Right Place, Wrong Time: The Footjob Felon (M/MM) finished 6/18

[zerg rush]

Just a quick one. Back by popular demand (ish). Not much set-up because no-one cares and I don't have the time anymore.




“Steve?”

Steve is my best mate. Has been for years. With his parents away, it seemed like a perfect time for a Squid Games marathon binge. I finished watching a few weeks ago, while he was half way through; his parents forcing him to do things like ‘study’. As always, I let myself in using the spare key under the plant pot.

“Steve?”

Not like him. He’s normally quick to insult me when his parents aren’t in. Strange that the curtains were closed and the lights on, despite it being 2 pm. There were a lot of things missing as well. The mantlepiece is usually full of stuff. The clock on the wall was gone. So were all the pictures on the walls. All that was left was the large furniture and the TV.

“Steee-eeeve?”

I checked his bedroom. Maybe he’s playing something in there. Although as he’s on his own, I’d expect his PS5 to be plugged in to the big TV in the lounge.

“Steve? Are you in th... Steve? What are you doing?”

Steve was naked, in some kind of advanced yoga pose, with a pillowcase over his head. It looked like only his hips to his belly button were touching the floor. Everything else was in the air. His upper body was bent backwards, and he was holding his ankles near the small of his back. His room reeked of jizz. I sniffed the air. Fresh jizz.

“Steve you dirty bastard! You knew I was coming over. Couldn’t you have wa....”

I stopped dead. He was tied up in the strictest hogtie I had ever seen. I didn’t know humans could bend that way.

He was bound with what looked to be an endless amount of dark beige twine. Pretty close to Steve’s skin color. At least two thirds of his body was tied up with it. His legs were bent backwards so his heels were pressing on his elbows. More twine tied his ankles to the twine above and below his elbows. As if that wasn’t enough, his upper and lower legs were crushed with twine from his ass and ankles all the way down to his knees. And that was just the twine keeping him hogtied. In between the twine keeping his legs bent backwards, and possibly under it, was twine binding his legs in too many places to count. Even his feet and big toes were tied. His toes were tied to his neck, over the pillowcase over his head. His elbows were touching, tied above and below. Any twine on his lower arms was obscured by his legs, but I could see what looked like miles of twine binding his arms to his back.

“STEVE!! Hang in there, I’ll get help!”

“mmmmm”

I heard a low, quiet hum. I was only 3 feet away and it was really quiet. No wonder I couldn’t here anything.

Steve must have been in agony. Whoever did this must have been a real prick, and a sadist. The twine could only have been 2mm thick at the very most. My only thought was to untie him. But despite all the twine, I couldn’t see a single knot. How could I untie knots I couldn’t even see?! As I had a closer look, two things became apparent. Firstly, far more twice had been used than I thought. Every bit of twine pulverising his body was tied to another 5 or 6 more bits of twine pulverising his body. Somewhere, hidden amongst all of that, must have been a central knot the size of two fists, I though.

“I’ll get something sharp”

I ran to the kitchen. Every single knife, every pair of scissors; gone. I went to the bathroom. Even the shaving razors had been taken. Every single sharp object had been either hidden or stolen.

I went back over to Steve. It would take hours to untie him.

My priority was to remove his pillowcase. To keep him that quiet, his gag must be huge under there. He must be extremely thirsty. It seemed like the fastest thing to untie that would be useful. I carefully examined the twine round his neck. It went from his neck to his toes. That was tied to his upper arms at 5 different places, so that was out. Another piece of twine went from to the twine on his neck to his shoulders. I traced the twine with my fingers. It didn’t seem to connect to anything else. I found a knot! It was hidden under yet more twine around his shoulders, right on his shoulder blades. If every knot was hidden like this...

The twine was so thin and tied so tight, it took what felt like an age to unpick that knot. I couldn’t get enough purchase with my fingers. 5 minutes it took to untie that one triple knot, and that was with the full use of my hands. How Steve would have even untied a single knot, even if he could find one, let alone reach it, I’ll never know. Which makes the amount of twine used ridiculous. It must have taken ages to tie Steve up like that.

