By Keith Steeclif
Nate started to come around. At first he realized that he was laying face down on a bed. Then he quickly realized that his wrists were bound behind his back. And when he tried to move his legs, he realized three things: although he was still fully dressed, he was bare foot; his ankles were also bound; and his big toes were tied together and then tied off to something, severely restricting the movement of his feet. Then Nate realized there was someone else in the room.
“Ahh, you’re awake,” the man said and moved around to the front of the bed, which was in the center of a large room. He bent down so he was face to face with Nate as he looked up.
It was the man Nate had just met at the bar. He was a devastatingly handsome man that was so perfectly Nate’s type that he fawned over him at the bar. When the man invited him home, Nate readily agreed. The last thing he remembered was having one more drink at the bar, and then getting in the man’s car. He didn’t remember anything after that.
“What’s going on?” Nate said, very nervous and scared.
“Please, Nate, don’t be concerned. I never introduced myself properly at the bar. My name is Eros.”
“Eros? As in Cupid?”
“Oh, how I hate that name! And yes, I don’t look like a little flying baby with a bow and arrow. You get drunk one night and play a little trick on a 14th century painter, and you’re stuck with that image for centuries!”
“What are you, crazy?” Nate asked, getting even more concerned.
The man suddenly transformed into a little cherub. With the same voice as before, the flying baby said, “See, I thought it was funny. I never thought he’d paint a picture that would curse me for so long.” The man changed back to his previous form.
“I don’t believe this,” Nate said, “What are you doing to me?”
“You see,” Eros said, taking a seat in a chair near the head of the bed. “My reputation is that of match maker, but that’s not exactly what I do. You see, I have certain special, psychic abilities. I am able to match people up, because I know just what each person is looking for in a partner.
“But the reason I do it is for the sex. You see, I can experience and thrive on the sexual energy of mortals. So it’s in my best interest to hook people up and then wait for the fireworks, so to say, because I get a big payoff too.
“The only problem is that after millennia of matching up men and women, it got incredibly boring. Always the same thing, just a slightly different flavor. I wasn’t enjoying it anymore.
“So then I started to explore you humans that have a more “spicy” appetite, if you know what I mean. Especially those quirt types who harbor the best secret desires. You get them what they want, and watch out! Talk about fireworks.
“But it’s more difficult to match them up easily. When they have very unique appetites, it’s not easy orchestrating a seeming chance encounter with their ideal match. So I started playing the matching role, taking on whatever form they desired most and then giving them what they want, so I could get what I want.
“And then, Nate, I walked past you in the bar tonight and picked up on your thoughts and, oh man, do you have some interesting desires. And all unfulfilled at the age of 28, you’ve been bottling up years of frustrated s energy. And I want a taste of it.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Well, that is partially true. You’ve repressed yourself for so many years that you have no idea what dirty little thoughts are swimming just below the surface. But don’t worry, I can see them all and I will help you realize the true nature of your desires.”
“No, let me go, I don’t want this.”
“Come now, Nate. Haven’t you been looking for something your whole life, but nothing seems to fulfill your need. How many nights have you come home from that bar, either alone or with someone, and not found the happiness you so desperately crave? I can help you finally find it.”
Eros stood up and walked around the bed. He knelt on the floor at the end of the bed.
“You know, Nate,” Eros said, “I couldn’t help noticing what nice feet you have and I was wondering – are they ticklish?”
Ticklish? Nate was suddenly panicked. He’d been horribly ticklish his whole life. He did anything he could to avoid being tickled and got very upset if anyone even hinted about tickling him.
“Don’t you dare!” Nate said in as commanding a voice he could given his circumstance. “Stay away from my feet!”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Eros said, “But maybe I’ll just find out for myself.” Before Nate could protest further, Eros put an index finger at the heel of Nate’s right foot and slowly drew it down the center of Nate’s bare sole.
It had been years since anyone had touched his feet. In fact, Nate remembered the last time exactly. It was freshman year in college. He had a test first thing in the morning and had asked his roommate to make sure he got up on time. That morning, when the first attempt to rouse Nate didn’t work, his roommate had tickled his left foot, which was sticking out from the covers.
