Andy and Thomas 19
"Your friend Derek stopped by" Rob said. "I told him you guys were a little tied up right now."
I grunted into my tight tape wrap gag.
"Relax Andy. It's not so bad. You could be gagged with my socks instead. But I can arrange that later if you'd like."
I glared at him and grunted through my gag again.
This was Mrs. G's second day away. Fran was in charge of us for the first day. Now it was Rob's turn. We stayed tied up and gagged on the couch until Rob ordered pizza for dinner. We were finally free to remove those awful gags. It felt so good to spit out that droll soaked ball of stockings.
We ate, used the bathroom, and were brought down to the basement for the night. Rob taped our fists and then taped our wrists together. He used rope to bind our ankles and knees. Then he had a special surprise for us.
He had two pairs of dirty socks that he used to pack our mouths. Our cheeks were bulging when he tape gagged us. "Got to keep those filty socks in there" Rob taunted me as he wrap gagged me with duct tape.
"Now that you're not going anywhere who wants to be tickled first? Any volunteers?"
"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!"
We begged him not to tickle us.
"I guess I'll just have to choose. I'll start with Thomas."
Rob tickled his pantyhose clad feet with his fingers. I watched helplessly and mumbled and groaned through my gag. "Patience Andy. First Thomas, then you."
Thomas begged and pleaded through his gag for Rob to show him some mercy. That only resulted in more prolonged tickling. Then Rob went to work on my helpless feet. "Cootchie cootchie coo" he taunted me. "Cootchie cootchie coo. Cootchie cootchie coo."
"Mmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmppphh!"
Rob knew what I was trying to ask. I was begging him to stop tickling me. But he showed me as much mercy as he gave Thomas.
He tickled us both for an hour each before he called it a night. "I hope you boys are comfy. And I hope you don't mind me socks. Those gags will stay on by the way. You can beg and plead all you want but you'll just be wasting your breath."
We were untied for breakfast the next morning. We got to spit out those nasty socks and eat something before Mark and Fran took over for Rob.
This went on for a few days where they traded us back and forth. On the day that Mrs. G got back Rob was watching us and he used the hand and ankle cuffs on us. We were cleaning the house with a mouthful of nylon stockings and tape wrapped around our heads to keep us from spitting it out.
We cleaned silently thanks to the gags and the cuffs were a constant reminder that we were nothing more than prisoners. When Mrs. G got home we were so happy we ran to the door, took off her shoes and placed gagged kisses all over her feet.
"Wow you boys must have really missed me or Rob, Mark, and Fran must have been pretty hard on you while I was away. But since you want to kiss my feet that bad go to the living room. I'll be right there."
She sat on the couch and removed our gags. Then she put her black nylon clad feet in our faces. We rubbed and kissed her soles.
"Don't forget the arch" she said.
We kissed and licked her arches and then licked her soles again and nibbled on her toes. We sucked the sweat right out of her nylon covered toes.
Then her stockings came off so we could suck her toes and lick in between them. We both gagged as we swallowed some of her "toe cheese" as she called it.
"I'm sorry boys but this toe cheese doesn't eat itself. Keep going though."
We cleaned between every single toe and swallowed all of her salty toe cheese.
We spent the rest of our day all chained up and gagged until dinner. Then it was down to the basement for us where we were taped up, tied up, and gagged all night.
I grunted into my tight tape wrap gag.
"Relax Andy. It's not so bad. You could be gagged with my socks instead. But I can arrange that later if you'd like."
I glared at him and grunted through my gag again.
This was Mrs. G's second day away. Fran was in charge of us for the first day. Now it was Rob's turn. We stayed tied up and gagged on the couch until Rob ordered pizza for dinner. We were finally free to remove those awful gags. It felt so good to spit out that droll soaked ball of stockings.
We ate, used the bathroom, and were brought down to the basement for the night. Rob taped our fists and then taped our wrists together. He used rope to bind our ankles and knees. Then he had a special surprise for us.
He had two pairs of dirty socks that he used to pack our mouths. Our cheeks were bulging when he tape gagged us. "Got to keep those filty socks in there" Rob taunted me as he wrap gagged me with duct tape.
"Now that you're not going anywhere who wants to be tickled first? Any volunteers?"
"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!"
We begged him not to tickle us.
"I guess I'll just have to choose. I'll start with Thomas."
Rob tickled his pantyhose clad feet with his fingers. I watched helplessly and mumbled and groaned through my gag. "Patience Andy. First Thomas, then you."
Thomas begged and pleaded through his gag for Rob to show him some mercy. That only resulted in more prolonged tickling. Then Rob went to work on my helpless feet. "Cootchie cootchie coo" he taunted me. "Cootchie cootchie coo. Cootchie cootchie coo."
"Mmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmppphh!"
Rob knew what I was trying to ask. I was begging him to stop tickling me. But he showed me as much mercy as he gave Thomas.
He tickled us both for an hour each before he called it a night. "I hope you boys are comfy. And I hope you don't mind me socks. Those gags will stay on by the way. You can beg and plead all you want but you'll just be wasting your breath."
We were untied for breakfast the next morning. We got to spit out those nasty socks and eat something before Mark and Fran took over for Rob.
This went on for a few days where they traded us back and forth. On the day that Mrs. G got back Rob was watching us and he used the hand and ankle cuffs on us. We were cleaning the house with a mouthful of nylon stockings and tape wrapped around our heads to keep us from spitting it out.
We cleaned silently thanks to the gags and the cuffs were a constant reminder that we were nothing more than prisoners. When Mrs. G got home we were so happy we ran to the door, took off her shoes and placed gagged kisses all over her feet.
"Wow you boys must have really missed me or Rob, Mark, and Fran must have been pretty hard on you while I was away. But since you want to kiss my feet that bad go to the living room. I'll be right there."
She sat on the couch and removed our gags. Then she put her black nylon clad feet in our faces. We rubbed and kissed her soles.
"Don't forget the arch" she said.
We kissed and licked her arches and then licked her soles again and nibbled on her toes. We sucked the sweat right out of her nylon covered toes.
Then her stockings came off so we could suck her toes and lick in between them. We both gagged as we swallowed some of her "toe cheese" as she called it.
"I'm sorry boys but this toe cheese doesn't eat itself. Keep going though."
We cleaned between every single toe and swallowed all of her salty toe cheese.
We spent the rest of our day all chained up and gagged until dinner. Then it was down to the basement for us where we were taped up, tied up, and gagged all night.
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