Hiker Tickled By A Haunter

Hiker Anthony had always been into some heavy BDSM stuff. There isn't anything that makes him rock hard than the thought of him totally defenseless in some unescapable bondage position, while a stranger have some fun with his cock and ass, like he was born to provide his milk to anyone interested. 

There's this place behind an old Pub called "Diglett's Cave" he always wanted to visit. It's a kind of BDSM dungeon where various men are locked inside walls with their sensitive parts sticking outside, like he saw somewhere in the internet. It was such a arousing idea. 

Exactly what he wanted. The only thing is that the place looked abandoned, but he had to take a try! He placed his huge hiking backpack on some corner and took his clothes off except his hat, he thought it's sexy to appear using it on the screen for the kinky men see which is his trainer class. Who knows, maybe someone out there has a fetish for milking huge chubby hikers. 

The bondage paraphernalia on the wall was fully automated, he just had to put his ankles and wrists on the right places to activate then. Suddenly he was completely locked and defenseless with his privates on display and his face appearing on the screen, just like he wanted. His erection was automatic.

Not many minutes passed and he started to feel someone (or... something?) exploring his exposed body parts, a wet and weirdly cold tongue licking from bottom to top, from cock to ass, which made him moan loud and shiver. It was pure (erotic) torture! In the same time, something started to scratch both his exposed soles! 

That was too much but yet too good. He never experimented that kind of sensory overload, he didn't even knew his huge meaty size 14 feet were ticklish. Maybe he spent too much time wearing those tight hiker boots. It actually felt kinda good, his feet was so sore, he needed to stretch and wiggle his toes to flex those muscles a little. 

The Hiker moaned even louder between some short laughs mixed with more moaning. He came fast but it felt like an eternity. It was pure bliss but his ankles and wrists quickly started to hurt, maybe his body struggled too hard when he ejaculated. The things that kept him trapped didn't seem to work to release him. Even worse... the thing messing with him, a wild and kinky Haunter, wasn't satisfied yet and wanted to see how more longer the beefy man can stand being tickled and milked. Hours? Days? He felt desperate but too overjoyed to fight back. 

In the end, it was what he always wanted to be: not a Hiker but a male Tauros for others to catch and milk dry, and now, also, a nice pair of bearish wide soles on disposal to tickle!