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Patrick and his tickle toy (me) Round 2, Part 5. (M/M feet, Explicit and intense)

Eejit

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Patrick 2/5.
Once gain, do feel free to look up the 'Patrick 1' series and the previous 4 instalments of 'Patrick 2' for the context.


Patrick stood with a grin on his face watching my little impromptu foot show, naked, kneeling on the padded surface of his devilish tickle torture apparatus. I looked back over my shoulder at him. He had just made love to me after tickling my feet for about an hour and his huge cock hung down, glistening with Vaseline and temporarily sated. He was not aroused but he was certainly entertained. I sat back on my calves and reached behind to stroke my own soles and my wet, thoroughly sucked clean toes, as much for my own enjoyment as his. Patrick watched for a little while and then glanced at his watch.
“Dear tickle boy, you are just the sweetest little ticklish treat and we are far from finished but I am very hungry. For actual food.”
He reached down and retrieved a white bath robe and a pair of slippers similar to his own and walked over to hand them to me.
“Come on upstairs and let’s get a bite to eat and afterwards I’ll show you that other ‘treat’ I mentioned.”
I hopped off the table, put on the robe and slippers and followed Patrick’s massive form up the stairs, walking through the occasional cloud of cigar smoke in his wake. We exited the low light and sawn wood smell of his tickle dungeon into the real world of his expensively appointed house. The carpets were plush and the décor sumptuous. I followed him into the kitchen where he gestured to a stool for me to sit. He fixed me a drink and excused himself in order to dress to answer the door and take delivery of pizza.

He returned carrying three boxes and smiled at me.
“Would you prefer to eat somewhere more comfortable?” I glanced over at the adjoining open plan living room but he shook his head.
“Follow me.”
He led me upstairs and along the long first floor corridor of the huge house, past the master bedroom to another door further down. He opened it and gestured for me to enter. I walked past him into his ‘den’. The lights were low and the blackout curtains drawn ensuring total privacy. It was a large space, larger than I imagined bedrooms might be. It appeared to have once been two bedrooms but the wall had been almost fully knocked through creating a bedroom with a reception area and leaving only a six inch rim of wall to delineate the divide. There was a double bed in the half of the room closest to me as I walked in but past it in the other half there was a large ‘L’ shaped couch with a coffee table and two huge flat-screen TV’s on a desk against the opposite wall. Also on the desk was a laptop which appeared to be connected to the screens, and there alongside the larger computer sat my friend the iPad. There were another two tripods with cameras. This appeared to be Patrick’s editing suite and it was far more well used and obviously private than his larger more presentable downstairs living room.

The room also contained another item. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at it. It was a standing X-frame of the kind I had seen in internet tickle porn vids. It had two padded kneeling platforms each about eighteen inches off the ground and each equipped with three straps to hold calves in place. It had a thick wide central wooden post which branched off into the upper arms of the ‘X’, each of these also equipped with three straps to hold arms in place.
“I acquired it from a tickle porn producer which was closing up shop. I emailed them to ask for tips on building one and they offered to sell me one they made earlier.” said Patrick, entering the room behind me and dropping the pizza down on the coffee table. “Rather good isn’t it?”
“It’s awesome!” I said. He chuckled.
“Glad you like it. I modified it. The central post used to run up the back but I turned it around so you now kneel there and the post runs up in front of you to there.” He indicated the upper branching part of the ‘X’ which rose to about the shoulder height of the victim before branching off into the arm restraints, offering unobstructed forward view, assuming of course the victim wasn’t blindfolded. I noticed another detail, presumably an addition of Patrick’s: A fleshlight style male masturbator was affixed in a hole in the central support post with a crude means of adjusting the height by stuffing above or below with foam rubber.
“Your feet dangle just there where I can get them, and your cute little bare tushy isn’t protected by the post now that it’s the other way around. The post also has a nice little fuck hole for your cute little cock to enjoy if you’re a good boy. You hungry?” The ‘tushy’ comment excited me enormously.

