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A.I. foot/tickle 'artwork' is so weird to me. I'm not down for it. Aside from the morality of effectively stealing others work, it just sort of crosses into this Uncanny Valley and creeps me out. I know lots of people love it, especially the celebrity stuff, but I just don't like it.

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He found out the hard way 😁

I felt this but hey maybe they will be too?? Who knowwwsssss

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Crime and Punishment Tickling

This short story was written a while ago, but Tumblr took it down. Originally it was just foot tickling, but I've added some upper body stuff, too. I like the idea of someone doing bad shit, and getting what's coming to them. Usually through tickling. This story is SFW.

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"Oh shit, oh fuck, where am I?!"

Garret was starting to wake up and realized, to his horror, that he was tied up. He was only wearing his pants, something was wrapped around his legs and ankles, and his wrists were hanging from a pole above him.  It looked like he was in someone’s basement.  He was somewhere with white painted brick walls, no windows, and workout equipment.

"Ah, so you're waking up, huh shitstain?"

A larger man with a backwards baseball cap was sitting across the room, watching Garret with an intense look in his eyes.  He looked vaguely familiar, but Garret couldn’t place where he’d seen the guy before.  

"Look, whatever you want dude, take it. Tell me what you want and I'll make it happen, just let me go!"  Garret begged and pleaded.  He didn’t know how he got to where he was or how he found himself mostly naked and tied up in front of this man.  He didn’t intend to sound as small and pathetic as he did, but he hoped the more he begged the more likely it was that the man would pity him and let him go.

"You don't recognize me do you, you shitstain?"

"Look, I don't know you dude! Let me go! HELP! HEEEELP!" Garret screamed.  He thrashed his body side to side, trying desperately to escape his bondage.  Garret was so well tied and taped down that he barely moved as he struggled for his life.  All he could manage was to wiggle his hips and the tips of his toes.

"A couple of weeks ago you came by my mother's house to do yard work, do you remember?"

"I don't know what you're talking about you psycho! Let me go!"

"Oh, I think you'll remember. I was leaving as you were getting there. She paid you in full, and you took off with her money and never did the work, do you remember now?"

Garret stopped struggling.  Suddenly, he remembered where he saw the guy before.  Yes, he had scammed the woman, but he didn’t expect her giant mammoth of a son to come looking for him…

"Oh shit, yeah, dude, it's not what you think it is. Look, I just needed to get some stuff to take care of her garden, right? I'm waiting for it to get in. I'm going back, I fucking promise!"  Garret lied through his teeth in order to try and save his own skin.

"No, shitstain, I don't think you are. But that's okay, because you're going to work off the money, time, and stress you put my mother through, got it?"

"Yeah, look, I'll pay everything back. Just let me go!"

"Let you go? Why would I do that? Say, you see that across the room?" the man motioned to a camera that was pointed at the two of them.

In his panic, Garret hadn’t noticed the camera.  It was standing tall on a tripod aimed over at them.  Or, rather, it looked like it was focused just on him.

"Yeah, I see it."

"Well, we're going to make a little video, you and I."

"Oh shit, dude, please don't hurt me..."

The man pulled out a long white feather.

"Oh, it shouldn't hurt..." the man said, bringing the feather to one of Garret's exposed soles, stroking it up and down on his foot.

The results were instantaneous. Garret tried to jerk his foot back, pulled hard on his wrist restraints, and barked out a laugh.  Embarrassed by his outburst, Garret tried slamming his body side to side to see if he could break out of this bondage.

"What the fuck man!  Leave my fucking feet alone!  What are you doing?!"

"So that camera over there, shitstain? It's going to record me tickling you and your feet. Then I'm going to upload it to the internet and charge people who like this sort of thing big bucks to watch it. They're going to love jerking off to you squirming and swearing while I tickle you."

The feather came back. This time the man held Garret's foot still and flossed the feather between his toes. Garret started squirming and cackling with laughter.  

“ST-OOOP!  FUCK!  HA!  SH-I-I-I-T!”

Garret struggled and thrashed in his restraints.  The sensation from between his toes was like nothing he’d ever felt before.  This was the first time that Garret could ever remember someone tickling his feet… and he already didn’t like it.

