Greg Universe was beginning to wonder if he had made the right decision just before it was too late to turn his van around and hightail it back to Beach City. It was late, and he had been on the road for some time now. He was so far out of the way from a good part of civilization that he hadn't seen another car for a good thirty minutes. The trees surrounding the road in the moonlight seemed to chain him away from the stars and moonlight above just barely breaking through and lighting his path. There were no longer streetlights here, and he was forced to rely on his headlights to light the road.

He turned off the radio an hour ago. His thoughts were so convoluted and busy that the music only made him nervous. His fingers squeezed at his steering wheel as he finally came to a stop just at the end of a driveway. He paused, pulled his van in, and sat at the very end staring down at the house in the distance.

Greg realized he was sweating. Despite the nighttime air he was heated particularly in his face at what might happen to him if he went down this driveway. He tensed when he heard a chime from the seat beside him and put the car into park to look at his phone.

Somebody had sent a picture to him. He unlocked his phone and felt his fingers tighten around his phone at the sight of it. It was rope. A lot of it. There were only two words sent after the picture.

"I'm waiting."

Greg swallowed a lump in his throat that he didn't even know he had been holding in. He pulled at the collar of his black t-shirt and felt his toes curl against the soles of his sandals. It wasn't too late to turn around, or that was what he kept telling himself.

It started three weeks ago. It had been late, like it was now, and Greg had had a little bit too much to drink. He didn't plan on going anywhere, but he was bored. Boredom led to a lot of things, but on this particular night it led to a bulge in his pants that he wasn't able to satisfy in his drunken state. He knew even then just porn wasn't going to satisfy him. The magazines he kept hidden in his van, VERY well hidden in case Steven snooped while he wasn't there, just wouldn't satisfy him. So he did something... different. He downloaded an app onto his phone, and hit up a few of the people near him.

Greg had heard about apps like the one he downloaded before. He knew that most of them were under the guise of dating, but most people used them for hookups. That night, Greg wasn't satisfied with women. It wasn't often he craved the sight and touch of a man, but he had then. He never denied his feelings for men, just rarely felt the need to seek out those cravings because normally women satisfied him fine. Not that night. That night he couldn't stop thinking of shaped muscles and big, throbbing erections. His mind was sort of a mush of these horny feelings that night.

The first person to reply to his text was the one who apparently lived in the house Greg was staring at now. He was the only person locally who was up that time of night, along with Greg. He had a way with words that even as drunk as Greg had been knew were working on him. He knew how to flirt and get pictures out of Greg he would never share when he was sober. Each one seemed to make the man on the other end of the conversation hungrier. He kept asking for specific parts of Greg's body. His belly, his butt, his cock, and even his feet. Greg had gotten a few pictures in return, of course, but he couldn't stop desiring to give more. The thought of another man desiring his body as badly as this one had was so... erotic.

They had been texting for weeks now, and it was only earlier that day when Greg had been asked a question.

"Do you want to move tonight's fun to an in-person meeting, Daddy?"

Greg blushed even now just thinking about the name the man had been calling him. He twisted his long hair around his finger and felt his beating heart go faster. He shared far too much with this man of what he desired. What he wanted to try but hadn't before. What he [i]had[/i] tried before and was dying to do again. The man started calling Greg 'Daddy' from the moment he sent the first picture. Greg never once questioned it, because for some reason the name excited him.

Greg still didn't know why, but he had said yes to the question. That's why he was here now. That's why he wondered if this was a bad idea.

Another text came in.

"That your car?" It red. "Hurry up. I'm waiting."

Demanding, and to the point. That's what Greg liked about his texter. He stared up at the house, and wondered if he was being watched even now. His heart beat faster in his chest. He kept thinking that maybe he wasn't ready. Maybe he had fooled himself into thinking he was.

But still, the next thing Greg did was text back.

"Be right there."

Greg put the car into drive and pulled forward.

The house was small, but perhaps it only looked so because his yard was so large. Greg looked around and couldn't see another house in this forest of trees. When he finally shut his car off he saw lights in the window, and the silhouette of the man. He was just about to work up the nerve to step out of his car when he got yet another text.

"You know I won't go easy on you, right?" The text read. "I told you I'm really into role play. Don't wanna waste time going over that once you get out."

Greg swallowed another lump. He had gone over this earlier, but it being a reality and not just an erotic-driven idea was starting to really build up his nerves.

"I know." Greg replied in the text. "I want that."

It was true. He really, really wanted that.

"Good." Was the only reply he received.

