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Subject: REPOST: [M/M] Story # 8 TICKLER'S TRADE
Date: 5 Feb 1996 21:08:46 -0500
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TICKLER’S TRADE

	He had a certain air of superiority about him, almost as if we
should have felt privileged he had chosen to spend the weekend with US.
David was my sister's latest catch. She had in the past been very helpful
to me in supplying the bodies I needed to satisfy my all consuming fetish.
Sally had the type of looks that made guys drop dead at the very sight of
her. This was most convenient for me; it meant we often had the hottest
guys in town hanging around the house trying to court her. As Sally's fun
older brother, I would often find a way to get in on their games. These
games would end up with me tickling the little fellows to within an inch
of their lives.
	David had the cutest little face, angelic, with wavy light brown
hair and innocent, deep blue eyes that somehow seemed to look right into
you. He was small for a boy of eighteen, perhaps five-foot two 
inches, and had equally small feet. As I looked at him for the first time
I couldn't help but stare at the little sneakers that clad his feet; I
was, however, a bit stunned to note that he was staring at my sister's
bare feet in much the same way! A hot flash engulfed my body. Could it be
that he too was a foot lover? Could I hope that I'd finally found or
rather my sister had found- the perfect match for me? It was way too soon
to tell, I told myself; and besides, we had the whole weekend!
	I took his bag upstairs as he made the usual greeting conversation
with my parents. I entered my sister's room and was quick to turn the lock
on the door, ensuring myself a few short moments alone to go through his
things. To my ultimate joy, right on top were his pair of soft, leather
slippers. It was easy to tell that they were fairly new, but had already
seen much use. This told me his little feet wouldn't be hard and callused,
but well taken care of, soft and supple to my touch!
	These slippers were lined with such a thick and soft lamb's wool
that his feet had left little images where they'd been, "like angels in
the snow," I said to myself in anticipation as I traced the shape of each
foot with my fingers. I could see the slope of each little toe they must
be perfect in exact size order and rounded at the tips as they curved
downward. I gave each slipper a long sniff and the aroma was sweet! He had
sweet smelling feet! Too much! I deeply inhaled their intoxicating smell.
Just then the stairs creaked, telling me they were on the way up. I
quickly put the slippers back, kissing each of his fragrant footprints. I
bolted to the door and reached it just as they cleared the landing.
	I smiled warmly at David as they passed. He simply looked the
other way; not really snubbing me, but (once again) taking control, acting
superior. I raced to my room in order to relieve myself of all the pent up
excitement. As I stroked myself while lying in my bed, I thought of the
tickling he would have to endure later on, completely at my mercy. His
snootiness would just heighten my conquest!
	Afterwards I drifted into a short nap. My parents left for their
weekend trip while I slept. When I woke I found the note they'd left for
me, saying good-bye to Sally and David, and leaving me in charge. I
decided to leave the young twosome alone for a time so that David could
get himself settled in and comfortable. I went down to the kitchen and
started dinner. After about forty-five minutes I decided to check up on
the activities of my young charges. I couldn't have been prepared for what
I saw when I opened the door to Sally's room. They were on the floor,
David had pinned Sally's hands behind her 
back, his legs were wrapped over hers, trapping them, and with his free
hand he was every so lightly and slowly tickling her stomach!
	Sally had always laughed in such a way as to make very little
noise, so David was able to torture her without my hearing. David had a
far-off look on his face and those deep blue eyes seemed in a devilish
state of ecstasy as his little fingers probed and danced over Sally's
smooth skin. As he found particularly sensitive areas, causing my poor
sister to quake more violently, a cruel wide grin would spread over his
face. I was so shocked by this display, all I could say was "time for
dinner, kids." He looked up, noticing for the first time that I'd entered
the room; he smiled and let Sally go. There was no fear at being caught,
no guilt of any kind, and an apparent rock-hard erection in his shorts.
	 I left the room and closed the door but this time stayed and
listened. I overheard David say to Sally, "We better get down to dinner,
that really gave me an appetite. Oh, by the way, after dinner I think I
would like a back rub. If I don't get one, you'll get another torture
session!" 
	Sally then said, "OK, OK, whatever you want, let's get down to
dinner." As I heard them move towards the door I flew down the stairs.
