ex-boss and listened to him snore in the dim light. Matt broke the man completely and wondered if this was the only time it would happen, but secretly he believed the man would be back.
Sometime in the night he heard Paul get up from the bed. He contemplated telling the broken man to get back in bed, but instead he pretended to sleep as Paul entered the bathroom. Moments later he came back out. Matt was sure he would get dressed and sneak out. Much to his delight, the big man crept back into bed and nuzzled next to him, resting his body next to Matt's naked body. Matt couldn’t help it as his erection grew at the thought that he had taken the beaten man to a level that even he couldn’t resist. He began thinking about the next step. His plan was simple; he would shower with him in the morning and explain how their new friendship would play out. Paul would spend one night a month at Matt's place, tied tight, tickled and fucked until he was satisfied. The idea was so erotic, that Matt rolled over and kissed his new toy on the lips and started to stroke his large cock, waking him from his sleep. Paul moaned and smiled at him sheepishly as Matt kissed his soft lips, satisfied with his conquest.
Paul Adams was a successful real estate agent running a thriving property sales and management company in the Southern California area. Even though the economy hit most companies hard, Paul used his skills to lease out buildings and property to government agencies to keep his company operating in the black. Standing 6’2 with a solid build he managed his 220 pounds well at 43 years of age, keeping his athletic look that got him all the girls through high school and college. Married for 18 years to his beautiful wife Crystal, he had two boys age 14 and 16. He was always the talk of the neighborhood with his large six bedroom home complete with pool and Jacuzzi. Paul’s features were striking with his golden tan, perfect smile and hardy laugh; he dressed in the best suits, expensive ties and always the top of the line shoes at work.
At home he was more casual wearing faded jeans, t-shirts and casual flip-flops that expose his flawless size 12’s. Sporting meaty toes, his feet tops were lightly tanned and so soft because he used a thick cream to keep his soles and toes looking good. Secretly, Paul was transfixed with how nice his feet looked and imagined other people staring at and admiring his feet. It was a secret passion that he kept to himself, often wondering where he developed this keen interest and obsession with his feet. Perhaps it was the bullying he received from a couple of neighborhood brothers who would pin him down and often pull of his shoes and socks exposing his bare feet as they mocked him that his feet were soft and ticklish. He was only 13 at the time, but the attention they would spend on his feet, tickling him until he cried was the root cause of his obsession.
Paul was well liked at work and often was the center of attention to all the guys and gals, playing favorites to the more macho kind of guys, leaving the regulars to do most of the work that made Paul so successful. He was the leader of the company, taking the lead at company events, picnics and also stared as the captain on the company softball team.
Paul's rise to the top earned him a few enemies along the way. One particular individual was a hard working assistant Matthew Green, who spent many late nights and weekends working government contracts that turned out to be a gold mine for Paul and the company. The problem for Matt was he was more of a nerdy accountant type, slender build, pale skin and very average looking. He was passed over for a sales position that he thought should have gone to him, but instead went to a big breasted brunette that laughed like a wild animal at all of Paul’s jokes. But after suffering for another year with the company, Matt was finally hired by a competing real estate office last month. He was plotting how he could take back contracts and also secretly wanted to teach his macho boss Paul a lesson in life.
It's not that Matt didn't think Paul was attractive. Actually, when he interviewed with Paul three years ago he had to keep himself from staring. Paul was hunky and charismatic, even if he was 15 years older than Matt. Matt was gay, but didn't exactly come across to people that way at first. He spiked his hair and wore trendy clothes that tended to be black. Even though he was only average looking with a lean trim body, he at least looked current. He usually was attracted to younger men in their early 20's but sometimes he liked an older type. Still, 15 years was pushing his age limit. But it wasn't just Paul's good looks that made him attractive, but his confidence. Matt busted his ass for two years working for a promotion. Then he got passed up for that bimbo.
If Matt had his way, he'd take Paul to a sex club, tie him up and humiliate him in front of a crowd of players. Matt was a Dom in his private life and he had plenty of experience putting guys in their place, finding exactly how to break them down and make them bow to his sexual experience. He could read men like books, seeing what turned them on and what frightened them. Often it was the same thing when sex was involved.
As life goes, Matt found his opportunity at the softball championship game last week. To keep up appearances, Matt played on Paul's softball team. He made the commitment before missing out on the promotion as a way to be "one of the guys" and improve his odds of advancement. While he kept his commitment to the team for the year, Matt was not exactly an athlete and now he was unmotivated. Six weeks earlier Matt was pulled from left field after dropping a ball that he should have caught, but he lost it in the sun. His replacement was a secretary who was 10 years older than him. That was the last straw. He quit the team knowing that 2 weeks later he would be working for a new company.
Last week the two companies faced off in the championship game with a picnic to follow for everyone to attend. Even though Matt didn’t play, he made sure he was at the game and picnic, to hopefully get a chance to get back at his ex-boss. The game ended with Paul’s company winning the championship which Matt knew would inflate his ex-boss’s head even more. He stood under a tree about 30 feet away watching Paul drinking beer from his SUV’s open tail gate as his followers showered him with praise.
As the crowd moved away, Matt noticed Paul take off his cleats and slowly peeled his sports socks off, brushing off some dirt. Paul seemed mesmerized with his bare foot, flexing his toes, turning his foot sideways, and then doing the same to the other. As he slid them into his flip-flops he stopped gazing at his feet. Paul looked up and froze as he saw Matt staring at him with a knowing smile creeping across his lips. He didn't know why but he felt like he had been caught naked. He shook off the feeling and decided to go say hello to Matt.
"Hey buddy, how is it working out for you at the other office? I hear it was a great opportunity for advancement," said Paul while extending his hand.
