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tickle-minion · 6 months ago

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His Sister's Boyfriend

Do you like stories where feet are forced into a submissive's face by a cocky dominant man? Do you like some degredation, name calling, and forced foot worship? Then you might like this story. Absolutely NSFW.

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Nash wasn't expecting a knock at his apartment door this late at night. The 21 year old student lived with his sister, but with her being out of town for the weekend Nash couldn't imagine who was at the door.

The knock at the door turned into a firm pound, causing Nash to jump to his feet. Peeking through the peephole Nash saw his sister's boyfriend, Ben, on the other side of the door. He had the most intense look on his face.

Nash unlocked the door and opened it about halfway.

"Hey Ben, Stephanie isn't home yet. She's not coming back till Monday."

Ben grabbed the door and ripped it open, shoving Nash aside and forcing his way into the apartment.

"I know she's away, I'm not stupid. Besides, she isn't the one I'm here to see... fag."

Nash froze at the doorway. He was gay, but no one in his conservative Christian family knew. He was saving money by living with his sister in hopes of affording his own place and moving away somewhere he could be himself. How the hell would Ben know?

"I'm... I'm not gay. I... I think you should l-leave."

"Oh, I'm not leaving until you and I have a little chat, and some fun." Ben's tone of voice was playful, but the look in his eyes was entirely different. It was a mixture of pissed and horny.

Ben took a few threatening steps towards Nash, coming close enough that he put his hand on his girlfriend's little brother's shoulder.

"I know you took my gym socks. I fucking saw you reach into my bag, pull out my sweaty nasty socks, and fucking smell them. What kind of sick fag does that?"

"Whoa, Ben, I don't know what you think you saw..."

"Oh, I know what I saw. I saw you creaming your fucking pants over my socks. Absolutely disgusting," a vicious smile spread across his face, "and I got the whole thing on camera."

Nash went pale. It was true, he'd taken Ben's socks. His sister's boyfriend was just so hot, and what little he'd seen of Ben's feet he'd loved.

Ben squeezed Nash's shoulder and started to push the smaller man towards his sister's bedroom.

"You and I are going to have some fun now, fag."

Stepping into the bedroom, Ben pushed Nash down on his knees at the foot of his sister's bed. Nash didn't fight back, he just hung his head in shame and tried not to look up at Ben's face. The boy felt like he was close to tears.

Ben was busy. He started stripping off his clothing, throwing them at Nash like he was a laundry basket. Wearing just his underwear, Ben got up on the bed and settled down.

"You know I fuck your sister in this bed? I pound her pussy and really go to town. Now you and I are going to have a good time, got it?" Ben laughed and peeled off his socks, throwing them in Nash's face. Despite the situation, smelling that familiar sexy smell instantly got Nash hard. His face burned with shame.

"You're going to suck these toes, got it? You're going to worship my feet like the little fag you are. Paint my fucking feet with your tongue."

With that Ben laid on his back and shoved his feet in Nash's face. The smell was strong, much stronger than the socks Ben had stolen, Ben must have gone to the gym today. Most people would probably say the feet stank, but to Nash they smelled exciting, masculine, and sexy.

"Look, Ben..." Nash tried to plead, but Ben slapped him in the face with one of his soles.

"Did I say you could talk, fag? No. You put that mouth of yours to work."

There was no way out, Nash had to do what Ben told him to do. Opening his mouth wide, Nash took one of Ben's big toes into his mouth and wrapped his lips around it. Nash was surprised by the salty taste. He had always known he loved men's feet, but this was the first time he'd ever had a pair in his face.

Ben shoved again, grinding his meaty soles into Nash's face. Nash felt ashamed with how amazing this was. He rubbed his face into those soles, inhaling the scent of them. He opened his mouth and licked from heel to toes, leisurely dragging his tongue.

"Oh fuck, that's right fag. Keep going, lick my feet."

Nash looked up briefly and saw an obvious erection in Ben's underwear. It was hot as fuck. This was his sister's boyfriend, someone Nash had drooled over the moment the pair had started dating... and here Nash was licking his gorgeous feet.

Puckering up, Nash moved up and down both feet kissing and pressing his face into them. They were so soft and smelled so good, Nash could feel himself developing a wet spot in his pants where he was starting to leak pre-cum.

Taking one of the feet in his hands, Nash brought the top of Ben's foot up to his face. He started kissing the tops of Ben's toes, feeling the light wispy hairs tickling his lips. He kissed the tips of the toes and wormed his tongue between them. Nash was lost to the world and the only thing that mattered were these feet.

