The
Detour
by Wayne
& Christopher
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I was
on my way home from a business meeting in Chicago.
What a long and boring meeting it had been this time around and
all I could think about was getting home to my beautiful fiancée.
My girl's name is Linda and we've been going together now for two
years. I recently asked her to marry me and when I slid the marquis
shaped diamond ring onto her finger she said, "yes" over
and over through her tears of happiness. As I disembarked the plane
I was also thinking how I couldn't wait to get out of this damned
business suit. Some men call it a business suit. I prefer to call
it a monkey suit. I was wearing a dark blue pinstriped Brook Brother's
suit, a white button down shirt with a burgundy silk necktie, black
Bostonian lace-up shoes and thin dark blue TNT sheer nylon socks
on my size eleven feet. Like most guys out there I don't usually
mention the color or style of my socks when describing what I am
wearing, but, gads but, for the purposes of this story my damned
socks are paramount. When Linda gave me the sheer socks as a surprise
gift that night I didn't think for a second the kind of trouble
I would find myself in because of them, more on that soon, I promise.
I'm just your average guy of five feet ten inches tall or so with
blond hair and blue eyes. Granted size eleven feet are kind of big
for a guy who's only five feet eleven but I consider myself blessed
in that area, along with another very special area. I came down
to the baggage area to get my one piece of luggage and saw a driver
holding a sign that read, "Chris's Ride." He wasn't my
usual driver but I did recall seeing him around waiting for other
executives when they had disembarked their planes. He was a striking
man, actually he looked like he'd stepped right out of a GQ magazine.
He was about six feet tall or so with jet-black hair and dark sinister
looking eyes. I could tell from the way he filled out his driver's
uniform that he was more than muscular and I guessed his weight
to be around one hundred and ninety five pounds. I didn't think
that my ride would have been there already but I was so relieved
that he was since I was so drained from the meeting and the flight.
"I'm Chris," I said to him after retrieving my luggage
from the carousel.
He just smiled, shook my hand and said, "You look like you're
ready to sleep for a week. Bad business meeting?"
"Oh I sure am," I said as he took my luggage and we walked
out to where he had a beautiful luxury van waiting. "And yeah,
it was a long and boring meeting."
He placed my luggage in the back of the van then he opened the door
to the back seat area and told me to hop in, to sit back and relax.
"Are you thirsty?" he asked me. "As you can see this
vehicle is equipped with a full mini bar.
"Yes please," I said as he opened a started bottle of
cold seltzer, poured a glass of it and handed it to me.
(A perfect gentleman he was.) It was a weird feeling let me tell
you, that although I'm engaged to a beautiful woman I found the
driver to be strangely attractive. Now I would never say that out
loud but I couldn't help but notice him. As I sat down in the back
seat of the van he said, "Make yourself comfortable,"
so I propped my feet up on the consoles between the front seats.
Gads, it felt so good to relax. I was starting to feel a little
groggy and thought it was just the jet lag. Gads, how wrong I was.
I sipped the seltzer and watched as he hopped into the driver's
seat and said, "Okay, we are out of here." I knew the
trip from the airport to my house was going to be about twenty minutes
so I just laid back to enjoy the ride, but little did I know what
the driver had in store for me. And little did I know the "detour"
my life was about to take.
"Nice socks," he said as he glanced down quickly at my
feet.
"Thanks," I replied sheepishly, thinking what's so good
about these socks.
I mean, I wear them all the time. I have a sock drawer filled with
practically all the same style. I had never before had anyone compliment
me on my damned socks. Suits, ties, even certain shirts I had worn
I had received compliments on, but never my socks. My head was starting
to feel funny by this time and as I sipped down the last of my seltzer
he looked in the rearview mirror and asked, "Are you okay?"
My head was spinning. I felt him start to slide his hand over my
leg just over my shoes and again he said, "Nice socks."
Gads, I had no strength to pull my feet away so I simply said, "Get
your hands off my feet please." I didn't want to be rude but
his handling of my feet was making me uncomfortable. And if he liked
my socks so much I would tell him where he could go to buy them
for himself. But gads, it did feel nice as he moved his hand over
my socked ankle up to my calf.
"Your fiancee must really think you're sexy in these socks
doesn't she?" he asked me.
"Just drive and never mind my fiancee or my socks," I
said sternly, wondering how he knew I had a fiancee.
I didn't recall telling him that I was engaged. I was starting to
get agitated. I mean, what did he need to know for of how my fiancee
feels seeing me in my sheer dress socks? My life is my own. He looked
back again in the rearview mirror and said, "I bet your feet
are nice and sensitive in these socks," and snapped the elastic
in them against my skin. At that point I started to yell at him,
"Get the fuck away from my feet man!!" The next thing
I knew the van was stopped and he was grabbing my ankles. From the
glove compartment he produced a roll of duct tape and secured my
feet together and with one fast swoop he pulled me from the seat,
wedging me down on the floor between the front and back seats. My
feet were up on the console between the front seats and my body
was jammed so tight that I couldn't move.
"Y-you put something in that drink, didn't you?" I asked
him, feeling a tad more than nervous now, looking up stupidly at
my duct taped feet.
It was the only explanation as to why I felt so weak and couldn't
move. Gads, I couldn't get away from him now if I tried, but I had
to do something I thought. All he did was ignore me as I pleaded.
"Now this sure looks more than inviting," he said as he
looked down at my shoes propped up on his console.
My eyes opened wider than ever in fear, seeing him reach over to
the passenger seat and pulling a knife.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" I asked with
tears in my eyes.
All I could think was, "My God, what is happening???"
I watched in out-right horror as he slipped the knife under the
laces of my expensive Bostonian shoes and started cutting my laces
like they were butter.
"Here, let me make you more comfortable," he said sarcastically
as he slipped one of my shoes off my feet. "Whoa, you must
have been in these shoes a long time!"
He put my shoe to my nose and mouth and made me sniff the deep inside
of it. The scent of leather and feet and sock sweat assaulted my
nostrils. I have to admit that the smell was a bit overwhelming,
even a little intoxicating. Now my sheer socked foot was totally
exposed and vulnerable. Holding up one finger he smiled fiendishly
and ran the tip of his finger across my sole. I flinched, trying
to get away from his finger.
"Awwww, what's the matter, are you ticklish?" he asked
me snidely, this time running the tip of his finger slowly across
the bottom of my sheer socked foot, causing me to flinch again.
Gads, I am sooooo ticklish I thought, hoping that he was just being
sarcastic. Thoughts of my fiancee tickling my feet and how much
I hated it ran through my mind. She knows that when she tickles
me she can get her way every time. Before I could even finish that
train of thought though the driver's fingers were running up and
down my sole at what felt like a hundred miles an hour. Fighting
back the laughter was all I could do but the chuckling started anyway.
I wanted to explode when he started in again, saying, "Coochee
Coo, coochee coo as he was tickling my foot. The feeling of him
running his finger over the bottom of my foot was getting me to
laugh enough, but him saying "Coochee Coo" was making
it all the worse.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, heeee, heeee, heeeee,
ssssssttttooooppppp!!!!" I cackled crazily, laughing my laugh
that my fiancee loves so much.
My foot twitched and wiggled, trying to get away from his relentless
fingers. He then cut the laces on my other shoe with his knife and
slipped that shoe off me as well. He reached down, placed my smelly
shoes on my chest and forced me to inhale the scent emanating from
them. Without skipping a beat he started in on my other foot.
"Heeeee, heeeee, heeeeee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!"
I squawked, laughing and crying at the same time and praying all
the while that he would stop.
What a sight my feet were, wedged tight and shoeless between the
console of this guy's van, and me too weak from whatever had been
in that seltzer to move my feet from his grasp. Gads, I was too
weak to even move my arms to try to sit up and defend myself.
"What the fuck is going on!?!" I roared demandingly and
all I heard in response was dead silence, dead silence except for
the sounds of my hyena-like laugh.
All I could think was, "My God, I'm dead, what does he want
with me? My socks of all things seemed to have caused him to go
into a trance of some sort. He stopped tickling me and again drove
the van. I lay there between the seats in silence, not wanting to
distract him from driving, afraid to try to bring attention to myself,
but mostly afraid that he would start in again tickling me. I looked
around as we drove and didn't even recognize where I was at this
point. All I wanted was to go home and sleep and now where the hell
was I? Gads, what was going to happen to me? Fear gripped me like
I was being squeezed motionless. I looked up at my captor in the
rearview mirror. He had the most piercing dark eyes I had ever seen.
Every so often he would look back and just smirk at me, teasing
and tickling my feet as he drove, getting some good loud cackles
and chuckles out of me. We had been traveling a ways and at that
point I had no idea where we were.
"Oh, you are going to do just fine," he would say.
I looked up to the mirror again and he looked at me with such an
intense stare that I could see he was planning something, formulating
what he was going to do with me in his mind.
"Yes, you will do just fine," he said again.
I didn't like the way he would say that or the tone of his voice.
He actually sounded like some sort of deranged or mad scientist.
"Why did I get in this van?" I asked myself.
