True
Story - A Night With Warren
by Covetmon
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I was a very lucky to meet Warren
We me on the internet, went on a few dates, and had sex a few times,
Normal sex. We kinda wanted to see if we could date officially.
Our timing was bad, so we just remained friends. And that was even
better for the both of us. Now we were friends with benefits
I thought about this as I drove to spend the day with Warren.
Warren was my kind of sexy man. And apparently I was also his cup
of tea. He ticked all my boxes; he was an older guy, me being 26
and him being 39. He was blond and an extreme gym buff. He worked
out so his chest and arms were perfectly chiselled and defined and
completely straight looking and acting. When he held me in those
arms I would melt. He was about 6 foot tall, with blue eyes and
a devilish grin. But the best by far was his feet.
Warren had size 13 feet. And as we dated I got to find out that
playing with his feet in any way, made this big sexy hunk turn into
a submissive tender foot.
He told me how his previous boyfriend never liked giving his feet
any attention. What a shame that was. Warren took good care of his
feet. Even though he went to a gym every day, his feet showed no
signs of abuse.
I also found out that being a big muscular guy, he was also a big
softie. He loved having other guys take control over him and the
smaller they were to him the hotter it was. That’s why I guess
we fit so well. He also had a high sex drive and could go all night
once he got into it….just like me.
It soon became a game between us when we got together to test our
limits. Taking turns, one of us would do whatever we wanted to the
other and see how long they lasted. This led us to find out things
about ourselves that both shocked and amazed us both.
On this night as I drove it was my turn. And I planned to get Warren
all trussed up for the night and at the mercy of my tickling fingers.
I drove up to his house and Warren was waiting for me by the door.
It was 10:00 in the morning and the day was warm and summery.
“Hey Warren” I said as I got out the car “ready
for some fun?” I was really excited. The only thing that concerned
me was how I would tie him up; I forgot to bring anything with.
Warren would see to that though
“Hey Rory” he replied from the top of his stairs, a
beer in his hand. Warren was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with his
big black socks and sneakers on. He had just gotten home from a
friend’s house.
“Come on inside, want a drink? I thought we could chat a bit,
can’t wait to hear what you have planned.”
I followed him inside and we started to chat over a beer sitting
on his sofa. Catching lasted for an hour and by then we each had
about 1 and half beers, so we were pretty relaxed. It turns out
he had gone clubbing with a few friends, and so had been dancing
all night. He said he didn’t have time to take a shower, so
warned me that he would smell sweaty. This made me more excited,
that would mean those gorgeous feet of his would be hot and sweaty.
“So…what are we doing today?” Warren asked with
that devilish smile.
I explained what I wanted to do with him and he listened intently.
A Fantasy I have always had is to tickle and milk a hot executive.
A big hot executive…like Warren.
I explained that side of it to him, but left out the part about
the tickling, I wanted that to be a surprise.
I began to lay the scene out for him – this got me hornier
as I told him my plans.
Warren had some left over bondage stuff that he once showed me.
We never got a chance to use up till now. They were left by his
ex when they broke up. Apparently his ex was into bondage and planned
to dominate Warren before they split up. I planned to make use of
them tonight.
After telling Warren about my fantasy of tying up a hot executive
against his will and then slowly bringing him to climax, he rushed
up to his room and broke out the bondage gear.
I was left with the gear while Warren went back upstairs and changed
into a suit. I told him to keep the socks on – not wanting
to lose any of the sexy sweat they no doubt had created in his tight
shoes. I Meanwhile set up the scene in his lounge.
Warren lived in a spacious apartment. All open plan with a loft
upstairs. Beside the sofa was a firm steel framed armchair with
lots of upholstery. The chair was oversized and had a high back
and the arms flared out to the sides. This was the important component
in making my fantasy real.
I positioned the restraints around the chair, they were large heavy
duty leather cuffs with steel rings perfect for looping intricate
bondage while keeping the prey all comfy, or as comfy as a person
in bondage could be. The arms restraints were draped over the top,
so I could tighten them and bring his arms up above his head. I
spread the leg restraints. I planned to drape his legs apart over
the arms the chair. This would give me access to his ass and cock.