Matt shook hands with him and they chatted for a minute. He complimented Paul on the win and then told him what a nice pair of flip-flops he was wearing. Paul was a little taken back by the compliment. It reminded him of the way he complimented subordinates and women about their clothes. It's a nice thing to say but sometimes it was a bit embarrassing. Did Matt really like his flip-flops or was he noticing Paul's attention to his own feet?
After a few minutes of talking, Paul decided to be the bigger man and extend an invitation to Matt to his company's victory celebration at Steve Hopkins' house. He said everyone would be glad to see him again and catch up with what he was doing. Matt accepted so they each got into their cars and drove off to the post picnic celebration.
The after game party was fun with everyone glad to see Matt which helped him blend into the party. He watched intensely from across the room as Paul drank lots of beer. Matt made sure to keep him supplied by bringing him a new one each time he went empty. Paul made a snide comment about how he missed Matt at the office since his new intern didn’t know how to make coffee (all his buddies laughed). Matt just laughed with them. He was intent on his plan, but smooth in his tactics to make sure his ex-boss was drunk enough not to drive, but not too drunk. He wanted Paul able to interact when Matt finally had him in his control.
At one point during the party, Paul was sitting on the couch, and Matt took a seat next to him making small talk as they ate. Paul dropped some dip on the top of his foot and Matt was quick to say, “Oops, let me get that for you Paul”, wiping away the dip from the top of his foot with a napkin. "Can’t have your pretty feet all dirty can we?" he whispered and winked at the surprised business man. Paul could only stutter out weak thanks as he curled his toes defensively, but also found himself a bit aroused by the attention Matt seemed to be paying to his flawless feet. Matt quickly changed the subject and mentioned a baseball collection that his grandfather has passed down to him. Paul, being the big sports fan, asked many questions about the autographs.
Paul knew Matt was gay but like a lot of powerful straight men he felt naturally superior to gay men. He enjoyed catching them looking at him once in a while. It wasn't the same as having a woman admire him. It usually brought out his "alpha male" side. He wasn't sure, but he got the impression Matt may be putting some moves on him. He wondered if Matt had a foot fetish. As he took another sip of his sixth beer Paul imagined what it might be like to have this guy under his big feet, maybe even making him lick his soles. After all, his feet were pretty sexy if he had to say so himself. The whole idea was intriguing.
Later, with only a handful of people left at the party, Paul needed a ride home and luckily Matt was there to offer up his services. Matt knew he could use the hook of the baseball collection to get Paul to his condo and, he hoped, helplessly bound and submissive. Matt wasted no time in bringing up the baseball collection again which Paul quickly agreed to stop and see, explaining that since his wife and kids were out of town this weekend he had no reason to rush home.
They entered Matt’s condo which was at a secluded end of the complex. As he slipped out of his sneakers, Matt told Paul to take off his flip-flops since he just had the carpets cleaned. Paul hesitated as the younger man smiled knowingly at him, again putting Paul in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable position with this young ex-employee. He liked the attention to his feet, but didn't want to lead the guy on. Matt sensed his apprehension so he upped the ante by complimenting how nice his big feet looked, “You must really take care of them” he teased. Paul felt himself blush and quickly changed the subject asking where the baseball collection was. "Oh it’s down the hallway last door on the right. Let me get us a beer and I’ll meet you down there," replied Matt as he strode over to the kitchen.
Paul walked down the hall and noticed the first bedroom had several pieces of what looked like bondage equipment. There was a four-poster bed, an impressive wooden stock in the corner, some leather restraints and what looked like and X-frame in against the far wall. His curiosity got to him and he found himself in the room looking at the equipment.
“Like what you see?”
This startled Paul. "Uh-no, is this what you are into?" he asked feeling that the air was becoming more sexually charged. He didn't realize Matt was such a pervert.
"This is just my rec room, some people like it. You've probably seen better setups, but I think this is a pretty good play space.
"Actually, I've only seen photos of equipment like this," Paul said.
"You're not telling me you never been tied up?"
Paul didn't quite expect that question, but he didn't want to sound inexperienced. To keep his cool demeanor he told Matt that Crystal had tied him up a couple of times. It was the beer talking. The younger ex-employee challenged him to give details. Paul tried but was not very convincing.
Matt teased him some more, “I think you are not being honest Paul, but I’ll give you a chance to see how it feels to be restrained, if you are up to the challenge there big guy."
Paul was fascinated by the equipment. The stocks caught his eye. The black leather was thickly padded and finished with antique brass tacks around the edges. The framing looked like solid oak stained a dark walnut. It was a heavy piece of equipment, more like furniture. Matt noticed his fascination and pointed out some of the features of the piece and encouraged Paul to feel the leather and test the cushion. It took a few minutes, but he persuaded Paul to sit in the stocks to see how it felt. Paul was intrigued. He could feel his pulse beating faster as he sat down and swung his bare legs into the ankle frames. The padded seats made the stocks comfortable to sit in as Paul stuck his big feet into the stocks' ankle frames.
"A lot of guys get a thrill out of being restrained. Just like playing cops and robbers. Then again, some girly men do chicken out. You don't look like the kind of guy that would lose his nerve though," Matt teased.
Paul looked him in the eye as if to convince Matt that he was more than tough enough, and finally said "Fine; I’ll give you ten minutes."
Matt didn't give him time to reconsider. He lowered the top over the foot restraints with a loud thud and snapped the clip shut, sliding in place but not locking a padlock. Paul suddenly felt very vulnerable with the stocks top locked down securing his bare feet in the thickly padded openings. Instinctively he wiggled his feet to see if he could get free. "Not happening," ran through his mind. The stocks had a high leather padded chair back that extended at least two feet above Paul's head and adjusted so the stocks felt like a high-backed chair.
