What A Knockout Night With A Boxer: Part 1
by MarkDavisNelson

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I was always excited for the movie night me and my cousins held because this was a always a chance for me to see my one cousin’s husband Chris.

Chris was 22 years old, 6’1” and well-built because he worked out frequently, being a boxer. He had the bad-boy look (really good looking), manly face, with a semi-shaved hair, pierced ear, and a well-trimmed beard; he had also a white smile that was really gorgeous which added to his appeal, and spoke with a really low, manly voice. Every time I went to their place, he would walk around in front of us wearing just his pants and his high-cut Jordan basketball shoes most of the time. He looked so hot just walking around half-naked in his pants and basketball shoes with his muscles, his bare chest, his abs, six packs, and his armpits being showcased in front of us. This would always make me fantasize about him being tied up spread-eagle being tickle- tortured under my mercy.

Now, with a body like his, I thought that he liked to showcase his body, and feet, around. One of my agenda was to find out if he was also into feet, like me, or getting his feet played with. This was because he also liked walking around with his socks on and he frequently took his shoes off in front of everyone. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I felt that he was always teasing us with his socked feet. He was also into shoes-- he had many pairs of Jordan basketball shoes that he wore every time I saw him. These intrigued me a lot, making me want to always see him and really find out if he was into feet, or shoes, or doesn’t matter which one.

It was Saturday night and it was my cousin and Chris’ turn to host the movie night. Tonight was even better because my cousin was out of town and Chris, was alone at home. I went to their apartment much earlier than usual knowing that he would be alone, and JACKPOT! I arrived in their apartment with Chris just on his boxer shorts and sporty ankle socks parading around their apartment as he was getting ready for the night. He looked even hotter with his well chiseled body shown like that at that time, naked with just boxers and socks. With the rush of adrenaline running through my veins as I looked at him just in his boxers and socks, also knowing that my cousin was out of town, and me and Chris were all alone in the apartment, I adamantly decided to actually do the move on him before everybody else arrived for the movie night or, if not, before the night ended. Besides tickling him, I had always wanted to feel Chris’ socked feet, run my fingers along the arches of his soles and just grab his feet and grip them and smell them. I thought that touching them candidly as we were alone, however, would be enough for me as I didn’t want to compromise our relationship by doing something radically perverted--him being straight and married to my cousin and me just a fantasizing spectator of him. I was afraid that by grabbing his feet, or doing anything drastic, would freak him out specially that I would really get nervous and would shake every time I saw a pair of socked feet and get the chance to feel them, and that may make him think that I was up to something weird.
As I sat on their couch watching t.v. and contemplating about my approach on how to get him to let me touch his feet tonight, Chris suddenly sat on the couch opposite to where I was sitting. We were watching the mixed martial arts when suddenly he propped up his socked feet on the small table in front of me. I could see the mark of his soles at the bottom of his white socks. His big feet had soles that had a perfectly shaped arc. I started to lose concentration on the t.v. and couldn’t take my eyes of his socked feet. My heart started to pound once again. Amid his cheering as he watched the fight and my quiet contemplation about my approach on how to make him let me touch his socked feet, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. On my way to the bathroom, I came across his Jordan hightop basketball shoes in the hallway next to his used socks. I grabbed them and took them to the bathroom with me. I was still shaking when I grabbed one of his shoes and inhaled the aroma of his socked feet left in his shoe. This made me really hard. The inside of his shoe smelled like a little bit of sweat but didn’t really stink-- just the way I liked it. I looked at the shoe size and it was size 13. I then grabbed the pair of socks and pressed them on my nose. The sweaty smell gave me butterflies in my stomach. I put the pair of socks in my pocket, regained my composure, and decided my approach on how to make him let me touch his socked feet and/or let me tickle him tonight. I wasn’t just gonna let him go tonight, I thought.

As I got back to the living room, I found him lying down on the floor trying to do some stretching. I asked him if he was alright and he said his legs cramped. He told me that he went jogging in the afternoon and didn’t really get the chance to stretch well after his ran. He asked me if I could grab his leg and stretch him. My heart pounded once again . . . an opportunity, I thought! I just thought to myself to not to screw this chance up by acting weird. I grabbed his socked left foot and stretched his leg towards him as he lied down on the floor. I then proceeded to his socked right foot and stretched his leg really hard towards him. As I was doing it, I grabbed his socked feet and just pressed them, tightly holding them, with my grip. I grabbed the side of his foot and placed my grip unto the curve of his sole with my fingers as I held his ankle. I repositioned my grip to find the most comfortable spot to hold his ankle. I looked at him and he had his eyes shut, satisfying himself as he was being stretched as I was satisfying myself with his feet. I remained calm amid the rush of adrenaline inside me as I had the opportunity to just grab his socked feet and just do something drastic like sniff them.

I wanted to take advantage of his position while his eyes were shut. Securing his ankles with my grip, I took the chance and leaned a bit forward with my face close to his socked foot in order to take a whiff of it. It was a move of desperation on my part as this position was an opportunity to just instantly sniff his socked foot. The smell was kinda intoxicating with his manly feet smell after a good run. His manly feet’s scent was pure ecstasy to me. After taking an instant whiff, I couldn’t resist and just scratched his soles with my fingers and teased him “ticklessss.” But he yanked his leg out of my hand and laughed and said “don’t do that man, my feet are ticklish.” I laughed but turned around because I didn’t want him to see my boner. As much as I wanted to grab his socked feet again, I told myself not to for fear of freaking him out. But for sure for tonight, I told myself that I was going to get his socked feet and tie him up for some tickle torture. I still had my adrenaline and asked for a beer as he went to get a shower and get ready for the night. I kept my cool the whole movie night--excited, lurking behind him with my hidden agenda of tickle torturing him and inhaling his manly sweaty feet even more and pressing his soles onto my face when I’d get him all alone once again after the movie night and everyone would be gone and he would be all mine. He didn’t know what was in store for him.

Part II

Everyone had left and I knew that Chris had a bit to drink tonight. As he was about to start cleaning up, I invited him to come and drink some more with me having the thought that him drinking more would make it easier for me to just make him let me play with his socked feet or even tie him up to be tickle tortured. Having no work Sunday, we decided to just sit and have a drink, beer and vodka. We started to talk about my school and his work. I suddenly shifted the topic of conversation to the new shoes he was wearing. “Nice shoes,” I complimented. “Ah thanks,” he said back. “I got them this week. I really like these types--high cut shoes.” To which I replied after carefully crafting my words, “haha, yea you seem to get new ones all the time. Can I see ‘em?” He took off his left shoe. I closely watched him slid his shoe off revealing clean white socks. He kept blabbering on about his shoes but the butterflies in my stomach kept me from listening on. I had a hard on just watching his socked foot and really wanted to take a whiff of it. He handed me his shoe and I could smell the aroma of sweat emanating from it; but, it did not really stink. I could feel the warmth of the inside of his shoe. I stuck my hand inside his shoe, pretending I was checking something. “Haha, nasty,” he said sheepishly as he took his vodka shot. The warmth of the inside made my heart pound once again. “Yea man haha,” I said as I handed it back. “This shoe is tight.” As he was putting his shoe back on, I took a whiff of my hand, after desperately wanting to take a sniff of his warm shoe. I didn’t realize he saw me take a whiff of my hand.

“Did you just smell your hand you stuck inside my shoe?” I felt butterflies in my stomach and thought to myself that I was busted.

“Ah no man, I just scratched my nose,” I said sheepishly but nervously. “Why would I want to smell your sweaty stinky socked feet?”

“Ah no man, you totally smelled your hand with my feet’s stink on it.” He handed me a bottle of beer and kept on talking. “Hey man, I had caught you staring at my socked feet before. But hey I understand. I like feet also, girl’s feet though. But I have also been curious on getting attention to my feet by a guy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m straight but yea. Haha, crap, I’ve had too much to drink . . . I’ve always wanted to have a guy really worship my feet but I really can’t find anyone I trust enough to do it.”

I sat there, took a shot and tried to formulate a response. My heart was pounding due to this revelation from my really hot cousin. He was sitting across me. I suddenly stood up and nervously made my way in front of him. I grabbed his left foot and I took a deep inhalation of the part of his shoe where his ankle was showing. “Hey man, I really am into guy’s feet,” I nervously confessed to him. “I like their smell, their manliness and their size, and everything about them. And also I’m into tickling them.”

“Wow, this is weird. I hope you’re for real. I don’t want to compromise everything that I have,” he said. “But screw it! Tickling? Uhhhmmm, I’m not really into tickling but I’m pretty open minded,” he said. “I think I’m really ticklish. I’ve heard of tickling but really haven’t thought of being tickled myself. But maybe I want to try it.”

“Yeahh!” I thought to myself. “Hey, you trust me right?”

“What do you have in mind?,” he said curiously.

I went to their kitchen and found some ropes and a duct tape. I told him that I was going to worship his feet but on one condition, he had to be tied up and be tickle tortured by me. It was somewhat a win-win situation for the both of us, but of course it benefited me more than him. He agreed, being curious himself. He took two more shots and grabbed a bottle of beer. We proceeded to a bedroom in their apartment. I told him to lie down on the bed and take his shirt of.

He begun to seem pretty apprehensive when I grabbed his arm and tied it tightly to the bar of the bed. I grabbed his other arm and tied it tightly on the other opposite side of the head of the bed. I had his arms stretched out, spread eagle position. His armpits were now easily accessible. He started to sweat a little bit, his soft chest was glimmered by the sweat his body was starting to produce. His muscles were flexed due to the tight and spread out fashion of how he was tied. He looked at me with some apprehension and said, “hey dude, this may not be a good idea.”

If I was him, I would think the same thing. A guy being tightly tied to a bed like that with his armpits exposed like that and knowing that he’s ticklish, it would make him really nervous. I told him that it was going to be ok and I would stop if I thought I had to.

“What?” he said in horror. “Come on man, let me out of this thing.” As he said that, i dug my fingers into his armpits. In an instant, he screamed and laughed really hard. “HAHA, come on man. It tickles so bad!” I continued and found one of his most ticklish spots, the top of his armpits and his sides. I tickled him and stayed on the top of his armpits. This made him crazy. He tried bulking but couldn’t because of being tied tightly. He tried to move away his arms from my tickling hands but he couldn’t being tied tightly. He started to kick really hard, trying to get away. I straddled him and just dug deeper into his armpits. I got his sides--in a massaging, pressing technique and this made him laugh even harder. Him being tied up that way made him more ticklish.

“Hey, hahaha...I feel real vulnerable! There’s no way out of here. I can’t move!,” he said losing his breath. “Please take it easy . . . hahaha . . . stop!!!!” Chris laughed so hard. He said his belly hurt from laughing really hard. He begged me to stop for a bit. Him begging and struggling like that made me hard. Seeing a hot, athletic, masculine guy under my tickle torture mercy was really hot. I wanted to cum from being real hard but just stopped tickling him in order to prevent going. I wanted to enjoy the tickling more.
“Phew! F@ck man. I thought I was gonna die. My jaw and belly started to hurt from the laughing because of the tickling. And I thought you weren’t gonna stop, I felt really vulnerable and exposed haha . . . It’s like, uhhhmm, really painful, you know what I mean. Like it’s really ticklish but at the same time really painful?” He said relieved that I stopped. I laughed but proceeded to his feet. I grabbed his left foot and started to unlace his shoe. I removed his shoe and immediately pressed the inside into my nose. It smelled of sweat and it being warm made the smell more intoxicating. I then grabbed his white socked foot and pressed his sole unto my nose. His size 13 curled as I inhaled its warm smell. “Ohhhhhhhh, do you like that?” he asked looking satisfied himself. I inhaled inbetween his toes as he wiggled them. I went to his right foot, unlaced his shoe and pulled it off his foot. I once again pressed the inside of his shoe into my nose and inhaled its warmth and smell of sweat. I, again, immediately grabbed his warm socked right foot and pressed it unto my nose. The smell was really satisfying, me thinking that I was gonna cum there and then.

Moving on, I pulled his pants off, to which he objected at first, but I insisted. Then, I grabbed his foot and tied it tightly to the end of the bed. I grabbed his other foot and tied it on the opposite side. He was now stretched out real tight. “Oh no,” he lamented. “Not again.” He now only had his, this time, boxer briefs and socks on. This 6’1” athletic -bad boy was now entirely mine to tickle torture and worship. His muscles were flexed, arms and legs stretched out, and couldn’t move away from my sadistic thoughts and especially, torturing hands. He tried bulking but he couldn’t. “Oh no,” he nervously said once again. “Why did I ever agree to this agai . . .?” Before he could ever finish, I immediately, once again, hit his most ticklish spot, his armpits. “HAhahaha, please, ugh ugh . . . stoooppp.” He struggled so much trying to get his armpits away from my aggressive fingers. This was a gratifying situation for me, especially that my sadistic pleasures would not stop my fingers in torturing this fine young man tied in front of me and solely mine to tickle torture. “AHHHHHHH please stooppp . . .” he now struggled really hard. But I noticed his cock started to erect. “Ohhh, are you liking this Chris?” I teased him as he replied, “screw you, hahaha . . .” I proceeded to his sides and pressed really hard, sending him into hysterics. “Ah, oh nooo . . .”

After about five minutes, I stopped and proceeded to his socked feet. I scratched his soles with my fingers and that again sent him laughing. Wanting more reaction from his foot, I decided to raise the level of my torture. I looked for a massage oil and a brush. “What are you gonna do with those?” he said more apprehensively. “Ah, I just want to scrape something,” I said teasing him. I removed his sock and oiled up his left foot. “Oh no f@cking way,” he said looking at me nervously. I took the brush and scraped it on his big soft sole. “OOHHHH AHHH, that’s excruciatingly ticklish” he moaned. “Geezzz dude, it’s really ticklish uh uh but it’s really painfu . . . haha” He couldn’t finish his sentence and begun to laugh again. This time, there was more of a moaning due to the extreme pain he was getting from the tickling. The brush was scraping his soles and all he could do was laugh or scream to ameliorate his situation. After about five minutes, I turned to his right foot and removed his socks. I oiled it up and begun scraping it with the brush. “Ahhh man, that hurts,” he exclaimed. “Please stop!” I dug the brush deeper into his sole and he started to cry then laugh harder. He was tortured so bad that his face turned really red. He started to sweat profusely--adding more to the glistening of his body. He pulled his ropes but couldn’t even budge to the slightest. All he could do was to take the torture. “Please man, stop . . . hahaha,” he begged.

I tickled him until he started to lose his breath. He struggled a lot during this torment, and as much as I wanted to push him further, I decided to stop tickling him. He saw my boner and said, “you really loved torturing me didn’t you?” I laughed and grabbed his socks. I thought I had to really go and knowing that jerking off in front of him would be crossing the line, I decided to go to the bathroom leaving him still tied up. As I was walking away, he was protesting and demanding to be untied. I ignored him and shut the bathroom door. Inside the bathroom, I pressed his socks on my nose and jerked myself off with his protesting, demanding and yelling to be untied as a music for my personal finale.