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Patrick and his tickle toy (me) Round 2, Part 3. (M/M feet, Explicit and intense)

Eejit

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Part 3 :)

I was once again alone with my thoughts. I was strapped naked to Patrick’s massage table with my bare feet in his stocks. I could still taste his cum in my mouth. I was precisely where I deserved to be: ticklish, trapped and totally at his mercy. I lay there for about 15 minutes this time, once again picturing my own vulnerable bare soles in my mind as the objects of some sadistic tickle torture vid clip I was watching, wishing I could skip ahead to watch them get the tickling they so obviously invited. Then I heard the click of the cellar door again and my excitement shot all the way back up to giddy as it reliably would no matter how many times Patrick came down to use me.
He walked around in front of the apparatus. This time Patrick wore slippers and a white bath robe unfastened at the front with his fully erect cock in full view. He pulled up a small wooden stool.

“Hello again tickle boy. I thought I’d show you some of my progress so far. I’ve been doing a spot of editing.”
Patrick placed an iPad down on the concrete floor in front of my face hole, along with a large bluetooth speaker. He pressed play on a video file and I found myself watching my own wiggling feet being tickled and listening to my own loud laughter from the last time I was tickled. It was the part where Patrick played the game of making me squeal in ticklishness with sudden frenetic tickles of the middles of my arches. The file lasted just under 3 minutes. I could hear my own embarrassing squeals as Patrick bested me over and over again. For some reason that I can’t explain it was utterly humiliating and wonderfully erotic at the same time. My cock, pointed at the floor, hardened almost immediately to full mast and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I watched the ‘footage’ – so to speak. Apparently my cock was visible to Patrick from where he now sat on the wooden stool.
“Ah, do you like our little home movie tickle boy? You appear to…”
“Yes master… I…” I blushed as another loud squeal filed the room. Patrick waited to hear if there was more to that sentence.
“Do you like seeing your own feet being tickled tickle boy?”
“Yes master.”
“Tell me precisely why. What is going through your head tickle boy? I shall be displeased if you don’t tell me.”
“My feet are soft and ticklish and vulnerable looking Master. It might be the kind of video I would like to watch even if I didn’t know they were my feet. It’s beautiful when ticklish feet get tickled against their will. And it’s embarrassing listening to my own laughter, and being embarrassed and humiliated for your pleasure turns me on master.”
“My my, thank you for your candour tickle boy. I reward obedient tickle boys as you know. You may watch our tickle porn for a while.”

Patrick put the video on repeat, got up and left my small field of view. I heard him open a drawer in the bench behind me and then pull up the office chair to the side of the apparatus.
“Do you think you could cum purely from having your cock tickled with feathers tickle boy?” My pulse leaped again.
“I don’t know master!”
“Would you like to find out?”
“Yes please!” I replied eagerly, almost cutting his question off before he finished it. He chuckled.
“Very well.” I felt two feathers make contact with the tip of my cock dangling through the gap in the table. I closed my eyes and uttered a shrill moan of surprise and pleasure which flowed downwards into a giggle towards the end.
“MMMMMMMMMAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahaha…”
The feathers lightly tickled and caressed up the length of my cock to my balls and twirled around gently on my balls for a while. I thrust my hips downwards and my ass clenched. This was one of the most intensely ticklish sensations I had ever felt but while it almost matched my toes for ticklish sensitivity, it was different. It was far less panicky and entirely more simply pleasurable. I felt none of that deliciously desperate need to escape which tickling my feet caused.
“Oooooh… oooh… yes… master… that feels wonderful…”
“Good. And it will doubtless have the added benefit of making you even more ticklish for me to enjoy after you cum. Every delightful stroke of these feathers brings you closer to torture again tickle boy. You should probably try to resist for as long as possible.”
“Please… don’t stop master… Ooooh my god…” The feathers wandered back down the length of my shaft all the way to the tip again and I thrust forwards as they tickled the underside, just back from the tip. Patrick knew precisely where the most sensitive places were. I continued my appreciative moans of genuine pleasure for a little while without cumming, I wasn’t sure if something as arrhythmic as feather tickling could make me cum. Patrick didn’t seem to mind, he seemed to be enjoying watching me enjoying my reward for being a good little tickle toy. I watched the repeating video clip of my feet being tickle tortured and became more familiar with it as it cycled through into a third viewing. I felt the pleasure start to build somewhere around the 1 minute mark of the third pass and Patrick detected the upturn in the depth of my breathing. He dropped the feathers and tickled up and down my cock with his fingertips accelerating me over the edge. I moaned loudly in pleasure as Patrick tickle-milked me out onto the concrete floor.

