Lake Superior
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Lukas couldn't look away. When he'd first been pulled here the warm yet stony smile that would not budge had given his captors fits. The silly fools that had been placed in charge of him had no luck whatsoever in their attempts to make him more pliable. Against all of their tricks and silly games he'd stood as straight as he did on the battlefield and showed about as much reaction as to the average bandit's tink off his armor.
Now though he swallowed hard as his eyes were drawn ever deeper into the sight before him. The small bubbly feet of his Lord Alm wiggled their petite toes at him as if waving hello to an old friend. Lazlow and Inigo lay on their bellies to either side of him pinning his wrists to the ground but felt no resistance as Lukas no longer moved to escape.
He'd always wondered what they'd looked like as the green-haired conqueror had been shy around his men about changing. Always doing so either in his tent or behind a tree away from prying eyes. Lukas had thought about them more than he'd care to admit but had always pictured them as more petite. Now at the sight he realized that he had doubted his lord. Though small they were the toned feet of an athlete with high arches and unkempt nails. Though they were smaller than his Lukas knew first hand the power they could display as he'd seen the little lord spring from them of his own power alone to lay a devastating blow of his falchion.
They were so pale though he thought in his head. The soles were pure white like a fresh bank of snow and all Lukas could think of was a red-clad figure venturing through the white sea to reach the forest of those delightful toes. His tongue lolled from his mouth as if volunteering to make the trek.
He'd once confided to his lord about wishing to experience more "emotion" a problem that had plagued him his entire adult life and the genuine enthusiasm that the chosen hero had displayed in taking his hand and swearing to help him had surprised him. That had been the first step in his lords plan to help him with his problem. Since then he'd experienced joy at seeing his Lord happy with the saving of innocents, Sorrow at when his lies had been unconvincing and Faye would find him in his hiding, and Pride at the genuine smile upon the Heir-Apparent to the throne Rigel's content face when he was with his lady love Celica.
Alm had helped him with feeling emotion about himself as well with sneaky tickles when the soldier least expected it. A hand darting through his heavy armor to find that exact rib. A jet of hot air upon an unsuspecting ear from behind or one time in full view a set of teeth nibbling upon a proffered hand at dinner with the resulting belly laugh alerting the whole camp.
Their friends and cohorts had all tried their hands at tickling Lukas then however to less than sucessful results. He'd tried to give a genuine chuckle to Python's tricks or Faye's schemes. Something to repay the amount of effort Tobin and Gray had put in to drop a net upon him so that they could get his boots off. However they could always tell his laughter wasn't genuine. Until his lord had started getting ropes in.
The Chinese GovernmentLast Thursday at 2:28 PM
Suddenly Atlas's bearhugs were to be feared as it allowed that little dynamo that he served unimpeded access to his hips which he'd squeeze and make Lukas laugh harder than he had since childhood. Silque's offers to kneel with her prayer were to be considered carefully as more often than not he'd pick up a green haired rucksack bent on torturing his ears. Pulling apart a fighting Boey and Mae was risky as suddenly his armpits would be wide open to a silent to a quick-footed lord.
But what did those quick feet look like Lukas would wonder? Feel like? TASTE like? How would it feel to tickle the only person who could tickle him? Lukas would wonder but out of a sense of duty restrain himself.
Not that the chances hadn't presented themselves. Not all of those plans were tactical masterpieces. The one springing to mind being Forsyth asking him to climb inside a new "extra large armor" to see if the ginger Samson could move it. A gentle poke had toppled it and the oof from inside was no rodent but instead a now trapped ram villager who's green fuzzed armoits were now wickedly vulnerable. Sonya had mischeviously led him one time upon a bathing Alm whom become in some river reeds and was requesting aid in freeing himself. "A perfect chance for some payback I'd wager" the sorceress had said but Lukas had paid no mind and set to freeing his friend.
One time he'd even been called to Celica's tent to find a bound and gagged Alm awaiting him clad in only hos undergarments, boots and circlet.
"He asked me to do all of this." she'd explained. "Then to call you and order you to get revenge upon him. I'll help if you wish!"
He hadn't though and excused himself ignoring the saddened expressions on the royal couples faces. Alm hadn't gotten away free though. Though Lukas had resisted those oppurtunities others were not so kind and Forsyth, Sonya and Celica had all punished him at those moments FOR Lukas. Also Faye who had been watching nearby for all three coincidentally.
Now as he lay under two of the clowns of Surtr with the third member gasping in the corner from Lukas's retribution he was entranced by the feet of the fourth who was that exact partner he'd had in those ticklish escapades.