	During dinner David sat next to me and across from Sally. I
noticed that every now and then Sally would gasp just a little or jerk in
odd ways. As unobtrusively as I could, I stole a quick glance under the
table. David had at some point during dinner grabbed one of her feet with
his, passed it up to his lap, and trapped it between his legs. He was now
coolly and calmly eating his dinner, looking only in his plate, but every
now and then he would touch one of her toes or quickly slide his little
fingers over her sole. I guessed Sally was embarrassed, so she said
nothing. This little imp was tickle-torturing her right there at the
dinner table next to me! Talk about a set of balls, this kid didn't seem
to give a damn who saw or knew of his tickling fetish!
	In the past I'd had to trick Sally's friends into a sort of mock
fight or argument, and then with an "OK, now you're going to get it"
attitude I would trap and tickle them--but this kid was asking for it! I'd
have no problem justifying a nice long tickling session for David; I
already had all the reasons I needed. I regretted the fact that I had no
video camera to record the wild, torturous comeuppance I had
planned--after all, he was a greedy little tickling bastard himself.
	After dinner, David and Sally went back up to her room and I
cleared the table. As soon as they were out of sight I flew up the stairs
and returned to listening at the door. This is what I heard:
	"No, David! I don't want to play that tickling game any more!
Stop! Get away from me! Enough already! Nnnnooo!" poor Sally whined.
	"I'll tell you when it's enough! Give me that foot! Now!"
	After the sounds of a brief struggle, there was silence. I opened
the door just a crack and looked in.
	David was sitting up on the bed and Sally was lying on her back on
the floor, in front of him. He had captured both of her feet in his lap
and was winning his struggle to take off the socks she had made a point of
putting on right after dinner. I opened the door all the way and walked in
just as David had gotten both the socks off and was making a big show of
the fact that he was about to pounce on her vulnerable soles. He had that
same faraway look on his face (one I'd felt on my own many a time). David
was now letting his fingers dance in the air just an inch or so from
Sally's soles. I cleared my throat, but though he looked up and saw me, he
just smiled and went on!
	This was the last straw! I leapt on David, pulling him off Sally,
and with one easy movement I pinned him to the floor.
	"There's $20 on the kitchen table," I yelled to Sally. "Take it
and go to a movie or something. I'll take care of this little creep for
you!"
	Happy to be free of her tormentor, she replied, "I'll stay over at
Stefani's house. You can have him the whole night." And then to David,
"Have fun, you little creep!" She promptly left as I trapped my squirming
prey.
	"What do you mean?!" David cried, still sounding indignant, and
struggling to get free. "Let me go! Get off of me!" he commanded. He was
completely surprised by the turn of events, and had no idea what nasty
little horrors I had planned for him. I held him there pinned to the floor
until I heard the front door slam shut behind Sally, then I let him up.
	"What the fuck's going on!?" he hollered petulantly.
	"Oh, what's the matter, Davey?"
	"What the fuck is going on!? What the hell did Sally mean you
could have me for the night?!"
	"Well, you had your fun with Sally--I saw you tickling her all
night--now it's my turn!"
	I was savoring the dread that must have been dawning upon him
while he stood there, shocked and silent for a moment. But suddenly a lewd
smirk began to ooze over his face and he started looking me over
carefully.
	"Ohhhh. I get it. Keep it all in the family. Well, too bad Sally
didn't want it, but I guess you'll do just as well. As a matter of fact,
it might be a lot of fun to make a big lug like you squeal with laughter,
beg me for mercy!"
	I was incredulous. This little egomaniacal Napoleonic putz was too
much! He thought all this was just my jealous desire for him to tickle me!
What a self-centered, pompous asshole!!
	 I bashfully nodded, took him by the hand and led him to my room.
Such a warm, soft little hand. I led him to the sturdy, king size brass
bed in my room, and then proceeded to lock the dead bolt at the top of the
door. Even if he got away for a moment, he'd never have time to undo the
lock before I got to him. I playfully picked him up and dropped him on the
bed. He was smirking from ear to ear in anticipation.
	As he sat on the bed I went under it to get my tickling toys.
While I was under there, the little shit suddenly jumped on my back,
grabbed me around the waist and dug his tickling fingers into my ribs! I
spasmed and hit my head against the bed frame as I struggled to get away.
He was laughing wildly, sinisterly, as I wriggled out from under the bed,
giggling and rolling him off my back.