Matt took the beer from Paul and told him to "try this" as he used padded cuffs to bind his hands together. The cuffs had metal rings attached that would easily hook onto anything. Paul was new to the scene and asked why he had to bind his hands like this? Silently Matt tightened the cuffs, pulled Paul’s arms over his head and attached him to a hook that Paul had not noticed before at the top of the chair back. With his elbows by his ears, Paul's arms were pulled tightly over his head. He tested the bonds trying to wiggle free, but could only shake a bit as his shirt rode up just enough to expose his lower stomach covered in fur.
Matt stood back and admired his helpless ex-boss as he struggled to escape, which is natural reaction the first time you are bound. Paul looked so helpless sitting there with his flawless, salmon pink soled size 12 feet poking out of the stocks, wiggling back and forth. His arms stretched nicely over his head and his big biceps were pinned next to his pretty-boy face. Matt eyed the light hair exposed under his belly button and the tufts of hair peeking out from the arm pits of his t-shirt.
Feeling helpless, Paul finally spoke up, "Not bad dude, but you can go ahead and let me go now." Matt thought he could hear a note of fear in his voice as he walked around the stocks and sat on a foot stool directly in front of the footrests. He let Paul’s feet press lightly against his stomach. This made Paul instinctively wiggle his feet which felt good as they massaged Matt's soft stomach.
"Passed me over for promotion Paul, remember that?" Paul’s mouth went dry as Matt continued his calm account of how he was passed over for that bimbo Carol. "So Paul, its payback time don’t you think?"
Paul shook his arms in his bonds with a new passion to escape, but he was helpless and he knew it. He tried to sound tough, yelling at Matt, "I'll kick your ass if he didn’t let me go, RIGHT NOW!"
Matt smiled, looked down at Paul’s bound feet, then back at Paul. "You have the nicest feet, boss, and I’m going to make them mine before the end of the night."
“Stop talking and let me out of here.”
“Shut up Paul.” He leaned forward, aggressively resting his arms on top of the stocks, forcing Paul’s feet backwards as they pressed tighter against Matt's lower abdomen. “You aren't going anywhere for a while. I've been watching you since you first walked into this room. You walked right over to this little toy here and started admiring it. You felt the soft leather while I showed you how well made a piece of equipment it is, how well padded, how solidly built. You sat down as soon as I invited you to sit, and then you put your ankles in the stocks for me. I didn't need to do a thing because you wanted to be locked up and you really wanted to try this machine in particular.”
“You look nervous,” teased Matt as he leaned back and took in Paul’s manly feet. “You look good with your feet in the stocks. I've tied up some guys with incredible foot fetishes and you have better feet than any of them. You have perfectly trimmed healthy nails and not a callous or piece of dry skin to be found. But all the best foot guys take great care of their feet. Not only are your feet perfectly soft and pink, they are wide man feet with strong tendons and tufts of light brown hair over every long straight toe. I bet that because they are so perfect, they must be perfectly ticklish too.”
Paul's began squirming, “Okay Matt, this has been fun; a good joke. But it's time to let me go...”
“Shhhhhh. Let me get my toy box out.” Matt reached under the front of the stocks and removed a small wooden box that he placed in front of Paul's feet at the foot of the bench. From Paul's perspective, there was nothing to see as the wide ankle stocks hid everything, even his toes.
“Paul, I have a selection of things to stimulate you. I think I will begin with these feathers. I bet your feet would appreciate the different sensation each of them gives. Soft, sharp, teasing....” With that he took a small ostrich feather and waived it in the air before dragging it delicately across the tops of Paul's feet. Paul gasped as he felt it, like a thousand tiny insects crawling across him. Paul couldn't help but shiver as the hair on his legs stood on end. Matt fluttered the gossamer feather across his soles and wiggled it under his splayed toes, sending more shivers up Paul's trapped body.
Then, without saying a word, Matt used his right hand to lightly scratch the balls of Paul’s left foot with the tips of his fingers nails. They were just long and sharp enough to give a nice scratch. Paul's foot scrunched up, toes flexed a bit, then he wiggled his foot from side to side as he let out a giggle, then cussed out a storm of insults in a frantic play of escape.
“You asshole! Hehehehe, stop it, hehehehehe, no, stop! Don’t do that hehehehehehheheehe.” Matt stopped tickling and stared deeply into Paul’s eyes where he saw real fear and something else; a pleading look that normally took a couple of hours of torture to bring out in a bound subject.
“So that is it huh, Paul? Ticklish on these pretty feet of yours aren’t you?” He smiled as he pushed Paul’s toes back and ever so softly spider-scratched his fingers up and down the soles of Paul’s feet. His touch was light but more than enough to get Paul grunting and thrashing almost instantly. His laugh started out low, as if he was fighting the sensation being applied to his soft soles, but as Matt worked his fingers faster and with a harder touch Paul's laughter got louder. Matt had played with many men over the years, young, middle aged, married, str8 (so they said) and gay men. He always took his time breaking them. It normally took a couple of hours to before they were completely submissive. Matt could sense that Paul, with his “off the chart” sensitive feet, would take no time to break if he kept this up, so he decided to change it up a bit.
Of course Matt wanted to see his ex-boss pleading with him to let him go but, more than anything else, he wanted to make it so good for him that Paul would come back for more. Poor Paul was already red faced, sweat already staining his pits, as he breathed heavily. One thing Matt didn’t expect as he looked Paul up and down was the tent in front of his shorts. It was obvious his ex-boss was sporting a raging hard-on judging from the strain in the fabric.