Lukas felt himself being drawn closer to those feet and as Alm waved away Lazlow and Inigo. He moved towards them. A singular finger raised by Alm stopped him in his tracks and those enticing piggies were tucked away as the lord came forwards on hands and knee to zoom in on Lukas's delectable chest.
His pectorals were squeezed and the dirty mouth that once began to his clean lord took in the nipple and started grinding softly between the teeth. Lukas moaned in pleasure at this until the strike happened. He was shoved upon his back on the cold floor and those beatiful feet shot into his armpits and began tracing their toes along the muscular hollows.
Lukas shook his head from side to side but made absolutely no effort to escape. Instead he laughed his fool head off at how his defenses had crumbled so easily.
Pity was shown and the handsome armor's was given a comfortable resting place on the laps of Lazlow and Inigo as Alm withdrew his feet from the armpit front.
Instead the newest clown came sniffing upon a pair of size 14 fortresses that were unaware of the danger they were in. A few stray fingers explored the heels testing the defenses for weaknesses. Imagine their surprise at the barking laughter signaling that the whole foot was a weakness!
Charging in the fingers made short work of the heel and rode the momentum to charge in upon the arch. Meanwhile at a bloodfilled hq those beautiful feet were back and they'd somehow encircled the position! Lukas had been thinking with his dick when he'd come to save Alm and there was no better metaphor than if his cock was his mind than how cupped soles were pumping the shaft. Now as Alm's fingers strode forth from a overwhelming victory upon Lukas's arches, his lower half pumped as those pretty peds gave Lukas the first and greatest footjob of his life. A pincer movement took form as while the fingers ravaged the final confident fortress that was the juicy ball of Lukas's foot, his toes were sucked into a moist mouth and ravaged by a pink tongue.
Once again Lukas shook his head from side but in this new lap pillow that just forced him to jam his nose against the erect cocks of Lazlow and Inigo. To make things even worse he felt his wrists seized and raised above his Owain joined the fray and put third pole into this tent around Lukas's head. No matter where Lukas looked a Ylissean Cock filled his view and taking refuge in his mind just made him susceptible to the Deliverance of the Orgasm that Alm was working for him. (Okay yeah that one was baaaaad)
Lukas erupted from both his cock and throat with a moan that would scare a wild animal as Alm finally released him. The clowns giggled down at the broken man who gasped for air at the devastating onslaught.
His cheek was pinched by a sadistic green-haired face that only slightly resembled the lord that had done so nuch not just for Lukas but for an entire continent and was rightfully dubbed the saint king for it. Now this lord of sinners smiled at Lukas and whispered into his ear.
"My feet aren't going to lick themselves clean you know."
Now though he swallowed hard as his eyes were drawn ever deeper into the sight before him. The small bubbly feet of his Lord Alm wiggled their petite toes at him as if waving hello to an old friend. Lazlow and Inigo lay on their bellies to either side of him pinning his wrists to the ground but felt no resistance as Lukas no longer moved to escape.
He'd always wondered what they'd looked like as the green-haired conqueror had been shy around his men about changing. Always doing so either in his tent or behind a tree away from prying eyes. Lukas had thought about them more than he'd care to admit but had always pictured them as more petite. Now at the sight he realized that he had doubted his lord. Though small they were the toned feet of an athlete with high arches and unkempt nails. Though they were smaller than his Lukas knew first hand the power they could display as he'd seen the little lord spring from them of his own power alone to lay a devastating blow of his falchion.
They were so pale though he thought in his head. The soles were pure white like a fresh bank of snow and all Lukas could think of was a red-clad figure venturing through the white sea to reach the forest of those delightful toes. His tongue lolled from his mouth as if volunteering to make the trek.
He'd once confided to his lord about wishing to experience more "emotion" a problem that had plagued him his entire adult life and the genuine enthusiasm that the chosen hero had displayed in taking his hand and swearing to help him had surprised him. That had been the first step in his lords plan to help him with his problem. Since then he'd experienced joy at seeing his Lord happy with the saving of innocents, Sorrow at when his lies had been unconvincing and Faye would find him in his hiding, and Pride at the genuine smile upon the Heir-Apparent to the throne Rigel's content face when he was with his lady love Celica.
Alm had helped him with feeling emotion about himself as well with sneaky tickles when the soldier least expected it. A hand darting through his heavy armor to find that exact rib. A jet of hot air upon an unsuspecting ear from behind or one time in full view a set of teeth nibbling upon a proffered hand at dinner with the resulting belly laugh alerting the whole camp.
Their friends and cohorts had all tried their hands at tickling Lukas then however to less than sucessful results. He'd tried to give a genuine chuckle to Python's tricks or Faye's schemes. Something to repay the amount of effort Tobin and Gray had put in to drop a net upon him so that they could get his boots off. However they could always tell his laughter wasn't genuine. Until his lord had started getting ropes in.