"Smile for the camera, shitstain!"

The feather attacked the other foot, tickling the sensitive skin just under the toes. Garret couldn't stand the sensation as the feather explored, prodded, and stroked around his toes.  Garret tried to curl his toes up, blocking the feather from its intended target.  He grabbed Garret’s toes in one hand, pulled them back, and attacked again with the feather.  Garret laughed and struggled, pulling hard on his wrists to see if he could break free.  Nothing helped.

After what felt like an eternity, the foot tickling finally stopped.  The soles of his feet felt incredibly sensitive.  Garret’s upper body glistened with sweat as his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath.

"P-P-Please! S-S-Stop!"

"No, I think we can go a little bit longer. Maybe just another few… hours should do it. For this video, anyways. I'm sure we can think up a few more things we could get you to do on camera, hmm?"

The man turned the feather around and started writing on Garret's soles with the quill.

Garret threw his head back and screamed.  If the feather between his toes was bad, this was even worse.  He felt the tip of the quill scratching along his over sensitive soles, driving him mad.  

“I-I-I’LLLL GIVE TH-THE M-M-M-MONEY BACK!”

The man smiled at the camera.

“See that folks?  Shitstain thinks he can make good now.  What do you think?  Should I show mercy?”

The man stopped for a second, pretended to think, and then grabbed Garret’s left foot tightly in one hand.

“I’ll spell it out for you…”

Pressing the tip into the flesh of Garret’s arch, the man very slowly dragged the quill in the name of the letter N.

“N…”

He grabbed the other foot, and made a large O.

“O…”

The man grinned at Garret.

“Let’s just write that a few more times so you get the picture.”

“NO!  STOP!”

The man took several minutes writing ‘no’ on the soles with the quill.  He did some small, some large, some quick, some slow.  He scribbled all over the soles while Garret kicked his feet as best as he could.

“Okay, let’s switch things up.”

The tickling, mercifully, stopped.

“Please… common man… I won’t ever do shit like this again.  I’ll pay your mom back AND so the work.  Completely free.  Common… let me go…”

The large man put down the feather (to Garret’s immense relief) and walked behind the tied up con-man.  

“I’ll let you go when you’ve learned your lesson.  I don’t think you have yet.  But I think you’re starting to get there, shitstain.”

Without warning, the man’s thick fingers dug into Garret’s sides.

“AAAH!  FUCK!  H-EELP!”

Those rough fingers travelled up and down Garret’s sides, prodding and exploring the ticklish skin.

“Well well well, ticklish feet and upper body?  The perverts are going to love you.”

Using just one finger on each hand, the man tickled each rib, one at a time.  Garret thrashed back and forth, but there was no relief. The large man’s fingers slid around his skin with no resistance with how much Garret had been sweating.  With his feet at least he could sometimes squirm and pull them away from the feather, but with his arms tied up above his head, he couldn’t escape the man’s hands at all.

Those hands assaulted Garret’s ribs and sides, slowly moving up the tied torso.

“Hey, I wonder if these pits of yours are ticklish.  Let’s find out.”

“FUCK O-O-OFF!”

“Watch your mouth, shitstain”

While those hands had been rough and aggressive so far, they were surprisingly gentle as they ascended to Garret’s armpits.  Fingertips gently stroked the exposed skin, sliding up and down the pit.  

“Hee hee.. St-stop!  Fuck… This is a-a-a-lmost worse…”

It wasn’t sending Garret into hysterics, but it did tickle.  It was maddening.  It felt like an itch he couldn’t scratch, like a sneeze that just wouldn’t come.  He fought back, twisting his body back and forth.  But nothing helped.

“Just a few giggles, huh?  Let’s try this.”

Slowly, the tickling got more intense.  Gentle strokes turned into pokes.  Turned into prods.  Turned into fingers digging into the flesh.  As the tickling ramped up, so did Garret’s laughter.

“AAAH HA HA!  EN-OUGH!  LET M-E-E-E-E GOOOO!”

This time the large man didn’t answer, he just laughed along with Garret.

