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Punished
Skatepunk Pt. 1
by Tickle90Toes
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It
was the fall, and since I had not gone swimming much anyway I had
drained my pool in my backyard. I had a 3 bedroom house in the S.F.
area that I had decided to sell. A week later I awoke Sunday morning,
and going to the backyard I saw that someone had spray-painted graffiti
in my pool I was pissed especially since I was going to show it
that afternoon. Needless to say the graffiti did not help sell my
house.
That night upon returning home at 11:00pm, walking up the driveway,
I heard something in the backyard going through the side gate to
investigate I saw a youth, no older than nineteen, riding his skateboard
in my pool and there was new graffiti as well. His head was shaved
on the sides, and he had short blond dreads on top. His young tight
body looked hot in his baggy shorts. And a couple homemade tattoos
stuck out from his wifebeater. As I approached him quietly I got
a look at his cute young face his ears were both pierced as well
as his eyebrow.
As he came up the side of the pool on his board he saw me startled
he fell. Being to cool for pads as he landed he was knocked out.
I ran close to check on him. With my luck not only did he cost me
the sale of my house but I would also get sued.
As I checked him out I saw he was basically all right just unconscious.
He was so cute and had such a smooth body. And such a little bad
boy I figured he deserved to be punished. Throwing him over my shoulder
I carried this young fantasy made flesh up to my room and dropped
him on my bed. He was about 5'10" and even though hard body
his frame was small. I lifted his legs up after removing his shorts
and placed his big feet in the holes at the top of the bed. Even
though he was small, his shoes were so big at least a size 11 1/2.
So I figured his growth spurt started from the ground up. But anyway
the foot board of my bed frame had post and holes at the top so
I raised his feet about 2' and put them through the holes and tied
them from both sides so he would not be able to move them. I moved
up the bed to the top and must say after removing his wifebeater
saw how smooth and soft he was I was excited. Pulling him tight
I secured his wrists.
Looking at my plaything I looked at his homemade tattoos including
his girlfriend’s name. I wondered if maybe this girl had found
out the answer to my question if I could make this skater beg and
quiver.
The only hair was a couple of patches under his arms. And for the
last touch a blindfold to keep him in the dark. Next I returned
to the foot of the bed and started to unlace his airwalkers. I always
loved this part. I felt like a kid at Christmas opening a present.
And I was doubly excited since it was such a big present. Slowly
I unlaced both shoes and then slid both off. The smell of young
feet filled the room. His feet formed so well in his damp socks
. . . so well I could tell that he, like a Greek god, had a second
toe that was a little longer then his plump big toe. Also the way
the socks pressed to those high arches.
I brought my face to those sock-clad feet of the unconscious skatepunk.
I was lost in a collection of senses the smell of socked feet released
freshly from the recently removed shoes. The warm wet feel of the
wet damp socks on my face and the fleshy softness of those sock
clad meaty feet. As I rubbed my face on his foot his foot jerked.
I kept my face on one foot and started to rub my hand on the other
foot. Again his feet stirred this time he mumbled something and
awoke. Dazed he tried to move it took a couple of minutes to released
his predicament when he awoke. I moved back to add to the feeling
of isolation. Once he had assessed his position he started to yell.
"Let me go. What's going on. HELP!!! HELP!!! Is anybody there?"
Then he shut up to listen for a responds. Unfortunately it came
in a way he wasn't expecting. I reached up and started to remove
his socks. As my finger touched his foot he tried to pull away and
screamed.
"Stop that you fucking freak!! What are you doing!! Get away
now. What's up man !!!My god help me please somebody help me!! CALL
THE COPS SOMEBODY HELP!!!!!"
I knew that I had to tell him that there was no way I was going
to take advantage of him sexually, nor had I taken advantage of
him while he’d been unconscious, but my mind was on other
things. I mean, my arousal was off the charts! He still had no idea
what levels I was going to take him. after removing both socks I
stepped back and looked at those feet. My god those feet were so
big for his body. Flexing and straining against his bounds. His
long toes scrunched showing creases the likes of which I had never
seen. His soft pink heels so fleshy. I thought of the hours or days
these were going to belong to me. Standing back I realized I had
crossed a line which would change me forever. As he kept yelling
in confusion I approached his head and in a soft voice said.
"Shhh . . . young man I have a few questions I want answered".
He said in a scared voice. "What are you going to do to me?
Please don't hurt me."
I put my finger to his lips and said. "I won't. But the questions
first. What's your name?"
"Marcus."
I replied. "Marcus how old are you?"
He told me his age.
"And last... are you very ticklish?"
He paused and said in a confused voice. "Come again? What did
you say?"
I lowered my voice and said in his ear "Ticklish. Are you ticklish?
You see from now on you are going to be my tickle toy. I am going
to tickle every part of your body; your young armpits, your tender
belly and ribs, and my favorite---those feet of yours. I am going
to ravage them with brushes, feathers, fingers and my mouth. I may
never stop you will laugh and scream in a quivering mess. From now
on YOU'RE MINE."
As I spoke he started to freak out whimpering and pleading for me
not to do this to him. Then I backed away to let him think about
his fate. Then I added to the psychological part of his torture
I put a tickling video on the TV I had bought. So the only thing
he could hear was the sound of pleads and laughter from another
tickle victim.
I left the room to let him ponder his fate. From another room I
could hear him calling out for mercy.
I reveled in his fear of the inevitable. At about 5:30 am I reentered
the room carrying an electric tooth brush I placed it in between
his plump big toe and long 2nd toe and turned it on TICKLE TORTUE
at its best a startled scream and instant laughter the games begun.
The sound of laughter felled the room, music to my ears. the creases
on his fleshy feet were so hot As those big feet tried to evade
the toothbrush. I traveled from toe to toe as he scrunched them
in a desperate attempt to stop the tickling. His whole body shook
in torture. I had never seen such a ticklish lad. And in-between
gasps for air his pleads:
"HELP!!!HA HA HA HEE HEE NOOOOOHAHANOOOO!!!PLEEEEZE STOOOOOPIT
HAHA HEEE WWAAAA MERCYEEEEEEGOOOOD MERCEEEEEE!!!!HEEELP IIIILLLL
DIEEEEEHEEEHAAOHHHHMY!!!"
But I didn't stop all I did was speed up my attack on the balls
of his pink soft skater soles hitting the spot where those long
toes attached to the balls of his feet up and down those high arches
. . . from ball to tender heel up the inside arch then down that
long side from little toe to heel then I repeated the same process
on the other foot. After about 1hour I thought I should give him
a break. I didn't want to break my new toy. As I removed the tickle
devise from his foot. He slumped down in a red sweaty mess. Still
laughing he thanked me for stopping. I walked up to his head and
whispered in his ear again
"This is only a taste of your new life so get prepared."
As he started to cry and beg for mercy. "Please let me go I
won't tell anybody . . . I promise! Please leave my feet alone."
Again I whispered for him not to worry. And that next time it wouldn't
be his feet. Putting in another tickle video the laughs and cries
of another tickle victim again filled the room.
I'll visit again soon. the end for now
coming soon: THE SKATER HANGS TEN
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