“Let’s make you comfy there Paul.” Paul cowered as Matt approached, lifted his t-shirt up over his head, and pushed the shirt into the restraints so it couldn’t slip back down his arms. He had a thickly muscled chest covered in hair that tapered down to his flat stomach, past the belly button and disappeared into his shorts. Matt’s hands playfully caressed his chest hairs, making sure to tweak each nipple as his hands found their way to his stomach fur making Paul squirm at the light touch. Matt could see Paul's still hard cock as he moved his hips in an obvious attempt to massage his aching member against the fabric of his shorts.
“Nice try, sneered Matt. We’ll have none of that until I say so.” He quickly unbuckled Paul’s shorts, ignoring Paul’s protests, pulled them down to the ankle stocks. His pre-cum spotted Jockey underwear was trying to hide an enormous cock. Matt walked over to the bed side table, opened the drawer and took out a large pair of scissors. He flourished them dramatically knowing Paul would be scared at the sight of the scissors. That was precisely what Matt wanted as he slowly pulled the underwear sides away from Paul’s skin, and cut them from his body. Paul made his first big mistake calling Matt a ****** as the shorts were pulled from him. Matt used the shredded underwear to slowly rub clean Paul’s pre-cum from his swollen cock. Matt had to admit it was a nice sight to see. He estimated it was an eight inch cock, thick and cut, with a nice plum size head and two big sagging balls that Matt couldn’t wait to play with.
“You think I’m a ******? Who is sitting here with a stick popping out?” Matt challenged as he forcefully grabbed Paul’s cock in a nice grip that made the man give out a small grunt. “You didn’t respect me at work, but before this weekend is over, you are going to be my play toy. I know your weakness there tickle boy, and I’m going to work every inch of your body including this nice cock and balls of yours. You will be so horned up at first, but when I’m done, you will be totally spent. Oh yeah, and all this fun is being recorded,” he said as he pointed to an odd shaped device protruding from the wall that, on closer examination, Paul could tell was actually a camera. “Oh, and up there,” Matt pointed to the ceiling where the bottom of the ceiling fan contained another well hidden camera. “Yeah, I started the cameras when I got the beers, so everything so far has been recorded. Of course everything else this weekend has to offer will be recorded as well.”
Paul felt his heart drop. His stature at work and his macho reputation with the guys and gals were in jeopardy. “Now I’m no asshole Paul. You play along with me, let your inhibitions go away this weekend, and nobody will have to know what has happened here. Got it?” Paul found himself nodding as his cock slowly shrunk at the turn of events.
With that Matt began a constant random stroking over Paul's soles. Paul jerked and tried to pull his feet away but the best he could manage was to waive them around, tickling himself more in the process. “No!, Ha ha ha ha ha, no Stohahahahap, ha ha ha ha....” he begged, trailing off to constant laughter. Matts nails were just the right length to elicit hysteria. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......please, please please ha ha ha ha....”
“Yes, it is pleasing, isn't it?”
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha....no, no no....ha ha ha ha ha”
“Oh, not there? How about here?”
No! nononononono...please ha ha ha ha ha”
“Oh, back where I was tickling was better? Anything you want.”
The finger nail tickling went on for at least ten minutes, leaving Paul covered in sweat. Then Matt reached into his box of toys and removed an electric toothbrush. “I don't think you brushed enough today,” said Matt as he flicked the switch. Paul heard the high pitched hum for a second just before the tips of the brush vibrated between his big and first toe and then began slowly stroking the tender skin under and between all his toes. Back and forth the brush went, never growing tired.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” Paul screamed as the brush gently tortured his left foot. As the torture continued he seemed to grow more and more ticklish and less able to even form words or beg for mercy. “HAAAAA, hahahahahahahahahahaaaa....” It was like electricity shorting out all control of his body. All he could do was jerk and laugh.
After several minutes of working on the left toes, Matt repeated the process on the right foot. “Ah! Hahahahahahahahahaha” Long, minutes were spent exploring every crevice between every toe. The relentlessly vibrating bristles tickled more than anything he ever recalled feeling in his life.
“I think your toes are brushed. Now it is time for your instep,” said Matt as he began slowly dragging the vibrating brush up and down the high, wide arch of Paul's right foot.
“No no no no no no no no ho ho ho ho ho.....” Paul laughed as he tried to wiggle his foot out of danger. By now he was breathing heavy and growing too weak to thrash around much. And then, with sweat dripping into his eyes, Paul felt the brush begin a slow, ticklish climb up his calf muscle.
The change shocked him. It was not as ticklish as his feet, but he knew exactly where this was going and it both scared and excited him. In fact, Paul realized he was very excited indeed. His saw that his big cock was standing tall and waving back and forth as he laughed. The electric brush was approaching his knee and he realized that it was tickling more. In fact, it tickled a lot. As the brush made contact with the back of his left knee, he screamed and then settled into nearly silent laughter. He could not move his knee like he could wiggle his feet and so he couldn't block any of the sensation as his entire body shorted out. And still his big dick betrayed him. It stood up proudly and was actually dripping pre-cum.
It had been nearly 30 minutes of relentless tickle torture before Matt stopped. Paul continued to giggle as he sagged in his bonds. He felt exhausted. His throat was dry and his shoulders ached from struggling. He could still feel the tingling in his feet from the relentless tickling. He also had never felt so exhilarated. His system was flooded with endorphins making him intoxicated with mirth.
Matt brought a bottle of water to his lips and he drank greedily from it, nearly choking. It soothed his dry throat and cooled his overheated body. Then, before he was completely recovered, Matt slipped a padded leather blindfold over his eyes and secured it with Velcro tightly to his head. He was now in darkness and could not hear Matt's movements in the room.
