Tyler's father had recently remarried to a beautiful woman, who had an even more beautiful daughter, Amy Carrigan. Amy had an older brother named Jake, who was very athletic, handsome, and played football. Tyler got along well with his new stepsister and stepbrother, but he had a dirtly little secret; he had a serious crush on Amy. He lusted for her badly. He also had a foot fetish, and he fantasised about rubbing her soft, pedicured feet in his face, sniffing them and tickling them. When Amy and everyone else was out of the house, Tyler would sneak into Amy's room and sniff her worn nylons and rub them on his face and dick. Sometimes, he would jerk off in them, and then wash them so no incriminating evidence of his malfeasance remained.
Jake, Amy's brother, had begun to get suspicious of Tyler. What did he do when everyone was out of the house? He intended to find out. One night, when everyone went to a friend's party who lived an hour away, Jake pretended to leave with them, parked his car out of sight, and then snuck back into the house to see what Tyler was up to. The living room was dark, but the lights were on upstairs, where the bedrooms were. Quietly, Jake crept up the stairs. The hallway was dark, but the light was on in his sister's room. He softly crept along the hallway to his sister's room. The door was shut and locked, but fortunately he knew how to open locked doors with a simple tool. He pressed his ear against the door; he heard the sounds of someone moving about inside, and dresser drawers opening and closing. Jake used a thin metal tool and inserted it into the hole in the door knob, unlocking it from the other end. Then he very, very quietly and slowly cracked open the door just enough for him to peek inside. He couldn't believe what he saw! Tyler was lying naked on Amy's bed, wearing her sheer nylons which he had seized from her dirty clothes hamper. He was using one hand to hold another pair of her nylons up to his face, and his other hand to jerk off! Jake quietly crept away from the door; he had half a mind to barge in there and beat that pervert senseless; but then a more evil thought crossed his mind. He recalled the old saying that Hell is a place where you are granted everything you want. He chuckled softly to himself, crept down the stairs, slipped out the door, and drove to the party.
Next weekend, everyone except Tyler was going to a friend's wedding. They would leave Saturday, and return sometime late sunday evening. When Saturday came, and everyone packed their things, jake explained that he couldn't make it to the wedding, because he had some "business" to take care of. When the family inquired what this business could be, Jake simply made some vague remarks about his job. So after they left, Jake stayed at a friends house (unbeknownst to Tyler) until evening.
Jake had observed Tyler's modus operandi long enough to know that he always took a few beers up to Amy's room to drink as he fucked around with Amy's nylons. So Jake ground up a sleeping pill and covertly sprinkled it into one of Tyler's beers; then he stayed in his room with the light off, so Tyler wouldn't suspect he was there. Soon enough, Jake heard Tyler open the front door, walk to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, and grabbed his beers, one of which was drugged. Jake listened quietly as Tyler walked up the stairs and across the hall to Amy's room.
Now it was just a matter of waiting, until Tyler drank the drugged beer.
Jake waited about half an hour, then quietly crept across the hall to Amy's room, and pressed his ear against the door. Sure enough, he heard gentle snores. Now was the time to strike! He used the same handy tool to unlock Amy's bedroom door, and he slowly opened the door and crept inside: sure enough, there was Tyler, sound asleep on Amy's bed, wearing her unwashed nylons. Jake gently closed and locked the door, and went to work...
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They say that people wake up in stages, and this was certainly true for Tyler; except in his case, his waking stages were expedited by a maddening sensation on the soles of his feet, almost like fingers carressing them; on one, then the other, sometimes both at once. As Tyler slowly gained consciousness, he realized that the curious sensations on his feet were causing them to gently twitch, and curl his toes. He pulled his feet away from the tormenting sensations; or at least he thought he did, until he realized that the sensations continued. He tried to pull his feet away again, and this time he realized that he couldn't move them. This caused him to try to use his hands to aid his poor feet, and realized that he couldn't move them either.
At this point, Tyler officially woke up, and groggilly opened his eyes. Everything was blurry for a few moments, until he heard a familiar voice:
"Good morning, Sleepyhead!"