The tickle torture continued.  Garret had no idea how long it had been going on, his sense of time gone.  His entire existence was his sensitive skin being abused.  When the fingers finally left his armpits alone, Garret slumped, hanging limply by his wrists.  He huffed and puffed, his hair stuck to his forehead in sweat.

“Alright, you did a good job there shitstain.  I’ll give you a break and we’ll come back to it.”

Garret looked up, feeling close to tears.

“Break?  Back to it?  I thought you were going to let me go?”

The man turned off the camera and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m going to let you go.  But only after I’m ready.  We’re going to make a few more videos together.”

The large man produced a bottle of baby oil and a hairbrush.

“No one takes advantage of my mother.  No one.”

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Hole in the Socks, Toes in the Mouth

Old story that Tumblr took down. I've reworked it and added a bunch of toe worship. It's mostly SFW, just some jerking off happens off camera.

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“You keep looking at me, is something wrong?” your friend, Jared, asked.

You instantly turned your eyes back to the movie that you both were watching.

“Naw dude, just watching the movie.  I guess I might have looked over at you to see if you were enjoying it, too?” you tried to sound as convincing as you could but you could tell he wasn’t really buying it.

Truth be told, you’d been barely watching the movie.  The moment it started, Jared had propped his feet up on the couch so he could stretch out.  Normally this wouldn’t be much of an issue for you, but one of his socks had holes in it... giving a hint of your friend’s delicious toes and heel.  He had no idea you were into feet, and he had no idea you had been madly in love with his feet since the moment you’d first seen them.

“I don’t know how else I can tell you that I’m liking this movie.  I’m still watching it, aren't I?  Why do you keep looking over here?”

“No... seriously... it wasn’t a big deal or anything...” you felt yourself starting to blush, a sure sign that you’d been caught.  What made matters worse is that your friend seemed to have realized that he caught you red handed... he just didn’t know at what yet.

“No, if there’s something wrong you need to say it.  You keep looking over this way and it’s creeping me out.”

That’s when he wiggled the toes of his foot.  You could clearly see the digits wiggle and flex through the hole in his sock.  You couldn’t help it, you had to watch.  This time when you looked back up, though, you were horrified to see a knowing look in his eye.

“Oh, that’s it, huh?  You staring at my hole-y sock?  Didn’t think something like that would bother you.  I can change if it’s bothering you that much ...”

He reached out and took his sock by the toe, pulling back slowly to reveal his beautiful bare foot.  You gently bit your lip and stared as his foot was slowly revealed... the smooth heel, the creamy sole, and those toes you just wanted to nibble on.  You couldn’t help but stare, and he couldn’t help but notice.

“It’s my feet, isn’t it?  You’re trying to stare at my feet?  Dude, I didn’t know you were into my feet,” he laughed.  The sound absolutely crushed you.  You were ready to be told to get out of his house and never come back.  

“Tell you what, you come over here and take care of my feet, and I can promise that no one else will hear about it, got it?”

Your eyes went wide.  Before you knew what you were doing, you scrambled over yourself to get to that exposed foot.

“This is kind of weird, but who knows?  Maybe I’ll like it.  I’ve asked girls in the past to suck on my toes because I’ve heard it feels amazing, but they’ve all said no.  But, keep it down, okay?  I’m really liking this movie.”

Before he could change his mind, you shoved Jared’s foot in your face, inhaling the scent of him.  You’d both been out earlier in the day, so there was a certain muskiness to them.  

“I don’t get what you see in them,” Jared said, wiggling his toes against your face, “they’re just feet.  Nothing special.”

Sticking out your tongue, you slowly lick from heel to the tips of the toes, taking in the taste of Jared’s foot.

“Let me ask you a question,” you say.  “Do you like boobs?”

Jared nodded.

“Sure, who doesn’t like boobs?”

“Well, for me, feet are like boobs.  Just about everything you’d want to do to a pair of tits, I want to do to a guy’s feet.”

Jared just sort of nodded, leaning back to think about what you’d just said.  He pondered a few moments before shrugging and turning his attention back to the movie.  

The movie didn’t matter to you anymore.  You had your buddy’s feet all to yourself.