After untying that knot, some of the twine unravelled, revealing another knot, much bigger than the first. It had been surrounded by the twine I’d just untied. It took me a further 10 minutes to untie that one. I’d never seen a knot like it. It seemed to double, triple, quadruple back on itself. There was no give at all. Every time I managed to get some tiny bit of purchase, something would tighten somewhere else, usually removing my previous progress. Once it was finally untied, I unwound the twine round Steve’s neck. I pulled the pillowcase off his head, to reveal a very sweaty upper face. His eyes were red and wet. His lower face was a mass of black tape, which didn’t fully conceal an enormous bulge where his mouth should have been. No wonder he was so quiet. No care was taken over his hair, which looked to be caught in the tape. Steve blinked, getting used to the increased light. The tape was so tight around his face he couldn’t fully close his lower eyelids.

“mmmm”

“It’s OK dude. I’ll get you out of this”

“mmmmm”

I struggled to find the end of the tape. It looked and felt completely smooth. From behind me, a cloth was held over my nose and mouth. My arms were held to my sides by whoever was behind me.

“Surprise”

“MMMMMM!”

“mmmmm”

“Breathe. Take it all in.”

I fought, but he was far too strong for me, especially with the fumes from the cloth. I felt my strength drain.

“Who the fuck are you anyway? You don’t live here. I’ve never seen you around.”

“MMMFFGFG”

“Your friend here has very pretty feet, you know. I’ve been tracking him for a while now.”

He forced me to my knees.

“MMMFFPPH?”

“mmm”

He held my face an inch from Steve’s soles. Was that...?

“Look at all that cum! I spent a full hour tasting them, then I busted a good four loads on them.”

“Mggghhg?”

“mmmmm”

“Feet like his deserve to be fucked relentlessly by an alpha like me. Especially while the rest of him is mercilessly bound and gagged! Doesn’t he look good? So adorable, so...mine.”

I was fading away.

“Helpless male teen feet taste much better than consensual feet do. And when they desperately struggle against my cock...

They were the last words I heard.

[blackbound]

Oh hell yes. [spoiler] is one of the very, very few things I have bookmarked in hope of a continuation because it's so fucking hot.

[MaxRoper]

Ooh, a nasty little short tale getting right to the good stuff with no unnecessary build-up. Just the way I like 'em. There's room for more parts, but this is just the sort of thing I look for here. Thanks!

[Bradstick]

That was amazing, even for a short story that was great! I would love to see more of this story if you find the time to write more.

I loved how you described the way he was bound. To bad we never figured out what he was gagged with. Would love to know what all the footjob felon used on poor Steve.

Amazing work and I can’t wait to see more from you!

[harukatsukino]

finally another nasty zerg post to complete my sunday

[harukatsukino]

finally another nasty zerg post to complete my sunday

whoa that spoiler! is this the same criminal as the gym story??? that's my favorite story. now im hoping there's a part 2 or a merge of the older stories

[Pup Wingletang]

Great little story and I love how extreme the bondage is. Sounds like someone took a lot of care and attention to create a work of art.

[DeeperThanRed]

I loved this unique tie-up. Poor Steve is absolutely helpless with it and it says a lot how his friend couldn't rescue him in time.

That spoiler is pretty interesting. I always enjoy people connecting stuff to other stories.

[Tsuhaya]

Bright start. Extreme bondage is very well described. The spoiler is the icing on the cake. I'm looking forward to more of this story

[TightropesEU]

Agree with the above comments, don't leave us hanging as long as Steve, please

[zerg rush]

I don't like bumping my own stuff, especially as this is quite near the top now.

Jesus that's a lot of comments, for something that's short and not that detailed. Maybe you commented on the wrong story, or got lost on the way to Bondagefreaks stuff.

Thanks to everyone who took the time to leave some words. This was only supposed to be a straightforward A to B type thing. I had an idea for a scenario, then remembered something I wrote a long time ago and thought it would suit the villain hero.

I deliberately wanted the worst stuff to happen, to Steve, off screen. It will be hinted at though. I could do a prequel if enough people want one, but it will be pretty dark.

In the future we can all look forwards to such goodness as; a huge, disgusting gag; breathplay; mummification; poor use of the semi-colon; and the endgame. Maybe some shitty paint manips/ illustrations as well, within reason.

[Bradstick]

[mention]zerg rush[/mention] I would love a prequel chapter to Steve and what happened to exactly. You have a great setup for the story and we all read this story and we have an idea of what happened. If you want to make it dark, MAKE IT DARK! Have fun with it and I can’t wait to see what happened to Steve in detail.

And you absolutely deserved all those comments, you are a great writer! You have a great way of describing bondage and what is happening. You deserve all the love this story is getting. Can’t wait for your next story!!!

[blackbound]

I would also love a prequel. Being very dark is what makes your writing unique, and I enjoy it a lot.

[harukatsukino]

I would rate any dark, bone-snapping story 10 stars, it's a story it should be thrilling and horrifying yes for twisted horror

[zerg rush]

Dragon. A huge green dragon. It was having a fierce battle with a horde of goblins. Goblins armed with spears, some of them on fire. The dragon shrugged them off as though they were nothing. I guess to a vast dragon they were. The dragon spat fire at the goblins, turning them into piles of ash. The goblins fought to a man, trying to defend their home. They were outmatched. Goblin genocide. The dragon flew off, leaving nothing but burnt rubble in it’s wake.


Thirst. Nausea. Where am I? Goblins and dragons? Did I just wake from some kind of fever dream? My mouth feels dry. I can’t move. Sleep paralysis! I can make out two blurry figures in the haze. A small, squat thing, gray. Or is it silver? Hovering over me, a black blurry shape. It speaks in strange words. They foul the very air. All I feel is confusion and vast oceans of emptyness. IT TOUCHES MY FACE! I can’t move a muscle! “HELP ME!” I scream! No sound comes out at all. This being has robbed me of my speech as well as my movement?!

“DON’T TURN ME INTO ONE OF THEM!” I cry, referring to the gray/silver husk near me. Again, no sound! It must be an occultist, sacrificing me for God knows what. I look at the strange object. It appears vaguely humanoid in shape. Completely motionless. Could it be an idol or statue of some kind? An object of worship? The being I’m being sacrificed to?!

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My brain fires through different scenarios like a flick book, trying to make sense of what the fuck is going on. The fog starts to lift. The feeling of thirst is overwhelmed by a disgusting taste in my mouth. My whole body aches, particularly my ass and my upper back. Think you idiot, think! I was going to see Steve. He was bound and gagged on the floor, then the cloth over my face...

My vision began to clear. There’s a man in front of me, holding something. That taste in my mouth; like vinegar. My mouth feels full of...something. If I’m coming round, why am I still paralysed?

There’s pressure on my lower face. It feels sticky. The man is holding a roll of tape. A ROLL OF TAPE?!

“mmmppph?”

Layer after layer of tape is applied to my mouth. Whatever is in my mouth is forcing it wide open. I almost vomit into it. It’s packing my mouth far beyond what it was designed to fit. I cough again. Spit it out! I can’t budge it with my tongue. I can’t move my tongue at all. This vast wad is staying in my mouth until someone peels this tape off.

The sound of tape echoes in the room. The man’s hands are a blur as more and more of the sticky stuff is wrapped around my lower face.

“mmmm! mmm!”

The roll of tape ends. It’s so tight around my mouth and face that I can’t blink properly. I cough into my disgusting gag again.

“Awww, is it too much for you? That’s your own filth, that is.” My own filth? What did that mean?

I look across the room. Steve is mummified to a chair!

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His lower face is a mass of black tape. Everything else, apart from the rest of his head and his cock, are buries under layers of silver. Even his feet have been taped up.

I look down. Everything from my ankles to my belly button is covered in tape, Then from my shoulders to my nipples. There is a huge roll of tape still hanging on to my chest. That the tape is strong enough to hold itself without breaking or unravelling scares me.

I must be tied the same way as Steve. My whole body feels itchy. My arms are crushed behind my back with what feels like thick string. Elbows welded together. The twine from before. My legs feel tied in the same way. Even my dick and balls have been tied! It feels like someone’s squeezing my testicles. I couldn’t even untie the twine when I was free. Being tied up with it myself, I’ll never get free, and that’s before we get to all the tape. There’s a good 7 used rolls of tape. They look wider than normal duct tape. He walks in front of me and resumes taping my upper body to the chair.

“I wasn’t expected any interruptions. I only brought enough twine and electrical tape to tie up one person. Luckily there was loads of tape in the garage. Extra wide Gorilla tape as well.”

“mmm mmm mmmm”

We are fucked.

As he tapes me, my attention turns to my ass. It feels full. That cunt has shoved something huge up there! And mummified to the chair, there’s no possible way to expel it. I push, but trapped by the chair and Gorilla tape, it goes absolutely nowhere.

He rips the roll free and smooths everything down. There’s still 3/4 of the roll left.

“Are you enjoying that dildo in your ass? Beta bitches like you are not worthy of enjoying my mighty cock, or my cum. Your friend here though, what a fine man he is. He was CERTAINLY worthy of being impaled by my dick. Twice in fact.”

I look at Steve. His face is red. I can’t shift the image of him, helpless bound in twine, being raped by this pervert. With both of us completely helpless and vulnerable, he can do anything he wants.

“I enjoyed his feet first though. His toes, his soles. All covered in my spunk. I must have cum 4 or 5 times on them! Of course, a puny manlet like you can’t even get it up, let alone ejaculate. That’s why I have you some Viagra. And the cum dumpster. His dick must be a good 3 inches longer than yours, and an inch wider.”

I was grateful he didn’t deem me “worth” raping.

“He is fully deserving of the name cum dumpster, after all the loads he took. You, manlet, don’t even deserve a name. Just your precense is enough to kill my erection stone dead. Still, I’m a nice guy. I’ve given you a cock rammed firmly up your ass as well. Thank me.”

I coughed into my gag. I had to concentrate to avoid choking on it.

“mmm”

“See, I knew you liked dick!”

“mm mmmm mm mmm!”

“Even your feet are ugly and smelly. Not like cum dumpster’s feet. I refuse to cum in your prescense on principle, but I’ll let you cum to them. Not ON them, you understand. They are mine and mine alone. Toes like his are too good to share, especially with manlets like you.

“mmm?” we both cried in unison.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you out!”

What the fuck did he mean by help? There’s no way I’m going to cum to my best friends feet! Never in a million years.

He tipped Steve’s chair backwards and dragged him over to mine. He picked up a sock off the floor.

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I recognised it instantly. It was mine. I gagged when I realised where the other one.

“mmm mmmm mmm mm mmmmm”

I was choking on my own foul Baseball sock! I’d worn that for 6 games without washing it. 6 GAMES!” Countless hours of sweat and toejam was crammed in my mouth. Every time I swallowed, I was swallowing my own sweaty foot juice! Appalled, I was desperate to get free. I didn’t move a millimetre. Suddenly my vision was filled with this.

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“Aren’t they amazing. So strong and manly. Look at all that spunk around his toes!

He put my other nasty sock over my erect cock.

“I would rather touch your moldy, plaque ridden sock than your psuedo cock. It’s isn’t worthy of the name. It’s more like a clit... That’s it! Your little clitoris!”

“mmm mmmmmmmmm mm”

With my rancid baseball sock over my penis like a condom, he wanked me off. With his other hand he held Steve’s feet to my face. This nightmare wasn’t happening! This was a dream. It had to be!

He manipulated my shaft with his hand,up and down. I was helpless. I WAS going to cum for Steve’s feet and there wasn’t a damn thing we could do about it.

“Breathe! Smell that cum. That’s alpha bull cum, that is. You will never see or smell it again, manlet. Look at his feet and toes struggle against the Gorilla tape. Isn’t it erotic. And your pitiful gagged pleas! If I had a free hand, I’d record this... What a great idea!”

He stopped jerking me off. He pulled out his phone and stuck it on a tripod. He went back to masturbating me and forcing Steve’s feet to my face. He started rotating his hand as he stroked, getting faster and faster.

“Doesn’t that feel good on your clit? A beta like you is almost certainly a virgin. I bet this is the first time you’ve had a hand on your clitty. Well, that isn’t your own.”

“mmmm mmm.mm. mm. mm. mm. mm”

“You’re going to remain a virgin long after I’ve left, manlet. That dildo doesn’t count as sex. Cum dumpster over there felt like a virgin. Such a tight asshole. It look a lot of effort to get my nutsack to touch his nutsack. But eventually you took every one of my 11 inches, didn’t you cum slut?”

“mmm”

“mmmmmm?!”

“Deflowering handsome twinks is a speciality of mine. Those feet and those futile pleas, well, they would make even a manlet like you rock hard!”

I was getting close. This freak had clearly done this a lot. Even with a thick sock over my dick, every movement and flick of the wrist sent waves of unwanted pleasure through my body. I stopped concentrating on my gag and started doing all I good to stop myself from cumming.

“mmm. mggff mmmm”

I dry heaved on the thick rank rotten cheesy sock filling my mouth beyond capacity. My spit was loosening months of dried sweat from the fabric, making it taste even worse. I coughed, and snot flowed out of my nose down my face.

“Not yet manlet. You don’t come until I give you permission!”

I didn’t want to come full stop! I didn’t want to compare it to Steve’s harrowing experience, but it was similar in so many ways. Just because the huge dick up my ass was artificial, it in no way diminshed my suffering. I was still punishingly, overwhelmingly bound and gagged, being raped by a foot obsessed weirdo. I cried for my mom.

“mmm. mmmmmm. mm mmmm...”

I was getting perilously close to the point of no return.

“No. NO! Control yourself, manlet! Savour it. You will never see these these feet again, desperate to you to taste. Can’t you hear them call our to you, manlet. ‘Suck on me. These toes were made to be slobbered over!’”

He made me nod my head and I frantically tried shaking it. My tears were stinging my eyes.

“I knew you liked them. Well they’re MINE. You’ve got a thick disgusting sock and a whole roll of 3 inch wide Gorilla tape in between you and the object of your desires. So close...

“mmm. mm. mm . mm. mm. MMMMMMMM. mmmmmmmmmmmmm...”

“...And yet so fa...I TOLD you not to cum until I said you could. You didn’t even last 5 minutes, manlet. You aren’t even a beta. You’re an omega!”

He took his hand off the sock and put it in his pocket. Warm liquid spurted out of the dildo in my ass, shooting deep up my rectum.

“mmmmmm?”

“You were SUPPOSED to cum at the exact moment I made your dildo cum. An omega manlet like you can’t even get that right!”

[Bradstick]

That was another fantastic chapter. I loved the absolute degradation he was getting from this captor. Can’t wait to see where you go with this.

I also really like the idea of a prequel! Steve situation is so much hotter compared to him. I would love to see the events of what happened before the protagonist came to Steve house.

[blackbound]

Brutal roasting from the Felon, I almost feel bad for our protagonist. I'd like to re-iterate my vote for the prequel, too, especially after seeing that pic of Steve...

[harukatsukino]

Damn protagonist why did he has to pass out during the entire twine binding process, now I need Steve story I hope he's conscious to experience all the psychotic knotless twine binding

[zerg rush]

I struggled to get my breathe back after my forced handjob. Steve’s feet were still being pressed firmly against my face. He used his heavilly taped feet and toes to try and remove my gag. Fat chance of that. 60 yards of ultra sticky gorilla tape was plastered over the entireity of my lower face. It would have hard for an untied person to remove. And Steve was mummified to a chair, using his tied feet and toes. Something our captor spotted, bus misinterpreted, such was his overwhelming lust for Steve.

“No cum dumpster. I know you want him to smell your perfect feet, and my alpha cum, but he doesn’t deserve it.”
He turned to me.

“If you wanted those soles in your face, all you have to do was hold on for a bit longer.”

He pulled Steve’s feet away from my face. “If you were a good boy, I would have taped them to your face. After cumming on them again, of course. If you were a REALLY good boy, I’d have let you suck them clean.

“Mmmmmmg”

No fucking way was I going to do that!

“It’s no good begging me now. You had your chance! Now instead of savoring your friend’s bare feet, you’ll be savoring your sock.”


He pulls the jizz covered sock off my cock. My pubes were matted with the load I’d just shot. He turned it inside out and held the still warm toe end over my nose.

“mm-mm. mmm-mm!”