	"Oh man, you're ticklish! It's gonna be a ball making you scream!"
he gleefully gloated. A bump rising on my head, my face red, I silently
let him revel in his ignorance. David sat mesmerized by my leather cuffs
and straps as I took them out of their box. He took hold of one, curiously
fondling it.
	"Talk about submissive---you even come with your own bondage," he
snickered, as I fixed the wrist restraints to the posts at the head of the
bed. "Hurry up, slave!" he said. "I haven't got all night. Strip off your
rags and make yourself ready!" He held out a pair of restraints to me,
demanding my immediate submission. I turned obediently towards him, eyes
cast downward, wrists upturned, and he triumphantly approached, about to
bind me. Suddenly I grabbed his wrists, flung him backwards onto the bed
and leapt on top! The look on his face! He struggled like mad, but this
"big lug" quickly secured his wrists to either post, his arms stretched
above his head as he struggled and cursed in vain. Now that he was secured
I sat up to survey my triumph. He lay puffing from his exertions, his face
red with fury, glaring at me with hatred and fear.
	"Let me fucking go or you're gonna be in big trouble!"
	"Oh, really? That would be terrible. What could possibly happen,
Day-vee?"
	He struggled for some threat, anything. "I'll tell! I'll tell
everyone you're a perverted fag, and you molested me!"
	"Oh dear! That's terrifying," I snidely taunted him, gloating as I
lightly poked at his armpits through his shirt, causing him to jump. "Gee,
everyone will automatically believe you, right? Even after Sally tells
them you did the same to her? And eagerly wanted to do the same to me?
Anyway, how will you prove it?"
	I sat on his knees and looked down at him. He was really getting
scared now, looking at me with horror. I rotated to face his feet, leaned
over and began to unlace his sneakers. He started struggling again,
twisting his feet feverishly to avoid the inevitable. I pulled each
sneaker off and right away that sweet smell hit me; his feet were really
damp in his thick soft socks. I didn't so much as graze his soles at this
point--I'd save the best for last! After rolling his socks down, I took
one of the padded leather straps and tied his struggling feet together at
the ankles, and then tightly to the bar at the foot of the bed. I left his
socks on for the time being, to preserve his moist tenderness--and his
false sense of security.
	David looked like a trapped animal; the sight caused my hard-on to
throb fiercely. He must be incredibly ticklish! I sat back down on his
knees and slowly pulled his sweat shirt over his head to his wrists. He
fought as best he could, squirming around on the bed. I was in love! He
had a smooth, tight, rippling little belly, with the cutest little innie
belly button. He was breathing heavily, fearfully, in quick, ragged gulps,
trying to calm down, unsuccessfully.
	"No! Please! What do you want?! I'll give you whatever I have,
anything, just don't! Please! What do you want?"
	"I don't want anything of yours, Davey. At least not anything I
don't already have!"
	"I'll. . . I'll faint. I'll have a heart attack! I have a heart
condition, I'll die, right here in your bed and you'll be to blame!"
	"Gee, Davey, you must have a very selective heart condition,
'cause Sally told me you were a star on the soccer team. I guess I'll just
have to take my chances."
	"Wait! I'll get you others! I can get you all the guys you want!" 
Hmmmm. That sounded intriguing.
	"Give me a break," I said. How would you do that?"
	"My fraternity!" he blurted out feverishly, grasping for hope.
"They made us do all sorts of things during hazing. Upper-class brothers
could order us to do anything. I'll give you all the willing victims you
want--I was gonna tickle the shit out of them myself. You can be my
partner! Just think, all those freshmen feet to torture!"
	I paused for a moment to consider. Now this was something! But
there was no way of ensuring he would deliver--especially since I knew he
was such a selfish, greedy bastard. He looked up imploringly.
	"That's quite an offer, Davy, but guess what. That's all
maybe--you are mine NOW!"
	"NO, NO, NO, PLEASE!"
	I started with a very light touch, just two fingers, one on each
of his perfect, heaving little sides. He went rigid, clenching every
muscle in his body in resistance. I ever so lightly ran all my fingers up
and down his sides, quick to stop and work on any area that showed itself
to be a bit more sensitive. I was having the time of my life as he
struggled to control his breathing and keep from twitching; what smooth,
silky, quivering skin he had.