He switched on the TV’s, brought up his video editing software and set some tickling footage to play on one of them. We would watch video of my feet being tickled while we ate. It was the most recent video, starting with the feathers, graduating to vindictive tickle torture and then giving way to fun tickles again. We finished our pizza and the third box was revealed to contain two portions of chocolate cheesecake, warm and a little gooey and spreading from their proximity to the hot pizza boxes. Patrick lifted my slice onto a plate on the coffee table.

“That’s yours. You may enjoy it at your leisure, but I will require you to lie on your belly and place your feet in my lap for e to enjoy mine.”
I grinned and complied immediately. I climbed up on all fours facing away from him and lowered myself down extending my feet out into his lap. I reached for my cheesecake and tentatively started to nibble at it. Then I felt Patrick grip both my ankles with one of his huge hands, holding my feet together, and deposit his slice straight onto my arches with a plop. It felt warm and gooey. I curled my soles up into a flat plate, sole upwards and toes curling upwards to hold in the cheesecake like a ticklish human dessert bowl. Patrick took a fork from the coffee table and squished the cheesecake out all over my upturned soles, being careful to squish it down in between my toes. He then proceeded to eat it by scraping the thickest off with the fork causing me to squeal with laughter and flail and hammer my fists on the couch. I indelicately put my own portion back on the table quickly realising I wouldn’t be able to eat it. Once Patrick had eaten the lion’s share with the scratchy tickly fork he slurped and sucked the rest off each foot in turn causing very different reactions in me. I gave in totally and concealed none of the exquisite pleasure of getting my soles and toes sucked. I cooed and moaned in genuine erotic bliss as he pleasured my feet, searching out every bit of gooey chocolate cheesecake from between my grateful toes. All the while the sounds of my panicked laughter issued from the speakers as the video played in the background.

“Yes… Oh… Master… That feels soooooo good… Please suck my toes Master!! Yesssss… Ooooooh my god…”
“Mmmm… You like your dessert tickle boy?” he asked around a mouthful of toes.
“Yesssss Master, I love it when you lick my feet and suck my toes!” We were both fully aroused once more.
“Would you like to try out your other treat?”
“Yes Master! Tickle my feet again! Please tickle my feet again!” This caused Patrick to grunt aggressively and close his teeth around my toes as if he wanted to eat them. He shook his head from side to side tickling my toes with his teeth.
“Oh fuck tickle boy, say that again!”
“Please tickle my feet Master!”
“Oh you’re going to make me cum before I even touch you!”

Patrick finished his dessert, slurping the last of the cheesecake from each of my ten toes in turn, pulling each from his mouth with an exaggerated lip smacking ‘pop’ noise. He reached down for my slippers where they lay discarded on the floor and placed them back on my feet. He stood and led me by the hand over to the X frame. He clicked his fingers and pointed at my robe. I dropped it. He gestured silently at the kneeling pads. I stepped out of each slipper and climbed onto the X frame, kneeling on the pads and positioning myself. Patrick came up behind me and fastened my arms into the upper branches ensuring I could not move. His throbbing cock pressed against my ass cheek as he fastened the arm restraints. He fastened a single thin strap over each of my knees fastening them to the padded kneeling boards. He then produced a strong leather belt and placed it around my waist above my hips and pulled it tight. I would not have long to wonder what this was for. He fastened restraints around each of my calves pulling each leg up behind me and fastening each calf to its thigh tightly. He then attached the ties to the belt up my sides. Rather than kneeling with my shins along the kneeling pads parallel to the floor, my soles were now upturned and held in place. He walked around me to the front and kneeled down studiously examining the height of the fleshlight relative to my cock. He adjusted the angle a little and re-stuffed the gaps with foam to hold it. He lubed my erect cock up with Vaseline and then placed his hands on my hips and guided me backwards and then forwards again into the pre-warmed fleshy confines of the sex toy. I moaned with delight as my cock slid inside. As I opened my eyes Patrick was smiling at up at me. He looped a strap behind the small of my back and around the post pulling me in closer but limiting the space for movement which I would need if I were to be able to fuck the fleshlight. He would allow me to cum by loosening the strap only when he chose to. For now he pulled it tight and my excited cock remained buried but stationary.

