Mike finished undressing and made his way into the shower stalls. He was drenched in sweat from the basketball game and looked forward to a refreshing shower. The other guys were already in the shower. Mike thought they seemed oddly quiet. Strange. After a year on the police force, he had not met any of these other officers before this. Paul Mitchell, a classmate of his in the academy had called him out of the blue last night to ask him to take part in this game to replace a sick teammate. Even though he knew no one, Paul pushed him to take part in the game and, since he had nothing else planned, he had accepted. As Mike entered the showers, he noticed all the spaces near the entrance were already taken, so he made his way to an available showerhead near the back of the stall. Privately, he thought to himself how big and muscular all the other guys were. He was 6’ 1” and quite athletic, but these guys really towered over him. At least during the game, he had better speed over them.
“Great game, Mike,” Paul shouted to him over the sound of the water as he passed. “Thanks for coming.”
“No problem, Paul,” Mike replied. “I wasn’t doing anything and it was great exercise.”
Mike turned the shower on and let the hot water wash over him as he used the soap to begin lathering himself. Out of the corner of his eye, Mike noticed that the others were all turned facing him. While proud of his body, their stares were making him uncomfortable.
“I was telling the other about this child molester we interrogated at the station,” Paul said to Mike. “We caught him in the act and during our interrogation, he told us everything he had ever done.”
“Really?,” Mike said. “Disgusting, but that should make the case an easy one.”
“Sure did,” Paul nodded. “It seemed this guy even got a college guy as a victim once. I guess he got some compromising photos of this guy and blackmailed him to keep him quiet.”
Mike froze in place as he listened to Paul’s words. “It couldn’t be” he thought to himself.
“He would sit on this guy’s legs and tickle his feet and forced this poor guy to take it. It seemed his was horribly ticklish, but had to bear the tickling as quietly as possible.” Paul continued, watching Mike with a sideways glance. “I guess he did this for so long that this poor guy got sort of … programmed to the ordeal. By the time he moved on, this poor guy could be made to cum just from having his feet tickled.”
Although standing under the hot water, Mike felt himself go cold.
All the guys had moved closer to Mike, blocking any avenue of escape. “This poor guy ended up with this terrible situation. His feet were horribly ticklish, yet he was unable to prevent himself from getting turned on by it. Unable to bear getting his feet tickled, but if they were tickled, unable to resist cumming and then being even more ticklish. What if anyone ever learned this secret? And do you know what else I found out, Mike?”
Mike stood frozen in place, unable to answer.
“He did this at the same time and place when you were in college. Remember that freshmen year when you had to take the mysterious absence?”
Those words seemed to free Mike from his thoughts and he made a desperate dash to exit the shower. Wet and covered in soap, he almost escaped their grasps, but there were too many of them and he was dragged to the floor of the shower. Each of his arms were held out by one of the men. One laid over his chest and another had his knees wrapped in his arms. Another sat on his ankles. Paul knelt down at Mike’s feet.
“Paul,” begged Mike, “Please. Don’t do this!”
“Once I learned this, Mike, I just HAD to find out just how often I could make you cum, just by tickling these big feet of yours.” Paul’s eyes were focused on Mike’s bare feet, watching as the toes curled in anticipation. “Could a big, strong cop like you really be made to beg and squirm, just by tickling his feet? Can he really lose all control of himself and cum even without being touched?”
“Please, Please … Don’t”, begged Mike, knowing it would be useless. He struggled against the naked bodies holding him down, trying to slip out of their grasp, but unable to do so.
Paul cracked a smile as he slowly dragged his finger from Mike’s left heel toward his toes and heard Mike’s hysterical scream.
“Great game, Mike,” Paul shouted to him over the sound of the water as he passed. “Thanks for coming.”
“No problem, Paul,” Mike replied. “I wasn’t doing anything and it was great exercise.”
Mike turned the shower on and let the hot water wash over him as he used the soap to begin lathering himself. Out of the corner of his eye, Mike noticed that the others were all turned facing him. While proud of his body, their stares were making him uncomfortable.
“I was telling the other about this child molester we interrogated at the station,” Paul said to Mike. “We caught him in the act and during our interrogation, he told us everything he had ever done.”
“Really?,” Mike said. “Disgusting, but that should make the case an easy one.”
“Sure did,” Paul nodded. “It seemed this guy even got a college guy as a victim once. I guess he got some compromising photos of this guy and blackmailed him to keep him quiet.”
Mike froze in place as he listened to Paul’s words. “It couldn’t be” he thought to himself.
“He would sit on this guy’s legs and tickle his feet and forced this poor guy to take it. It seemed his was horribly ticklish, but had to bear the tickling as quietly as possible.” Paul continued, watching Mike with a sideways glance. “I guess he did this for so long that this poor guy got sort of … programmed to the ordeal. By the time he moved on, this poor guy could be made to cum just from having his feet tickled.”
Although standing under the hot water, Mike felt himself go cold.
All the guys had moved closer to Mike, blocking any avenue of escape. “This poor guy ended up with this terrible situation. His feet were horribly ticklish, yet he was unable to prevent himself from getting turned on by it. Unable to bear getting his feet tickled, but if they were tickled, unable to resist cumming and then being even more ticklish. What if anyone ever learned this secret? And do you know what else I found out, Mike?”
Mike stood frozen in place, unable to answer.
“He did this at the same time and place when you were in college. Remember that freshmen year when you had to take the mysterious absence?”
Those words seemed to free Mike from his thoughts and he made a desperate dash to exit the shower. Wet and covered in soap, he almost escaped their grasps, but there were too many of them and he was dragged to the floor of the shower. Each of his arms were held out by one of the men. One laid over his chest and another had his knees wrapped in his arms. Another sat on his ankles. Paul knelt down at Mike’s feet.
“Paul,” begged Mike, “Please. Don’t do this!”
“Once I learned this, Mike, I just HAD to find out just how often I could make you cum, just by tickling these big feet of yours.” Paul’s eyes were focused on Mike’s bare feet, watching as the toes curled in anticipation. “Could a big, strong cop like you really be made to beg and squirm, just by tickling his feet? Can he really lose all control of himself and cum even without being touched?”
“Please, Please … Don’t”, begged Mike, knowing it would be useless. He struggled against the naked bodies holding him down, trying to slip out of their grasp, but unable to do so.
Paul cracked a smile as he slowly dragged his finger from Mike’s left heel toward his toes and heard Mike’s hysterical scream.