“Well…is this okay?” he called up from the top
of the stairs.
I looked up and immediately my cock began to get hard. He looked
perfect. I couldn’t wait to get started.
Warren stood at the top of the stairs in a charcoal grey suit. Upon
closer inspection I realised it had a faint pinstripe. The cut fit
his frame perfectly. The pants tightly hugged his bubble but, and
the jacket outlined his broad shoulders and strained against his
muscular arms. Underneath the jacket Warren had a white shirt and
a matching silk tie. He even went as far as putting on his reading
glasses to complete the look. I was transfixed.
“Wow…you look amazing…” was all I could
manage to say. My mouth open in a look of amazement. He had nailed
my ideal idea of a hot executive, he was the spitting image.
As he walked down the stairs I heard his footsteps and my eyes were
drawn to his feet.
His shoes were hot! Warren had selected a pair of square tipped
Italian leather shoes. They were shiny and black with corded laces.
It was obvious these shoes were brand new or had never been worn
more than once.
“I hate these shoes. I bought them and the suit for a friend’s
wedding. They really hurt my feet. After wearing them my feet are
real sensitive.”
I took note of that. If I didn’t think the shoes were perfect
before, the added information made them even better.
Warren walked down the stairs and I guided him to the chair by his
arm. I could feel that he was really tense, but eager. Clearly the
idea of being tied up was making him scared and also excited.
I let Warren have a seat and began to tie him up.
I walked behind the chair and had him raise his arms above his head.
I fixed the wrist restraints on and linked them together so his
arms were bound at his wrists with a little space in between his
hands from the link. I then used the rope that I had set up earlier
to tighten his arms against the back of the chair bent at the elbow
over the top.
As I moved around to the front Warren tested the restraints and
pulled against them. I watched his nervous expression and his muscles
flex in his jacket.
When I got the front I grabbed one foot by the ankle and raised
it over the arm of the chair to his left, and then the other foot
to the right. this spread his legs apart like a medical table does.
His ass was now on the edge of the chair and vulnerable. Warren
was starting to get hard, as a small tent started to pitch against
his zipper.
I fastened the ankle restraints above his socks over the pants legs
and pulled them tight. Thanks to the work I had done before I was
able to tie a loop around the rope pulling his arms and secured
the rope running from each ankle under the chair to this. Now if
Warren tried to pull loose, he would find himself pulling against
his own strength reinforced by the rope.
I gazed at Warren sporting a raging hard on in my pants. He pulled
a bit against the restraints and his muscles flexed. His tried pulling
his legs off the arms, but I had positioned them so his knees bent
over the arms preventing movement. He flexed his pelvis up, and
I watched his crotch rise and his ass try and clench, but the bondage
had made that almost impossible. The more he struggled the more
his body became stuck in between the chair and bondage.
Warren began to sweat and lick his lips preparing himself for whatever
it was I planned to do to him.
I moved in between his legs and pressed my chest against his crotch
as my hands started to loosen the tie and undo his buttons slowly.
Warren watched my hands and his breathing started to slow. A small
curved smile was on his face whether he knew it or not. I spread
his shirt open around his sides, and left his tie on lying across
his chest. His stomach muscles and abs were taut and his armpits
with small bushes of blond hair were now exposed. The heat of the
moment and the air caused small drops of sweat to run down from
his armpits.
I began to unbutton his pants. Warren didn’t need a belt since
this suit was tailored. It would have come off anyway.
I pulled down his zipper and noticed Warren had decided to forgo
underwear. His semi hard boner greeted me instead and flopped against
his stomach, a thin pearl of precum on the cut tip of his mushroom.
Warrens cock was amazing, a thick long pole, that became veiny and
sensitive as he got harder. Warren like me shaved so his ball sack
was smooth and pink and hung from his cock. I pulled the pants down
as far as his legs would allow. This added another layer of bondage
and gave me access to his pink ass hole.