A minute or two passed and still he heard nothing. His nerves were on edge, waiting for something to happen. Then he felt something very delicate touch his right knee and begin slowly creeping up his inner thigh, stopping just before reaching his groin. Then he felt a similar thing on his inner left thigh, skirting his crotch and circling over his lower abdomen, just missing his swollen penis. The light tickling now began in two different places and began dancing around his inner thighs and belly. Feathers! They began moving up his sides and danced around his neck.
He began giggling like a little boy. He couldn't help it. The feathers tickled so well. They teased around his nipples and traced patterns along his biceps and into the hollows of his sweaty armpits. His giggling increased. God it tickled! “Stop, he he he he he, stop, he he he he he, ple he he he he se he he he stop....” The feathers continued, until Paul began twisting in his bonds and then the feathers stopped. Silence.
“'''AHHHHH, HA, HA, HA, HA. Oh my God! No, no no no, he he he he he....” Paul screamed as he felt a single feather trace delicate circles around his balls. He realized that his cock was rock hard and more sensitive than he could ever imagine. Then there were two feathers teasing his balls and sometimes tickling his cock. He was laughing and begging and never felt so horny in his life.
Paul couldn’t remember the last time his cock throbbed this bad. His balls were so sensitive each time the feathers glided and flicked he bounced like a kid on a sugar rush trying his best to intensify the maddening touch. As Matt worked the stiff feather skillfully over his swollen head, he actually heard Paul whimper as he picked up the pressure just enough to make Paul think he had a chance to cum.
Matt was so turned on as his skills seemed to work magic over the once proud stud. His finger work, taunting words and now his feather skills were quickly breaking down Paul’s defenses as he realized his own cock was hurting from the constant erection. He paused long enough to walk behind Paul and release the blindfold so he could taunt his ex-boss some more. Matt whispered ever so softly in Paul’s ear, “How bad do you want to cum Paul?” Before he could answer Matt’s fingers lightly brushed his armpit hairs making Paul squeal and twist in his bonds. His fingers were agile as he slowly worked them up Paul’s arms with a deadly light touch that made his sensitive skin want to crawl out. Matt was very good at his torment, keeping a watchful eye on Paul’s massive cock he looked for any signs that the rod was losing strength and when it did he worked it backed to life. Matt teased him with some baby oil that he rubbed all over his hands then, grabbing Paul’s cock he worked the warm lotion over his cum filled balls. He used long slow strokes to torment Paul just enough to make him weak with lust, but not enough to climax.
Paul needed to cum and Matt knew it was almost time to let him release but first he had to give his bare soles a good ole fashion tickling. Matt sat on the stool facing Paul who was wide eyed and pleading for him not tickle his feet. Pouring some baby oil on his feet Matt broke out the electric toothbrush showing Paul the frayed brush head before he smiled and worked the vibrating toy over the balls of his left foot. Paul’s senses were on overload as he screeched and thrashed as far as the stocks would allow him. HA HA HA HA HA, stop stop HA HA HA HA, as the electric brush worked slowly from the balls of his foot over his arch down to the heel. Matt smiled as he teasingly worked the brush under his thick toes, one at a time, without rushing he tormented the stud jock with a methodic constant attack that visited every inch and crevice of his bound feet. Ten minutes of this torture had Paul a giggling mass of sweaty desperation. Matt was pleased as he eyed the beaten man who’s cock had lost some of it luster, but as Matt oiled up his hands he knew it wouldn’t take long to get the big guy to shoot and probably pass out.
Matt worked his warm hands slowly over Paul’s cock which grew to attention instantly as Paul moaned and grooved his hips in a gyrating movement. Matt worked his hand like a pump, stopping from time to time to roll his thumb over Paul’s purple swollen head in a counter clockwise circle. “Oh please”......begged Paul as he felt his cock was about to shoot out a hot stream but feared that his tormentor would once again stop the torturous hand-job. Paul felt his stomach flex as the first warm splash of cum shot from his large cock, making him cry out in a lustful growl and squeeze his eyes shut as he fought the lightheadedness that pushed him to the edge of darkness.
Matt knew he had to work fast while his tortured ex-boss was overcome by the explosive orgasm,. He released Paul’s arms, weak and tingly with the lack of blood flow, from the hanging cuffs that held them high for more than an hour. He quickly applied a wide Velcro cuff to Paul’s left wrist and with little fight; he applied the other cuff to his right wrist leaving his hands bound behind his back. While Paul’s feet were still locked in the stocks Matt strapped on some padded shackles and connected them at his ankles. Moving quickly he released the top of the stocks and got Paul to his feet making him shuffle towards the left side wall that supported the impressive X-Frame. Still getting his senses together, Paul tried to move away from the smoothly sanded and polished heavy wooden structure, but the slave shackles only allowed him to shuffle along. Pushing him against the X-Frame, Matt used a strap attached to the middle of the frame to secure Paul’s body against the structure. Realizing what was happening Paul fought to get free, but with his hands bound behind his back and his feet shackled only 6 inches apart, he realized he was trapped again.
Paul was exhausted. He had been tickled and teased for over an hour and the explosive orgasm left him weak and confused. Now he was strapped to the X-Frame, arms once again pulled up away from his body and secured, along with his legs, spreading him in an X formation. He tried to fight off his determined captor as his hands were worked out of the cuffs, but in his weakened state he was no match for Matt. Again, Paul was surprised how turned on he felt. His cock once again stood out at full mast as he watched his slightly built, pale skinned tormenter standing naked in front of him stroking his long slender uncut cock.