Greg took in a deep breath, and stepped out of his van.

The air was warm. Humid, really. He heard the sound of nature in the night air and saw bugs gathering on the light just above the porch of which he was walking up the steps of now. He saw the large wooden door of the front entrance open, and a man stand in front of the screen one. Greg tensed. The man was younger than him, and thin.

"H-Hello," Greg said.

"Hi," The man said. His name was Mitch, if Greg remembered. He gave a smile, but then it changed. "Take of your clothes."

Greg's eyes widened.

"N-Now?" He asked.

"I said I didn't want to waste time," Mitch replied. Then, he reached to something next to the door Greg couldn't see and when he brought his hand back he was holding a dog collar. It was red with a jingling name tag in the shape of a dogbone. Greg caught a glimpse, and saw it said 'Daddy' on it.

His pants stiffened.

"Nobody's around," Mitch replied. He opened the door, and stepped out. Greg wanted to step back but his feet froze in place. Mitch approached, and touched Greg delicately on his cheek. "We can get to the fun as soon as you get rid of your clothes, and put this on."

He put the collar into Greg's hand. Greg felt his face grow hotter.

"I-I..." Greg started, but soon Mitch's hand became curious and went directly for his crotch. Greg gasped, loudly, and bit his lip when he felt fingers clasp his hardening cock.

"You seem excited," Mitch said. He was smiling. "Hurry up and strip."

Greg didn't argue. Couldn't argue. The moment Mitch's hand left his crotch he shakily grabbed at his shirt and pulled up. He felt his face grow even hotter as his belly was exposed, as well as his moobs. Even after he had been told time and time again by Mitch that his belly wasn't bad to him, he couldn't help but felt shy. He slowly undid the top button on his jean shorts and let them slip down to his ankles. He closed his legs slightly, and stood there in just his underwear. His cock was half hard, and the spot where the tip was shone wet with pre-cum. Greg bit his lip harder.

"Take it off," Mitch said. No, he ordered it.

"Y-Yeah," Greg said and nodded his head slowly. He slipped both thumbs into his underwear and tugged, slowly. It got caught on his cock for a moment, so he had to pull it out. He felt a breeze on his bare back and bottom so his body tensed. He shut his eyes in an attempt to calm his pounding heart as he shakily released his underwear and let it fall to his ankles as well. He took a step back, abandoning his clothing on the ground. When he opened his eyes he stared at the collar he had forgotten he had been clutching.

"Put it on," Mitch said. "Then we'll start, Daddy."

Greg nodded, but his mind was hazy and mildly delusional with nerves to really understand. He slowly lifted his hands and wrapped the collar around his neck. He tensed when the cool metal touched his chest. Once it clicked into place he awkwardly wrapped his fingers around the front and squeezed his legs in a way where his cock would be hidden. He felt very, very exposed.

"Your clothes aren't yours anymore," Mitch said as he swept away Greg's clothes to the side of the deck with his shoe. "That collar means you're mine as long as you wear it. Understand?"

"Y-Yes," Greg said. He crossed his arms and looked over his shoulder to assure nobody was watching. He tensed again at another breeze, and resisted the urge to whine. When he turned his head back Mitch had taken a step closer, and was reaching out his hand to grab at Greg's collar. Greg gasped when fingers wrapped around it and tugged slightly.

"Yes Master," Mitch said. "That's what you call me now, Daddy. Master. Let me hear you say it."

"M-Master," Greg said softly. "Yes Master."

Mitch smirked, and released Greg.

"Now," Mitch began. "You've been driving for how long? You must be awfully sweaty. I don't let filthy mutts into my house, Daddy. Before we move on, you know what we're going to do?"

Greg shook his head. Mitch's smirk grew.

"We're going to wash you," He said.

Mitch turned and went into the house for a moment. He grabbed something else, and came back with a leash in hand. He went forward, and latched it onto Greg's collar. As soon as it was done, he tugged until Greg was forced forward. Mitch's hand went to his large, chubby pec and squeezed. Greg opened his mouth to gasp but no sound came out. Fingers moved and went to Greg's nipple where they began to twist and pinch.

"N-Ngnn..." Greg whined.

"Get on your knees, Daddy," Mitch said.

"Yes Master," Greg said, and did as he was told. He fell to his knees. His face was just inches away from the man's crotch now. All his body fat near his belly was showing now, and when he looked up he knew his moobs and belly must look silly from this angle. Still, Mitch was smiling.

"Follow me," The Master ordered. "On your knees."

