Also at My Friends Feet, Eli Lewis came along for some foot worship with his boyfriend, Bryan Cole
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Also at My Friends Feet, Eli Lewis came along for some foot worship with his boyfriend, Bryan Cole
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By Joshua Ryan
When you’re dreaming, you don’t have to plan; one thing usually just leads to more of the same kind of thing. That’s one of the reasons why I kept feeling like I was still in a dream. I used to start each morning by waiting for the prisoners to come from the Durant Unit; now I was starting the afternoon by waiting to go to the Durant Unit and become a prisoner. I was even dressed the same way I always was. My clothes had gotten a little rumpled. There was some dirt on my sleeve that I couldn’t rub off. But the clothes were still all right. That was one good thing about going through it all in one day.
The lawyer left, and an officer came by and gave me a sandwich and a diet coke. So that was the same as usual, too. Then there was nothing going on in the dream, so I took off my coat and tie and put my head down on the table, and I fell asleep. You might think that was surprising. But that’s what happened. I’d gotten up early that day, and a lot of things had happened. I even started another dream.
By Joshua Ryan
“Jake,” I said, “aren’t they worried that you might just walk away from here?”
“Naw. Not really. I wouldn’t get very far. Not with my tatts. And not with these clothes! And then there’s this other thing.” He bent down and lifted one leg of his coarse brown trousers. There, on the leg, was an iron shackle! I’d never seen one before. I’d never even seen a pair of handcuffs. But this thing was incredible — wide and thick and as black as death, with a big old hinge on the back and two big rings sticking out on the sides and a thing like a tongue sticking out in front . . .. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This must have been what I would have seen in those leg shots of his, if I hadn’t been rushing through them so fast . . .
“Notice,” he said, like a professor explaining what you see after you’ve dissected a frog, “there’s no lock. There’s just a flange and a rivet. And a couple of D-rings, in case they want to attach me to somethin.” He reached down and patted his iron. “This baby will never come off. It’s here for life. Unless you happen to have a blowtorch and a lot of anesthetic on you. Of course, I could try to escape, if I could just shed these clothes. But . . . ”
I gulped. That thing was monstrous. How guys could actually run across the field in an iron like that . . .
“What do they . . . attach you to?”
By ty dehner
They say that when opportunity comes knocking you better answer, or it might never return. Well, for me it knocked and i wasn’t ready. Thankfully, it has returned!
MasterJ and i started talking regularly again, he had grown over the years to create a persona and play space that I nicknamed “Dungeon on the Bay.” His photos had started to fill the internet as more boys and Masters discovered this talented Master. He had become to be known as SirN and in time he would become an internet legend. We started discussing a visit to discover each other again. In the meantime, i had introduced a military friend to SirN and he wanted to be Sir’s slave. They had worked on visiting each other during the Labor Day weekend. It was at the last minute that i was also invited and arranged a return to Green Bay. The army boy that i was traveling with was to be referred to as my brother. For if this family comes together, he will be my little brother.
We arrived in Appleton, Wisconsin, in the evening. i was very glad to see SirN again, as we loaded into the van. brother got into the back seat, as we headed out of the airport. As we pulled out of the parking area, SirN realized he forgot his wallet at home, thankfully there wasn’t a fee for parking at this small airport. A short distance down the road, SirN pulls off the freeway and into a parking lot. Soon, SirN put brother into a full leather hood and leather wrist restraints that were locked behind his back. Now he was set for his ride to Green Bay. i am sure he was thrilled, for he loves leather hoods. As we drove down the highway, brother sat high in his seat, the windows tinted so few could see this late in the evening.
We got into Green Bay after about a half hour’s drive and headed towards SirN’s home and the Dungeon on the Bay. Suddenly, SirN yelled for brother to drop to the floor right away. “Shit.” said SirN as alongside the van came a police officer. We pulled into a driveway and waited. The officer came up to Sir’s window and questioned Sir, who stated he didn’t have his license when asked. The officer said that since Sir didn’t have a license and that he sounded nervous, he would search the van. SirN and i sat still as the officer walked around to the sliding door and was about to find brother on the floor, his head hiding between the seats.
Officer opened the door and found brother’s booted feet sticking out at him. The officer tapped brother’s foot, questioning him. He ordered brother up and found him with the full hood on his head. Brother had to be nervous, not knowing what was really happening. But when the officer pulled down the zipper on the face of the hood and let brother actually see him, with a call coming across his radio at the same time, brother knew this was real. The officer certainly had some questions. He zipped the hood back up and walked brother to a nearby brick wall to stand against. The officer came back to SirN and i, who were out of the van. It was great to see our officer friend again. i had met him during my very first visit to SirN over a year ago. He is a real police officer, and when i found out he was visiting during our stay i asked Sir if they’d like to give my brother an experience that many only fantasize about.
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Gorgeous, hairy stud Billy Santoro ended up in the My Friends Feet tickle chair! Billy, dressed here in business attire and dark socks, is definitely ticklish as hell, squirming around like a mad man as they torment him relentlessly. And wouldn’t you know it – Billy ended up getting a raging hard-on while being tickled. It appears he likes it a lot more than he let on!
Model: Billy Santoro
Body Type: Muscular
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But once he his tied up it is too late to stop the guys from My Friends Feet from tickling the fuck out of him!
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Muscle Hunk Viggo is tickled crazy in the My Friends Feet tickle chair. Viggo is strong and muscular and not the kind of man to usually be taken lightly. But he’s SO ticklish! Check him out:
Model: Viggo
Body Type: Muscular
Viggo is another student who doesn’t mind submitting his (very ticklish) size 11 feet for worship in order to fund his education. His gorgeous body makes it no surprise he’s studying exercise science, but more importantly, his socks are always ripe from the gym!
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Kenny is in big trouble in this scene at My Friends Feet.
Kenny hates being in vulnerable positions and protests his predicament quite a bit here. He believes a professional shouldn’t be in such a precarious position. Kenny has gorgeous feet, so they pulled no punches when it came to sniffing, massaging, worshiping and tickling his socked and bare feet!
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