“Lost Super Bowl Bet” Part 4
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Erin Nettle, Christiana Dalton, Kara Sellers, and Katie Hicks were looking up at Gavin in fear as he searched for a pair of scissors. Once he located them, he eagerly walked back over to the hogtied women with a devilish smile on his face. Gavin knelt down beside Katie, who was watching him like a hawk. She sighed and asked , “Dude, what now? Ugh!”
Gavin simply told her, “Don’t worry about it.”
Katie: “Well, I am worried about it! You pervs have been nothing but...Hey what are you doing?!!”
Gavin lifted Katie’s dark blue dress up to her waist, revealing her tan, muscular legs and her shapely ass, which had been highly toned by doing thousands of squats and jumps. She had on a black thong. This choice of underwear was usually out of character for the more practical one of the group, but she needed to wear something for the wedding that wouldn’t leave a panty line under her dress. Katie instinctively tried to thwart Gavin by rolling to her side. Whatever he was thinking of doing, she didn’t want to cooperate.
But that didn’t matter to Gavin. He quickly took the scissors and snipped one side of her thong clean through. The thin cloth fell away from her hip. Katie shouted one surprise and rolled back to her stomach to try and keep Gavin from cutting away her panties anymore. But he easily snipped the other side as well. Then he pulled the black thong free from Katie, who was still bewildered by what he was doing.
Katie: “Hey!! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Those are mine! What, decided to take a souvenir?! You guys are freaks!”
Gavin gave her toned ass a firm squeeze, to which Katie growled angrily and shifted away. Then he continued going down the row of women. Next was Kara. She was less defiant than her friend, Katie. When Gavin lifted her black dress, she whined and tried to pull it back down with her tightly bound hands. Her small, toned buttocks were pale and lovely. They highlighted the bright red thong hugging her hips and running down between her rounded cheeks. Gavin easily nudged her reaching hands away and snipped the sides of her thin, red thong.
Katie: “No, don’t cut it! Ugh! That was one of my best thongs! Why are you doing this, you creep?!”
Gavin caressed her bare tooshy and watched her writhe uncomfortably. He chuckled and moved on to Christiana. The banking loan officer gave him a death stare as he approached. She tried to kick her legs and pull away as he pushed up her short, black dress. Her wide, fleshy bottom was swallowing her skimpy pink thong. Gavin groped both of her globular mounds and jiggled them to watch them clap together. Christiana grunted with extreme annoyance and tried hard to squirm away.
Christiana: “Ugh! Knock it off, creep! Hey, what are you doing?! Those are my panties! Stop it! Leave them on!”
Gavin snipped both sides of the pink thong and pulled it away, leaving the grouchy brunette still bound and now without any panties. He moved down to Erin, who was eyeing him with a worried expression. She whimpered as he moved her floral dress out of the way. Her small bubble butt looked even more impressive when it was framed with a sexy purple thong. Gavin couldn’t help himself. He had to fondle the gymnastics instructor’s peachy bottom. It was more than a handful and felt so creamy. Gavin took the scissors and snipped away the thin fabric, depriving the pretty blonde of her panties.
Erin: “Aww, is that really necessary?! Come on! What do you need to do that for?!”
Gavin tossed all of the snipped underwear in a small pile in front of the women. At about that time, Caleb returned with supplies. He laid out a bottle of baby oil and four hairbrushes on the couch, each with varying designs and features. Caleb didn’t waste time. He popped open the top of the baby oil bottle and began applying it to the women’s upturned soles. A generous drizzle of oil landed near each lady’s toes and cascaded down toward her heels. Then Caleb would smear it in to make sure it covered every surface and filled every crevice. By the time he had visited each of the wives, the four pairs of pretty soles were all glistening and extra sensitive.
While Caleb was applying the oil, Gavin recruited Alex to help him re-gag the women. They started with Katie. Gavin picked a random thong from the pile, which happened to be the pink one Christiana had been wearing. Katie, being a bit of a ditz, found herself staring at the thong in confusion as Gavin wadded it up. But things became very clear when he suddenly pressed it to her mouth and shoved it in. Katie gasped somewhat in surprise, which didn’t help her keep the thong from going in her mouth. Before she knew it, the panties were balled up inside her and Alex was quick to wrap the black cloth gag around her face again, pulling it tight into a cleave gag. Katie’s eyes went wide as she began cursing and shouting. But her protests were even more muted now with the added layer in the equation.
Katie incoherently yelled, “MMMHHHMMM!!! HHHHMMMM UUUHHHFFMMM!!!”
Gavin pulled up another pair of underwear, Katie’s snipped black thong. He began scrunching them up as he approached Kara. The respectable Human Resources administrator was not about to be demeaned like that. Kara began shouting, “No! No way! Don’t you dare come towards me with those! Those are not going in my mouth! Do you hear me, mister! I refuse to let you MMMMFFFFHHHHMMM!!!” Kara’s eyes lit up with shock as her mouth was stuffed with her friend’s black thong. The thought of it was revolting to her and she tried to spit them out immediately. Gavin held it in as Alex slipped the black cleave gag around her head. Parts of the thong stuck out a little around the gag, contrasting with Kara’s bright red lipstick as she groaned and grumbled muffled complaints.
Christiana knew what was coming next as Gavin and Alex made their way over to her. Gavin held up Erin’s purple thong and started crumpling it up in his hand. Christiana pursed her lips together tightly and turned her head away. She shook her head from side to side in disagreement as she whined in protest behind sealed lips. Gavin abruptly pinched her nose shut, cutting off any future air. Christiana grumbled and furrowed her brow in anger as she tried to shake his hand away. But Gavin held her nostrils closed, preventing her from getting fresh air. As her cheeks started to turn red, Christiana finally exhaled and drew in new breath through her mouth. When she did, Gavin was quick to force in the wadded up thong. Christiana looked pissed as she let out a muffled yell. She shook her head some more and let out, “HHHMMFFFMMMM!!!” Alex quickly threw the gag around her mouth and sealed in her friend’s underwear.