Matt was incredibly turned on by the torment he had given Paul and amazed how easy it was to maneuver the big guy from the stocks to the X-Frame. He always imagined getting this big guy helpless and at his mercy, but now he felt powerful as he man-handled his ex-boss. He couldn’t resist anymore and stroked his aching cock with a slow stroke, making Paul watch him. It was even more exciting for him to see Paul’s cock standing at attention again without any help except for the show Matt was now putting on. After only a few minutes he took himself to the edge. Matt's orgasm almost brought him to his own knees as he shot a long thick stream of hot cum. As he caught his breath and cleaned up a bit, Matt poured half a beer into his captive ex-boss making sure he got some nice big swigs of beer to keep him buzzed.
As he slowly stroked Paul’s cock, he teased the big man about his hard-on and wondered aloud what the wife would say when she saw the video of Paul being tickled and teased by the smooth, wiry Matt. He reached up, and ran his fingers through the patch of hair in Paul’s pits making him instantly burst out laughing as his cock bobbed up and down and occasionally brushed against Matt’s stomach. He could tell the light tickle touch was maddening and that his cock bouncing against Matt's firm slender body was enough to make Paul lust for another orgasm. Matt’s fingers worked down his sides slowly dancing along his ribs one at a time. He took his time teasing Paul’s nipples, relishing the reaction as Paul moaned, his knees buckling slightly and his cock twitching in response. He methodically ran his fingers lightly over his captive’s firm hairy stomach, making spider circles that caused Paul giggle like a school girl.
Matt stepped back to admire his handiwork. The beefy 43 year old daddy stretched before him made quite a handsome addition to the room. He took a minute to adjust the camera angles so he had a good view of him from two directions. Then he went to his toy chest on the other side of the room to gather a few things. He returned with a set of clover nipple clamps held together by a weighty chrome chain. Also in his hands were a small wooden box, like a pencil box, and a ball stretcher. The ball stretcher was black silicone, thick and 1 1/2 inches wide.
First Matt took the ball stretcher and wrapped it around Paul's nuts. It gripped him firmly but comfortably and its weight made Paul's nuts hang lower and swing back and forth between his spread legs. He then took Paul's right nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it out from his body. He applied a nipple clamp expertly behind the hardened nipple, gently releasing it and allowing it to grip tightly as Paul moaned. He then took the left nipple in hand and applied the other clamp, allowing the heavy chain to dangle between the pinched nipples. He jiggled and released the chain, eliciting another moan from his captive. The effect on Paul's cock was immediate and noticeable.
“You seem to like that,” said Matt as he began gently teasing Paul's armpit hair. Now when Paul giggled he could feel his nipples tugged by the chain as the clamps tightened their grip. The pinching was sending tingles to his heavy balls as they bounced between his thighs. Matt began randomly tickling him, poking his ribs, stomach, thighs and pits until Paul was jumping around, laughing and moaning. As he twisted on the X-frame Paul noticed that his cock had pumped up and was also bouncing back and forth against his thighs.
Again Matt paused as he opened the small wooden box. Inside was a chrome rolling pinwheel of sharp little points on a six inch handle. He held the little device up for Paul to examine. “I bet you have never played with a toy like this, have you Paul?”
“What is that for?” he asked with more than a little fear in his voice.
“This is a Wartenberg wheel. It is a nerve stimulator. I am going to do a few scientific tests to see just how sensitive you are. It will be very...educational.” With that he raised the wheel to Paul's fore-arm, touching the sharp points to the soft skin just below his wrist. He then began slowly dragging the wheel down Paul's arm towards the soft skin of his arm pit. Paul gasped and tried to pull away. The closely set points felt almost like a sharp blade being dragged down his arm. As the wheel approached his defenseless pit, the points seemed even sharper, making him jump back a bit. Paul quickly realized that moving too quickly was a mistake as the wheel poked him more sharply, digging ever so slightly more as his body rocked back and forth. That only made him jump again, jiggling the chain between the nipple clamps and making his balls sway.
Now Paul froze to avoid poking himself with the wheel or further jiggling his aching nipples. Noticing this, Matt began lightly drawing the wheel around the sensitive areas of Paul's body in long sweeping arches, pit to stomach, stomach to nipple, across his inner thigh. As he noticed that the wheel was not actually cutting his skin, Paul became less frightened and began to focus on the intense but ever changing sensations. It hurt, but it sort of tickled at the same time as the slow random torture continued on and on. He began to beg, “No, please, no, don't use that on me. No, ho, ho, ho, please, ouch, oh, he he he he, stop.”
Paul couldn't help himself and began lightly dancing on his toes, trying to avoid the needle-like touches. That only made his tit clamps and balls sway even more. “No, Eeeek, stop. Ho, ho, ho, please stop!”
“Paul, you really need to hold still, otherwise you could hurt yourself.” Matt ran the torture device across his outer thigh and up the side of his ass towards Paul's ribs. “Here, let's see how sensitive your chest is,” Matt said and he began dragging the wheel around his nipples and in arches around Paul's furry chest. By now Paul was trembling. He was trying to hold still but his tremors caused his tit clamps to vibrate, further pinching his numbing nipples. His chest was on fire with sensation.
“He, he, he, he, stop, please stop, no, not my nipples.”
“As you wish,” said Matt as he squatted in front of his captive. He then began dragging the device up and down Paul's inner thighs, inching closer to his tightly stretched ball sack.
“NO!, no, not there!”
“You really need to make up your mind, Paul. See how difficult you are making this,” said Matt as he ran the wheel along his instep and across his toes. This made Paul laugh and jump and dance on his toes. Finally, after another minute or so of torture, Matt stood and put the wheel back in its box. Paul sagged in his bonds in relief.