Jared said he asked a girl to suck his toes before, so you wanted to give him that experience.  Pushing his feet together, holding tight by his ankles, you swallowed both of his big toes at once.  As soon as the digits were in your hot, wet mouth, Jared let out a gasp and sat up, looking at you.

“Oh shit!  Oh wow.  That feels amazing.”

You swirled your tongue around the toes, between the toes, and gently nibble on the pads.  You pull your mouth off the toes.

“You like it?”

“Oh shit yeah.  Keep going.”

Spurred on by Jared’s enthusiasm, you take his left foot into your hands, cradling it lovingly, and wrap your tongue around his little toe.  With your tongue slithering around the toe, you pull it into your mouth and suck on it.  Jared let out another shaky breath.

“Are… are you going to do that to each toe?” He asks, paying as much attention to the movie as you were.

“Mmhmm” you say, opening your mouth and taking the next toe into your mouth too.  With both in your mouth, you started flossing your tongue between them.

“Oh shit, this is wild.  Keep going…”

Slowly you took each toe of his left foot into your mouth.  As you licked, bit, and tasted your way through his toes, you noticed that your friend’s breath was starting to become harder.  You looked up from his foot to see that his eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling with his deep breaths.  You even noticed a bulge starting to form in his pants.

As you finished up on the left foot, all five of his toes in your mouth, you pulled away, drool dribbling down the foot.

Jared looked up, about to say something, when you devoured the big toe of his right foot into your mouth.  He let out a contented sign, closed his eyes, and relaxed back down on the couch.  

With his right foot you took greater time and attention on each single toe.  You bobbed your head up and down on his toes, giving each its own individual care.  Between each toe you would spend some time licking between them, savouring the taste, but the main focus was on sucking on each toe, one at a time.

As you sucked on his middle toe, Jared cleared his throat.  You looked up without taking the toe out of your mouth.

“This… okay, this is pretty hot, and it’s turning me on like you wouldn’t believe.  Would it be weird if I… you know…” he said as he rubbed the bulge in his pants.

“Mmhmm” you say again, nodded, and turned your attention back to the feet in your hands.  You felt a sense of satisfaction when you heard Jared sigh, the unzip of his pants, and the sound of skin rubbing on skin.

The movie continued on in the background, but neither of you cared.

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Not me! I certainly don't want sole (and tops!) pics in my inbox! How degenerate! I hope no one sends me any! I would be soooOOOooOO mad! So mad I would have to talk about the pics and give them a rating.

So don't you do it!

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Who are some of your favorite tickle story authors?

There are a few that I read:

GiantXXX - He's been around for a while. He's not on Tumblr, but he manages his own site. He has a TON of stories. Lots of them are based off of TV show and movie characters. https://giantxxxstories.squarespace.com/

@jamestmedak : He has had some good stuff, and has a great writing style. If you're willing to shell out a few bucks (as I have) you can actually find books/stories of his own Amazon. I have a couple on my kindle

@takentickledandmilked : He doesn't write as much anymore, but he has had some good tickle/milking stories in the past. Just note: he's VERY into twinks.

Tklr: He hasn't posted anything in a while, but I love his stories. He often mixes tickling with foot worship, which is super hot for me. You can find him on DA: https://www.deviantart.com/tkfr

@boytickler35 : Another great writer. If you like the boys from 13 Reasons Why, you'll love a bunch of his stories. He wrote one about Troy and Abed from Community that was especially good. His stuff is worth a read. You can also find him on DA, it might be easier to sort his stories there : https://www.deviantart.com/boytickler35

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Any new videos of either you or tycklewyrm as lees?

Not any new ones, no. I may have an old one or two to share. I just need to find them.

Sadly, since we moved from Toronto we haven't had much of a tickle community around us. That's something I'm hoping to change in the near future. Just need to find the right guys!

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Tops and soles narrowly beat out soles only. But it came at the last minute, all week soles only was winning. Still, that's close to half that aren't into tops. Curious.

How do we feel about tops? Personally, I love them as much as soles. Soles can start to look a little samey after a while, but tops tend to be more unique and different guy to guy.

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In fact, I insist upon it.

