So...I've had a friend who's been into leather, domination, etc for many years. I knew him when he first "came out" several years ago, but found that wasn't his true "moment." Over the last several years he has evolved from a scared 21 year old afraid to admit his desires, to - 5 years later - being a full-fledged "cub" bear complete with leather, ass-less chaps, whips...etc. You get the idea.
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In the last few years he's made it abundantly clear he wanted to bring me into his world. In a drunken stuppor about two years ago, I confessed my sheer TNTs and tickling fetish to him. At first I regretted it, out of embarassment. But he was quick to jump on my tickling train. Turns out, as a "master/top," he'd already had experienced tickling men...and wanted to make me his next "victim/slave." I put him off for two years...until tonight.
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So I'm out tonight...alone. Drunk. He's there. The night goes along just fine. The bartime. The few friends who met us out quickly left. He offers to drive me 300ft to my car. I oblige. No sooner do we park next to my car than I ask him, "You want to tickle me, don't you?" He grins and nods, but says only, "Only if you want me to." Naturally, I'm all horned up, quicker than a streak of lightning, my shoes are off and my brown sheer socks are in his lap.
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My socks don't have the straight lines, but rather wavy, almost decorative thick brown lines tracing down the legs, over my ankles, and across the tops of my feet. He wastes NO TIME scraping his fingers along my soles and toes. Within seconds I'm lauging hysterically. Miniutes later he has me shirtless and pantsless. So here I am, in the parking lot of a gay bar, positive the cops will be crusing by any moment, wearing only my brown knee high sheers and green whore underwear. He's tickling the soles of my feet with one hand and my cock and balls through my underear with the other. I'm going insane from the fear and erotic torture. There's no doubt this boy has done this before to not just one other guy, but several. He confesses that even though he's not really into tickling per say, he's into making a guy squirm around uncontrolably and has tickled many men over the last 2 years. I ask What he "truly" wants to do to me. "Tie you so tight you can't breathe, shove a gag hard and deep into your mouth so you can't hear your laughter, then tickle your entire body from your toes, across the bottoms of your soles, up your hairy legs, cross your cock and balls, then tickle your ribs and nipples until you pass out.
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A moment later my underwear were off, and he ran a little metal spiked wheel (I don't know what it's really called) over my ribs, nipples and cock with one hand while he feverishly tickled the sheer socked bottoms of my feet with his fingers. Typically, I need a sentence like "I'm going to tickle you to death," etc, but tonight he said nothing - and I came. I came so hard it hurt...and it seemed like the tickle juice wasn't going to stop streaming out of my slit. He just kept tickling...and ticking...and tickling....
