Travis the Skate Punk (m/m)

It was a hot summer day, and I was

sitting in the courtyard of my apartment

complex when I scoped out this blond skater

with a buzz cut. He was shirtless, wearing

blue shorts and blue Osiris skate shoes. I

walked up to him as he was practicing

flipping his skateboard.

"Hey dude, pretty awesome moves!" I

offered. He looked up at me, wiping the

sweat from his brow with the back of his

hand. "Thanks, man. This 360 flip is really

tough though, I"ve been practicing it for

weeks."

"Do you skate around here often?"

"Not here, I usually practice in the

court a couple blocks from here, but this

one seemed good today cuz there's not many

people around to watch me mess up."

We both laughed.

"What's your name, by the way?" I

asked.

"Travis."

"Well Travis, you seem pretty hot.

Wanna come up to my apartment for something

to drink? It's important to stay hydrated in

this weather." He thought for a minute, and

said, "Sure, yeah, I guess I am pretty

thirsty."

We went up to my air-conditioned

apartment. I offered him a seat while I went

to the kitchen to pour him a large glass of

ice cold lemonade. I handed it to him, and

he didn't waste any time drinking it down.
"Man, this A/c feels SO good! I didn't even

realize how much I was sweating," he said,

looking down at his bare chest, his shorts,

and his skate shoes.

"Do you wanna see something really

cool?" I taunted. Travis' eyes lit up.

"Sure!" he replied.

I led him to a spare room that had a

wooden apparatus in the middle for gullible

visitors. I opened the door and said "Tah-

dah!"

Travis looked at the device wide-

eyed, and said, "Oh, I know what that is!

It's one of those medieval things you put

people in, they're called, um...."

"They're called stocks. And you're

right, they were used in medieval times,

mainly to punish and embarass lawbreakers."

"How do they work," Travis asked.

"Well let me show you. Just take a

seat on this comfy bench right here. I

opened the latch of the stocks, and lifted

the top board. "Just rest your feet on these

indents here." Travis did just that, and

then I brought the board down and secured

the latch. Travis was now sitting with his

feet securely locked in my padded stocks.

Then I took a some soft white cotton rope

and tied his hands behind his back. Then I

stepped back to behold my handiwork.

"Voila!" I said. "It's pretty comfy,

isn't it?" Travis wiggled around for awhile,

trying to escape, grinning from ear to ear

the whole time. "Now what happens?" Travis

asked, clearly having fun.

"Well lets see... When a criminal was sentenced to the stocks, his shoes and socks were taken off so people could tickle the soles of his feet all day." At hearing this, Travis' feet twitched, and he made a renewed futile effort to pull them free. I grabbed both his shoes by the heels and pulled them off with one swift motion, revealing his size 9 bare feet. The pallor of his soft soles contrasted very nicely with the rest of his tan skin. This was perfect! Here I had a cute skater punk locked in my padded stocks, with an absolutely beatuiful pair of soft stinky size 9 feet at my complete disposal.

Travis grinned and clenched his toes in anticipation.

Love it so far. Is there more?