Erin was the last one to have not been gagged and she knew exactly what was in store for her. Having watched Christiana fail to hold out against the gag, she realized it was pointless to try and resist. Gavin brought over Kara’s bright red thong and balled it up. He asked her, “Alright, Missy. Are you going to be a good girl and open up?” Erin looked at her friend’s panties mere inches from her face. God this was revolting. But what choice did she have? They were going in her mouth whether she wanted them to or not. Erin timidly opened her mouth a little. Gavin commanded her to open wider. Erin looked like she could cry, but she obeyed and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Gavin stuffed in the red thong, much to the dismay and whining of Erin. Alex tied the gag around her mouth so she couldn’t change her mind and spit them out. Erin looked up at Alex with pleading eyes and whimpered, “Mmmhhhhmmmm...” Parts of the red thong were visible around her filled mouth as he knotted the gag tightly.
The women could hardly see what was going on behind them as the men took their seats on the couch once more. All they knew was that it couldn’t be good if their soles were all oiled up. Their captors must have something different planned. The four spouses erupted into muffled and obscured laughter as the men surprised them with a vicious foot scrubbing with the hairbrushes.
Katie Hicks wasn’t happy with the fact that her feet were above average when it came to being ticklish. The few times that boyfriends managed to get at her feet in playful exchanges, she managed to kick and wrestle free before she suffered too much. But now being absolutely trapped and forced to face her weakness, the feeling was nothing short of maddening. The slippery oil allowed the plastic tips of the cheap hairbrush to rub rapidly across her muscular, size 8 arches without the worry of it feeling painful. The result was just pure, mind-consuming panic as Katie was overwhelmed by the ticklish sensations coursing through her feet.
Katie wiggled and bucked around on the floor as she let out embarrassing guttural laughter and groans into her gag. Katie didn’t care at this point. She was reacting like a wild animal now. Saving face was not a concern. Katie convulsed uncontrollably as Alex slid the brush bristles across both arches in quick succession. Katie’s mind was flooded with the awful ticklish zaps. She moved every which way she could think of while being restricted in a hogtie on the floor. The only thing that remotely made the tickling a fraction better was screaming as loudly into her gag as she could in desperation.
Kara Sellers tried to roll from side to side as her narrow, size 7 feet were scrubbed. She cackled into her gag as the bristles glided from her smooth, rounded heels all the way to the base of her toes. Caleb was wielding a smaller, plastic hairbrush that allowed him to really concentrate most of the bristles right in the sweep of Kara’s slender arches. The feeling was driving her mad. She had never experienced baby oil on her feet, much less how it felt when a brush was applied.
Caleb skillfully ran the bristles right up to the base of her toes before he turned its momentum and trailed it back down to her pinkish heels. Kara groaned awkward laughter into her gag with each excruciatingly ticklish pass up and down her soles. Stifled complaints and belly laughter were caught in the wad of panties in her mouth. Kara hated this experience so much. She would much rather have Caleb go back to sucking her toes, as much as that pained her to admit to herself. It wasn’t quite as bad as this God awful brush roaming her defenseless soles.
Christiana Dalton thrashed around and wagged her feet as hard as her fatigued muscles would allow. Her whole body shook with intense, nonstop laughter as Gavin slid the large hairbrush around in a figure eight pattern across both of her broad, shapely arches. Christiana’s big, size 9 soles jolted and wiggled with unbearable ticklish agony as the brush scrubbed over the tender flesh. Tears trailed down her cheeks as she wailed into the panties wadded up in her mouth. She shook her head from side to side in disbelief that this was happening to her.
Gavin was merciless. He brushed her creamy heels and made sure to scrub the bristles back and forth across the pads below her toes, making her scream her head off into the cleave gag. The banking loan officer had some very sensitive feet and this was pure torture. Her oiled soles were totally helpless against Gavin’s broad hairbrush. Christiana’s face was turning bright red and her hair was a disheveled mess. She felt like she could pass out at any second due to a lack of oxygen. Christiana prayed as hard as she knew how for the terrible tickling to end.
Erin Nettle squealed into her gag as the brush contacted her tiny, helpless soles. The youth gymnastics instructor flailed her bare, size 6 feet around trying to avoid the menacing bristles. But it didn’t seem to make much difference. Her peds were too immobilized in the hogtie. Erin laughed hysterically into the balled up thong and cleave gag, which made her sound like a cackling idiot because it sounded so bizarre. Her tiny toes curled and flexed as the hairbrush scrubbed across her oily soles.
Whenever Bryson would rub the hairbrush over the pads below Erin’s short toes, she would arch her back and give a distorted scream into her gag. She couldn’t stand the to be tickled there, especially by a tool like the hairbrush. Erin tried to reach her hands back to stop the maddening sensations, but it was pointless. Bryson laughed at her efforts as he continued to elicit belly laughter and pathetic, desperate screams from her.
The tickling continued for a little while longer, but at this point the women were utterly destroyed by the cruel tickling they had endured at the penthouse. The men stopped finally and left them still giggling into their gags on the floor. They talked amongst themselves and had a proposition for the ladies. In order to hear their answers, they would need to undo the gags and let them speak.
As the gags were untied, each woman instantly spat out their thong gag onto the floor. The panties were all soaked with spit. The women all looked disgusted that they had to endure that and made weird expressions as they smacked their mouths together to erase the memory of the wadded up panties.
Gavin: “Ladies...it’s a simple choice...let us fuck your feet or continue to be tickled with the hairbrush.”
Erin, Christiana, Kara, and Katie all had disturbed looks on their faces as they heard the offer. How could they agree to something so degrading? How could they endure more tickling though? As they visibly and audibly showed their disappointment with the offer, Caleb took the bottle of baby oil and began applying a fresh coat to their upturned soles.
Erin began to tear up and begged, “Oh no! I can’t take anymore of that hairbrush! Please! Not more oil! Don’t do that! I’ll do it! Anything you want! You can do whatever you want with my feet as long as it isn’t more tickling with that damned brush!”
Christiana rolled her eyes hard and stayed quiet while her feet were re-coated with oil. It was as if she was having an internal debate about what to do. Being strictly religious, Christiana was struggling with the idea of violating the sanctity of her marriage and letting another man get off to her feet. Plus it was her feet, which grossed her out. The brooding brunette shook her head in disbelief and looked off to the side with a look that could kill. Gavin looked at her and asked, “So is that a no from you, sweetheart?” Christiana brought her death glare forward toward him and said in a bratty tone, “It’s not a no...” Then she huffed and looked away again.
