Slaves of Suite 214
by urbansteven81

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My name is Steven and this is my only chance I have to ex plane my kidnapping. I had just got my first fake ID and decided to call up my long time friend Austin. "Hey man what's up, was wondering if you wanna get together later and hit downtown to party later on? " Sure dude what time you wanna get together? Austin replied. I told him we should try and meet at his place around 8ish since he lived closed to downtown.

Austin and me were a few years apart in age but had grown up together in the same neighborhood. Austin was 25 and I was only 20. Both boys had grown to be very attractive individuals. Austin was 5ft11, 190lbs solid muscle, dark blue eyes, and black spiky hair, total chiseled baby face with an all around military look to him. He wore a size 11 shoes and had very wide feet with rather plump toes. I myself however, was only 5ft10, 150lbs smooth with a swimmers build, hazel eyes, shaved head and was covered in tattoos. For being a smaller frame I still had a pretty good shoe size. I wear a 10 and have narrow feet with medium length toes. Your typical skater I suppose.

I had to figure out what to wear before meeting up with Austin to go out and party our asses off for the night. I decided to wear my army green Cargo shorts along with my black Hoody. I threw on some long tube socks and scrunched them down towards my ankles and threw on my old pair of brown Audio's with black strips- Audio's are very large skate shoes FYI. Before leaving I finished my outfit by throwing on my wallet chain then headed out the door. I got on the high way and made my way over to Austin's house. I got to his house and rang the doorbell. Austin answered the door and said

"What took you so long you fag? I've been ready and waiting for an hour. Mum it's 10 till 8 you stupid Shit. Whatever lets get going. Downtown should probably be packed with all sorts of people tonight".

Austin was wearing his usual- torn up acid washed jeans, a white thermal long sleeve with a dark gray T over it and as always... his beat up tan construction boots with gray socks. Austin and I jumped into his SUV, hopped on the highway and started to head downtown. " Fuck man I'm so excited about tonight. I hope no one realizes my ID is a fake. You just need to relax and not worry about it whenever we go throw the ID check" replied Austin. We drove down the highway and I smoked my cigarette while I watched the sun set over the horizon. Austin and I had finally made it downtown and found a place to park for the night. We were walking down 17th Avenue and came across a gas station on the corner that was 4 blocks away from our first intended club for night and decided to stop in for a couple of energy drinks. Austin and I walked into the gas station and started looking around for anything else we might like to buy aside from the drinks.

As I sat and checked out the junk food Austin came up to me and said " Hey check out those guys". With that I looked up to find four men, all early to mid 40's dressed in suits. "Those are some ugly fucking guys,” remarked Austin. One of the men immediately looked up at us after Austin said this. We quickly acted as though he hadn't said anything then went and paid for the drinks we stopped for. After we left the gas station I told Austin he was fucking stupid for talking about the four guys because they heard him. " Dude relax Steven, what the hell are they going to do about it anyways...come outside and make a scene?? Lighten up about it".

Finally, Austin and I got to our first club, Club M, and had managed to get me inside without question. We went up to the bar and ordered our drinks. We both got Jack on the rocks then started to walk around to check the club out. A couple of hours went by and we had both decided to check out the bar across the street. We finished our drinks and made our way across the street. Finally after about another hour Austin and I had grown bored with this bar. " Hey Steven this bar really sucks, lets get out of here and find another club" OK cool I replied. " Where do you wanna go"? "Well...we could go back down 17th? There's some place called Vinyl that I've never been to- I hear it's pretty chill". So Austin and me finally decided that we were going to go to this club called Vinyl, but not until he had managed to get a couple beers in us. At this point both him and I were feeling pretty buzzed, me especially. Austin was probably used to going out and drinking but I was pretty new to it. Not that I haven't ever drank or got drunk before. I've never really been the innocent kid type.

One time a couple years back Austin and me had managed to go to this party and get completely wasted that was being thrown by the local school jock football team. Only bad part of that story is that while we where some of the Jocky guys had come up to us and said there was an initiation required for anyone new who hadn't been to these get together before. Both Austin and I asked the guys what the initiation was. " Well it's simple really” one of the guys starts explaining- "all you two need to do is get on your knees and worship me and my friends feet for 10 minutes. NO FUCKING WAY YOU LITTLE BITCH" replied Austin who was now completely disgusted with anger, so was I though. So yeah, the guys told us we had to leave. Which was perfectly fine with us two.

