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Married man gets owned by Male massage therapist (m2m)

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I have been a lurker with a generic TMF account for years, enjoying the free pics, videos and stories offered by the wonderful TMF community. I’m a married 40 something year old with one grown child now at college with a great IT job and a loving wife. Over the past few years I have been spending more time lurking while in private fantasizing more about my love of feet and tickling. I’m probably about 80 percent Ler with females and 20 percent Lee with a strong fascination for being tied and tickled. I have very little experience except for some fun with the wife and some early childhood times but to be honest I am very vanilla is this venture. It wasn’t until the internet that I realized that I was not the only one who loved this fetish and watching posted videos and reading stories helped bring my fantasies to a prospect of maybe having something happen in real life. Now that being said, I am very masculine guy who is still shy about my likes, even to the point where I get embarrassed if the wife casually mentions to a friend that I like pretty feet. So the idea that I would ever get to live out any of my fantasies was quite remote. That brings me to this time in my life where I have become a full-fledged ticklee to a mid-50s, sadistic massage therapist named Roy.
I have been getting massages at our upscale Salon for a few years with only a couple of different massage therapist – both female gals being my main masseuse. It was over Thanksgiving weekend that my normal girl was out of town and after a tough beginning of the week I scheduled a massage the day after Thanksgiving for the last appointment of the day. The only opening was with Roy who I had met a few times while waiting in the sauna or near the hot tubs. He was a bearish type standing 6’2, big barreled chest, large thighs, not fat, but full bodied man that I learned he developed his physique working in the shipping industry at shipyards around the Seattle area. The one thing I did find myself at times mesmerized with was his large size 13 feet. One afternoon while waiting for my massage, I relaxed in the hot tub and it was not uncommon for the workers to also use the spa when off-duty. Roy and a couple of other people were in the large hot tub talking casually when Roy stuck his big feet out of the tub to let them cool as he casually talked with others. His wet shiny feet were within arm’s reach as I fantasized reaching out and running my fingers up his soles. To my embarrassment I found myself getting erect and knowing my massage was coming up I did everything I could do stop the arousal. Thankfully I controlled myself but was sure that Roy could see I was obviously enjoying my free look.
When I showed up Friday the nice girl who signed me in told me I was the last massage and asked me if I wanted to pay now or just add to my credit since she was leaving and Roy would lock up. I told her to just put it on my account as Roy came in to escort me back. As we walked back Roy put his big hand on my back and said, “Finally I get to work those kinks out of your body.” His hand felt like a big bear claw and crazily as he padded me on the back I swear it tickled a bit. I am not sure why but I felt nervous and excited at the same time as Roy handed me my robe and sandals. I think you should go take a hot shower first, really let the steam work on you as I set up, that will help you begin your relaxation. I was scheduled for a 90 minute deep tissue massage and with the wife visiting her mother for the weekend, I was in no rush to go home. The thing with Roy, is every time we chatted I felt as if he was sizing me up, with looks that made me uneasy. In fact, I felt that I was cowering in his presence as he was the type that would stand real close using his size to intimidate. Now I stand 6’1, 200 pounds and stay in pretty good shape but I felt like a little boy standing next to this big bear. Once again as I showered I felt myself fantasizing about Roy’s feet, cursing to myself as I began to stroke myself. Suddenly I heard Roy say, hey man, I’m ready for you. I’m not sure if he saw what I was doing, but I said, OK, be right there as I turned the cold water on to get my arousal down. The massage started out fine with some great work on my shoulders and back, but when Roy got down to the back of my legs, his grip was just enough below my buttocks that I flinched and surprisingly let out a giggle. Oh sorry Jerry, didn’t mean to tickle you. Just those words by themselves got my heart racing. It’s OK I sputtered out but once again Roy’s big hand hit the same spot and once again I jumped and gave out an Eeeek, even laughing at my sensitivity. Roy chuckled a bit, I heard from Elana that you had a sensitive body, but she understated how ticklish you are. There was that word again and this time it was said as a statement of knowing. I didn’t know what to say, so of course I said the wrong thing. I’m not that ticklish. As soon as I said it, Roy said, “Yeah, I think you are Jerry.” And with two hands he found the same spot again on both legs. This time I shrieked and burst out struggling as his fingers wiggled between my buttocks and inner thighs. A good 10 seconds and I thought I would fall off the table. Roy was chuckling as I tried to catch my breath. You are damn ticklish Jerry, and the stress I feel in your shoulders says you need a good laugh to really relax. I was stunned by the tickle attack, but now Roy was telling me I needed a tickling? I stammered in protest and realized I was getting aroused. I looked up from my prone position and saw a stern looking Roy smiling down at me. Here, stretch your arms over your head.