As Tyler's eyes gained focus, he saw Jake sitting at the foot of the bed on a chair. Then Tyler realized why he couldn't move his hands or feet- they were tied to the bed with nylon rope!
Tyler's predicament fully dawned on him at that moment: here he was, tied to Amy's bed, buck naked except for her sheer nylons on his legs and feet, and her jock brother was his captor!
Tyler's face blushed red as a tomato, and he viciously tugged against the nylon ropes that bound him to the bed.
Jake sat back in his chair and laughed at his captive's futile efforts to liberate himself until he was sweating profusely and gasping for air.
"Lemme give ya some advice, dude, don't waste your energy. I've been doin' some research on how to tie a guy up good and tight, and lemme tell ya, these French Bowline knots don't come undone- you'll break before THEY do!" Jake boasted.
Tyler lifted his head to look at the ropes around his ankles; they had an intricate design, loops within loops, and pulled taut to form a sturdy knot; then they were apparently secured to the bedframe.
Realizing that he was completely helpless and in the hands of his step-brother, Tyler said in a small weak voice: "What are you going to do?"
Jake grinned maliciously.
"Well first I gotta ask," he said, gesturing at the nylons Tyler was wearing, "Do you actually wanna be a girl, or do wearing my sister's nylons just make ya horny?"
Tyler blushed again, not knowing what to say. He knew the answer was the latter, but all the same he didn't want to admit it. He gave his bonds another hearty tug, and begged: "Please, just lemme go, man!"
Jake said nothing, and went over to his sister's dirty clothes hamper, and pulled out a pair of her nylons. He waved them tauntingly in front of his bound captive.
"Amy wore these all day yesterday, and I'm sure they smell pretty ripe!"
He dangled the unwashed nylons over Tyler's face, tickling his face and nose with the feet ends.
"Do they smell good, Tyler ol' buddy? Nice and sweaty and stinky?" He said in a taunting voice.
Jake used the smelly nylons to caress and tickle Tyler's neck, chest, and nipples, periodically bringing them back up to Tyler's face to dangle and rub them on his nose. All the while, Tyler felt blood rushing to his penis, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he started to get an erection.
All of a sudden, Jake started to dangle the smelly feet ends of Amy's nylons just above, but not yet touching, Tyler's cock. Tyler's eyes grew wide, and a knowing look passed between captive and captor.
(End of part 1)
Jake, Amy's brother, had begun to get suspicious of Tyler. What did he do when everyone was out of the house? He intended to find out. One night, when everyone went to a friend's party who lived an hour away, Jake pretended to leave with them, parked his car out of sight, and then snuck back into the house to see what Tyler was up to. The living room was dark, but the lights were on upstairs, where the bedrooms were. Quietly, Jake crept up the stairs. The hallway was dark, but the light was on in his sister's room. He softly crept along the hallway to his sister's room. The door was shut and locked, but fortunately he knew how to open locked doors with a simple tool. He pressed his ear against the door; he heard the sounds of someone moving about inside, and dresser drawers opening and closing. Jake used a thin metal tool and inserted it into the hole in the door knob, unlocking it from the other end. Then he very, very quietly and slowly cracked open the door just enough for him to peek inside. He couldn't believe what he saw! Tyler was lying naked on Amy's bed, wearing her sheer nylons which he had seized from her dirty clothes hamper. He was using one hand to hold another pair of her nylons up to his face, and his other hand to jerk off! Jake quietly crept away from the door; he had half a mind to barge in there and beat that pervert senseless; but then a more evil thought crossed his mind. He recalled the old saying that Hell is a place where you are granted everything you want. He chuckled softly to himself, crept down the stairs, slipped out the door, and drove to the party.
Next weekend, everyone except Tyler was going to a friend's wedding. They would leave Saturday, and return sometime late sunday evening. When Saturday came, and everyone packed their things, jake explained that he couldn't make it to the wedding, because he had some "business" to take care of. When the family inquired what this business could be, Jake simply made some vague remarks about his job. So after they left, Jake stayed at a friends house (unbeknownst to Tyler) until evening.
