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Hey guys,
Part 3 is up! I hope you enjoy đ
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âHoly shit, itâs warm down here!â Trent exclaimed, removing his shirt and leaving only his sweat-stained tank top. He, Kyle, and Nathan were still exploring the rest of the tunnel, completely oblivious to Scottâs disappearance. The thick air in the tunnel made them all hot and sweaty, and they nodded in agreement.
âI can see something up ahead,â Kyle shouted. âIt looks like an opening!â The three boys quickened their pace until they reached the tunnelâs end. Before them stood a circular chamber with a large pool in the centre and archways leading to different parts of the underground temple.
They approached the pool, which seemed to be filled with a thick, black goo of some sort. Trent leaned over the edge to take a closer look. âTrent!â Nathan yelled. âDonât touch that stuff! It could be toxic!â âPfft, donât be such a pussy,â Trent replied. Nathan turned away in frustration and walked over to Kyle, who was admiring a painted mural.
Trent hovered his hand over the black goo, which seemed to radiate an inviting warmth. As he reached out to touch it, a small tendril began to form, as if it were reaching out for his hand. Trent was fascinated and waved his hand from side to side and watched as the tendril followed every movement. He tried to confuse it by quickly raising his other hand, but as he did so a second tendril appeared.
Nathan and Kyle stared at the mural, it reminded Nathan of the drawings found in Egyptian pyramids. The images showed men praying to the large circular pool but it looked like there was a large, black tentacle coming out of it.
âThey must have worshiped that black gooâ Kyle whispered. Nathan didnât respond, he was already looking at the next pictures. They were more faded than the others but he could just make out what looked like someone tied down and another person holding a feather to their feet.
Suddenly, Kyle heard Scottâs voice calling for help. He turned to look around but neither Trent nor Nathan seemed to hear it. âGuys, Whereâs Scott?â No one even looked up. Nathan seemed to be entranced by the mural, unable to take his eyes off the images. Trent was too busy playing with the goo, unaware of the danger he may be putting himself in. âJesus, Trent! Get away from that stuff! Nath! Whereâs Scott?!â
As Trent turned his head to look at his frantic friend, the black goo he had been playing with suddenly began to bubble ferociously. In an instant, the bubbling pool seemed to gather itself into an 8 foot tall column. Long thick tendrils began to spring forth, grabbing wildly at the stunned boys.
âFuck me!â Trent jumped back, narrowly avoiding the grip of the goo. âWe have to get out of here!â Nathan shouted. âThis way! I think I hear Scottâs voice down hereâ Kyle ran into the tunnel.
Nathan and Trent tried to follow but the black tendrils kept blocking their path. âWe gotta split upâ Trent yelled over to Nathan. âRight! Whoever gets out, run and get help!â With that, the boys ran to the nearest tunnel, each hoping the other would be able to find a way out.
Trent was running as fast as he could. Captain of the school football team, he was broad but he was quick. In the distance he could see a small dot of light. He turned his head to see if the goo was still following him. It was too dark to see but he could hear a wet, squishing noise further back.
The light was getting bigger the further he ran. âYes! A way out!â he thought. As he reached the end of the tunnel was a circular opening about 2 feet off the ground. Trent was a big guy but he knew he could fit in there without issue. He peered through, hoping to see trees or sky, but all he saw was that white light.
The noises from the the black goo where getting louder. âScrew it, anything has to be better than that thing!â Trent began to crawl into the hole on his hands and knees. He just about got his legs in when one of the stones he put his hand on sank into the ground with a loud clunk. In an instant, the light ahead of him disappeared and the entrance to the hole began to close. He quickly tried to turn around but his hands seemed to be stuck in place. When the entrance to the tunnel began to close Trent expected his legs to be crushed, but the stones that closed over the opening had indents cut into them. His legs werenât crushed but they were now trapped, his sneaker clad feet sticking outside the hole with the black goo moving closer and closer.
âShitâ he thought. âThat stuff is gonna melt my feet or something!â Trent struggled profusely to free himself. He hadnât seen the murals the other boys had. He had no idea what this goo was capable of, what it craved. He lay there, waiting to feel the searing pain he thought it was going to inflict.