"Hey Austin, you remember that party where those Douches tried to get us to worship their feet"? " Austin laughed out and said” Holy shit!! Yeah I remember that night. God... could you believe those guys thought they could get us to worship their feet? That was a crazy night wasn't it"?

As Austin and I started walking down 17th Avenue we continued talking about that who crazy night and how much Austin wanted to punch the guy.

17th Ave was rowed with all sorts of skyscrapers and various sized brick building. Austin and I were in our own little world talking- completely unaware of the coming footsteps from behind. We suddenly realized that there were people behind us so we both stopped walking and moved to opposite sides of the sidewalk to let who ever they were pass us. Only when we stopped walking so did who ever was behind us. Austin and me quickly turned to see who was behind us but before we even had a chance to turn around we were grabbed hard and with force from behind. A cloth bag went over my head and I hand planted firmly over my mouth to muffle my screams. From what I could hear it sounds ass though the same was being done to Austin.

I felt a second pair of hands grab my ankles and lift me off the ground. Austin and me were then taken through what I'm guessing was an alleyway. I had no clue what was going on. My mind started racing and I panicked horribly. I tried relentlessly to cry out but it was useless. I could hear Austin muffling shortly behind me. After about 5 minutes later elevator doors opened and Austin and I were being carried out and down a hallway. The men stopped and a door could be heard opening and the men then brought us in. I then felt my body being placed face down. Hands stretched my arms out and then forced together behind me, then bound. The hands let go out my now immobile arms and then grabbed hold of my feet. They tied my ankles together then pulled the rope towards the front of me and tied it to my bound wrist leaving my feet pointing straight up.

A hand then pulled the bag off of my head. I found myself laying face down on a padded table with Austin bound next me. Austin and I looked at each other in horror. Neither him nor I could see our Kidnappers. We were in a rather large, rather lavish, pent house suite. Austin soon started screaming in protest. " WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO US"? Austin continued yelling, but we heard nothing. Suddenly, a group of men started walking toward us. When we finally could see who had taken us, both Austin and I turned white. It was the four men from the gas station. The four men stood in front of us with hands crossed in front of them. All men were very rugged looking- stubble covered their faces. They all looked like Italian thugs dressed in suits.

"Good evening Gentlemen" said the one man standing in front of the four. " My name is Timor, and these are my boys. We apologize for handling you two roughly and can assure you that any further hands on treatment will be handled with the utmost delicacy".

"What...what do you want from us?? Hey me and my friend are really REALLY sorry for that comment earlier at the gag station. It was just a harmless comment and we're sorry,” I told them. An evil smile spread over Timor’s face as he and his boys starred at us. " Gentlemen... There is no need for apologies here! I should start by explaining that my boys and me are from Europe and have come here on official business and are very grateful you and your friend have managed to cross our path.

You two are just the type of boys we're looking for tonight. Gentlemen tonight we are going to play a game with you two and we hope you come to enjoy it as much as we will. The game is called " Submission and Punishment”. Simple game - you do as told or...well...lets just say you will eventually be more then happy to do as told. It would be wise of you to do as told the first time around- don’t worry boys, I assure you you'll catch on quick.

I started to beg" Oh please!! You don't have to do this!!! Me and my friend will never tell a soul we promise". Austin started pleading with me but was suddenly cut off by Timor’s voice. "Oh but we do want to do this.... we know you won't tell anyone". Timor then snapped his fingers and two of his Boys/Thugs/Goons dragged a couple chairs up to the head of this lowered table.

"You'd be surprised how long it take a person to get here from Europe. As I was saying before me and my boys here are on business so we haven't really had any time to stop anywhere and change since we left... Been three days’ right boys? I Would imagine a man's feet get pretty ripe and raunchy in those conditions...Could really use a couple of foot slave to help us boys relax ".

The men all started grinning. "OK boys lets start!!!

Timor and Goon one sat in the chairs. They lifted their feet and placed them directly in front of Austin and me. This Timor guy was wearing a pair of black sheer socks with pin strips and a pair of shiny Wing tips. Goon one had appeared to be wearing thin black cotton socks and a pair of really well worn black loafers... Timor and his Goon leaned back in their chairs. "Well boys.... Don’t you want to ask politely to service our feet?? Austin immediately freaked out- "YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME"!!

Timor grinned and said, " One more time...Would you like to ask politely to service our feet"? " Dude go fuck yourself,” Austin spouted while I just sat quietly. Timor spread another evil grin. He then nodded his head to the two other Goons. A suitcase was then brought to the table and opened. Two rather large stiff gray feathers were then taken out and placed in front of Austin and I. " WHOA...Who... What are you guys going to do"??? The suited men ignored us. The two men walked behind Austin and me and grabbed hold of our bound feet.

