Tickling The Pitcher
by Christopher

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“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!!” laughed the great baseball player “Cooba”, as his teammates had nicknamed him, as my four buddies and I took turns tickling his navy blue socked feet. “Th-this is terrible, ohhhrrrr g-gads, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, th-this is no way to be treating a world famous baseball player! I swear, when I get myself untied you guys are going to be more than sorry! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Ohhhhhrrrrrr gads!!!”

“ The way we got you tied good and tight I don’t see that happening any time soon oh great one,” Rodd chuckled and quickly slurped “Cooba’s” smelly socked toes back into his mouth.

“ G-gads, ohhhhhhhhrrrr gads, f-fucking guys are t-tickling me and, and, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, s-sucking my stinking toes too!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!”

As Rodd sucked the baseball player’s toes Angel tickle tortured the bottom of the guy’s foot. The sounds of “Cooba’s” laughter echoed loudly in the deserted locker room. Luck had been on our side when it turned out that our favorite player on our hometown team was the last one in the locker room that day. My four buddies and I had always admired the great pitcher “Cooba”, as I said, nicknamed by his teammates.

Not just the great way he pitched in the game, but also that tight fitting baseball uniform he wore, all the way down to those long navy blue socks that he wore, with his uniform pants tucked tightly over them. My buddies and I always said that “Cooba” shows a lot of sock! Oh yeah, my buddies and I really wanted to get our mouths and hands on those feet of “Cooba’s.” (Not to mention other parts of his muscular mocha colored body as well.) So many times we had talked about it and fantasized and came up with fiendish ideas on how to land the great baseball player.

We even made jokes about licking the top of his sweaty baldhead after a good hard game out in the sun. No doubt the pitcher’s dome would be more than sweaty and smelly, having worn his cap throughout most of the game. It would be Rodd who achieved that honor on the day we landed the great baseball player. Rodd always said that there was something real kinky and hot about licking a handsome guy’s baldhead. Yeah, fucking “Cooba” drove us wild that were for sure! When Dennis got us all tickets to the game for that Saturday night it was decided. Somehow or other we would get into the player’s locker room after the game. If we couldn’t land “Cooba” and if we were caught in the locker room we would simply say that we wanted an autograph from some of our favorite baseball players on our favorite baseball team.

“ Damn, his feet really do stink,” Dennis quipped, his mouth and nose pressed firmly against the bottom of one of “Cooba’s” navy blue socked feet.

“ He just went nine innings in the hot grueling sun,” I said with a grin. “Fucking game lasted more than four hours into the early evening. You expect his socks to smell spring fresh or something?”

Holding his raised foot by the ankle we tickle tortured the bottom of his foot with our fingertips.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!” the baseball player roared uncontrollably. “Damned trouble makers!! What the hell kind of fans are you anyway??? Trap a baseball player in the locker room after the game and tickle torture him??? Shit, shit!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!”

The sounds of our slurping at the baseball player’s socks and feet drove us wild. The scent of those raunchy socks and feet of his made us wild for more and more. We weren’t planning on letting him loose any time soon.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!” “Cooba” chortled. “Th-that legend you told me about earlier is bullshit you guys. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! You guys were just looking for an excuse to get me into this damned position!!” 

” And we got you oh great one,” Dennis laughed.

So, armed with rope in our backpacks we sat through the long game in the hot sun until early evening. Our team won and we watched as “Cooba” was carried off the field by a few of his fellow players. It had been his pitch that had won the game for them. The team members carrying our favorite player off the field had their hands wrapped tightly around his navy blue socked ankles as he sat aloft on their shoulders.

Needless to say our hearts pounded. Jealous? You bet your ass we were jealous. We would have given anything to be the guys carrying that fucking stud on our shoulders and have our hands wrapped around those long socks of his. (The five of us, as we had all been buddies for some time had all discovered that we had a kinky foot fetish.) At that moment we could only imagine how great those socks of “Cooba’s” stunk.

We figured that being that “Cooba” was the hero of this particular game he would be the last guy out of the locker room. He would have to stay around for the champagne baths and the claps on the back and the slaps on the ass he was in for. No doubt his fellow players would take turns riding the guy around the locker room on their shoulders. We were sure that none of them would celebrate his great game the way we wanted to celebrate it, to tie the handsome fuck up real tight and tickle torture the very bejesus out of him.

Later, outside the locker room we saw a few players at a time emerging, dressed in street clothes. Some fans waited outside for autographs and the players happily obliged them. When we didn’t see the great “Cooba” emerge from the locker room we knew we were in luck. We waited till we had counted off just about all the team members, silently hoping and praying that “Cooba” would remain last and alone in the locker room. When the last of the team members came out of the locker room we dashed to the door before it could close and lock. With our hearts thundering in our chest we entered the locker room of our hometown baseball team.