	Next I began to knead his tight little ribs, one at a time, back
and forth, over and over; each rib in turn was mine. After a few
incredible minutes of an intense struggle of wills, his resistance began
to crumble as his little chest heaved and tried to breath. He was bouncing
on the bed and trying in vain to get away from my ever present fingers. I
took my time, slowly, teasingly, making it last, making every stroke
count!
	My next targets were his erect little nipples. I used one finger
on each, pushing them in and then swirling my fingertips around in a
circular motion, light as a feather, then equally as light with my
fingernails. It maddened him, this slow teasing, a kind of sexual tickle
which made him moan and thrash. I continued the teasing stimulation with
my mouth, licking and sucking, and occasionally nipping his hard little
tits, causing him to suddenly buck and yelp, letting loose his whimpering
giggles. By now a good twenty-five minutes had flown, so I gave him a
moment to catch his breath, which he used mostly to beg.
	"Thank you, thank you. Oh God, please, no more, no more! Anything!
I'll do anything you say! anything!"
	"Anything?"
	"Yes! Yes! Anything! Just name it! Please! Any. . ."
	"Gee, that's great. I'll keep your offer in mind," I replied as I
reached for his armpits, his eyes widening in renewed horror.
	I used my fingers as light little shovels and made scooping
motions in the soft, hairless skin. It was the most sensitive place on his
body so far. After a good five minutes in his underarms, I decided to
place my face on his tight quivering belly and lick, kiss, nibble and
brush it with my beard stubble, tickling it wildly, while still digging at
his armpits. He jerked as best he could and screamed in a higher and
higher voice. I loved his smooth underarms, they were warm and dripping
now. God, how they made him react! His laughter was bouncing off the
walls. I next decided to try licking them, lapping at his tender skin,
sucking it in to taste every drop of his delicious sweat as he contorted
his torso to try to bring his arm down, his biceps flexing beautifully
against the bonds. He had incredible stamina for such a ticklish boy.
	Tears were welling from his eyes, his breath came in short pants,
his body shook all over and I started on his belly and ribs again. I let
my fingers slide in free forming circles and odd little patterns across
his hairless chest. Just when I felt he was close to losing it, I realized
it was time--time for the best, the most fun of all--his ticklish little
feet! I stopped the tickling all at once and got off the bed. I let him
regain his sanity for a minute. His eyes were shut as he tried to regain
control of his heavy breathing, to clear his throat. He was really spent
at this point and I think he actually thought it was all over. He couldn't
even lift his head off the pillow. Little beads of sweat soaked his head
and chest.
	I realized I'd been tickling him for an hour by that time. The kid
was out of it, barely able to talk.
	"Please, please . . . no more! I'll be your slave...anything...
just no more." I knew he was ready for the ultimate tickle torture!
	I lay down on him, fully covering his tight, hot, sweaty,
trembling little body with mine, so I could savor his every reaction. Had
he opened his eyes he would have seen that I was facing his feet. I
glanced back to enjoy the look on his face as I lightly took hold of the
top of his thick right sock.
	"NOOOO!!!" he shrieked.
	"But that's the best part!"
	"NOOO!!! NOOO!! NOT MY FEET!! PLEASE DON'T TICKLE MY FEET!!
ANYTHING, ANYTHING BUT NOT THE FEET!!"
	With that I pulled off his sock. I was right! These were the most
perfect feet I had ever seen! Smooth, soft, sexy, pink boytoys! His feet
and nails looked as if they were kept groomed by a professional. And, Oh
God, that delicious smell!! I quickly pulled off the other sock to double
my pleasure, as he hysterically tried to jerk away, straining to keep his
socks on.
	I started by lightly licking the tops of the feet, and he screamed
a scream that put all the others to shame! I was in Heaven!! These were
the most sensitive feet I'd ever encountered. No wonder he was so into
tickling! I let my fingers dance under each toe as he laughed, jerked and
screamed. I pulled the toes apart to lick and flick my tongue between them
as they squirmed and wiggled to escape, his laughter interspersed with
shrieks. Then for the first time I let my fingers run all over his very,
very sensitive soles. His body bounced off the bed, arching completely in
the air, with me on top, shaking the entire bed!!
	"AAAAAAHHH!!!" he gasped. "NOOOOOO!!!"
	I followed each little path on his soles with my lips, mouth and
fingers; I sucked each and every toe, swirling them in my slavering mouth.