The Chinese GovernmentLast Thursday at 2:28 PM
Suddenly Atlas's bearhugs were to be feared as it allowed that little dynamo that he served unimpeded access to his hips which he'd squeeze and make Lukas laugh harder than he had since childhood. Silque's offers to kneel with her prayer were to be considered carefully as more often than not he'd pick up a green haired rucksack bent on torturing his ears. Pulling apart a fighting Boey and Mae was risky as suddenly his armpits would be wide open to a silent to a quick-footed lord.
But what did those quick feet look like Lukas would wonder? Feel like? TASTE like? How would it feel to tickle the only person who could tickle him? Lukas would wonder but out of a sense of duty restrain himself.
Not that the chances hadn't presented themselves. Not all of those plans were tactical masterpieces. The one springing to mind being Forsyth asking him to climb inside a new "extra large armor" to see if the ginger Samson could move it. A gentle poke had toppled it and the oof from inside was no rodent but instead a now trapped ram villager who's green fuzzed armoits were now wickedly vulnerable. Sonya had mischeviously led him one time upon a bathing Alm whom become in some river reeds and was requesting aid in freeing himself. "A perfect chance for some payback I'd wager" the sorceress had said but Lukas had paid no mind and set to freeing his friend.
One time he'd even been called to Celica's tent to find a bound and gagged Alm awaiting him clad in only hos undergarments, boots and circlet.
"He asked me to do all of this." she'd explained. "Then to call you and order you to get revenge upon him. I'll help if you wish!"
He hadn't though and excused himself ignoring the saddened expressions on the royal couples faces. Alm hadn't gotten away free though. Though Lukas had resisted those oppurtunities others were not so kind and Forsyth, Sonya and Celica had all punished him at those moments FOR Lukas. Also Faye who had been watching nearby for all three coincidentally.
Now as he lay under two of the clowns of Surtr with the third member gasping in the corner from Lukas's retribution he was entranced by the feet of the fourth who was that exact partner he'd had in those ticklish escapades.
Lukas felt himself being drawn closer to those feet and as Alm waved away Lazlow and Inigo. He moved towards them. A singular finger raised by Alm stopped him in his tracks and those enticing piggies were tucked away as the lord came forwards on hands and knee to zoom in on Lukas's delectable chest.
His pectorals were squeezed and the dirty mouth that once began to his clean lord took in the nipple and started grinding softly between the teeth. Lukas moaned in pleasure at this until the strike happened. He was shoved upon his back on the cold floor and those beatiful feet shot into his armpits and began tracing their toes along the muscular hollows.
Lukas shook his head from side to side but made absolutely no effort to escape. Instead he laughed his fool head off at how his defenses had crumbled so easily.
Pity was shown and the handsome armor's was given a comfortable resting place on the laps of Lazlow and Inigo as Alm withdrew his feet from the armpit front.
Instead the newest clown came sniffing upon a pair of size 14 fortresses that were unaware of the danger they were in. A few stray fingers explored the heels testing the defenses for weaknesses. Imagine their surprise at the barking laughter signaling that the whole foot was a weakness!
Charging in the fingers made short work of the heel and rode the momentum to charge in upon the arch. Meanwhile at a bloodfilled hq those beautiful feet were back and they'd somehow encircled the position! Lukas had been thinking with his dick when he'd come to save Alm and there was no better metaphor than if his cock was his mind than how cupped soles were pumping the shaft. Now as Alm's fingers strode forth from a overwhelming victory upon Lukas's arches, his lower half pumped as those pretty peds gave Lukas the first and greatest footjob of his life. A pincer movement took form as while the fingers ravaged the final confident fortress that was the juicy ball of Lukas's foot, his toes were sucked into a moist mouth and ravaged by a pink tongue.
Once again Lukas shook his head from side but in this new lap pillow that just forced him to jam his nose against the erect cocks of Lazlow and Inigo. To make things even worse he felt his wrists seized and raised above his Owain joined the fray and put third pole into this tent around Lukas's head. No matter where Lukas looked a Ylissean Cock filled his view and taking refuge in his mind just made him susceptible to the Deliverance of the Orgasm that Alm was working for him. (Okay yeah that one was baaaaad)
Lukas erupted from both his cock and throat with a moan that would scare a wild animal as Alm finally released him. The clowns giggled down at the broken man who gasped for air at the devastating onslaught.
His cheek was pinched by a sadistic green-haired face that only slightly resembled the lord that had done so nuch not just for Lukas but for an entire continent and was rightfully dubbed the saint king for it. Now this lord of sinners smiled at Lukas and whispered into his ear.
"My feet aren't going to lick themselves clean you know."