“Jolly good. Did you enjoy that tickle boy?”
“Yeeeesssss master…” I mumbled as I panted for breath. Patrick walked back around in front of me and presented his cock to my mouth.
“Say a quick thank you to your tickle master before your torture begins.” I sucked his huge cock obediently and gratefully again, craning my head forwards into the padded face hole to admit him as deep into my mouth as I could. He allowed me to suck off his pre cum and then he withdrew, still hard. He reached down and paused my tickle porn clip on a lovely still of all ten of my toes splayed out in torment.
“Good boy. Try to catch your breath for a minute, you’ll need it.”

Patrick strode back around, collecting the chair as he passed and settled at my feet again. I lay perfectly still. He leaned over and gave a very gentle quick little lick of my left arch and I yelped and squirmed. The enormity of my post orgasm foot ticklishness now became apparent to me. I was in some trouble. Then Patrick licked another little quick lick along the toe tips of my right foot and I squealed and giggled in total panic for far longer than the duration of the lick.
“Oooooooooh my god, master, I think maybe I’m not going to be able to handle thiiiiisssss…”
“I’m not sure what you mean. You can neither handle it well nor poorly. You have no agency in it at all. All you can do… is… LAUGH!” And with that Patrick’s fingers touched down on my feet and began tickling all over them. I leaped out of my skin. I howled with laughter, belly laughed all my air out and vocalised loudly as I gasped another breath in. Patrick did not let up. He had started off with fingertips again, presumably intending to graduate onwards to fingernails in a short while as he usually did. Knowing his torture habits didn’t lessen the torture. There was to be no game of ‘draw out the squeal’ this time, just quick steady finger tickles, patternless and random over my defenceless soft young feet leaving not a millimetre un-tickled. My ankles, my heels, my toes, the balls of my feet, generous tickles of my arches, lingering and returning there, all of my most ticklish spots were being tickled mercilessly.
“NOOOO… AAAAAAAAAAAAAH… AAAAHAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAA… MAAAAHAHAHASTER!!! AAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

I bounced and writhed and struggled with all my might like a caught fish on deck, affecting only a few millimetres of movement in any direction under the tight straps.
“Ooooh yes tickle boy! This is just what the doctor ordered. I’m going to tickle your pretty feet until dawn my darling little plaything! Tickle tickle tickle!” I was in ticklish meltdown. I knew it wouldn’t have been long after my arrival that Patrick would want to try out full on maxed out torture. He had done well to save until the third ‘visit’ knowing as I did how much tickling my feet made him horny. I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I had to endure this. I knew somewhere at the back of my mind that I loved it, but most of all I knew panic and the need to escape and to make it stop or risk losing my mind. But I was powerless.
“Ooooh but tickle boy’s pretty little toes miss master’s tongue don’t they? Awww, there there, master will lick the cute little toes!” He began sticking his tongue out in just the right spot to tickle the bases of my toes as my feet wiggled from side to side in the two to three inch range they could still wiggle in. The wiggling was now intensifying the tickling but I couldn’t possibly keep my feet still whilst his fingers tweaked at my heels.

“Mmmmmm, delicious little toes all for me?” He leaned in closer and began sucking my toes as he tickled my soles. I wasn’t sure if he was expecting to hear some change in the laughter output from hysterics to more pleasured giggly moans, as sometimes happened at lesser intensities, but all I could do was try to get enough breath into my lungs to belly laugh it all out again. He was not put off and he grasped my left foot and held it still while he sucked greedily on the now totally helpless toes. The right was left to wiggle as his other hand tickled it. He crammed as many toes into his mouth as he could, drooling a little rivulet of drool down the top of my foot towards my ankle and the padding of the stocks. He snaked his tongue between each toe and devoured my ticklishness like a foot shaped lollipop. Whilst I could not convey the pleasure of having my toes sucked in my frantic laughter, I cherished the sensation internally. My toes were super sensitive post orgasm but no matter how much it tickled, I couldn’t help but love getting my toes sucked. They were free to be as over sensitive and mind-bendingly ticklish as they pleased, the torment would always be mingled with pleasure as long as they were being sucked. Patrick switched feet, chasing down the right and holding it steady to feast on my toes and tickle the left with his free hand. Then he simply held both and suck-tickled my toes with his mouth only. At this new twist I was just about able to catch my breath and, without any control of my own, I now heard my noises give way from terrified howls of tormented laughter to giggles and squeals and gasps of pleasure. Patrick worked an index finger and thumb around both of my big toes holding them together and held both feet in place whilst his tongue wandered further afield, over the balls and pads of my feet to lap in warm tickly slurps at my arches.

“Oh my word, tickly boy. You do have the tastiest tickliest feet in all the world don’t you? How careless of you to get caught barefoot in the tickle dungeon of a tickle monster! Tickly tickly tickly feet, tickly feet, tickly feet…” He sang me another little song taunting me in his childish voice.
“If my toes tasted this good, I’d never let anyone find out in case they ate the all up for dinner! Tickle
tickle tickle little tickle boy!”

