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The young, attractive political assistant was leaving Party Headquarters after a long, grueling day. He had loosened his tie and looked forward to getting home and kicking off his black tasseled slip-ons and flexing his hot, sweaty feet. Just as he reached to unlock his car door, a gloved hand reached around from behind him and covered his face with a cloth soaked with chloroform. The young exec struggled against his assailant, but his 6, muscular body was no match for the chemical. Helplessly, he fell limp into his captor's arms. An accomplice waited in the backseat of the getaway vehicle, and helped pull the unconscious young man in, stuffing of the body in the backseat, opportunely placing the victim's size 10.5 feet in the lap of the accomplice. As the car sped off, the accomplice couldn't resist the sight of the feet so close to his face.
He gazed over the attractive, unconscious form of the Jr. exec lying across the backseat of the getaway car; the suspenders stretched over his broad pecs, his wool suit pants straining around his thighs. His pants legs had ridden up, revealing muscular calves covered to the knees by very thin, black ribbed nylon socks. When the car hit a bump, one of the black dress shoes partially slipped off, exposing part of his sweaty foot. His barefoot was visible through the thin fabric. The sight and the smell of foot-sweat and leather were all the accomplice could take. He slipped the shoe completely off, and caressed the sole of the young exec's socked foot. He smiled, as he thought how unaware and powerless the man was against what he was doing to him. When the accomplice ran his tongue down the sexy arched foot, the Jr. exec groaned, and tried to move a bit, as though in protest to his foot violation, then passed out cold, again.
The accomplice raised the young unconscious exec's nylon socked foot to his face and inhaled, long and deeply. Then he ran his tongue over the fabric stretched toes, around the ball, and down the shapely arch to the heel. He moved his hand across the instep, and up the leg, savoring the feel of the thin ribbed nylon. The car came to a stop, and the driver jumped out. When he opened the back door, he saw his cohort savoring the (still unconscious) young victim's foot.
"Hey!" he snapped, "save it for later! Now put his shoe back on, and get him into the house! He went ahead, and into the hideout house.
"Come on, hotshot, let's get you in, the sock loving accomplice grunted, as he pulled the young man out of the car, feet first. He leaned down, and slung the limp male body over his shoulder. As he straightened up, he lifted the 165-lb. exec, positioning the victim's tight ass right by his face. The exec's legs hung in front, knees slightly bent, ankles crossed and feet dangling. The hastily replaced tasseled slip-on shoe fell to the pavement, as the abducted exec was carried into the hideaway...an ironic clue to his impending fate.
"Put him over there, in that chair, the Kidnapper barked to his accomplice, who carried the unconscious body of the young political assistant, draped over his shoulder. The accomplice, who had an affinity for male socked feet (especially those of his victim), hastily flopped his sexy bundle into the straight-backed wooden office chair. "...and make sure he doesn,t get out of it!" his boss yelled. The accomplice grabbed some lengths of rope, nearby, and lashed the young captive's broad chest (still in suit jacket and tie) to the chair back. Then he began to bind his ankles to the chair legs. He noticed that one of the exec's black tasseled slip-ons was missing.
"...Ummmm, I thought I put that back on him in the car... he said softly. He tied the shoeless, black nylon socked foot securely; making sure to feel every inch of the still moist, fleshy form in the process. He left the other shoe on, as he hastily finished his task.
"Watch him, but don't let anything happen to him til I get back! He's our meal ticket!" With that, the Kidnapper left to retrieve the huge ransom. The accomplice leered at the young exec, whose head hung helplessly, and bound tightly. As the accomplice tried to control his increasing desire to accost his captive, he heard a faint moan. The limp body began to come back to life.
The young victim raised his head groggily. "What happened? Where am I? What the HELL is all THIS?"
"Well, the Sleeping Beauty awakes. You're our prisoner, Hotshot" the accomplice sneered sarcastically.
