Ever since I was a wee lad, probably about 2nd Grade, I've gained an affinity for tickling older men. Men of all ages, really. While most of my fantasies revolved around guys my own age, there was something to be said for tickling dad's and even grandpas. As I turned more from being a tickler into a ticklee, that fantasy changed into me being the victim to some dirty old men...
I high school I often thought about older male teachers and my classmates' fathers tying me up and tickling my sheer socked soles. Being the victim to a much older man was something I never thought I'd actually do, but now I've had two sessions with a guy twice my age. And they've been unbelievably orgasmic.
Gentle yet forceful, he makes me tickle his sheer socked soles for only a few minutes before he turns the table and plunges me into HOURS of ticklish torture. He begins by removing my shoes while we're in his living room and he grazes my toes, heels and, worse, the arch as he tells me what he's planning to do to not only my sheer feet, but my entire body. Once I'm worked up, he leads me upstairs to his bedroom, done up and ready for his evil plans.
As we get into his room he slowly and methodically begins removing all of my clothes except for my underwear and socks. He doesn't tie me down right away. He wants me to prove I can withstand his fingers. I laugh and writhe as he tickles my feet, ankles, legs and cock. 15 minutes pass as I beg and plead, then he decides it's time to tie my arms into place. Once secure, the real fun begins....
Over the last several months I've told him my ultimate fantasy is to be held prisoner and on the day I'm ultimately going to be tickled to death, I'll know my master's plan is coming to completion by his putting my sheerest black knee high socks on me. The tickling will not stop until I pass. Tonite, as I lay bound tightly on his bed, he pulls those socks out.
As he removes my usual black knee high sheer TNTs, and begins to place the sheerest on my feet, he looks at me with a stone cold face and says, "You know what this means, don't you?" My body feels like it's collapsing in on itself. I wonder if he's serious. Is he REALLY going to do it? If he is, there's nothing I can do. There are no neighbors on either side of his lot, so if he really is planning to tickle me to death, there's no reason to scream for help. My heart races and I can already feel my balls filling with cum. It's one of the most intense moments of my life. He ties my feet into place and quickly gets to work on my feet, scratching the bottoms with his fingers as I howl and scream and beg. It doesn't take long for him to work me into fits of laughter.
After a short time he tries to use feathers and a brush on my feet, but my reaction fades. Not wanting me to regain my senses, he switches back to his fingers and I quickly realize he's determined to - if not tickle me to death - take me damn near it! He proceeds to tickle the bottoms and tops of my feet - non stop - for 15 minutes solid. No break. No mercy. It may not seems like a long time - but I'm used to having my ticklers break away at some point to another part of my body, or offer me a quick 30 second break to regain my breath. This particular night, he does not stop at all. 15 minutes, excruciating minutes, of pure, unbridled, ticklish torture. I start to black out. I can feel hysteria taking over. I'm aware that the words screaming from my mouth for mercy are now slurring and becoming slower - but I can't do anything to stop it. As I begin to see stars, I think, "He's really doing it. He's really going to tickle me to death." I panic, and I shoot a load so hard my groin hurts for the next three days. Then he stops.
It takes me another 10 minutes to regain my faculties. I'm drenched in sweat. I can barely speak. I realize he wants to tickle me again, by my body is limp. There's no energy, no fight. I know I'm glad to still be alive, but I'm also thinking about how long I'll go before I return to his home. He wants to go for a solid 30 minutes of tickling strictly the soles of my sheer socked feet next time. I know already, next time just might kill me for real... I'm afraid to return, but know that before long my desires, and my fantasies, will drive me to do it.
