Mr. Tickle produced a large can containing a fine powder. He then grabbed Nick’s previously discarded thin white ankle socks and scooped two spoonfuls of powder into each one before placing the socks back onto Nicks bound dainty size 5 feet. “Oh Nicky, now the real fun starts!”.
Within seconds Nick could feel the powder starting to work. He felt a sharp tingling on the soles of his sock clad feet. The itching sensation got worse every second that passed. The cute diminutive blond struggled against his bonds to no avail. He was desperate to find relief for his itchy itchy feet. Mr. Tickle watched from the corner of the room for several minutes as his young captive flailed about, moaning into his gag. He especially savored the sight of the young teens tiny socked feet twitching to and fro as the itching got worse.
Finally he spoke up. “There’s an easy way to make the itching stop my dear boy”. “All you have to do is ask…” he taunted. Mr. Tickle yanked the gag from his captives mouth. “Come on boy, ask me to make it stop, beg me to scratch your ticklish little feet.”
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