Worshiper of my friend (m/m) Chapter 7

Postby HumHumming » Mon May 26, 2014 9:00 am

Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

First of all I just want to say that I am completely new to this. This is the first time I have ever attempted to write a story involving fetishes and tugs… so all the possible feedback is welcome. This story is mainly going to be about two male friends who are in their late teens, every character in this story is entirely fictional and not based on any person in real life. Moreover, I’m not afraid to receive negative feedback and harsh criticism. So be honest if you feel like giving this story the time to read. Thank you on forehand! :D

Prologue:

My name is Philip, and I have since my young teens had a serious fetish for feet, tickling and lately bondage. And I fantasize about it all the time… let’s just say that I’m a little boy who enjoys his fantasies and moments to jerk off to them. And through my entire life I have always been straight, or maybe not… it’s hard to say. I have sort of been bi-curious. And by that I mean that I have always been attracted to the female gender, but I have been curious to males and have even jerked off to male ‘’material’’, but I’m still very doubtful about it. Let’s say that I have been more attracted to females but that I’m at least not turned off by males.
But that was then, now I am full on bi, if not more male-loving than female-loving. And my entire day-to-day life has been changed around, to the better or the worse is up to you to judge. But this is the story of how me and my close friend Jason became even closer, and how he came to ‘’own’’ me. Well we have been friends for about four years now, and it is only recently that we have really come to develop feelings for each other. We have turned from just being friends who hung out together, to something completely different. And right now I am willing to give him my full attention at all times. And how that came to be… well that will now be written down for you all to read. Enjoy! :big:
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Mon May 26, 2014 9:16 am

Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Chapter 1:

I was on my way walking to Jason’s house. We had decided to hang out at his place this weekend. His parent would be gone for the night and only come home the next day, so we had his entire house to ourselves. And yes he does still live at home because he’s 18 and studying in his hometown, so that is why he never really had the need to move away from his home in a rush. In any case we had the house to ourselves and we would really enjoy ourselves. Hanging out, drinking beer, grilling outside for one of the first times of the year. Playing games as we usually did. But maybe I should give you some info first on how me and Jason actually look:
I have light brown hair which I prefer to keep at a medium length that I usually apply hair wax to, simply to give it a bit more volume and to make it not simply just lie down flat on my head. My face is slightly edge shaped around the chins, with a somewhat square-shaped outline of the face. I have blue almond shaped eyes with a straight-lined nose. My skin is quite pale and I have always been a very slim person. I may have broad shoulders but I’ve never had much muscles or flesh on my 1.78m length body. But nor am I skinny, slim and slightly outlined muscles are the proper words for my body shape.
As for my friend, his name is Jason. He has more darker brown hair which he tends to keep quite short and of course with hair wax to give it more volume and shape than I have. His eyes are of deep green and he has a very outlined face with quite edged chins. The type of supermodel face that girls would fall for immediately. He is just a bit longer than me with a length of 1.86m and he has a much more darker tanned skin. As my body is with very few big muscles his body is the opposite. He’s not extremely buff but he has a lot bigger and more defined muscles, and abs that will make most people who see them gaze at him. He is just a bit longer and he clearly has a lot more defined muscles that are a treat to look upon. That combined with a handsome face, his gorgeous 45 European sized feet and a confident attitude has made him a secret dream of mine. A dream that I thought would never come true.

And so I arrived at his house at 4.30 pm. It was a moderately large house in a quite nice housing block on the outside of town. It showed some status as of how much money he and his family had. Though that was nothing new to me. I walked up to the large brown door of the house and just walked in as we knew each other good and there was no need to knock at it. We greeted each other and he offered me a beer nearly as soon as I entered, and that was an offer which I couldn’t refuse. But what happened during the early long hours of the evening are relatively irrelevant, so I’m going to skip forward to the later part. It was after 9pm, the sun had set and it was now fully dark outside, the only things illuminating the outside were lights from all the other houses. Imagine yourself where we were right now, a bit tipsy and not to drunk, and we were of course fucking with each other as friends do. And of course we were boasting as of who could beat the other one in a racing game we played. Truth be honest, we had been annoying each other a bit more than usual this evening, and so we were triggering each other more and more. This eventually led to us making bets on winning the next race we would play. And I want you all to remember, by this time I was still very bi-curious and not so sure about the male gender. But I had always in a way kept Jason in high regard, and had even jerked off to him a few times. It could be from dreaming about his perfect soles, being tickled by him etc. So secretly within myself I had always worshiped Jason’s body and dreamed about him but I had never truly admitted it. But what I didn’t know was that he was in fact a full out bisexual himself. I didn’t know that he had secretly dreamed about me the same way, only that he was on top of course, that he was being the dominant one as is in his nature. He had never admitted his bisexuality to anyone, not even to me. At least not at the time… Perhaps he knew that I had been curious at trying out my fetishes with guys, and that I was partially interested in him. That would explain what happened next, that would explain how he dared make the bet he made.

‘’Hey Phil, I tell you what! Let’s make a bet on this next race!’’ said Jason coaxingly

‘’What sort of bet?’’ I replied

‘’Any bet you want, come on say anything you want of me should you win’’

‘’Alright then, if I win you will pay me for everything I brought here this evening. The food, the drinks and… well you know you have to pay for it all!’’

‘’Fair enough, but should I win… you will have to serve me in any way I want this evening.’’ said Jason with a mischievous smile

‘’What do you mean by serving? What kind of services do I have to do to you?’’

‘’Well if I tell you to serve me drinks you will serve me drinks, if I tell you to clean the house up you will clean the house up. If I tell you to give me a foot rub you will give me a foot rub. Consider it being my slave for the evening. Anything I tell you to do you will do for me’’ he said as he stared at me intensively
My heart raced a bit when I heard the part about his feet. I had as I mentioned always had a slight interest in him even if I never wanted to truly admit it.

‘’Well fine! You won’t win anyways so it doesn’t matter’’

‘’Oh Philip, I would regret those brave words of your if I were you. You have no idea what you are up for.’’

‘’Well then I can’t wait to find out if it’s really that interesting’’ I said with a sly smile

We shook hands and the bet was on… Little did I know that this bet was going to change the way me and Jason looked at each other forever.

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby donatello » Mon May 26, 2014 6:13 pm

Looking forward to the next part :)

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby bondagefreak » Mon May 26, 2014 9:05 pm

Hello my friend!
I'm really glad you decided to publish your first story here.
This is definitely showing promise and already I can't wait to read what happened after you and Jason took the bet.

Something tells me I'm gonna enjoy this story a lot.
Keep it up!
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby chadmc90 » Mon May 26, 2014 9:26 pm

Good start, Hum! I would say add two extra spaces between those paragraphs that end but have no space in between. Other than that, a nice beginning!
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Tue May 27, 2014 8:53 am

Thank you for the kind words. At this stage I'm just glad that there are at least some who have seen this story and who are giving it some attention. And feel free to critisice it to your hearts content!
Right now I am just focusing on trying to make the story interesting enough for people to keep reading it.
I can also promise that the next chapter will come out tomorrow :)

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Wed May 28, 2014 5:43 am

Well here's the next chapter. There will be a lot of dialougue here to simply unlock events for future chapters. But I think you might enjoy it.

Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Chapter 2:

Oh my god… what the fuck was I thinking? I should have guessed he was up to something. He had planned this out a long while before… I-I never knew he was this way, or that he had wanted to do these things to me. He’s doing this against my will, he wants to make me suffer, to make me his own to play with. All I want is for him to let me go and never touch me again. And yet I still like it. What? No… I don’t, he’s keeping me here against my own will, no no no... why do I still have these sensations? Why am I hard throughout all of this? Tied up and played with and tickled mercilessly… and yet I have remained aroused through it all. I want him to stop, I want him to continue. Oh god… what is happening to me…

I had lost the bet, and to make matters worse I had lost it in a fair game. The bet was on and we raced each other in the game. And it was a close one as well, it was only by the end when I was getting nervous about what would happen should I lose, and that was when I drove off track. He won the race and immediately flung up from the couch and swung his arms up in the air triumphantly.

‘’Haha you lost man! You lost the race, now you will have to do whatever I tell you to do!’’ he smirked as he finished the sentence

‘’Something tells me you will regret this bet Philip. Now for the first order of business, I want you to clean off this living room table. Look at it, it’s a mess!

‘’Well fine, whatever you say man’’ I said as I threw my hands down in surrender. I immediately got to it and cleaned off the table, throwing away all the bottles and trash and even wiping it clean with a dishcloth.

