A Fantasy by TakenAndTickled

I posted a message on an internet forum:

'Got the place to myself for the evening, looking for any straight guys interested in having their feet worshipped. No nudity. Reward offered.'

I didn't honestly expect to get any serious replies, but I thought I would try my luck, so I was quite surprised when I got a reply from a young guy called Luke.

He was nineteen and lived near the area. He stressed in his reply that he was totally straight, with a girlfriend, and was only interested in meeting because of the reward I mentioned in my post. He asked for a hundred pounds. These straight boys are so naïve. The offer of money is a guaranteed way to lure them in. He was at pains to establish that there would be no nudity, and that he wasn't into doing 'anything gay'. He was okay with me worshipping his feet, as long as I didn't talk to him. He was only in it for the cash.

I asked for a photo, but he was reluctant to send one. I reminded him that I was going to be handing over a large amount of money and I wanted to make sure he was legit. He sent me a small, low-resolution pic taken on a cheap phone, but it gave me a decent idea of what he looked like. He was quite cute; he was skinny, but not athletic or muscular. Just a very regular guy, a 'boy next door' type, with short brown hair in a scruffy 'bed-hair' style, and a sweet smile.

I told Luke to come round about seven. I had something to eat and drink before he arrived and then I sat watching the clock, wondering if he'd actually have the guts to show. Just after seven the doorbell rang. I paused for a moment to take a peek out of the side window, to make sure it was him. There he was, standing nervously on the doorstep, biting his lip. I answered the door and let him in. He didn't say much. He seemed quite shy, although given the circumstances it was completely understandable.

"Where do you want me?" he asked.

"Well, we can either go up to the bedroom or we can stay down here if you'd prefer?" I said. He was trying to avoid making eye-contact.

"Stay down here." He still had his coat on, as if he was about to turn around and leave. I offered to take it for him. "I'd rather keep it on," he said. Fair enough. Can't blame him for being cautious. He didn't waste much time asking about the money either.

"A hundred quid," I reassured him. "You can have half now if you like, then the rest after?" He definitely preferred this idea. I knew that flashing him a bit of cash would, if not put him at ease, at least remind him that he was doing this for a good reason. "You need it for anything in particular?" I asked. "It's just, I know some guys get into debt and stuff..."

"Whatever, really. It helps." That was all he said. He was very uncommunicative. He even seemed a little embarrassed to be there.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can go," I said.

"What about the money?" he asked.

"Well, obviously you can't keep it if nothing actually happens."

"Fine." He stood there, waiting to be told what to do. I gestured to the sofa and told him to sit down. I pulled the footstool over and propped his feet up on it. He didn't like me touching him, but he didn't say anything. Before I got started he made sure to remind me, "Just my feet, yeah?"

I knelt down by his feet. He was wearing a pair of slightly worn sneakers. I started to unlace his left shoe. He sat back and sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

"Nice sneakers," I said.

"Yeah," he said. I could tell he was already starting to regret ever agreeing to this. He must have needed that cash pretty desperately.

I pulled off his shoe. He was wearing a grey-coloured sports sock. His foot didn't have a strong odour, but the sock did smell a little from where he'd been wearing it all day. I sniffed the inside of his sneaker, which had a much stronger smell, obviously from where he'd been wearing it over a longer period of time. He didn't watch me. I don't think he could bring himself to look at what was happening.

The inside of the sneaker was warm and slightly damp, although his sock seemed quite dry. I inhaled a deep sniff and my cock started to bulge. Damn, those shoes smelled good. Exactly what you would expect a straight teen's shoes to smell like. I unlaced his other sneaker and gently pulled it off. Luke was too anxious to move; he barely flinched as I started to pull off one of his socks. He was busy studying the ceiling, trying to distract himself.

I removed the sock slowly, revealing his foot inch-by-inch. First I exposed the bottom of his hairy leg, then his boney ankle, his heel, the arch, the ball of his foot and finally his toes. The inside of his shoes told me he had size 9 UK feet. Not too big or small, perfectly proportioned, with slender, supple toes which were slightly moist. A few light whisps of hair on the top of the foot, and a few more on the toes. Luke swallowed nervously as I began to rub his soft bare foot.