Slowly but surely the large black mass moved toward Trent. If he was just an observer, he would have found it quite comical to watch a wall with a pair of beat-up hi-tops flailing about in it. As it reached Trent, the black mass produced multiple tendrils, flailing toward the trapped sneakers. On the other side of the wall, Trent thought he felt something bump his left shoe. He paused, questioning if it was just his imagination. It happened again. He braced himself for the pain but it never came. He began to hope it was Nathan or Scott. Maybe theyâd found him and were trying to let him know they were there.
âGuys! Help! Iâm properly stuck in here!â No response came. Instead, Trent felt something tugging at his hi-tops. âWhat the fuck are they doing?â He thought to himself. âMaybe they think if they can get my sneakers off I can try to pull my feet through?â.
âNath? Trent? If you guys are gonna try this Iâll apologise now. I ainât wearing socks so my feet are gonna be reaaaal ripe!â Trent had always had warm feet. Great for cold nights, but when he was running around, like during practice, he could easily clear his dorm room with the smell.
Both hi-tops dropped to the floor with a thud. Trent wiggles his toes as the air hit them. He chuckled to himself, imagining his friends on the other side of the wall holding their noses as they struggled to free him. Despite years of football, Trentâs feet, though big (size 14 to be exact) and masculine looking, were incredibly smooth, with rosey pink heels, soft soles and long, plump toes.
He tried to pull his newly bared feet through the holes in the wall but it was no use, he was well and truly stuck. âNo dice guys! Youâll have to try something elâŚâ he stopped mid sentence as he felt something lightly graze his left sole. A few seconds later he felt it again of his right sole. Trent began to panic, maybe it wasnât the guys after all, maybe the goo had removed his shoes so it could hurt him. It could have hidden, sharp teeth that would slice into his⌠he lost his train of thought when he felt something drag slowly from the base of his left heel to just underneath his toes. Trentâs body spasmed and his foot jerked violently. The same happened again on his right foot. âQuit touching my fucking feet!â
Trent hated people touching his feet. They had always been really soft and incredibly ticklish. No matter how hard he played, or how much he ran, he never seemed to be able to toughen them up. He prayed the guys on the team would never find out.
Last year, during a physical, one of the guys began giggling when the doctor was assessing his ribs. Trent never really noticed until another guy pointed out that the guys dick was getting hard. The next night after practice, the team pounced on the guy. They held him down, ripped off his jersey, and each took turns tickling the guys ribs and stomach to see if they could get him hard. They were laughing at him and taunting him. âIs the little ****** ticklish?â While five guys stroked and prodded âdoes he like it when we tickle his tummy?â
After an hour of hysterical laughter and begging the poor bastard went rigid and shot a load straight into his shorts. The others just cheered and laughed at him before letting him go. From then on, the thought of the team finding out how ticklish his feet are terrified him.
It started slowly. Thin, pointed tendrils grazing his newly bared feet, just stroking and exploring. Focusing on his heel at first, stroking up and down the sides of his soft, sweaty foot. Trentâs greatest fear was being realised, this thing was trying to tickle him and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His feet are trapped with it, jutting out of the wall like some sort of hunters trophy.
Trent kept his mouth shut. Maybe if he stayed quiet the goo would get bored and leave. But when the tendril began moving up, tracing slow, intricate designs across his sole, Trent began to crack. A grin began to form across his face. Out of nowhere, the goo changed tactics. The tendril spilt into 5 and began lightly scratching his soles like an unbelievably skilled human hand. He bit the inside of his cheek but he couldnât stop himself, the giggles began to escape.
âHmpheheâ he shook his head in defiance âNoehehe This cahahanât be hehehappeningâ.
On the other side of the wall, Trentâs soft giggles echoed in the tunnel. The echoey giggles increased as the tendril began to work under the boys toes. Trent was figthting as hard as he could against the ticking, he began flexing and clenching his toes, crossing his feet over each other to find relief from the onslaught on his poor, sensitive soles. The goo let him struggle for a few minutes before growing tired of his moving. Several smaller tendrils began forming, they snaked up the stone wall up to Trent flailing feet and began wrapping themselves around each of his wiggling toes. They pulled tight, separating his feet and leaving his soles taught and vulnerable.