Nate jumped a mile and squealed. He immediately jumped out of bed and yelled at his roommate. His roommate was stunned and Nate was so embarrassed that he had reacted so severely. He apologized to his roommate later, and that was the last time anyone had touched his feet.
Now, Nate was completely helpless and could do nothing as the man slowly stroked across the sole of his foot. In less than two seconds, Nate was giggling, then laughing. By the time the man had reached Nate’s toes, they were wiggling like mad. But with his big toes tied together, he couldn’t do anything to protect his vulnerable sole.
“Please, no,” Nate bellowed as he started to spit laughter. He had always been incredibly ticklish and his feet were by far the worst. By far. Even this casual stroke of a finger made Nate want to jump right out of his skin. And after years of not being tickled by anyone, his skin was so sensitive, he feared he might just faint right away.
But he didn’t and the man used his finger to tickle Nate’s left sole in the same fashion. After only the second stroke, Nate was completely lost, laughing, sputtering, begging, but helpless to stop it.
Eros pulled his finger away. “My, Nate, you have amazingly ticklish feet. I’ve encountered a couple humans like you, but neither were anywhere near as ticklish as this. We are really going to have some fun tonight. I have this feather I’ve been dying to try out.”
“No, please,” Nate pleaded. “I’ll do anything you want, just stop.”
“You know, I met William Shakespeare. Nice guy, and a little randy in his appetites as well. And he once wrote, ‘I think you dost protest too much.’ Tell me, Nate, who are you trying to convince that you don’t like this, me or yourself?”
“You, of course. I know I’ve always hated tickling.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m so freakin’ ticklish, okay? Isn’t that obvious?”
“Just because you’re ticklish doesn’t make ticking bad, does it?”
“You have no idea how it effects me. You see how I go nuts, and you just tickled me a couple seconds. You want to tickle me to death or something?”
“Oh, I could never do that, I assure you. But I could come close, if you want.”
“Why on earth would I want that?”
“Here you are, Nate, totally helpless. Your bare feet trussed up and your tender soles completely exposed and vulnerable. And here I am, my face just inches from those delicious soles, a feather in my hand, looking at the adorable wrinkles of your upturned soles and wanting to tickle them for hours and hours while you laugh and laugh and laugh.”
Despite his fear, despite what his logical brain told him, Nate couldn’t help starting to feel excited too. This situation, this gorgeous man, his helpless feet, and total lack of control of the whole thing. Somehow, deep down, a part of Nate found this stimulating. A part of him that he’d worked very hard to repress all these years.
“Ah, I can feel it,” Eros said, “It’s starting. The anticipation. You can’t see what I’m doing down here at your feet. You don’t know when I might start to tickle, or where, or with what. You’re severely ticklish, your beautiful bare feet are at my complete disposal, and you are starting to realize that this appeals to your basest instincts. Shall I show you what wonders I can perform with my feather?”
Before Nate could say a word, the tip of the feather touched the base of his right pinky toe and started to glide across the base of his toes. Nate’s toes wiggled and splayed frantically and he started to laugh immediately. He’d always groomed his feet very well, keeping them callous free and lotion soft. And the tip of the feather was grazing his toes so lightly that his nerves erupted. The feather started to move up across his wrinkled sole, and Nate’s brain felt like it was on fire.
This incredible man, this god, was employing the feather expertly to Nate’s defenseless sole, managing to find and exploit all the most sensitive spots. In his lifetime, combined, Nate would guess he’d only been tickled maybe a total of less than a minute. And Eros feathered his bare soles and toes for five minutes straight without the slightest pause. When he finally pulled the feather back, Nate was coughing and panting.
“So ticklish,” Eros said in wonder, “Your feet are so very ticklish. I’m going to tickle you for hours my adorable Nate.”
“No, please,” Nate managed to sputter, “No more, I can’t take any more.” To his own surprise, as Nate was saying this, a little voice in his head was screaming, ‘More, give me more. Tickle my feet all night, tickle my feet for days!’ When Eros placed the tips of his fingers on the balls of Nate’s feet and started to roll them slowly upward, he screamed out in protest, but secretly rejoiced. It was pure tickle torture and he never wanted it to end.
An hour later, with nothing but short pauses, Eros gave Nate some time to rest. He was so exhausted that Eros had to lift his head in order for him to take a few sips of water. His soles were still tingling and he would giggle every now and then.
