by Chester
James was a young male nurse working at a high-end boutique hospital on the west end of the city. The hospital catered to the very wealthy. All the rooms were private, almost like hotel rooms, with extra measures taken so that each person admitted would not have to see or hear any other patient in the hospital. The people who stayed here paid large sums to make sure they got the best private care available.
James was recruited to this hospital just like every other staff person was - because the hospital had a need for their "talents" - both their professional talents, and any other talents that their customers might be looking for.
James stood 6'1, with wavy dark hair, dark, trimmed facial stubble, a trimmed chest, and size 11.5 feet. He was trained in nursing at one of the best nursing schools in the state, which is how he came to know Dr. Cambridge, who runs the hospital for which he now worked.
Dr. Cambridge was at the school a year ago, on a recruiting trip. He'd talked with several candidates before meeting James. When he saw James, he invited him to the hospital for an extended interview. James was just 22, hard-working, and a bit of a bad boy. He had a reputation for certain…kinks, which Dr. Cambridge, of course, knew about when he asked to meet him in the first place.
James arrived at the hospital for the interview promptly, dressed in dark slacks and a light button-down shirt. He was taken to a large private sitting room. The room had a bar, a big fireplace, and an odd-looking pool table, along with several thick leather chairs. James made himself comfortable in one of the overstuffed chairs. The doctor was delayed, and the chair was so comfortable that James fell asleep in it.
When he awoke, he was blindfolded and naked, and secured to the pool table, which had transformed into a flat bed, with stocks holding his feet, and his hands bound and tied above his head. He heard movement in the room, and called out "Hey, what the hell?? What is this? Get me off this thing!" He struggled to get free, but whoever tied him up knew what they were doing.
He suddenly felt a light touch, as fingers started to tease his thick armpit hair. He giggled involuntarily, as he was very ticklish, but he tried to stifle it so his attacker would get bored. It didn't work. The fingers started tickling him harder, going from his now-sweaty armpits down his sides and back. James lost it, and started laughing, his voice sometimes going as high as a girl's.
The fingers stopped, and he caught his breath. Before he knew it, though, he felt them going along his feet. His feet were his most ticklish spot, and he cried out loudly before dissolving in hysterical laughter. The fingers tickled him for at least 5 minutes, before he felt a new sensation.
There was a mouth, sucking his toes, tongue running between them, making love to them. His feet were tan and dark, with small tufts of dark hair on the toes. His 7" cock sprang to life, and his laughter shifted to moaning instantly. As one mouth kept working his feet, he felt another set of lips start teasing his nipples. Nipple-play was his Achilles heel. His nipples were hard-wired to his cock. Between the foot worship and the nipple play, he felt himself getting close to cumming. A set of fingers started to tease his balls, and James shot a huge load on his furry chest and neck. A mouth cleaned his cock off.
James felt a little spray against his face, and he fell fast asleep.
Stay tuned for part 2 to learn more about how James advances his career!