Inside the tunnel, Trent was sweating. The heat mixed with sheer exhaustion from fighting the ticklish assault the goo was eliciting on his poor, sensitive soles was getting to him. Suddenly, the tickling stopped. A wave of relief washed over him until he felt his toes being pulled tight. The tickling started again in earnest, the âfingersâ began to make rapid flicking movements up and down the ball of his left foot. Trent was in hell, it was like the goo was searching out his most ticklish places and the best way to exploit them. Suddenly he felt the same tickle tactic on his right foot too! Unable to move an inch, Trent was in the dark, on his hands and knees, fighting back the laughter filling his chest. He knew if this went on for much longer it would burst free, echoing off the stone walls of his prison.
Suddenly, the tiny, butterfly tickles slid down from the balls of his feet, to the smooth, pink concave of his soles and stayed there. The goo increased the pressure ever so slightly but that was all that it took. Trent broke.
âHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GHAHAHAHD, PLEHEHEHESE! PLEHEHEHEHESE STAHAHAHAP!â
The goo continued its masterful tickle assault. The tendrils to scribbled up and down the length of the boys soft soles, darting in and around his plump toes. Trent was so hysterical he didnât notice the tendrils squirming in through the holes around his feet, slithering around his calve and up the boys loose fitting shorts, softly caressing the boys inner thighs as they went. Trentâs body shivered as he felt the soft stroking between his thighs. It tickled like hell but in a good way. More tendrils began to emerge and began tearing and pulling at the tortured boys shorts. Within a few minutes they fell away in tatters.
Trent was trapped on his hands and knees, his sensitive feet being mercilessly tickled out of his view, wearing nothing but a sweat soaked tank top clinging to his muscular frame and a jockstrap that, due to the fiendishly gentle tickles up and down his thighs, was getting tighter by the minute. More and more tendrils were entering into the tunnel, all varying shapes and sizes, all searching for different places to tickle the poor boy. Some of the smaller tendrils found their home tickling behind the boys swinging balls. Tracing patterns over and around his sensitive sack.
âAHAHAHAHAA NAHAHAHATHAN! SCHAAHAHAT! SOMEONEHEHEHEH HEHEHEHLP!â
One of the larger tendrils began stroking up and down Trentâs exposed crack. This tendrils felt different from the others, it felt warm and wet. No one had ever touched his ass in that way before, compared to the tickling he was surprised how erotic it felt. The feeling became even more so as the boys smooth ass cheeks were parted and the warm, wet tendril began greedily lapping at his virgin asshole. Trentâs hysterical laughter was now being punctuated with deep, growling moans of pleasure. His 8â cut cock was hard as steel, straining against his jockstrap, a visible wet patch beginning to form.
It was all too much for Trent. The sadistic foot tickling mixed with the irresistible teasing of his asshole. He thought he was close to passing out, until the goo changed tactics. The tendril that was rimming the boy began to slowly push itself into his tight hole. Trentâs full attention was now on the thing trying to penetrate him. He didnât feel any pain, the goo was being firm but gentle. Slowly sliding in and then out, in and then out, stretching his hole slightly with every penetration. It wasnât long until the goo reached its intended target.
Once the tendril fully entered Trent it began softly tickling the boys prostate. Trent howled into the darkness at this new sensation. Despite the relentless tickle attack on his sensitive feet and balls, Trent had never been this horny in his entire life. He wanted nothing more than to reach down, grasp his throbbing prick and stroke it as hard and as fast as he could, but there was no way of freeing his hands.
A steady stream of precum was now leaking from Trentâs throbbing dick and pooling on the floor below. His sides were beginning to hurt from the constant laughter and his face ached from his forced smile. Through his tears of laughter he watched as a tangle of tendrils moved towards the pool of precum below him and began to absorb it.
The assault on Trentâs nerve endings felt like it went on for hours. The intense erotic stimulation mixed with the incessant tickling and stroking of the boys bare feet was all too much. His laughter and moaning had almost turned silent as he began to drift into unconsciousness.