Rb if it's okay for people to ask you tickle-related questions

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Old tickle video of me and a guy whose feet I used to play with and tickle. God, listening to myself makes me cringe. I swear I got better at tickle-talk as I got more experienced :P

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Yup, pretty much.

Here have another meme

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I feel like I can't fully like feet unless I see the tops. Tops tell me if you take care of your feet, more than soles imo. There are not many bad soles, but there are a lot of not attractive tops

Absolutely agree. I had a buddy in highschool with amazing long and slender soles. Even better, I knew that they were ticklish (not that I ever got to tickle them). His tops though? Thoroughly unattractive. It was such a waste.

My favourite foot pics are the ones where you can see the sole of one foot, the top of the other. They just let you see everything.

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How do we feel about tops? Personally, I love them as much as soles. Soles can start to look a little samey after a while, but tops tend to be more unique and different guy to guy.

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Tied and Tickled Boyfriend

This is an old story that Tumblr took down. Beefed it up, added a lot of armpit tickling, and here we go. It's mostly SFW, no sex stuff happens. Just a mostly naked boy.

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"Damn, you look pretty sexy tied down like that."

Greg took a minute to appreciate the sight of his boyfriend Sean tied up, spread eagle, on their bed. Every inch of his body, save what was under his underwear, was exposed and vulnerable.

"Alright, so I'm tied up. What happens next?  What are you going to do?" Sean asked, his voice a mixture of apprehension, excitement, and sex.

"Well... what if I told you that there was something I was into that I never told you about?" Greg asked, running a hand up and down Sean's bare leg.

Sean grinned and playfully pulled on the ropes tied around his wrists.

"Oh? Some new kink? Should I be worried?" Sean said with a wink.

"Oh, I don't know..." Greg said, his hand now going up Sean's leg to his thigh, "it depends on how ticklish you are."

Without a word of warning, Greg began skittering his fingertips up and down the inside of  Sean’s exposed thigh. He went right up to Sean's underwear, but for now he didn't go any further than that.

The reaction from Sean was explosive. His entire body tensed up and he started to laugh. He pulled on the ropes.

"No fucking fare! I hate being tickled! This isn't really a thing for you, right? You're just fucking with me?"

"Oh no, this is a huge thing for me. Ever since we first hooked up, I've wanted to tie you down and tickle you till you break. Damn, you don't know how good you look tied down and ready for a tickling."

"Look... you could just fuck me or something, maybe I can suck you off while tied down? Anything but tickling, common dude!"

Greg laughed and walked his fingers up Sean's leg to his exposed belly. With each 'step' Sean twitched and shook.

"No dice, cutie. I mean, I'd love to fuck you later, but why not wait till after we've had a little bit of fun. Think of it as your reward for being such a good tickle boy!"

Greg brought both of his hands up and started tickling Sean's stomach. Those fingers danced across the soft hairless skin, except for one that kept working its way in and out of Sean's belly button. Sean, for his part, started fighting on the bond again. He threw his head back and laughed, trying his hardest to squirm his body away from the assaulting fingers.

"S-S-STOP! P-L-LEASE!"

"No dice, Sean. You have no idea how hot this is. Hmmm... I wonder how ticklish those pits are..."

“NOOO!”

Greg straddled Sean’s hips and started rubbing his hands up and down Sean’s sides.  He would go down to the end of the ribs, and back up till his palms were in Sean’s pits.  Sean wiggled and squirmed.  It didn’t exactly tickle, but it didn’t exactly not-tickle either.

“Man, I just love how exposed you are.  I could do anything to you right now.  You’re my tickle toy.”

“Oh fuck off…”

Greg grinned.

“Maybe later, but for now let’s see how you react to this…”

Greg didn’t give Sean much of a chance to warm up.  Instead of going slow, he just attacked both armpits at the same time.  He dug his fingers into the exposed flesh, wiggling them in, kneading the sensitive skin.  Sean, unprepared for the assault, immediately began thrashing and laughing.

“F-F-UCK YOU!  ST-O-O-O-PPP!”

“What’s that?  You love it?  You want me to keep going?  Don’t mind if I do!”

Greg attacked the armpits for several minutes, all the while Sean was whipping his head back and forth, trying desperately to free his wrists from the rope.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try, let’s see how you handle this.”