‘’Well done Philip’’ he said as I had finished

‘’Now I want you to get to your second task for the night… get on your knees in front of me on the opposite side of the table’’

I did as I was asked and sat down so that I was facing him sitting on the couch with the table between us.

‘’Now would you please be a good boy and give me a good foot rub Philly?’’ he said with a gentle voice and a cute smile, a smile that was both demanding and asking at the same time. Of course I couldn’t refuse him, I had lost the bet and his besides, I had never really been grossed out by his feet. I thought it was a fantasy come true, but at the same time I was really hesitant to doing it.

‘’Come on man… anything but that, I don’t wanna rub your feet’’ I said not really meaning it, I knew he wouldn’t let me off this but it was more of a try to make it seem normal that I would try to get out of massaging his big feet.

‘’Oh no! You lost the bet and you will do the right thing and rub my feet now’’ he said with a much more demanding voice as he stretched out his legs on the table and put his feet in front of my face (the table was quite low and not made for the purpose of eating on and so I was face height with it when kneeling down). I knew that he was stronger than me and could force me, and it really wasn’t a big deal to rub his feet. It wasn’t something to worth to straight out refuse, and he stretched out his legs in a manner that wasn’t asking my permission. So I did what he asked.

‘’Fine then… I’ll do it for you. Do you want me to take off the socks or not?’’ I asked as I reached out for his big sweaty feet covered by white ankle socks.

‘’That’s a really good question Philly, you can take them off. I want to fully relax and feel my feet getting rubbed real good by you’’ he said in a cocky tone. I knew he wasn’t acting normal, but that was probably just because he had won the bet I thought. It would turn out later that the beer made him both horny and unable to hide his true sexuality. He wasn’t going to attempt to hide it atleast.

After about ten minutes of me rubbing his bare 45 EU sized feet and him watching TV he finally let out a big moan.

‘’Awwwww man… that feel good! You are a true born talent at this Philly’’

‘’Stop calling me Philly, Jason! You know I don’t like it’’ I said in an irritated tone
He pulled his feet away from me and leaned in to my face in the matter of two seconds.

‘’Hey, I don’t think you are the one to ask for favors here… Philly’’ he whispered in my ear

‘’You are really enjoying this aren’t you?’’ I said with a big sigh, not wanting to anger him. People can tend to act outside themselves when they’re drunk and so I played it safe.I knew that he could beat my ass if he really wanted to.

‘’Are you kidding me? Of course I am, and from what I can see you are too! he said as he pointed at my bulge in my pants. I immediately blushed and reached down my pocket and readjusted it quickly.

‘’Oh no this? This is nothing it’s just lying a bit weird that’s all’’ I said in a nervous tone. Shit! I thought. Was he gonna find out about this now? That I had sometimes secretly been turned on by him? It just couldn’t happen!

‘’Oh no Philly I know what that is! You are getting hard by this!’’ he said with a huge amused smile on his face

‘’No shit, fuck… Jason please, It’s not what you think. I’m not getting turned on by your feet!’’ It would be a disaster if people knew I was getting turned on by feet. And particularly male feet!

‘’Don’t you lie to me Philip!’’ he said in a stern voice. I knew that I couldn’t lie to him, he was standing over me, and being much bigger and stronger than me he was scary and intimidating. It would be hard to lie to him, especially when he was on the brink of being angry and when he would strain his big muscles as he towered over me. I had no other choice but to confess, even if I didn’t want to. Shit he already knew I was lying.

‘’Okay okay… fuck. Yes I admit I do get hard by it. By your feet. But please Jason you can’t tell this to anyone please’’ I begged him sincerely

‘’It’s nothing wrong with it and I can understand if you like my feet. And I’ve always known that you have liked them.’’

‘’What, wait how did you know that? You can’t have known that?’’

‘’Come on Philip, the way you have stared at women feet and the way I have often seen you stare at mine. It’s not really a well-kept secret for the observant person’’ he said coaxingly, obviously he was proud that he had saw through this

‘’Man… have you know it for as long as we’ve known each other?’’ I said in shock

‘’Well after about a year in, when I noticed your staring at my feet became more regular. But hey I want you to get back to massaging my feet okay?’’ he sat back on his old position on the couch and stretched out his feet towards me. Not really waiting for an answer from me.

‘’S-sure… of course’’ I said confused. I was in shock that he had always known this about me.

‘’But do you promise that you will never tell anyone about this?’’ I asked him looking him straight into his green eyes.

‘’Of course Philip, you are my friend and I would never betray you.’’

‘’But how does it come you aren’t grossed out by his Jason? Most guys would be disgusted by this. Why are you still letting me do this when you know I get… well you know what I get when I massage your feet’’ I said in an ashamed voice

‘’Well let’s just say that I am more acceptable than other guys. I have nothing against this, I thought you knew me well enough to know that about me’’ the way he talked to me now made me very submissive without noticing it. The way he talked to me made unable to answer him

‘’Anyways Philip, keep going. I want to get all tension released from my feet before the end of this evening. And who knows, you might get a little treat later on’’ he said with a mischievous voice

We didn’t speak more of this little incident for the rest of the evening. I was too ashamed and uncomfortable with it, Jason saw it unnecessary to bring it up again. I was glad that Jason proved to be very accepting of my fetish. He knew nothing about my, at the time, confused sexuality, but he knew about my foot fetish. Most guys would have told you to fuck off and get the fuck away, but Jason was ok with it and I was glad that I didn’t lose him as a friend because of it. But it would turn out that this little secret that had just been revealed to Jason would cause a lot more ruckus. The evening was far from over and this would be the snowball which would start an avalanche.

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby bondagefreak » Wed May 28, 2014 10:27 pm

I can wait to see how this is gonna turn out!
I have a feeling Philip is gonna be in for a fun ride now that his secret is out.

Jason sounds like a wonderful friend...Phil is definitely a lucky guy.

Please continue! I like the feeling and emotion displayed in your writing so far.
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Fri May 30, 2014 8:55 am

Thank you bondagefreak, I can say that the action will increase in future chapters. I am glad that you can give me feedback on this, you have no idea how much it means for me to have people see my very own story. Maybe I'm just being a bit over my head here since it is my first story, but I really like it and have no intention on stopping the writing in the near future:)

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby chadmc90 » Fri May 30, 2014 10:59 am

Very well written, hum! I am definitely looking forward to this. Keep it up.
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby tony2 » Fri May 30, 2014 11:53 am

Outline of the story idea is good and has a lot of possibilities. A couple of tips perhaps?
Your theme transitions are too choppy, as you write more, you'll pick up how to move from one subject idea to another smoothly. An example of what I'm talking about is where you break for a physical description of the characters and then try to slide back to your story line. Also look to trim out what you consider unneeded description. If it doesn't add to the effect you want it probably detracts from it. Example: could you shorten the lost car race section to a single paragraph without losing any material essence?
The "clear the table section was well done, but could you have illustrated his bulging excitement with having to massage those feet? Sure. As you describe his reactions, the reader will most likely catch on to his true motivation, even if the "author' may not at the time. Keep writing --- you are doing better than many starting out. I hope these ideas may be of some help.
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Sun Jun 01, 2014 5:54 am

tony2 wrote:Outline of the story idea is good and has a lot of possibilities. A couple of tips perhaps?
Your theme transitions are too choppy, as you write more, you'll pick up how to move from one subject idea to another smoothly. An example of what I'm talking about is where you break for a physical description of the characters and then try to slide back to your story line. Also look to trim out what you consider unneeded description. If it doesn't add to the effect you want it probably detracts from it. Example: could you shorten the lost car race section to a single paragraph without losing any material essence?
The "clear the table section was well done, but could you have illustrated his bulging excitement with having to massage those feet? Sure. As you describe his reactions, the reader will most likely catch on to his true motivation, even if the "author' may not at the time. Keep writing --- you are doing better than many starting out. I hope these ideas may be of some help.