Greg felt the tug of the collar as Mitch began to briskly walk away. Greg obeyed, and crawled on hands and knees. Luckily, there was a ramp as well as the stairs on the porch. He was led into the yard, and suppressed a whimper as he was forced to crawl on gravel. Once they were on grass it was easier, but the Master was moving quickly. Greg's face was a hot flushing mess as he stared out into the woods. He was naked in collar and led by leash. This was humiliating, yet... his cock was hard between his legs, swinging with each movement he made.

When they stopped, Greg saw something illuminated by the light of a shed. It was a small children's inflatable pool. It was blue with designs of starfish and seashells in red. The man reached down, and unhooked Greg's leash.

"Get in there," Mitch ordered. "It's bath time."

Greg stared, hesitating for but a moment. Surely Mitch was [i]joking.[/i] He wasn't really expected to bathe outside in the middle of the night in a blow up pool, was he?

Still, Greg hesitated. That hesitation meant a swift slap to his bare bottom that told him yes, this was happening. He felt the sting just as he heard the slap and yelped.

"Follow orders," Mitch barked, and kicked his boot into Greg's bare sole to get him to move forward.

Greg obeyed this time, crawling forward toward the empty pool. Once he was in he was ordered to turn over and spread out his body. He did so. His legs and arms went outside of the pool, and his big chubby belly was in full display as was his hardened cock. He whined, curling his toes as Mitch's eyes studied him with a smile.

"Good, Daddy," Mitch said just as he turned and went to the house. Greg saw he was unwinding a green hose and felt his heart pound further. He squirmed slightly as Mitch returned hose in hand. "Let's you off nice and good so we can have real fun in the house."

Greg saw water dripping from right where the hose had an extension meant to spray. Greg's face flushed at the sight of it. He really was going to be doused in the middle of the night.

"Grab your body, Daddy," Mitch said with that same devious smirk. "Grab it all over and show it off for me while I 'wash' you down."

Greg slowly lifted his hands, and wrapped his fingers around the underside of his chubby pecs. He squeezed them, and allowed them to show just how chubby they were. He thrust his lower half forward a bit so his half hard cock could be shown. He flushed deeper, squirming in place.

"Like this?" He asked. "Is this right... M-Master?"

Mitch nodded his head.

"Perfect," He said.

Then, Mitch pressed the lever on the hose, and freezing water burst out and hit Greg square in the chest. It really was like ice, and the moment it touched him Greg shrieked out and writhed in place. He turned, slightly, but the harsh hose bit into his belly and caused it to jiggle and grow slick. The icy water trailed down his body and splattered everywhere. A thin layer of water grew in the tub and as he turned his knees splashed some up.

"Ah!" Greg cried out. "C-C-Cold!"

"Keep showing yourself off, boy," Mitch ordered.

Greg whined, doing as he was told by lifting his bottom in the air. The cool water burst on one of his cheeks and caused it to jiggle slightly. He continued to bite his lip both because of the cool water as well as embarrassment. He wriggled his bottom slightly.

Then, thankfully, the water began to warm slightly. It was still cool and very uncomfortable, but far from the harsh bite it had been. Mitch moved forward, and grabbed Greg's arm. He lifted it high and pointed the hose into Greg's armpit and let it go. A thick stream of water began to attack, and a ticklish sensation overtook Greg's body.

"A-Ahha!" Greg cried out, pulling at his wrist but not being strong enough to gain his freedom. "T-Tickles! It tickles, ahaha!"

Mitch did the same to his opposite armpit despite Greg's protests, and then continued to hose down the rest of the older man. When he got to Greg's bare soles, he forced Greg to put them up at the edge of the kiddy pool one by one so he could hose them down and properly wash them. The water tickled just as bad as before, and he sat there giggling wiggling his toes.

Finally, the hose was cut off. Greg sat there gasping and shivering in the thin layer of water that had gathered. His hair was wet and stuck to his face. His body was filled with goosebumps, and his nipples were rock hard. His cock, on the other hand, continued to be large and very clearly aroused.

"Good," Mitch said, picking up a towel from a nearby chair and tossing to to Greg. "Now, we can go inside."

Greg dried off the best he could, which wasn't very well considering he was freezing and his arms kept shaking, before Mitch approached and rehooked his collar. He grabbed Greg by his nipple and pinched it lightly. It didn't hurt, but still Greg gasped.

"Thank your Master for cleaning you up, Daddy," Mitch ordered.

"T-Thank you, M-Master," Greg said, his works shaking from cold.