"You've got very nice feet," I said.

"Thanks," he replied, but he didn't mean it. While I rubbed his foot with one hand, I pulled off his other sock with my other hand, just as slowly as before. I stopped caressing his foot to shove his socks into my pocket, to keep as a souvenir. Luke didn't notice I'd taken them. He probably would've been pretty annoyed if he had.

I took some time to stroke Luke's gorgeous bare feet. He even wriggled his toes a little, although it was an involuntary reaction. I could hear the rustle of his coat as he shifted about on the sofa, obviously feeling a bit self-conscious. I pressed my nose into his left sole and sniffed, slowly moving up to his toes as I inhaled, then I ran my nose along his toes, sniffing each of them one at a time.

I did exactly the same with his right foot and then I moved on to licking his soles. I licked the length of each of his bare soles, from his heels to the tips of his toes. He tasted delicious. He sniggered a little as my tongue flicked around his toes.

"What's wrong?" I said. "You're not ticklish are you?"

"Fuck off," said Luke with a half smile. I continued to suck on his toes, one-by-one, wrapping my lips around them and fellating them, massaging them with my tongue.

"Mmm, tasty," I said with a grin. Luke shook his head and looked vaguely disgusted. I nibbled on his toes for a while longer, before turning my attention to the tops of his feet which I kissed and licked all over. The whole time Luke just sat there biting his fingernails and staring at the walls. He looked so cute and unassuming, ripe for the taking. As I licked his toes I looked up at him, watching him with his head turned away, his eyes wandering around the room. I decided to have a little fun. I ran a finger along the sole of his foot. He flinched and instinctively tried to pull away.

"Cut it out," he said. He sounded serious.

"How would you fancy a bit more cash?" I asked. He thought about it for a few seconds. I could tell he was suspicious.

"How much?"

"Another fifty?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"Tie you up and tickle you," I said. He didn't like the sound of that. He shook his head and frowned.

"No way," he said.

"Would you do it for an extra hundred? You can keep your clothes on. I just want to tickle you, I promise."

"You won't try any weird shit?" he asked.

"No, I swear. I'll just tie your hands behind your back, tie your ankles together and tickle your feet. Just for ten or fifteen minutes." I almost couldn't believe how convincing I sounded. I just hoped I had him fooled. I could see he was wavering. I don't know what he wanted the money for, but he must have been in some kind of debt or something. The allure of two hundred pounds, just for getting tied up and having his feet tickled, was too tempting.

"All right, fine," he said. "But only for ten minutes, yeah? If you try anything, I'm gonna call the police."

He wasn't happy, but he was willing to tolerate my sexual quirks for the sake of the money. I can't believe he actually trusted me. I mean, did he really think that I was going to tie up a hot young straight guy and not have my wicked way with him? Maybe he thought his threat of the law would put me off. I've heard those threats before from guys like him, and they always amount to nothing. By the end of the evening he would take his money and be grateful I'd even let him go at all. He wouldn't want his girlfriend finding out how he'd made two hundred pounds in a single night. No, I felt pretty confident this straight boy would keep his mouth shut.

I got a roll of duct tape from the kitchen. When I returned I told Luke to lean forward and put his hands behind his back. He sighed and looked genuinely worried.

"Just think of the money," I told him. He did as I asked and I taped his wrists together. "Ever tried any bondage with your girlfriend?" I asked, as I held his feet together on the footstool and wrapped a load of tape around his ankles.

"We're not into that kind of thing," he replied.

I wrapped some extra tape around his legs, just below his knees, for good measure. I taped his legs together very tightly, leaving him no room to struggle. He bit his lip anxiously as he silently watched me.

"How does that feel?" I asked. Luke tried to move his legs and writhed about on the sofa.

"Fuck," he said, in a tone which was both quietly impressed and deathly afraid. It was almost as if he'd only just realised what he'd gotten himself into.