When I saw that my usual driver wasn't there why didn't I not go
with this guy? Why didn't I heed the warnings of the security chief
where I work where traveling executives and the danger of abduction
were concerned? Because I was tired, because I wanted to get home
to my fiancee and most of all because I was horny, that's why, gads!!
I recalled the security chief telling us how kidnappers impersonated
limo drivers in order to snag traveling executives for ransom from
the companies they worked for. Although in my case I doubted this
guy wanted ransom money in return for me. The way he was tickling
me seemed to confirm that he had other plans for me. I started to
thrash around a little, hoping I could get someone outside the van
to notice my plight, and me but the windows were shut and tinted.
"Now be careful, you don't want to hurt yourself," he
said with an evil grin, giving my socked toes a squeeze.
I didn't stop thrashing however. I knew that someone driving alongside
us would have to notice my feet propped on his console. The front
window wasn't tinted after all he had to see where he was going.
And lets face it, how often does one see a guy driving with another
guy's socked feet propped on his console?
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked him in total fear.
"What the fuck do you want?"
He looked back at me and said, "I've seen you before when you
came back from other business trips and I've seen you sitting in
the airport waiting for your ride. I couldn't help noticing you
in these sheer socks that you wear while you were seated and I always
wondered if you were ticklish."
Gads, all this because he liked my socks??? I have an entire sock
drawer full of them, SHIT!!! I could give them to him if that is
what it would take to make him stop. My fiancee buys me my socks.
Like most girls and most wives she keeps me well supplied in fresh
pairs of socks and underwear. She buys me the sheer socks for a
few reasons. First and foremost she knows that they're my favorites
at this point, second she says that I look real cute in them, and
third, and most important she knows how intense being tickled can
feel while wearing sheers. But gads, it's one thing to have my fiancee
tickling me, but to have this guy who had abducted me right out
of the airport tickling me is a whole other story bud. After a long
while more of driving he brought the van to an abrupt stop. He stepped
out and opened the side door. Reaching down he cuffed my hands behind
me, still with that same evil look in his eyes. It was almost a
playful look actually and I really didn't know what to think about
it, other than the fact that I was in absolute terror when I heard
him say, "Time to begin."
"Time to begin what?" I asked in more than total terror
at that point. "What are you talking about? What do you want
with me?"
By now tears were running freely down my cheeks. Again with that
same response of silence he started to yank me roughly from the
van and to over his shoulder, not letting my socked feet touch the
ground. I could feel his hard muscled body as he effortlessly draped
me over his shoulder and carried me toward the only house I could
see around.
"Put me down!" I demanded angrily, my head dangling near
his tight looking bubble butt. "Get your hands off me you fucking
pervert!!"
I could still barely move, but I could feel that whatever he had
slipped into the seltzer I had drank was starting to wear off, but
gads, I was still going nowhere. All I could do was struggle in
my captor's grasp, trying to wiggle and get away. But even if I
did get out of his grasp where was I to go? I wasn't even sure where
I was and I couldn't walk if he did put me down. As he got me inside
the house he put me down but with my feet still secured with the
duct tape and my hands still cuffed, gads, as I said, I was going
nowhere. I looked around the room and all I saw was a small table
in the shadows with several things lain out on it. A machine or
something was in another corner and a larger table suspended from
the ceiling with three holes in it. As I looked around the room
all I could think was, what was he going to do with me? I wiggled
my toes nervously in my sheer socks.
"Please let me go man," I begged him. "I'll give
you whatever you want, gads, just don't hurt me."
He finally spoke up in a deep voice saying, "I'll get whatever
I want, don't worry."
Then, with fast agility and amazing strength he undid one of the
handcuffs on my wrists, yanked my hands in front of me and quickly
re-locked the cuff around my wrist. My hands were now locked in
front of me. Gads, as he had done that I hadn't even had the strength
to resist him, he was that strong and that fast. Taking me by my
hands he dragged me to the center of the room as I struggled uselessly,
lifting them to the chains suspending the table he locked my hands
into the chains. Gads, I could barely reach the floor.
"Now we can get down to business," he said with the most
evil smile I had ever seen, but yet there was something in his eyes
that was almost hypnotic, so hypnotic that I was actually finding
myself aroused.
He walked over to the table in the shadows and picked up a few items,
looking at them in the way a surgeon would look at his instruments.
I was terrified and aroused all at the same time, being tied up
like this. What the hell were he doing and what the fuck was he
going to do to me? He rolled the table over to me and I still had
no idea what he was doing with all those things. Feathers, brushes,
oil, a pen and the thing that frightened me the most, gads, a large
pair of scissors.
"You look so vulnerable hanging there like that," he said
as he reached up and grabbed my ribs with his fingers.
I tried so hard not to laugh that sweat was forming on my forehead.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" he taunted me.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I cried. "All of
this just because you like my damned socks?? Gads, of all things!
Here, take them, they're yours, please man, just let me go!!"
"Oh, I will have them when I'm done," he said. "But
let you go? Hmmm, I don't think so."
Then he started to laugh.
"I've always wanted to take a young handsome suit guy like
you and have my way with him," he said to me when he'd stopped
laughing. "And when I heard on the dispatch radio that you
were to be picked up from the airport I thought that this was a
perfect time to try for you."
"Fuck man, I will give you whatever you want," I pleaded
incoherently in fear at that point, glancing down at my sheer socked
feet. "Here, take my socks, just let me go. I won't even call
the police or anything, just let me go!"
As we were speaking back and forth he took the scissors from the
table and started cutting away at my suit jacket.
"Oh gads, oh gads, what the fuck?" I garbled. "My
suit, my suit is brand new, what the fuck are you doing man? Do
you know how much this Brooks Brothers suit cost?"
But he ignored me again, giving me the silent treatment as he cut
methodically and slowly. All I could think at that moment was my
goddamned brand new suit and he's cutting it like it was an old
rag. He looked deeply and intently into my eyes as he popped each
button off my shirt slowly, one at a time. Slowly, so fucking slowly
he cut away the rest of my shirt and off went my new tie with it
as well. With his eyes riveted on mine he placed the scissors on
the table next to us. Gads, here I was all chained up and he started
again running his fingers up and down my now naked sides.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha!!!!" I roared in laughter. "Stop that, oh fuck,
stop that!!! I am sooooooo ticklish!!! I can't take it, please doooooon't!!!!"
"Stop?" he asked me, breaking his silence again. "What
do you mean stop? I'm just getting started here."
He reached into my peach fuzzed blond pits with the tips of his
fingers, wiggling them frantically.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Noooooooo, please not
there!!!" I laughed pleadingly, visions of my fiancee tickling
my more than sensitive armpits fleeting through my head. "I
can't take that!!!! Heeeee, heeee, heeeee, heeeeee, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
He was exploring my body with every wiggle of his fingers and it
seemed as if he were taking notes in his mind, memorizing my most
sensitive spots. I couldn't take it but I couldn't help that somehow
it felt good too. . .
He stopped tickling me with his fingertips and my eyes then popped
open wide in terror when I saw him reach into his pants pocket and
he took out an electric high-powered toothbrush.
"Hooooo no, no," I blubbered as he flicked the toothbrush
on to high speed, slowly bringing it toward me.
The bristles on that thing were vibrating at what looked like a
thousand miles per hour. All I could do was watch in total horror
as he moved it toward my armpits. When the bristles were pressed
against one of my pits I nearly went crazy.
"Yaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!" I guffawed. "Ohhhrrrr gads,
ohhhhhh fuucckkkk!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, harrrr, harrrrr,
harrrrrrrr!!!!"
"Hardy fucking har," my captor chuckled and spun the vibrating
toothbrush around and around inside my armpit and then around the
outer edges of it.
I couldn't even stop laughing long enough to catch my breath as
he abandoned my first pit and moved the toothbrush to my other one.
"AYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" I cried out in laughter. "D-do
you always carry a battery-powered toothbrush with you? Ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
"But of course," he replied as he tickle tortured my randy
pit, pressing the vibrating device hard against the inside of my
poor armpit. "One never knows when an opportunity like this
one is going to present itself."
He spent a good twenty to thirty minutes alternating tickling my
armpits with the toothbrush, listening to the music of my laughter
it seemed. When he stopped tickling my armpits I felt a sudden rush
of relief that was short lived. Short lived because the next thing
he did was to start moving that damned toothbrush toward my nipples.
"No, no, not my tits, please, oh please man," I pleaded
to his seemingly deaf ears.
Looking down with an expression of more than dismay etched on my
face I watched as he pressed the vibrating bristles against the
very tip of my left nipple.
"AYYYYYRRRRRR!!!!!" I screamed and felt heat engulfing
my nipple as he swirled the toothbrush over and around it, but really
concentrating mostly on the tip of my poor nub.
"Seems that you have really sensitive tits eh?" he asked
me, smiling meanly and fiendishly, giving my right nipple a squeeze
as he tickle tortured my left one.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed loudly and bucked around as I hung
there feeling totally helpless.
He switched to my right nipple with the toothbrush and as he tickled
that one and listened to me laugh I looked down at my left one.
It looked like it was swollen up to twice its size.
"Ohhhhh my poor tits," I whimpered and laughed at the
same time.
He stopped torturing my nipples with the toothbrush w little while
later and the sound of it being turned off was music to my ears
bud.