Kara cringed as she felt oil being rubbed into her feet once more. There was no way she could take that kind of tickling again. She was quick to answer, “Yes! Yes, that’s fine! I can’t believe I’m saying that but yes! Just no more tickling, okay? Please?!”
Katie scoffed as she felt Caleb pouring more oil onto her arches and then smearing it around. She wasn’t happy but she told Gavin, “Unbelievable...yeah I guess if you guys are going to keep being dicks to us even though we had NOTHING to do with that stupid fucking bet!” Katie didn’t want to say it, but she knew her feet were too ticklish to take anymore humiliating tickling with the hairbrush.
Bryson untied the portion of Erin’s restraints that secured her ankles and wrists together. To be free from being bent up like that for so long felt amazing. Then Bryson told her to roll to her back. He wanted to sit on the couch and see her feet propped up on his lap. Erin obeyed and rolled to her back. Her wrists were still bound, as were her feet. Bryson picked up her legs and guided her feet to his penis. Then he slipped his member between her soft, tiny feet as she tried to control her disgusted expression.
Gavin kept Christiana in her hogtied position. He liked the idea of keeping her contorted in such a powerless way while he fucked her feet. Christiana had been anticipating being freed from the uncomfortable position and was severely disappointed when that didn’t happen. She actually felt jealous of Erin being untied and able to roll to her back, as crazy as that sounded. Then the feisty banker was even more upset when she felt Gavin’s cock slide between her meaty arches.
Kara was also untied. Caleb even untied her ankles as well. Then he led her up onto the couch and had her lean against the arm of it while he placed her feet in his lap. Kara’s wrists were still tied behind her back but she would be free to use her feet however she needed to get this over with. Kara tried not to show how grossed out she was as her soles touched Caleb’s erect penis. She didn’t want anything to do with footjobs or toe sucking or foot guys in general. It creeped her out.
Katie also remained hogtied. Alex just loved how her soles looked sticking up in the air behind her. Katie grunted and scoffed as she felt Alex start to rub his naked dick around on her feet. “The little perv must get off to helpless women being forced to pleasure him with their feet,” Katie thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. Alex’s member was stiffening by the second and was soon sliding between her trapped arches.
Erin pouted and had to look away as Bryson sat on the couch and thrust in between her arches. It was too embarrassing for her to watch. The gymnastics coach never could have guessed she would one day being giving a random guy a...FOOTJOB of all things!! Erin whined as she felt his penis snaked between her petite feet. Her shiny, oil-covered soles wrinkled and flexed as he had his way with them.
Christiana could barely contain her contempt at being reduced to a footjob slave. Bound and powerless to stop Gavin from foot fucking her. The only reason Christiana was biting her tongue and not berating him with insults is because she thought that would result in more tickling as punishment. Her tender foot bottoms persuaded her to be polite, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t roll her eyes or make disgusted faces as she faced away from him. Christiana groaned with extreme annoyance as she felt his cock thrusting back and forth between her high arched soles.
Kara was leaning back against the arm of the couch and pouting as she was expected to use her feet and her feet only to please this stranger. She didn’t have the first clue of what to do or what he might like so she clumsily started touching his member with her soles. Caleb positioned her feet together so that they formed a pocket with her silky smooth arches. Then he got her going by guiding her feet up and down his shaft. Caleb moaned with pleasure as the dark-haired beauty stroked his dick with her buttery soft soles. Kara thought the whole thing was seriously messed up. She scrunched her face into an expression of disgust whenever Caleb would close his eyes and lean his head back in enjoyment.
Katie looked violently angry as she ground her teeth together in silence. Her body was being jostled forward slightly with each thrust between her captive feet. Occasionally Katie would call back to Alex, “Ugh! Almost done yet?!” But he wouldn’t respond. Katie thought to herself, “This is so degrading. I was supposed to be enjoying a beautiful wedding in New York and visiting with friends. Not having some guy tickle the crap out of my feet and then fuck them. God, what was wrong with him? Didn’t he like doing regular shit with chicks? Who am I kidding? He’s probably never had a chick before. A woman’s feet are probably the only thing he can get off to.”
Just then, another incoming call lit up Kara’s phone, which was still propped up on the kitchen chair in front of them. Gavin was quick to pop up and pick up the phone. The women begged him to answer the call and not decline it. Gavin laughed and said, “Hey, why don’t I FaceTime your husbands, huh? Show them what their sweet wives are up to?” Soon, the husbands all appeared on the tiny screen together. They didn’t dare lead off with insults this time. They just wanted their wives safely returned.
Gavin: “If it isn’t the four biggest losers in New York! Got our money yet? Or were you calling to let us know we could keep your wives instead?”
Seth was holding the phone and answered for the group, “Look, we got your money okay? How do you want to do this? We just want to know our wives are unharmed and that they’ll be returned to us. Do you want to meet somewhere so we can give you the money?”
Gavin: “Oh, we’ll get to those details in a minute. But you should know that we’ve been having some fun with your wives. In fact, they didn’t want to be tickled anymore so they agreed to get us off! What do you think about that, huh assholes?! Here, let me set you down so you can watch if you don’t believe me.”
The husbands lost their cool and roared insults into the phone as Gavin propped it back up. The wives all got a crummy feeling in their gut. They hadn’t even considered how it would sound if their husbands found out they had AGREED to give these guys footjobs! Their husbands would probably feel awful, and rightfully so. But how could the wives ever explain that the tickling was just too unbearable to endure any longer?!
Gavin returned to his spot and began thrusting between Christiana’s meaty soles once again. She scoffed with plenty of attitude and tried to pull her feet away. Christiana called back at him, “Do you really have to do this right now? In front of my husband?! What is wrong with you?! I’m a good, Christian woman. This is humiliating!” Gavin just ignored her and kept enjoying himself.
