Francis and Bryan tied each other up one day at the FootFriends Penthouse and had a hilarious time tickling each other mercilessly. Both of them are real laughers and went crazy being tickled. In this video, Francis is tickling Bryan. In another video, Bryan takes revenge and gives it back to Francis. Be sure to check out these video clips in the Tickling Video section of the clubhouse.
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Scene Title: Francis Tickles Bryan
By slavebladeboi
Getting over his feelings of mortification, Nate slowly climbed out of bed. He pulled the cord and shut those window blinds completely. He knew they wouldn’t stay shut for long. He would soon open them and get some air in the place.
Glad that he didn’t have to face Mike again for at least a week, by which time he’d have determined exactly how much he was visible when standing at that window, he finished in the bathroom and pulled on a pair of shorts, another T shirt and some trainers. Once downstairs he collected Mike’s keys that were still on the floor in the hallway and let himself out.
It seemed strange being in Mike’s house alone. He carefully and quietly walked into all the rooms, all except one that is, although he did give the handle a turn to see if it was really locked. It was almost as though he wasn’t supposed to be there, as if he was a burglar making sure the house was empty. After his “tour” and gaining a bit more confidence, he opened the back door going out onto the rest of the garden and the garage. Letting himself into the garage, he stood looking at that dust sheet and what it covered. He longed to peep under it. He contained himself, for now.
By Takeo
Day 2 – Wednesday June 12th – Going Out
So far I have never experienced dog training, even though I have worn a plug with a dog tail once or twice. But I remember expressing my desire to try it to Florian during one of our chats. Yet what attracts me most is the look, with a tail and a dog hood, a leash, and the fact of being on all fours. As for eating out of a bowl, I had carefully avoided the subject. I like being humiliated by a dom, but this is a little too extreme for me, I thought.
As these thoughts run through my head, I try to understand why I am in this situation. It does not make much sense to me; Flo’s pleasure should be in watching me being humiliated by having to eat off the floor from a bowl, but he is not there.
I realize that I have been up for a while, and that I am hungry. So I resolve to try and eat something. One bowl contains water, the other food. Rice, apparently with bits of vegetable and chicken.
My hands are trapped in the mitts, so if I lift the bowls I risk spilling everything. So I am forced to leave them on the ground and really eat like a dog, even though I am alone and nobody is actually forcing me to.
By ty dehner
As I lifted the shaft of the right boot, the leather scent became stronger. That polished scent was challenging the smell of the other leathers I was wearing, but boot leather is very special, especially this pair that I am about to lace on. The rich red color will make these boots stand out against the black of the leather pants I wear. But I think my man wanted that.
Sliding my socked foot into the boot, I feel the leather close snuggly around my foot. This was a moment when I was unsure that I would ever experience this feeling again. My right foot has changed, healing after a long time that made me understand myself and my relationship with my Boss.
As I pulled the shafts around my leathered leg, smoothing out the gusset and covering the white boot sock, my cock started to grow. Well, trying as my manhood is locked up under the leather jeans, so it doesn’t have much space to expand.
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 20: Stallion A, Meet Stallion B
The slap in front of me was what I’d call an old guy. Forty years old, maybe–but he looked older and younger at the same time. His face was sort of weathered and there were scars on it, like his tools had hit him a few times—not too bad though. Actually good, if you know what I mean. But what I mean about young . . . . He wasn’t one of those slaps that always manages to get issued issued a suit of browns that are a little too small for its Giant Bulging Muscles. His browns were sorta loose and baggy, but you could tell from the way they fell off his pecs and his arms and his thighs that he definitely had things under control in the physical department. So that was interesting! But what was really young about him was just the way he was standing in the stall, leaning one arm on the upper rack, like he was saying, OK, whatever, I’m here, so what?
So what can I say? He was fuckin made for that stall, and that fuckin stall was made for him. Question was, how well was I gonna fit in?
“OK,” he said, “I’ll show you how it goes in here.”
By Robmacz
I awoke the next morning to find my left hand still cuffed to the headboard. I heard Billy in the kitchen, and a few minutes later he was walking back into the bedroom wearing just a pair of boxers and carrying two mugs of coffee.
‘Morning, inmate,’ he said. ‘I’ve made some coffee. I guess I’ll need to take those off you, though. I’ll need them for work later.’
‘Shame,’ I said. ‘I could get used to wearing these.’
‘Well, we will have to see about that,’ he said with a cheeky grin.
‘What would happen,’ I asked, ‘if I got convicted of that DUI?’
‘Relax, you’ve no need to worry, I’ll inform the DA’s office today that after reviewing the evidence there isn’t probable cause.’
‘No, that’s not what I meant. Just suppose you didn’t do that and I pled guilty to the charge instead. What would I get?’
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 7: Investing Is Easier Than You Think
The tea and scones were served on a table in the Major’s office, by a young white slappie who did his work deftly and silently. I always hate it when waiters insist on talking with you. Once they know what you want, they should bring it and go away. But this slappie had been well trained.
The Major took some time to discuss the possibility of what he called “a business connection”—the investment idea again—and presented me with a colorful brochure entitled “The Profits of Penology.” I complimented its appearance and said that I would welcome the opportunity to obtain more information. He complemented my discernment and we exchanged cards.
That part was a bore, but on the whole it was a pleasant conversation. The curtains were drawn back, revealing the pretty vines, hung with blossoms, that trailed around the bars outside the window. Rays of sunlight warmed the room, awakening the incandescent blue of the Major’s uniform, turning the slappie’s necklace into a flash of silver and his short blond hair into a cap of gold. It was good to see slappies in short sleeves again. This one had the slightest, most delicate covering of hair on his arms . . . . If this was life on St. Bevons, maybe it was worth an investment.
You have seen him tickle a bunch of dudes on the Foot Friends site, and now he finally gets tickled back! Yes, Chip consents to be tied up and tickled. Who is the lucky man? Muscle stud Dylan West overpowers this tickling dynamo and gets off on taking control. But, it has to be said, Chip is a feisty one and puts up a fight. He is ticklish everywhere!
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Title of this video: Chip Strong Gets It Again