"We are going to have lots of fun here today," he said
to me, pocketing the toothbrush.
Before I could catch my breath he went back to work cutting my suit
off me, this time cutting away at my pants. When they were thoroughly
cut down the sides he finally ripped them away, exposing a bulge
in my underpants. I was hoping he wouldn't notice it.
"Awwwwww, you do like this don't you?" he asked, looking
down, holding the shards of my suit pants in his hand.
Gads, I was more than mortified. Here I am engaged to the most beautiful
woman in the world and somehow this handsome psychotic who had abducted
me is arousing me. What would she say? What would she think that
if she saw me now in this more than fucked up position, stripped
to my sheer socks and briefs and all chained up? How would she react
if I told her that some guy had kidnapped me just to use me for
his tickling pleasure and, and because he liked my socks. Looking
at him again I had to admit he was quite stunning, broad shoulders,
muscular arms and a chiseled body that couldn't be beat. All I could
do was stare as he fell to his knees in front of me, looking at
my bulge and gads, sniffing my underpants. I had put on a new pair
of Frederick's of Hollywood black silk bikini briefs this morning
to surprise my girl with. She always said she loves the feel of
silk and I thought for sure how these briefs would drive her crazy
when she saw me in them. My God, of all the twisted turns of events,
because now there was some guy staring at and sniffing them, not
her.
"Oh, now these are nice," he said and started to kiss
my cock through my underpants.
I started to moan, man it felt good. I couldn't believe that he
was really turning me on now. Awwww man, fuck it, I got to admit,
I wanted to shoot a load right then and there, but this was a guy
doing me, how humiliating at the same time!! With his tongue and
teeth he grabbed my silky briefs and slowly dragged them down, looking
up into my eyes the whole time, my eyes that were filled with a
mixture of fear and excitement at the same time. My big rock hard
cock was now standing straight out, dripping big droplets of pre
cum and my peach fuzzed balls hung low and sweaty and smelly in
my sexy sac.
"Here, let me take care of that for you," he chuckled.
Sticking out his tongue he licked the head of my cock, cleaning
off the pre cum. But every time he slurped away my oozing pre cum
more of the good stuff would appear and he would lick that off as
well. Man, I could not believe this that this guy had me wanting
to cum so bad. This was beyond humiliating for a straight guy I
thought. But nevertheless he went on and on licking my pre cum from
the tip of my slit every time it appeared. I was jerked back to
reality quite suddenly when he reached up to my armpits with his
long muscular arms while he was sucking the tip of my cock. His
fingers started moving frantically again against my pits.
"Oh Nooooooooo, pleeeeeeeasseeeee sttttoppppppp Don't dooooooo
that!!!!" I cried out, but actually I wasn't sure if I wanted
to laugh or moan in pleasure at this point.
He wrapped his lips around my cock and I have to admit that that
got me even more excited. His fingers started to travel down my
ribs and each time he touched a new area it would drive me crazy
all over again.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!"
I laughed crazily. "Cooooommmeeee on ssssstttttoooppppp!!!!
I-I can't take this!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!
No more please, nooooo more!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!"
He then returned to one of the worst spots that he could have, my
nipples, wiggling and twirling his fingertips over them, teasing
them, grabbing them, tickling the fuck out of them.
After having tortured them with that damned battery powered toothbrush
my poor nipples were beyond sensitive.
"Noooooooo ohhhhhhhh Gooooodddddd, pleeeeeeaaase, not there,
oh no, no, not there!!!!" I reeled, trying to control my laughter
as he tickled the worst place where he could have gotten me.
He looked up at me with those dark eyes and I felt what was akin
to the most intense desire course through me. God, I must be crazy
I thought he is so fucking attractive! But he's a guy. Gads, what
would my fiancee say? How humiliating, a guy turning me on? He looked
around the small table and reached to grab the oil. He doused my
tickled and now more than sensitive nipples with the oil and I knew
that with the oil on them his fingers were going to slide all the
more. Moments later my fears were confirmed.
"Hee, hee, heee, heeeee, heeeee, heeeee, heeee, hee, hee, hee,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Ohhhhhh God noooo, heeee, heeee, heeee,
heeeee, heeee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, heeeeee!!!!" I laughed
that stupid hyena-sounding laugh of mine.
His fingers were sliding up and down my nipples, fuck, what could
I do but laugh.
"G-get the fuck away from me!!!" I screamed at him. "Get
the fuck away!!!"
Little good that did as he seemed to tickle me more and more the
more I protested. I could feel the oil running down my chest. That
in itself almost tickled the way it trickled slowly over me. It
didn't help that my captor's fingers started following the oil down
my chest, burrowing it into my thighs. Each inch was sheer torture.
Gads, I thought I was going to go insane with his touch. Each second
his hands were on me the closer I felt I was going over the edge.
He slid his fingers over my throbbing cock. Oh please, let me just
shoot my load I thought somewhat incoherently. It ached so bad that
I just had to shoot, but now the fucker wouldn't even touch it.
Gads, first he sucks me up to a rock hard boner, tickles me in the
spots sure to get me all worked up and more than horny and then
he leaves me dripping pre cum, feeling frustrated and angry at the
same time. Fuck, fuck, if my work buddies at the office could see
me now I wondered what they would think. I wondered how they would
feel if some deranged hunk had kidnapped them for their damned dress
socks. God knows that all my office buddies wear dress socks. .
.
I was jarred from my thoughts quite suddenly as my captor then grabbed
my sheer socked feet by the ankles and flipped me over on the suspended
table. THUMP I landed stomach down atop the table. Immediately he
yanked my feet and stretched my legs, fastening them to the table
in a somewhat spread eagle position. Positioning me then to fit
in the three holes on the table. My cock and balls were pulled through
the middle hole on the table and as well my nipples at the other
end of the table were positioned in the other two holes. Gads, I
was a perfect fit. Now what the hell was I in for? Here I am I thought,
spread eagle and face down on a table with my cock, balls and nipples
sticking out on display beneath the table. Reaching down he then
grabbed one of my feet and the brush from the smaller table next
to us. Brush, brush, brush, brushing the bottom of my sheer socked
foot. The way he'd started in on my sheer socked foot made me literally
screech like a little girl.
"Sttttooppppp!!!!!" I cried, as that brush was a killer.
"Heeeee, heeee, heeee, heeee, heeee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!"
I thought for sure that I was going to explode at that point. I
could not believe that this fucker was so into tickling me.
"Get, oh gads, get the fuck away from my feet man!!!"
I managed to yell out. "Haven't you had enough already?"
Back again to the silence. He quickly undid the restraints on my
feet and I could feel him slipping my sheer socks off my feet, the
prizes he'd sought all along. He quickly fastened my now bare feet
back to the table. Turning my head I saw him deposit my socks into
a plastic zip-lock bag. No more, I can't take it I thought miserably
as I saw him now moving that smaller table closer to us. I could
see several feathers.
"Oh my God, what now?" I asked miserably, knowing all
too well at that point why he'd taken my socks off me.
He pulled the first feather between my toes and with a wince I tried
to pull away.
"No, no, you can't get away that easily," he said with
a grin, breaking his silence for the moment.
He then explored the rest of my naked feet with that feather.
"AHHHHHHH, noooooo, he, hee, hee, hee, heeee, heeeee, heeeee,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed uncontrollably.
"Sssssstttttooooppp nottttt thhhhheerrrrreeee!!! PLEEEEAAAASEEEEEEE!!!!!"
After a long while more he finally stopped and walked away. I was
breathless. I thought that finally the ordeal was over and that
he would let me go at this point. My cock throbbed big and hard
pulled through the hole in the center of the table. What the fuck
was going on with that? I must be crazy I thought. For no apparent
reason this handsome guy had kidnapped me and was now tickle torturing
the life out of me and somehow he was quite honestly turning me
on. I can't be gay, I really cannot be. I'm going to be married
soon and this is all insane. Looking at the small table next to
me where he'd placed the plastic zip-lock bag with my socks in them
I thought what a shitty thing that was, to steal a guy's socks,
of all things. . .
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha!!!! Heeeeee, heeee, heeee, heeee, heeeee!!!!" I roared
laughingly as he was back at my feet again with that damned brush
and brushing the bottoms of them, making them twitch in the restraints.
"Just want to have you really worked up for what I'm going
to do to you next Chris," he said to me, calling me by my name
for the first time throughout this whole twisted ordeal.
He stopped brushing my feet and then pulled over the machine that
was in the shadows of the room. I had no idea what it was but I
knew that now I was about to find out. I had never seen anything
like it before that was for sure. There were three protruding feathers
in the top center of the thing. They were in the shape of a triangle
and gads they were rotating. A few feet further down on the thing
were three more feathers and just like the first three they were
rotating as well. All I could do was lay there and watch in horror
as he slid the machine under the table. I realized then that the
feathers matched to the three holes (the two for my nipples and
the other one for my poor cock and balls) in the table. He pushed
a button on the machine and suddenly the feathers moved up higher
and spun faster, spun faster against the very tip of my cock and
over my dangling sexy balls and against the tips of my nipples.