He was led as soon as he was dry away from the pool and once more forced to crawl on the grass. Finally, he was led into the house. Still on hands and knees the collar pulled at his neck and he halted in the living room. It too was small with only a couch and a television. The carpet was soft, too. The door shut behind him and he looked to see Mitch at it.

"On your back," Mitch ordered. "And spread your legs."

Greg did as he was told. He got onto his back and grabbed his thighs to pull his legs apart. Then, he lifted his arms above his head and gazed up so he wouldn't have to see Mitch smirking at his blush anymore. How was it possible this entire time he hadn't lost his erection?

Mitch stepped forward and tugged off his shirt. His bare chest was revealed as he undid the top button of his pants, but left it at that. He stared down at Greg with that devious grin of his and lifted his boot, placing the tip delicately on Greg's cock. Greg whimpered, and bit as his lip.

"You're so obeident," Mitch said. "Just like in your pictures, Daddy. What can you do to show me you're a good boy."

"I don't know, Master," Greg admitted. Truly, he was shocked he managed to follow orders. Thinking of more to do on the spot made his head run wild with panic. However Mitch was still smiling.

Mitch got down to the ground between Greg's legs on his knees, and he grabbed Greg by his cock. Greg tensed and untensed. His toes curled. Mitch crawled forward up until he was on Greg's body. His hand slapped down over Greg's pec and squeezed. He put his other hand on the back of Greg's head, and brought his face forward into a kiss.

Greg whined, and squeezed his legs together instinctively. This only squeezed Mitch between his chubby thighs, which seemed to excite the man as he began grinding his clothed cock against Greg's bare one.

Their lips were connected and Mitch was grabbing at Greg greedily. When it wasn't his nipples or pec it was his belly or arms or even legs. A tongue was forced into Greg's mouth and he began to moan, his own hips jerking slightly at the sensation it gave his cock to be so... wanted. To feel the lust of this man in every touch he gave Greg. Fingers dug into Greg's sides like claws but it did not hurt bad enough to distract from the pleasure. When their lips parted Greg realized the area around his lips was wet with saliva, and his eyes were open. Unfocused and dazed with pleasure when he blinked he realized Mitch had climbed forward to sit on his belly with his legs on either side. His pants were tenting, but his cock was still unseen.

"How ticklish are you?" Mitch questioned.

"H-Huh?" Greg asked.

"In the pool, that little water made you squeal like a piggy," Mitch said. As he spoke his fingers traced circles around Greg's neck. It made his body tense.

"I don't know," Greg said, his eyes moving away. "I haven't been tickled in a long time. I-I guess pretty ticklish. Why?"

Mitch continued to smile.

"Because tonight, Daddy," Mitch spoke as he grabbed Greg's collar and pulled. It forced Greg's head up slightly, and fingers went to his armpit and ran over the tufts of armpit hair inside. "You're going to be my toy in every sense of the word. If I tell you I'm going to rim you you present me your ass. If I tell you I'll spank you, you get in position. If I say I'm going to tie you up and tickle you until you cry you do it without question. And right now, I want to tickle you."

Greg stared wide eyed. He couldn't speak. Couldn't even move. But still, his body betrayed him as Mitch's hand went back and wrapped around his cock. It was fully hard.

"Okay, Master," Greg whispered.

"Keep your arms up," Mitch ordered, his fingers running to Greg's armpits. A fingertip, barely anything, grazed and Greg felt a chuckle bubble inside of him. He locked his arms behind his head the best he could using his fingers as locks. "If you lower them you're going to be punished very badly. Do you understand?"

Greg nodded.

"Now... tell me again... how ticklish are you?"

Mitch's fingers pressed down. Past the tufts of armpit hair and into the large pits under Greg's arms. Instantly, Greg's mouth opened at the sensation of the touch. It felt like a shock went through his entire system even before they began to wiggle. Mitch used two fingers, one for each hand, to dig the deepest and give one long, sensual stroke.

"Ahhh!" Greg gasped, his chest trembling already. He closed his eyes and bit his lips. Instinctively his arms tried to go down, so he dug his fingernails into them. He shook his head slowly.

"T-Ticklish," Greg whimpered. "I'm ticklish, Master."

"I can see," Mitch replied. He grinned, using two fingers now. And then three. The more he added the deeper he went. The longer he stroked. Toying fingers running rampant on Greg's bare pits willingly. It was hell just to sit here. To have Mitch sit on his chest as his body squirmed. His toes curled and feet scrunched. His lower body threatened to kick. It was so very, very hard to keep his arms up. When Greg opened his eyes he found they were brimming with tears already at just how hard it was to keep from laughing. His breath was fast and rampant. It came out in harsh, violent pushes of air.