Like any other locker room it reeked of sweat, man sweat, baseball player sweat to be exact. The scent of champagne also wafted in the air. We walked past the bathroom and the scent of baseball player piss assaulted our nostrils and made our nuts churn. In the shower area we saw discarded towels and jock straps. The scent from in there was just as hot as the pissy scented bathroom. As we walked slowly through the rows of lockers we saw him. He was sitting on a long bench in front of his locker with his muscular back to us. Oh man, of fuck, the great “Cooba” I thought wildly and breathed hard the musty scent of the locker room of the world famous baseball team. He was wearing just the lower portion of his baseball uniform complete with his cleats and those long navy blue socks of his. We all looked at each other and gave a unanimous thumbs-up.

We approached him silently. He was sitting in front of his locker, still all sweaty from the game, sipping a bottle of cold mineral water, a bottle of champagne on the floor at his feet. He hadn’t showered yet. Great! He looked beat and the sound of his breathing was labored. Even greater! It would be easy to land him and get him roped up for our fun. He put the bottle of mineral water down on the floor and picked up the champagne. He chugged it heartily. He reeked of the stuff too.

No doubt his fellow players had more than showered him with the stuff after and probably during carrying him into the locker room. I hoped that he had drunk enough of the stuff to dull his wits just a little (a lot?) for us. We saw that his back was more than muscular, well chiseled and glistening with sweat as he leaned back on the bench and chugged the champagne.

“ Cooba,” my buddy Dennis, the ringleader and whose idea this had been said.

The baseball player turned around and saw us, five guys in their early twenties standing there, all of us holding autograph books in our hands. That was our excuse for being in the locker room.

“ Hey there,” he said with that great grin of his and got to his feet and faced us, balancing himself on his cleats. “How did you guys get in here? This locker room is supposed to be off limits to the fans.”

He put the bottle of champagne down on the floor next to his bottle of mineral water.

“ I mean, you are fans, right?” the baseball player asked us. “You’re not fans of that opposing team we just bested are you?”

“ No Sir Cooba, you see, the door was open and when we asked where you were the guy outside told us you were still in here,” Dennis explained quickly, the blond guy being a mischief-maker for as long as I could recall. “We were hoping we could all get your autograph “Cooba.”

“ And which guy would that be?” “Cooba” asked us, knowing that Dennis was lying through his teeth.

“ Uh, I, uh, forgot his name,” Dennis replied as the great baseball player stared him down.

He was standing there sopped in sweat, fucking tall guy that he is, grinning from ear to ear, his pride elevated that some fans actually snuck into the locker room just to get his autograph. He was beautifully muscled and more than well chiseled. His skin was the color of _mocha, smooth, and his chest big and jutting out with two big brown fleshy nipples adorning it. “Cooba’s” belly button was deep and wide, made for tickling. His head was bald, not a hair on it.

I guessed that he had it shaved and shined every other day or so. Man, I knew that Rodd would have loved to have the pleasure of being “Cooba’s” barber. No doubt my good buddy would spend more than an inordinate amount of time rubbing the lotion on the baseball player’s dome. Fuck, the great pitcher was good looking in a way that drove us all wild with kinky lust. His smooth skin was bathed and glistening in smelly man sweat. Fuck it all man, he smelled awesome.

“ Well then, I suppose there’s nothing wrong with that,” the baseball player said and reached for Dennis’ book that he was holding.

As soon as the baseball player’s arm was outstretched and his armpit visible Alex and Ross made their move. They grabbed “Cooba’s” arm, pushed it up and pressed their fingertips deep into his sweaty mangy pit, swirling them around in there.

“ H-hey, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!” Wh-what do you fellas th-think you’re doing?” the great baseball player gasped and chortled in surprise. “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!”

As he moved his other arm to try and ward them off Angel and Dennis quickly grabbed his other arm, pushed it up and set to work tickling the guy’s other sweaty stinky pit.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Oh shit, wh-what is this, some kind of prank?” “Cooba” rasped, his muscular arms flailing uselessly out at his sides over my four buddies heads.

He stood there laughing and all befuddled with sweat flying off his exquisite body as all four of my buddies really dug deep into his pits.

“ Har, har, har, har, har, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!” “Cooba’s” voice boomed loudly through the locker room as he backed up against his locker.

He tried grabbing at the guys to pry them off him, but it was no use. Every time he moved a hand toward one of them another of them simply pushed it away. “Cooba” was going to be tickle tortured, whether he submitted to it or not bud. He must have felt like a guy trapped by a pack of octopi the way my buddies kept grappling with him, tickling him more and more and more. The baseball player had obviously consumed lots of champagne. I stepped forward and trailed my fingertips over his sides, stomach area and deep into his belly button.