"OH PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO US.... PLEASE!!!! The men unlaced Austin's boots and slipped them off. Then they did the same to me and then they pulled off our socks one by one. Both Austin and I now found our feet bare super sensitive feet exposed. Him and I knew what was coming. One thing I've learned about Austin growing up is that he is hyper SUPER ticklish on his feet, but so am I. We used to make jokes about how sad the matter of it was. My thought was soon cut off by Timor’s voice " start with a half hour". The two men picked up the feathers and disappeared behind Austin and me once more. They started on Austin first. The Goon lowered to tip of the feather to Austin’s helpless feet then slowly started dragging the tip up and down his soles. TEE HAA AHHA …BWAHHH STO ... STO .. OH PLE ... PLEASE DON'T. Austin's body thrashed and his face turned bright red.

"Your turn boy … coochy coochy coo" mocked the second goon from behind me. " Oh god please does... WA HA HUH HAA...PLEA.... I couldn't even start pleading before the feather started its assault on my feet. Austin and I trashed about helplessly. "That's it boys laugh. Laugh and beg as loudly as you please. These walls are sound proof. Just you and us for the rest of the evening". "STOOOOP!!! BWAH HA HAAAAHA PLEAS...PLEASE...PLE HAAAHA STOP PLEASE"!!! Austin and I begged for mercy only to hear " Coochy coochy coo" repeated to us.

A half hour seemed more like two hours, but had finally come to an end. "So lets try this again,” said Timor. Him and his goon leaned back in their chairs. Timor nodded his head to the two goons behind us. The two then lowered the feathers to our feet but didn't start tickling them. Rather they just placed them there. Timor started in again "Would you boys like to politely ask to service our ripe feet like good little slaves? Think before you answer". Dude please fucking stop doing this and let us go. Damn Austin and his big mouth. Before I could even say anything Timor once again nodded his head. The two men once again started their feather assault across the flesh our soft soles. BLAW...WWWW.... HAAAA.HUUU.HUH...HAA...NOOO!!...PLEASE...GOD NO....

The two men tickle tortured us for another half hour then Timor nodded for them to stop. The feather was retracted and then Austin and I struggled to catch our breath. Timor started speaking to us again " If you think a hour is bad, wait till I start making it an hour...then an hour and a half...then two"!!!! Now, I think you boys should take a minute and think about what you say to us from now on. You don't have to go through this if you just submit for us". "So.... You boys have anything you'd like to ask of us"?? Austin and me looked at each other. He gave me this looking saying he didn't have what it took to ask.

I sat for a minute then finally spoke up and asked the men if we could worship their feet. "Hamm, I didn't hear this one ask. You boys really need to convince us that you want them". Timor nodded at his men and they once again started the torture. Dragging the feather in between my toes. Making swirls on my arches. TEEHEAAAA.... GAWD.......... the torture was unbearable. Austin and me screamed, he couldn't handle it any more. Timor nodded and the men stopped- something you'd like to ask??" " Oh god Please, PLEASE let us worships your feet!! We'll do whatever you say, just stop tickling our feet". "Hmmm good boy" replied Timor.

Finally the relentless tickling had come to an end, but only to have torture turn into humiliation. Timor and his Goon leaned back and placed their feet one inch away from our faces. They looked at us and nodded for us to reply to the gesture. "Well boys"? Timor asked.

"Oh please sir, let us worship your feet: Austin and I chimed in. " Why would you to guys wanna worship me and my boys feet?" replied Timor.

"Because nothing would please us more then for you and your boys to slip your shoes off and have us worship your feet after you've been on such a long trip. Nothing would please us more ".

The four Thugs looked at each other and smiled with content. Timor then gave us step-by-step instructions as to what we must say and do in order to avoid further torment. First, Timor and his Goon slipped their heels out of their sweaty dress shoes. I was then ordered to slip the shoes off one by one using my nose. I was also expected to slip them off very slowly so that I could smell every inch of his feet.

Austin and I gave each other one final glance and then looked dead ahead. I watched as Timor used his right foot to free his other foot loose. The Strong raunchy musk like smell immediately assaulted my nostrils. I leaned forward and placed to nose into the heel of his dress shoe. My stomach started turning as I started gliding the shoe off. OH GOD... this all seems to be going in slow motion. As my nose went north on his sole the musk like stink only got worse. There were dark patches were he sweat the most and there was a grayish white line around the sole...guess it was sweat that collected and had kind of dried up. Finally the worse part had come to be.

