Robbed!
by The L

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The appellants, Adrian Bradford and Warren M. Peterson III, were jointly indicted, tried and convicted of two counts of armed robbery, following which they filed separate appeals to this court.

Adrian Brandord is a handsome young man with a fair complexion, short blond hair and green eyes and a warm smile. Warren Peterson is a fairly handsome youth, full of life. He has red hair and blue eyes and wore glasses. When he wasn't robbing people, Warren is a happy easygoing twenty-year-old who is always smiling.

The victim testified that the two appellants came into his family's furniture store and held him up at gunpoint, taking $617 from the cash register and $250 from his wallet. The victim positively identified both appellants, testifying that Peterson had held the gun on him while Bradford had taken his money and his manhood. The victim was himself a very handsome young man, who was born in January of 1985. He was a very athletic dark-haired young man with contrasting ice blue eyes.

When asked to elaborate on the "taking his manhood" statement, the victim, twenty-year-old Scott Rothschild, got a faraway look in his comely blue eyes. The story he told of what Adrian Bradford had done to him would stun both law enforcement and a jury.

While Peterson held the gun on him, Bradford ordered Scott to remove his shoes. Scott complied, placing his shoes on one of the display nightstands of his family's furniture shop. Forcing the young man to sit in a chair, Bradford knelt before Scott Rothchild and tugged at the toe of one of his socks. Scott lifted his foot to help the crook along with the task.

You see Scott was too full of pride to admit that the entire incident had turned him on. That there was no way the robbers could have accomplished what they had without his consent. Yes, he knew he was an asshole for trying to get them convicted now when, in reality, if they asked to suck his toes at that very moment, he would leap at the chance.

But back to the story of the “robbery” and Scott’s “humiliation” …

Very slowly Bradford pulled the sock away to reveal the young furniture salesman's handsome toes, which automatically curled under as the thief gazed at them. The fragrance of the twenty-year-old's unshod foot wafted pleasantly in the room. Bradford repeated the process on the other foot, folded the sweaty socks, and stuffed them into Scott's shoes.

The crook's wiggling fingers came in contact with the soles of Scott Rothchild's feet. Uncontrolled giggling bubbled out of the young furniture seller in spite of himself; the softness of his rarely bared feet made them that much more sensitive to the tickling they were receiving. He desperately tried to move her feet away from the Adrian Bradford's expert tickling hands, but to no avail. The crook's grip on his ankles kept Scott from being able to do anything more but wrinkle his soles and wiggle his handsome toes.

Now Scott knew why the robber had tested the establishment's door for solidness. He and Warren Peterson wanted no one else to hear his laughing torment!

As he was being mercilessly tickled, through his hysterical laughter, Scott heard the crook called Bradford order Peterson to keep the gun trained on him. To make certain that the furniture seller didn't become so tormented by the tickling that he'd try to run away, or even attempt to fight off his captors.

Adrian Bradford was now tickling the soles of one of Scott's feet, while tickling under the curl of the toes of the other, in spite of Scott's futile attempts at keeping the crook's probing fingers out by bunching his toes.

" Haheehaahnhnhn!" gasped Scott wriggling like a loon. "Hahahahahast-st-sto-stop!!!"

Adrian Bradford continued his tickle torture of Scott's feet for several minutes; tickling the tops of his sweet, fragrant toes, the base under the curl of the toes, the soft spots on the insteps. Scott's handsome face was turning beet red, and his laughter was weakening. It appeared that the twenty-year-old was on the verge of passing out.

Adrian Bradford suddenly stopped. "Okay, enough of that," he cried. He stood, and looked down at Scott's panting form. After motioning for Peterson to keep his gun trained on Scott, Bradford ordered the furniture seller to stand before him.

And when Scott Rothchild did just that, Bradford knelt before him and started sucking his toes! Slowly, Bradford licked along Scott's sweaty foot, cleaning it with his tongue. He made the twenty-year-old sit in a chair, so that he himself could easily bring the furniture seller's foot round to his mouth more easily. Then he slipped his mouth over Scott's middle toe and began to suck on it.

For Scott Rothchild the feel of Bradford's mouth, sucking his toes was an amazingly pleasurable surprise. He could feel himself practically purring like a happy kitten! And after about ten minutes of licking and sucking his hot sweaty toes, Bradford began licking his way up and down the twenty-year-old's smooth soles. As the thief was gliding his tongue along the area between Scott's heels and the fragrant area beneath his toes, Scott groaned and freed his erect, throbbing penis.

Scott whipped his head back and forth. He'd never been so hard in all his life. With each flick of Adrian Bradford's tongue a moan vibrated through his twenty-year-old body. Just the feel of the robber's lips against the tip of his big toe and then began to feel of the thief's teeth as they moved over his flesh, especially his toe-knuckles was indescribable. Bradford's tongue moistly lick-tickled the hollow between the ball of Scott's foot and the rounded pads of the twenty-year-old's toes themselves. An electric jolt of sensation soared up his spine and began to increase the hardness of his already rock-hard cock!

The crook himself sensed the sudden increase of tension in the furniture seller's body. Bradford knew he was going to ejaculate at any minute, and in his excitement he began madly rubbing his own crotch, but Scott didn't notice at all.

Finally Scott Rothchild groaned again, raised himself partially in the chair he was sitting in, and shot his load over Adrain Bradford's shoulder! Then he slumped back into the chair, panting. His body felt on fire, he tingled with a pleasurable warmth came close to passing out.

While he was in this weakened state, Adrian Bradford and Warren Peterson III departed the furniture store with the cash they'd appropriated. They didn't have a chance to spend even one dollar before they were apprehended by law enforcement. Later the evidence was amply sufficient to enable a rational trier of fact to find both these appellants guilty of armed robbery beyond a reasonable doubt.