“ Ohhhhhhhrrrrr gads, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha oh please you guys!!” the baseball player gasped, sweating more and more now. “Fun’s fun but this is too much!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!”

His face was lit up in a forced smile and grimace as we tickled and tickled the fuck out of him. Every time he tried to get at us with one of his arms we quickly pushed the arm away again and tickled him harder and harder. He did an uncontrolled dance and stupid looking dance in front of his locker as we tickled him still harder and harder, trying his damnedest to stay balanced on his cleats. Within moments the great baseball player had been reduced to a laughing mess of quivering Jell-O. Then, Dennis and Alex’s backpacks slid from their backs and they looked at me intently. I nodded knowingly. As I opened Alex’s backpack he and Dennis yanked the baseball player’s muscular arms up behind him and held them together tightly at the wrists.

“ Wh-what are you guys up to?” “Cooba” asked, now able to speak coherently as we (temporarily) stopped tickling him.

He was helpless and winded as Alex and Dennis forcefully turned him around so that I could get at his wrists.

“ Shit, what are you guys tying me up for?” the baseball player asked in a panic as I expertly roped his wrists tightly behind him. “All this for a damned autograph???”

“ We want a lot more than your autograph “Cooba”, Dennis quipped, looking hungrily at the baseball player’s sweat soaked chest. “We want to have some mean fun with you.”

“ M-mean fun?” the great pitcher croaked. “Just what the hell do you mugs have in mind for me here?”

Daring as ever Dennis took a quick slurp at one of “Cooba’s” big fleshy nipples. The guy shivered, as chills no doubt coursed through his magnificent body. He looked quizzically at Dennis for all of a split second, no doubt wondering why some guy fan would want to steal a slurp at one of his nips. When his hands were tied well and tight we all hoisted him and got him down on his stomach on the long bench he had been sitting on when we found him. Dennis and Alex held the guy’s big feet up off the bench by his ankles, as the other three of us got busy roping him quickly to the bench.

“ Wh-what is going on here?” the great “Cooba” seethed as we roped him to the bench.

“ There’s an old legend,” Dennis said, holding one of “Cooba’s” ankles tight and unlacing his cleat.

“ And what the fuck is that?” “Cooba” asked as his cleat was taken off his foot.

“ The legend is that if a person gets the chance to lick a great baseball player’s stinking feet then they too will become a great baseball player,” Dennis said, pressing his nose and mouth against the bottom of “Cooba’s” navy blue socked foot. “And may I say for the record Sir that your feet sure do stink.”

We all laughed merrily as we finished getting the great baseball player’s upper torso roped tight to the bench. He grimaced miserably as his other cleat slid off his foot courtesy of Dennis. “Cooba’s” feet scent wafted up at us as and filled the air we were breathing. Gads, his feet really did fucking stink, even worse than we ever imagined. All those times watching him on television and thinking and talking about licking his smelly feet, wondering just how bad his feet ranked, now my buddies and I had our chance.

Fuck, we had the great “Cooba’s” big feet right in our faces for Christ’s sake. The guy was perilously balanced on and tied tight on the bench, stretched out nice and long on his stomach, his legs held in the air by his ankles by Dennis. Dennis stole sniffs and licks at “Cooba’s” raised feet. “Cooba” watched as we passed his stinking cleats around, sniffing heartily at the moist insides of them. They smelled all hot and musty. Just the way a great baseball player’s cleats should stink at the end of a long game in the hot sun.

“ Damned practical jokers,” he seethed through clenched teeth. “Used autographs as an excuse to get in here, tickled me to get the drop on me and now you five got me roped up good and fucking tight. And look at you perverts, sniffing the inside of my smelly shoes. That guy up there licking and kissing my rank toes, fuck, horrible way to treat a baseball player of my stature. Legend my foot.”

“ But “Cooba”, we really do want to lick your stinking feet,” Dennis said and slid the tip of his tongue over the bottom of “Cooba’s” raised feet. “And who knows, maybe licking your feet we will become great baseball players.”

“ Oh God,” “Cooba” said in total disbelief.

At that Dennis trailed his fingertips over the bottom of the trapped baseball player’s socked feet.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!” the great baseball player guffawed wildly. “Fuck man, don’t be tickling my stinking feet you guys!!”

That said we all laughed loudly. I quickly roped “Cooba’s” legs together just above his long socks and then we all went to work tickling his raised feet and licking his socks all over. We drooled over his socks and quickly lapped up our saliva. We sucked his moist and stinking socked toes, kissed his ankles and tickled him more and more.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!” “Cooba” cackled, his deep voice bouncing off the walls of the locker room as we did our dirty work. “L-lousy trick to have played on me you guys!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!”