"What the FUCK do you mean, Prisoner! Let me out of here, you asshole!" protested the Jr. exec. He struggled against his bonds violently, and yelled obscenities. The accomplice started getting nervous and agitated. He couldn't risk the possibility of the man getting loose or being heard, but he also remembered his boss, warning not to hurt him. He frantically searched around for something to quiet the virile young man. He spotted the bottle of chloroform his boss had used to initially capture their victim, but there wasn't a rag in sight. Then a hot thought entered his over-sexed mind. He reached down and pulled off his cheap, black patent leather shoe; unleashing a hot, sweaty stench from his worn black thick n thin sock. The nylon reinforced sole had ripped, giving glimpses of his bare foot. He pulled up his polyester pant leg, and removed the damp OTC from his size 11 foot. He soaked the already stinking sock with chloroform. Then he moved behind the bound, bucking young stud, and covered his face with the sock. The captive tossed his head violently, and tried to hold his breath. But the strength of the accomplice, and the overpowering odor of foot sweat and chloroform, was too much. The accomplice could feel his victim's muscles relax, as his head slowly rolled back, and his eyes closed.
The accomplice couldn't resist his horny urges anymore. The feeling of control and power he felt, as he put his sexy captive out with the chloroform soaked sock, had given him a raging hard-on that couldn't be ignored. The unconscious stud was his for the taking. He had to work fast, though, because the Boss could return at any moment; and if he got caught, the Boss would surely kick his ass.
The accomplice's heart raced as he quickly untied the young man's ankles. All that was holding the limp body upright were the ropes around his broad chest. The accomplice stood in front, and reached around the chair to loosen the ropes. When he did, the Jr. exec crumpled forward, into the accomplice's stomach. He stepped back, and let the weight of the falling body rub down his bulging crotch, as it slid to the floor. He grasped the young man under the armpits, and dragged him over to a mat across the room. By the time he got there, the victims other shoe had come off. He immediately began removing the man's suit pants, revealing the thin OTC's, still up. The accomplice hastily pulled out his own throbbing cock and began stroking it over the unconscious stud's socked feet. On his knees, and about to cum, he raised the man's feet to his face. Frantically, he pumped his meat, as he sucked and growled over every contour of his helpless sex object's aromatic socked feet...at least he THOUGHT his sex object was helpless
Just as the accomplice was about to shoot his load, he felt his head snap backward, and went sprawling onto the floor. His victim had come to enough to ram his socked foot hard into his assailant's face. The accomplice lay on his back, dazed; his cock still bobbing and oozing cum. The young exec struggled to his feet, and looked around for something or some way to subdue his captor. He spotted the very ropes that had bound him in the chair. Quickly, he grabbed a piece and wrapped it around the accomplice's wrists. He crossed the man's ankles, and with the rest of the rope, bound his feet.
Effectively restrained, the Jr. exec planned his next move. He began to vaguely recall how the accomplice had taken advantage of him while he was helpless. "You son of a BITCH!" he growled defiantly. "You want to smell my socks?!" With that, the young man took off both of his black OTC nylons. He stuffed one in his captor's mouth, and tied the other one over his nose. Then he moved down to the bound size 11 feet; one was bare, the other one still in the worn TNT and patent leather shoe. The exec roughly pulled off the shoe. The raunch made him wince. He scratched his fingernails up and down the bound feet. The accomplice let out a muffled shriek.
"Oh, ticklish, huh?" Devilishly, the exec began tickling the helpless soles, unrelentingly. The accomplice was in torture, thrashing around uncontrollably. The exec spun around, and sat on top of his hysterical victim, continuing his tickle assault. He noticed that the accomplice had gotten a raging hard-on. "Oh no you don't, you bastard! You won't enjoy THIS!" The young man lunged, and wrapped his muscular arm around his bound captor's neck. "It's MY turn to put YOU out!" He applied pressure to the accomplice's temple, watched as his eyes fluttered, and finally felt him go limp.
Just then, the door burst open, and armed cops swarmed in. "Finally! How'd you guys find me?" the exec joyfully inquired. "We caught the ring leader...and found this." The cop held up the exec's missing shoe.
"This yours, Cinderella?"
The End