Part 3 is up! I hope you enjoy đ
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âHoly shit, itâs warm down here!â Trent exclaimed, removing his shirt and leaving only his sweat-stained tank top. He, Kyle, and Nathan were still exploring the rest of the tunnel, completely oblivious to Scottâs disappearance. The thick air in the tunnel made them all hot and sweaty, and they nodded in agreement.
âI can see something up ahead,â Kyle shouted. âIt looks like an opening!â The three boys quickened their pace until they reached the tunnelâs end. Before them stood a circular chamber with a large pool in the centre and archways leading to different parts of the underground temple.
They approached the pool, which seemed to be filled with a thick, black goo of some sort. Trent leaned over the edge to take a closer look. âTrent!â Nathan yelled. âDonât touch that stuff! It could be toxic!â âPfft, donât be such a pussy,â Trent replied. Nathan turned away in frustration and walked over to Kyle, who was admiring a painted mural.
Trent hovered his hand over the black goo, which seemed to radiate an inviting warmth. As he reached out to touch it, a small tendril began to form, as if it were reaching out for his hand. Trent was fascinated and waved his hand from side to side and watched as the tendril followed every movement. He tried to confuse it by quickly raising his other hand, but as he did so a second tendril appeared.
Nathan and Kyle stared at the mural, it reminded Nathan of the drawings found in Egyptian pyramids. The images showed men praying to the large circular pool but it looked like there was a large, black tentacle coming out of it.
âThey must have worshiped that black gooâ Kyle whispered. Nathan didnât respond, he was already looking at the next pictures. They were more faded than the others but he could just make out what looked like someone tied down and another person holding a feather to their feet.
Suddenly, Kyle heard Scottâs voice calling for help. He turned to look around but neither Trent nor Nathan seemed to hear it. âGuys, Whereâs Scott?â No one even looked up. Nathan seemed to be entranced by the mural, unable to take his eyes off the images. Trent was too busy playing with the goo, unaware of the danger he may be putting himself in. âJesus, Trent! Get away from that stuff! Nath! Whereâs Scott?!â
As Trent turned his head to look at his frantic friend, the black goo he had been playing with suddenly began to bubble ferociously. In an instant, the bubbling pool seemed to gather itself into an 8 foot tall column. Long thick tendrils began to spring forth, grabbing wildly at the stunned boys.
âFuck me!â Trent jumped back, narrowly avoiding the grip of the goo. âWe have to get out of here!â Nathan shouted. âThis way! I think I hear Scottâs voice down hereâ Kyle ran into the tunnel.
Nathan and Trent tried to follow but the black tendrils kept blocking their path. âWe gotta split upâ Trent yelled over to Nathan. âRight! Whoever gets out, run and get help!â With that, the boys ran to the nearest tunnel, each hoping the other would be able to find a way out.
Trent was running as fast as he could. Captain of the school football team, he was broad but he was quick. In the distance he could see a small dot of light. He turned his head to see if the goo was still following him. It was too dark to see but he could hear a wet, squishing noise further back.
The light was getting bigger the further he ran. âYes! A way out!â he thought. As he reached the end of the tunnel was a circular opening about 2 feet off the ground. Trent was a big guy but he knew he could fit in there without issue. He peered through, hoping to see trees or sky, but all he saw was that white light.
The noises from the the black goo where getting louder. âScrew it, anything has to be better than that thing!â Trent began to crawl into the hole on his hands and knees. He just about got his legs in when one of the stones he put his hand on sank into the ground with a loud clunk. In an instant, the light ahead of him disappeared and the entrance to the hole began to close. He quickly tried to turn around but his hands seemed to be stuck in place. When the entrance to the tunnel began to close Trent expected his legs to be crushed, but the stones that closed over the opening had indents cut into them. His legs werenât crushed but they were now trapped, his sneaker clad feet sticking outside the hole with the black goo moving closer and closer.
âShitâ he thought. âThat stuff is gonna melt my feet or something!â Trent struggled profusely to free himself. He hadnât seen the murals the other boys had. He had no idea what this goo was capable of, what it craved. He lay there, waiting to feel the searing pain he thought it was going to inflict.