Louder and louder he laughed…

Dennis picked up the bottle of champagne that “Cooba” had been chugging when we found him. He poured some of it over the baseball player’s feet as Alex and I held his feet up by his ankles.

“ A little celebration for us too guys,” Dennis said and Alex and I quickly went to work sucking at the baseball player’s champagne socked toes.

“ G-gads, crazy guys are sucking my damned stinking toes, and through my rancid socks of all things,” “Cooba” seethed in disbelief.

He didn’t seethe all that long because as Alex and I sucked his toes the other guys resumed tickling his feet, all of them running their fingertips over the meaty bottoms of them.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!” “Cooba” chortled anew.

“ When we’re done here I’m keeping these smelly socks of his as a souvenir of this,” Dennis quipped and snapped one of “Cooba’s” socks against his leg.

“ F-fuck man, you can have my damned socks!” the great baseball player chortled angrily. “J-just let me out of this, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! Ohhhrrrrr gads!!!”

As “Cooba” laughed uncontrollably Rodd poured the contents of a champagne bottle he had found in “Cooba’s” locker over the trapped baseball player’s baldhead.

“ Ohhhhhrrrr shit,” the guy grumbled angrily as he was showered with champagne and tickled at the same time.

“ Man oh man, when they carried him off the field I just knew we would have our favorite baseball player in this position!” Dennis said and kissed the bottom of “Cooba’s” stinking feet over and over. “Damn, I love this guy’s big feet!”

“ F-favorite player?” the baseball player grumbled more than angrily. “Th-this is some fucking way to be treating your favorite player!!” 

Rodd leaned down over “Cooba’s” champagne sopped baldhead and slathered his big tongue over the top of it as the rest of us went to town tickling the baseball player’s socked feet.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!” the great baseball player chortled loudly. “F-fucking guys are dr-driving me crazy!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!”

Rodd poured more champagne over “Cooba’s” head and licked that off as well as we went on and on tickling his feet and licking them in between tickling and tickling them.

“ Ohhhhhrrrrrr gads, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!” the guy ranted. “H-how long do you g-guys plan on k-keeping this shit up???” 

” Heh, if you only knew,” Dennis laughed and stole a long wet slurp on the great “Cooba’s” socked smelly toes. “Mmmmm, tastes nasty…”

About twenty minutes or so later we had “Cooba” sitting up on the long bench his hands still tied behind his back and his smelly navy blue socks off his feet now, courtesy of Dennis. Man, you never saw one guy take another guy’s socks off his feet so slowly and so damned ceremoniously.

Dennis slid those socks off “Cooba” like they were worth millions of dollars, actually to Dennis that was just what they worth. “Cooba’s” long socks hung out of the back pocket of Dennis’ jeans, a real raunchy souvenir of the whole experience. Rodd was sitting behind the great baseball player, holding the guy pressed up against himself as he went on and on slathering his tongue over his baldhead.

He forced the baseball player to guzzle long gulps of champagne, keeping him slightly drunk at that point and very, very cooperative for us. Dennis and Alex were squatted down on the sides of the bench, holding one of “Cooba’s” bare feet in each of their hands, tickle torturing the hell out of the meaty bottoms of them, driving the poor guy insane with laughter.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!” the great baseball player laughed madly. “St-stop this already you guys!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Ohhhhrrrr gads, fucking guys are tickling me while this dude behind me is lick-licking my baldhead and feeding me cheap champagne!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!”

“ Cooba” chortled and gasped in shock when Angel and I knelt down on the sides of his chest and slurped one of his big nipples each into our mouths.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ohhhhrrrrrrr!!!! Pl-please st-stop!!!” he pleaded desperately.

None of us had mentioned the big tent that “Cooba’s” cock (definitely of the jumbo size, judging from the bulge in his uniform pants) was making in his sweat and champagne soaked and stained uniform pants. Obviously though the guy was getting off on what we were doing to him. Either that or he had to piss like a racehorse. Probably both I guessed.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ooooooooooooooooooooo ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!” the great baseball player laughed uncontrollably as Dennis and Alex held his bare feet tight and meanly ran their fingertips against the moist bottoms of them.

So there was the great “Cooba”, stretched out on a locker room bench, tied up, having his bare feet tickled, his nipples sucked, being forced fed champagne and having his baldhead lcked, all courtesy of five of his die hard fans. Granted it was a shitty way for a group of fans to treat a baseball player they admired, but at the same time it was the only way for a group of fans to treat their baseball hero.

