Part Four
“So… Where should I tickle you first?”
"Ghnmoweghhrr”
“Armpits?”
“NMMO!”
“I agree, armpits” Alex said, hopping onto the bed and straddling Oliver.
He dug his fingers into Oliver’s armpits. The ropes didn’t leave much slack and despite tugging hard with his left and right arms, he couldn’t move much either way. As a result, Alex was able to tickle away without having to follow Oliver around. He was well and truly stuck.
“Pllshhhh GHhahghagahhammhg” Oliver pleaded into his gag while simultaneously chuckling.
“You’re right Ollie, I think your belly needs some attention too”
Alex awkwardly rotated to face the other way, while Oliver grunted in discomfort underneath him. He then danced his fingers over Oliver’s taut belly, eliciting loud muffled laughter.
“Allssch ghahh plschh ghrghhah!”
Alex picked up the pace, revelling in the increasing amplitude of Oliver’s garbled cries.
“You seem to be coping fine with that. Let’s see if we can really make you scream, eh?”
Alex stopped straddling Oliver and reclined down next to his feet. Oliver squirmed, trying his hardest to pull his feet up and away from Alex, but the rope left no room for manoeuvre. Alex ran a finger up his socked sole, and Oliver tensed up. Alex looked over to Oliver’s pleading face and smiled. He enjoyed seeing him so weak, in sharp contrast to how cocky he was being earlier. The ballgagged boy desperately shook his head at Alex, as if to beg him.
Alex was relishing Oliver’s vulnerability. He put his fingers in the rims of both of Oliver’s socks and slowly began to peel them off his feet. The boy shook his head more frantically as Alex exposed his feet, which being size 10, there was plenty of ticklish surface area for Alex to target.
Alex darted his hands forward as if he was going to tickle Oliver’s feet, but he suddenly stopped, just so he could see Oliver jolt in anticipation.
“Mghha, yhou affhoaw!”
Then he struck. He quickly dug his fingers into Oliver’s soft soles. His fingers excitedly danced up and down Oliver’s feet from the pads of his toes to his heels. All the poor ticklish lad could do was guffaw loudly into the ball-gag, squirm and try desperately to move his feet away from Alex’s frantic fingers.
“Gghahhaghahmph! Sghow! Mphhahahaghah!
Oliver would constantly try to move either one of his from side to side to quickly dodge Alex’s fingers, so Alex caught on grabbed Oliver’s right foot by its toe. He pulled it back, far enough to keep his arch taut. He gently wiggled his finger up Oliver’s arch, knowing he couldn’t scrunch his foot up to dampen the feeling of the tickling.
“Aaghghhah Grghmph!”
Alex suddenly stopped, giving Oliver a brief moment to catch his breath.
“Seems like the ball-gag was definitely necessary, because you are so SOOO noisy”
“HGHUCK YHOO” Oliver blurted out angrily. He was clearly frustrated. Not just by his own helplessness or Alex’s constant mockery, but because he wouldn’t be in this position if he had just bound Alex tighter.
“So rude. I may just have to kick it up a notch to teach you a lesson. By the end of it, I hope to hear you begging me for mercy.”
Oliver knew what was coming and he braced himself. Alex grabbed the baby oil lotion and poured some into his hands. He began to rub the substance onto Oliver’s feet, making sure it covered the entirety of his soles and in between his toes. He initially recoiled as the cold substance made contact but he soon settled. Alex giving Oliver a foot massage should have been a fantasy scenario for him. It is too bad that in this situation Alex was the one in charge, and Oliver was tied to a bed with a ball-gag in his mouth.
Oliver immediately felt the oil taking effect – his feet felt sensitive and cold on contact with the air. He was only dreading what the tickling would be like. Alex was enjoying himself. Maybe too much. He grasped the rounded brush and held it firmly in his hand. He held it against one of Oliver’s soles and began to quickly twist it.
“Mghghhaagghah” Oliver cried as he felt each bristle glide in a circular motion over his arches. The effect on him was electric and he tugged as hard as he possibly could against the ropes holding his feet within Alex’s range. Alex, excited by Oliver’s much louder muffled pleading, once again took it up a level. He began to rub the brush very quickly up and down over Oliver’s squirming arches, eliciting uncontrollable hysterical laughter. With Oliver’s already ticklish feet made all the more sensitive by the oil, it wasn’t long before he was doing what Alex wanted, and begging for mercy.
“GHAHGHA! MRCHHEY! PSCHH! GHAGHHA!”
“I think we have a rough idea of what Thomas gets up to, because these are the sorts of noises I hear coming from his room.”
Alex hadn’t understood him and he upped the ante. He took a more targeted approach, rubbing the brush at the base of Oliver’s sole, constantly switching feet at random intervals. The whole experience was torture – not knowing which foot Alex would attack. He writhed around uncontrollably as far as the ropes would allow, painfully laughing through the gag.
“SCHHOP PLLSCHHH AWEKS, MRCHHEY GHGGHAHHA” Oliver begged, drool starting to collect around his gag.
“Sorry, what was that Ollie?” replied Alex, finally getting the gist of what he was saying.
“MURRCHHEY!”
“Murky?” said Alex jokingly, continuing the torture.
“MURCHHEYYY!”
“Murray? As in the tennis player?”
“GHMOOW, MURCCHHEEYY!”
“Oh! Mercy!” Alex said, withdrewing the brush. “Well why didn’t you say that I would have stopped ages ago.
Oliver dropped his head back against the pillow, utterly exhausted. Alex sought a more comfortable position to lie in. As Alex repositioned himself, he accidentally brushed his feet over Oliver’s face. He looked back up at Oliver who was weakly trying to move his face away from his cumbersome feet, moving his head as far away from them as possible. His face was crinkled, clearly put off by the smell. Alex smiled to himself.
“Not a fan of my feet eh? Odd considering you were licking them earlier.”
Oliver groaned in frustration.
“You don’t like the smell?”
“Ghmow” Oliver grumbled, shaking his head.
“Sorry was that a ‘yes I like the smell?”
"Mnghooo!” Oliver moaned, more loudly this time, desperately trying to move the ball in his mouth so it made his speech more understandable, even though he was pretty sure Alex knew what he was trying to say.
“You want to sniff them?” Alex said as he moved his foot slightly closer to Oliver’s face, wiggling his toes as he did so.
“MNGHO!”
“Sure then. Have a good sniff.” Alex firmly planted his right foot onto Oliver’s face, ensuring his nose was enveloped in the creases of his bare sole. As Oliver was forced to take in the musky scent of foot sweat, he squirmed, trying to move his face out from under Alex’s foot, but Alex just applied some pressure to keep his head still. Oliver tugged helplessly at the ropes holding him, moaning into his gag, but at this point he was too weak to do anything. He would hold his breath, but he could only do it for so long, and when he inhaled, he inhaled a lot. He was completely helpless, splayed out and silenced, forced to accept Alex’s warm foot pressing against his face.
Alex moved forward towards Oliver and sat upright, before moving his other foot onto Oliver’s face. Oliver, his face now completely encased by Alex’s large feet squirmed and moaned in frustration. Alex slid his right foot down his face, wiping sweat on it. He pinched Oliver’s nose between his big and second toe and smiled.
“Get a good sniff Ollie” he said cockily.
"Ghhrhhghhh!”
Oliver threshed around slightly and tried to shout a few more obscenities through his gag.
“Shush” Alex said, lightly slapping Oliver’s face with his other foot, trying to keep him in line.
“MRRGHHH!”
“Why bother trying to talk, I can barely understand you.”
“THRHHCK IIHCK OWTHH” Oliver retorted angrily.
“Fine, I’ll take the ballgag out, but any complaints or noise and I’ll shove it back in!”
Alex seemed like he was going to lean forward, but lazily slumped back again, deciding he should have a bit of fun and try to remove the gag with his feet. He gripped the two straps either-side of Oliver’s mouth with his feet, digging his toes under them before pulling it upwards to loosen the ball, releasing it from Oliver’s mouth and letting it dangle around his neck.
“Aggh!” Oliver moaned as he enjoyed the relief of being able to close his mouth and relax his jaw. “Thanks…”
Alex once again gave Oliver a light slap on his face with his foot. “I said shush…”
He didn’t stop using his face to rub his feet dry of sweat, and continued to force Oliver to take in his musk. As he drew his toes along Oliver’s mouth area, he got an idea. He pressed the sole of his foot against Oliver’s mouth.
“HHGEY!” Oliver grunted, taken off guard.
“You missed a spot from earlier. You want to get licking again?” Alex smiled.
“Ngho whay!” Oliver mumbled under Alex’s foot.
“I said no complaints. And besides, I can always put the ball-gag back in!”
“OHKAY! FIHHNE!” Oliver replied. It was a choice between two humiliations, so he decided to opt with the one in which he could at least talk.
“Good boy.” Alex said, releasing the pressure of his foot on Oliver’s face, giving his mouth some room. “Get licking then.”
Alex’s imposing and large foot loomed over Oliver’s face and he gingerly stuck his tongue out and placed it on Alex’s heel. Alex took joy in moving his foot down, forcing Oliver’s tongue to slide all the way from his heel, over his sole and to the pads of his toes.
“That’s it slave, now keep going. Nice long strokes too!”
Oliver moaned in disgust as the bitter sweat taste covered his tongue, but he kept licking, covering Alex’s whole sole until it was completely wet. Alex motioned his foot down, indicating to Oliver that it was time to start licking his short and stubby toes. He wasn’t in a position to oppose him, so he quickly complied and placed drawing his tongue across the tips of all of Alex’s toes.
“Don’t forget to lick between them” Alex said, pushing his foot down slightly.
Oliver was about to complain but Alex gave him an authoritative look.
Oliver obeyed and began to move his tongue in between each of Alex’s toes. His facial expression clearly repulsed from the bitter taste of his sweat, which he evidently still wasn’t used to. Alex pushed his big toe all the way into Oliver’s mouth, taking pleasure in making Oliver suck on it for at least a minute. Oliver considered how he must of looked to Alex – tied down, and compliantly sucking his toes, his face red with embarrassment.
“I think you got every spot.” Said Alex, withdrawing his foot from Oliver’s mouth. “Now for the other foot.”
Before Oliver could even utter a reluctant sigh, he quickly pushed his left foot against Oliver’s mouth.
“Open up and start cleaning Ollie, and MAYBE I’ll let you go once it’s done.”
With that, Oliver got to work, sucking on each toe, and repeating long strokes from the heel and over the sole, this time, mostly unprompted. Alex was undeniably aroused by this, and was clearly relishing making Oliver serve him in this way, even if he wasn’t massively into the bondage aspect. The thought alone of putting his flatmate into a submissive position where he had to lick his feet was a huge turn-on for him, one that he was only fully realising now. Oliver’s more tacit excitement too was becoming obvious, judging from the bulge still growing under his briefs. Seeing this, Alex slowly moved his right foot down Oliver’s body, gently caressing his torso. The bound lad let out a high pitched moan as Alex suddenly pressed his foot against Oliver’s crotch area.
“Think you liked that a bit too much…” Alex said, smiling to himself. Oliver didn’t respond, instead just averting his eyes and continuing to lick Alex’s foot.
The two briefly lost track of time, clearly lost in the moment. It was Alex who snapped out of it first.
“That’s enough. I think my feet should be thoroughly clean now.”
Alex sat up and once again rubbed his feet on the carpet to dry them. At least it was his own carpet this time.
“So, are we done now? Can you finally let me go? It is getting kind of late” Oliver said, somewhat desperately.
“Nah…” Alex said, giving a cocky smile. He walked over to Oliver and sat on the bed near his head.
“Seriously! It is time to let me go. That and Thom-MGHHMMPH?!” Oliver was cut off as Alex suddenly placed his warm hand over his mouth.
“No I don’t think we are done Ollie.” He said, smiling. He quickly slipped the ballgag back into Oliver’s mouth. Oliver looked over at the clock on top of the dresser, concerned at how much time had passed, and his fears were realised. It read 20:10. Thomas would be home from work any moment now. If only he had spoken sooner before he was re-gagged.
“Aweks! Ghe Gwhock! Hkohash wmphh eaee ahhck!” mumbled Oliver, gesturing furiously with his head towards the clock. Alex looked over to the dresser where Oliver was gesturing, but he didn’t look at the clock. Instead, his eyes caught the hair brush he had left there earlier.
“Oh, you want to be tickled again do you? I knew you were a kinky bastard at heart! You’re into this stuff as much as Thomas is!” Alex said, completely misinterpreting what Oliver was trying to say, and perhaps projecting onto him his own desires.
“GHNOGH!”
Oliver kept furiously gesturing towards the clock, but Alex had already grabbed the hairbrush and was had walked to the end of the bed towards Oliver’s feet. Oliver kept moaning loudly through his gag trying his best to warn Alex, but it was to no avail. Alex grabbed both of Oliver’s big toes and held them together with one hand. He bent them back, keeping Oliver’s arches taut. It was at this precise moment that Thomas walked in. Alex hadn’t heard the door opening due to Oliver’s pleading. Thomas’ eyes darted around the room, from Oliver, to Alex.
“What. The. Hell,” said Thomas, dropping his satchel.
“Ok. ok. I can explain EVERYTHING,” said Alex, scratching the back of his head and smiling nervously.
*****
“Yeah, I know that bit, I was there for that bit. Idiot,” Thomas said, glaring at Alex. “Seems like you were both having fun.”
“Well. No. We were just playing a game of dares,” Alex replied, unconvincingly.
“Oh yeah sure. Totally normal for a game of truth or dare to evolve into something as hot as this when the two players are totally not into it whatsoever. Very normal.”
Thomas looked over to Oliver’s tired ball-gagged face.
“It is nice to know that the decision to invade my privacy was Oliver’s idea, but Alex, you still went along with it. I can’t tell you how pissed off I am with both of you.”
“Look, Thomas, genuinely I am sorry,” said Alex sincerely.
“Ighmm shhhrrhhy ghoo” Oliver chimed in.
“An apology isn’t enough. You both went into my room, without my permission, and rooted through my gear! You’ve seen all the toys, and you’ve put me in such an awkward position!”
“Look, Thomas please. We are truly sorry. Just tell us what we can do to make amends,” said Alex.
Oliver moaned, knowing that probably wasn’t the best suggestion for Alex to make.
“Well. I do have an idea in mind as to how you can start to make amends.. Gimme a sec.”
Thomas left the room before quickly returning.
“First things first, you can both put these on,” said Thomas, holding up two pairs of speedos, one red, and one blue.
Alex looked at Oliver, and Oliver looked back, both understandably nervous, while Thomas smiled deviously.
End of Part Four
But I'm sure Thomas has his own sadistic plans in mind catered specifically to his housemates' weaknesses, can't wait to find out what it is, hehe 