Ben watched Nash lick his feet and toes. It was a rush to have this kind of power over someone who was so submissive. It was turning him on in ways he really didn't expect.

"Alright fag, good enough. I want your pants and underwear off, now."

Nash stopped what he was doing and looked up at Ben.

"What? Why?"

"With your sister out of town I haven't been able to fuck. Have to say, I love the idea of fucking Stephanie's little brother in the same bed I fuck her."

"Ben... no.. please..."

"You don't get your ass up here and I'm sharing the video of you sniffing my socks with your sister."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh I fucking would. Now get your ass up here and let's find out who's tighter, you or your sister."

Nash just couldn’t say no. And honestly, did he really want to? He was still a virgin, and the thought of losing his virginity to a man as powerful as Ben. It sent shivers down his spine.

Standing up, his lips feeling tingly and swollen from worshiping Ben’s feet, Nash started shedding his clothes and climbed onto the bed. His face blushed beet red when his solid, dripping erection was exposed. His body was betraying just how much he was enjoying this so far.

“Alright, good boy. Keep following orders and I promise not to be too rough. Maybe. Now get on all fours and put that ass in the air.”

What could he do? Nash followed orders. All his mind could think as he felt Ben slip a finger into him was that if he listened, if he behaved, if he did as he was told, maybe he would get those feet in his face again.

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tickle-minion · 6 months ago

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I think this might actually be me!

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This lee’s laugh keeps getting better.

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tickle-minion · 6 months ago

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Commissions?

Question for the peanut gallery that reads my stories.

Would you commission a story from me? Do you enjoy the stories enough to think "Hey, I wouldn't mind a personalized story written by this guy."

I'm thinking of maybe starting to offer commission work on stories, but I don't know if my writing skill is there yet.

Feel free to respond here or send me a DM if you have an opinion :)

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tickle-minion · 6 months ago

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Beach Feet Tickling

There's a woman in the picture, but this is an M/M tickling story. Just a guy being tickled by another guy very publicly on the beach. Tickled until he promises something. Will he give in? Guess you'll have to read to find out!

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“Can you move at all?” Sandra asked, leaning on Keith. As much as he tried to move his body, he was really buried. He struggled and strained, squirming his exposed toes as though trying to grab onto something. Nothing worked.

“Nope, can’t move. I��m stuck here at your mercy,” he mockingly pouted to Sandra, giving her puppy dog eyes. “Got a kiss in there for a trapped man on the beach?” Keith had been trying to get with Sandra for weeks now. Maybe this was finally the moment.

Sandra laughed, tapping Keith on the nose.

“Sorry, all out of kisses. But I do have a surprise for you.”

Sandra stood up and waved her arms, trying to signal someone who was at the other end of the beach. Keith strained his neck but couldn’t see what Sandra was doing. From this angle he was getting a really good view up her swim top, so he wasn’t complaining.

A few moments later a guy came up to the two of them. He looked kind of familiar, and he was looking at Keith with a strange look on his face.

“You might remember my friend Grant. I think I introduced you two at that party last weekend. Since then, poor Grant can’t seem to get you out of his head. So... we hatched this little plan...” Sandra said, brushing the sand off of herself and packing up her things.

“Wait, wait. What the fuck is happening,” Keith asked, eyes bouncing from Grant to Sandra. “What little plan are you talking about, where are you going?”

Grant knelt down in front of Keith’s feet and seemed to be staring at them. He started digging them out of the sand until Keith’s entire sandy sole was exposed.

“Well, Grant here is my oldest and best friend in the entire world. I would do anything for this guy. He thought you were hot as hell and wanted a chance to... play with you. Since you seemed into me I figured it wouldn’t be that hard to get you stuck like this.”

Grant started brushing the sand off of Keith’s exposed soles. Keith giggled and tried to wiggle his feet away... but it was no use.

“Hey, cut that shit out!”

Grant grinned up at his best friend. “Oh shit, he’s really ticklish. This is great.”

Keith stopped struggling for a minute and looked up at Sandra.

“Oh shit, he’s not going to tickle me, is he?”

Sandra finished packing up her stuff and lowered her sunglasses over her eyes.

“He sure is. Going to tickle you till you agree to whatever he wants to let you go. Have fun boys!”

Sandra walked off, leaving Keith in the sand, and Grant grinning ear to ear.