His cock pounded long and hard in his baseball uniform pants and he laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed… When Dennis decided we were going to tie the guy down to a massage table in the locker room and tickle torture other parts of his body “Cooba” complained bitterly in the drunken stupor we had sent him into. We hoisted the guy up off the bench and he swore like a captured marine as we carried him across the locker room…

“ Fucking scheming kids,” the baseball guy seethed as we lugged him stretched out between the five of us. “Fuck, put me down and get out of here already!!!”

In what seemed like no time we had the guy stretched out on the padded massage table. He wasn’t at all happy about the fact that we tied his arms in a stretched out position to the hasps on the nearby lockers, exposing his very bushy very ticklish armpits. Rodd did the honors of taking “Cooba’s” uniform pants and jock strap off him as he and Alex stretched the baseball player’s long legs out, binding them at the ankles to the locker hasps as well.

“ N-no, oh gads no, d-don’t be stripping me now too you mugs!!” the great pitcher complained.

Alex and Rodd stole big sucks on the guy’s big toes after tying him well and fucking tight. The baseball player’s cock was of the jumbo size, pointing straight up at the ceiling of the locker room. It was long, thick and beefy, oozing more than a mess of pre cum and beads upon beads of baseball player piss. Fuck, it looked like it was hurting him the way he was so damned hard. I breathlessly wondered how many loads I could suck out of the great baseball player. A fucking treat fit for a king his Cuban cock was, that was for sure… We passed his stinking and raunchy jock strap around, taking long hearty sniffs of it.

“ Is that some fucked up legend too you bastards?” “Cooba” asked us, ranting and struggling to get untied. “Sniff a baseball player’s jockstrap and become great baseball player’s yourselves???”

When the jockstrap got to Dennis he tucked it into his pocket along with the baseball player’s long navy blue socks. He didn’t comment on it, as he was more concerned at the moment with the way we had him tied down and what we were going to do to him next.

“ M-my God, just look at this fu-fucked up position you guys got me in!!” the guy seethed. “F-fuck, what am I in for now you bastards??”

In response to his question we gathered around him at his most sensitive ticklish parts. Rodd and Angel took position at the baseball player’s exposed very busy very sweaty and stinking armpits. Dennis and Alex each stepped to one of the guy’s bound feet and I stood over his stomach and crotch area.

“ Okay you guys, now,” Dennis said and all at once we again started tickling the trapped baseball player.

“ Ohhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!” “Cooba” cackled like crazy.

Rodd and Angel dug their fingertips deep into the guy’s stinking moist armpits and really put the screws to them. Dennis and Alex trailed their fingertips over and over the bottoms of the baseball player’s smelly feet, holding them by the ankles and leaning down to suck and slurp at his twitching toes. I relentlessly tickle tortured the guy’s smooth washboard stomach area and dug a fingertip deep into his big belly button, swirling it around and around in there.

I was drooling for his cock though, that was for more than sure. Beads of his piss and trails of pre cum were slithering from his wide sexy slit and sliding down the shaft of the beefy thing. “Cooba’s” balls were the size of goose eggs, hanging nice and sweaty between his muscular legs and resting atop the padded table. He squirmed miserably atop that table, laughing and laughing his baldhead off.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!” he chortled loudly, his bound hands clenched into big fists.

When I could resist no longer I slowly leaned down and slathered the tip of my tongue over the crown of the baseball player’s cock, getting a luscious sample of his great tasting cum and piss beads.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oooooooooooooo, har, har, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! Ohhhhhhrrrrrr g-gads, f-fucking guy man, h-he’s goin’ after my big cock!!!” the baseball player gasped, his head raised off the table, watching as no doubt it was the first time in his life that some guy had gone after his manhood.

“ Fucking Chris man, I knew he would want to milk the fucking stud, I just fucking knew it,” Angel said jovially, still tickling “Cooba’s” armpit and watching as I slid my mouth slowly (oh so slowly) over “Cooba’s” big beefy hardness. “We should have taken money bets on it. Even more than tickle torturing a guy there’s nothing Chris loves more than milking the fuck out of them.”

The baseball player’s cock filled my mouth as I went down on it, slathering my tongue over and over every section of the thing as I went, my fingers still doing their dirty work and tickling the guy’s stomach region. He bucked wildly on the table…

“ Oh g-gads, f-fucking guy is sucking my damned cock,” the baseball player panted. “Ohhhhhh gads pl-please stop this!! I’m no faggot!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!”

“ Cooba’s cock tasted raw and was all raunchy and sexy with his musty scent. Fuck, after being cooped up in that smothering jock strap of his and more than three to four hours in the hot sun did I actually expect his cock to smell and taste good? Well, even raunchy smelling, the pitcher’s cock tasted good. I slid my mouth further down the damn thing, sucking it heartily as I went.