I put my finger against his puckering anus. Warren gasped and his
arms flexed as his ass tried to clench shut. I began to trace my
finger around the virgin flesh as Warren jolted in the chair.
“Uhhh…Ohhhh….Oh God, that’s amazing…NO….not
there…uggggh” he moaned.
I felt his pucker open and close like a pair of lips. They were
trying to stop my invading finger, but slowly its defence was failing.
After a while of subtle tickling with my finger, I was able to get
slow access to Warren’s g-spot.
“That’s it! Yeah, do it! Just like that! Uh huh! Uh
Huh! Uh huh!” Warren’s little virgin hole was now dancing
on my finger. Small shrieks and moans erupted as he found himself
fucking my finger, pushing his hole over the tip, letting my nail
scrape the inside.
I then used my free hand to pull and tweak his nipples on his hairless
chest. Using the tips of my fingers I worked his nips up. They were
pinched and rubbed, pulled and flicked as his ass was titillated
by my finger. His chest rose to meet my fingers and Warren moaned
even louder and louder.
After half an hour I had Warren break out into a light sweat. His
eyes were rolling and he shook his head side to side. His nipples
were sensitive and he would gasp from the slightest touch to them.
They stood up proud and pink, like two little cones. His hips rhythmically
bounced his ass against my finger. I let only the tip slide into
his ass now, and felt the warm lips of his manhole kiss my finger
like a lover. Teasing them with light strokes.
His proud cock was flopping from side to side on his stomach, a
warm trail of precum had started to trail down his side mixing with
his sweat. Warren was in heaven. Leaving my finger to do its work
I reached to my side with my free hand and began to undo his left
shoe.
I slowly undid the corded lace and watched as the leather began
to loosen. Warren tried through squinted vision to see what I was
up to. I slipped the leather shoe off his foot and watched him flex
his toes as my finger danced on his pucker. Warren’s damp
black cotton sock clung to his sweaty foot. Below the toes, along
his heel and the ball of his foot were dark sweat patches, darker
than the rest of the sweaty sock. I loved the fact that Warren had
sweaty feet. They never smelt bad but always of a rugged manliness.
the scent of musky leather drifted up from the warm foot.
I started to slide the sock down to his heel. Then grabbing the
top of the sock I pulled upwards and watched with a lustful gaze
as the fabric began to slide across the sole and off his perfect
toes.
Warren’s feet were pink on the bottom and sensitive from his
tight shoes. I started the remove his other shoe, slowly untying
the laces as I continued to goose his ass hole listening to Warren
moan in tortured pleasure. The other sock was just as damp and his
foot was just as pink as the other.
“Ugh….oh God….what the hell are you doing….it
feels so good. C’mon you’re teasing me….ugh”
Was all Warren managed to say as I removed his shoes.
I decided it was time to have my fun with Warren’s feet.
My fingers stopped their assault on his ass, and I moved each hand
to his feet and began to massage them. Warren flexed his feet in
my hands and began to relax.
“aaaahhaa…..shit….fuck that is so relaxing…”
he said softly as his eyes began to close and his body began to
relax.
I kept up the massage for 10 minutes rubbing my knuckles against
the bottom of his feet. They turned deep red and Warren’s
reactions to the massage became stronger as well. My plan was to
make his feet extra sensitive and a focal point of his torture.
Warren’s eyes were closed and his lips parted in pure relaxation.
I decided now was the time to sample his hot feet. I lent to my
left and slowly brought my head down beside his sole and sucked
his big red toe into my mouth.
“FUCK….Ohhh FUCK!.....” Warren yelled as his body
went taut. His foot and toes were so sensitive that my mouth might
as well have been a live wire. I sucked the toe hard, and tasted
the salty goodness of his sweat eliciting moans from Warren. I then
moved my mouth along his foot and gave each toe a hard suck. As
I worked my way down to his little toe, his reactions became louder.