Eros sat in the chair near Nate’s head. “Having fun?” he asked. “No need to answer, I know you are. I can feel it. It’s like pure energy and you’re filling me up with it. This is the most powerful feeling I’ve ever absorbed before. And I’m just getting started with those ticklish feet of yours. I was going to tickle you all night, but I think I’ll just tickle you all weekend. Maybe, I’ll never let you go. Maybe, I’ll make you my permanent tickle slave. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Nate?”
Nate didn’t answer, he knew he didn’t have to. While he would have protested, his mind was playing over images of being Eros’ tickle slave and it filled him with fear, but filled him more with desire. The very thought of it was dreadful and heavenly at the same time. And Nate realized that this dichotomy, the helpless and not knowing – this was all a major part of the excitement. Nate’s extremely ticklish feet were his greatest weakness and his greatest asset at the same time. And Eros was in complete control of what was going to happen to his ticklish, helpless feet.
Eros stood up and moved again toward the end of the bed, “I have all these instruments that I know drive ticklish men wild, but I find I much prefer the direct touch of fingers to feet. You’re soles are so warm and soft, you really take wonderful care of them. Almost as if you were unknowingly preparing them for this very night. And I so enjoy the feeling of your tender soles and plump little toes as they wiggle and twitch and you laugh with pure delight. You really have a wonderful laugh, Nate. While I’ve done all manner of things to people to generate the energy to feed me, I’m finding that the very act of tickling your cute feet is a pleasure all its own.”
With that, Eros started to lightly stroke Nate’s soles again and another hour of relentless tickling began. And then a second and then a third, with only the shortest of breaks in between.
After the third hour, Eros released Nate to let him go to the restroom and ordered him to return right back to the bed when he was done. Nate did so without a word of protest and as Eros retied him, Nate had a sudden fear – what happens when all this is over? What happens when Eros is done with him and leaves? How will Nate ever feel like this again?
“Don’t worry, Nate,” Eros said, apparently reading his thoughts, “I’m not doing anything to you that a mortal couldn’t do. And remember, I know the desires of all mortals, even those men out there that desire nothing more than tickling a gorgeous man like you to within an inch of your life. I can help you find one of these men that you find attractive.
“But don’t worry about that now. I may not tire of you for quite some time. I may yet make you my tickle slave and keep you with me for many years. Think of all the tickling you’d have to endure then. Tickling like this…”
Eros started lightly scraping Nate’s soles with his fingernails, making him instantly hysterical, and kept it up for another whole hour. Then it was another hour with the feather, and then a brush, and then back to fingers.
As the rising sun started to spill light into the room, Eros said, “I think it is finally time to take this to its logical conclusion.”
For the entire night, Nate was laying on a huge bulge. But as much as he bounced and tossed on the bed, nothing had happened.
“That is the one thing I’ve used my powers to affect,” Eros said, “I wanted to build you up until I let you have this first orgasm. But now, I release you.”
With that, Nate suddenly felt all his sexual energy flow throughout his body. He was electric with the incessant tickling mixed with tingling sexual power. It only took a few moments before Nate’s entire body exploded with the most incredible orgasm he had ever felt. As he let out a mighty scream, Eros yelled even louder, slammed with the sexual energy coursing off of Nate’s body in wave after wave.
When it was over, Nate nearly passed out. Eros had fallen back on the floor and he got himself up and immediately started to release Nate. He picked up the muscular Nate in his arms as if he was a rag doll, and cradling him like a small child, carried him into the bathroom.
There he undressed Nate and then himself and entered a large bath that had been prepared before. The tub was heated so the water was nice and warm. Eros lovingly washed Nate as the completely spent man rested his head against his chest and started to drift off to sleep.
“I’ve lived for more than ten thousand years,” Eros said, “And that was the most amazing thing I had ever felt in my life. Thank you.”
Nate nuzzled his hairless pecs with his cheek and said, “Thank you, my god, I am yours forever.”
And as he fell into a deep sleep, he heard Eros said, “Yes, you just may be.”
Nate didn’t know how long he had slept, but he woke up in the bed, under the covers. Except for his feet. The covers at the end had been pulled back to expose them. But Eros was gone and Nate was alone.