"Heeeee, heeeee, heeeeee, hahahahahhahahahhahahhahahhaaaahhhhhaaaa!!!!!"
I blurted loudly and insanely as the machine under me did its evil
work of tickle torturing the fuck out of me. "AAAAAAARGGGHGHhhhhh
Nooooooooooooooooo Plllleeeeaassseeeee sttttttooopppppp!!!!!"
Now I knew why he had used that electric toothbrush on my nipples
earlier. It was to get them all worked up and beyond sensitive for
the torture he was now dealing them. I twitched and spasmed on that
table like a fish out of water and as that devilish machine was
tickling my nipples, cock and balls he went back down by my feet
and started in on them. He tickled the bottoms of my feet with his
fingertips while the horrid contraption under the table tortured
me like crazy. I couldn't believe how the feathers working on my
cock tickled and felt good at the same time. Never before had my
fiancee tickled me in this type of fashion. Gads, my fiancee I thought
miserably, if she could see her man now. I knew that at any moment
I was going to explode my executive juices. I felt my cock more
than filled up and ready to empty out at any damned second. Amazing
how being tickle tortured did this to me. Just before I was ready
to lose my load he stopped the damned machine by reaching under
the table and obviously flipping an "off" switch on the
thing. The feathers stopped and receded back down into the machine.
"God damn you!!!" I yelled, knowing that he knew now that
I wanted (needed?) to shoot my load. "Gads man, at least let
me shoot!"
He laughed at me and said that if he let me shoot my load he would
set the timer and then flip on the tickle machine again under the
table. Before I could utter a response he squatted at the side of
the table, reached under it and grabbed my throbbing hard manhood.
He started stroking it, making my balls swing back and forth in
my sexy sac at the same time.
"Awwwwwwwhhhhh yes, yes, let me shoot, please let me shoot!!!"
I panted madly, my head raised up off the table, speaking through
trembling lips. "Gads, you got me so horned up that I can't
believe it Mister!!"
"Heh, heh, the name is Wayne," he said to me as he stroked
me faster, using the droplets of my pre cum as a lubricant over
the crown of my manhood.
"W-wish I could say it's a pleasure to meet you Wayne,"
I garbled and then felt it. "But, ohhhhhhhrrrr g-gads, I-I-I'm
goin' to cum man, ohhhhrrrrr you fucking kidnapper, I'm goin' to
cum like goddamned gangbusters!!!!"
He stroked my cock for all he was worth and my head landed back
on the table, as I was totally breathless.
"Ahhhhhhrrrrrrr fuccccckkk Wayne, Wayne," I gasped his
name in the throes of forced ecstasy.
His hand felt like it was moving at more than a hundred miles an
hour over my cock, siphoning every possible drop of the good stuff
from me.
"Ayyyyrrrrrrrr fucker!!!" I seethed through clenched lips,
lifted up my head again and quickly lay it back down.
I could imagine the mess my juices were making under the table as
they splattered all over the floor each time he extracted more of
the creamy stuff from me. When I was done shooting my cock went
semi hard in his hand and he gave it a few last strokes, really
sending chills and thrills through me at that point.
"Ahhhhhrrrrr fuck, man, I'm all sensitive and sexy feeling
down there now Wayne," I gibbered stupidly, sweating like crazy.
"Don't be strokin' my pud right after I've cum."
"I'll say you're sexy," he muttered and I heard the tickle
machine under the table being moved back into place directly under
my cock, balls and nipples.
"Oh no, no, you wouldn't man," I pleaded to his deaf ears.
Then, I heard a click as the machine was turned on and suddenly
my now more than sensitive and sexy parts were being thoroughly
tickled all over again.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Hoooo, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho,
ho!!!!!" I laughed, sounding like Santa Claus in ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhhrrr
no, no man, not after I've just shot a monster-sized load."
"As I said Chris, I'm setting the timer," Wayne said to
me, standing next to the table I was on, holding up a conventional
cooking timer. ". . . to two hours. . . "
"T-two hours????" I squealed. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
I felt the tips of the feathers under the table burrowing their
way into the slit of my cock. I felt the tips of the other feathers
spinning relentlessly against the tips of my nipples. I felt myself
becoming hard again under the table and this bastard was going to
make me wait two damned hours for the next explosion???
"Har, har, har, har, har, har, har, har, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha!!!!!" I laughed insanely. "W-Wayne, t-turn it off,
please man, turn it off!!!!"
"Ah, but we had a deal did we not?" he asked me in a tormenting
tone of voice. "I told you that if I let you shoot a load that
I would set the timer."
"B-but, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! But y-you didn't
say I would have to be tickle tortured for an entire two hours!!!"
I blubbered in between laughing. "Har, har, har, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
"Well, seeing as you're the sexy exec all tied up I would say
it's my prerogative to determine how much tickling you will endure,"
he replied, ruffling my sweat sopped hair. "And after this
two hours is over I'll give you a short break, and then it's on
to another tickle marathon for you, possibly three hours."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha!!!!" I laughed and laughed. "Ohhhhh you fucker!"
Smiling meanly Wayne picked up a feather from the small table next
to me and I craned my head to see what he was planning on using
it for. Gads, when I saw him looking at the crack of my spread ass
I wished I hadn't looked.
"Ohhhhhhh no, no, th-that would be beyond awful Wayne, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!" I gasped.
Then, my eyes crossed in my head and I stared straight ahead in
bewilderment and laughter as the guy slowly inserted the tip of
the feather into my moist and sweaty rancid anus.
"AYYYYYYYRRRRRR HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, no, no, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" was all I could sputter out as the
guy twirled the tip of the feather in my poor anus, tickle torturing
my rosebud. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha!!!!"
As the feathers on the machine under the table rotated at a high
speed against my nipples, balls and cock tip Wayne twirled and spun
the feather tip in my anus, driving me more than nutty with laughter.
I farted loud and smelly a few times, which got my captor laughing
as well and waving his hand around to clear the air. My butt cheeks
twitched atop the table as Wayne managed to get that damned feather
even further inside my hole, spinning it and twirling it as he went.
I bucked madly and simply laughed louder and louder like a damned
out of control hyena. My hands cuffed in front of me on the table
pounded up and down involuntarily.
"W-Wayne, pl-please sssssstttooppppp!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed and when he slowly extracted
the feather from my twitching anal hole I farted loud, sounding
like a buzz saw. "F-fucker!!!"
Smiling meanly he put the feather down next to me, stepped away
from the table and picked up the plastic zip-lock bag containing
my sheer socks. I watched, laughing all the while as the machine
under the table tormented me as Wayne sat down on a nearby chair,
holding my socks in hand like they were his prized possession.
"Wh-what is it about my socks, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, th-that's
got you so enraptured?" I managed to gasp in between bouts
of laughter. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
Without a word the guy opened the zip-lock bag, took out one of
my socks (his socks now) and pressed the toes section of it against
his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply. He seemed to be in a state
of ecstasy as he inhaled the scent emanating from my smelly socks.
One thing my fiancee always complained about was how bad my socks
smelled at the end of the day, even though she thought I looked
really cute in sheers. Gads, when I was a kid in high school I always
wore thick white sweat socks with sneakers. Back then I never entertained
thoughts of wearing dressy sheer socks, but when my girl told me
how cute she thought I would look in them, well, my sock drawer
became a collection of sheers bud.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
I roared, watching as Wayne sniffed and even licked my stolen socks.
"F-fucking pervert, sn-sniffing my rancid socks!!"
By now he had both my socks in his hand and was rubbing the toes
section of them against his face, right under his nose, his tongue
darting in and out of his mouth, stealing tastes of me on my socks.
Watching him, laughing like crazy I felt my cock getting harder
than hard under that damned table he had lying on.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!"
I cackled like a madman. "Th-this is unbelievable man!!! Y-you
got my socks, now, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Now how about
lettin' me go man???"
"Let you go?" Wayne asked me. "But Chris, we're just
getting started here. You can't go until I'm done with you."
"D-done with me? Y-you mean tickling me till I laugh myself
to death?" I managed to sputter out before I was engulfed by
another bout of violent laughter. "Har, har, har, har, har,
har, har, har, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!"
The feeling of the spinning feathers rotating against my wide sexy
slit and over my balls and nipples admittedly was having a hardening
effect on my most private member.
"Ayyyyrrrrrrrr, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, c-can't believe
I'm so fucking worked up again Wayne," I gasped, feeling my
hard cock twitching slowly under the table, pre cum oozing at the
tip of it.
"In need of some relief?" Wayne asked me teasingly, slipping
my stolen socks back into the zip-lock bag and zipping it shut good
and tight. "Mmmmm, need to preserve this great odor of yours.
Now, what were we talking about?"
"W-Wayne, I'm so fucking worked up again under the table!!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!"
"Ah, yes, need to shoot a second load my handsome young executive?"
he asked me and stood up.
He stepped over to the table and picked up the feather.
"Ohhhhhh no, no, Wayne, don't do that man, come on, give a
guy a break here!!!" I roared angrily as the guy again inserted
the tip of the feather into my anal hole, rotating it as he went.
"Ohhhhhrrrrr g-gads, y-you're goin' to have me fartin' and
stinkin' up your place again man!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha!!!! B-bastard!!!"