“Listen, dude, you let me out and... hee hee... let me out and... hee hee hee.. FUCK. Cut that out!”

Grant was already dragging a single finger up and down Keith’s exposed and sandy sole.

“Better calm down there bud, you can’t move and I am going to totally wreck your feet.”

Keith couldn’t do anything. With Grant starting to tickle up and down his soles, Keith let his head roll back as he started to giggle.

“No common, there’s got to be something you want!” Keith managed to say between breaths.

Grant was flossing his index finger between Keith’s toes, tickling the sensitive skin that no one had ever touched before now.

“There’s two things I like in this world. One is tickling feet, the other is sucking dick. You agree to come into the bathroom with me and let me suck your dick, then I’ll stop tickling your feet and dig you out. How does that sound?”

Keith was unable to hide the look of disgust on his face.

“No fucking way. Fuck off. Dig me out!”

Grant gave a ‘tsk tsk tsk’ sound.

“Such language. I guess we keep tickling!”

While most of Grant’s touches had been soft and gentle so far, playtime was over. He brought one hand to each foot and attacked without mercy. Starting down at the still slightly buried heels, Grant started assaulting the sensitive sandy skin with his nails. Keith started to laugh again, kicking his feet as best as he could.

“F-Fuck O-O-Oofffff!” he bellowed. This didn’t just tickle, it was embarrassing. This was so public. There were people everywhere, and some were starting to pay attention to what was happening. Keith watched as people walked back, laughing and smirking at his situation. He tried his best to glare at them, but he couldn’t stop laughing.

“Oh I will once. Once you promise I get that dick.”

“Never!”

“Alright. It’s your feet, dude.”

The fingers moved up to Keith’s shapely arch. The fingers dug in, hungrily squirming into the sensitive flesh. Keith howled, whipping his head back and forth, straining his entire body to try and break free from his sandy prison.

“Hey mister, whatcha doing?”

Grant and Keith both froze as a boy, sand bucket in hand, stood by watching them.

“Kid, get… your parents. Please…” Keith managed to huff.

Grant smiled at the kid.

“Don’t worry, we’re just playing. He likes when I tickle his feet.”

Grant’s eyes went to the kid’s bucket, and he saw something of interest.

“Hey kid, what’s that?”

The kid pulled a plastic toy out of his bucket.

“It’s a sand rake. But it isn’t very good.”

Grant looked at the three plastic prongs, each ending at a point, and got a devilish idea.

“If it’s not good, could I have it? Maybe I can use it to dig out my friend here.”

Keith’s eyes went wide when he saw the rake, and he instantly knew what Grant had planned.

“No no no kid. Please, don’t give it to him!”

The kid looked between Grant and Keith, shrugged, and handed Grant the small plastic rake.

“Here you go mister. Have fun,” and the kid ran off to join his friends.

“Ah, we’re alone again…” Grant said with a grin.

“No please, leave me alone. Just leave me alone, please!”

“No can do. Promise you’ll let me suck your dick and then I’ll dig you out.”

“Never, you sick fuck!”

“Alright. Just remember, I gave you a choice.”

Grabbing the big toe on Keith’s right foot, Grant pulled it back to hold the foot in place and expose the stretched sole.

“I think this will be fun,” Grant said with a smirk, bringing the rake to Keith’s sole.

“Oh no please, this will kill me!”

Grant didn’t answer. Instead he brought the tips of the rake to Keith’s heel and in one quick motion raked up to his toes. Keith jumped in the sand, but the weight of it kept him stuck. He tried to pull his foot away but there was nothing he could do except bark out a laugh.

“Fuck! N-no!”

“Oh yes!”

Toe still firmly held, Grant did it again. And again. And again. Each time he pressed harder and moved quicker. The time between each stroke became smaller. Eventually he was moving the rake across Keith’s exposed sole at a brisk rate.

“NO PLEASE! STOP!”

Keith was in hysterics. This was the most intense thing he’d ever experienced. No one had ever touched his feet before, let alone tickle them. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, making trails in the sand that stuck to his face. His face burned bright red: one part from the laughter, one part from embarrassment from being tickled in public. People were noticing and he could see other beach goers watching. Some were smiling, some were laughing, some were pointing, some were trying to pretend like they weren’t staring, and the absolute worst of all…. Some were recording.

Grant switched back and forth between one foot and the other. Once one was starting to become less sensitive, he would grab the toes of the other and attack the sole. He kept it going, back and forth, back and forth, keeping Keith in absolute hysterics and agony.