I listened to my newfound Masters shoe hit the floor. I pause and looked at how wide this man’s foot was. I could feel the heat from his foot on my face. I felt tears start to fill the corners of my eyes because I knew I was about to smell the raunchy stink full force. This guy wasn't kidding when he said he hadn't had time to change since he left for America. The stink of his feet burned the inside of my nostrils and his sweat made my face tingle. "Well boy...? Timor waited for me to say something. I responded immediately because I couldn't bare the thought of going through any more tickle torture. " Oh god sir, your feet smell amazing! Please let me continue my worship"!!! He replied to this by telling me I was a good little slave and suggested I show him how much I enjoyed his stink by inhaling it slow and deep.

My stomach turned once again and I slowly lowered my nose into the guy’s smelly wet toes and began to slowly and deeply inhale the overly powerful smell. God it was horrible. My naturally instincts told me to turn my head away and get fresh air, but I knew that if I did so I would pay for it dearly. I couldn't help but crinkle my nose due to the smell though. As I inhaled the musk I felt as though I was going to faint, then suddenly after an hour of having to do this to both feet Timor stopped Austin and I. "Good job boys" he says with a low sneer. You two have obviously shown us that you love smelling our rank over worked feet so me and my boys are going to be nice and let you two beg to strip our socks off and lick our feet clean". Austin and I didn't hesitate. We both immediately starred at the ground in shame and started begging the two men to let us lick their feet to please them because they have had such I long trip and we only wanted to please them.

After we had convinced them of how badly we wanted to further worship their feet they mockingly agreed. Before it started the two Thugs insisted that Austin and I use our teeth to peel their socks off. I watched as Austin started in first. He leaned in bit the heel of the well-worn sock and started to tug it off the Goon's foot. The Thugs foot started to slowly reveal itself. The tops of his feet were very white and his heel looked very soft, very pinkish. The soles looked white and seemed to shine from sweat. Finally, his toes appeared, they were very fat, dark pink and seemed to curl. Balls of black lint were trapped in between the toes.

Timor suggested I follow his friends example or else. I leaned in. God!! There was that overly powerful smell. As I peeled off my newfound Master's socks a manly smell hit me full in the face when I got to his toes again. I immediately started to lick his bare soles. They tasted just as strong as they smelt. As my tongue dragged up with sole one by one the taste of bitter, tangy salt filled my mouth. He ordered me to start working his toes over. I closed my eyes and plunged my the tip of my tongue into his toes. My tongue found found areas between his toes filled with bitter sweat. All I could thing of was how badly I just wanted to be home.

I wish I had never had come Downtown. I managed to think of other things as I continued to lick the soles of my Abductor's feet. Finally my thoughts were broken by Timor’s voice congratulating us on a job well done. Austin and I looked at each other with relief. " Oh thank you!! I told the men. We're really glad you guys have had fun... So if you would just untie us we'll be on our way- we swore not to tell anyone about this."

"Untie you??? Boys, boys, and boys... we're not even done yet. You boys convinced us you were having just as much fun as we were. Besides you haven't even offered the same treatment to my other two men.... Don’t you think they'd like to sit and relax?? After all they have been kind enough to give you gentlemen the almost delicate care tonight.

"OH GOD- PLEASES NO MORE!!!!!" Austin blurted out suddenly. You could tell Austin had lost his pride at this point. Me however, had become just as mad at Austin as I was at these guys for even doing this to me. I mean what the hell did I do? All I did was walk into the corner store. It was Austin that started all this, not me!!! "This is all your faulty Austin!! Maybe you should learn to shut your mouth once in a while, perhaps then none of this would be happening". Austin looked at me in shook. Timor suddenly had an evil grin spread over his face again. " You know your friend is right about you. This might not be happening if you would have kept your mouth shut, but my boys and me are more then happy to have you.

However, the rules of this game should be very clear to you two by now and both of you have obviously broken them by insisting you want to leave with making sure all of us are content.... Don’t you boys wanna make your new Master's happy"??

Before either of us could talk Timor started to speak again. " Like I said...You boys know the rules. Since you've managed to break them we have no choice but to once again enforce discipline to correct this mishap". Timor started walking around me and Austin watching us and thinking of what to say. He finally sat back down in his chair and calmly folded his hands in his lap. " I suggest we modify our treatment on you boys to ensure there's no further mistakes on your boys behalf... Your young friend here was right, however, about you being to blame so...I think we shall chalk on an extra half hour of discipline to your session and let your friend watch.... Perhaps this new treatment will prove more effective".