I shook my head, trying to avoid what was coming next. He took a roll of gorilla tape and taped the toe end I’d spunked it 30 seconds ago over my nose. 8, 10, 12 layers of tape made sure I wasn’t shaking it off.

“mmmmm..”

“Doesn’t omega like the smell of his own cum?”

Every breathe I took was being filtered by my sweaty feet and my own cum. Because so much of your taste is linked to your sense of smell, I thought I could taste it as well. I violently dry heaved. Continuosly.

He left us for minute. Steve couldn’t maintain eye contact with me, after being wanked off over his jizz covered feet.
I was trying not to be sick. Every shudder forced my huge buttplug a milimetre deeper inside my aching ass. There was no point in either of us struggling against all the thin ropes and rolls of gorilla tape.

He came back with a tupperware box, full of white powder. He put my feet in it, and poured more white powder over the top. I didn’t like this. I couldn’t flex my ankles high enough to pull my feet out of the powder. Whatever that powder was, my feet were staying in it.

He walked over to Steve. He untaped his toes and walked to me. “He was punished for fighting back earlier. Now, you get his punishment. The sock wasn’t enough?! In his hand was a yellow plastic gold tee. He squeezed the head of my cock to open the hole, and forced the tee spike first down it!

“Mmmmmm”

“Awwww, does it hurt the manlet? Cum dumpster took it like a man!”

He forced me on my side, and pulled me over to Steve. My face was inches away from Steve’s feet. Again.

Now remember manlet. What I’m about to do, you could have been doing.

He took Steve’s toes in his mouth, and sucked on them for all he was worth. They were both moaning heavilly. Steve in distress and the intruder in sheer bliss. He didn’t seem to care he was also tasting his own cum. He held Steve’s feet in one hand, and his cock with the other. He attacked Steve’s toes like he hadn’t eaten for a week. I could hear the sucking and slurping over both our gagged screams. He went from one foot to the other, devouring his defenseless toes. At no point did his eyes ever leave Steve’s feet.

“Thhhfff...cofff hfff... bfnnff.. yfffff” he taunted continuosly with a mouthful of Steve’s toes, looking the other way. I was close enough to see his spit run down his taped soles. This is what he was doing to Steve before I arrived?! Thank fuck he wasn’t interested in me at all.

He stopped sucking Steve’s toes. “You could have been sucking on these perfect feet, manlet. Instead, you’re inhaling your own weak, seedless cum, with a golf tee stuck in your cock.” He ravaged Steve’s toes again. At one point he sucked so hard I thought they’d come clean off his feet. “Actually, I changed my mind. These feet are far too good to share. Especially with you” Given the situation, I think I’d rather be sucking on Steve’s toes than being waterboarded with my own sweaty spunky sock with a golf tee in my urethra.

He deepthroated Steve’s left foot, up to the tape. His moans got louder. He didn’t make it to Steve’s right foot. He stopped sucking for about 2 seconds before exploding over his toes. I didn’t know semen could be produced in such quantities. Especially after already cumming 6 times before, apparently.

“Look at that. That’s grade A alpha cum, that is.” I couldn’t help but stare. 7 of Steve’s toes were covered, as well as half the tape on his feet. He pulled me back upright. Steve was still on his back like a turtle, but even more helpless. “I was wrong before. Turns out cum dumpsters feet are sooo good, I can keep an erection in your prescence, as long as I don’t look at you”

“I’ve cum. You’ve... whatever it is you call that watery shit that comes out of your clit. But cum dumpster...,” he prodded Steve’s testicles with a finger. “He hasn’t cum. I’ve got all of your expensive stuff. I meant to leave earlier, but I couldn’t resist cum dumpster’s feet. I’ve got a few recordings, so I can play them back whenever I want.”

He took my feet out of the powder. With Steve still on his back, I was moved so my chair was over Steve’s upper body. He taped my bare feet together, in the middle of my soles. My feet were lowered around Steve’s cock, so it was between my feet. My big toes were tied together with the twine. I struggled right up until me feet were wrapped around Steve’s cock. Then I froze.

“It’s only fair cum dumpster gets to cum as well. He’s been tied up for nearly 4 hours now. I’ve got to go. I meant to leave ages ago, but you, manlet, showed up. You’ve cum for his feet. Now he can cum for yours. This could be your only chance to get someone off! I suggest you use it.”