Thank you Tony, I am glad to hear that I'm doing good, but that there are still parts to do better. I will try to heed your tips on the next chapter, I already have the whole thing written out, but I will probably re-write some of it. I don't know if I maybe rushed the last chapter, but I will take this one into more consideration when I put the finishing touches.
I hope that I may hear from you in the future aswell on this story :)
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby tony2 » Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:20 am

With the dedication like that at work in the background, you can only get better. For an example but not a model, look at the work of Edgar Allen Poe, the creator of the true short story format. His work is so tight, you can hardly remove a single word without changing the meaning of the story. Likewise he used the sounds of the words to create the mood. If you read some of them in the dark by candlelight out loud, the whole room and its spectral inhabitants will begin to press in on your remaining sanity. :twisted:
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Mon Jun 02, 2014 6:54 am

Shinykarlizard wrote:Great story, I've always been a bit curious about foot worship. But foot fetishists are rare in real life, or at least they're very closeted people. It's pretty cool that you can write so openly about it. I can't wait to find out about this 'little treat'


Thank you! Well from what I have seen foot fetishism is a quite common fetish, but as you say people are probably very closed to others about it.
Well I can say that there will be more of it in the future :big:

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Tue Jun 03, 2014 12:34 pm

Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Chapter 3:
The evening lapsed on until midnight. The only living things still active outside were the bugs attracted to the blazing light of the light posts. The atmosphere outside was dark and cozy, and it reflected my feelings. As I kept massaging Jason’s feet my hard-on never faded entirely, and it would become even bigger when Jason spoke up next.

‘’Hey Philip’’

‘’Yeah what?’’

‘’You have done a really good job so far, but I’m not about to let you off the bet any time soon, you still owe me’’

I had nearly forgotten that I still had to honor the lost bet.

‘’What is it that you want then?’’ I asked in a cautious voice

‘’You’ll see in time, right now I just want you to follow me’’ he said as he withdrew his feet and rose up from the couch.

He walked out from the living room and motioned me to follow him. I did as he asked and followed him. We walked through the kitchen and past the staircase leading to the upper floor, and went into his own room. It was a large one with a king-sized bed. His room, as well as his entire house, was nicely decorated. Very stylish and clean with white furniture, typically styled for the upper middleclass.

As we stepped inside he motioned for me to get on the bed. I hesitated and was obviously not fast enough for his liking and so he dragged me towards the bed instead.

‘’Come on now Philly boy, it’s nothing dangerous. I just want you to lie down on the side of the bed okay? With your head at the foot of the bed please. Would you do that for me?’’ he asked me really politely. It wasn’t necessary since he knew I could never refuse, being in the position I was in. He just wanted to play a game with me right now.

‘’Well… o-of course I will’’ I said in a nervous voice. What was I going to do in his bed I thought? Why would he want me to sleep here, he would always give me the guestroom to sleep in.

‘’Good boy, now lie still here will you. I am just going to get a few things and then be back, put your hands by the bedpost at the foot end and don’t move until I come back okay?’’

‘’Yeah sure thing’’ I said with a curious voice. What was he going to get now?

After about 5-10 minutes he came back with a gym bag that was obviously filled with items I didn’t know about, on top of that he had a huge smile on that handsome face.

‘’W-what is in that bag Jason?’’ I asked

‘’Oh you’ll see… just lie still on the bed okay, I promise that no harm will come to you’’ he said in a friendly voice

He walked over to the bed where I was lying. Out of his bag he dragged out two long strands of soft rope. He immediately walked up to my hands that were by the lower right bedpost and begun tying them up. As he began I jerked away my hands, but with a firm grip he took hold of them and forced them back to the bedpost.

Oh My god! I thought. He was going to tie me up! We had done this a time or two in the past for fun and games. And he felt like playing a trick on me so that’s why he had decided to tie me up. At least I thought he was doing it for fun, as I would later find out he was doing it because he was also into bondage, just as I was.

‘’Hey Jason, are you tying me up?’’ I asked, trying to hide my excitement

‘’What does it look like?’’ Jason dryly replied when my hands were tied together to the bedpost. I had no reply to that.

‘’Of course I am tying you up’’ he said after a few seconds of silence

‘’And you have to let me do it remember?’’ he said as he looked me in the face

‘’Yes Jason I know…’’ I replied as I averted my eyes away from his

He bound my hands over my head to the lower right bedpost, and my feet to the upper right bedpost. It was a fairly large bed, so now I was stretched out quite nicely on the side of the bed.

‘’There, all tied up nicely. Could you try to escape your bonds for me Philip?’’ he asked as he was looking down at me

And so I did. I tried to escape, I really did. But it appears that my hands and feet were tied too tightly. Not even with my fingers could I try to pull away the knots he made. I was lying the wrong way around on the right side of his bed, tied up and unable to escape, even if this bondage was very simple.

‘’Haha you look like a worm on the bed, crawling around as you do’’ he said with a cheerful smile

‘’Jason come on man let me go now’’ I asked, not very convincingly. I think he noticed that bondage was another unconfessed fetish of mine, since I now had a full bulge in my pants which he pretended to ignore.

‘’Tsk, tsk, tsk… no way Philly, it’s getting late and it’s time to sleep. I don’t want to bother with any laundry or bed sheets so you will sleep on the side of my bed. I will just sleep on the other side instead’’

He wasn’t stupid. His bed was so large that even with me on one side it wouldn’t become intimate and we would have plenty of space to sleep on.

‘’No Jason come on, this isn’t comfortable! At least give me a pillow to sleep on’’ I pleaded him

‘’That depends if you will do a good job for me’’

‘’What do you mean by that?’’ I asked with a confused voice

He quickly gave me my answer. He crept up on his side of the bed, pulled all the sheets to his side and covered himself in them, not even bothering to undress. The only thing that wasn’t dressed was his FEET. Yes his feet, and this was his plan for me. He would have me serve as his ‘’foot servant’’. A servant whose only job was to lick his feet clean, a servant who was bound by physical bonds and mental bond of the honor of a bet, moreover, a servant who was also bound by his fetish for feet.

‘’I want you to lick my feet for me’’ he said as he lied in the bed and stretched out his bare feet from under the bed sheets towards by face.
‘’W-what did you say? Why do you want me to do that? Won’t you be grossed out by that?’’

‘’I said lick my feet. They have become dirty, walking bare on the floor. And I want you to clean them off. Besides, I have no problem with you licking them. I won’t be bothered at all by it, in fact I think it feel nice to get my feet licked. And if I’m right I don’t think you have any problem with it, do you?’’

He was right. He had me where he wanted me. He knew I wouldn’t back down. This was a dream coming true. Apparently he had had his feet licked before, but I didn’t bother asking him. Right now I just wanted to lick his feet, and so I did.

At first it was merely lapping my tongue up and down his large soles. But as time passed both Jason and me became more comfortable with it, and I did a better job at licking them. At the same time he became more and more vigorous with his feet. He moved them around, motioning for me which part of his feet he wanted licked, I would go from sucking the toes to licking the balls of his feet, to licking all the way down to his heels. One time he even wanted me to scratch his heels using my teeth, luckily he wasn’t ticklish at all.

And his feet was the smoothest and most perfect pair of feet I had ever seen. They looked heavenly and felt even better, they were to die for! What I had sometimes dreamed of suddenly came true, I was at his feet worshipping them for him, whilst he was the done dominating me. My confused sexuality disappeared and at the moment I was too horny to care about anything else.

This continued for maybe twenty minutes until he, to my dismay, withdrew his feet from me.

‘’No, let me continue Jason!’’ I said without thinking, I was suddenly very aware of what I had said. He now had his proof that I truly loved his feet.

‘’Whoa, easy there boy, you might get more later. Right now it is time for us to sleep’’ he said as he already undressed and crept out from his bed. After going to the bathroom he walked up to me.

‘’I don’t want to be woken up tonight, so I will have to gag you’’

Before I could even protest he stuck an ankle sock (which was clean thank god) right into my mouth and picked up a roll of duct tape from his bag. He wrapped the tape around my head several times, and even taped my fingers together, so that I wouldn’t tie up any knots. Before he was finished he took a spare bed sheet from his wardrobe and wrapped me in it thoroughly making sure to cover my head, even though I was still in my clothes. Being tied taut as I was on his bed I was unable to get away from this hot prison. As most of you might know, things tend to become very hot under a sheet during the night, and that feels even more true when your head is under there, and it was getting hot already. I moaned and squirmed but he showed me no more interest for the rest of the evening. He went to bed and put off the light, saying ‘’goodnight’’ to me before going silent.

I took a while for me to fall asleep. Hot, aroused and unable to stop thinking made that very hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about the events of today. He had made me massage his feet, before then tying me up and making me lick them. And now he had bonded me even more before going to bed. It took a while before my arousal disappeared and I was able to think clearly. Then I realized that this behavior wasn’t normal. Not even for a fun game or a prank would any other guy friend I know do this to another guy. But my arousal and dimmed thinking came back when I felt his feet resting up on my chest and my face. Even if the sheet was between me and his feet I could still feel the pressure from them, and it must have taken at least an hour for me before I fell into a heavy sleep.

