Ryan¹s Temp
by Covertmon

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This is dedicated to Ryan. I hope he has a good laugh reading this :) 

It was a bright and early Monday morning as Ryan made his way to the office. Mondays aren’t exactly the best days in a month but Ryan was mellow. Today was the day he would be in interviews all day looking for a new temporary assistant. He had asked the temp agency to look for a person who would be able to handle a lot of paperwork and organize all his meetings and appointments. He had already prepped himself to meet a few loafers, weirdo’s and the odd idiot. But hey, he lived in Florida where the sun was known to shine. 

Ryan got himself settled into his office with a cup of coffee and looked over some résumés waiting for the first temp to walk in. It was a fairly hot day so Ryan was dressed in a grey suit, white shirt and silver tie with brown shoes and cream dress socks. As he sipped his coffee his secretary beeped him to tell him the first of the temps had arrived. 

“ Thanks, show em in about every fifteen minutes.” Ryan sat back in his chair and waited for the door to open. After about five minutes a slim guy walked in.

“ Hi. My names Max Lowe, I'm here for the temp position.” Max eased his way to the front of the desk and sat in the small arm chair in front of Ryan. Max was a young guy of about 23 years with brown hair and eyes. He looked like he used to be an athlete. However he also looked nervous but had a warm smile. Ryan immediately had a good idea about him.

“ Hey. I’m Ryan and pleased to meet you.” The two men shook hands and Ryan continued the interview with a friendly smile on his face.

The interview progressed well. Max turned out to be studying Law part time and was trying to get work experience as a temp for different companies. He also owned an apartment not to far from here and said he wouldn’t mind a small salary and long hours. 

After the interview Ryan gave him another firm handshake and said he would call a bit later to tell him if he got the job or not.

Max stood up and began to leave before he stopped and looked worried. Ryan saw the expression and asked if anything was the matter.

“ Well, I don’t know if this is a problem…but I’m gay.” Ryan looked a little shocked. This guy looked straight as arrow in his black pants, white shirt and docks.

“ That’s okay.” He said “as long as you can do the job it shouldn’t be a problem.” Ryan gave him a supportive pat on the back and watched as Max left.

Ryan didn’t mind the fact that Max was gay. He himself was straight but had encountered the gay world posing on the “myfriendsfeet” website a few times. It didn’t bother him. 

The day dragged on slowly and out of about nine interviews Max was still the most prosperous looking temp. Ryan left his office and that night called Max to tell him he got the job. Max of course was ecstatic.  

AS luck would have it the very next week only days after Max joined, Ryan’s company landed a very large client. Max and Ryan worked solidly for about a week filing, going to meetings, planning and executing everything. After all the work was done Ryan looked up at the clock on his wall and noticed the time on the Friday night. It was already eleven a clock at night. Ryan was happy it was finally over. He and Max had been working like dogs. Ryan carried on double checking all the figures and contracts and eventually fell asleep at about two in the morning on the sofa in his office. 

Max had been working the long hours however for another reason. He had no idea Ryan was a foot model until he was browsing the internet one night. Max had a foot and tickling fetish and was amazed to find his new boss on the best site on the net. Ever since that day he started working he would secretly fawn over his boss every chance he could. He dreamed of one day being able to caress and tickle the cute blond mans feet, rumored to be super ticklish.  

Max came into work on the Saturday morning planning to do all the work Ryan had already done the previous night. Ryan was still asleep in his office.

Max unlocked the office door and found his desire asleep on the sofa. Not wanting to lose his job Max just closed the door and did his work outside. Max tried to concentrate but knowing that Ryan was alone with him in the building that day and asleep was driving him crazy. At about twelve in the afternoon Max decide to be daring. 

Ryan woke up groggily. He yawned and gave a stretch only to find tension on his arms. Ryan slowly opened his eyes and let them adjust. What he saw shocked him.

“ Hey what’s going on” he shouted and tried to sit up using his arms. In front of him his legs were bound at the ankles to the steel arm of the sofa. However his arms were bound behind his head with his elbows and writs tied together. Ryan’s jacket was removed along with his tie which was on the floor beside the couch. Ryan looked around the room. The clock showed the time was now seven in the evening. Ryan tried to get loose but the bonds were strong. Ryan was interrupted by the door opening and Max walking in with one of the office stools. 

“ Max! Did you do this? Untie me now…do you hear me….?” Ryan yelled at max but Max merely positioned the chair at the end of the sofa in front of Ryan’s feet. Ryan however stopped yelling when Max pulled out a feather and hairbrush and sat down.

Ryan had seen the look on Max’s face before. He saw it on the face of Cat and jack before they started tickling him.

“ Max….please don’t. I’m way too ticklish. Please Max lets talk about this” Max looked up and smiled with the same smile he used in the interview.