I then moved my tongue in between his toes amid gasps of ecstasy
from Warren, my tongue was slid across his soft skin and down to
the ball of his foot, where I began to gently nibble.
“SHIIIITT…..FUCK…..Oh My God….” Was
all I heard. Warren was pulling against the restraints again, but
the gently foot scrubbing I was giving him with my mouth was slowly
sapping his energy. His toes wiggled and he tried to scrunch his
foot but nibbling the wrinkles this made just forced him to flex
them.”
I continued to lick, nibble and suck Warrens left foot until it
was shining with my saliva. The only rest Warren had was when I
changed to the other foot, where I proceeded to do the same thing.
Sweat was trickling down Warren’s chest and his face was pink.
His eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy and his twisted as much as
it could from side to side. The only sound in the room was the large
beefy man moaning and slow slurping noises from my mouth.
During all this stimulation Warrens cock had become erect and stood
proudly above his stomach. On the tip drops of precum would gather
and dribble down the veiny sides.
I moved back between his legs and slowly engulfed just the head
of his large thick cock in my mouth. I used my hands to gently stroke
the bottom of Warren’s saliva covered feet and I began to
suckle his cock head.
“Uhhhh….Gah….mmmmm….Fuuuuucccck. Ohhhh….”
Warren cried as my warm mouth slowly began to move down his shaft.
the gentle tickling of his sensitive feet, forced his hips to buck
feeding his cock into my mouth, brining yelps and moans from his
lips. I kept my mouth gently over half his cock, using my lips to
hold the member in place.
I let Warren continue to buck and face fuck me, pulling against
the restraints trying to jam as much of his meat down my throat
as they would allow.
Soon I felt his cock tip grow stiff in my mouth and moved my tongue
around his swollen head, slurping his precum as I went.
Warren had gone into a slight erotic trance. His legs kept trying
to pull his feet away from my gentle strokes but that would force
his cock into my mouth where I would give the head a hard suck and
swirl my tongue around his piss slit. Pulling away was would cause
his cock to slide against my mouth and elicit electric sensations
down his cock and force his legs out back to my waiting fingers.
The rhythm was perfect, Warren was going to bring himself to ball
busting orgasm. It wasn’t long before I felt his cock go rigid
in my mouth and looked up to see a Warren throw his head back against
the chair and open his mouth wide to howl in orgasmic release.
“uuuUUGGGGHHH HHHUHHHU AAAAAAH!!!!!FUCKIN SHIT…OH MY
GOD” he cried as white hot jizz shot from his cock against
my throat.
His body locked rigidly as he shot load after load, which I happily
slurped up. His feet were scrunched up and he flexed his toes every
time a load was shot. Warren was milking himself and he didn’t
even realise it.
I kept up my slow suction gulping the salty goodness down.
Warren shot five hefty loads before his orgasm started to subside.
He was exhausted, the orgasm robbing him of all his strength. Laying
in the restraints, his chest heaving I let his cock slip from my
lips.
Warren didn’t expect what I planned next. I love the fact
that after a big orgasm the body is left even more sensitive. It
was now time to tickle Warren.
I left Warren to regain his composure on the chair and walked to
my bag of tricks in the Kitchen. Warren tried to turn his head to
see what I was doing, but the restraints held him in place.
I returned to my position between his legs and stared at the sweaty
hunk, and produced my toys.
“Wha….what are those for…?” Warren managed
through his short breaths. I had produced the following items for
Warren to consider, an electric toothbrush, a feather and some slippery
oil. I also produced a cock ring to keep the fun going.
Warren gazed at the items and his eyes darted from them to my Grinning
Face.
“Please…” he pleaded softly “ you cant be
serious?”
I was serious. Up until tonight, I had only ever tickled Warren
playfully and not for very long. I wanted to see just how ticklish
he was and how far I could push him. I hoped that after tonight
he would become my tickle slave.
I started to apply the oil to the bottom of his soles, working it
in between his toes. Warren continued to plead with me, his eyes
wide with surprise that this was happening. After his soles were
shiny and slick again I applied my oily hands to his flaccid cock.
“Uuurgh, aaah…..shiiiiitttt…” Warren said
through clenched teeth, as my hands slowly and methodically worked
his cock up into another raging boner. I had formed a circle with
on hand and slid that up and down his shaft while my other hand
slowly fondled his heavy nuts. Once his cock was erect like a shiny
totem pole I gently placed the cock ring around the base and encircled
his balls. His giant member twitched and jerked for a bit after
my hands left him and the engorged helmet head started to turn a
deeper shade as it filled with blood.
I took Warrens socks and held them to my nose again for a long sniff,
causing my own cock to grow and drip.
I picked up the electric toothbrush in one hand and positioned it
below his left foot. Using my other hand I bent back Warrens toes
making his sole taunt.
“Please, please, please…..Aaaargh Haahhaaaa Aaaah Hee
Hee” Warren screamed as the bristles came to life and were
applied to the soft flesh below his toes.
“Shiiit, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”
was all that came out of Warrens mouth as sweat dripped down his
chest and his face turned red.
I brushed Warren’s ticklish foot from heel to gorgeous sexy
toe. I attacked every inch of his taut sole alternating with pushing
the vibrating bristles between his toes making him reach a high
pitched scream.
I let go of Warrens toes and used my other hand to tickle the right
foot. This had Warren howling. I used my nails to scratch lines
in his sole and tickle the flesh between his toes. My other hand
was jumping with the tooth brush all over his squirming left foot.
“Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!" he roared
with his head swinging from side to side, eyes screwed shut, tears
streaming down his cheeks.
I Tickled Warren for thirty minutes like this and when laughter
became a silent gasp for air I decided to slow it down.
I swopped the oily tooth brush for the feather, holding it up for
Warren to look at through his teary eyes.
I then slowly spidering my fingers on the right foot, gentle tickling
strokes along his sole. The ran the feathers soft edge up and down
his left foot drawing picture only I could see.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!"
Warren laughed as tip circled his toes and made them wriggle and
scrunch up. The soft top would slide in between his toes and he
would try to grab it with toes only to have me pull the feather
out again making him yelp and cry out.
I switched my hands around so the right foot could get the same
treatment. Warren was now a giggling incoherent mess, sweaty patches
had appeared all over his body. He panted and hollered as his body
convulsed from the attacks. His feet squirming and wriggling were
continuing to sweat and grew shiny in the light of the room. The
restraints creaked from the spasms but held my sexy stud in place.
I then turned the feather around so the sharp quill was the instrument
of his torture and began over again. I took great pleasure in listening
to his hot laugh fill the room. The quill left white lines in the
pink flesh and caused Warren to buck and squirm with renewed strength.
His eyes were bulging out his head as his mouth laughed wide open.
After half an hour of this, I let Warren rest. It was time to get
another good load out of him. He was a giggling mess, and his body
would spasm whenever he saw me move, in case I resumed the attack.
Hi cock was swollen and red in the cock ring, standing at full mast
between his legs. From the tip a shiny trail of precum had dripped
down the shaft and pooled in his crotch. His balls were round and
hairless, pulled as far up against his body as the cock ring allowed.
I leaned forward between his legs and engulfed the head once more
in my wet lips.
“Huuuuhhhh, ohhhhrrrrrr," Warren gasped as I began to
suck him slowly. My tongue slid over his piss slit and down the
shaft. His cock fed my more precum as I lavished the tip.
"Ohhhrrrrrrrr yeahhhhh….” Came the reply as I held
his balls in one hand and began a slow decent down the shaft to
the root.
I worked his cock for five minutes, slipping my mouth over it and
sucking it hard. Warren’s eyes rolled back as I slowly brought
him closer to another orgasm. His dick pulsed and vibrated in my
mouth. I brought Warren to the edge again and again. Every time
I felt the pressure in his cock build I would retreat and merely
lick the tip of the cock. Sometimes when he was close I would nibble
gently on the head and ruin his orgasm. I did this five times. By
now Warren was softly pleading and gasping whenever he got close
and would cry, scream and beg every time I let go.