“Alright! AAAALL RIGHT! I-I-I’ll do iiiiiiit!”

The tickling stopped.

“You’ll do what, cutie?”

Keith huffed, sweaty hair hanging over his forehead.

“I’ll… god…,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I’ll let you suck my dick…”

Grant smiled in victory.

“Glad you came to your senses! What about me though?”

Keith blinked tears out of his eyes and looked up at Grant in confusion.

“What do you mean you? I’m already letting you suck my dick. What else do you want!?”

“Well, I need to get off too. How about a handjob after I finish you off?”

Keith shook his head back and forth and started yelling.

“Absolutely not! I’m not gay! Fucking let me go!”

Grant gave a playful frown.

“I guess we will go back to tickling then.”

“NO WAIT”

Grant brought the toy rake back to Keith’s feet. He had unburied them enough that he was able to hold both big toes at the same time and rake across both sandy soles simultaneously.

This was the worst, and Keith was unable to escape it. He didn’t just laugh. He was screaming and blubbering at the same time. He couldn’t even keep his eyes open to look around and see what sort of attention they were attracting. He could hear people laughing though. Laughing at him.

“Please.. PLEASE! STOOOOP!” He screamed.

“You know when this stops cutie. It stops when you agree.”

Keith couldn’t take it anymore. It felt like he had fire ants crawling all over his soles. He could feel the sand sticking to his sweaty body. He was broken.

“FIINE! Stop, fine! I’ll j-j-jerk you off. I swear. I’ll gi-gi-give you a handjob! FUCK! I’ll FUCKING suck you off RIGHT NOW if you stop RIGHT NOWWW! PLEEEEEASE!”

The tickling stopped.

“Hmm, good boy. I accept. Let’s get you out and cleaned up then, hmm?”

Grant brushed the sand off of Keith’s soles, earning a yip and a jump from the buried man.

“Still sensitive huh? That’s so cute.”

Grant spent the next while digging Keith out of his prison. Keith for his part did nothing. He just lay there, head rolled back, breathing heavily while he waited for the tingling sensation in his feet to stop.

Once he was unburied Grant gave Keith a hand and pulled him from the sandy pit.

“Alright, let’s go find ourselves a private bathroom and have some fun.”

Grant took Keith by the hand and started leading him across the beach towards the washrooms.

Keith could have run at any moment, but his body and mind were completely broken. He felt like he was moving on auto-pilot. He just wanted to get this over with and get back home. Even walking on the sand was enough to get a giggle or two out of Keith’s hyper sensitive soles.

After checking to make sure that the washroom he found was empty, Grant pulled Keith into one of the stalls.

“I’ve changed my mind, cutie. You get me off first, and then I’ll return the favour. So get down on your knees.”

With a sigh, Keith sank down to his knees.

After all. He was a man of his word. He always kept his promises.

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tickle-minion · 7 months ago

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Taken in the park

Old caption story that got removed by tumblr for tumblr reasons. Contains some light kidnapping and maybe a spot of worshiping passed out feet.

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"So that's it? I just got to let you take a few pictures of my feet and you give me 100 bucks? Are you serious?"

This sounded too good to be true to Thomas. He'd been relaxing in the park, minding his own business, when he saw this man checking him out from across the field. The guy was cute enough, maybe a little bit older than the guys Thomas normally went out with, but still cute.

"That's it. Just pose on the grass, let me take a few pictures, and I'll give you 100 dollars. Everyone wins here, right?"

Thomas thought it over, looking at his toes as he wiggled them in the grass. He didn’t get what people saw in feet. They were just kind of there, sort of weird looking, maybe a little bit smelly, so what was the attraction? Thomas had never had someone pay attention to his feet before so he wasn’t too sure how to react.

"You're one of those pervy guys who is into feet, aren't you?"

The man smiled, "Something like that yeah.

"Sure, you take your pictures. They're not going to end up on Facebook or anything, are they?"

The man gave a bit of a chuckle and waved the concerns away.

"Oh no, these will be for... private consumption only"

That was sort of gross, but Thomas didn't need to think about this anymore. It was a no-brainer deal. He was already enjoying his day at the park, so if he could make some easy money just letting some guy have a few pictures for what Thomas guessed was his personal spank bank, so be it.