He was laughing and bucking and squirming in agony and ecstasy on that table all at once. When I finally had his cock all the way in my mouth my nose was pressed against his pubic bush. I sniffed it and slowly brought my mouth back up along his cock, my lips pressed hard against it as I went. I slowly slid my mouth back down and back up, slathering my tongue all over the great baseball player’s shaft, loving the feel of it as I held it captive in my mouth.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!! F-fucking guy, fucking guy is eating my damned beefy cock!!” the baseball player gasped. “An-and the rest of you, shit!!! S-stop tick-tickling me already!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Ohhhhrrrrrr gads!!!!”

“ Cooba’s” big cock throbbed madly in my mouth, all hot and pulsing with a life of it’s own. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he was ready to shoot his load. I still continued to work it slowly with my mouth though, driving the poor pitcher into a frustrating and heated frenzy.

“ Ohhhhhrrrr shhhiiiitttttt,” the baseball player gasped and bucked up and down on the table, his balls jiggling real nice against the tabletop.

As Rodd and Angel tickle tortured the guy’s armpits and Dennis and Alex tickled his feet and sucked his toes I went on and on sucking his big meat stick, tickling his stomach at the same time.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! I-I am go-going to get all of you guys for this!!” the baseball player gasped. “Ohhhhhrrr fuck, oh gads, I-I’m goin’ to fucking shoot my damned load you blasted mugs!! Un-unbelievable!!”

That was all I wanted to hear. I quickly stopped sucking the guy’s cock. It twitched and bobbed between his legs uncontrollably, but he couldn’t shoot his load.

“ Ohhhhhrrrrr fuck, ohhhhrrr no, do-don’t do this to me you fucking pervert!!” the tickle tortured baseball player swore up at me. “If, if you’re going to suck my damned cock then at least let me shoot my load man!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! Oh fuck man, what a real shitty thing to do to me!!”

“ Ha, fucking Chris is going to make the guy wait to shoot his load,” Angel said sadistically. “Oh well, we’ll just have to tickle torture him some more to kill time.”

“ Cooba” screamed with laughter and his cock twitched longingly between his legs, longing to shoot that pent-up load of baseball player nut juice. He was sweating and stinking with it more than before atop that table and after another fifteen minutes of straight tickle torture we stopped. To us it was fifteen minutes, but to the tied up baseball player I was sure it felt more like hours.

“ Ooooooooohhhhhhhh, oh gads, oh God, th-this was too mu-much guys,” “Cooba” panted as we all looked around for bottles of water and champagne. “Re-real fucked up way to celebrate a winning game, but I’m glad I survived it. I wonder if any of my teammates have ever had something like this happen to them. Fuck, I wonder how many of them wanted to do it to me after they carried me in here after the game. Pl-please untie me and I can be on my way. No doubt my fiancée is wondering why I’m delayed.”

“ What are you talking about man?” Rodd asked the guy, stepping behind his baldhead and squatting down. “That was just the warm-up. Fuck, you didn’t even shoot your load yet.”

That said Rodd cupped his hands around the great “Cooba’s” chin and kissed the top of his sweaty baldhead Bugs Bunny style, wet and sloppy and began tonguing it like crazy.

“ Bastards!! Let me out of here already!!” the baseball player roared in total panic. “And fuck man, stop licking my damned head!!! Of all things, gads!!”

We gave “Cooba” a few hearty drinks of mineral water and showered him with more champagne. He grunted and gurgled angrily as the champagne splashed over him. We made him chug down some of the champagne as well and by then I knew he had to piss like crazy. I wondered just how long he would be able to hold out. As Rodd licked the guy’s baldhead I leaned down and sniffed his big mangy balls. They smelled as bad as his cock did but I tongued them heartily a few times anyway.

“ F-fucking perverts, some fans you guys are!” “Cooba” swore angrily.

I hefted his balls up and was assaulted by the scent emanating from his sweaty and raw ass crack. Because his legs were widely splayed I had a great view of his raunchy hole. Oh God, I could not resist. Holding his big balls in my hand I slid my tongue into his clammy raunchy hole.

“ Ohhhhrrr gads, f-fucking guy, goddamned pervert is licking my asshole!!” “Cooba” gasped loudly as Rodd still went on and on licking his baldhead. “Damn it all you guys, this is really twisted shit!! I wonder what the fuck Paul or Derek would do in a situation like this.” 

” Cooba’s” big cock pulsed long and piss hard between his legs. I slithered my tongue deeper and deeper up into his hole. The guy hefted his butt cheeks off the table, giving me greater access to his stink hole.