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby chadmc90 » Tue Jun 03, 2014 3:48 pm

Great job, man! I really like your writing style! I guess because it reminds me of my own. I look forward to more foot worshiping.
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Tue Jun 03, 2014 8:57 pm

Shinykarlizard wrote:Nice continuation, well written. I'm hoping this isn't the end?


Thank you for your kind words. Don't you worry, it isn't ;) There will be alot more happening in the future of this story

chadmc90 wrote:Great job, man! I really like your writing style! I guess because it reminds me of my own. I look forward to more foot worshiping.


Thank you, I am glad that you are enjoying this. And without giving too much info, I can say that there will be more foot worshiping but also a lot more than that between Jason and Philip :D

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Wed Jun 11, 2014 12:17 pm

Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

For this chapter I just want to say WOW! Not untill now have I realised how hard it can be to find inspiration for writing. I never imagined that to happen in the middle of a story, so if you find his chapter in a noticeably poorer quality than the others please go easy on me :worried:

Chapter 4:
After that eventful evening there wasn’t much happening the day after. During the morning he loosened my bonds and let me go, because his parents would be coming home not too long after we had woken up. It became a very awkward and silent morning without much talking. It seemed like no one wanted to touch the events the night before. After we had eaten breakfast and I had packed my things, I left for home. But just as I was going to leave the house, Jason, always being the strong guy, brought up what had happened.

‘’Hey Philip’’ he said

‘’Yeah what’’ I asked as I turned around to face him

‘’It seems to me that you enjoyed yourself yesterday. Both with my feet and the tie up’’

I had no answer, I just stood and gaped at him unable to find the proper words to respond.

‘’Well how about we do this again? I certainly enjoyed it. What do you say about you coming over here the next weekend?’’

‘’W-well I um… y-yeah of course if you want to…’’ was all I managed to blurt out. Jason gave me a satisfied smile

‘’I thought so. I knew you wouldn’t back down. And don’t worry Philly, I won’t tell this to anyone’’

That little opening by Jason made way for future fun for the both of us. Had he not taken the step to invite me over again we might not have ever done similar things together. And that was in a way a testimony to his attitude. He was always the slightly more self-secure person who would take such a step, while I was by nature a bit more shy and submissive. This showed that he wanted to take charge and be the one to pull the strings and show that these future sessions would be his idea and that they occurred solely thanks to him. He made sure to let me know this, but I really didn’t mind. I was just happy it happened and didn’t mind him taking credit for it.

During the following week, the only thing I could think of was Jason’s feet and him tying me up. I could picture them in front of me, I even dreamed of them sometimes. I could see the perfect size and shape. The smooth skin and shape of his toes, even grooves in his skin. It was alright as long as I worked and my mind was occupied with other things, but as soon as I had some spare time over my mind slipped over to the memories and pictures. And every time that happened, whether I wanted it or not, I immediately became very horny.

As the week passed by it was soon Friday again, and I was to meet Jason in his house that night. His parents would be away this time as well so we had the house for ourselves. The reason to them being gone again is that they were very rich and more or less lived in a small house by the ocean. They would work during the week and mostly be gone during the weekends. This would fit mine and Jason’s plans perfectly!

Just as I did last week, I walked up to his house and went through the door without knocking. Jason heard me walking in and shouted at me to get upstairs. I walked up to the second floor and saw him resting on his couch watching TV.

‘’Hey man how you doing’’ he asked me cheerfully

‘’I’m good thanks how are you doing’’ I replied

‘’I’m excellent Philly’’ he said knowing that it would annoy me

‘’Would you please stop calling me that’’ I said slightly irritated

‘’Haha relax man I’m just messing with you. Why don’t you sit down, I have a task for you’’

‘’What sort of task is that’’ I asked him as I sat down on the couch

‘’Well Philip, we both know why you’re here, so let’s skip all the talking and get right to it’’ he said as he put a hand on my shoulder

I knew he wanted nothing more but to have some fun with me.

‘’W-well what is it you want me to do for you’’ I asked him excited, obviously anxious to see what would happen

‘’I want you to follow me to the basement’’ he said as he rose up from the couch and motioned for me to turn around and walk down the stairs.

I went cold as I wondered what the heck we would be doing in his basement? What could he do down there that he couldn’t do here? Just as I was scared I was already aroused and my sexual thoughts became too powerful for me to disobey. I soon found myself on his concrete floor in his basement.

‘’Sit down while I get the stuff’’ he ordered, I did as he asked

He walked into a sort of storage into another room of his basement and began searching through the storage. Soon he brought out a huge black frame covered with latex within the frame, he had a devious smile on his face and I was just as anxious as him to see how he was going to bondage me.

‘’Do you know what this is Philip’’

‘’No I don’t, but I guess you are going to tell me’’

‘’Exactly, this is a vacbed! (If you have no idea what this is you can just google it, if you are really into bondage it will be worth your time) This is a frame which has two sheets of latex on the upside and downside on it when it’s lflat down on the ground. You can crawl into between these sheets and then be sealed shut inside the latex, but the good part is that you can attach a vacuum cleaner to it and suck all the air out of it, and so there will be a vacuum inside it and you will be trapped’’ he said with a voice full of joy

‘’Oh no Jason you are not sealing me shut in that’’ I shouted as I bolted up from the floor

I had been prepared for that bondage was what we were going to do, but not this extreme! I was not prepared for something like his and I thought that Jason was taking it a bit too quick. Jason walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

‘’Shhh Philip, it’s nothing bad with it. I will be here to look after you, besides I’m your friend and you trust me right’’ he asked in a friendly tone

‘’Well yes I know… ‘’ I said in an insecure voice

He looked into me with his green eyes and a cute smile. Him putting my hands on my shoulder made me more secure, and I really didn’t have anything to fear from him. He was my friend after all. Moreover, we both knew we were into bondage but no one said it. He could tell I wanted nothing more but to be bondaged and I could tell he wanted nothing more than to bondage me. So I crawled inside the vacbed. It was laid out on the floor on a mattress so that I would not be uncomfortable. As soon as I was inside I was very excited, and he hosed a breathing tube inside the vacbed to my mouth so that I would be able to breathe properly. And then he sealed it shut and let me lie there. It was quiet for a few minutes until the noise began.

It was the sound of the vacuum cleaner turned on. Before I knew it the entire air space between the two latex sheets was gone and sealed me in a vacuum. I could move only slightly, and then only to bounce back to my original position on my back. It was impossible to escape so I knew that I was no in his mercy entirely.

But he did nothing to me. Inside the vacbed time seems to stand still. It’s quiet, warm and comfortable. You can’t move an inch, but I was surprised as to how good it actually felt, all worries disappeared in an instant. The thick latex walls clinged on to my entire body, making a beautiful shape of it on the vacbed. For how long I was in there I didn’t know, but suddenly I felt two hands grab my ribcage!

My first feeling was a ticklish sensation, he grabbed and squeezed my ribs making me laugh. He tickled them and moved his hands about to my sides and stomach. Ordinary nail-tickling might not have had any effect, but the squeezing-tickling was surprisingly effective and I couldn’t do anything about it. He tickled me and tickled me for about 5 minutes, but for me it seemed a lot longer than that. He said nothing but I could feel his excitement through his pants since he was sitting on my hips tickling me. I freaked out a bit by this but decided to let it not go to my head, besides I couldn’t do anything about it now.
After about 5 minutes he stopped and let me have a breather. After that he left me alone. I couldn’t tell if he was in the room the entire time but it seemed to stand still and rush onwards at the same time. But after what had been slightly over an hour (I found that out later) I felt the vacuum inside releasing. Air was once again pouring inside and soon I could move freely. While I was happy for him to release me I was kind of sad as well, it had been a nice experience and something that I wouldn’t mind doing again soon.

But what I didn’t know was that he had taken pictures of me in his phone. You couldn’t tell I was in them, but those few pictures would shake a few things up in the future.

Either way, once I crawled out and had some fresh air pouring over my hot and sweaty body Jason let me have a drink.

‘’So how was that Philly’’ he asked as he escorted me out from the basement.