With a shrug Thomas decided he was going to let this guy take his pictures and stuck one barefoot out. The man quickly pulled out his camera and started taking pictures of Thomas and his feet. Suddenly feeling very self conscious, Thomas looked around the park to see if anyone was watching what was happening. Luckily, it looked like he and this foot pervert guy had the park entirely to themselves. He wondered though what it would look like if someone saw them. Would it be obvious this was about his feet? Might it look like he was just modeling?

"Now how about you put your feet up in the air? I want to see those soles."

He wanted to see the soles of Thomas’s feet? This guy must really be into feet. Thomas leaned back and raised his legs in the air, giving the man with the camera perfect access to the bottoms of his feet.

"God... they look so good. They look soft and smooth... are they ticklish?"

Talking wasn't part of the deal, and Thomas didn't really feel comfortable talking about his feet in public with a man he'd only known for a few minutes. Taking pictures in silence was one thing, talking about his feet with a guy who clearly wanted to get his hands on them was another. There were limits to how much Thomas was willing to humor this foot fetishist.

"Um, I guess so. I haven't been tickled since I was little".

Looking a little disappointed, the man continued to snap picture after picture of Thomas and his feet, directing the barefoot boy in poses that best showed off his beautiful feet. But the longer this went on, the less comfortable Thomas was becoming. Deciding that this guy had enough pictures of his feet, Thomas shifted so he was sitting in the grass cross legged, hiding his feet away.

"Look, dude, you have lots of pictures now. Think I can get my hundred bucks?"

Turning off the camera and putting it away, the man offered a friendly smile and nodded.

"Yeah, for sure, kid. You've more than earned it."

The man started rummaging around in his pockets. First he slid his hands into his front pockets but came up with nothing. Not finding what he was looking for in his front pockets he brought his hands around and started exploring his back pockets. A look of confusion crossed his face as he pulled his empty hands out.

"Uh, I seem to have left my wallet in my car. I'm parked just over there," he motioned to a van parked by the edge of the park. "I can just run to my van, grab my wallet, and come back. It’ll only take a minute or two."

Thomas wasn't about to let this man out of his sight. After all, he’d earned his 100 bucks and he wasn't about to let this guy just drive away without paying him. He wasn’t going to be a fetish model for this guy without getting paid.

"If it's all the same to you, I'll walk with you. Not that I don't trust you, but you understand, right?"

The man grinned and winked.

"Yeah kid, no problem."

Thomas stood up and started following the man to his car. The guy looked over, saw that Thomas was walking through the park still barefoot, and grinned.

"I think I left my wallet just in the back here," the man said, opening up the back of his van. Thomas watched him, mindlessly rolling some pebbles around with his toes.

"Hey, what's that over there?" the man said suddenly, pointing back at the park. His voice was sharp and alert, startling Thomas.

"What's what?" Thomas asked, looking back to the park to see what was happening. That's when he felt someone grab him from behind and shove something over his mouth. He was lifted up in the air so that just the tips of his toes were touching the ground.

Thomas tried to scream and fight, but whatever was being held over his mouth and nose was making him sleepy. Slowly the will to fight left his body and Thomas was hanging limp in the man's arms.

In a moment of panic, the man darted his head back and forth to make sure no one had just witnessed what he'd done to Thomas. No one was around... it seemed he was in the clear.

Lifting Thomas's passed out body into the back of his van, the man stopped to admire the passed out feet in front of him. He climbed into the back of the van, closing the door behind him, and in the privacy of his van he lifted one of Thomas's bare feet up to his face. Burying his nose in Thomas's toes he inhaled... the foot smelled clean: hint of summer sweat and the freshness of cut grass.

“Mmm, smells so good. I wonder if they taste as good as they smell.”

Opening his mouth wide, the man took three of Thomas’s passed out toes into his mouth at one. Closing his own eyes, he rolled his tongue between each toe, tasting as he went. The toes twitched in his mouth, giving the man hope that this boy was indeed ticklish. After taking a moment to chew those three toes, he takes his mouth off of them and brings his tongue down to the sleeping young man’s heel. With one broad lick, his tongue traveled from heel, up his sole, over his arch, and up to the tip of Thomas’s big toe.

“Oh kid, you’re going to be so much fun,” the man says to himself, his voice husky with desire.

In a matter of minutes Thomas was securely tied in the back of the van, hands cuffed behind his back and delicious ankles tied together.

"Time to get my new toy home and see if he is ticklish..." the man said, climbing into the front seat and driving away from the park.

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