"Now let's really see how ticklish you are," I said. I began by tickling his left foot only, my fingers creeping up and down his bare sole. Luke threw his head back and gasped 'shit' as he flexed his toes and jerked his foot from side-to-side. With a single finger, I scratched around the ball of his foot and underneath his toes. He was trying not to laugh and was hissing through his nose, which I thought was adorable.

I played 'This Little Piggy' with his toes, pinching and wriggling them between my thumb and forefinger. He continued to hold his laughter in, although his chest was bouncing up and down from giggling internally. Then I started to tickle both of his feet together, my fingers all over his soles and probing in-between his toes. He couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into a fit of laughter, struggling against his bonds. He rolled about on the sofa, trying to pull his hands free from behind him while also attempting to wriggle his legs free.

"Oh, fuck, no!" he gasped with each breath, before breaking into another fit of giggles. I had him right where I wanted him. As I flicked my tongue between his toes like a snake, he started to cry out, "Stop! Please, stop!" I ignored him and carried on torturing his toes for another ten minutes before pausing for a moment. Luke was struggling to catch his breath.

"Stop," he panted. "No more. I've changed my mind. Let me go, please." Aw, poor thing. He sounded so sincere. He actually expected me to release him. Silly boy.

"You're going nowhere, straight boy," I said, with a wicked grin. "I want to find all your ticklish spots!" I sat next to him on the sofa and put an arm around his shoulder. He flinched and tried to pull away from me.

"I've had enough," he said. "Let me go - now."

"What about your money?"

"Keep it, I don't care. Just let me go, you freak." I gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze and moved my hand up to his face to stroke his soft cheek with my finger. He turned his head away.

"Fuck off! Get the fuck off me, now!" he shouted.

"What's up, boy? Are you ticklish here as well?" I tickled around his neck. He hunched his shoulders up and lowered his head, trying to defend himself. "What about here?" I said, as I slipped my hand under his coat and pinched his side through his t-shirt. He began to thrash about, but with his hands and feet taped-up there wasn't a whole lot he could do.

I pulled his coat back and slipped it off his shoulders, pushing it down his arms until it reached his bound wrists. He was breathing heavily and looking away from me. I lifted up his t-shirt as far as I could, exposing his flat stomach with a tasty treasure trail from his belly button to his waist, and a nice smooth chest with small pink nipples. I ran my hand across his torso. He leaned forward and wriggled against his bonds once more.

"This is illegal," he growled. "You can't do this!"

"Right now, I can do whatever I like," I whispered in his ear, biting tenderly on his earlobe. "And if you want your money you'll keep your mouth shut and take it." I flicked my tongue into his ear and he attempted to lean away from me again. At the same time I pinched his nipples, rubbing both of them between my fingers.

"Shit, oh shit," Luke mumbled through clenched teeth. I stopped licking his ear and kissed him on the cheek. He face contorted into an expression of utter disgust. Still fondling his nipples, I started to kiss and bite his neck. He was close to tears now, cursing under his breath.

I reached for the roll of duct tape that I'd left on the arm of the couch. I tore off a strip and, despite Luke violently shaking his head from side-to-side, somehow managed to plaster it firmly over his lips. I quickly ripped off another strip to stick over his mouth, just to be sure he was properly gagged. He grunted and tried in vain to loosen the tape by forcing his jaw open, but his mouth was shut tight. He looked at me with furious eyes, eyebrows screwed up, nostrils flared as he was forced to breathe heavily through his nose.

"Mmnnnnhhh!" was the only noise he was able to make, repeatedly and loudly. He was struggling frantically. I leaned over him and kissed his chest all the way from his collarbone down to his belly button. I playfully poked my tongue into his belly button while squeezing his thighs through his jeans. Luke continued to protest through his gag and squirm about underneath me. I finished licking his belly and turned my attention to his tender nipples, which had hardened slightly after I'd tweaked them. I pressed my lips to his left nipple and gently sucked on it, lapping at it with the tip of my tongue. My hands remained down below, groping his crotch.