He left, carrying a rather full bag of what I assumed were valuables. The front door slammed shut. There was no way we were going to untie ourselves. There was no way I could hope to make enough noise through my huge nasty baseball sock, a whole roll of gorilla tape, and the other nasty, cum coated sock taped over my nose and mouth. Steve’s gag looks similarly massive, and I couldn’t hear his gagged cries until I was in the same room. Bound with twine, mummified to chairs. Me with a massive buttplug in my ass and a golf tee in my cock. We were fucked. As long as I kept my feet still, things wouldn’t get any worse.



I feel something on my feet. I kick out to get rid of it. Jerking Steve’s cock as I do. He makes a noise in his gag. I kick out again. Someone or something is tickling my feet! I wriggle my feet involuntary, which manipulated Steve’s cock. My laughter is massive quietened by my gag, as is Steve’s reactions. A mix of fear and confusion. I hope he can tell I’m laughing, and not doing it deliberately...

The tickling is getting worse. I can’t concentrate on anything other than the assault on my helpless feet. Steve’s gagged moans are changing. YUCK!!! I feel a warm liquid all over my feet. It’s not Steve’s fault. I didn’t want to cum in my sock earlier either. I can’t stop moving my feet to escape whatever is tickling them. After another 10 minutes, Steve cums over my feet again. I start to cry. Why couldn’t he have just tied us up and left us! Why did he have to sexually assault us!

* 15 hours later



My feet have been jerking off Steve non-stop. So much cum. So much cum. Steve looks to be on the verge of passing out. From the bits I can see, his cock is red raw, and covered in what look like friction burns. My whole body feels numb. I’m drenced in sweat, but none of the tape mummifying me to the chair has loosened in the slightest. The twine underneath it all is still as brutally cruelly tight as before. My massive gag is still keeping my quiet, stoppin me from alerting anyone of our predicament. The buttplug still impales me, and I still have a golf tee in my urethra. Steve is still just as mummified and hugely gagged as before. Despite this, my mind is almost entirely consumed by the relentless tickling.


*KNOCK KNOCK*



“mmmmm!!! mmmmm!!!!”

*KNOCK KNOCK*


“MMMMMM!!!”

This is our chance of rescue!!! I scream as loud as I can. Futilely, into my enormous packing of thick sweat socked baseball sock, held in place by a whole roll of extra sticky, extra strong gorilla tape. With the other sweat soaked, now cum soaked, baseball sock over my nose and mouth for even more silencing. The knocking stops. I howl into my gag in despair. Steve orgasms again, but he has no more cum left to shoot onto my feet.


2 hours later, there’s a much louder bang at the door. There’s another, then suddenly the front door flies open.

“POLICE!!! COME OUT WIT YOUR HA....OH MY GOD!!”
“Stay outside please. You don’t want to see this”

It took the police half an hour to untie us. When the tape was removed from Steve’s mouth, a huge pair of white pants with dark yellow stains was pulled out of his mouth. As I expected, there was a massive buttplug crammed and taped up his ass. As he slowly pulled out, it was clear by the amount of white that he’d been fucked at least once. The police did untie us, but we had to pull out our buttplugs and my golf tee on our own, as well as untape and untie our cocks and balls.

The police took DNA samples of the intruders cum. They found itching powder on my feet.

A week later, Steve’s parents sold the house and moved 50 miles away. We are still friends, but every time we meet up, I’m reminded of the day we were the victims of the footjob felon.

[Havok978]

Returning from the dead to say damn this was a hot story

[blackbound]

I missed this as the new story got posted. Fully agree, love the cruelty of it all, and the nonetheless mostly happy ending.

[Mr.Stranger]

Love this story, thank you

[harukatsukino]

let's hope the original footjob felon story has a closure too, finger crossed

[taytay]

Thanks for finishing the story zergrush. I love your extra cruel imagination and I love anything you post.. really hope to see more content from you soon <3

[Pup Wingletang]

Love the extreme bondage. The footjob felon really is a sadistic and devious bastard. The final torment with the itching powder was a brilliant idea.