He then walked directly up to Paul, just a few inches from his face. Confidently he took hold of the left nipple clamp. Firmly holding Paul's chest and while looking him directly in the eyes, he squeezed the clamp, releasing it from the abused nipple.
Fire! It felt like his nipple was on fire as the blood rushed back into it. Paul could not help but moan loudly as his nipple flushed with color. It took a moment for him to gain control of his breathing. When he looked up, his eyes met Matt's. A sexy, evil leer crept across Matt's face as he took hold of the second clamp.
“No, wait, UGH!” Paul groaned as the second clamp was released. His body twisted on the X-frame and he rocked back and forth to sooth the pain. Matt then took an ostrich feather from the bench and began brushing it across Paul's sensitized chest. This made Paul twist and squirm more, but as the sensation continued the urge to giggle began to win out. In only a few seconds Paul was dancing once again trying to escape the relentless delicate tickling. His heavy balls were bouncing and his cock grew to full mast. Placing the feather down, Matt poured some lubricant on Paul's cock and began stroking it very slowly. Paul’s eyes pleaded with Matt to let him cum as his raging cock throbbed ans the small warm hands worked their magic. Once again Paul’s stomach fluttered then a huge stream of cum shot out in thick streams as he lustful groans of satisfaction echoed throughout the room.
Matt worked quickly, releasing his weakened boss from the X-frame as he half carried the big man to the four post bed. Paul was beaten, sexually exhausted and apparently broken enough where he offered no resistance to Matt. The cool sheets felt good on his skin as he was stretched out face down with his arms pulled to each corner of the bed, then his ankles secured to the lower bed posts with his manly size 12 feet hanging slightly off the edge of the matress.
Matt stood back, impressed at his power over Paul, his cock raged at the naked muscular man helplessly bound to his bed. Matt thought Paul might be ready to take it up a level. To see where Paul was mentally with the situation he crawled up between his legs and slowly climbed on top of his back, resting his head on Paul’s back between his shoulders. He worked his cock between Paul’s ass crack, positioning it snugly between his powerful butt cheeks as his hands caressed his sides. Paul was tense at first, but as Matt purred and slowly pumped his hips, he raised his ass up, inviting Matt’s raging cock.
It was all Matt could do to resist taking the married stud right there. The fact that Paul was inviting Matt’s cock to his vulnerable virgin ass was a turn-on that he almost couldn’t resist, but he knew he had to work Paul a little longer to make him totally submissive. He reluctantly crawled off of him and said in a husky voice "You'll have to wait just a bit longer before he can enjoy that."
Matt went to one of his toy drawers and grabbed the baby oil, an ink pen and a very used whisk brush. He sat on a comfy chair facing Paul’s cuffed right foot as it lay perfectly trapped off the edge of the bed. Using a long boot lace he secured the foot by its big toe to the bottom of the bed frame so all Paul could do was slightly wiggle his foot. “Time to apply some baby oil to his soft warm soles,” Matt announced to no one in particular. He teased the lubricated sole with his finger nail, then begand to trace out every crevice with this ball point pen. Paul’s was snapped out of his lustful state of fantasy and back into the torment of being tickled. The pen tickled like mad as Matt traced his foot crevices that seem to go everywhere from his under toes to the sides of his ankles. The sensation was new and unfamiliar, making each new trace that much more maddening. The worst part was the inability for him to move his foot except for a slight wiggle motion. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA – hehehheehehhee, his laughter at times muffled from the mattress, other times it echoed off the walls as he struggled, wildly clawing at the matress.
Matt’s cock throbbed as he knew the ex-boss was totally helpless and broken. Matt would have his way with Paul tonight, tomorrow, and anytime he wanted the 6’2 hunk of a businessman. After several long minutes he stopped the tormenting trace of the pen. Letting Paul rest a few minutes, he filled a bucket with warm water and soaped up the whisk brush. "It's time to clean up the ink." He knew the sensation from the scruffy brush would push Paul over the top. He scrubbed the brush hard over his heels, slowly working up his pinkish soles, making sure not to rush as Paul bounced and thrashed like a maniac. "All done with your bath," Matt announced. As the soapy water dripped from his toes, Paul’s laughter had turned to a light giggle-sob of a broken man. Eyeing the tight, powerful ass that glistened with sweat, Matt decided the next step was to introduce the virgin ass to some new toys.
He grabbed a white goose feather and a wide sable makeup brush from his toy box. The goose feather had an eight inch ridge, perfect for drawing long, delicate lines. The makeup brush was soft, as delicate as a fur coat, but more compact and stiffer.
After a moment of rest Paul jumped as he felt the sharp, delicate edge of the feather run up between his as cheeks. He felt the feather drag slowly, up and down the deep canyon of his ass. He giggled a bit, but it felt wonderful. He found himself wiggling his ass and pushing up onto his knees as best he could. Then, he felt the feather graze the center of his hole. A ticklish shock went through his body as he opened his sensitive portal while stifling his giggles in the matress. It was incredibly ticklish, but the most amazing erotic sensation.
Matt freed Paul's ankles from their straps as he dragged the feather up and down his ass. His cock was dripping as he watched Paul instictively arch up on his knees, exposing his ass to the delicate torture. He then took the makeup brush and began brushing Paul's furry balls.
What an amazing sensation. Paul began moaning as he felt his sweaty balls being delicately brushed. It felt so good, all he could do was spread his legs more to give Matt easier access to his dangling gonads. Soon he felt the brush moving up his crack, and then down again to his balls and even along his rigid shaft. Up and down, up and down. It was a wonderful feeling, especially each time the brush lingered over his winking pucker. And then suddenly, the brush was gone, replaced with something warm and soft and wet.