“ Ohhhhhhrrr fuck, ohhhhrrr gads, what a day this turned out to be!!” “Cooba” whimpered.

When Rodd and I stopped licking the baseball player’s head and asshole we all once again took our respective positions at his ticklish sensitive parts. Break time was over for the poor trapped baseball player. All at once we resumed tickling his armpits, his feet and his stomach area. The sounds of “Cooba’s” laughter and cackling filled and echoed through the locker room.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!” An-and here we fucking go again!!” the baseball player wailed despairingly.

Within five minutes the guy was in a lather and bucking and squirming miserably atop the table.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! Fu-fucking bastards!!” “Cooba” swore.

When he saw me leaning toward his big cock again he didn’t say a word about it, he just seemed to get a hopeful look in his big eyes. Or was I imagining things? Was the great “Cooba” somehow secretly enjoying all this kinky attention we were heaping on him? Fuck man, that meat stick of his hadn’t gone soft once during the whole ordeal. I slurped it greedily this time into my mouth and with my lips and tongue made love to it.

“ Ohhhhh gads, fucking Chris loves my cock,” “Cooba” said throatily. “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! And the rest of you su-sure do love tickle torturing the fuck out of me!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, har, har, har, ha, ha, ha!!!!”

I slid my tongue around and around the guy’s cock, poked my tongue into his piss hole and was treated to tastes and smidgens of his cum and piss. Man, he would shoot a load big enough to choke a horse, when I decided to let him that is.

“ Ohhhhrrr yeah, yeah man, yeah, of all the fucking things, I-I’m getting close now you bastard!!” “Cooba said in between hearty bouts of laughter.

I sucked him and sucked him and when he made the mistake of saying that he was about to cum I again stopped, taking his cock quickly out of my mouth.

“ EEEEErrrhhhhhhh shiiiitttt, no, no!!! Ohhhhhrrrrr you blasted mug!!!” the baseball player gasped almost pitifully, his cock bobbing around like crazy, unable to spew that load of man juices. “Fu-fuck man, th-this is awful!!”

I could just imagine how the guy felt as his cum no doubt slithered back inside him, his balls churning not all that pleasantly. God, his poor balls must have been aching at that point. We tickled him harder and harder, really digging fingertips into his armpits, over and over his bare feet and his stomach area. If he weren’t tied down to the table I’m sure he would have flown off it when I jammed a finger into his stinking ass hole.

“ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! G-get your damned finger outa my hole!!” the baseball player rasped.

It was another twenty minutes before we stopped tickling him again. By then the guy barely had any voice left. He was heaving his laughter at that point, his muscular body straining beautifully in the tight bondage and his big cock hard and aching to shoot that load. He lay there trying to catch his breath as we stood around him, looking down at him in total awe, disbelief filling all of us at our luck at having snagged the great baseball player “Cooba….”

His cock was more than rock hard, attesting to the fact that somewhere deep inside the guy he secretly enjoyed what we had done to him thus far…

Rodd was again squatting behind the table and slathering his tongue all over the baseball player’s baldhead.

“ Damn, what is it with this guy and licking my baldhead?” “Cooba” complained.

To quiet him down I slurped his cock into my mouth…

“ ooooooohhhhhhhrrrr gads, fucking guy just loves my big Cuban meat stick,” the baseball player gasped breathlessly as I slid my mouth slowly down his hardness, obviously having found his voice again.

“ Arrrrhhhhhhhh yeah, got to admit, it feels fucking great guy,” “Cooba” heaved as Rodd held his head in place by his chin, slathering his tongue all over the guy’s bald sweaty head, even planting delicate kisses on his dome.

Goose bumps broke out all over the trussed up baseball player’s magnificent body as Rodd and I feasted on him like crazy. Dennis and Alex leaned over the guy and slurped his big fleshy and meaty nipples into their mouths.

“ Ohhhhhrrrrr gads, faggot fans you guys are!!” “Cooba” panted. “G-guys are makin’ me fucking crazy with all this shit!!”

Angel knelt at one of the baseball player’s tied feet and suckled one of his big toes.

“ Damn, fucking guys are really making me nuts now, eating my man tits, my cock, licking my damned baldy head and sucking my damned toes!!” “Cooba” said throatily. “Ohhhhrrrr gads, oh fuck, getting there now you cock hungry guy!!”

I grabbed the guy’s balls in my hand and sucked the ballplayer like crazy. This time I would let him shoot his load. God knew he had earned the explosion after all.

“ Ohhhhhhhhrrrrr yeahhhhh, fucking A!!!” “Cooba” gasped and pulled his head out of Rodd’s grasp and looked down at me as he shot his big load into my mouth. “Ooooooooo, gads, fucking slob is eating my mess…”

“ Oh yeah Chris, suck that load out of him, drain those big nuts of his!” Rodd said, pushing the great “Cooba’s” head back down on the table and pouring champagne over him all over again.

