Tickled Magenta

I introduced David to the two models that would be in the photos, Dylan and Tyler. They were both extremely handsome, dark-haired men with great bodies, which was readily apparent because they were only wearing jeans.

“That’s the uniform for today’s shoot,” I said to David. Without hesitation, he peeled off his tank top, kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his white anklet socks.

“All set,” he said with a big smile.

I sent the two models over to makeup and took David over to long lengths of fabrics laid down on the floor, overlapping one another.

“The idea here,” I said, “Is that you are going to be wrapped up in all these colorful fabrics….” The two models returned with different colors painted across their faces and bodies. “And these two will be in the picture with you.”

“Sounds great!” David said with that captivating smile.

I asked David to lie down near one edge of all the fabrics. The two models and I then rolled him up in all the fabric, so he was wrapped tightly from shoulders to ankles. The two models then picked him up and moved him over to the backdrop. They laid him down on a slanted cushion that was underneath the backdrop so his head and torso where up higher than his legs.

I’d prepped the two models before David’s arrival with my secret plan and their roles in it. I asked them to take their positions. They laid on their stomachs on either side of David, so that their heads were at David’s feet. They each propped themselves up on their elbows.

I got my camera and positioned myself on the floor, pointing directly toward David’s bare soles sticking out from the colorful fabrics. David didn’t see the two models picking up the new, thin-tipped paintbrushes.

“Okay, Dylan and Tyler, if you could kind of drape your inside arms over David’s shins.” They complied.

“Okay, David, here’s the premise of our photos today. In your characteristic style, you’ve painted everything around you, including our two handsome models here. So they’ve wrapped you up so they can take their revenge on you.”

“Revenge?” David asked, “What kind of revenge?”

I motioned to Dylan and Tyler and started to shoot a rapid succession of pictures. They took their paintbrushes and started to stroke them up David’s bare soles.

David’s toes spasmed and started to wiggle. He let out a surprised laugh.

“No, not that!” he exclaimed and then started laughing, “Don’t tickle my feet!”

As per my instructions, the two models continued stroking David’s soles and toes with the brushes while I squeezed off photo after photo.

David was laughing hysterically now. His feet were extremely ticklish. As the brushes glided over his bare soles, I got many excellent shots of his wrinkled soles and wiggling toes and his laughing face in between. After a couple minutes, I called for a break.

The two models put down the brushes, rubbing David’s feet in sympathy, perhaps thinking about their own poor soles being put through a similar ordeal. David’s laughter continued for a few seconds longer, then he panted to regain his breathe.

Coming over to David, I said, “Sorry I didn’t give you any warning, but I wanted to capture your look of surprise. Those were some great photos.”

“Well, I sure was surprised. No one’s tickled my feet in a long time. I take it I didn’t disappoint.”

“No way! Your feet sure are ticklish. Do you think you can put up with a little more? I want to get another roll of pictures.”

“No problem. This sure is a lot easier than freezing a smile for the camera.”

“Thanks for being such a good sport,” I said and took my position again. Dylan and Tyler took up their positions and picked up their brushes.

“Ready?” I asked.

“My toes are all a-twitter,” David said, wiggling his toes.

I started snapping photos and Dylan and Tyler tickled David’s feet vigorously. They really seemed to be enjoying themselves as they quickly kicked David into another tickling frenzy. His feet wiggled like mad as he laughed loudly.

I let the two men continue for several minutes, pretending to take pictures long after the film ran out. When I finally instructed them to stop, David was red-faced with tears in his eyes.

I thanked the two models and released them. They headed to the changing room where they could clean up and get dressed and exit through main reception to get paid.

“I’ll unwrap you from that,” I said to David.

“You’ll have to give me a minute,” David replied.

“Why, you okay?”

“I’m better than okay, if you know what I mean. Tickling does that to me.”

“Oh, really?” I said, bending down at David’s feet. I reached down with my right hand and started tickling his bare soles. His feet were very warm and soft. “Because I love ticklish feet.”

David started laughing again. “Stop, hee hee hee. Don’t tickle, ha ha ha! Or I’ll make a mess.”

“Okay by me,” I said and rolled David onto his stomach. Straddling his calves, I started tickling his now upturned soles. They were all wrinkled as my fingers glided mercilessly up and down the ultra-ticklish skin. David was hysterical again.

“Man your feet are ticklish,” I said, “I really love that. Does that feel good, David?”

David was laughing too hard to answer. His feet truly were the most ticklish I’d ever seen and I enjoyed watching them squirm and wiggle as David laughed and laughed.

“I bet this will feel good too,” I said. Getting down on my stomach, I started licking his bare soles and toes, still tickling with my fingers. David was surprised at first, but couldn’t hide his pleasure. It didn’t take long before David’s whole body tensed and he let out a long groan.

I tickled his bare soles more vigorously, taking advantage of his extra sensitivity and making him laugh even harder. But a few more seconds later, I too tensed up and released.

I rolled off of David, who rolled onto his back.

“Wow,” David said, “I wasn’t expecting that. That was a real bonus. It’s been such a long time since I’ve gotten a real good foot tickling.”

“We should have meet years ago,” I said, “because I can’t get enough of hot guys with ticklish feet.”

“I get my armpits and ribs tickled a lot,” David continued, “because I’m always shirtless or in a tank top. But my feet just never get the same attention – until now. I’d forgotten how much I love that.”

I wiggled David’s right big toe. “I could literally tickle your feet for hours,” I said. “They are so soft and warm. You obviously take good care of them.”

“I have to. You never know when they are going to be on camera, like today. But I never would have imagined that I’d have three hot guys tickling them today.”

I started to massage David’s right foot. “Tickling is not the only pleasure I can bring to your feet,” I said, “I’d like to have you over to my place. I have some nice massage oils, and feathers, and all sorts of ‘tools’ to give your feet all the attention they deserve. Are you interested?”

“What are you doing tonight?” David asked.

“Hopefully, spending the night with these babies,” I said, stroking his soles very lightly.

David giggled, wiggling his toes, and said, “Okay, then get me out of here and we can exchange numbers.”

I picked up one of the paint brushes. “I’m not ready to let you go quite yet, David.” I started to trace the fine lines on the soles of his bare feet with the brush. His toes started to wiggle and he started to giggle. “So you say you get your armpits and ribs tickled a lot? I’ll have to explore that too.”

“I’m really in for it, aren’t I?” David asked.

“You have no idea. I have to admit, that when it comes to tickling super-hot studs like you, I am totally insatiable. Think you can handle it?”

“You know how I am with colors.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I guess it’s appropriate that I be tickled pink!”

“Maybe we can produce a spin-off to your show – David Bromstad’s Tickled Pink. I bet lots of people would watch that show.”