‘’It was lovely, or I mean it felt rather good. I certainly wouldn’t mind doing it again’’ I said as I blushed

‘’Well I’m sure you will get lots of more chance to that my friend. But since you got to enjoy yourself now I want to as well. Maybe some foot-work wouldn’t be completely wrong don’t you think?’’ he said in a tone that rather demanded it than asking

What? I thought. He had the pleasure of watching me squirm as he immobilized me and tickled me. And now I would once again be on the receiving end having to massage and probably lick his feet? I got the slight feeling of being used, but yet I liked it. Without me thinking it at the moment my submissive side liked all this and it would soon take over my mind piece by piece. Without acknowledging it I actually liked his bossy and dominant side, him telling me what to do and his enormous charm to go along with that face and body!

Those were the kind of thoughts that would eventually make me worship Jason like a god, and make me accept him deciding over me. Those were the kind of thoughts that would eventually make me his sub. But at the moment I had no clue it would go that far.

But as my mind settled I came back to reality and to what he had asked me. He wanted me to worship his feet now, and I didn’t want to say no. After I had some water to drink he lead me into the living room and sat down on the couch with his socked feet on the floor. He nodded down at his feet, signing for me to begin my work.

I sat down on the floor and bent down to his feet. I lied with my head between his feet as he placed the on my chest. So now I was lying with my head towards the couch, and my legs were pointing out to the opposite side from it. The night was young and I now began the long wonderful task of rubbing and licking his feet. And somehow I could tell he wouldn’t be satisfied with only that before we would go to sleep. That night would prove to be much more eventful than it had already been…

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby tony2 » Wed Jun 11, 2014 4:33 pm

nice recollection story. Good development. keep it up!
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Jun 22, 2014 9:06 pm

Can't wait to read more about Jason and Phillip!
Please don't keep us waiting too long :quirk:
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Fri Jun 27, 2014 1:15 pm

Well thank you for your support. I'll write as soon as I find inspiration to. I want to continue but I can't make any promises though :worried:

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby bondagefreak » Sat Jun 28, 2014 11:20 pm

I'm sorry to hear this, my friend.

Take the time you need to find your inspiration and write when you're ready.
I just don't wanna see you giving up on such a promising project.

I don't know how helpful this will be, but sometimes, we try too hard to find ideas, when in fact...they're all right in our heads. Continue to put yourself in Philip's shoes and just write on. Share your innermost fantasies with us, through these characters...just as you've done so far.

I can't provide you with inspiration...
All I can do is try to encourage you and help you find it within yourself :odd:
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Sun Jun 29, 2014 12:13 pm

bondagefreak wrote:I'm sorry to hear this, my friend.

Take the time you need to find your inspiration and write when you're ready.
I just don't wanna see you giving up on such a promising project.

I don't know how helpful this will be, but sometimes, we try too hard to find ideas, when in fact...they're all right in our heads. Continue to put yourself in Philip's shoes and just write on. Share your innermost fantasies with us, through these characters...just as you've done so far.

I can't provide you with inspiration...
All I can do is try to encourage you and help you find it within yourself :odd:


Thank you BF. You have no idea how much this means to me:) Maybe you are right, I will try to heed your advice about finding ideas for writing.
I'm glad to hear that you think the story has promise, it means alot :)

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby tony2 » Sun Jun 29, 2014 3:47 pm

HH - I second BF's encouragement. Also, I sometimes think getting to the muse or the genesis of the idea, is like opening an old tube of superglue. If I work on it and pick away at the dried glue at the nozzle I'm often successful. If I try to rush it by force, the tube explode as and I end up picking off stuck body parts for the rest of the day.
These ideas, like the ones your story describes, come along with experience in living (or TUGS he he). You have a whole lifetime of experience to turn into stories, just waiting for you. In the meantime, try "What if" and place yourself in the storytellers spot to figure out how you would deal with it. The magic comes in the doing. Once you start writing, the easier it becomes and the better you get. Don't quit --- you'd be doing your creative hemisphere of your brain a great disservice. Looking forward to seeing more from you. PM any of us if you need help along the way.
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Mon Jun 30, 2014 9:07 am

tony2 wrote:HH - I second BF's encouragement. Also, I sometimes think getting to the muse or the genesis of the idea, is like opening an old tube of superglue. If I work on it and pick away at the dried glue at the nozzle I'm often successful. If I try to rush it by force, the tube explode as and I end up picking off stuck body parts for the rest of the day.
These ideas, like the ones your story describes, come along with experience in living (or TUGS he he). You have a whole lifetime of experience to turn into stories, just waiting for you. In the meantime, try "What if" and place yourself in the storytellers spot to figure out how you would deal with it. The magic comes in the doing. Once you start writing, the easier it becomes and the better you get. Don't quit --- you'd be doing your creative hemisphere of your brain a great disservice. Looking forward to seeing more from you. PM any of us if you need help along the way.


I really thank you for your tips tony2. I'm really appreciative for all the help and support you guys are showing, and I'm glad to see that many here are reliable people. Thank you :)

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Thu Jul 03, 2014 12:02 pm

Worshiper of my friend (m/m)


Finally I found the inspiration and motivation to keep on writing, and when I finally found it I couldn't stop writing and I just wanted this posted. I thank anyone who is reading this story and who is giving me any support or feedback, it's really driving me forward to continue. As always, feel free to say whatever you feel about the story, any feedback is welcome:)

Chapter 5:

I licked and lapped his feet with my tongue that entire evening. My entire mouth tasted of feet, sweat and salt. It was most likely up to two hours that I licked his feet. I thought after 30 minutes that he would tire, but he didn’t. He said nothing but just moved and motioned with his feet to my head when he felt I was being lazy. So every time he wanted to I would keep licking his feet on the floor. I kept sucking his toes. I kept licking his soles. I kept serving him as a pup. I kept on the path that would lead me to be his slave. Bit by bit I was being slowly submitted to his dominant and masculine will.

After two whole hours he finally put his feet down and rose up, with me now lying in between his feet looking up into his crotch. I immediately realized that his crotch was larger than usual, I could see in his entire body and face that he was aroused.

‘’Hey Philly boy, you have done an excellent job with my feet’’ he said with a reassuring voice.

‘’T-thank you… Jason’’ I stuttered

The fact that I had served him well filled me with warmth and joy inside. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and it can only be recognized by people who are subs themselves. To have satisfied your master and that he is happy with you is the best feeling in the world, and it would become like a drug to me.

‘’Hey get up on your feet, you shouldn’t lie there on the floor all night’’ he said, grabbing my arms and pulling me up.

‘’I think it’s time to go to bed soon, but we can still have some fun can’t we?’’ he said with a sly smile

‘’Yeah sure I agree… but what kind of fun did you have in mind? Are you going to go down on the floor and lick my feet for me? I said coaxingly but as a joke

He didn’t like that I said that. Me licking his feet was a means for him to show authority and power over me. The fact that I would even think that the roles would be reversed was something that didn’t sit well with his dominant attitude. He wasn’t openly mad at me but his stare grew cold and his green eyes pierced through mine. I averted my eyes as a natural reaction of submissiveness.

‘’Philip, why don’t you follow me into the guest room and I can tell you a thing or two’’ he said in a stern voice

I knew what I said didn’t sit well with him, but I had no idea he had taken it so bad. It was a joke after all.

He led me into the small guest room where I usually slept when I visited him. It had a bed a bit smaller than his own, but with plenty of space to move around on.
‘’Take off your shirt, socks and shorts, leave your underwear on. Then lie down on the bed flat on your back’’ he instructed me

‘’W-what… no why? What are you going to do to me?’’ I asked in confusion

‘’Remove your clothes and lie down on the bed’’ he repeated

‘’Shit… okay Jason I’m sorry but please, don’t hurt me alright?’’ I asked with a voice that was unusually low

He put a hand on my shoulder and calmed me down.

‘’Shhhh… Philip, don’t you ever ask that again. I’m your friend and I would never harm you okay? Don’t you ever think that way of me ever again you hear me? Now will you be a good boy and do as I say or will I have to force you?’’ he asked

‘’Okay, t-thank you Jason. I’m glad I can trust you, in that case I’ll do it for you’’

And so it happened. I stripped down to my boxers in front of my dominant best friend. I stripped nearly naked in front of him and lied down on the bed. It would have been impossible before but now it felt different. I would soon be at his mercy I thought, and I was right.

He began with taking out leather-padded cuffs from a drawer. Who the heck has leather cuffs in their drawer I thought to myself. But he took my hands and cuffed them to the bedposts, and then he did the same with my feet so I was now tied spread eagle on his bed. He made sure to fasten the cuffs tight so I was really spread out and could barely move at all. Those cuffs were padded for a reason, they were to protect my limbs from getting hurt when I struggle to much. Something I was to find out soon.