Slowly but surely the large black mass moved toward Trent. If he was just an observer, he would have found it quite comical to watch a wall with a pair of beat-up hi-tops flailing about in it. As it reached Trent, the black mass produced multiple tendrils, flailing toward the trapped sneakers. On the other side of the wall, Trent thought he felt something bump his left shoe. He paused, questioning if it was just his imagination. It happened again. He braced himself for the pain but it never came. He began to hope it was Nathan or Scott. Maybe theyâd found him and were trying to let him know they were there.
âGuys! Help! Iâm properly stuck in here!â No response came. Instead, Trent felt something tugging at his hi-tops. âWhat the fuck are they doing?â He thought to himself. âMaybe they think if they can get my sneakers off I can try to pull my feet through?â.
âNath? Trent? If you guys are gonna try this Iâll apologise now. I ainât wearing socks so my feet are gonna be reaaaal ripe!â Trent had always had warm feet. Great for cold nights, but when he was running around, like during practice, he could easily clear his dorm room with the smell.
Both hi-tops dropped to the floor with a thud. Trent wiggles his toes as the air hit them. He chuckled to himself, imagining his friends on the other side of the wall holding their noses as they struggled to free him. Despite years of football, Trentâs feet, though big (size 14 to be exact) and masculine looking, were incredibly smooth, with rosey pink heels, soft soles and long, plump toes.
He tried to pull his newly bared feet through the holes in the wall but it was no use, he was well and truly stuck. âNo dice guys! Youâll have to try something elâŚâ he stopped mid sentence as he felt something lightly graze his left sole. A few seconds later he felt it again of his right sole. Trent began to panic, maybe it wasnât the guys after all, maybe the goo had removed his shoes so it could hurt him. It could have hidden, sharp teeth that would slice into his⌠he lost his train of thought when he felt something drag slowly from the base of his left heel to just underneath his toes. Trentâs body spasmed and his foot jerked violently. The same happened again on his right foot. âQuit touching my fucking feet!â
Trent hated people touching his feet. They had always been really soft and incredibly ticklish. No matter how hard he played, or how much he ran, he never seemed to be able to toughen them up. He prayed the guys on the team would never find out.
Last year, during a physical, one of the guys began giggling when the doctor was assessing his ribs. Trent never really noticed until another guy pointed out that the guys dick was getting hard. The next night after practice, the team pounced on the guy. They held him down, ripped off his jersey, and each took turns tickling the guys ribs and stomach to see if they could get him hard. They were laughing at him and taunting him. âIs the little ****** ticklish?â While five guys stroked and prodded âdoes he like it when we tickle his tummy?â
After an hour of hysterical laughter and begging the poor bastard went rigid and shot a load straight into his shorts. The others just cheered and laughed at him before letting him go. From then on, the thought of the team finding out how ticklish his feet are terrified him.
It started slowly. Thin, pointed tendrils grazing his newly bared feet, just stroking and exploring. Focusing on his heel at first, stroking up and down the sides of his soft, sweaty foot. Trentâs greatest fear was being realised, this thing was trying to tickle him and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His feet are trapped with it, jutting out of the wall like some sort of hunters trophy.
Trent kept his mouth shut. Maybe if he stayed quiet the goo would get bored and leave. But when the tendril began moving up, tracing slow, intricate designs across his sole, Trent began to crack. A grin began to form across his face. Out of nowhere, the goo changed tactics. The tendril spilt into 5 and began lightly scratching his soles like an unbelievably skilled human hand. He bit the inside of his cheek but he couldnât stop himself, the giggles began to escape.
âHmpheheâ he shook his head in defiance âNoehehe This cahahanât be hehehappeningâ.
On the other side of the wall, Trentâs soft giggles echoed in the tunnel. The echoey giggles increased as the tendril began to work under the boys toes. Trent was figthting as hard as he could against the ticking, he began flexing and clenching his toes, crossing his feet over each other to find relief from the onslaught on his poor, sensitive soles. The goo let him struggle for a few minutes before growing tired of his moving. Several smaller tendrils began forming, they snaked up the stone wall up to Trent flailing feet and began wrapping themselves around each of his wiggling toes. They pulled tight, separating his feet and leaving his soles taught and vulnerable.
