Pghtkltorture
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Where Master Stephen was strict, Master Jeremy along with Mistress Ashley were relentlessly cruel. My time spent with them was the first time since this ordeal began that I was unable to come and go as I pleased. For two solid weeks the couple took their pleasure in toying with me.
The first week I was tickled throughout the day. My cock was a constant plaything for my Mistress. She used every part of her plump body to extract cum from me several times a day between tickle torture. My cock became a constant companion for her mouth, hands, large tits and more often than not her chubby feet. Very little made her as wet as my warm cum covering her feet.
My feet, however, were an object of her fiance’s desire. He loved to torment my feet. Each day he had Ashley lotion my soles. When they’d absorbed every ounce of moisture they could from the lotion they would tickle my slippery soles as I cried and begged. When he tired of tickling me he would hold my big toes together and fuck my bare feet. After he climaxed, Ashley would once again lick his hot cum from my soles, making sure to turn her tongue into the effective tickle tool it could be.
The only time in two weeks that I was allowed to wear clothes was the first morning of my servitude. He had Ashley take me for a pedicure. Master Jeremy loved humiliation and this was my first real taste of it. Not only did the pedicure force me to submit to some tickling in public from the traditional procedure, but Ashley slipped the technician an extra $20 to work as many tickles in as possible. The most humiliating part however was when I had to ask the technician to paint my toes pink. Before I left, Master Jeremy had said “With feet as soft and ticklish as any bitch’s they might as well look like a bitch’s. The sight of my pink painted toes around his cock seemed to only excite him more.
The second week followed with more humiliation and of course brutal tickling. It was much the same with one big exception. I was no longer milked, in fact I was denied orgasm the entire week despite a horrendous amount of teasing. They loved hearing me beg for release, only to be bound with my hands behind my back and forced to worship Jeremy’s slender masculine feet as they fucked on the couch above me.
As it turned out, my last night of servitude was the night before their wedding. Master Jeremy had taken me to his brother’s shop after hours so that he and the groomsmen could get ready for the wedding the following day. While they drank beer and got their hair cut, I stood naked in the corner.
“I don’t get it” said his brother as he brushed off his neck. “You’re totally ok with Ashley being all over his junk”
“It doesn’t bother me, I’m the one she’s fucking. What do I care if she enjoys torturing the little bitch” He laughed “besides that’s not the point.”
“What is?” chimed in one of the groomsmen as he sipped beer from his red cup.
“Power. Would you believe that little bitch was a hire powered marketing executive? He is a black belt and at one time a ranked fighter. He could take any one of us without much hesitation.” Replied Jeremy.
“So why doesn’t he?” said the other groomsmen from across the room
“Because he is broken.” Jeremy snapped and I turned and walked to face him, my eyes locked on the floor as I stood naked before all the clothed men. He pointed down and I dropped to my knees and removed his shoes, then his black dress socks and began to kiss the tops of his bare feet. After a few seconds I lifted his foot to my face level and began to lick his left sole from heel to toe. After two weeks of this, I knew exactly how he liked having his feet worshipped. “He is terrified because he knows he is so weak. Why are you so weak little bitch?”
“Because I’m very ticklish, sir.” I responded between licks.
“How ticklish can he be?” responded one of the groomsmen as he reached down with both hands to tickle my ribs from both sides. I dropped to the floor in a shocked and giggling mess. In doing so, I let go of the master’s foot causing it to fall back into the metal chair. He cursed. When the groomsmen stopped I got back to my knees and looked at the floor. I knew I was going to be punished. They conversed for a moment. They finished another beer as I knelt trembling. After conversing for a minute I was ordered to the waiting couch where my arms and legs were bound to the metal arms with extension cords. Each man took a spot around my naked body. Each of the groomsmen had a foot to deal with while the brother stood by my head. Jeremy remained by my midsection.
It started with my left foot, followed by my right. With one hand each groomsmen held my big toe and second toe separated while they ever so lightly drug a comb between the two toes. I jumped and gasped, trying to pull my foot away to no avail. They moved between the next two toes. Working their way down the line. I grunted and stuggled. Giggles escaping occasionally as I rocked my head back and forth.
Jeremy’s brother started to play with the hair in my armpits. He would wiggle his fingers in both pits, then one, then the other. I tried to pull my arms down, but there was not an inch of movement to protect myself. He would alternate, but never in any pattern, making it impossible for me to anticipate where he would be concentrating his attack.
Jeremy just sat back and watched. He would occasionally give a pointer. He told the groomsmen at my left for too slow his attack, to just tease me, while he told the one at my right to intensify. My brain wasn’t able to process the difference in sensation. I felt every single stroke. He mentioned my nipples to his brother. He began to twist them like he was dialing in a radio. Not hard, just very light little twists that drove me insane.
I felt a cool sensation as beer was poured over my soft pink toes and the bristles of a mustache as a warm tongue began to probe my bare sole. “God his feet are as soft as any girl’s I’ve ever licked” the groomsmen at my left foot said as he adjusted his hardening cock in his pants. He worked his tongue around and in between my toes.
It got to the point that I was not really laughing anymore. I was just twitching and gasping. Jeremy’s brother leaned forward and started working my ribs, pinching down my sides. I begged and pleaded for a break breathlessly. The groomsmen were working my feet over with tongues and finger tips. The one on my right foot found an especially sensitive spot under my toes that sent me into another fit of laughter.
After about an hour Jeremy called it to a stop. I was allowed a few minutes to rest before being untied and retied with my hands bound to each ankle. This left me face down on the couch. Jeremy walked into my few holding a small shaving brush. My eyes went wide with horror. I shook my head from side to side. I begged and pleaded. He silenced me with a cough.
“Do you know what I’m going to do with this brush” he said, smiling menacingly
“yes sir.” I was now openly sobbing.
“say it” His smile never broke. The groomsmen took a seat waiting to see what was coming.
“you’re going to tickle my cock and balls, sir” I said shaking with fear
“annnnd” he said in a sing song way
“and my ass, sir” I gulped and trembled. My cheeks instinctively clenched.
“Let’s give you a chance. If you can go 5 minutes without your dick getting hard, I won’t tickle you. I’ll let you get dressed and go back to your home and you’ll never see me again. “ He looked at his watch and then nodded to the groomsmen who again poured beer down my soles and lapped it off. Now slowly and sensually. It no longer tickled. It felt amazing. Yet I did my best to resist. Jeremy reached down and gripped my cock. He didn’t stroke it. He didn’t squeeze it. He just wrapped his hand softly around it. After a week of being denied orgasm while constantly being teased, that’s all it took. He laughed out loud as my cock swelled in his hand. It was replaced by his brother’s hand. Jeremy held the brush infront of my eyes. Then putting his hands together he began to spin the brush between them. He brought the spinning brush to my cock head, held in place by his brother’s hand. My body thrashed so hard that Jeremy’s brother had to hold me down. It was like electricity on my swollen head. The hand on my cock squeezed as the bristled did their work. I grunted, I screamed, I swore. He moved the brush to my balls. His brother pulling my balls to the front of my sack so that I couldn’t move. My full balls ached to cum but it didn’t make them any less ticklish. I shrieked with every dusting. He circled my balls for 10 minutes. He never used the same technique though. Never allowed me to adjust or anticipate the tickling. He worked the brush in small circles on each testicle. They brushing sweeps like he was sweeping a floor. Yet I knew what was coming. The groomsmen who had been sucking my toes and keeping my cock rock hard during all of this stopped and used their strong hands to spread my cheeks apart. I begged through my sobs. He just laughed and then stroked my most vulnerable spot with glee. I shook violently but never moved as the thousands of bristles violated my asshole. He swirled it around, mocking me with every twist of the brush.
The assault ended twenty minutes later. But my humiliation didn’t. I served the feet of each man. The only rule seemed to be that no one was allowed to make me cum. One groomsmen sucked my toes while he pushed his big bare feet in my face and demanded I lick them. The brother made me lick his soles in long licks while the other groomsmen fucked my pink toes. Anytime they felt my cock had gotten too hard they would dip my balls into an ice cold beer until my hardon subsided, only to use a foot to get it just as hard again. Then they would spank my ass until it softened.
This continued throughout most of the night until every man had soaked my soles in their cum. Finally when they were satisfied I was loaded into Master Jeremy’s car. My hands bound behind my back, sobbing with my hard cock pressed against my jeans. He regaled me of the things that were in store for me the upcoming week as he planned to pay for 7 more days of my “services”. We entered the dark living room and he turned on the light.
Ashley sat tied to a chair. Her feet tied to two chairs spread infront of her. A small vibrator buzzed between her legs as she moaned and sobbed softly. Feathers and brushes were scattered amongst the room. Her face was beat read and mascara ran down her cheeks. The soft click of a revolver as Mistress Lisa stood leather clad with a whip in one hand and a pistol pointed at Jeremy’s chest.
My exhaustion didn’t allow me to process much. Some arguing, it resulted in Jeremy being bound to a chair beside her. Mistress Lisa escorted me to the bed room. She unbound my hands and more tenderly than I had ever seen her helped me into the bed. She undressed me gently. My cock raged as it sprung from my boxers as she removed them. She gently reached down and gave it a half dozen strokes causing an orgasm to rock through my body. I passed out as she cleaned me up with a warm washcloth.
I awoke 14 hours later to the sounds of both male and female laughter.
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The first week I was tickled throughout the day. My cock was a constant plaything for my Mistress. She used every part of her plump body to extract cum from me several times a day between tickle torture. My cock became a constant companion for her mouth, hands, large tits and more often than not her chubby feet. Very little made her as wet as my warm cum covering her feet.
My feet, however, were an object of her fiance’s desire. He loved to torment my feet. Each day he had Ashley lotion my soles. When they’d absorbed every ounce of moisture they could from the lotion they would tickle my slippery soles as I cried and begged. When he tired of tickling me he would hold my big toes together and fuck my bare feet. After he climaxed, Ashley would once again lick his hot cum from my soles, making sure to turn her tongue into the effective tickle tool it could be.
The only time in two weeks that I was allowed to wear clothes was the first morning of my servitude. He had Ashley take me for a pedicure. Master Jeremy loved humiliation and this was my first real taste of it. Not only did the pedicure force me to submit to some tickling in public from the traditional procedure, but Ashley slipped the technician an extra $20 to work as many tickles in as possible. The most humiliating part however was when I had to ask the technician to paint my toes pink. Before I left, Master Jeremy had said “With feet as soft and ticklish as any bitch’s they might as well look like a bitch’s. The sight of my pink painted toes around his cock seemed to only excite him more.
The second week followed with more humiliation and of course brutal tickling. It was much the same with one big exception. I was no longer milked, in fact I was denied orgasm the entire week despite a horrendous amount of teasing. They loved hearing me beg for release, only to be bound with my hands behind my back and forced to worship Jeremy’s slender masculine feet as they fucked on the couch above me.
As it turned out, my last night of servitude was the night before their wedding. Master Jeremy had taken me to his brother’s shop after hours so that he and the groomsmen could get ready for the wedding the following day. While they drank beer and got their hair cut, I stood naked in the corner.
“I don’t get it” said his brother as he brushed off his neck. “You’re totally ok with Ashley being all over his junk”
“It doesn’t bother me, I’m the one she’s fucking. What do I care if she enjoys torturing the little bitch” He laughed “besides that’s not the point.”
“What is?” chimed in one of the groomsmen as he sipped beer from his red cup.
“Power. Would you believe that little bitch was a hire powered marketing executive? He is a black belt and at one time a ranked fighter. He could take any one of us without much hesitation.” Replied Jeremy.
“So why doesn’t he?” said the other groomsmen from across the room
“Because he is broken.” Jeremy snapped and I turned and walked to face him, my eyes locked on the floor as I stood naked before all the clothed men. He pointed down and I dropped to my knees and removed his shoes, then his black dress socks and began to kiss the tops of his bare feet. After a few seconds I lifted his foot to my face level and began to lick his left sole from heel to toe. After two weeks of this, I knew exactly how he liked having his feet worshipped. “He is terrified because he knows he is so weak. Why are you so weak little bitch?”
“Because I’m very ticklish, sir.” I responded between licks.
“How ticklish can he be?” responded one of the groomsmen as he reached down with both hands to tickle my ribs from both sides. I dropped to the floor in a shocked and giggling mess. In doing so, I let go of the master’s foot causing it to fall back into the metal chair. He cursed. When the groomsmen stopped I got back to my knees and looked at the floor. I knew I was going to be punished. They conversed for a moment. They finished another beer as I knelt trembling. After conversing for a minute I was ordered to the waiting couch where my arms and legs were bound to the metal arms with extension cords. Each man took a spot around my naked body. Each of the groomsmen had a foot to deal with while the brother stood by my head. Jeremy remained by my midsection.
It started with my left foot, followed by my right. With one hand each groomsmen held my big toe and second toe separated while they ever so lightly drug a comb between the two toes. I jumped and gasped, trying to pull my foot away to no avail. They moved between the next two toes. Working their way down the line. I grunted and stuggled. Giggles escaping occasionally as I rocked my head back and forth.
Jeremy’s brother started to play with the hair in my armpits. He would wiggle his fingers in both pits, then one, then the other. I tried to pull my arms down, but there was not an inch of movement to protect myself. He would alternate, but never in any pattern, making it impossible for me to anticipate where he would be concentrating his attack.
Jeremy just sat back and watched. He would occasionally give a pointer. He told the groomsmen at my left for too slow his attack, to just tease me, while he told the one at my right to intensify. My brain wasn’t able to process the difference in sensation. I felt every single stroke. He mentioned my nipples to his brother. He began to twist them like he was dialing in a radio. Not hard, just very light little twists that drove me insane.
I felt a cool sensation as beer was poured over my soft pink toes and the bristles of a mustache as a warm tongue began to probe my bare sole. “God his feet are as soft as any girl’s I’ve ever licked” the groomsmen at my left foot said as he adjusted his hardening cock in his pants. He worked his tongue around and in between my toes.
It got to the point that I was not really laughing anymore. I was just twitching and gasping. Jeremy’s brother leaned forward and started working my ribs, pinching down my sides. I begged and pleaded for a break breathlessly. The groomsmen were working my feet over with tongues and finger tips. The one on my right foot found an especially sensitive spot under my toes that sent me into another fit of laughter.
After about an hour Jeremy called it to a stop. I was allowed a few minutes to rest before being untied and retied with my hands bound to each ankle. This left me face down on the couch. Jeremy walked into my few holding a small shaving brush. My eyes went wide with horror. I shook my head from side to side. I begged and pleaded. He silenced me with a cough.
“Do you know what I’m going to do with this brush” he said, smiling menacingly
“yes sir.” I was now openly sobbing.
“say it” His smile never broke. The groomsmen took a seat waiting to see what was coming.
“you’re going to tickle my cock and balls, sir” I said shaking with fear
“annnnd” he said in a sing song way
“and my ass, sir” I gulped and trembled. My cheeks instinctively clenched.
“Let’s give you a chance. If you can go 5 minutes without your dick getting hard, I won’t tickle you. I’ll let you get dressed and go back to your home and you’ll never see me again. “ He looked at his watch and then nodded to the groomsmen who again poured beer down my soles and lapped it off. Now slowly and sensually. It no longer tickled. It felt amazing. Yet I did my best to resist. Jeremy reached down and gripped my cock. He didn’t stroke it. He didn’t squeeze it. He just wrapped his hand softly around it. After a week of being denied orgasm while constantly being teased, that’s all it took. He laughed out loud as my cock swelled in his hand. It was replaced by his brother’s hand. Jeremy held the brush infront of my eyes. Then putting his hands together he began to spin the brush between them. He brought the spinning brush to my cock head, held in place by his brother’s hand. My body thrashed so hard that Jeremy’s brother had to hold me down. It was like electricity on my swollen head. The hand on my cock squeezed as the bristled did their work. I grunted, I screamed, I swore. He moved the brush to my balls. His brother pulling my balls to the front of my sack so that I couldn’t move. My full balls ached to cum but it didn’t make them any less ticklish. I shrieked with every dusting. He circled my balls for 10 minutes. He never used the same technique though. Never allowed me to adjust or anticipate the tickling. He worked the brush in small circles on each testicle. They brushing sweeps like he was sweeping a floor. Yet I knew what was coming. The groomsmen who had been sucking my toes and keeping my cock rock hard during all of this stopped and used their strong hands to spread my cheeks apart. I begged through my sobs. He just laughed and then stroked my most vulnerable spot with glee. I shook violently but never moved as the thousands of bristles violated my asshole. He swirled it around, mocking me with every twist of the brush.
The assault ended twenty minutes later. But my humiliation didn’t. I served the feet of each man. The only rule seemed to be that no one was allowed to make me cum. One groomsmen sucked my toes while he pushed his big bare feet in my face and demanded I lick them. The brother made me lick his soles in long licks while the other groomsmen fucked my pink toes. Anytime they felt my cock had gotten too hard they would dip my balls into an ice cold beer until my hardon subsided, only to use a foot to get it just as hard again. Then they would spank my ass until it softened.
This continued throughout most of the night until every man had soaked my soles in their cum. Finally when they were satisfied I was loaded into Master Jeremy’s car. My hands bound behind my back, sobbing with my hard cock pressed against my jeans. He regaled me of the things that were in store for me the upcoming week as he planned to pay for 7 more days of my “services”. We entered the dark living room and he turned on the light.
Ashley sat tied to a chair. Her feet tied to two chairs spread infront of her. A small vibrator buzzed between her legs as she moaned and sobbed softly. Feathers and brushes were scattered amongst the room. Her face was beat read and mascara ran down her cheeks. The soft click of a revolver as Mistress Lisa stood leather clad with a whip in one hand and a pistol pointed at Jeremy’s chest.
My exhaustion didn’t allow me to process much. Some arguing, it resulted in Jeremy being bound to a chair beside her. Mistress Lisa escorted me to the bed room. She unbound my hands and more tenderly than I had ever seen her helped me into the bed. She undressed me gently. My cock raged as it sprung from my boxers as she removed them. She gently reached down and gave it a half dozen strokes causing an orgasm to rock through my body. I passed out as she cleaned me up with a warm washcloth.
I awoke 14 hours later to the sounds of both male and female laughter.
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