"Tell me how badly you need to shoot that second load Chris,"
Wayne teased me meanly, spinning and inserting the feather further
into my hole.
"R-real bad man, y-your goddamned tickle feathers under the
table have got me harder than a fucking rock!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!" I railed at him.
"Are you sure it's the feathers that have you so worked up
and not something else?" he asked me, looking directly into
my eyes as I craned my neck around to look at him as he tickle tortured
my butt hole.
I gulped hard and could only laugh in response to his obviously
leading question.
"Does your fiancee get you this worked up Chris?" he asked
me, sliding the feather around and around in my hole.
"O-of course she does, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
I responded. "What do you think, that I'm some kind of faggot
like you? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
"Ah, now we're getting somewhere," Wayne chuckled and
extracted the feather from my hole, getting some honking sounding
farts from me.
"Arrrrrhhhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, th-this
is more than mortifying!!" I gurgled.
I pursed my lips tightly together and squeezed my eyes shut as more
farts erupted from me and I was suddenly seized by another fit of
laughter.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!"
I laughed, my handsome captor watching that, with sadistic looking
satisfaction as his feather machine under the table did it's evil
work, the feather held in his hand.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
I laughed and looked up to see Wayne standing at the head of the
table.
"So many times I saw you sitting there at the airport waiting
for your ride when I had been sent to pick up other passengers,"
he mused, running the tip of the feather over my face, up and down
my cheeks. "So many times seeing you sitting there with your
suit pants hiked up, showing off your sexy sheer socks."
I looked up at him and managed to grimace awkwardly.
"So many times I imagined having you here in this way, so many
times I wondered how you would react to what I'm doing to you right
now," he went on. "Let you go Chris? I think not, no,
not for a while at least. Because as you can see I've waited too
long to put this little plan of mine in motion."
"O-other passengers?" I blurted angrily. "Ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! D-did you kidnap those guys too? Did you
tickle torture them and steal their damned socks??? Ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
"Heh, no, none of them affected me in the way you did,"
he replied, looking around the room he had me trapped in. "You
were the reason I created this whole setup Chris."
He ran the tip of the feather over my face a few more times and
then stepped back to the center of the table. I nearly blanched
and laughed louder and louder as the guy slid the feather into my
anal crevice again. . .
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!"
I laughed insanely, my cock beyond hard and throbbing now under
the table. "W-Wayne pl-please man, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha!!!!!"
"Still want to shoot that pent-up second load of yours Chris?"
Wayne asked me, sliding the feather in and out of my hole, spinning
it in there every few seconds.
Chills and thrills coursed through my very being as I was past being
sensitized at that point. It felt as if every part of my flesh was
alive and tingling.
"I'll allow you to shoot a second load Chris," my captor
said with a grin.
"Th-thank you man, thank you," I managed to grunt.
"After your two hours of being tickled are over," he said
and slid the feather deep inside my hole.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!
ARRRRRRRHHHH no, no man!!!" I cried.
"And you still have just about an hour and a half left to go
my handsome young executive," Wayne chuckled, sounding real
sinister at that point.
"Pl-please man," I panted, tears forming in my eyes at
that point.
As much as I was laughing I have to admit I had never been so scared
in my whole life. . . Admittedly I cried like a baby in between
my bouts of laughter. . . And, and I also should admit that I had
never been so turned on before in my whole life, the hard-on I was
sporting (and that was being tickled) under the table was more than
solid evidence, pardon the pun.
"I'll be back in a while Chris," Wayne said, taking the
feather from my hole and placing it on the table next to the zip-lock
bag that my socks were in. "I need to take care of a few things
in the house."
"No, no, d-don't leave me like this man!!!" I roared at
him, watching helplessly as he walked toward the door of the room.
"I'll bring you something to drink when I return," he
said. "By the time your two hours of tickle torture are over
I'm sure you'll need it."
Smiling, he waved at me in a feminine mannerism and then to my horror
I was all-alone in that room, being tickled and tickled and tickled
by that infernal machine under the table. My butt twitched and I
farted loud and smelly. . . Two hours. . . gads!!!!
Lying there feeling totally helpless, looking at the zip-lock bag
with my socks in it I suddenly started thinking about the day my
fiancee, Linda, had bought me those socks. . .
We had been dating for a good six or seven months when she gave
me the small gift-wrapped box that she had in her night table drawer.
We had just finished having some intense sex and we were lying side
by side on her bed in her one bedroom apartment. Linda is five years
older than I. She has beautiful long and silky brown hair, chestnut
colored eyes and the body of a girl who jogs ten miles everyday,
only because she jogs ten miles everyday.
"Feeling good?" she asked me, laying on her stomach and
looking intently into my eyes in the softly lit bedroom, the light
on her night table and the one on my side of the bed the only lights
on in the room.
"Oh, I'm feeling more than good," I replied with a smile
as she gave one of my erect nipples a slight squeeze.
With my arms folded up behind my head I involuntarily flexed my
biceps and pursed my lips as she'd squeezed my nipple. God knows
my nipples are always sensitive and always erect after sex. Linda
had noticed that early on in our relationship and took full advantage
of it. Every time we were done having sex she loved to tweak and
squeeze my nipples. She said I looked so cute when I grimaced at
her touch.
"I'm feeling great," I said softly as she snuggled next
to me and I slipped a muscular arm around her.
Lying there, both of us naked, our clothes strewn on the floor at
the sides of the bed I gently kissed the top of her head.
"I love you," I whispered and my cock oozed what was left
of my cum, dribbling at the tip.
Every time I told Linda I loved her it seemed to make my cock either
pre cum or ooze more cum even after I'd achieved climax. She just
had the effect on me, what can I say?
"I love you too Chris," she replied and slid out from
under my arm. "I have a present for you."
"A present?" I asked her in reply as she reached over
to the drawer in her night table and took out a small gift wrapped
box. "But there's no occasion right now."
"So?" she asked me, holding out the box as I sat up on
the bed. "We need an occasion to give a gift? It's something
I saw and something that I've been thinking about for some time
now. And I think we know each other well enough at this point to
venture into some slightly kinky territory."
"Kinky territory huh?" I asked, holding up the box and
shaking it, trying to determine from the sound inside it what it
was.
Whatever was in the box sounded soft. That's the only way I could
explain the sound it made.
"Open it Chris," Linda said with a grin.
"Sure thing," I said, leaning forward and kissing her
on the lips before I got to the task of tearing into the navy blue
wrapping paper.
She watched as I unwrapped the small box and then took the lid off
it. With a smile of confusion etched on my face I took from the
box one of three pairs of sheer calf length socks. The pair I was
holding up was navy blue and ribbed. They are also the pair I was
wearing when Wayne kidnapped me, the pair he now owns. The other
two pairs were black and burgundy colored.
"Socks?" I asked her.
"Not just any socks, sheer socks," Linda said as I dangled
the socks by their tops in front of my face.
"Yeah, so I see, sheers," I said, still not understanding.
"You uh, don't like the socks I wear?"
"Well, like most guys out there you wear your socks till they're
nearly decomposed," she said with a grin. "And I figured
you could use some new pairs and a new style."
"I do not wear my socks till they're decomposed," I said
with a sly grin, still holding the sheer navy blues in my hand.
I didn't want to admit that as soon as I had those socks in hand
I felt more than a stirring in my cock. For some reason I knew I
would be raring to go again very soon.
"Oh no?" Linda asked, reached down to the floor and picked
up one of the cotton black socks I had worn with my suit that day
to work.
Holding up my black sock she indicated the stretched material, the
tear in the heel section and the hole where my big toe would be.
"See?" she asked me. "Decomfuckingposed!"
We both laughed.
"Okay thanks, I guess I did need some new socks at that,"
I said. "But sheers? Gads, they look so frilly and feminine.
And how are sheer socks going to take us into some kinky territory?"
"Put them on and I'll show you," Linda said.
"Put them on?" I asked her. "Now?"
"Yeah, now," she said.
"But my feet are all moist and smelly from wearing my other
socks all day, the ones that you called decomposed," I said,
sounding confused.
"Put them on," Linda repeated. "You're in for a treat."
"Okay babe, whatever turns you on," I said and leaned
forward, rolling one sock first over my left foot and up to my calf
followed by the other one.
Linda watched intently as I worked the socks onto my sweaty, moist
and smelly feet.
"Gads, I can smell my foot stink right through these things,"
I said with a grin, snapping the elastic against my calf. "But
they do look kind of good on me don't you think?"
"Better than good," Linda said, running a hand over the
tops of my feet and up to my calves. "They feel great too.
I don't think you know it Chris, but you have very sexy feet. They're
beautifully shaped and these socks really show the outline of them
very vividly, not to mention very erotically."
"So now what?" I asked, not having mentioned the fact
that my cock was again hard as a rock and as I said I was raring
to go a second time.
"Now, lean back and grab the headboard at the sides,"
Linda instructed me. "And spread your legs out."
Looking at her with that uncertainty showing in my eyes I did as
she said stretched myself out on my back and reached back to grab
the sides of the headboard. My cock sticking straight up, twitching
surely was a sight to behold. I was now stretched out in a spread
eagle type of position and I have to admit I saw that Linda was
looking at me adoringly.