Greg stopped for a moment, and Sean’s entire body went limp.  Huffing and puffing, the tied up boy closed his eyes.  

“This is seriously fucked up Greg…”

Suddenly he felt the strangest sensation.  It was the feeling of something warm and wet in his right armpit.  Instantly he started giggling.

“The hell?!”

Opening his eyes, Sean turned his head to see Greg’s face in his armpit, tongue licking and tasting.  It didn’t tickle as much as the fingers, but it was almost worse.  The feeling was like he was on the edge of something, and he couldn’t tell if he wanted it to get more intense, or stop entirely.

“You’re… hee hee… licking my arm-arm-armpit!?”

“Yeah,” Greg said, “never done it before.  I love the way you’re giggling.”

Greg slithered his tongue around the exposed pit, alternating between using the tip of his tongue to draw patterns and using his whole tongue for broad licks, coating the pit with saliva.

“Time to show the other one some love, too”

Greg switched armpits, licking the left.  His right hand, though, went back into the armpit he’d just been licking.  Slicked as it was with spit, his fingertips slid around with no resistance.  

“FUCK!  NO!  TH-THIS IS N-N-NUTS!”

“Admit it… you fucking love it.”

Greg pressed his face into the pit as he licked, nipping gently now and then.  His other hand continued to tickle the other aggressively.  Sean’s brain was unable to process the sensory overload, so all he could do was laugh, cry, and scream.

Greg tickled Sean for 15 minutes, alternating armpits now and then, enjoying the feeling of Sean bucking and struggling under him.  

“Alright, break time.”

Standing up, Greg stopped tickling and rubbed a hand down Sean’s sweaty chest.

“Fuck… are we done?  Untie me, mother fucker.  I can’t believe you like this shit.”

“Are we done?  Oh no, not at all.  I’m just giving you a minute to breathe.  One minute to be exact.  Starting… now.”

Sean’s eyes went wide as he watched Greg set a timer on his phone.

“No!  This has been enough!  Untie me!  If you’re not going to untie me, at least give me more time!”

“Nope, no more time.  Enjoy this while it lasts!”

Sean cursed and struggled while Greg simply watched the timer countdown.  Sean only stopped fighting when the alarm went off.  He looked up at Greg with wide eyes.

“Please… have mercy…”

Greg smiled and wiggled his fingers.

“Mercy?  Naw, I told you.  I want to fucking break you.  You’ll love it in the end.  Let’s go!”

Starting up at Sean’s neck, tickling fingers moved down Sean's body, exploring each and every single ticklish spot. Nipples, ribs, hips, every part of Sean’s body not covered by his underwear.  Greg managed to find several places that made Sean howl with laughter and jump on the bed. Each time he found one, like the sides of Sean's hips, Greg would stay put and attack them with skilled tickling fingers.

Those hands eventually made it down to the kicking feet.

"No please, stop! Don't tickle my feet! I'll do anything you want, anything!" Sean was out of breath, sweat already dripping from his body.

His pleas went unheard as those tickling fingers attacked the arches of Sean's feet. The tied boy started to howl with laughter, feet kicking back and forth as they tried to escape the ticklish torment.

Greg found a spot on Sean’s right foot, right where the arch met the heel, that drove Sean insane.  He attacked it with vigor, scratching with his nails and pressing his fingers into it like he was pressing a button.  Sean’s feet were ticklish all over, but this spot was absolutely killing him.

"Damn they really are ticklish. I wonder how they taste?"

Greg leaned forward, took one of the kicking ankles firmly in hand, and started flossing his tongue between Sean's toes.

"Mmm... tastes kind of salty..." Greg said.

Sean tried to pull his foot away but Greg was stronger. The feeling of the slimy tongue worming between his toes was insanely ticklish, but there was also something hot about it. His cock started to get hard in his underwear.

Greg finally noticed and pulled his face away from the squirming foot.

"Well well well, looks like someone is finally enjoying this! I need to tongue these toes more often I think.  Let me just go get a few brushes and feathers and I'll be right back!"

Greg left the room to collect his toys, leaving Sean a few moments to relax his sweaty body.

"Fuck... this is going to kill me..."

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