I moved across to suckle on his right nipple, this time biting on it a little, holding it between my teeth until Luke yelped in pain. After I'd finished nibbling on his hard little nipple, I sat back and started to unbutton his jeans. Luke sounded really pissed-off as I opened up his jeans to reveal the waistband of a pair of tight black boxer shorts. He continued to fight me as I rolled him onto his side to pull his jeans down to his knees, where the tape around his legs prevented me from removing them any further. Despite having a relatively smooth chest, his legs were more hairy and his thighs were nice and furry. I gave them another squeeze and Luke growled again.

His boxers were a snug fit, showing off an impressive bulge. His girlfriend was one lucky lady. She never could have imagined that she would end up sharing her boyfriend with a gay man, if only for one night. I wondered how she would have felt to see him right now, tied and gagged, at my mercy. Some girls are turned-on by that kind of thing.

I cupped my hand around the bulge in his underwear and gave a firm squeeze. Luke whined through his gag and shook his head.

I caressed his bulge and said, "Looks like you've got a decent package, straight boy." Luke snorted through his nose and looked away in disgust as I tugged at the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down.

The guy had a real nice cock, uncut and a good size despite being completely limp. His balls hung low, resting against his crotch. I cupped my hand around them and fondled them, rolling them between my fingers as if performing a medical inspection. With my other hand I lifted up his flaccid cock and started fingering his foreskin, rubbing it with my thumb and pulling it back ever so slightly to reveal the head. I bent down and put his dick in my mouth; I do enjoy sucking on a straight boy's soft, limp cock. As I massaged the shaft with my lips, I slipped my tongue under his foreskin. Luke moaned and groaned, as any boy subjected to the same kind of stimulation would, although it was clear he wasn't really enjoying it.

As I teased and molested his private parts, I could feel his cock slowly beginning to rise inside my mouth. Now I really had Luke at my mercy. I had taken control of his body. His cock was mine. I knew how much anguish he would be feeling, tormented by the thought that he hadn't fought hard enough, that maybe he'd given in too easily. I could see him clenching his toes as he continued to struggle valiantly, but hopelessly, against his bondage.

By now I was sucking on a nice hard dick, almost completely erect, the head fully exposed and wet with pre-cum. Luke was moaning with self-loathing, shaking his head with tears in his eyes. I pulled away from his cock for a moment and sat back to admire it in all its glory, sticking straight up in the air. I took great pleasure in pulling it down towards his groin and letting it spring back up again, bouncing off his abdomen. I was curious to hear what he had to say for himself now, so I ripped the duct tape off his lips. He gasped and took in a big gulp of air. While he licked his sore lips I returned to his cock, rubbing my thumb around the head in a circular motion to coax out more droplets of pre-cum.

"No," said Luke in a hoarse voice. "Stop! I don't want this!"

"What you want is irrelevant," I said, still teasing his juicy cock. "You're going to cum for me whether you like it or not."

"No! Shit, no!"

"Oh yes. You can try and resist if you like, but the fact is that sooner or later you are going to spill a nice hot load of milk for me. See, this is what happens when you reply to dodgy ads on the internet. Serves you right."

"I'll fucking kill you for this."

"Yeah, just keep talking. I love the sound of your voice. It turns me on even more."

Unsurprisingly, Luke fell silent for a while after that, although he continued to cry 'no' and 'stop' every now and then. He didn't want to say too much for fear of fuelling my perversions, but at the same time he wasn't going to just sit there and take it without protesting. I thought about replacing his gag, but to be honest I was rather relishing his futile little pleas. The more he cried 'no', the more aroused I became. My own cock had been steadily growing ever since I got my hands on his bare feet and now I was rock hard.

I stroked and masturbated Luke's dick. Each time I sensed he was close to climaxing, I relaxed the pace a little, making sure he didn't cum until I wanted him to. Eventually, when I decided it was time, and Luke was totally primed to blow, I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him, my tongue licking the length of his shaft while my fingers tickled his balls.

There was nothing Luke could do to stop it from happening. Admirably, he hadn't even begged me to let him cum. He was determined to hold it in and deny me the satisfaction, but he was fighting a losing battle. As my warm throat took the length of his cock, he ejaculated against his will and shot his load as if he hadn't cum for a week. He convulsed on the couch, gritting his teeth and moaning, clawing at the cushions, wriggling his sexy toes.

I swallowed another load of his spunk and took his cock out of my mouth. I stroked his shaft with my fingers and teased out one final glob of cum which began to dribble down his dick. I licked it up slowly, savouring that last load.

"Mmm, you're so tasty," I said as I gulped it down. "Tasty toes, tasty milk... delicious."

"Fuck off, you cunt," mumbled Luke.

"Aw, don't worry, I'm sure your girlfriend won't mind me helping myself to your body. I mean, come on, she can't blame me for wanting a piece of her sexy straight boyfriend."

"You're in so much trouble, sicko."

I leaned against him, pressing my body against his, and forced a kiss directly onto his lips. He shut his mouth tightly to fend me off and tried to look away. As I sat back he turned towards me again and spat at me, but the stupid boy's mouth was so dry that he only succeeded in dribbling down his own chin. I laughed at him, which only made him more angry.

I rolled him onto his side again to check out his arse. He had a nice firm peachy bum, slightly furry around the crack but otherwise quite smooth. I gave his butt cheeks a squeeze, followed by a hard slap. He swore at me again. Some boys never learn.

"You just earned yourself a spanking," I said.

"No!" Luke yelled, but it was too late. I started spanking his arse, slowly at first, with short sharp slaps, building up to harder and faster smacks. Luke squirmed and shouted abuse at me, grunting in pain with each smack. His buttocks were slowly turning red and I decided it best to stop before I caused any damage that might arouse suspicion. I ceased spanking him and instead focused my attention on pulling his peachy cheeks apart to examine his anus. I found his tight hole clenched together and could feel Luke trembling as I stroked it with my forefinger.

"Please, don't," he whimpered. He suddenly sounded very different. Now I was really horny.

"I think we're gonna need some lube for this tight little hole," I said.

"Fuck, no!" cried Luke as I rushed out to grab some lube from the cupboard. I returned to find him rolling about on the sofa, still trying to break free, his face red and flustered from exertion. I waved the tub of lube in his face with a sadistic grin.

"Time to get lubed-up, straight boy." I sat down next to him and pushed him face down into the cushions, to expose his bare arse again. He had just started to sob and was evidently so freaked out that he couldn't even speak. I pulled his buttocks apart and spread plenty of lube around with the tip of my finger, probing into his hole and finger-fucking him for a few minutes to help loosen him up. Luke quivered and yelped as my finger violated him, and tried to clench his cheeks together. It was pitiful - and very arousing.

I unzipped my trousers, pushed my underwear down and let my hard cock rest against the small of Luke's back, just at the base of his spine. I could hear him snivelling. He was lubed-up and ready to rape. I began by slowly rubbing the head of my cock against his hole and then gently pushing it in, very slightly, just by a few millimetres at first to start opening him up. Luke gasped and writhed about, whimpering through pursed lips and clenching his fists and toes. I forced it in deeper.

"Ngh," Luke grunted. I started fucking him properly, with a steady rhythm, pushing my cock in and out as my hands gripped hold of his waist.

"Oh yes," I moaned. Luke gulped and finally found his voice again.

"No!" he said, repeating it over and over again as I raped him. I ignored him and soon I was pounding his arse, fucking him deep and hard, digging my fingers into his hips. Each thrust was accompanied by a little whimper or groan from Luke, who was still protesting. My pulse was racing as I fucked my captive straight guy. He was little more than a piece of meat to me now, just a hole to be used and abused, taken advantage of. I moaned with pleasure over Luke's groans of repulsion.

"I'm gonna cum," I said, getting closer and closer.

"No... ugh... no! Please... ngh... no!"

Luke's pathetic pleas were enough to tip me over the edge. I came inside him, shooting load after load of spunk with each deep thrust. I moaned with ecstasy and kept on fucking him until I was spent, the pace gradually slowing to the point where I eventually pulled out of him, leaving a trail of cum around his anus. I gave his arse a slap and stood up. My cock was still hard, so I positioned myself in front of Luke's face, which was red with tears of anger.