"Okay, now no matter what, don't let go," Linda said and
trailed the tip of one of her long fingernails against the bottom
of my right sheer socked foot.
"H-hey, th-that tickles!!" I suddenly blurted as she held
me by the ankle and tickled the bottom of my foot. "Ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha!!!!"
"Hold still," Linda said and trailed her fingernail harder
against the bottom of my foot.
"Wh-what are you doing babe?" I chuckled. "Ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! Oh gads, y-you're tickling
me. . . ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!"
"And look at the effect it's having on you," Linda said
with a smile, indicating my pre cum dripping hard-on.
I wasn't so sure that Linda tickling me was what was making me so
hard. I was hard as a rock the second I touched those sheer socks.
Now, wearing them, looking down at my big meaty feet in them and
being tickled by the woman I loved was making me harder it seemed
and not to mention how she had talked about my "sexy feet."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I laughed
louder, holding onto the headboard real tight as Linda tickled and
tickled my foot, my cock twitching and my armpits sweating like
crazy. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! C-c'mon
babe, wh-what's the point of this?"
She quickly abandoned my right foot and moved over to my left foot.
"This one just as ticklish?" she asked me, grabbed me
by the ankle and began tickle torturing the bottom of my left foot.
"OOOOOOO woooo yes, yes, it is, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I replied a fit of laughter seeming to
engulf me.
Even though I wasn't tied to that headboard and even though I could
have stopped her at any moment I didn't. There was something so
hot about the whole situation, wearing nothing but a pair of sheer
socks, spread out like a Thanksgiving turkey, being tickled and
harder than ever before all at the same time.
"Wait'll you see what I'm going to do after I'm done tickling
you Chris," Linda said teasingly, looking hungrily at my cock.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" I
laughed, realizing what a lucky guy I was.
A while later Linda stopped tickling my feet and I was sitting propped
up against the headboard as she lay between my legs sucking my big
hard member. I was in a state of sweaty ecstasy to put it plainly.
Every part of me was alive and tingling from having been tickled.
Now, as Linda sucked me every part of me was more than alive. As
Linda sucked me slowly, fast and then slowly again she ran her hands
over and over my sheer socked feet, which were propped, at her sides.
Gads, what was it about me wearing those sheers that so drove her
crazy? Gads, gads, and more importantly, what was it about them
that so enticed Wayne to fucking kidnap my sorry and handsome ass???
Suddenly, I was jolted back to the present as Wayne came back into
the room and juiced up the power on the machine under the table.
I had lost all track of time at that point and I didn't know how
long I had been alone in the room, alone with my thoughts of Linda.
Now those rotating feathers felt like they were spinning at more
than a hundred miles per hour.
"L-Linda, st-stop tickling me!!!" I suddenly blurted loudly
as Wayne stood next to me, watching as I suffered in the throes
of being tickle tortured.
"Were you far away and thinking about her just then?"
Wayne asked me, ruffling my sweat-sopped hair. "When I came
back in here you didn't even seem to notice me. You sure were laughing
doubly loud though my young handsome executive."
"Y-you bastard!!!" I roared. "Wh-what is it that
you and that fiancee of mine find so exciting about tickle torturing
the fuck outa me?? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha!!!!! Ohhhhhrrrrrrr Gods almighty Wayne, turn the machine off,
please turn it off!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!"
I could actually feel the tip of the feather burrowing it's way
into my wide sexy piss slit, as if it had a mind of it's own. I
thought for sure that I would go crazier than crazy at any second.
I pounded my cuffed wrists on the tabletop.
"Turn it off?" Wayne asked me. "But Chris, you still
have an hour to go."
"F-fuck man, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha!!!!" I laughed. "Th-this is really some fucked up shit
here!!!"
My hard cock was twitching like mad under the table as those feathers
did their diabolical work. My juice filled balls ached with the
need to shoot that second load but I dared not ask Wayne to jack
me off just yet. Fuck it all, I still had another hour of tickle
torture to endure. . .
I squeezed my eyes shut and grimaced miserably, laughing like crazy
as the feathers tickled my nipple tips, really sending chills and
thrills through me at that point, mostly because my poor nipples
were feeling pretty sore and numb at that point...
"Ohhhhhhhh God, gads, I-I'm cumming babe!!!" I gasped
in ecstasy, my mind returning to the night of sheer sock passion
with Linda.
She squeezed one of my propped feet beside her real tight and sucked
me down deeper into her mouth as I shot a whopper of a load.
"Ohhhhhrrrrr yeah, oh God!!!" I grunted in ecstasy, my
head thrown back against the headboard.
It was the first time Linda had ever scoffed down my load and I
have to admit that I was shocked and ecstatic at the same time.
She gave my sensitive balls a few squeezes, getting the last of
my good stuff to spurt from me. When I was done she looked up at
me in that way that could always melt my heart.
"Guess what I want to do to you now," she said with a
grin and squeezed my socked feet.
"Oh no," I whimpered breathlessly.
Without a word, it was as if I could read her mind I lay back on
the bed and grabbed the sides of the headboard. Linda took my right
foot in hand at the ankle and began again trailing her fingernail
along the bottom of it, up and down.
"Damn Chris, your feet really do stink through these sheers
that I gave you," Linda said with a giggle.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Y-yeah, I wonder
why," I replied, laughing as well. "Gads, wonder how many
of my office buddies have their girlfriends buy them sheer socks
and tickle torture them."
"Only the lucky ones," Linda said and smiled at my semi
hardness. "It's the silky material that the socks are made
out of that make you that much more sensitive while being tickled.
Somehow she knew that I would be hard again in no time. . .
Finally, oh gads finally, my two hours of tickle torture were over.
Or should I say my first two hours of tickle torture were over.
I was never so happy as when Wayne squatted under the table I was
lashed to, turned off the tickle machine and pushed it away from
my exposed nipples, cock and balls. The feeling of the feathers
coming out of my piss slit sent a shiver through me. I glanced at
that zip-lock bag that my socks were in and my harder than hard
cock twitched under the table.
"Thirsty?" Wayne asked me, holding up a bottle of mineral
water.
"Yeah, I sure am, but is that the same spiked shit you gave
me to drink when I got in your van back at the airport?" I
replied despondently.
"Heh, that's for me to know and for you to find out my handsome
executive," Wayne said, taking the cap off the bottle.
Fuck, seeing as he wanted to tickle torture me some more I knew
he wouldn't want me listless and sleepy. No, no way that was the
stuff he gave me to drink back at the airport. Gads, back at the
airport. It seemed like forever since my capture at the hands of
this lunatic. I lifted my head up as far as possible and Wayne held
the tip of the bottle to my quivering lips, his other hand on the
back of my sweat-sopped neck.
"Down the hatch," he said, inserting the tip of the bottle
into my mouth.
After the first sip I realized how truly thirsty I was. With my
eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy I slurped from that bottle like a
nursing baby. Gads, I was more than thirsty. I guess being tickle
tortured for two hours straight really can have that effect on a
guy. When half the bottle of water was gone I began to feel a strange
stirring in my cock. It was more than the twitching I usually feel
when I'm really hard and worked up. The stirring sensation turned
into a chill that moved through my cock and into my balls.
"More?" Wayne asked me, holding up the now half full bottle
of water. (Was it water?)
I caught my breath and looked up at him.
"Yes please, I'm still thirsty," I stupidly replied and
he eagerly slipped the bottle tip back between my lips.
This time as I drank the chilling sensation was suddenly in my very
erect, very hard and very tickled and sore nipples. The way my cock,
balls and nipples were hanging down through the holes in the table
I was on made them all that much more sensitive for some reason.
When there was just a drop of the water left Wayne took the bottle
from my mouth and holding it up smiled meanly down at me.
"Ohhhhhhhh g-gads," I mumbled as my entire body broke
out in goose bumps.
I could feel massive droplets of pre cum oozing from my wide piss
slit at that point and I swear to God man, my balls were feeling
as if they were twice their size in my sexy sac.
"W-Wayne," I said softly.
"How are you feeling now?" Wayne asked me, putting the
bottle down on the small table next to me.
"I-I'm not sure man," I replied, squeezing my eyes shut
and opening them wide, looking up at him with uncertainty showing
in my _expression. "Wh-what was in that water you just gave
me?"
"It's a very powerful, very potent aphrodisiac from the orient,"
Wayne explained. "It contains potent vitamins and a mixture
of herbs with just a dash of Viagra thrown in, hee, hee. The doctor
who gave me the stuff said that a teaspoon of the stuff in a bottle
of water is enough to keep a man overly horny and hard for hours.
The bottle of water you just drank contained many teaspoons of the
stuff."
I gulped hard and my cock oozed more pre cum, my poor balls and
nipples churning like crazy.
"Ohhhhrrrrrr g-gads man, y-you sick fuck," I blurted angrily.
"Wh-what are you doin' to me here??? Shit, I feel sleazier
than a whore does on a hot Saturday night when business is slow.
Sh-shit man, y-you got to jack me off now!!!"
"Oh, I think that can wait for a while Chris," Wayne said
teasingly. "After all you're not going anywhere any time soon."