‘’There now, all spread out nice and tight’’ he said with a huge smile when he stepped away from the bed

‘’All that’s missing now is really a blindfold and a gag’’

I had little time to react as he whipped out a black cloth from under the bed that he tied around my eyes. I had no chance to evade it and it was soon tightly tied around my face. I could see nothing, not even the dim light from the ceiling.

‘’Eh Jason are you sure this is necessary’’ I asked nervously

‘’It’s all part of the plan, I want you to not know what is going to happen’’

Just as with the vac-bed I thought to myself.

Then he told me to open up. I was hesitant at first but I trusted him so I did as he asked. I opened up and in came the gag. It appeared to be a ball gag. I had seen countless on the internet and now Jason had one of these himself! Just how much did we really have in common?

It was not too big, so my mouth didn’t ache. Though I could do little to speak with the gag, and it was now when I was completely helpless that he revealed his plans for me.

‘’So you thought you would take charge here huh? You thought you could make me writhe in the floor like your dog and lick your feet for you? Well I’m not going to, and I’m a bit pissed at you for suggesting that. So now I am going to punish you… severely. You are going to be tickled my friend’’ he said in a calm voice

Oh no! He knew I dreaded tickling, I was really sensitive for tickling. Much more sensitive than any other guy in my age. He knew just how ticklish I was, even though he didn’t know my worst spots he would soon find them. I writhed and shouted into my ball gag as a protest.

‘’Oh save your energy Philly. You are going to need all of it. Because I am going to tickle you and tickle you and tickle you, until you can’t take it anymore. I am going to tickle you until you lose your mind and nearly go crazy, I am going to tickle you until you can’t take it anymore. And then you know what I’m gonna do after that? I’m just gonna keep right on tickling you even more’’ he said with a sadistic voice that was very serious

But I knew he was joking, something inside me told me that Jason wasn’t the type of person to be that cruel. He just wanted to play a game with me, but I still knew that he was serious about that he was going to tickle me, and that frightened me a bit.

I now screamed into my gag, trying to apologize and say that it was only meant as a joke. Trying to communicate with him. Bu he had planned this. He would make sure that I couldn’t protest or explain myself so that I could get out of the situation. He wanted a reason to tickle me, and he wanted me to not get out of that reason. And that was what would happen with me gagged.

‘’Oh quit your whining, you will be screaming plenty more before I’m done with you’’ he said as he climbed up on the bed and sat on my chest.

My heart was pounding right now. I didn’t know what to expect or if he was serious at all with any of this. Of course he didn’t do this purely out of what I said, but that was just an excuse. He loved to tickle people, that I knew from before. And he knew just how ticklish I was so he wanted a chance to tickle me silly.

I waited in anticipation for the tickling. It seemed like a few minutes passed, I could only feel the pressure of Jason’s body resting on my hips. I could feel a bulge in his pants as well as in my own, I just hoped he wouldn’t notice. I felt his light breathing, I could hear him breathing out close to my body as he was leaning in closer to me. Then it began.

He went all out on me, tickled me furiously all over my upper body. There was no slow build up or teasing before, he just went to tickle the sanity out of me. His 10 slim fingers wiggled all over my body, scratching my pits to squeezing my sides and ribs. His fingers had small nail sticking up, but nonetheless it was enough to tickle me madly! He would tickle me in every possible place, from time to time he would tickle my neck and then my belly. He dug his fingers into my bellybutton and then up to my armpits, before moving down to my belly again. There was no pattern or logic to where he tickled me. The speed of the tickling was irregular so sometimes he would go slower and sometimes he would go faster. It was driving me crazy not knowing where he would tickle me next or how bad it was going to be. He could drive me crazy in my pits one time, and then barely tease me in my pits the next time. I could never guess where the tickling would be the worst. He made sure to make this as bad as possible while it lasted.

This ticklish hell lasted for about 15 minutes. It’s not that long to be honest, but for a sensitive ticklee that is tickled constantly that is an eternity! Through the entire time I screamed into my gag and bucked and thrashed what little I could on the bed. I tried to shake him off but his muscular body was too strong and stable and stayed on, no matter how hard I struggled. After 15 minutes he climbed off the bed and let me have a breather. I was sweating by this time and was thirsty as hell but he was finally done (or so I thought).

After a few minutes of rest he spoke to me again.

‘’You seem relaxed Philly, but oh you didn’t think I was done with you already did you? Oh no that was just the upper body, you have an entire lower body to tickle and explore as well’’ he said with a sadistic tone and I could feel him sitting down between my outstretched legs.

He could clearly see my bulge that was hard throughout the ordeal but he shut up about it, obviously wanting to use it against me in the future. I tried to scream and moan to make him know that I had already had enough, but he didn’t listen.

‘’I have heard that the inside of a guy’s legs can be the worst spot to tickle him on, I wonder if that’s true about you as well Philly’’ he said as he attacked my thighs this time. It was terrible.

His 10 fingers kneaded into my inner thighs, from high to low not letting me have a rest. You may be surprised as to how sensitive that area is, it is unlike getting tickled anywhere on your upper body. He found a soft spot just below my boxer shorts not far away from my package. There was a groove into my thighs there that he dug into and it made me thrash and scream much louder than anything ever before.

‘’Oh it looks like I hit a weak spot here! It would be a shame if someone was to take advantage of that wouldn’t it Philly? I will have to remember that until later ’’

I just screamed in an answer. Had I been able to talk it would have been something like: PLEASE LET ME GO! JASON I BEG YOU I WILL DO ANYTHING PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME ANY MORE! I’M SORRY FOR WHAT I SAID BUT I BEG YOU NO MORE TICKLING! I CAN’T STAND IT! But all I could form was moaning and muffled screaming.

He systematically moved further and further down my legs after that. He squeezed my knees, making a reaction there as well, though not as strong as before. Then he sat down on the floor by the foot of the bed, and by my feet! I knew that I was doomed now, my feet was the worst spot shared with my thighs. I shouted at him once again, but he didn’t listen for one second. He immediately got to it and began scratching his nails up and down my vulnerable soles.

At this point I can’t recall much more. I know that the tickling was worse than anything I have ever felt before, I had tears running down my face through my blindfold and was nearing a blackout. When he finally spoke to me he was tickling the area just under my toes, it was driving me crazy but I couldn’t even pull my feet away slightly, that’s how tired I was.

‘’Are you done yet Philly? Have you had enough? Do you want me to stop?’’ he asked in a now friendly voice

With my final effort I managed to scream into my gag once again, finally signaling to him that it was enough. He finally stopped, he was done and so was I. He walked over to me, removed the blindfold and the gag, but even though my mouth was now free all I could do was panting and breathing. I was exhausted. It took a long while before any of us spoke, but after I was released from my leather cuffs he finally spoke up.

‘’How did you like that, did you enjoy yourself?’’

‘’Enjoy myself? Fuck you I hate you it was terrible! Didn’t you see how bad it was for me? It was terrible for me, how can you even ask such a thing’’ I lashed out, I would have jumped him had I had the energy

He looked down in shame as a response to my sudden outburst, I think he then realized that he can’t always go as far as he wants to all the time.

‘’I’m sorry Philip but it’s just that I was enjoying myself so much and… to me it seemed like you did too. At least your dick did’’ he said with a smirk

Oh my god, he had a catch on me. I needed a quick response but I couldn’t think of anything to say. I did like tickling even if this was torturous. It was horrible but I liked it still, and I liked it when Jason did it, I couldn’t stay mad at him forever. He maybe went a little bit too far but we both did enjoy it even if I didn’t want to admit it immediately. After seeing that I had no response he spoke up again.

‘’Don’t worry Philip, this isn’t the first time you have been hard near me and I know that. I will never tell anyone about it and you know that. I admit that I may have been a little torturous on you but we both did actually enjoy it, you can’t deny that’’

I had to give out a smile, I couldn’t resist his charm. He was just too cute, handsome and charming for me to stay mad at him.

‘’W-well… *sigh* I suppose you are right… I do really like this though and I do really like tickling. But I never want you to tickle me this bad ever again though is that understood? I said sternly to make him understand the seriousness in this

‘’Okay I promise, I was a bit too hard on you and I will never tickle you that bad again. Unless you ask me to of course, then I will gladly do it’’ he said with a joyful tone

‘’Unless I ask you to yes, I don’t know why I would ever ask you to but yeah, let’s agree on that’’

‘’Agreed’’ said Jason

In the future that agreement between us would prove to be quite important. But that is all I am going to say of that for now but the tickling would still continue in various degrees.