Katie was still being rocked back and forth by the rhythmic pumping of Alex’s cock between her arches. It never occurred to her that Neal would be watching her give the footjob when she agreed to it. Katie felt not only disgusted by the act, but also completely tricked. She angrily shouted behind her, “Haven’t you had enough fun already?! Come on, put your thing away and let me go!” Katie growled with frustration as his dick continued to slide between her moist arches with ease.
Erin’s cheeks got red hot with embarrassment when she found out her husband Justin was watching via a FaceTime call. She was lying on her back with her legs up in Bryson’s lap. Erin had been rubbing her feet back and forth on his stiff penis, but stopped when the husbands started watching. No way she wanted Justin to know that she had agreed to this. But her motivation quickly came back when Bryson reached down and gave her oily sole a quick tickle with one of his fingers. Erin squealed in surprise and immediately began sliding her tiny soles up and down his shaft again.
Kara looked rather concerned sitting on the couch with her feet in Caleb’s lap wrapped around his swollen member. She knew she absolutely didn’t want to be tickled, but couldn’t just go along with things in front of the camera either. Kara whined and said loud enough for her husband to hear, “No! Stop that! Let me go! I don’t want you having your way with my feet!” Caleb put a stop to that when he trapped her feet in an armlock and gave her a quick finger tickle across her slippery soles. Kara shot up and screamed laughter. She immediately gave in and said she would continue. Caleb told her, “Just use your toes now. I’m almost there.” A look of disgust and disappointment washed over Kara’s face. But she did it anyway, re-gripping his shaft with her long, lollipop toes and giving it several tugs.
Seth: “Hey assholes! If you guys fucking get off to our wives’ feet, then no money! You got it?!”
Gavin called out from behind Christiana, “No money...no wives returned. I guess we’ll just keep them here as our personal play things.”
At just about that time, Bryson leaned back into the couch and moaned. Erin’s small, slick feet had sent him over the edge. Without warning, his dick began launching shots of jizz out, some of which landed on her dress. Erin squealed in surprise. She had never given a guy a footjob before and had no idea what to expect.
Bryson grabbed ahold of his shaft and began guiding the rest of his load out onto the bottoms of Erin’s feet. She almost pulled her feet away instinctively, but thought better of it. She knew he would get pissed off and probably tickle her some more if she did that, so she kept her feet still as he squirted onto them. Erin looked mortified as she directed her gaze away from what was happening. Milky jizz oozed down from the base of her small toes across her wrinkly arches as she pouted.
Erin: “Ugh! You could have warned me! Oh God! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Okay, can we be done now?!”
Katie was less than pleased with her situation, but it became a little bit worse when Alex instructed her to move her feet so that she was working his cock while he stood behind her. Katie knee better than to object, although the idea didn’t appeal to her whatsoever. She bit her tongue and began moving her feet back and forth as much as her hogtie would allow, trying to milk his member with her captive feet.
Alex called down to Katie, “Oh yeah, here it comes. You ready?” Katie rolled her eyes and sarcastically replied, “So ready...can’t wait.” Then she felt spurts of warm goo splash onto her arches and heels as his engorged cock spasmed between her feet. Katie wrinkled her face in disgust as she felt a sizable amount pooling on her meaty soles. It was warm and sticky as it coated her feet. Some of it began to run off down the sides of her feet. Katie hated the feeling and knew she never wanted to experience giving a footjob again.
Katie: “That was...a lot. Are you going to like clean that up or let me go so I can clean myself up?...”
Christiana fidgeted a little and complained, “No, you can’t do this! I’m a married woman! It isn’t right! I would never give you permission to do this! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Gavin was getting harder by the minute listening to the self-righteous brat try to save face in front of her husband. He held the sides of her big, meaty soles and kept pushing his dick between her pale, shapely insteps. Such high arched feet were perfect for this.
Christiana pouted and whined as she felt his shaft swelling. He was getting close. Gavin’s tempo increased and then he released. Lob after lob of warm cum fountained onto Christiana’s bare soles. She gave a big, whiny exhale as she felt the warm load oozing onto her scrunched arches. It was the worst feeling and she was humiliated that it happened in front of her husband and friends. Gavin kept pumping between her arches, despite her wiggling to try and stop him from enjoying every last second. He simply gripped both of her big toes with one hand and held her feet trapped together as he finished giving her soles his load.
Christiana: “Ugh! Noooo! I can’t believe you did that to me! Right on my pretty feet! Oh...I didn’t want you to do that! Let my toes go! You’ve made me messy enough already!”
Caleb was as relaxed as could be on the couch with a beautiful, captive woman manipulating his member with her gorgeous toes. Kara felt so dirty. Never did she think that a guy would prefer this over a blowjob or something more conventional. It made her wonder how many guys at her hospital watched her walk around in her pencil skirts and high heels...just daydreaming about having her pretty toes wrapped around their dicks. That thought was now in Kara’s mind and would never go away.
Kara scrunched her toes along Caleb’s shaft and tenderly stroked around the head of his cock with her long toes. A dot of pre-cum formed and she knew it wouldn’t be long. Kara took both sides of his shaft with her skilled toes and worked up and down. Her slippery toe tips glided up and down the swollen penis. Kara’s big toes caressed the sensitive head as she reached the top each time. Finally, he burst. Ropes of milky goodness ejaculated up and then fell on Kara’s bound feet. Her sensual toes were quickly glazed with his load. Kara gasped as it crept between her tootsies, seeping into the gaps and crevices like a bad dream.
Kara: “Oh! You got my feet all messy! Oh! That feels so...EW!! Please let us go now!”
The husbands were irate. The shouting coming through from their end was incoherent because they were all raging over one another. Gavin simply told them an intersection to meet at to give him the money. Then their wives would be let out at a different location. Then he hung up.
The women were not untied just yet. Not were their feet cleaned up beforehand. The men slipped their heels back on their feet with the jizz still coating them. The women all groaned in disapproval as their gooey soles were forced back into their heels. The cum squished around their soles and between their toes as the heels fit snugly on.
They complained that their shoes were now ruined. But they didn’t have time to complain for long. The men put the gags back on while they were being taken out of the penthouse down to the SUV. The women groaned and grumbled as they were carried outside down the stairs again.
The exchange went smoothly. The couples never visited New York again after that night.
THE END
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Erin Nettle, Christiana Dalton, Kara Sellers, and Katie Hicks were looking up at Gavin in fear as he searched for a pair of scissors. Once he located them, he eagerly walked back over to the hogtied women with a devilish smile on his face. Gavin knelt down beside Katie, who was watching him like a hawk. She sighed and asked , “Dude, what now? Ugh!”
Gavin simply told her, “Don’t worry about it.”
Katie: “Well, I am worried about it! You pervs have been nothing but...Hey what are you doing?!!”
Gavin lifted Katie’s dark blue dress up to her waist, revealing her tan, muscular legs and her shapely ass, which had been highly toned by doing thousands of squats and jumps. She had on a black thong. This choice of underwear was usually out of character for the more practical one of the group, but she needed to wear something for the wedding that wouldn’t leave a panty line under her dress. Katie instinctively tried to thwart Gavin by rolling to her side. Whatever he was thinking of doing, she didn’t want to cooperate.
But that didn’t matter to Gavin. He quickly took the scissors and snipped one side of her thong clean through. The thin cloth fell away from her hip. Katie shouted one surprise and rolled back to her stomach to try and keep Gavin from cutting away her panties anymore. But he easily snipped the other side as well. Then he pulled the black thong free from Katie, who was still bewildered by what he was doing.
Katie: “Hey!! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Those are mine! What, decided to take a souvenir?! You guys are freaks!”
Gavin gave her toned ass a firm squeeze, to which Katie growled angrily and shifted away. Then he continued going down the row of women. Next was Kara. She was less defiant than her friend, Katie. When Gavin lifted her black dress, she whined and tried to pull it back down with her tightly bound hands. Her small, toned buttocks were pale and lovely. They highlighted the bright red thong hugging her hips and running down between her rounded cheeks. Gavin easily nudged her reaching hands away and snipped the sides of her thin, red thong.
Katie: “No, don’t cut it! Ugh! That was one of my best thongs! Why are you doing this, you creep?!”
Gavin caressed her bare tooshy and watched her writhe uncomfortably. He chuckled and moved on to Christiana. The banking loan officer gave him a death stare as he approached. She tried to kick her legs and pull away as he pushed up her short, black dress. Her wide, fleshy bottom was swallowing her skimpy pink thong. Gavin groped both of her globular mounds and jiggled them to watch them clap together. Christiana grunted with extreme annoyance and tried hard to squirm away.
Christiana: “Ugh! Knock it off, creep! Hey, what are you doing?! Those are my panties! Stop it! Leave them on!”
Gavin snipped both sides of the pink thong and pulled it away, leaving the grouchy brunette still bound and now without any panties. He moved down to Erin, who was eyeing him with a worried expression. She whimpered as he moved her floral dress out of the way. Her small bubble butt looked even more impressive when it was framed with a sexy purple thong. Gavin couldn’t help himself. He had to fondle the gymnastics instructor’s peachy bottom. It was more than a handful and felt so creamy. Gavin took the scissors and snipped away the thin fabric, depriving the pretty blonde of her panties.
Erin: “Aww, is that really necessary?! Come on! What do you need to do that for?!”
Gavin tossed all of the snipped underwear in a small pile in front of the women. At about that time, Caleb returned with supplies. He laid out a bottle of baby oil and four hairbrushes on the couch, each with varying designs and features. Caleb didn’t waste time. He popped open the top of the baby oil bottle and began applying it to the women’s upturned soles. A generous drizzle of oil landed near each lady’s toes and cascaded down toward her heels. Then Caleb would smear it in to make sure it covered every surface and filled every crevice. By the time he had visited each of the wives, the four pairs of pretty soles were all glistening and extra sensitive.
While Caleb was applying the oil, Gavin recruited Alex to help him re-gag the women. They started with Katie. Gavin picked a random thong from the pile, which happened to be the pink one Christiana had been wearing. Katie, being a bit of a ditz, found herself staring at the thong in confusion as Gavin wadded it up. But things became very clear when he suddenly pressed it to her mouth and shoved it in. Katie gasped somewhat in surprise, which didn’t help her keep the thong from going in her mouth. Before she knew it, the panties were balled up inside her and Alex was quick to wrap the black cloth gag around her face again, pulling it tight into a cleave gag. Katie’s eyes went wide as she began cursing and shouting. But her protests were even more muted now with the added layer in the equation.
Katie incoherently yelled, “MMMHHHMMM!!! HHHHMMMM UUUHHHFFMMM!!!”
Gavin pulled up another pair of underwear, Katie’s snipped black thong. He began scrunching them up as he approached Kara. The respectable Human Resources administrator was not about to be demeaned like that. Kara began shouting, “No! No way! Don’t you dare come towards me with those! Those are not going in my mouth! Do you hear me, mister! I refuse to let you MMMMFFFFHHHHMMM!!!” Kara’s eyes lit up with shock as her mouth was stuffed with her friend’s black thong. The thought of it was revolting to her and she tried to spit them out immediately. Gavin held it in as Alex slipped the black cleave gag around her head. Parts of the thong stuck out a little around the gag, contrasting with Kara’s bright red lipstick as she groaned and grumbled muffled complaints.
Christiana knew what was coming next as Gavin and Alex made their way over to her. Gavin held up Erin’s purple thong and started crumpling it up in his hand. Christiana pursed her lips together tightly and turned her head away. She shook her head from side to side in disagreement as she whined in protest behind sealed lips. Gavin abruptly pinched her nose shut, cutting off any future air. Christiana grumbled and furrowed her brow in anger as she tried to shake his hand away. But Gavin held her nostrils closed, preventing her from getting fresh air. As her cheeks started to turn red, Christiana finally exhaled and drew in new breath through her mouth. When she did, Gavin was quick to force in the wadded up thong. Christiana looked pissed as she let out a muffled yell. She shook her head some more and let out, “HHHMMFFFMMMM!!!” Alex quickly threw the gag around her mouth and sealed in her friend’s underwear.
Erin was the last one to have not been gagged and she knew exactly what was in store for her. Having watched Christiana fail to hold out against the gag, she realized it was pointless to try and resist. Gavin brought over Kara’s bright red thong and balled it up. He asked her, “Alright, Missy. Are you going to be a good girl and open up?” Erin looked at her friend’s panties mere inches from her face. God this was revolting. But what choice did she have? They were going in her mouth whether she wanted them to or not. Erin timidly opened her mouth a little. Gavin commanded her to open wider. Erin looked like she could cry, but she obeyed and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Gavin stuffed in the red thong, much to the dismay and whining of Erin. Alex tied the gag around her mouth so she couldn’t change her mind and spit them out. Erin looked up at Alex with pleading eyes and whimpered, “Mmmhhhhmmmm...” Parts of the red thong were visible around her filled mouth as he knotted the gag tightly.
The women could hardly see what was going on behind them as the men took their seats on the couch once more. All they knew was that it couldn’t be good if their soles were all oiled up. Their captors must have something different planned. The four spouses erupted into muffled and obscured laughter as the men surprised them with a vicious foot scrubbing with the hairbrushes.
Katie Hicks wasn’t happy with the fact that her feet were above average when it came to being ticklish. The few times that boyfriends managed to get at her feet in playful exchanges, she managed to kick and wrestle free before she suffered too much. But now being absolutely trapped and forced to face her weakness, the feeling was nothing short of maddening. The slippery oil allowed the plastic tips of the cheap hairbrush to rub rapidly across her muscular, size 8 arches without the worry of it feeling painful. The result was just pure, mind-consuming panic as Katie was overwhelmed by the ticklish sensations coursing through her feet.
Katie wiggled and bucked around on the floor as she let out embarrassing guttural laughter and groans into her gag. Katie didn’t care at this point. She was reacting like a wild animal now. Saving face was not a concern. Katie convulsed uncontrollably as Alex slid the brush bristles across both arches in quick succession. Katie’s mind was flooded with the awful ticklish zaps. She moved every which way she could think of while being restricted in a hogtie on the floor. The only thing that remotely made the tickling a fraction better was screaming as loudly into her gag as she could in desperation.
Kara Sellers tried to roll from side to side as her narrow, size 7 feet were scrubbed. She cackled into her gag as the bristles glided from her smooth, rounded heels all the way to the base of her toes. Caleb was wielding a smaller, plastic hairbrush that allowed him to really concentrate most of the bristles right in the sweep of Kara’s slender arches. The feeling was driving her mad. She had never experienced baby oil on her feet, much less how it felt when a brush was applied.
Caleb skillfully ran the bristles right up to the base of her toes before he turned its momentum and trailed it back down to her pinkish heels. Kara groaned awkward laughter into her gag with each excruciatingly ticklish pass up and down her soles. Stifled complaints and belly laughter were caught in the wad of panties in her mouth. Kara hated this experience so much. She would much rather have Caleb go back to sucking her toes, as much as that pained her to admit to herself. It wasn’t quite as bad as this God awful brush roaming her defenseless soles.
Christiana Dalton thrashed around and wagged her feet as hard as her fatigued muscles would allow. Her whole body shook with intense, nonstop laughter as Gavin slid the large hairbrush around in a figure eight pattern across both of her broad, shapely arches. Christiana’s big, size 9 soles jolted and wiggled with unbearable ticklish agony as the brush scrubbed over the tender flesh. Tears trailed down her cheeks as she wailed into the panties wadded up in her mouth. She shook her head from side to side in disbelief that this was happening to her.
Gavin was merciless. He brushed her creamy heels and made sure to scrub the bristles back and forth across the pads below her toes, making her scream her head off into the cleave gag. The banking loan officer had some very sensitive feet and this was pure torture. Her oiled soles were totally helpless against Gavin’s broad hairbrush. Christiana’s face was turning bright red and her hair was a disheveled mess. She felt like she could pass out at any second due to a lack of oxygen. Christiana prayed as hard as she knew how for the terrible tickling to end.
Erin Nettle squealed into her gag as the brush contacted her tiny, helpless soles. The youth gymnastics instructor flailed her bare, size 6 feet around trying to avoid the menacing bristles. But it didn’t seem to make much difference. Her peds were too immobilized in the hogtie. Erin laughed hysterically into the balled up thong and cleave gag, which made her sound like a cackling idiot because it sounded so bizarre. Her tiny toes curled and flexed as the hairbrush scrubbed across her oily soles.
Whenever Bryson would rub the hairbrush over the pads below Erin’s short toes, she would arch her back and give a distorted scream into her gag. She couldn’t stand the to be tickled there, especially by a tool like the hairbrush. Erin tried to reach her hands back to stop the maddening sensations, but it was pointless. Bryson laughed at her efforts as he continued to elicit belly laughter and pathetic, desperate screams from her.
The tickling continued for a little while longer, but at this point the women were utterly destroyed by the cruel tickling they had endured at the penthouse. The men stopped finally and left them still giggling into their gags on the floor. They talked amongst themselves and had a proposition for the ladies. In order to hear their answers, they would need to undo the gags and let them speak.
As the gags were untied, each woman instantly spat out their thong gag onto the floor. The panties were all soaked with spit. The women all looked disgusted that they had to endure that and made weird expressions as they smacked their mouths together to erase the memory of the wadded up panties.
Gavin: “Ladies...it’s a simple choice...let us fuck your feet or continue to be tickled with the hairbrush.”
Erin, Christiana, Kara, and Katie all had disturbed looks on their faces as they heard the offer. How could they agree to something so degrading? How could they endure more tickling though? As they visibly and audibly showed their disappointment with the offer, Caleb took the bottle of baby oil and began applying a fresh coat to their upturned soles.
Erin began to tear up and begged, “Oh no! I can’t take anymore of that hairbrush! Please! Not more oil! Don’t do that! I’ll do it! Anything you want! You can do whatever you want with my feet as long as it isn’t more tickling with that damned brush!”
Christiana rolled her eyes hard and stayed quiet while her feet were re-coated with oil. It was as if she was having an internal debate about what to do. Being strictly religious, Christiana was struggling with the idea of violating the sanctity of her marriage and letting another man get off to her feet. Plus it was her feet, which grossed her out. The brooding brunette shook her head in disbelief and looked off to the side with a look that could kill. Gavin looked at her and asked, “So is that a no from you, sweetheart?” Christiana brought her death glare forward toward him and said in a bratty tone, “It’s not a no...” Then she huffed and looked away again.
Kara cringed as she felt oil being rubbed into her feet once more. There was no way she could take that kind of tickling again. She was quick to answer, “Yes! Yes, that’s fine! I can’t believe I’m saying that but yes! Just no more tickling, okay? Please?!”
Katie scoffed as she felt Caleb pouring more oil onto her arches and then smearing it around. She wasn’t happy but she told Gavin, “Unbelievable...yeah I guess if you guys are going to keep being dicks to us even though we had NOTHING to do with that stupid fucking bet!” Katie didn’t want to say it, but she knew her feet were too ticklish to take anymore humiliating tickling with the hairbrush.
Bryson untied the portion of Erin’s restraints that secured her ankles and wrists together. To be free from being bent up like that for so long felt amazing. Then Bryson told her to roll to her back. He wanted to sit on the couch and see her feet propped up on his lap. Erin obeyed and rolled to her back. Her wrists were still bound, as were her feet. Bryson picked up her legs and guided her feet to his penis. Then he slipped his member between her soft, tiny feet as she tried to control her disgusted expression.
Gavin kept Christiana in her hogtied position. He liked the idea of keeping her contorted in such a powerless way while he fucked her feet. Christiana had been anticipating being freed from the uncomfortable position and was severely disappointed when that didn’t happen. She actually felt jealous of Erin being untied and able to roll to her back, as crazy as that sounded. Then the feisty banker was even more upset when she felt Gavin’s cock slide between her meaty arches.
Kara was also untied. Caleb even untied her ankles as well. Then he led her up onto the couch and had her lean against the arm of it while he placed her feet in his lap. Kara’s wrists were still tied behind her back but she would be free to use her feet however she needed to get this over with. Kara tried not to show how grossed out she was as her soles touched Caleb’s erect penis. She didn’t want anything to do with footjobs or toe sucking or foot guys in general. It creeped her out.
Katie also remained hogtied. Alex just loved how her soles looked sticking up in the air behind her. Katie grunted and scoffed as she felt Alex start to rub his naked dick around on her feet. “The little perv must get off to helpless women being forced to pleasure him with their feet,” Katie thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. Alex’s member was stiffening by the second and was soon sliding between her trapped arches.
Erin pouted and had to look away as Bryson sat on the couch and thrust in between her arches. It was too embarrassing for her to watch. The gymnastics coach never could have guessed she would one day being giving a random guy a...FOOTJOB of all things!! Erin whined as she felt his penis snaked between her petite feet. Her shiny, oil-covered soles wrinkled and flexed as he had his way with them.
Christiana could barely contain her contempt at being reduced to a footjob slave. Bound and powerless to stop Gavin from foot fucking her. The only reason Christiana was biting her tongue and not berating him with insults is because she thought that would result in more tickling as punishment. Her tender foot bottoms persuaded her to be polite, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t roll her eyes or make disgusted faces as she faced away from him. Christiana groaned with extreme annoyance as she felt his cock thrusting back and forth between her high arched soles.
Kara was leaning back against the arm of the couch and pouting as she was expected to use her feet and her feet only to please this stranger. She didn’t have the first clue of what to do or what he might like so she clumsily started touching his member with her soles. Caleb positioned her feet together so that they formed a pocket with her silky smooth arches. Then he got her going by guiding her feet up and down his shaft. Caleb moaned with pleasure as the dark-haired beauty stroked his dick with her buttery soft soles. Kara thought the whole thing was seriously messed up. She scrunched her face into an expression of disgust whenever Caleb would close his eyes and lean his head back in enjoyment.
Katie looked violently angry as she ground her teeth together in silence. Her body was being jostled forward slightly with each thrust between her captive feet. Occasionally Katie would call back to Alex, “Ugh! Almost done yet?!” But he wouldn’t respond. Katie thought to herself, “This is so degrading. I was supposed to be enjoying a beautiful wedding in New York and visiting with friends. Not having some guy tickle the crap out of my feet and then fuck them. God, what was wrong with him? Didn’t he like doing regular shit with chicks? Who am I kidding? He’s probably never had a chick before. A woman’s feet are probably the only thing he can get off to.”
Just then, another incoming call lit up Kara’s phone, which was still propped up on the kitchen chair in front of them. Gavin was quick to pop up and pick up the phone. The women begged him to answer the call and not decline it. Gavin laughed and said, “Hey, why don’t I FaceTime your husbands, huh? Show them what their sweet wives are up to?” Soon, the husbands all appeared on the tiny screen together. They didn’t dare lead off with insults this time. They just wanted their wives safely returned.
Gavin: “If it isn’t the four biggest losers in New York! Got our money yet? Or were you calling to let us know we could keep your wives instead?”
Seth was holding the phone and answered for the group, “Look, we got your money okay? How do you want to do this? We just want to know our wives are unharmed and that they’ll be returned to us. Do you want to meet somewhere so we can give you the money?”
Gavin: “Oh, we’ll get to those details in a minute. But you should know that we’ve been having some fun with your wives. In fact, they didn’t want to be tickled anymore so they agreed to get us off! What do you think about that, huh assholes?! Here, let me set you down so you can watch if you don’t believe me.”
The husbands lost their cool and roared insults into the phone as Gavin propped it back up. The wives all got a crummy feeling in their gut. They hadn’t even considered how it would sound if their husbands found out they had AGREED to give these guys footjobs! Their husbands would probably feel awful, and rightfully so. But how could the wives ever explain that the tickling was just too unbearable to endure any longer?!
Gavin returned to his spot and began thrusting between Christiana’s meaty soles once again. She scoffed with plenty of attitude and tried to pull her feet away. Christiana called back at him, “Do you really have to do this right now? In front of my husband?! What is wrong with you?! I’m a good, Christian woman. This is humiliating!” Gavin just ignored her and kept enjoying himself.
Katie was still being rocked back and forth by the rhythmic pumping of Alex’s cock between her arches. It never occurred to her that Neal would be watching her give the footjob when she agreed to it. Katie felt not only disgusted by the act, but also completely tricked. She angrily shouted behind her, “Haven’t you had enough fun already?! Come on, put your thing away and let me go!” Katie growled with frustration as his dick continued to slide between her moist arches with ease.
Erin’s cheeks got red hot with embarrassment when she found out her husband Justin was watching via a FaceTime call. She was lying on her back with her legs up in Bryson’s lap. Erin had been rubbing her feet back and forth on his stiff penis, but stopped when the husbands started watching. No way she wanted Justin to know that she had agreed to this. But her motivation quickly came back when Bryson reached down and gave her oily sole a quick tickle with one of his fingers. Erin squealed in surprise and immediately began sliding her tiny soles up and down his shaft again.
Kara looked rather concerned sitting on the couch with her feet in Caleb’s lap wrapped around his swollen member. She knew she absolutely didn’t want to be tickled, but couldn’t just go along with things in front of the camera either. Kara whined and said loud enough for her husband to hear, “No! Stop that! Let me go! I don’t want you having your way with my feet!” Caleb put a stop to that when he trapped her feet in an armlock and gave her a quick finger tickle across her slippery soles. Kara shot up and screamed laughter. She immediately gave in and said she would continue. Caleb told her, “Just use your toes now. I’m almost there.” A look of disgust and disappointment washed over Kara’s face. But she did it anyway, re-gripping his shaft with her long, lollipop toes and giving it several tugs.
Seth: “Hey assholes! If you guys fucking get off to our wives’ feet, then no money! You got it?!”
Gavin called out from behind Christiana, “No money...no wives returned. I guess we’ll just keep them here as our personal play things.”
At just about that time, Bryson leaned back into the couch and moaned. Erin’s small, slick feet had sent him over the edge. Without warning, his dick began launching shots of jizz out, some of which landed on her dress. Erin squealed in surprise. She had never given a guy a footjob before and had no idea what to expect.
Bryson grabbed ahold of his shaft and began guiding the rest of his load out onto the bottoms of Erin’s feet. She almost pulled her feet away instinctively, but thought better of it. She knew he would get pissed off and probably tickle her some more if she did that, so she kept her feet still as he squirted onto them. Erin looked mortified as she directed her gaze away from what was happening. Milky jizz oozed down from the base of her small toes across her wrinkly arches as she pouted.
Erin: “Ugh! You could have warned me! Oh God! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Okay, can we be done now?!”
Katie was less than pleased with her situation, but it became a little bit worse when Alex instructed her to move her feet so that she was working his cock while he stood behind her. Katie knee better than to object, although the idea didn’t appeal to her whatsoever. She bit her tongue and began moving her feet back and forth as much as her hogtie would allow, trying to milk his member with her captive feet.
Alex called down to Katie, “Oh yeah, here it comes. You ready?” Katie rolled her eyes and sarcastically replied, “So ready...can’t wait.” Then she felt spurts of warm goo splash onto her arches and heels as his engorged cock spasmed between her feet. Katie wrinkled her face in disgust as she felt a sizable amount pooling on her meaty soles. It was warm and sticky as it coated her feet. Some of it began to run off down the sides of her feet. Katie hated the feeling and knew she never wanted to experience giving a footjob again.
Katie: “That was...a lot. Are you going to like clean that up or let me go so I can clean myself up?...”
Christiana fidgeted a little and complained, “No, you can’t do this! I’m a married woman! It isn’t right! I would never give you permission to do this! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Gavin was getting harder by the minute listening to the self-righteous brat try to save face in front of her husband. He held the sides of her big, meaty soles and kept pushing his dick between her pale, shapely insteps. Such high arched feet were perfect for this.
Christiana pouted and whined as she felt his shaft swelling. He was getting close. Gavin’s tempo increased and then he released. Lob after lob of warm cum fountained onto Christiana’s bare soles. She gave a big, whiny exhale as she felt the warm load oozing onto her scrunched arches. It was the worst feeling and she was humiliated that it happened in front of her husband and friends. Gavin kept pumping between her arches, despite her wiggling to try and stop him from enjoying every last second. He simply gripped both of her big toes with one hand and held her feet trapped together as he finished giving her soles his load.
Christiana: “Ugh! Noooo! I can’t believe you did that to me! Right on my pretty feet! Oh...I didn’t want you to do that! Let my toes go! You’ve made me messy enough already!”
Caleb was as relaxed as could be on the couch with a beautiful, captive woman manipulating his member with her gorgeous toes. Kara felt so dirty. Never did she think that a guy would prefer this over a blowjob or something more conventional. It made her wonder how many guys at her hospital watched her walk around in her pencil skirts and high heels...just daydreaming about having her pretty toes wrapped around their dicks. That thought was now in Kara’s mind and would never go away.
Kara scrunched her toes along Caleb’s shaft and tenderly stroked around the head of his cock with her long toes. A dot of pre-cum formed and she knew it wouldn’t be long. Kara took both sides of his shaft with her skilled toes and worked up and down. Her slippery toe tips glided up and down the swollen penis. Kara’s big toes caressed the sensitive head as she reached the top each time. Finally, he burst. Ropes of milky goodness ejaculated up and then fell on Kara’s bound feet. Her sensual toes were quickly glazed with his load. Kara gasped as it crept between her tootsies, seeping into the gaps and crevices like a bad dream.
Kara: “Oh! You got my feet all messy! Oh! That feels so...EW!! Please let us go now!”
The husbands were irate. The shouting coming through from their end was incoherent because they were all raging over one another. Gavin simply told them an intersection to meet at to give him the money. Then their wives would be let out at a different location. Then he hung up.
The women were not untied just yet. Not were their feet cleaned up beforehand. The men slipped their heels back on their feet with the jizz still coating them. The women all groaned in disapproval as their gooey soles were forced back into their heels. The cum squished around their soles and between their toes as the heels fit snugly on.
They complained that their shoes were now ruined. But they didn’t have time to complain for long. The men put the gags back on while they were being taken out of the penthouse down to the SUV. The women groaned and grumbled as they were carried outside down the stairs again.
The exchange went smoothly. The couples never visited New York again after that night.
THE END