"B-but, you said," I pleaded.
"You're the one stripped and tied up Chris," Wayne reminded
me. "And speaking of stripped and tied up I want to hear about
how your pretty fiancee tickle tortures you."
"N-no man, don't bring her into this, please," I panted
every part of my body feeling more than alive at that point.
"Well, seeing as she was heavy on your mind just a little while
ago I don't see how it's I who's bringing her into this," Wayne
said. "Now, to avoid being tickle tortured for a little while
more tell me about one of the times she tickle tortured you."
I looked up at him miserably.
Does she tie you up for it?" he asked me.
"O-one time she did," I replied, seeing no way out of
this.
"Ah, then you must tell," Wayne said eagerly.
I took a deep breath, my skin crawling and began. . .
"I was staying at her apartment again, as we were seeing each
other more and more often it seemed that I was there most of the
time," I said to Wayne, doing my best to control the quivering
in my voice. "Like other times when we had just finished having
some intense sex we were lying side by side on her big queen-sized
bed. She was totally naked and I was wearing a pair of black ribbed
sheer socks, actually they were the socks I had worn to work with
my suit that day. At that point in our relationship I was wearing
sheers mostly every day with my suits. The only times I didn't wear
sheers was on the weekends. But even on the weekends when we had
sex Linda wanted me wearing sheers. She insisted how they made my
feet look so much cuter, so much sexier and so much more vulnerable
for her tickling pleasures."
As I spoke Wayne sat on the chair near the table I was on and once
again had taken my socks from the zip-lock bag he had them in. As
I spoke he held my socks to his nose and mouth and inhaled deeply
my rancid foot scent.
"Man, I have a whole sock drawer filled with sheers at this
point," I said to Linda as we lay there side by side catching
our breath, basking in the afterglow as it's sometimes called.
"Heh, I wonder why," Linda giggled. "Seeing as I
buy you a few pairs every payday. Now, for tonight I want us to
try something new and even kinkier."
"Wow, even kinkier than me wearing sheer socks?" I laughingly
replied, hoisting one of my feet off the bed and looking down at
it, wiggling my toes.
"She wanted to tie you up," Wayne said, looking at me
while holding my stolen socks in hand.
"Yeah, that she did," I said to him. "When she took
the rope from under the bed I nearly grabbed my suit and ran. But
when she looked at me so seductively I knew I couldn't deny her."
Wayne put my socks back in the zip-lock bag, stood up and walked
to the end of the table where my cuffed hands rested, my arms stretched
out in front of me.
"She tied me to the headboard at the wrists in a spread-eagle
position and as she tied me I knew I was in for some devilish tickle
torture," I said. "Fuck man, I was dreading it and loving
the feeling all at the same time. How fucked up is that?"
"About the same as what you're enduring here," Wayne said
with a grin and in what seemed like the bat of an eye he produced
a long length of rope from under the table and quickly bound my
cuffed wrists to the tabletop.
"H-hey, what are you up to now man?" I blurted at my captor.
"Why are you tyin' my wrists down to the table? They're already
cuffed and you've got my feet restrained too!!"
"I'm about to grant your wish, you're about to have an explosion
like no other before in your young life my handsome executive,"
Wayne said, tying my wrists down good and tight. "I don't want
you thrashing around at all once I get started on you. It's going
to be an explosion the likes of which your fiancee could never wrest
from you, no matter how much she tickle tortures you."'
Without another word I watched as Wayne smeared some lubricant on
his hands and fingers and then squatted down under the table I was
atop of. I took a few deep breaths of anticipation and then felt
a hand close around my erect shaft.
"OOOOOOOOO. . . " I swooned, my head bobbing up off the
table involuntarily. "OOOOO God. . . "
Then, Wayne under the table and stroking my massive erection slowly,
so slowly at first that it made my eyes cross in my head.
"Huhhhhhhhhh!!!" I gasped and lay my head back down.
I wanted to tell the guy to stroke me faster, but I was afraid that
if I said a word he would suddenly stop working his hand magic on
me. My body broke out in massive goose bumps as the guy stroked
me a tad faster. I felt totally enslaved and in Wayne's power at
that moment. Gads, with the position I was in how else could I possibly
feel. The lubricant on his hand and fingers seemed to be getting
warmer as he stroked me faster. I guessed that it was one of those
lubricants that heats up when it makes contact with human flesh.
Suddenly I was breathless as I felt the guy's tongue swirling over
my sweaty juicy balls and he stroked me faster still.
"Ohhhhhhrrrrr gads," I muttered, looking at the plastic
zip lock with my socks in it. "Fucking guy, stole my damned
socks right off my feet. . . "
Then, as he stroked me faster and tighter, the sounds of squishing
filling my ears from under the table and as he licked and slurped
my balls I felt the impending gusher starting. My balls seemed to
spasm in my sexy sac and then my head popped up off the table like
a jack-in-the-box totally out of control.
"Ohhhhhrrrrr fucccckkkkk man, th-this is it you damned kidnapper!!!"
I roared mightily.
My eyes again crossed in my head and seemed to roll back when I
felt Wayne's lips encircle my shaft. He slurped my hardness deep
into his mouth and I have to say it felt better than Linda's pussy.
He started sucking me hard.
"Ohhhhhhrrrrrrrrr shiiiiittttt man, th-that damned Spanish
fly you made me drink is working it's magic now you fucker!!!"
I grunted and then the room was spinning as I shot a load like no
other before in my life. "AYYYYYYYYRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!"
It seemed to go on and on as Wayne sucked and suckled my spurting
cock, draining my balls of my creamy juices, scoffing down my mess.
"Ohhhhhhhh f-fucking p-perv, eating my damned mess!!! N-never
had some guy sucking my meat stick before, gads!!!" I seethed
in a mixture of ecstasy and revulsion.
When I was done it seemed like more than a few minutes later. .
. God, it seemed like I had been shooting that load forever, longest
one of my life bud. I felt my cock slip semi hard from Wayne's mouth.
I could feel the last remnants of my sexy mess dribbling from my
well-sucked member. I lay there catching my breath, but as soon
as I was again breathing normally Wayne said that it was time to
resume the business at hand. My feeling of ecstasy quickly turned
to one of misery when I heard the tickle machine being moved back
into place under the table.
"Ohhhh no, no, no more tickling me man," I pleaded to
Wayne's ignoring ears.
Standing up straight again he looked at me quite quizzically, seeming
to mull over my desperate plea.
"Hmmmm, perhaps there is a way you can avoid being tickled
again so soon after shooting your load," my captor said fiendishly,
rubbing the bulge he was now sporting in the crotch of his uniform
pants.
"Yes, yes, whatever it is, just so I won't be tickled,"
I blubbered, not knowing what the hell he had in mind for me now.
Smiling, he again took my sheer socks out of the zip lock bag, but
this time instead of sniffing them himself he pressed them against
my nose and mouth.
"Take a good and long whiff of those socks of yours Chris,"
Wayne said, pressing them harder against my nose and mouth. "Smell
yourself on those socks and see what it does to me."
I did as he said and saw that with his other hand he was still rubbing
the bulge in his uniform trousers.
"G-gads, I suppose that tickle torturing me really got you
all worked up huh man?" I asked him with a sneer. "Fucking
perv, what're you going to do with that damned hard on huh?"
"Oh my tied up executive, it looks like I have to teach you
everything," Wayne said, his words suddenly taking away my
sarcastic attitude.
He slid my socks back into the zip lock bag and I watched as he
pulled down the zipper on his pants. I gulped hard as he propped
himself at the head of the table I was on, his long legs dangling
off the sides of it, his huge meat stick staring me in the face.
I stole a glance down at one of his dangling feet and knew what
I would see, that he was wearing (black) sheer socks with his uniform.
"W-Wayne, no, no man, I'm no faggot," I panted, my lips
grazing the tip of his big cock as it oozed pre cum.
"Okay then, then it's back to being tickled," Wayne said
and as he was about to climb off the table I hastily slurped his
muscle pipe into my mouth, tightening my lips on it as he had done
with mine.
Sitting across my restrained arms the guy moaned in sudden ecstasy
as I slurped and sucked his cock for all I was worth. Under the
table my cock twitched long and hard as I tasted Wayne's pre cum
as it slid down my throat.
"ohhhhhhhhh," Wayne groaned happily, tweaking his nipples
under his dress shirt and I bobbed my head up and down, my eyes
squeezed shut real tight as I suckled his cock. "Getting close
already my handsome executive."
He grabbed the zip lock bag with my socks in it, took the socks
out and pressed them against his nose and mouth as he erupted, jamming
his cock still further down in my craw.
"Ohhhhhhrrrr yeah, fucking A!!!" my captor grunted as
he spewed his mess in my mouth and down my throat.
I found myself sucking him more and more heartily as he seemed to
cum and cum. . .
When he was done he slowly let his semi hardness slip from my mouth,
sliding my socks back into the zip lock bag again.
"G-guess you drank some of the Spanish fly too eh?" I
asked him, looking up at him as he climbed down off the table. "You
sure shot a big load."
His only reply was to ruffle my hair and then squat down under the
table. He clicked the feather machine back on again. . .