The bed felt so comforting for Nate to even think about getting up. He didn’t think he could even move if he wanted to. Then the door opened and Eros came in with a glass of orange juice. He came to the bed and sat next to Nate. Gently cradling the back of Nate’s head, he raised it and gave Nate a long drink of juice.
“You’ll need to rest for a while more today. I took a lot out of you last night. I need you to recover fully and rebuild your energy.” He put the glass on the nightstand.
“In the meantime, I’ve discovered something else that I find I enjoy very much and for it’s own reasons.” Eros laid down on the bed on his stomach, stretching out toward Nate’s feet. He grasped Nate’s right foot with both hands. At first, Nate thought he was going to start tickling. Instead, he started to knead Nate’s sole with his fingers, causing the most delightful sensations to run up his leg.
Then Eros bent his head down and started to suck Nate’s toes. Nate realized his toes were moist and Eros must have been doing this all morning while he was asleep. It was such a strange, yet wonderful feeling, that Nate just laid their purring like a kitten.
For the entire day, Nate rested, drifting in and out of sleep. Whenever he woke up, Eros, who apparently didn’t need sleep, was massaging, licking, and sucking his bare feet.
When Nate woke up in the late afternoon, Eros was gone again, but he returned just as Nate was about to get up. He came in the room and behind him was a young man about Nate’s age. He was incredibly good looking and very well built.
“This is the one I was telling you about,” Eros said to the man, “See, aren’t his feet adorable?”
The man was starting at Nate’s bare soles, still sticking out from under the covers. The man looked nervous, but also very excited. “Yes, they do,” he muttered.
“And oh so ticklish,” Eros said, “You won’t believe how ticklish they are. His feet are extremely feather ticklish.”
The mention of feathers seemed to spark a reaction in the man and he started at Nate’s soles longingly.
“Nate,” Eros said, “this is my new friend Billy. I was telling Billy how much fun I had tickling your feet all night last night and he very much wanted to meet you.”
“You’re very good looking,” Billy said, “And you have amazing feet.”
“Thank you,” Nate said feebly. Eros left Billy by the door and came and sat next to Nate on the bed.
“Have you tired of me already?” Nate said, crest-fallen.
“Hardly, I adore you Nate, more than any mortal I’ve ever known. But in the end, I will have to move on, it is the nature of my powers. And you’ll need someone. Billy is perfect for you, believe me I know these things. But he needs training, a lot of training. But what he lacks in skill, he more than makes up for in enthusiasm. He just needs a lot of practice. And I’ll teach him. It will take some time. You’re not getting rid of me any time soon. And I promise I won’t leave you until my young apprentice here is a skillful as the master.
“Besides, what better gift could I give you than a second person to help me make your ticklish bare feet dance all night long? Four hands tormenting those tender soles, those sensitive toes. Billy’s really cute isn’t he?”
Nate looked over at Billy, “Yes, he’s adorable.”
“And you should hear what he’s thinking about your feet right now. He’s ready to run across the room and attack them.”
“Billy,” Nate said, “I’m still a little worn out from last night. Do you think you could help me relax a little? I really enjoy a nice foot massage.”
“That a boy,” Eros whispered.
“Sure,” Billy said with glee and rushed to the end of the bed. He sat down and reached down to Nate’s left foot gingerly, started to massage.
“Careful, not too light,” Nate said, “My feet are extremely ticklish.”
Billy couldn’t help himself, he ran his index finger up the center of Nate’s foot. Nate giggled and said, “Naughty boy, that tickles. That tickles nice.”
Billy couldn’t control himself, he roughly flopped his body across Nate’s shins and started to rake at his bare soles. Nate burst out laughing as the man roughly stroked his twitching soles, rubbing his stubbled chin across Nate’s wiggling toes.
Eros leaned in close as Nate laughed hysterically and said, “He needs to learn some finesse, but right now he’s feeding an unfulfilled need just as you did last night. So we’ll just let him go and have his fun for now.”
Nate didn’t mind. He liked the way this handsome man was some eagerly and hungrily going after his ticklish feet. And as Eros moved to the end of the bed so he could watch Nate’s soles getting tickle ravaged, Nate marveled at how much his life had changed in less than 24 hours. And as he laughed mightily and Billy tickled his feet mercilessly, Nate realized his life was changed forever.
Changed for the better.