Timor nodded to his men who were now all smiling with over anticipation. Two of the men came to our sides then lifted the raunchy socks from off the ground. Austin and I both snarled at the sight of the now crunchy socks. The men then forced our mouths open and started forcing the socks, toes first, into our mouths. They then wrapped duct tape tightly around our mouths to ensure we didn't spit the socks out. The taste of these socks was horrible. I felt this alone was punishment enough. We sat there and thought, WOW! This isn't so bad, I suppose I could handle having to deal with these raunchy socks, just so long as they don't tickle torture us again... I god I hope they don't.

Austin and me soon found out that the musky socks were to be the least of our worries. The two men that had gagged us were now behind us. I felt a pair of large hands grab my pants and pull them to my knees along with my doors. My cock and balls were suddenly pressed against this table.... That didn't last long either. The man then reached under the table and suddenly a piece of the table popped out and my junk fell into a hole. I REALLY started to panicky by this point and Timor and his boys seemed to enjoy the reaction. I looked over to see that Austin must have been going through the same mental fuck as I was. I had never felt so violated. Were these guys going to hurt my cock, even worse, my balls???... Holy shit!! This can't be happening. I don't want some guy touching my cock period!! I know for a fact that Austin sure as hell doesn't want any guy near his package.

My eyes started to tear from fear and anxiety. My eyes started watering even herded when I saw the men pick up the feathers they were using earlier then disappear behind us. As I sat bound, gagged and helpless my thoughts were suddenly side tracked be an over stimulating sensation. One of the goons had sat under the table and had started teasing my cock and balls with the feather. I could hear him saying, "Heehaw" as he dragged the feather's tip down my shaft then swirled it around my balls. The sensation was too much.

My cock started to swell, and swell fast. I felt so embarrassed. I tried to ignore the feather, but my cock only got bigger and bigger. Finally, the feather stopped and I heard a bottle up. The Thug opened a bottle of lube and drenched my cock in it. " No fucking way"!! I sat helplessly and felt this large hand stroke my balls and slow jerk my shaft. Occasionally he'd pull my dick back and rub the head to make me go insane. When ever the guys did this the either Austin or me they would sit and laugh at our reactions. I was getting close to Cumming and the Thug knew it because he started taunting me- "Heehaw Heehaw...might wanna try and told back. You don't wanna know what's next".

Holy crap what is next I wondered? Suddenly Austin sounded like he was about to cum. Both guys started stroking our cocks fast and hard. AAAAAHHHHHHHHH...OhhhHHH!!!!!! I moaned through my gage loudly as my balls shot off like two Cannons. Austin shot his load almost immediately after me. I sat there and thought of how good it felt to pop my rocks off. Then I suddenly realized that something else was to happen because even though a guy just got my dick off I would have to say that was no torment. My curiosity didn't take long to be cured for Timor immediately stood up and started speaking to us in a low, calm voice.

"Glad to see you boys have let off some tension!! I just educate you on some effects an orgasm has real quick. You see boys after a guy has an orgasm his body gives off three separate Amino Acids. These three Amine’s spread through the body and cause a sedative, or rather, relaxing effect on the body, which can be quite pleasant. However, These Amine’s also cause the nerve sensory system to kick it up a notch." Timor paused then continued " In other words, if you boys thought you were ticklish before then let us show you just how unbearably ticklish you are now. This last treatment aught to do the trick in breaking you. This punishment is going to take about two hours... but believe me when this will make you boys faithful Foot Pigs who are more then willing to serve".

From behind the two men securely grabbed our feet by the bounds then picked up the feathers. "MmmmmmMMMMmmmMm.MMMMMMMMMMMmmmm....mmmmmmMM..." Both Austin and I tried pleading through our salty gags, but it was no use. The feathers slowly descended onto our, now hyper sensitive, to start their assault. The feather made contact with my foot then started gliding. From heel to toe, from toe to heel, from heel to toe then switch feet.