"No, no, ohhhhhhhhh fuck, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha!!!!!" I again laughed raucously. "W-Wayne, you said
that if I sucked cock you wouldn't tickle me anymore!!! Oh gads
man!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! I even swallowed your damned mess
man!! Ohhhhrrrr fuckkkk, bein' tickled all over again!!"
"I said that you could avoid being tickled again so soon,"
Wayne said, correcting me, packing himself back into his uniform
pants as he spoke. "Besides, who's tied up here? I'm the one
in charge Chris. . . "
We looked into each other's eyes (adoringly) for a long moment.
. .
"Three hours Chris," Wayne reminded me as the tickle machine
did it's work. "Three long hours this time."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
I guffawed as my more than sensitive cock and balls were again being
tickle tortured along with my poor sore nipples. "Ohhhhhh no,
no, y-you have got to be kidding me man!!!"
My mouth grimaced into the shape of an "O" when I felt
the rotating feathers burrowing into my wide sexy slit. My tied
down wrists spasmed under the ropes and I felt myself getting harder
than hard again.
"ohhhhhhh my poor cock," I muttered.
"Don't you mean your poor feet?" Wayne asked me, holding
up the pen that had been on the small table.
"Oh God no, no, what now man?" I asked. "Ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
Wayne stepped to the foot of the table and I more than howled as
he began writing my name on the bottom of one of my feet, followed
by the words "Loves Linda."
"Harrrrrr, harrrrrrrrr, harrrrrrrrr!!!!" I roared crazily
as the feathers under the table tickled me and Wayne wrote on the
bottoms of my feet my name and Linda's.
"Now you know why I had to have you so thoroughly restrained,"
Wayne said to me and moved his pen slowly over the bottom of my
other foot. "Chris loves Linda. . . "
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!"
was all I could say to that.
"Does Chris love Wayne as well?" my captor asked me and
I felt the beginning of a "W" being written on my heel.
"Th-that's some line of shit!" I managed to say angrily
as I felt Wayne's name being etched onto my heel. "HA, HA,
HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!!!!"
My restrained feet twitched uncontrollably as they were written
on, the sharp tip of the pen tickling them horribly. I felt the
words "Wayne loves Chris" being written onto my heel,
just under where he had written my name and Linda's.
"F-fucker!!!!" I yelled laughingly. "HARRRRRRRR,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
On my other heel I felt the words "Chris loves tickle torture"
being written.
"OHHHHHHHHRRRRR, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!"
was all I could say at that point.
Wayne then moved to the side of the table and wrote on the arches
of my feet next. That more than sent me soaring away in laughter
let me tell you. I couldn't even concentrate hard enough to figure
out the words he was etching onto my arches. I only knew that I
was laughing more than uncontrollably at that point. The tips of
the feathers tickling my cock had again burrowed themselves into
my wide sexy slit. As they spun and spun in there my poor cock grew
painfully hard. . . again. Obviously the aphrodisiac that Wayne
had given me was still working it's evil magic. Shooting my load
earlier hadn't been enough to sate me it seemed. . .
When Wayne stopped writing on my feet my head seemed to spin away
and all I heard after that was the sound of insane and lunatic laughter,
my own insane and lunatic laughter. I could have sworn that at one
point I shot another load under the table gads, but I wasn't sure
of anything though anymore. I also think that Wayne left me alone
again for a while, while his evil feather machine did its notorious
work on me. The next sound that I heard was Wayne's voice telling
me that my three hours were up. The feather machine under the table
was clicked off and I felt the restraints on my feet being undone.
"You did very well," I heard my captor's voice saying
to me in a sort of echo sounding tone.
As he undid the restraints on my feet I laughed and cackled uncontrollably,
even though I was no longer being tickled at that point.
"Hmmm, seems like I've caused you to become over sensitized
my young handsome executive," Wayne said with a chuckle.
Gads, every time he called me his young handsome executive my cock
twitched. He then untied the ropes holding my cuffed wrists to the
table and lifted me gently from the tabletop. I screamed with laughter
as he hoisted me from under my arms and to my feet. Then, holding
me by my upper arms with my head thrown back and my chest jutting
out Wayne slowly walked me away from the table. My nipples had been
torched up to the size of two bullets on my chest and I swear that
if anyone had squeezed 'em at that moment I would have shot a load
like crazy, I was that horny, that worked up. I was a sweaty and
exhausted mess at that point and my cock was again hard as a fucking
rock. God almighty, what had this fucker done to me? I glanced back
at the zip lock bag that my socks were in and laughed stupidly,
wondering how I was going to tell Linda that the socks she had given
me had been stolen and right off my feet at that. . .
Again my head seemed to spin away and I passed out, fell into a
super strong stupor is more like it. . .
"Ooops," I heard Wayne say in a caring tone as he caught
me before I hit the floor, caught me and scooped me up into his
strong arms.
At that point the world went totally dark. . .
When I opened my eyes I was more than astonished and out rightly
shocked to find myself of all places, back at the airport. I woke
up in the seating area where passengers await their ride from the
airport.
"Wh-what the hell?" I murmured, rubbing the sleep from
my eyes as I woke up. "I-I'm at the airport. . . "
Looking around I saw two young girls sitting across from me. They
looked to be in their mid twenties or so. They seemed to be drinking
in the sight of me. I nervously reached for my tie and straightened
it. My tie, my tie??? Looking down quickly at myself I saw that
I was wearing my suit. Relief like never before enveloped me. My
suit hadn't been cut up like some old rag! It had all been a dream.
As I realized that I smiled from ear to ear and the young girls
sitting across from me really drank in the sight of me then. I got
to my feet, saw my one piece of luggage at my feet and quickly picked
it up, looking around for my ride, my real ride. . .
I walked away from the seating area looking for my usual driver
who would be holding up the sign that read, "Chris's Ride."
No doubt I hadn't seen him earlier and sat down to wait and fell
asleep and had a bad fucking dream. As I was thinking this I saw
an average built guy of about five feet nine inches tall holding
up a sign that read, "Chris's Ride." He was nothing like
Wayne from in my dream but he was my driver, my driver. I didn't
know his name, only that he had picked me up from the airport numerous
times and driven me home. I knew that I could trust him. I dashed
over to him with my hand held out.
"Well now, there you are," he said to me with a smile.
"I almost gave up on you young man."
"Glad you didn't," I said happily as he shook my hand.
"I fell asleep in the seating area."
"Ah, long and boring business meeting I would guess,"
the forty to forty five year old driver said to me, almost the same
thing that Wayne had said to me in my dream.
He let go of my hand as I looked at him nervously for a moment.
"Uh, where's the car?" I asked him. "I really am
anxious to get home."
"Right this way," the driver said, leading the way to
the main parking lot. "Would you like me to take your luggage
for you?"
"No thanks, I'm fine," I replied as we apprached a regal
looking dark colored Cadillac.
I deposited my luggage in the trunk and sat down in the plush and
comfortable back seat. The driver closed the door and climbed into
the front seat.
"If you would care for a drink or something there's a full
wet mini bar back there," the driver said, glancing at me in
the rearview mirror. "Although from all the times you've been
in my car I'm sure you know that already young man."
"Uh, no thanks," I said, looking at his eyes in the rearview
mirror, then my mouth dropped open in more than shock when I saw
what was hanging from his mirror.
"H-holy fuck, my sheers, my sheer socks!!!!" I ranted
when I saw them hanging from the rearview mirror.
I quickly looked down at my feet and saw that my socks weren't on
them. I was wearing my shoes, but no socks!!! That was probably
why those two girls inside the airport were smiling so slyly at
me. They probably thought that I looked real silly and cute at the
same time without any socks on my feet.
"H-how the hell did you get my damned socks?" I asked
the driver angrily realizing that the suit I was wearing was one
of he suits that had been in my luggage. "Oh shit, holy fucking
shit, it wasn't a dream after all. . . "
I quickly reached for the door handle but to my horror saw no door
handle. I was locked in. . .
"Shit, let me out of here man!!" I seethed, prepared to
jump over into the front seat and exit the car that way if need
be.
But it was at that moment that the clear partition was raised between
the driver and I.
"What are you doing?" I ranted, clasping my fingers around
the partition as it was raised, but it was controlled electronically
and I couldn't hold it down.
I was forced to let go of it as it reached the top, lest my fingers
get sliced off.
"Shit!!! Shit!!!" I screeched and flopped back in the
back seat.
I quickly sat up and pounded on the thick plastic partition. The
car started moving slowly.
"Where are you taking me man?" I roared, pounding on the
partition with the palms of my trembling hands. "Oh gads, ohhhhhhrrr
fuck, I'm bein' kidnapped all over again!!"
I saw my driver press a button on his console and suddenly I smelled
something real funny.
"Wh-what is that?" I gasped, trying to hold my breath
as I felt myself suddenly getting woozy.
I fell back into the back seat of the car and looked out the window
as we exited the airport parking lot. The two girls from inside
the airport were looking at me adoringly. . .
"Ohhhhhh, my poor feet," I whispered, knowing what I was
to be in for all over again.
Then, as the car headed for the highway I took one last look at
my sheer socks hanging from the rearview mirror and the world went
black. . .
The
End??????
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