I was still laying on my stomach with the towel barely covering my ass and for whatever reason, I obeyed and stretched out my arms over my head, exposing my hyper sensitive arm pits. Roy still leaning over me next to the massage table used an index finger from each hand to lightly tickle the pit hairs before finally reaching my skin. I squealed like a girl tugging my arms down trapping his wiggling finger inside my pits. My struggles had me roll to my back using my hands to try and grab Roy’s hands. I am a strong guy, but was no match for the much powerful Roy, who grabbed my forearms and pinned my arms snugly to the padded table. He was leering now and I realized I was naked as the towel had slipped off during the struggle. I was scared but turned on as my years of fantasies seemed to be coming alive. You are one damn ticklish dude and to be honest, I really want to try out a new massage technique and I think you would be a good subject to test it on. I vaguely remember protesting but Roy assured me as he kept me pinned that it would be the perfect stress reliever that he knew I needed. His calm but firm demeanor put me at ease as I let my fantasies about being tickled overcome what should have been common sense. What did you have in mind I meekly asked? You have to trust me first, but you will really enjoy what I have planned for you. If I had been reading a story like this online, I would have to believe it is made up but here I was actually experiencing the moment. I know my cock was rock hard but I didn’t care as I agreed to Roy’s request. If I had known what level of sadistic tickle torture he was about to take me on, I would have jumped up and ran out. But never being held down and tickled as an adult; I had no idea how a helplessly bound person who is extremely ticklish would react to what Roy had planned for me. Hold your arms where they are at for a second and trust me. Roy reached down under the table and produced two leather straps that were secure to the underside of the massage table. He quickly secured my left, then right wrist in the Velcro restraints. He made a quick adjustment which pulled my arms tight over my head, pinning my head between my biceps. Before I could protest, Roy was at my feet doing the same as the Velcro wrapped around my ankles. With a few quick cranks from the underneath device I was stretched out tight. I tried to struggle but that only allowed a few small movements of my body. Roy smiled as he used another strap to from under the table to pin my body to the massage table just above my knees across my thighs. That’s kind of tight Roy. I can hardly move as I pulled hard on the arms restraints and realized they didn’t budge at all. I was stretched out and helpless. Roy’s tone now really changed, as he menacingly said, “That’s to keep your uppity arrogant ass from moving around too much as I tickle you”. He must have seen the fear in my eyes, but he didn’t care. He leaned in over my waist spying my 7.5 inch hard-on as it hung over my belly. You’ve got a big cock my ticklish friend. Guess that’s why you got that pretty trophy wife. I love massaging her because when I work my thick fingers between her legs, she never protest. Did she tell you that? I’m sure you don’t know that I enjoy pleasuring her like that, but now I am going to do what I really like to do Jerry and tickle the crap out of you. My mind could hardly comprehend what he was telling me. First the revelation about my wife getting off with Roy’s help would explain her weekly sessions at the Salon, but also her willingness to fuck almost without missing a night after a massage. Roy continued his taunting. Your wife told me over a year ago innocently how ticklish you were while discussing another patient who was deathly ticklish. I have been hoping for a long time to get you on my table Jerry. Roy walked over to his work station and opened a drawer. He walked over with a stiff white feather as I gasped in surprise and even tried in vain to struggle free. Roy traced the feather from the tip of my cock slowly tracing down my shaft then back up again. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me as Roy worked the stiff feather slowly around my hips tracing up my stomach as he circled my belly button. I stifled my giggle but knew it would only be a matter of time before I lost it. Working slowly up my torso he circled my nipples slowly, as his eyes locked in on mine. That’s it Jerry, hold on to your laughter, because once I really get going you will laugh until you pass out. Please Roy, let me go, I change my mind….But Roy laughed out loud in a mocking way, “You don’t get it do you Jerry?” I love tickling guys, especially married masculine guys and turning them into my personal tickle bitch. I know you want this, but even if you didn’t, you aren’t going anywhere now. The stiff feather worked around my neck and tickled a lot. I started to giggle and struggle but going nowhere I finally gave in and laughed harder. The feather driving me crazy as once again Roy worked it over my shaft and balls. Roy asked, “Jerry, ever been edged?” I’ve heard the term before but wasn’t certain of the true meaning which I think the confused look on my face told Roy I hadn’t. I’m going to keep you from shooting for a very long time, but you will keep this hard-on the entire time. This will drive you insane and make the tickling that much more intense. I must have shown a mad pissed off face that made Roy attack me pits with his big hands. His fingers dug into my pits as he sternly looked deep into my eyes, daring me not to laugh. I screamed and shook as much as I could but his fingers had a free reign over my exposed pits. In desperation I thought that my loud laughter would bring someone to the room to see what was happening but I quickly realized I was the last appointment. I squeeze my eyes shut as his fingers found the mark working from the lower half of my pits up to my elbows with a light soft nail tickle the sensation making me hoarse with laughter. Roy was good at what he did. Tickle attacks lasted no more than 3 minutes tops, but most only 1 minute intervals. He used different tickling techniques all over my torso to include light touches over my hips bones, slow rib counting as he loudly stated on each rib – One, Two, and three. He tweaked my nipples during the tickle breaks, rubbed my ears roughly and even used a stiff paint brush to keep my cock at full mast. I was weakening fast and like the expert he is, Roy noticed when I needed real breaks even supplying me with ice cold ice tea that I drank from a straw. I tried to talk to Roy innocently begging that I had enough. He got mad and produced a red ball gag that I had only seen in videos placed on women on the internet, but now Roy was stuffing the red ball with small holes in my mouth as he secured the leather strap behind my head. Roy pulled out his tablet and took several pictures of my bound body to include a close up of my now gagged face. “What would the wife say if she saw these pictures of her very aroused husband”? Roy pondered out loud. I was scared as I realized that Roy now had blackmail material on me. The whole scene was crazy but yet, I was still rock hard as once again Roy used the paint brush to get me struggling with an erotic arousal my mind was having trouble processing. In the short breaks I loved what he was doing to me, but then found myself embarrassed that I liked it so much. After a few minutes Roy told me it was time to work over those soft looking feet of yours Jerry. My eyes went wide, as I realized how ticklish they are and in my present state very vulnerable. Tickle Tickle he teased my nipples with his big thick fingers. Are your feet ticklish Jerry, I bet they are as you are already struggling. I’m going to put some warm baby oil all over those soles and toes working the oil in real deep. Roy pulled up a chair as I felt the warm oil drip over the tops of my feet. I could feel my feet wiggle helplessly, even scrunching my toes but also enjoying that I was actually playing into the whole scene of being tickle tortured. I started to think that I might as well enjoy what I can, even play into it since it would probably never happen to me again. His big strong hands worked the oil into my soles but every so often he would light scratch the ball of my foot, making me squeal and giggle. My feet were securely trapped, very little wiggle room, but enough that if I really arched my foot I could escape by an inch Roy’s fingers. Roy seemed to enjoy the game as he bantered me with comments to include the following. Looks like the under toes are ticklish…your heels are so sensitive Jerry….Hey you, don’t you dare scrunch your toes on me Mister. My feet were totally oiled up when Roy broke out the electric toothbrush which I had watched a thousand times online a brush used on bare soles and always wondered if it really tickled. Just the sound of the toothbrush turning on got my feet wiggling as I heard Roy chuckle. As the electric brush worked over the ball of my right foot I howled into my gag as I realized it was throwing a sensation through my body I have never felt. Roy at some point pulled my toes back, then placed the brush under my toes, then used his hand to clamp my toes over the brush. When he turned it on my body thrashed in my bonds like mad as the tickling was off the chart. Roy did this several times with different toes leaving me a mumbling mess. He actually worked my feet over for 20 minutes as sweat glistened my body I was exhausted.
You get a break for 10 minutes Jerry, but first you are going to shoot your load as his big hand firmly gripped my shaft he teased me about my wife, called me his tickle bitch and other stuff but after a short minute I was heaving out a load. I thought I would pass out, but instead I smiled inwardly to myself, satisfied that I was actually experiencing real life tickling. The ball gag was removed but Roy kept up the taunt as he forced fed me some more cold ice tea which felt good going down my throat that was raw from laughter. I’m going to roll you on your stomach and work over some new spots Jerry, even going to tease that ass of yours. I begged as he teased me, slowly stroking me once again to erection. He told me that he had another married guy he torments monthly and wanted to let me know that he was going to do the same to me. You know your wife gets pleasured by me almost weekly, and I know by your reaction that you are into the tickling aren’t you. I didn’t respond but as our eyes locked he understood that I was into it. Why else would you let me bound you helplessly to the massage table. Imagine my reaction when your wife said, “Oh Jerry is deathly ticklish, he can’t stand to be tickled.” She even recalled the story from your teen years when the twins next door to you tricked you into cowboys and Indians game, leaving you hog-tied then tickling your bare feet. Roy mentioning the time in my past brought back intense feeling of helplessness at the hands of the red haired twins. Maggie and Cindy were to slightly overweight teen girls who tricked me into seeing if I could escape hands tied behind my back. We were only 13 but once my hands were tied, they bound my feet together with their Dad’s ties and completed a hog tie. I was mad cursing at them, when Maggie pulled off my Converse and white socks exposing my bare feet. They both took turns tickling me until I ended up crying. I was so embarrassed that I told nobody but my wife what had happened. Roy’s slow hand job had me on the edge again. He worked enough slack in the leather binds holding me in place and rolled me to my stomach.