He examined his handiwork. Then he positioned the two cameras, blindfolded me and trotted off across the room again, I assumed to hit ‘record’. I heard him come quickly back across the room to join me again. He stood behind me, motionless and in silence for what seemed like a minute but was probably only a few seconds. Then I felt his fingers alight gently on my sides. Patrick intended to explore the ticklishness of my upper body a little it seemed. I knew I was ticklish there but I also knew it would prove once more to be a mere amuse-bouche compared to the delights of tickling my feet, currently helplessly exposed, strapped to my thighs. I smiled and flinched as his fingers touched my sides. They started to lightly radiate outwards and back in in increasing and decreasing circles of tickling. I started to giggle silently. His hands started to wander, maintaining their increasing/decreasing circle motion but wandering upwards, slowly upwards towards my exposed armpits. I started to giggle out loud as they got closer. Suddenly they accelerated and dived straight into my pits causing me to yelp and squirm from side to side, finding a little slack in the strap holding me fast to the post. Patrick adjusted it pulling it tight again and allowing no room for wiggling little tickle boys this time.

He dived right back in tickling right in the centre of my armpits with his fingers and I burst out into giggles. My fists clenched and squirmed all I could for naught. I felt him move a little closer in behind me. His arms came around, his fingers wandered freely over my pits, my sides, my hips, my thighs and what he could reach of my belly pressed against the central post. As he drew in closer I felt his cock push against my ass cheek again. I could feel no robe and I assumed he was naked. I would have known I was right if I could have loosened my blindfold.
“Oooooh tickle boy, your soft skin is just heaven to tickle! You’re ticklish from head… to…” And with that his fingers gave up exploring my upper body and drifted downwards.
“…toes.”
He began tickling my feet again. No feather warm up this time, it seemed he had succeeded in renewing his urgency and hunger almost to the same levels they had been when I first arrived. He grunted openly in approval as his fingers touched my wiggling flinching soft soles again. And I squealed and descended into the shrill giggles that only the honesty of truly tickling my feet could bring forth.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!! EEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEheheheheheheeeeee!!! MASTER!! NOHOHOO!!”

Patrick employed no real tactics, instead his fingers wandered as they pleased, just as they had all over my upper body moments earlier. They coped with and worked around the increased wiggle room my feet had compared to their fixed vulnerability in the basement apparatus. His fingers insistently thwarted my wiggling and stayed close to my ticklish spots. He tickled my arches and my toes indiscriminately, saving no spot for ticklish build up purposes. He tickled outside down my ankles and back up along the sides of my feet to my little toes before running in fast scribbly tickles up my soles and back to my heels as the toes dipped downwards trying to escape. He did this several times and although I got wise, I could not prevent the same ticklish outcome from happening every time Patrick did it. He played cat and mouse with my little toes.
I felt his body pull away from mine as he dropped into a squat to shove my toes in his mouth and tickle between them with his tongue. At this, I was able to just about arrest the wiggling and keep them still for him to suck, harnessing every ounce of my concentration to keep my quivering toes from flapping wildly.
“Oh… Yesss!!! Yeheheheeeessss! MASTER!! My toes… Oh, yes…”
“MMMMM… MMMMMmmmmm oooooooooh mmmy grrrrd!!” he mumbled around my toes.

He added a hand’s worth of fingers to tickle the arch as he sucked, breaking my concentration and causing me to instinctively wiggle my toes out of his mouth. His mouth gave chase but he was unable to achieve a satisfactory toe sucking position on either foot if he tickled it. I simply could not keep still. He abandoned sucking to dig in and tickle mercilessly for a minute or two. It occurred to me in the one lucid corner of my brain not swamped with blissful tickle panic that he might be very much enjoying the view of my ass from below as tickled my feet. He stopped tickling to suck my toes once more and once more I concentrated hard on keeping still to offer my toes up willingly for him to feast on. He discovered that he could very gently tickle one foot and suck the other and was just about able to hold the pleasured toes still whilst laughing like a fool from the tickling on the other foot. Patrick used this trick to twist my reactions like dial from moans of pleasure and pleading for him not to stop sucking my toes, all the way on up to mid-range giggling and squealing and any combination between. He continued sucking my toes for another few minutes before he stood up again.