"A-Aha..." Greg gasped when the fingers began to dance. "N-No, plehehese..."

"No?" Mitch asked. "Did you just say no?"

"Mmm," Greg whined, biting his lip harder. The fingers went faster. He couldn't keep it in anymore.

"A-Ahahaaaa!" Greg cried out, kicking his legs and pounding his heels to the floor. "It tickles it tickles! Ahahahaaaa!"

"Squeal for me, Daddy," Mitch cried out as the tickling went deeper and deeper. Fingers began to dance not only in Greg's pits, but lower against his ribs. His laughter became so violent and intense that soon no sound would come out simply because he struggled to find room to breathe. When he did manage to gasp in air, normally when Mitch switched areas from sides to pits to nipples to back again, he always started screaming in laughter. He tried to roll, but the weight of Mitch was surprisingly heavy and kept him on his back. His cock was harder and harder.

"Tickle tickle," Mitch said, grabbing both of Greg's nipples and tickling his moobs. Greg screamed, lowering his hands without thinking to try and desperately cover the sensitive area. He was still laughing and squealing even as Mitch pulled away. When the weight was off his chest he turned to his side, giggling and hugging himself.

"A-Ahaha..." Greg gasped, feeling sweat on his forehead. "T-Tickles so much..."

"I told you not to lower your arms," Mitch said.

Greg glanced up. He had been driven so mad by the sensation he had forgotten for a moment. Mitch was looking at him not smiling, but glaring. It actually sent a wave of fear through Greg as he struggled with shaky hands to sit up.

"I-I'm sorry, Master," Greg said quickly.

"It's time to punish you, I suppose," Mitch said. He unbuttoned his pants fully now and let them fall. He was in his underwear now. He went to the couch and sat down. His erection was evident, and he beckoned with his hand. "Come. Lay down and present your ass to me, Daddy."

Greg hesitated for only a moment before he felt a tug on his leash. He crawled on hand and knee to the couch, climbing up. With Mitch's hands he was guided to lay down with his face near the armrest and his large, chubby rump sitting right on Mitch's lap. He felt his erection squeeze between Mitch's thighs and a blush formed. Fingers traced every so lightly on Greg's bottom, and it too tickled.

"Mhmhm..." Greg whined.

"Sensitive here, too," Mitch said. "Too bad that's not what we're doing. This is a punishment, understand?"

"Yes, Master," Greg nodded.

"I'm going to spank you," The Master said. "Every time you feel me slap, I want you to say 'Thank you Master' and mean it."

Greg looked over his shoulder. His heart really was pounding now. They had discussed things like this in their text conversations, but he couldn't say he had truly ever been spanked. It had been curiosity at best, but now it was staring at him right in the face. A bare palm ran over his smooth, chubby rump and pinched lightly.

"Yes, Master," Greg said.

Mitch lifted his hand, and slapped it down to Greg's bare right buttcheek. Greg tensed and made a noise, but did not cry out in pain. He curled his toes and squeezed his buttcheeks together, yes, but did not cry out.

"T-Thank you, Master!" He said quickly.

Another slap, this time on the opposite cheek. It seemed to sting harder now that the shock of the pain was dying down and being replaced with reality. He was being spanked. He was being [i]punished.[/i]

"Thank you, Master," Greg said, quieter this time.

A third spank made him wince. It sounded louder this time. More violent and... specific. Greg bit his lip, and thanked Mitch once more.

His toes would not uncurl even when he tried to make them. Occasionally, Mitch would rub his hand over Greg's surely flushed bottom and squeeze, not spank. He would pull and reveal Greg's hole and run his fingers on it, saying words about how it was his now. Greg gasped and whimpered, only to be spanked once more and being forced to thank Mitch for it.

"G-Gosh," Greg said. He had lost count of the spanking now. When he looked over his shoulder his bottom was just as bright and red as the sunburnt parts of his body. Mitch's fingers were running lightly, half tickling half exploring, and he was smiling now.

"Too much?" Mitch questioned.

Greg shook his head.

"Good," Mitch responded. "Because I have plenty of fun for you left. Get on the ground. On your hands and knees."

Greg moved, slowly. The sting in his bottom was still fresh, and he winced as he got down back to the carpet on hand and knee. Mitch was quick to follow, falling behind him and planting both hands firmly on Greg's now reddened, flushed butt. He pulled slowly to either side and once more revealed Greg's hole.