Jake had observed Tyler's modus operandi long enough to know that he always took a few beers up to Amy's room to drink as he fucked around with Amy's nylons. So Jake ground up a sleeping pill and covertly sprinkled it into one of Tyler's beers; then he stayed in his room with the light off, so Tyler wouldn't suspect he was there. Soon enough, Jake heard Tyler open the front door, walk to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, and grabbed his beers, one of which was drugged. Jake listened quietly as Tyler walked up the stairs and across the hall to Amy's room.
Now it was just a matter of waiting, until Tyler drank the drugged beer.
Jake waited about half an hour, then quietly crept across the hall to Amy's room, and pressed his ear against the door. Sure enough, he heard gentle snores. Now was the time to strike! He used the same handy tool to unlock Amy's bedroom door, and he slowly opened the door and crept inside: sure enough, there was Tyler, sound asleep on Amy's bed, wearing her unwashed nylons. Jake gently closed and locked the door, and went to work...
..................................
They say that people wake up in stages, and this was certainly true for Tyler; except in his case, his waking stages were expedited by a maddening sensation on the soles of his feet, almost like fingers carressing them; on one, then the other, sometimes both at once. As Tyler slowly gained consciousness, he realized that the curious sensations on his feet were causing them to gently twitch, and curl his toes. He pulled his feet away from the tormenting sensations; or at least he thought he did, until he realized that the sensations continued. He tried to pull his feet away again, and this time he realized that he couldn't move them. This caused him to try to use his hands to aid his poor feet, and realized that he couldn't move them either.
At this point, Tyler officially woke up, and groggilly opened his eyes. Everything was blurry for a few moments, until he heard a familiar voice:
"Good morning, Sleepyhead!"
As Tyler's eyes gained focus, he saw Jake sitting at the foot of the bed on a chair. Then Tyler realized why he couldn't move his hands or feet- they were tied to the bed with nylon rope!
Tyler's predicament fully dawned on him at that moment: here he was, tied to Amy's bed, buck naked except for her sheer nylons on his legs and feet, and her jock brother was his captor!
Tyler's face blushed red as a tomato, and he viciously tugged against the nylon ropes that bound him to the bed.
Jake sat back in his chair and laughed at his captive's futile efforts to liberate himself until he was sweating profusely and gasping for air.
"Lemme give ya some advice, dude, don't waste your energy. I've been doin' some research on how to tie a guy up good and tight, and lemme tell ya, these French Bowline knots don't come undone- you'll break before THEY do!" Jake boasted.
Tyler lifted his head to look at the ropes around his ankles; they had an intricate design, loops within loops, and pulled taut to form a sturdy knot; then they were apparently secured to the bedframe.
Realizing that he was completely helpless and in the hands of his step-brother, Tyler said in a small weak voice: "What are you going to do?"
Jake grinned maliciously.
"Well first I gotta ask," he said, gesturing at the nylons Tyler was wearing, "Do you actually wanna be a girl, or do wearing my sister's nylons just make ya horny?"
Tyler blushed again, not knowing what to say. He knew the answer was the latter, but all the same he didn't want to admit it. He gave his bonds another hearty tug, and begged: "Please, just lemme go, man!"
Jake said nothing, and went over to his sister's dirty clothes hamper, and pulled out a pair of her nylons. He waved them tauntingly in front of his bound captive.
"Amy wore these all day yesterday, and I'm sure they smell pretty ripe!"
He dangled the unwashed nylons over Tyler's face, tickling his face and nose with the feet ends.
"Do they smell good, Tyler ol' buddy? Nice and sweaty and stinky?" He said in a taunting voice.
Jake used the smelly nylons to caress and tickle Tyler's neck, chest, and nipples, periodically bringing them back up to Tyler's face to dangle and rub them on his nose. All the while, Tyler felt blood rushing to his penis, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he started to get an erection.
All of a sudden, Jake started to dangle the smelly feet ends of Amy's nylons just above, but not yet touching, Tyler's cock. Tyler's eyes grew wide, and a knowing look passed between captive and captor.
(End of part 1)