“I know you were enjoying the toe sucking tickle boy.”
“Oh yes Master! It feels sooooo good! I love it when you suck my toes!”
“…but I have to stop for the time being. I have another plan. I suspect you might like it just as much.”
Patrick parted my ass cheeks with one hand and smeared a dollop of Vaseline onto my ass hole with the other. He lubed himself up similarly and then slid the tip of his cock in between my ass cheeks and just up to touch the hole and rest there.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my toes still for you Master!”
“It’s ok tickle boy, you did just fine. Do you want my cock tickle boy?”
“Yes!! Yes I want your cock Master, please fuck me! Fuck me and tickle my feet at the same time!”
He pushed forwards just a little, driving just the tip of hic cock into my ass. He reached down and tickled both my feet again, sending me straight back into fits of loud giggles. I felt his face against the back of my left shoulder as he looked down and watched my foot wiggling under the tickle attack. I curled and uncurled my sole, wrinkling up the soft ticklish flesh and stretching it back out. Neither strategy offered any relief from his canny fingers as they administered to torture we both loved. He stopped again and pushed forwards just a little again, this time driving the whole head of his cock inside. He stopped there and tickled my feet again. Then he pulled out and pushed the tip back up, just kissing the hole of my ass. He was illustrating to me how my ass was his to claim and so were my feet.
“I’m going to cum very quickly after I push all the way in tickle boy. You’re just so delicious. I can’t resist your feet. Your soft ticklish wiggling feet and your tasty little toes… Oh my god tickle boy… say it again, I want to hear it again!”
“Please fuck me and tickle my feet Master! They are your playthings to enjoy however you want for as long as you want! I love it when you tickle my feet!”
“Tell me how much you love getting your toes sucked.”
“Oh my god Master, that is the best feeling ever, especially when you’ve been tickling my feet and then you suck my toes. Your mouth feels warm and my toes love it when you suck them. You can suck them all night… You can just keep sucking them and fucking me and sucking them some more… I’ll try my hardest to keep them still for you to suck! It tickles but I’ll try Master!”
“Ooooh my god tickle boy…” Patrick dug his fingernails into the wood of the central post and drove his cock all the way inside my ass, both of us moaning in pleasure as he slid inside me. He stopped still again once he was all the way inside and he just breathed heavily with his forehead resting on the back of my neck. I felt his head shift right and I knew he was watching the right foot. Sure enough he began tickling it, employing his patented flower picking technique. I burst into giggles again, clenching my ass around his cock now. He reached around the front and dug out the foam rubber from around the fleshlight. He rotated its smallest dimension in line and with the hole in the wood freeing it and he began jerking me off with it, listening to me closely as he did so. He mixed in tickles of my left foot as he jerked the fleshlight on my cock with his right.
“PLEASE… PLEASE…”
“Please what tickle boy?”
“Please… *gasp* tickle my feet… more as you… jerk meeeeheheHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!”
Patrick granted my wish and, impaled on his huge cock, he tickle-jerked his little submissive tickle toy to a quick and breathless orgasm. Then he fucked me. He started slow, moaning loudly as he picked up speed. I could feel his cock thrusting back and forth deep up into my ass. He didn’t last long. Both his hands dropped to tickle my upturned post orgasm ticklish soles as he fucked me hard and fast and came, shuddering, inside me again.
We both stopped still, panting.
“What about the news at ten Master?”
“I think I missed the news tickle boy.”


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Absolutely amazing series. Please keep this going.
Must have reread them 10 times :)
 
Thanks thstep2002 :)
I do love me some foot tickle sex.
Patrick is a big ole sweetie.
You read all the way from the first meeting in King's Cross?
 
Great as always and techniques practiced yielding perfect results!
 
I have indeed. Have loved every new chapter so far. Can't wait to see where it goes from here. Keep the chapters coming. Have loved how sexually frustrated Master has made Tickleboy :)
 
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