Patrick gave a long lingering slurp all the way up each sole in turn, gripping with one hand and stroking his cock with the other.
“Oooooh god tickle boy, your feet are so beautiful… All mine now!” He dispensed entirely with the childish taunting vice and I could tell his hunger and lust were starting to get the better of him. He would apparently hold out a little longer though. He removed his glasses and pressed his moustached face into my upturned soles while he reached under the stocks to tickle my calves. Then he returned his fingers to my soles and began torturing me once more. I giggled lightly at the calf tickling and then descended straight back into tormented laughter as he renewed his attack on my poor besieged feet.
“I need them…” He suspended the torture to kiss each of my soles briefly before continuing.
“They are my property now tickle boy.” Another kiss.
“You shouldn’t even be allowed to walk on them.” Another kiss. This time when he continued he added in the dreaded fingernails and I was catapulted right back up to absolute maximum panic, squealing and screaming in ticklishness for all my lungs were worth. He scratched his fingernails from the mounds of my heels, dragging them all the way down the curves of my soles to work them deep into the crevices of my toes. He scratched his fingernails on the tips of my toes, struggling with his aim amidst the wiggling, and breaking his own ‘soft-toe-tickle’ rule in his haste and uncontrolled tickle lust. He dragged his fingernails all the way back up to my heels again, drinking in my panicked laughter. I was crying and in genuine distress from the sadistic tickle torture being unleashed on my feet before Patrick finally gave me a breather.

“Tickle boy…”
“Yes master?” I snivelled, shaking in my bonds.
“Ask me to tickle your feet again.”
“No… master… please… I don’t think I can take it, I’m so ticklish master…” I had no idea why I thought saying that would help. My mouth had betrayed me once more.
“Ask me to tickle your feet. Now.” He reiterated more forcefully.
“Please carry on tickling my feet master.”
“Oooooh my god tickle boy, again! Say it again!” he said standing up from his chair.
“Please carry on tickling my feet master! I want you to tickle torture my feet all weekend! Use me as your tickle toy master!”
Check and mate.
That I had embellished and not simply repeated the requested phrase sent a surge of lust straight to his cock and he launched back into quick focussed fingernail tickles of my soles and toes again. He subjected me to another minute or two of total tickle hell, not even bothering to take his seat this time. This however, turned out to be all he had the willpower for and he stopped, kissed and licked his way up the backs of my legs, licked all over my bare pale ass cheeks, licked and kissed up my back and then trotted round to present his cock to be sucked again. Despite being all but broken, sweating, crying and panting, my willing mouth was always ready for Patrick’s cock any time he chose. I sucked and pleasured his cock as he fucked my mouth. He reached over and worked his fingers down into my armpits, lubricated and made vulnerable by my sweat, and almost choked me on his cock. He prevented me from breathing entirely as he tickled my armpits and drove his cock into my mouth and up to the back of my throat. Mercifully he came after only a few seconds, shouting in pleasure as he shot his load directly down my throat. I coughed and spluttered and gasped as he withdrew his cock allowing me to breathe once more.

“Oh, my tickle boy, I’m sorry!” He said in an uncharacteristic break from character. “I nearly choked you!”
“It’s ok master, please fuck me anywhere you want as hard as you want.” I managed after some spluttering. He smiled.
“You are earning your treats today tickle boy. Are you aroused again? Would you like some more cock tickles?” I smiled, my eyes still watering from the coughing.
“Yes please master.”
“I’ll also throw in another little treat I’ve been considering, since you are such a delightfully obedient little toy.”
He walked over around the side and pulled up his chair in his cock tickling position but before he sat down, he placed a palm on each of my ass cheeks and parted them gently. Then he leaned over and tickled around my ass hole gently with his tongue. It felt tickly and wonderful and I gasped again in surprise and pleasure. He continued to lick-tickle gently at my ass while holding one cheek aside and he reached the other hand underneath holding both feathers in a ‘V’ and he feathered my cock and balls as he lickled my ass hole. It was heaven. I giggled and cooed softly and appreciatively as I enjoyed this intimate tickle, and I stared at the still paused freeze frame of my tickled feet. I came again after a few minutes, now milked twice. I dreaded to think how sensitive my toes might be now as I dizzily calmed down from orgasm.

Patrick stood up.
“You are such a cutie tickle boy. One last thing before I go and continue editing our little project…” Patrick trotted off over to the drawers and retrieved something. He trotted back over to stand next to my ass, lightly grazing his fingertips over my ridiculously sensitive feet as he passed. He smeared a generous dollop of what felt like Vaseline onto my ass hole and then slowly inserted a sex toy, shaped like a small to medium penis or dildo but covered in little bumps which stimulated my ass as it slid inside. He left it there and switched it on to vibrate causing me to gasp in pleasure and surprise again. Then he blew me a kiss, switched off the light and left me alone in the dark again. It would be somewhat difficult to think this time…

:YesMaster: :feets: :blush:
 
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