He took some more pictures and then lightly tickled my back with the stiff feather. It was an annoying tickle that had me squirming. His fingers were used next to lightly tickle my pits again. He had a maddening way of lightly tickling the hair in my pits and slowly working them until he got to the skin. When he dug his fingers in deep I was howling. Knowing I was going to get tickled helped me get into the role now. I started to beg him not to tickle my super sensitive pits which Roy was only too glad to exploit. He called me tickle bitch and spanked my butt red whenever I needed a break. His big hand hurt like hell each time which must have really excited him because he finally stripped naked and jerked off an inch from my face. Roy told me he was going to video the tickle torture of my bare feet. I will post your foot tickling and punishment on the internet for all to see Jerry. You will be a star to all those foot and tickling fans over the internet. It’s funny that the tickle torture of my feet would be something I will also watch as I don’t think Roy understood just how much I was into it. Roy was setting up his tools which included a hair dryer that he explained would super heat my soles, making my feet that much more sensitive. He also produced a wooden spoon that he slapped in his hand explaining that some sole punishment was in order. But the worst part was a small electric vibrator that Roy showed me and told me he planned on strapping it between my butt cheeks. I started to protest and struggle forcing an annoyed Roy to once again place the ball gag on me. The vibrator was placed snugly between my cheeks – held in place with duct tape. Warm oil was worked over my soles with my toes pointing down I could do little to resist. The hair dryer was turned on and for the next 10 minutes hot hair hit my soles with Roy occasionally rubbing in more warm oil. The sensation was almost too much when Roy finally started to poke and stroke my sensitive soles with a metal fork. He would poke spots all around my feet from my under toes to scrapes along my heels. My laughter was maddening as this new tickling verged on real torture. After 10 minutes of tickling I was given a short rest, some more ice tea to drink and the ball gag over my protest was put back in place. My body ached from fighting against the restraints as I had reached my tickling limit. I have read many real life tickling stories/events where the tickling is pushed past what the person could take and I was already there. Roy left the room and came back a minute later with a tray of ice cubes. He wasted no time working the cubes over my soles. I struggled against the weird tickling sensation which made it even worst as the cubes were worked up the back of my legs. After a few minutes, Roy said it was time to punish my soles. Scared I muffled protest through my ball gag aware that my feet were still being filmed.
The click of a button, then the vibration racing through my body as the vibrator rumbled freely between my butt cheeks. I remember arching my back as much as I could and letting out a primal growling scream as the sensation was just too much. Whack, as the wooden spoon smacked my right foot. Whack again on my left foot. For the next minute every 3-5 seconds the wooden spoon found its mark. Not so bad where I would call it abuse, but enough that I know how tender to touch they were getting. Combined with the vibrator and the overwhelming dominant control Roy had over me my erection being forced tightly against the massage table was too much and once again I shot my load. This time the multiple sensations were too much and I passed out. I’m not sure how long I was out but when I came around I was ungagged – still bound but now on my back with Roy sitting in his chair, feet propped up giving me a perfect view of his big pink soles. With a no-nonsense look, Roy asked me if I wanted to get tickled some more, or would I prefer to give Roy’s tired feet a massage. Beaten, and humbled by the long tickle torture and forced ejaculations I quickly agreed to service Roy’s feet. I will recline on the massage table and you will be on your knees on the mat I placed there and massage my feet exactly as I tell you, got it!? I was more than happy to get free and service his feet. Even though I was exhausted I once again found myself aroused as I massage Roy’s big feet taking great pleasure in working the spots Roy directed me to work. At one point I told him, can I kiss your feet? He smiled wryly and told me to kiss each toe slowly. Needless to say the next 30 minutes I slobbered over his soles and toes and for the first time in many years I shot my load for the 3rd time that night.
Roy took me to the shower making me wash his body clean as the steam enveloped us. I was scared he was going to make me do stuff I didn’t want to but he just kept telling me how he was going to tickle me like he did tonight once a month. I am also going to tie you up with my other straight masculine married friend and have fun with both of you at the same time….
I’ll have to share some of the last 3 months with another recap story, but for all those who have lurked and read over the years, wondering if this could happen to you sometime. Keep trying, because you never know.

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Hey, probs a small but important thing - formatting. I'd love to read the story but the one massive paragraph is a little daunting.
 
I am incredibly ticklish and I love being tied down and tickle tortured. This story appealed to my every ticklish sensation and was wonderfully arousing. I'd love to contribute my experiences here as well. Please write me at veryticklishsoles at the Y dot com.
 
This was so sexy, erotic and fun. I would love to be tied down by a tickle massage therapist!
 
Great story. Would love to see the victim get tickled by Roy with his wife watching, maybe helping out even.
 
Loved this but just kinda need it broken up a bit into paragraphs. Still great though.
 
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