Then, Mitch moved his face down. That's when Greg gasped and began to squeeze his legs. Greg opened his mouth as his tongue fell from his mouth and he began to pant. Mitch's tongue was deep against his hole rimming slowly. As Mitch lapped his tongue and swirled it around Greg's hole Greg writhed his upper body. His moobs, hanging down, jiggled. He couldn't stop whining now. It felt like electricity as Mitch's fingers clawed his chubby sides to get deeper and deeper into his bottom. The tongue made him whine and cry out at random intervals.

"A-Ahhh!" Greg cried, crashing from his hands so his face was on the floor but rump still in the air. "F-Feels good, Master. Feels so good."

Greg wanted more. More stimulation. More rimming. More fun.

He got his wish, because Mitch kept going. The man's hands went down Greg's body and eventually to the area between his legs where he gripped his hand around Greg's cock and ran his fingers up and down in a motion similar to milking. Greg whined, squeezing and pulling apart his legs in response.

Mitch stopped rimming, but in doing so ran his tongue all the way from Greg's hole down his taint and over his balls. All the way until he was at Greg's cock where he lapped downward to the tip, and then got down onto his back. He sat between Greg's thick legs, and reached up his hands to pull Greg's lower half down. Greg's legs split as his lower half went down and cock went into Mitch's mouth. He felt Mitch push and pull at his body as his cock went in and out of his mouth. Greg clawed the carpet as he continued to gasp and whimper. He reached a hand behind him and pressed it to his hole, trying to stimulate it the best he could. Tears welled in his eyes from so much whimpering as more and more pleasure was forced at him. He pressed his face to the cool floor, unable to do anything else as his body was pleasured.

When his lower half was pushed up for good and Mitch slid out from under him he too was breathing heavily. Greg did not move from his position. He had forgotten all about the spanking, and was reminded when Mitch gave him a swift slap to his bottom. He gasped, getting back to hands and knees.

"Roll over," Mitch ordered. "And put your feet in my lap."

"My feet?" Greg asked, nerves getting to him. "What for?"

"Do pets ask orders?" Mitch questioned.

Greg shook his head, and rolled onto his back. Mitch was sitting down, so Greg placed his feet next to each other on the man's lap. The man's fingers went for his toes, squeezing them one at a time. Greg sat up, using his elbows behind him to prop himself.

"I want you," Mitch said, his finger trailing up and down one of Greg's arches. It took a good deal of strength not to giggle and show just how much it tickled. "To start jerking yourself off."

Greg lifted his hand slowly to his cock and squeezed it. It still felt sensitive from so much stimulation. He was worried if he went too fast he was going to cum, and he was far from having his fill of fun. He slowly ran his fingers up and down the shaft, and Mitch smiled.

Mitch's fingers squeezed at Greg's right foot. It was a light tough on the tender soles. Greg had always had soft feet, and he supposed in these past years it had to do with working at the car wash. Always being around soapy products and splashing his toes near water. His feet hardly had time to toughen up. Now, though, as Mitch massaged them, he was aware just how ticklish they were on top of it. He wasn't even trying to tickle Greg, just massage at his heels and balls of his feet, but still it tickled.

"Hehe," Greg whined as he stroked slowly at his cock.

Mitch grabbed Greg's left foot by the ankle and brought it to his lips. He placed Greg's toes on his lips and kissed each one of them before finally taking the big one in his mouth. He made a moaning sort of noise, and Greg continued to jerk himself off. The sensation was... alien. Not bad at all, but different. It made him tense and wiggle his toes inside of Mitch's mouth. Mitch's tongue explored, running slowly. When he released Greg's big toe he let his tongue run from the ball to the arch where he kissed some more. He grabbed Greg's other foot, and pressed it roughly to his member still encased in his underwear. Greg could feel the hard shaft against his toes which squeezed against it. It felt wet and dripping with pre. Greg had a sudden desire to rub his foot all over that cock. His face flushed when he realized he had this desire, and thinking about it made his hand rub his own cock faster.

"Good," Mitch said, pulling Greg's foot away from his mouth. "Don't you dare cum, though, or I'll never let you stop being punished."

Greg slowed down his stroking at that. He was starting to sweat again. His forehead and pits felt damp as he writhed nervously in place.

"Grab your tits again," Mitch ordered. "Go on."