"Ever sucked a cock before?" I asked.

"No way," Luke said. "Fuck you!"

I was worried that in his current state of hatred he would try to bite my dick off if I forced it into his mouth. Luckily, I had just the thing for such a situation. A friend had jokingly sent me a ring-gag as a present, which I'd chucked in a drawer and never used - until now. While Luke thrashed about on the couch, growling and still trying to break free, I went upstairs to retrieve my diabolical little device. It was a wire gag in the shape of an O, useful for holding a person's jaw open. I quickly returned to find Luke in the same position, panting for breath.

"Open wide," I said. Naturally, he refused. There was a tussle as I tried to wrestle his jaw open, during which Luke bit down on one of my fingers, drawing blood, but I managed to force the gag into his mouth and secure it in place. He had wasted a lot of energy by struggling and he didn't have enough stamina left to fight me.

Luke's mouth was now fixed wide open, ready to be safely invaded. Just to mess with his head and demonstrate how vulnerable he was, I poked a few fingers in there and tickled the roof of his mouth, stroked the inside of his cheeks and pulled his tongue about. Luke threw his head around and made lots of angry gurgling sounds in the back of his throat. I pushed his head down towards my cock. He knew there was nothing to be gained from another pointless struggle, so he more-or-less allowed me to put my cock in his mouth, although he was clearly disgusted and outraged by the violation.

His tongue felt so good as it involuntarily brushed against the shaft of my cock. I went as deep as I could, until Luke started to gag and choke, and gently fucked his throat. I had my hands on the top of his head, stroking and pulling at his hair. The blood on my finger had already started to dry up.

"Ugghh," Luke gurgled as I raped his throat. Saliva was trickling out of the corner of his mouth, running down his chin. Every time he tried to move his tongue away from my cock he inevitably ended up licking it, which made him wince - although from my perspective it felt pretty good. He would have made a really decent cocksucker if he was more cooperative.

Just knowing that this straight guy had my dick in his mouth, and feeling his tentative tongue lapping against it, was enough to make me cum. As I fucked the depths of his throat I came again, and unloaded more spunk which Luke had no choice but to swallow. As he gulped it down, his eyes screwed up in revulsion. I slowly pulled back and let the last few drops trickle out into his mouth, all over his tongue.

I thought about removing the gag straight away, but I quite enjoyed seeing him modelling it for me, so I left it for a little while longer, much to Luke's frustration, his tongue still coated with my seed. I got cleaned up and when I returned I took a few photos to remember him by. He wasn't happy to lie there and pose for me, and he kept turning his face away from the lens.

"Don't worry," I said, "these are only for my benefit."

It was getting very late now. I removed his gag. He coughed and spluttered, and reluctantly gulped down the cum still inside his mouth. He was either too angry or too upset to speak; probably both. I even had the gall to thank him for a great evening, as if it was all a prearranged session. He just glared at me silently. I cut the tape around his wrists, legs and ankles and told him he could go. He pulled his boxer shorts and jeans up, buttoned his fly and reached for his shoes.

"Where's my socks?" he asked quietly.

"I thought I'd keep them," I told him. "Consider it your parting gift to me. Oh, that reminds me --"

While Luke put his shoes on without socks, I went and got the rest of his money. Two hundred in total, as promised. I handed it to him, but he refused to take it.

"That's what you came for, isn't it?" I said, waving the cash at him. Luke gingerly took it out of my hand and counted it. He was smart enough to put it in his pocket. After a few minutes he got up and headed for the door without looking at me again. I followed him and watched him go, stepping out onto the street in silence. He flashed a glance at me as he left, and for a moment I thought he was going to hit me, but he decided he just wanted to get away quickly.

I went back into the living room and sat on the sofa where Luke's ordeal had occurred. I pulled his socks out of my pocket and pressed them to my nose. They still smelled good. I sat back and inhaled his odour as I caressed my cock and wondered how much the next guy would cost me...



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