‘’It’s getting late man. How about we both go to bed and take some rest now, I believe you are tired ’’

‘’That sounds excellent dude’’ I said with a smile

We both went to bed in separate bedrooms, he in his room and me in the guestroom. We spared little time staying up further and we both got in bed pretty quickly. I don’t know about Jason, but I certainly couldn’t fall asleep for a long while. My mind was filled with thoughts about these events and how I was evolving with Jason. When I lied in my bed staring up in the ceiling I could not settle my thoughts.

I really did like this for the most part, and so did Jason. Even if I hated the tickling, I still loved it. I wanted him to continue tickling me in the future, maybe just a bit easier. Who knows? Perhaps I would ask him to tickle torture me in the future, as he said ‘’only if I ask him to’’. Maybe I would ask him to do it.

I think that we both at this point knew that we would probably go even further with this, and that we both liked it equally as much. Me as the sub and Jason as the dom, we both loved our parts. It would later evolve on a much larger scale with Jason being a more commanding dom. He would come to be more demanding and have more of his fun with me. I just didn’t know this yet, but our relationship hadn’t even begun yet and it had a long way to develop and grow. I wanted more out of Jason besides friendship, and I secretly hoped he though the same way about me.

These were the sort of thoughts that went through my head, and this is about as accurate as I can describe them. They kept me awake for hours, up to the point where I had to peer into Jason’s room to see if he was sleeping. To my disdain he was. Such a shame, I would have wanted to just talk out with somebody. It didn’t surprise me at the moment that he was asleep. He was always the kind of guy to let go of things and thoughts easily and just relax. I was a bit on the opposite side. Thoughts could fly around in my mind for such a long time until I had thought them through.

I went back to my bedroom and crept back under the sheets. Finally, after a long time I fell into a deep sleep that would put my mind at ease.
The future would turn out to have a lot more in store for me and Jason.

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby tony2 » Thu Jul 03, 2014 7:00 pm

you are laying a good foundation for future events. Nice read. Thanks for posting it.
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Sat Jul 12, 2014 11:08 am

Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Chapter 6:

Life went on as usual with Jason. We continually kept our sessions up with more and more foot worship, light tickling and bondage. I should say that everything we did became more and more intimate. Besides Jason dominating me and commanding me, we both got hard during all our sessions. It was nothing that anyone of us had any problems with and we just accepted it as a part of our sessions.

I had brought it up once about both of us getting hard. What I asked was if Jason had any plans for something more ‘intimate’ than just foot worship and bondage. When he heard that he just laughed, bringing waves of warmth into the air as he did. He understood what I meant with that and simply said that we both were new to what we did, unexperienced as well. We should just keep everything easy and low at the moment so that it doesn’t damage what we had going. Maybe in the future when we were ready we would have time to be intimate.

It was true, one wrong move in the bedroom when lust overtook us both could wipe out the fragile sort of relationship we had going. He was very smart and understanding that way.

Though when I say relationship I don’t mean a love and cuddle ordinary relationship. It was more of a casual sub/dom relationship that only showed during our sessions.

As a two months passed, so did all worries. All worries of the sessions, all worries of rejection from each other. We both began to understand that we liked what we did with our respective roles. And that we were growing closer to each other. We had begun developing feelings for each other… at least I had. At the time I was shit worried to confess it to Jason because he might just take this for times to have fun. Maybe he didn’t take I as serious as I did? Maybe he didn’t have feelings for me? I was worried to lose him and I wasn’t about to do that because of emotional talk he wasn’t ready for. He was the dom, and he would bring it up when he felt like the time was right.

The reason, dear reader, to why I jumped two months in the story is because these two months weren’t that interesting. Truth is that we mostly did things we had previously done. This time didn’t bring any new scenarios or events that happened during our sessions, they had pretty much been as the ones before. Not to say that we didn’t love it, because we really did. But I want you to know that these two months built up a trust and bond between us that didn’t exist before. It would prove vital for us to have this trust with each other as sub and dom for creating a serious bond later on.

Even though it was two entire months we had had not even had a dozen bondage sessions. Maybe eight sessions or so. Not more, but we could both feel that we loved this and wanted to keep going. We loved it all.

*****

Time flew by, it was summer and everyone was on vacation and something life changing had happened. Jason’s parents had bought him a nice flat to live in. They had the money and Jason wanted to move out. His studies would be over soon anyways, so he might as well have a place to call his own once he was going to start working. It was a quite lovely flat really, very central in the city, very spacious and large for one person.

It wasn’t cheap, but his parents loved him as their only child and did everything for him. The first time I visited him I was completely baffled.
We stepped inside the door to his new flat.

‘’Close the door and come and see’’ he said with anticipation in his voice

I closed the door behind us, took of my shoes and took in the new impressions. After the small hallway the flat exploded into a huge open space that contained the living room as well as the kitchen on the left side. It was super modern with fashionable furniture and decoration. There was no wall between the living room and the kitchen it was in one room.

‘’Is this all yours’’ I asked with doubt in my voice

‘’Yup, it’s all mine and I love it’’ he said as he took my hand and led me forward

This was a gesture we had only just began with. As I said we had both become more intimate with each other and more or less had a sub/dom relationship at this point. But Jason was the only one so far that decided when we could hold hands. He had been very clear with that from the beginning. At first I was very uncomfortable with it, I still was in his apartment, but I couldn’t refuse Jason when he wanted something.

‘’Wow it’s fantastic Jason! I love it, everything looks so fresh and nice, so trendy and fashionable’’ I said as I looked around

‘’Thank you, I chose most of the furniture myself. With help from my mother of course’’

‘’It’s so beautiful, so clean and so… so delicate’’ I said with a grin on my face as I turned to him

‘’I thought you might like it Philly. And here let me show you the bathroom’’ he said as he dragged me towards it, not once letting go of my hand

The bathroom was directly to the right once you passed through the hallway. We stepped inside, turned on the light and I was equally as shocked. It was huge! And just as fashionable as the rest of the flat. Not only that but it had a huge tub in it as well. Something me and Jason were to use together in the future.

‘’Do you like it’’ he asked with a smile across his entire face

‘’It’s just as beautiful as the rest of the house. And I really like the tub’’

‘’I though you just might. Come let me show you to the balcony, the city is really beautiful in the summer from this height’’

If you walked right through the living room, past the big screen TV that was by the windows there was a glass door leading out to the balcony. It was on one of the highest floor in the high building so it was really windy when we stepped out.

‘’It’s beautiful out here’’ I had to shout to him

‘’I know’’ he shouted back

We both stood there looking out. He let go of my hand. It was a few minutes before Jason finally decided we should move inside again.
When we stepped in the bedroom was to the right, by the kitchen, to the left side if you looked from the hallway.

It was a king-size bed large to fit two people. It modern as everything else, white with black legs completely matching the whiteness of the walls. Best of all, it had four wooden engraved bedposts. Those would be excellent when we were to play, or more exactly when Jason was going to tie me up again.

We met up in the living room again, sat down on the couch and Jason offered me a drink. I just wanted some water I said, while he himself opened a beer. I was very humble that way, would never ask much of anyone.

‘’So, my first impression is that you like it. Am I wrong Philip’’ he asked in a pleased voice

‘’Not at all my friend. I love it here, I love everything here’’ I said with a smile

‘’And I can’t wait for you to tie me up soon’’

‘’Well why wait’’ Jason said with a cheerful smile

He darted of into the bedroom and began looking for something.

I was not prepared for him having something to tie me up with so soon. But I didn’t object as he came out with long coils of smooth rope.

‘’Lie down on the floor’’ he commanded

I complied and did as he said. I laid down on my back. He walked up to me.

‘’Turn around, lie on your stomach, then put your hands behind your back’’

I did as he asked, anxious to see what was happening.

He began with blindfolding me with a thick black cloth. I assumed it was a smaller towel.

He began on my hands. With incredible skill his nimble fingers tied and bound together my hands behind my back. He bound them tightly together and ran the rope around them again and again to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere.

I was extremely aroused at this point, but I couldn’t know if he was as well.

Next he did the same technique to my feet, tying them together and then looping rope around them until they were tightly bound. Now I could barely rise to my feet, if I was allowed. I knew I wasn’t.

‘’Are you comfortable Philly’’ he said as I laid on the soft rug by his couch

‘’I’m all well except that you are calling me Philly all the time’’ I said to him teasingly

I had become accustomed to him saying it, and I really didn’t have a problem with it. I just wanted to tease him.