I loved watching his body try to pull loose and how his toes would
clench everytime he got close.
I bent over his chest and began to suck his meaty tits. I nibbled
and lavished them until they were hypersensitive cones of lust on
his chest, glistening in the light.
I drew the feather again and while holding his cock in my mouth
I drew the soft tip up and down his shaft.
“Ooooooo n, no, no," Warren panted as the feather tickled
his cock. Bucking and writhing I watched his cock pulse and ooze
precum, the fiendish feather dipping into his sexy wide open piss
slit causing his eyes to scrunch shut as it did. Trickles of sweat
appeared all over Warrens face and body and he soon shone in the
light with a glow of perspiration. I would lean up and suck hard
on a nipple from time to time and hear cries as I did so.
"Ohhhrrrrrr gads, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha!!!!!!!!" as the feather slowly brought Warren closer
to and orgasm. I pulled them down to his taut nuts and once more
began a slow suck of his shaft twice, followed by a tongue bath
and nibble on his helmet. I did this for an hour, listening to him
beg for release.
Warren was close. His body was strained and all his muscles stood
out. His Eyes clenched shut in concentration holding on for release.
His feet scrunched and flexed as his hips tried to involuntarily
feed his cock to my wet mouth. His hands clenched in fists above
his head.
"Ohhhhrrrrrr, sh-shit,AHAAAA AIIIIEEEE!!!” Warren gasped
and screamed as he began to have the most intense orgasm so far
this evening. White hot jizz exploded from his cock and hit the
back of my mouth. I swallowed it all, as the feather circled his
balls. Another shot went off, as Warren threw his head back and
guffawed. I continued milking the hot stud, drawing on the power
of his ejaculation.
"Ohhhhhrrr gads, no, no, please," Warren crowed desperately.
"Oh God, not this!!" As another shot flowed out. I was
now swirling my tongue around the sensitive head In mouth.
"Ayyyrrrrrr gads, got, got me fucking creaming like a bitch
AAAHaaa ha aha aha ha… fuck!!" as yet another squirt
dribbled into my mouth.
Warren was a bundle of hysteric ecstasy. I milked that gorgeous
cock with my trusty feather and licked the rod for all it was worth.
Chills and screams of lust and frustration filled my hearing as
Warren was drained.
"Harhhh, harhhhh, harrrhhh, ohhhhrrr g-gads," was all
Warren could say. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha!!!!". I continued to ravish his cock like a starving man
as his climax ended. His yells for help replaced by curses and moans
as his sensitive cock was tortured. Warren watched me with a fixed
look of terror as worked up and down his cock, keeping it semi hard.
After another 10 minutes and another two to three small loads Warren
passed out in the chair. He lay there with his chest heaving the
sweat trickling off his face. I let his cock slip from my lips and
sat back admiring my prize.
I sucked his toes again, for my own pleasure and nibbled them as
well making them turn pink. Warren woke up to me sucking his feet
and looked at me through bleary eyes and smiled.
"Is, is it over?" he whispered, sweat dripping off his
face.
“Sure is, dude, and congratulations, you did very well,"
I said and leaned up to suck those big toes into his mouth.
"Fuck man, that feels so good," he said softly. "H-how
many times did you make me cum?"
“Honestly, I lost count,” I replied. “But we can
always try it again, if your keen?”
Warren smiled and nodded in agreement.
It turned out that Warren had never expected such a reaction and
at least once a month now I get to tickle him and milk him. I got
a new tickle slave.
A month later Warren called me up and asked if he could bring a
friend to our sessions. Curiously I asked why. I was told his friend
was super ticklish and was always pestering Warren for night of
fun and sex just until he found another guy to date.
Warren texted me a picture of his friend. He was a dark haired Lawyer
with blue eyes and size 14 feet.
Cant wait to see how this turns out.
THE END
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