MmmmmmmmHHaaaaa...HHHAMMMMMMMMAMMAAAAAAAMHHhhh....MMMMaaa......MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmMmm..Ha Timor was right. I couldn't handle this even for one second, not after Cumming. I felt as though electricity was running through me with each stroke of the feather. Tears flow out of my eyes as my body thrashed against the bonds. It had only been a half hour and I thought I was going to die. A sour vinegar like fume coming from the socks gagged in my mouth filled the little bit of air I managed to breath in and my chest felt as though it was going to explode at any minute. I could fill Austin thrash hard against the table. His face was cherry red and he had tears flowing like a river on his face. The tears dispersed into the air as he thrashed involuntarily. As my head started to spin I noticed a couple of shadows suddenly lurking over me Austin and I. There stood Timor and his third Goon starring down smiling with delight. He asked the two Goons if they needed any help and the two smiled then nodded yes. Timor and his boy then knelt down and sat on a couple cushioned footstools. Timor and his guy starred into our tear filled eyes. and smiled. Timor then leaned in and said " Ready or not".

With that the Timor leaned further in and pulled my shirt as far up as possible while the third Goon gave the same treatment to Austin. " PLEASE NO....GOD NO I’ll DO ANYTHING YOU ASK OF ME, PLEASE! DON'T"! I tried to plea but to no avail, the gag only muffled my words. " What's that slave??... Oh!!! you want me to tickle you mercilessly until you break"?? Timor asked mockingly. "MMMmmmHhMmmmhhh!!!! I fell the Thugs fingers dart to my ribs on both sides and start tickling. MMMMMMmmmm BHAaa.......BbbbahhHHHh.....MHAHAHAHAHHhhhaa.... I lost my breath at the first touch. My thighs started cramping from trying to coal up for so long. Finally, I heard Timor say one last thing- " Ok boys, it's the last hour. Let's do feet and pits for the remaining of time".

Fingertips launched into my pits and my body instantly thrashed upwards. About ten minutes in my mind went blank.

I finally awoke, still bound. My gage had been removed. I immediately looked to see if Austin was still next to me. He was lying there, bound as well, yet free to speak once again. Austin and I sat there, our body cold, aching horribly. Neither of us could speak due to the tremendous tickling he had received. The sun started to climb the morning sky over downtown and fill Suite 214. As the morning light hit us our bodies glowed from the sweat. I felt broken, I have to strength left to fight nor do I have my pride. Looking at Austin I realize he's been broken too. As Austin and I lay bound in the razing sun I started to wonder where the four Euro Thugs had gone. My questioning mind was answered only too soon for now I could hear the sound of eight dress shoes clacking our way.

"So glad you boys have awaken in time to enjoy the morning with us. Too bad you passed out through your session.. we stayed true to our word and gave your friend that extra half hour- just as we promised" Timor says to me. I sat in silence with my friend wonder what was to happen next. Timor then broke the silence and gave some quick orders " Ok boys, let get those shoes and socks back on the slaves feet"!

Austin and me lit up with delight. " Oh thank you, Thank you so much Sir!! Oh god Austin, thank god it's finally over" . Timor suddenly looked very sternly at me. " Who said anything about letting you go"?? Timor asked. " WHAT?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? BU..BUUU..BUT YOU JUST TOLD YOUR BOYS TO OUT OUR SHOES BACK ON????

Just then the front door opened in the other room. Suddenly I saw an older man walk in and behind him are ten other men. The first man was obviously an older Italian man. From the looks of him and the ten other men they all appeared to be very wealthy and well dress. Timor walks up and says " I'm glad to see you’re found you’re way boss. I trust that your clientele will appreciate the two new slaves".

Slaves???? Clientele???? I thought to myself as a deep fear ran through me. The eleven men then started gathering around us as the Goons went and grabbed plush chairs for all of them to sit in. Timor then came and sat on his footstool and once again leaned in then whispered " Like I was saying before.. My boys and me are here on business. Pehaps we should have made things more clearer to you on what type of business we do. We are in the business of gathering up fetish slaves for good paying clientele over in Eastern Europe. These men have flown all the way over here to bid on you two, make a purchase and then smuggle you into Europe....Of coarse...we let our clientelle have a "test drive " before purchase so it's going to be a long morning. Me and my boys just wanted to give you a little taste of your soon to be new life".

Timor got up then snapped his fingers. His men then opened a bag and pulled out ten stiff new feathers. " Ok Gentlemen, who would like to go first? I assure you that both young men are EXTREMELY ticklish, as you'll soon find out. Also, both boys have been trained on proper foot worship". A tall broad shouldered Italian man raises his hand. Timor point gestures him and and then takes a seat. The man walked in front of me and Austin and knelt down. He had green eyes, dark tan skin and a short beard. The man looked me in the eyes as he waved a feather to and fro before my face. Suddenly the man put his mouth to my ear and whispered " COOCHY COOCHY COO".