“ Ohhhhhrrrr yeah,” “Cooba” gasped as his cum flooded and flooded my mouth.

I gulped down as much of it as I could, sucking and slurping on him at the same time. What I could not swallow dribbled out of the sides of my mouth. I squeezed his big nuts and that got yet another few globs of baseball player juice out of the guy. He shook and trembled in ecstasy on that table as we sucked him like crazy, even after he had finished shooting his big creamy load of hot spunk.

“ Ooooooohhhhhrrr fucking guys,” he whispered as I sucked his semi hard and no doubt very sensitive cock deep into my mouth. “F-fuck man, I have to piss like a damned marine!”

With that I gave his balls another good squeeze and then the guy was pissing long hot and frothy into my mouth. Once again he raised his head to watch me.

“ Ohhhhrrrr man, fucking guy is guzzling my piss,” he gasped, thrusting his hips, forcing his cock further into my mouth.

“ Cooba’s” piss was hot and tasted rancid, but it was the greatest pitcher of all time’s piss after all and I gladly guzzled down his long yellow frothy stream, sucking his cock at the same time, driving him crazier than crazy with it. He squirmed wildly on the table as we ate his man tits, sucked his now sensitive cock, licked his baldhead and sucked his toes. When I finally let the guy’s cock slip from my mouth he was more than breathless. We stood around him as Dennis and Alex did the honors of untying the great baseball player. We were ready to run if he was going to decide to pay any of us back for what we’d just heaped on him…

“ I hope you’re not too pissed off with us Sir, Mr. “Cooba,” Sir,” Dennis said hopefully and nervously. “We just wanted to have some fun with you and show you how much we admire you.”

With a sly looking grin on his face “Cooba” sat up on the table, leaning back on his elbows.

“ Well, I suppose that I should be a little more than pissed with you guys, I really should call the cops right now, but seeing as you went through all this trouble to land my ass I guess I should be sort of flattered,” he said to us and we all cheered and whooped happily.

“ You know, I brought a camera with me Mr. “Cooba”, Sir, do you think we could get some pictures with you, in your uniform of course, and maybe a few autographs too?” Dennis asked the baseball player, sounding as desperate as possible.

“ Cooba” looked at his rancid socks sticking out of Dennis’ pocket and smirked for a second, no doubt thinking how the guy more than got a souvenir. I mean, how many of us out there can say that we have a pair of socks that were once worn by a famous baseball player?

“ Let me get showered and into a clean uniform,” “Cooba” replied, hopping down off the table and waiting a few seconds with his head down while the spinning faded from all the champagne. “Then we’ll take some real winning pictures.”

We clapped him on the back and playfully swatted his great ass ala baseball player style as he walked toward the shower room…

A little while later we were outside the locker room. “Cooba” had donned a fresh uniform after a nice warm sudsy shower. He was in his white pinstripes complete with his cap and a fresh pair of those knee length navy blue socks of his that we love seeing him in. He was wearing sneakers rather than cleats now, seeing as he was just posing for pictures. We took a few shots of him standing with Dennis, seeing as it was Dennis who had gotten us the tickets for the game. We took some of him standing with all of us, courtesy of the fact that Dennis’ camera had a built-in timer. With his camera set up on a fence facing us Dennis and the rest of us posed for the last few shots with the great baseball player.

“ Hey, for the last few lets do it right, I mean really right,” Dennis said, hooking a hand around “Cooba’s” arm. “Let’s get the hero of today’s game up on our shoulders, just like his teammates did earlier.”

“ Cooba” grinned from ear to ear as we hoisted him off the ground and to our shoulders. We all smiled real big as the camera clicked. Dennis held “Cooba’s” socked ankle close and tight.

“ Okay you guys, looks like that’s it,” “Cooba” said. “This was some experience I must say. Twisted but interesting at the same time, know what I mean? I better be on my way now though so if you’ll just put me down now…” 

As the great baseball player spoke we all turned around in unison and carried him back into the locker room, slowly, the camera clicking as we lugged him…

“ H-hey, put me down you guys,” “Cooba” squabbled angrily now. “Come on now, you’ve had more than your sadistic fun with me! Gads, put me down already!!”

His arms flailed uselessly out at his sides and there wasn’t all that much that he could do as he was perilously balanced up there on our shoulders. He ranted angrily as we carted him back into the locker room; no doubt he knew what we had in mind…

A few minutes later the sound of insane laughter filled the locker room as we again had the great “Cooba” all tied up and tickle tortured the fuck out of him…

The End???