Inside the tunnel, Trent was sweating. The heat mixed with sheer exhaustion from fighting the ticklish assault the goo was eliciting on his poor, sensitive soles was getting to him. Suddenly, the tickling stopped. A wave of relief washed over him until he felt his toes being pulled tight. The tickling started again in earnest, the âfingersâ began to make rapid flicking movements up and down the ball of his left foot. Trent was in hell, it was like the goo was searching out his most ticklish places and the best way to exploit them. Suddenly he felt the same tickle tactic on his right foot too! Unable to move an inch, Trent was in the dark, on his hands and knees, fighting back the laughter filling his chest. He knew if this went on for much longer it would burst free, echoing off the stone walls of his prison.
Suddenly, the tiny, butterfly tickles slid down from the balls of his feet, to the smooth, pink concave of his soles and stayed there. The goo increased the pressure ever so slightly but that was all that it took. Trent broke.
âHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GHAHAHAHD, PLEHEHEHESE! PLEHEHEHEHESE STAHAHAHAP!â
The goo continued its masterful tickle assault. The tendrils to scribbled up and down the length of the boys soft soles, darting in and around his plump toes. Trent was so hysterical he didnât notice the tendrils squirming in through the holes around his feet, slithering around his calve and up the boys loose fitting shorts, softly caressing the boys inner thighs as they went. Trentâs body shivered as he felt the soft stroking between his thighs. It tickled like hell but in a good way. More tendrils began to emerge and began tearing and pulling at the tortured boys shorts. Within a few minutes they fell away in tatters.
Trent was trapped on his hands and knees, his sensitive feet being mercilessly tickled out of his view, wearing nothing but a sweat soaked tank top clinging to his muscular frame and a jockstrap that, due to the fiendishly gentle tickles up and down his thighs, was getting tighter by the minute. More and more tendrils were entering into the tunnel, all varying shapes and sizes, all searching for different places to tickle the poor boy. Some of the smaller tendrils found their home tickling behind the boys swinging balls. Tracing patterns over and around his sensitive sack.
âAHAHAHAHAA NAHAHAHATHAN! SCHAAHAHAT! SOMEONEHEHEHEH HEHEHEHLP!â
One of the larger tendrils began stroking up and down Trentâs exposed crack. This tendrils felt different from the others, it felt warm and wet. No one had ever touched his ass in that way before, compared to the tickling he was surprised how erotic it felt. The feeling became even more so as the boys smooth ass cheeks were parted and the warm, wet tendril began greedily lapping at his virgin asshole. Trentâs hysterical laughter was now being punctuated with deep, growling moans of pleasure. His 8â cut cock was hard as steel, straining against his jockstrap, a visible wet patch beginning to form.
It was all too much for Trent. The sadistic foot tickling mixed with the irresistible teasing of his asshole. He thought he was close to passing out, until the goo changed tactics. The tendril that was rimming the boy began to slowly push itself into his tight hole. Trentâs full attention was now on the thing trying to penetrate him. He didnât feel any pain, the goo was being firm but gentle. Slowly sliding in and then out, in and then out, stretching his hole slightly with every penetration. It wasnât long until the goo reached its intended target.
Once the tendril fully entered Trent it began softly tickling the boys prostate. Trent howled into the darkness at this new sensation. Despite the relentless tickle attack on his sensitive feet and balls, Trent had never been this horny in his entire life. He wanted nothing more than to reach down, grasp his throbbing prick and stroke it as hard and as fast as he could, but there was no way of freeing his hands.
A steady stream of precum was now leaking from Trentâs throbbing dick and pooling on the floor below. His sides were beginning to hurt from the constant laughter and his face ached from his forced smile. Through his tears of laughter he watched as a tangle of tendrils moved towards the pool of precum below him and began to absorb it.
The assault on Trentâs nerve endings felt like it went on for hours. The intense erotic stimulation mixed with the incessant tickling and stroking of the boys bare feet was all too much. His laughter and moaning had almost turned silent as he began to drift into unconsciousness.