He was losing his mind! I found the special ticklish places on the soles
and spent extra time there, nibbling, stroking, scraping my fingernails,
lapping away. He screamed, his toes danced, and I loved it! The bed was
soaked with sweat as he bounced on it. I quickly pulled down his pants,
revealing his hard, throbbing little dick, plastered to his stomach by his
soaked underwear. I stripped off my sweaty shirt, jeans and socks, and
jumped back on him for an incredible ride, my dick crushed between our
bodies, his writhings massaging me, lubricated by our sweat. From my bag
of tricks I pulled one of my feathers, running it all over his soles and
between his toes! I thought he was going to die, from the sounds he was
making! I made him lose all control; he bucked and banged against my dick
as I ran the feather under and between his curling toes, tears streaming
from his face. Then I decided to give David another short break.
	I got off the bed and looked down affectionately at my poor, hot
little tickle-slave.
	"So, how does it feel finally being on the other end of the
feather?!"
	With a meek, beaten, genuinely imploring voice he replied, "Just
leave my feet alone. That's all I ask. You can tickle me anywhere else,
but I can't stand it on my feet."
	I moved in closer, and calmly laid my hand on the top of his foot.
He jumped at first, and was tense, but then the simple, calming touch let
him relax. He couldn't see my other hand, which had just fished out
several paint brushes and other implements. As lightly as possible, I ran
the small, soft brush up the center of his sole, then slowly swirled it
around on the tender ball of his foot, which shivered at the torturous
sensations. David held his breath desperately, but his entire leg began to
tremble.
	I climbed back on top of him, to savor the incredible feel of his
quivering body against my desperate dick. I began to stroke the bristles
up and down his trembling feet, more and more quickly, and 
suddenly he exploded again!! Laughter and struggling shook the room. His
toes flailed wildly in the air, but his feet couldn't escape my torment.
The brush stroked on and on, up the arches as his toes desperately
clenched, the soft bristles wildly teasing his most sensitive spots as his
body shuddered and thrust against mine. His sweaty little dick had poked
its way out of his under wear and was grinding into my belly and groin.
Every giggle, groan and shriek vibrated through my dick, prodding me on.
All I needed to do to turn up the sensations was tickle him more
ruthlessly!
	David's laughter had turned into hysteria, knowing no bounds, no
reality, no relief, tears streaming all over his face, mixing with sweat.
His feet shuddered, twitched and spasmed. The boy had become a mass of
quivering foot-flesh. I now pounced on his feet with my mouth again, while
using a stiff-bristled whisk broom on his soles. He lunged off the bed
again!! Our dicks mashed against one another between our bellies, his
convulsing muscles rubbing up against my cockhead, licking, grinding,
lubing it. Up and down, up and down, shrieking, my tickling turning his
body into a sex dynamo, a bucking bronco-dildo, a raging, straining dick.
I was close . . . close. . . almost there. . . I whisked wildly at his
bound, squirming soles as my tongue tortured his toes, causing him to
thrust up against my dick, harder and harder.
	"AAAUUUUGHGHG!!!" We screamed in unison, our dicks exploding on
one another. "AAAUUGHGH!!!" We pulsed, our bodies writhing, thrusting,
pumping against each other. "AAAUUUGHGH!!!" I continued to fuel the fire
bursting from us, my brush flailing at his taut, tethered feet, my teeth
now biting his two big toes. "AAAUUUGHGH!!!"
	Sometime, I'm not sure how long later, I returned to earth. David
was still calming down, his body occasionally wracked by a small fit of
shaking. I released him from his bonds, but he didn't move or struggle,
his eyes didn't even open. I wondered whether something might actually be
wrong. Even after a few moments, while I went to get a warm bath going for
him in the tub, he lay motionless except for occasional passing waves of
trembling. Fearfully, I lifted his damp, limp, flushed body and lowered
him into the soothing water. I washed him--my devastated boy tickle
slave-victim, who had excited me and pleased me more than any
other--cherishing him, trying to make him well. His eyes remained closed,
though he wasn't quite asleep, or awake. I quickly changed the soaking
sheets on my bed and turned the mattress. I drained the water and lifted
him out of the tub, then wrapped him in a towel and placed him in my bed.
I climbed in beside him and pulled a blanket over us. He snuggled against
me for warmth, and I cradled his head in my arm. I felt his lips against
my chest--he was kissing me!! I leaned my head down, and his up. I kissed
his lips lightly, and they opened to let me in, his tongue gingerly
lapping at mine.