Greg blushed at having his pecs be referred to as 'tits'. He did so anyway, slowly squeezing them and showing them off as he turned his eyes away. He pinched his nipples with his thumbs and middle fingers. Mitch only pressed his cock harder to Greg's foot. Finally, he grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled down. The first thing Greg felt was warmth on his sole, and the touch of a cock slapping to it.

"Don't stop showing off your body," Mitch ordered. He ran his fingertips over Greg's toes. Greg tensed again. It tickled so horribly. He wiggled his toes, but Mitch grabbed them and held them back. He waved his other finger in a 'no no' sort of gesture. Then, he took a single finger and began to rub and stroke the area underneath Greg's toes.

"Mhm..." Greg suppressed a giggle as his toes were tickled. He squirmed, but did not pull his feet away. One foot was still on Mitch's cock while his other suffered torment. He opened his mouth to gasp but giggling fell out. He continued to squeeze at his man boobs and belly, showing them off to appease his new master. He grabbed his belly and jiggled it lightly, and Mitch only grinned and added another finger to the ticklish torment.

"A-Ahaha," Greg whined, pulling the foot away from Mitch's cock. His other foot was grabbed by the ankle and held in place. Though his toes were set free, it mattered not because now fingers were dancing all over the arch of his bare foot. Greg cried out, gasping and fighting.

"N-Nohoho that tickles!" He begged, kicking his other leg wildly. He released his belly and pecs, falling to his back and trying to get away. Mitch was far stronger than he looked, and all he received was ticklish hell on his bare foot. It went on for what felt like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than a single minute. Once the tickling finally stopped it was only because Mitch released him, and Greg was left gasping on his back once more.

"Get up," Mitch ordered as he got to his own feet.

Greg followed orders, coughing as he sat up. His feet looked pink on the soles now. He nodded and got to his feet shakily, though it was half forced because Mitch snatched up his leash once more.

"We're going to the playroom," Mitch said.

Greg didn't have time to ask just what on earth a 'playroom' was, because he was being led. He used his hands to cover his throbbing cock on the verge of cumming as he was led from the living room down a hallway. He passed a room with a bed, but didn't stop there. At the very end of the hallway a room with a closed door that Mitch opened slowly. Inside was...

Greg stopped at the doorway. His toes were hanging over the edge from where carpet turned to hardwood. The room was dark even with the light switch turned on. There were... tools here Greg had never seen before. There was some sort of device in the center hanging from the ceiling with straps everywhere and chains. There were large wooden stocks in the corner. Tools like whips and feather dusters on the walls.

"Come," Mitch ordered.

Greg was forced by the tug around his neck to step his sensitive bare feet to the cold hardwood floor. Mitch dropped the leash, and Greg stood still. Mitch began to mess with all the ropes and chains and straps in the center of the room.

"What is that?" Greg asked finally.

Mitch looked to Greg, and smiled.

"Where you'll be chained up, of course."

Greg's heart was pounding, but he didn't object.

Mitch picked up his leash once it looked like the toy was ready. He led Greg, slowly, over and turned him around. He forced Greg to sit down in a large bit of cloth and then told him to lift his arms. As he did so, his wrists were strapped in one by one. He was able to sit without his toes touching the cool ground, and that only made him more nervous as Mitch made him sit back. His ankles were lifted one by one and they too were chained up. He writhed, unable to free himself as his body hung swinging back and forth slightly. His arms and legs were spread and his body looked a bit like an X now. He looked to Mitch, who was smiling widely now.

"This is your ultimate test, Daddy," Mitch said. He moved forward, and placed his hand on Greg's belly. He forced it to jiggle, which only made Greg's face feel hot. "The real fun starts now."

"R-Real fun?" Greg asked, unable to keep the nerves from his voice.

"Yes," Mitch said. He reached out a hand to one of Greg's bare feet suspended in the air. It was just close enough where he could wrap his fingers around to the sole and begin to scratch at the heel.

"Nghn..." Greg whined.

"What does it feel like, Daddy?" Mitch asked.

"Tickles," Greg whimpered. His mouth opened and he began to giggle. "I-It tickles! Hehehe!"

"Good," Mitch said with that devious smirk he seemed to love. He moved his other hand down to Greg's armpit and began to allow his fingers to dance there as well.

"A-Ahhahaha!" Greg cried out. "Nohohoho!"

Greg shook his body, and in turn the fat on his midsection jiggled. He whined and closed his eyes as he shook his head. This was worse than before. Mitch had been going easy on his pits and feet before when there were no restraints. Now, Greg [i]couldn't[/i] make it stop even though he squealed and cried out in ticklish hell.