“ Ryan… you can handle it.” Was all Max said. Ryan started to plead with him as Max removed his leather shoes and revealed his black socks.

“ Max…please don’t tickle me. I can’t take it. Please…no, not my feet.

Max slowly undid the laces and gingerly slipped the shoes off one by one. He looked like a child opening up a birthday gift. He couldn’t wait to hear Ryan’s hearty laugh fill the room. Ryan pulled at his bonds again. He tried using all his strength but Max had done a good job securing him to the sofa. He couldn’t move his arms at all and knew that when Max was done with his sensitive feet, his ticklish pits would be next. 

Ryan remembered the time Cat and Jack had tickled him. He had just finished a day at work and thought there was not much to a little tickling. He remembered feeling helpless as Jack toyed with him by tickling his socked feet. Ryan remembered most of all the hysterics they put him in when he was tag teamed. Max settled a digital camera on a tripod in front of the action before returning to his prize.

“ I hope you don’t mind, but fans of the site like me will appreciate our little session.”

Max cracked a little smile as he began to rub Ryan’s feet.

“ What site?” Ryan pretended to ask. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ryan knew Max could see he was lying.

“ The “myfriendsfeet” site of course. I love the photos of hot executives and always dreamed of getting a guy like you. Now I’ve actually got you. Don’t worry, I just want to see how ticklish you are, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Ryan was getting desperate. “Please Max… I’ll give you a permanent position, anything you want just don’t tickle me.”

Max seemed to ponder this. ”Sir… lets just see to that after you have some fun.” 

Max removed Ryan’s left sock, peeling it away from the flesh. The black cotton had left little balls of fluff along his arch and the ball of his 9 _ foot, he would soon dust those off with his feather. Ryan wriggled his bare foot in the air-conditioned room. The naked sense over his feet was causing him to sweat. Max picked up the feather and slowly brought it to Ryan’s sole.

“ no please….noonnahahahahaahahahahahahahahhhhhaaaaaaah!”

Max used the stiff end of the feather to scribble the ball of Ryan’s foot. Wherever the quill ran it left small white line on the soft pink soles of Ryan’s feet. Ryan was hysterical, after about only fifteen minutes his face was turning a bright red shade. The tip on the feather sent voltage through his system, his whole body convulsed at every little assault.

Max was having the time of his life. Ryan’s laugh was like music to his ears. The more Ryan tried to get free, the more Max tickled his feet. Max had used the feather on his heel his arch and his toes, it was time to move on.

Using the soft plume of the feather Max lightly stoked Ryan’s sole while his other hand began to wrestle the sock from his other foot. Ryan was shaking minutely from the giggles. The more he laughed the more strength he seemed to lose. 

Max removed the remaining sock and looked up at Ryan. Ryan had his eyes closed tightly and was giggling madly. Max decided to give him no warning and move in for the finale. Max positioned his fingers on the heel of the one foot while his feather continued on the other. Suddenly Ryan began to howl like a wild man.

“ STOP MAN, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, DON'T TOUCH MY FEET HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”

Ryan’s whole body bucked and squirmed as the electric shock from the feather darting up and down his sole was enhanced by the fast erratic scratching of Max’s finger nails. Ryan cried and laughed all at the same time.

“ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHHHH SHITTT NOOOOOOHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE.”

Tears were streaming down his face and every muscle flexed to the rhythm. His arms felt like lead and his legs were tired of pulling, after about an hour Ryan was a giggling mess.

Ryan thought it would never end until Max started to only tickle him gently. Ryan fell into a deep sleep exhausted as the tickling subsided. 

The next morning Ryan woke up on the coach with a shock to find it wasn’t a dream. However his arms and legs weren’t roped anymore and he was alone.

Ryan didn’t know what to do. He blamed himself for getting tickled and not Max. Ryan walked over to his desk bare foot, the carpet giving him a slight giggle. On the Desk Ryan expected to find the work he completed, however there was a letter. 

Dear Ryan 

I hope you aren’t to angry with me. I just wanted to have some fun. On the site you looked like a good sport so I didn’t think much about tying you up in the office when I found you. I’m sorry if I did offend you in any way and have enclosed my resignation if you choose to accept it. 

Max 

Ryan slumped into his chair and read over the letter again. He remembered how much fun Cat and Jack had tickling him and how much he regretted it. However he also remembered tickling Jackson and getting his own brother thanks to them. Ryan knew exactly what to do, and with a sly grin he picked up the phone. 

“ hi Max….this is Ryan. I hope you come into work on Monday…no I’m not angry but we’ll talk about it on Monday.” 

When Monday finally did come Ryan gave Max the recommendation he needed and also doubled his pay for the time he worked there. On a side note he also referred him to Jamie’s, Jackson’s and Wayne’s companies…but those are other foot tickling tales.