Casper and Kyle
by Casper D

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CASPER:

Roleplay is a blast and he was really getting into being the abductee to my role as abductor.

I was kidnapping him and forcing him to go with me to a motel on the day I was supposed to have driven him to his grandfather’s house.

I held a gun on him as we drove silently along . I even ordered him to put his hand on my crotch and gently caress it. I continued driving but slowed down as I was getting a terrible hard-on. I parked the car by the roadside and ordered him to take off my shoes and socks and kiss my feet. He gasped at the sight my size 14 gunboats, but he put his lips to my toes and started smooching away. Before long, he was licking and sucking each of my toes like a baby suckling on a bottle of milk. My penis erupted in my pants and I cried out, startling him. I then decided to proceed to the motel.

When we entered the room I ordered him to undress. And undress he did, immediately revealing his alabaster white complexion and broad chest and even broader shoulders and a rock hard penis looking like a sapling with the morning dew dripping from it. The sight almost made me come again--my hard-on was as stiff as a steel pipe. I told him that I knew he wanted to suck my toes ever since I broke off with my girlfriend the previous summer. In my heart I knew that, in reality, he wanted no such thing, but pretending that he did made what I was going to do a lot easier.

He wanted excitement. A sexual role-play adventure that he could fully immerse himself in. Well I was going to give it to him.

I sat in a chair and, under threat of the gun, he straddled me--his thighs on either side of my legs…first facing me and later reversing his position with his back to me.

All the time, he was alternately moaning and screaming "Please, don’t do this Casper … please don’t make ME do this!" I deliberately slowed down and pretended that I was going to stop … then I’d speed up again mercilessly. This made her pleading intensify. "Please, Casper, please don’t do this!" His penis was dripping precum all the while. I suddenly shifted gears and made love to him like there was no tomorrow. Eventually it got to the point where he accepted he pretended to accept his fate.

And by then our thighs were drenched with our juices. After resting for a while, she sucked me and made my prick big again and I ate her clit. We were ready again for another cockfight and I took her in her asshole until I exploded and she screaming that that was the best ever fuck she ever received in her life. Needless to say, this was not the last time and I raped her regularly until she ran away from home three months later.

KYLE:

Being the only boy in a family of females, I remember home very well.

I also remember going over to my best friend’s house. He had four brothers.

Four HOT brothers.

What I remember most about his place, besides the aforementioned hot brothers, was the crowded "family" room, the acrid smell of sweaty boys… and sweaty male feet. And I recalled the harsh voices raised in fury over every little thing. These same harsh young voices would turn into whimpers in the wee hours as their owners shook and twitched with nightmares. That's why I couldn't seem to hate any of those jerks despite the things they often did to me. Several of them had nightmares just like me.

But Casper was the most like me. He knew what I liked. The kind of games I liked to play.

So I wasn’t shocked when he pulled a gun on me and forced me to depart with him to some sleazy motel outside of town. I was surprised when our mutual friend Ty joined us in that small roach-infested room.

"Open your mouth," Casper said, as he pulled on my hair, pulling me towards him, his bare sweaty toes pressing against my lips. Licking my lips, I had no choice but to take five digits in as he pushed my head down upon his toes.

When Ty had finished his business, the brute takes a hold of my bare feet and slowly begins to run his fingers over my soles. Being the extremely ticklish person that I am, I immediately tensed and began to laugh and squeal and plead for him to stop. I pleaded and begged for Casper to help me between fits of laughter, but this only encouraged Ty, who then brought implements of tickling torture into play. Instruments which he used to further torment the tender soles of my feet. Soon I was laughing hysterically and begging, with tears streaming down my cheeks, for the tickling to end. But Casper was too busy jerking himself off as he watched my torment. So I focused my pleas on Ty. But all he did was look at me and said that he couldn't stop, for I hadn't even begun to really "scream" yet. So he tickled me until I did scream . . . in fact, he tickled me until I passed out. When consciousness returned, it returned slowly.

I felt wetness on my toes and realized that Casper and Ty were sucking the digits on each of my feet . . . Casper on my right foot, Ty on my left.

I fainted again, and when I awoke the second time I was alone in that grungy motel room. I’m just glad they left me cab fair home!