"A-Ahahaha!" Greg screamed as the fingers on his feet and pit went to his belly, reaching over to run and stroke on either side. "N-Not my belly! Not there! Pleheheese!"

"Not there?" Mitch asked. "Then how about here?"

Mitch went around Greg's body until he was right between his legs where his fingers rested on Greg's delicate yet still sensitive rump. He tickled there now, furiously scratching his fingers up his taint and to the inside of his large, thick thighs. Greg screamed now. So loud that it hurt his throat. His ankles tugged desperately at the chains and straps holding them in place so far apart above his head. He tried to squeeze his legs together to hide a bit of his ticklish shame and furiously hard cock, but it was no good. He was helpless in every sense of the word even as tears pooled in his eyes and spilled over his cheeks.

"N-Nohohho!" Greg screamed. "It tickles too much! AHAHAHAA!"

Mitch grabbed at Greg's cock just to push it toward Greg's belly, and run his fingers on his balls and the underside of them as well. His entire body felt as though it were suffering through hell. His toes went wild. Wriggling and curling and feet flapping as he helpessly trembled in his binds.

"AHAHAHA!"

Finally, something broke in Greg. The way his body jerked and moved on Mitch's hand holding his cock made a dam inside of him break as hot, sticky cum burst from his cock in an orgasm surrounded by ticklish hell. He cried out, half laughing half moaning as cum went all the way up his chest and into his beard and on his cheeks. The orgasm was so violent the cum so plentiful that his mind went dead for a good ten seconds. He swore he saw stars. He didn't even realize the tickling had stopped until he struggled again only to find there was no reason.

"Haaa.. haaa..." Greg whined. "G-Gosh that was so good, Mitch."

Mitch grinned at Greg.

"Do you think you're done just because you came?"

"I..."

"You still call me Master tonight," Mitch said, reaching up his hand to grab Greg by the ankle. "Just for that little slip up, I know a good way to pass your next hour of punishment."

"Mmm," Greg bit his lip in worry as Mitch went away to a drawer at the side of the room. Inside he pulled out five devices all of the same shape. They were all bright purple with cords attached. Mitch drew closer.

"Do you know what these are?" He asked.

"N... No?" Greg responded.

"Vibrators," Mitch said. He grabbed Greg's foot, pulled it to his lips, and gave it a long lick. Greg gasped, but as Mitch pulled away he put the vibrator against Greg's foot and began to strap it down with another band. It was firmly put to Greg's arch now. Then, he moved to Greg's other foot and did the same. This time, it was strapped to the underside of his toes. As Greg tried to squirm them it did not loosen.

Mitch went to his armpit next, putting the device in and strapping it by wrapping a band around Greg's shoulder. Greg squirmed as the same was done to his other exposed pit. He felt five cords dangle from each of the vibrators. Mitch picked up the one closest to him to reveal a small indicator showing how fast the vibations would go. He cranked it to the highest setting.

Instantly, Greg felt tingling on his bare foot. His eyes widened, and giggling came up before he could stop it.

"A-Ahaha!" Greg cried, flapping his foot pathetically. "A-Ah! That tickles! M-Make it stop!"

Mitch did not listen. He went to Greg's other foot and did the same. The tickling on the underside of his toes got worse. Then, he went to both of Greg's armpits and at the same time cranked those vibrators to maximum.

"BAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!" Greg screamed at the top of his lungs once all vibrators were set to work. No matter how much he cried out begged or writhed or wiggled they would not loosen. He began to jerk violently and it only pulled at the chains at his wrists and ankles. Tears spilled from his eyes again. It tickled so, so horribly bad. All of his worst spots attacked at once. He hardly registered it as Mitch left again, and came back with a glowing light.

It was a riding crop. He laid it against Greg's nipple, lifted it, and then slapped down. The pain was a very light if not meaningless distraction from the tickling.

"What will come first?" Mitch questioned. "You losing your sanity to the tickling? Or your punishment coming up?" In the meantime, I'm going to have fun with your suspended body. Don't mind me."

"N-Nohohoho!" Greg cried out.

But he was already getting hard again. He knew, deep down he loved this. Loved the loss of control. Loved the punishment. Loved the idea that for the next hour he would be unable to leave, and nothing would make the torment stop.

His belly was grabbed and jiggled just as the riding crop went to what part of his butt was exposed.

"Let's see," Mitch said just over Greg's hysterical laughter. "Let's start with twenty swats, and see if you cry from the sting or the tickling first!"

Greg's night of being Mitch's pet, it seemed, was only beginning.