Matt dove in, licking up and down Paul's sensitive ass. Soon he was eating him out. His ass smelled of his musky sweat, but was clean and ready to eat. He probed deeply with his hungry tongue, nibbling kissing and opening Paul's pink hole.
At first Paul tried to pinch his tired ass cheeks together thinking how nasty this was having his ass eaten. He had done it a few times to women and he loved to eat pussy, but he had never been rimmed before. But his protest only lasted a moment before he melted into the sensual feeling of a warm wet tongue moving up and down his crack and darting in and out of his hole. It was one of the most wonderful sensations he ever felt. Soon was resting his head on the matress, eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed his hungry ass back into Matt's face. It was the most erotic thing he had ever felt to that moment.
Then the tongue was replaced by a very slick digit massaging the rim of his ass. It felt like Matt's thumb circling his hole. He could feel more lubricant being drizzled down his crack as the manicured thumb massaged and soothed him. He spread his ass wide encouraging Paul to rub his ass more as his fingers tickled and teased around his nuts. It was the best feeling and it kept getting better as he relaxed and allowed Paul access to his most private area. And then he suddenly realized that the thumb was no longer playing along the rim. The slick digit was burried in his ass making little circular motions against his prostate as the fingers of the same hand stroked his pereanal area, dancing along his taint and under his danglng balls.
Matt settled into giving a long, slow, steady prostate massage. He rubbed Paul's hole from every angle, taking his time and making him moan. This was not going to be a rape. Matt gently stretched and relaxed Paul's oriface. This had been quite an evening and he wanted to top it off with a long slow screw. If Paul liked it as much as it seemed he would, there would be plenty of time to give him a rough ride in the future. As he continued to massage Paul's ass, Matt grabbed a condom off the nightstand. He paused a moment to put the condom on his throbbing cock before continuing the massage.
Waves of ecstasy radiated from Paul's hole from his head to his toes. He sighed and moaned as he pushed his hungry hole back onto Matt's finger. He hardly realized he already had two fingers buried in him as he drifted along the rolling waves of pleasure. The fingers remained deep in him as Matt repositioned himself behind him tugging on his low hanging balls. Then he felt the fingers withdraw and the blunt head of Matt's cock press up against his slick hole. For just a moment Paul was afraid of being penetrated by a nice sized cock. It was more than twice the length of Matt's fingers and nearly twice as big around. But Matt did not press in. He held his cockhead against the slick bunghole making small circles against the opening. Paul felt empty with the fingers withdrawn and began wiggling his ass and rocking back and forth, teasing his hole with the spongy mushroom head. Then, he suddenly realized that Matt's cock had breached the opening and was steadily pushing into him. In thirty seconds he could feel Matt's wiry pubic hair grinding against him. There was no pain, only an incredible fullness.
Matt paused for a moment to make sure Paul was comfortable and then began gently pumping his ex-boss's ass. For a minute or two he made short deep thrusts to get Paul used to the depth of the penetration, but gradually the thrusts became longer until he was using a long steady stroke. Paul arched his back, wiggling his ass up and soon he was pushing back and meeting him stroke for stroke. Paul was completely into it. Matt grabbed him by the hips and began pumping his butt, swatting his furry ass from time to time to make his hole clamp down, sending pulses of pleasure through their bodies.
Matt paused with his cock burried deep in Paul's ass and unfastened his wrists. "It is time to flip you over big guy," Matt said as he turned Paul's body on his cock, guiding his feet over his shoulders. Paul's dripping cock was now front and center between them. "Stroke yourself while I fuck you."
Paul grabbed his cock and started stroking but he realized that he was closer to the edge than he wanted to be. He wanted this to last a lot longer. Feeling obedient, he lightened his stroke, barely touching his cock. Every thrust brought him closer to cumming, but he knew he could hold out as long as he left his cock alone. "Fuck me!" he grunted, "oh God, fuck me!" His ass was twitching and his dripping cock was bouncing on his furry belly.
Then Matt took Paul's size 12s and pressed them to his face and began licking his soles as he fucked the big business man. "Oh, shit! Oh my God! I'm going to cum!" shouted Paul as Matt gnawed at his soles and fucked his ass. Paul lost all control and his cock began shooting over his belly without even being touched. The sudden tightening of Paul's ass brought Matt over the edge as he pumped his load into his ex-boss' ass. Then they both collapsed both exhausted and satisfied.
A few minutes later Matt got up to take a piss. He took his time cleaning himself up admiring himself in the bathroom. He went back to bed and collapsed next to his ex-boss and listened to him snore in the dim light. Matt broke the man completely and wondered if this was the only time it would happen, but secretly he believed the man would be back.
Sometime in the night he heard Paul get up from the bed. He contemplated telling the broken man to get back in bed, but instead he pretended to sleep as Paul entered the bathroom. Moments later he came back out. Matt was sure he would get dressed and sneak out. Much to his delight, the big man crept back into bed and nuzzled next to him, resting his body next to Matt's naked body. Matt couldn’t help it as his erection grew at the thought that he had taken the beaten man to a level that even he couldn’t resist. He began thinking about the next step. His plan was simple; he would shower with him in the morning and explain how their new friendship would play out. Paul would spend one night a month at Matt's place, tied tight, tickled and fucked until he was satisfied. The idea was so erotic, that Matt rolled over and kissed his new toy on the lips and started to stroke his large cock, waking him from his sleep. Paul moaned and smiled at him sheepishly as Matt kissed his soft lips, satisfied with his conquest.