‘’Well too bad you can’t do anything about that now can you. Try to wriggle around for me, see how much you can move’’
I did, and I could writhe quite a bit. I wasn’t that obstructed actually.

‘’Boy can you move way too much. Let’s fix that shall we’’ he said as he went down on his knees

He bent down by my body and grabbed my feet and by hands, both bound. Next he took the last coil of rope and tightly tied my feet and hands together, forming a hogtie. He was able to tie it tight because my body was quite stretchy. I now tried to move around and could barely move at all. I was rock hard by now.

‘’Well that’s better now isn’t it Philly’’ he asked with glee

‘’It’s quite tight Jason’’ I pleaded with him

‘’Don’t worry, I probably won’t have you in that position for too long’’ he said as he crept up to my face. I could feel his breath by now

‘’But I don’t really like you talking right now. What have you got to say to that huh’’ he asked me quietly

‘’Please don’t gag me Jason’’ I asked pitifully.

‘’Wrong answer Philly’’ he said and quickly forced a ball gag into my mouth before I was ready.

I tried to struggle against it but it was too late. It was in. I was now helplessly bound, tied, blindfolded and gagged. Completely at his mercy.

My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come.

Jason sat down on the couch and rested his socked feet on my back. He rubbed them around all over me, sometimes going over my face just to tease me. To make me smell his feet. I wriggled on the floor. Jason just laughed. He loved this.

‘’You look really sexy on the floor like that, all tied up and helpless… forced to smell my feet’’

And god did they smell, he always made sure to keep his feet warm and sweaty for me to smell. I both loved it and hated it at the same time.

This must have been going on for a good hour at least. When Jason finally rose I couldn’t smell his feet anymore, I’d gotten used to it.

‘’Well Philip, this is where I live right now so it’s time to go to bed. You may of course leave if you want to’’

‘’Mmmhpf’’ was all I could say as I writhed on the floor in my hogtie. Unable to get free.

‘’I didn’t think so. Come on boy let’s go’’ he said as he picked me up in my hogtied form. He was damn strong for his age.

He put me down on the bed like a package, and after going to the bathroom and stripping himself from all his clothes except his boxers he crept under the blankets and said goodnight. He intended on leaving me like this the entire night! I moaned into my gag and shouted at him.

‘’What now? Oh right yes… you are still tied up, well you see the thing is that I planned to keep you that way tonight so no fuss alright’’

‘’Mmmmmhhepf’’

‘’Hey Philly, you better not wake me up tonight you hear me, go to sleep and be quiet’’ he said sternly

‘’Mhmmmph’’ I protested

‘’Hey! Last warning Philip, don’t make a fuss, or you’ll regret it. Trust me…’’ he said with an authorative voice.

I knew better than to refuse him so I was quiet. The position didn’t cause too much of a strain so I managed to fall asleep eventually.

*****

When I woke up in the morning I realized that I was not freed from my bonds. My blindfold and gag were gone though I thought to myself as I observed the room. I heard noises from the TV. Jason must be awake I thought to myself, well I might as well call on him to get me free.

‘’Jason! Jason! Come in here and let me go’’ I shouted, certain that he would hear it.

He did and I soon heard footsteps nearing the door. He opened it and walked inside.

‘’Good morning Philip, sorry did I wake you’’ he asked

‘’No not at all… it was more the lack the blindfold or gag that awakened me if anything’’

‘’Haha, I hoped you might not have noticed. Well Philip let’s get to the living room, there’s something I want to talk to you about.

He picked up my entire hogtied body, just as he did before. Man was he strong! He carried me like a package to the wide couch where he sat down beside me, making me bend my neck upwards to see him and talk to him.

‘’Philip, your parents are gone over the summer aren’t they? They will be gone on vacation right’’

‘’Yeah that’s right, why you asking’’ I asked curiously

‘’Just answer these questions for me alright Philip. They will be gone for five weeks am I right’’

‘’W-well yes… but I don’t see why…’’

‘’Shhh just answer me’’ he interrupted before I was finished

‘’I was wondering if you during that time would like to stay with me in my house during that time, surely it will be much better hanging out with a friend than being alone.’’

‘’I suppose so… I could probably do that…’’ I said without much question. Jason was a hard man to deny

‘’Philip I want to take this deeper… a lot deeper. I want to bring it to a whole new level’’

‘’W-what are you talking about’’

‘’Oh come on you know what I’m talking about! This! The bondage, the sessions, me as the dom and you as the sub’’

I was taken by shock as he said this. We had never before openly spoken of what we did. I suppose we were both a bit ashamed.

‘’Oh… okay, yeah then I understand. But what do you mean by taking it to a new level’’ I asked him

‘’Philip, I want to be your dom, more than just when we meet. I want to control you and I want you to submit to me more. I want you to follow my orders and do everything I want you to’’

‘’Oh wow Jason… that’s… pretty deeper than we ‘have’ ever taken it before’’ I said completely baffled

‘’Well I sorta want you to be my slave Philip, not a slave to boss around and to force in doing heavy work, but a slave that will obey me and adore me’’

‘’I’m… not sure Jason. I mean I love this but what you are asking of me is quite a lot. I don’t really know if I want to do that’’

‘’Come on Philip, deep down you know that you want to. We both love this, I love to control you and you love to ‘be’ controlled by me. You can’t deny it’’ he said as he looked deep into me with those green eyes

His gaze and wonderful face and smile could melt me away in an instant. He was very charismatic and had nearly immediately persuaded me to go through with it. There was something magical about Jason’s personality that way.

‘’Well… I suppose you are right. You know what? Let’s do it, it might be fun to try out’’ I said with renewed energy

‘’Who easy down there Philly, as you said yourself I’m asking quite a lot from you. It ‘is’ a lot that I will ask for you should you decide to be my slave. And we won’t just try it. Once we decide to go through with it I don’t want to stop. I want you to think this through. I won’t force you into accepting this but if you do there’s no going back. It’s the real deal. Do you understand me’’ he asked sternly

I noticed just how serious he was about all of this and I thought it through.

We both liked, no, loved this.

Jason was my friend, he would never harm me or make sure I was permanently hurt. Even if I was his slave.
We would had his flat to ourselves, so no one would find out about it.

What would happen should I thank no? Jason wanted to go deeper, deeper than I expected. If I said no would he be disappointed and leave? Would he find someone who would say yes instead? I had some feelings for him and wanted him to respond in kind. I believed he did have feelings so why say no if I did as well?

My mind was clear, I had decided.

‘’Jason… I’m sure. I’ve thought this through, I understand what you mean. And I have decided, my answer is yes’’ I said as I bent down my neck in my hogtied form

Jason looked as if nothing in the world could have made him happier than this.

I would find out that I would regret my decision many times over. I had no idea as to how far Jason really intended to go with it.

Very soon I would be led into a dark winding path of submissiveness, I would learn to become Jason's slave.
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Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby Finn4323 » Sat Jul 12, 2014 12:40 pm

Excellent story. Very well thought out. Great progression. Can't wait for Jason to lock Philip in to a chastity belt so that he KNOWS that he truly is Jason's sub and captive and that there is no escape (not that he'd want to). And, of course, the belt (cage) will demonstrate their love for each other and commitment to each other. Sounds like they have already entered in to a loving, committed relationship. The chastity device, will only reinforce their commitment to each other. Looking forward to how the story develops. Great job, so far.

Re: Worshiper of my friend (m/m)

Postby HumHumming » Sat Jul 12, 2014 2:15 pm

Finn4323 wrote:Excellent story. Very well thought out. Great progression. Can't wait for Jason to lock Philip in to a chastity belt so that he KNOWS that he truly is Jason's sub and captive and that there is no escape (not that he'd want to). And, of course, the belt (cage) will demonstrate their love for each other and commitment to each other. Sounds like they have already entered in to a loving, committed relationship. The chastity device, will only reinforce their commitment to each other. Looking forward to how the story develops. Great job, so far.


Thank you Finn, I'm very glad that you are enjoying this story and the simple matter of you giving me some feedback is really sriving me onward, it's such things that are making the story worth writing.
As for the chastity belt... I don't know. I have no problem with users giving suggestions for content in my story and I'll consider it. It's not an imposibility. I really don't mind (too much) adapting the story to wishes of other users. I mostly make out the content in the chapters as I go. I can't make any promises though as I don't know where I feel the story will go, but I do like the idea of a chastity belt ;)

You commented on their love for each other and their ''committed'' relationship. I can just say that you all will have to see how that goes somewhere down the line :worried: