Peeping Toms (f+/mm)

[Bondageboi]

"Dude, you've got to come see this," Jack said, nudging Tim in the ribs. They were perched behind a thick hedge, peeking through a knot-hole that offered a perfect view of the backyard next door. The sun was beating down, but the heat was nothing compared to the rush of adrenaline coursing through Tim's veins.

"What is it?" Tim whispered back, his curiosity piqued. He adjusted his glasses and squinted through the gap. It was a sight he hadn't anticipated: a pool party, and not just any pool party. It was a gathering of girls from school, all of them in bikinis, splashing and laughing without a care in the world.

Jack chuckled. "Told you it'd be worth it."

Tim nodded, his heart racing. It was like a secret treasure trove had opened up before him. The pool sparkled with the light, casting a shimmering glow across the girls' skin. They looked like mermaids, frolicking in their own private oasis. The sound of their giggles floated through the air, mingling with the distant chirp of birds. He couldn't believe his luck.

But their fun was about to be disrupted. A figure emerged from the house, a towel slung over her shoulder, sunglasses hiding her eyes. It was Becky, the prettiest girl in their grade. She spotted them, and her smile faltered. Tim's stomach dropped as she approached the hedge, her bare feet slapping against the concrete. His heart thumped so loudly, he was sure she could hear it.

"What are you two doing?" she asked, her voice firm but not unkind.

Jack looked at Tim, who felt his cheeks burning. "We...uh...just wanted to...see if we could borrow some...pool noodles," he stuttered.

Becky raised an eyebrow. "Pool noodles?" she repeated, not buying their lie for a second. "Okay, I have none to spare but you can join the party and use ours." She turned and shiuted back to her fuests. “Hey girls. These two peeping Toms want to join our party!”

The giggles stopped abruptly, and the pool's surface grew still. Tim felt his face burn hotter than the sun above as the girls turned to look at them, their expressions a mix of shock, amusement, and annoyance. He knew he should be embarrassed, but the thrill of being caught was strangely exhilarating.

Before they could react, a pack of the girls, led by Becky, splashed out of the water and sprinted towards them. The sound of their bare feet pounding on the ground grew louder as they approached. Tim and Jack exchanged panicked looks, their eyes wide with terror and excitement. They pushed themselves off the ground, stumbling over each other in a desperate attempt to flee.

But it was no use; the girls were too fast. Within seconds, they were surrounded, and strong hands grabbed their arms and legs. They were hoisted up and over shoulders, the world spinning as they were carried, kicking and squirming, back to the pool, Becky leading the way, her hips swaying as she ked the girls and their prosoners. “Theynwant to go for,a swim I thunk. “The cool water splashed over the girls as they were thrown in, the shock of the cold serving as a stark reminder of their predicament.

They surfaced, sputtering and disoriented, to find themselves in the center of a circle of grinning faces. The girls had formed a human barricade around the edge of the pool, their eyes gleaming with mischief. Becky stepped forward, a rope coiled in her hand. "Looks like we're going to have to make sure you don't get too handsy," she said, and with a wink, the girls hauled yhe boys out of the pool. “Looks lik their clothes,got,a bit wet. Hang em io,to,dry.” 16 hands began to quickly remove the boys shoes socks and tshirts leaving then in just their wet shorts. The girls then began to tie Tim and Jack up with the camping rope Becky brought from the garage.

Tim felt the rough rope bite into his wrists as they secured his hands behind his back. His elbows were next to be tied tigether with the coarse byput strong rope. He looked over at Jack whomwas farin no better, arms already biund, two birls worked on binding his ankles and knees together, a fate which soon befell Tim. They both watched in horror as Becky approached with a devilish smirk, a jar of Nutella in one hand and a feather in the other. The smell of chocolate and the coconut oil sunscreen filled his nostrils as Becky sat in a sun lounger and began to smear the spread over her own feet. Tim’s eyes grew wide with dread.

"Now, now, don't go anywhere," Becky said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're about to have some fun with our special guests." She Tossed the feather to her friend Katherine, a feisty red head with piercing creen eyes and a wicker fron on her face. “Use this as you see dir on Jack. Tim is my foot slave for now.”

Tim was pinned down by thre. Girls on the lawn infront Becky’s chair. “Do you like chocolate tou worm?” Without waiting for an answer she held her feet above his face, inches from his eyes and mouth and wiggled her toes, before poking the bug toe of her left foot into his mouth.

Jack meanwhile was dragged to a nearby picnic table, his already bound body stretched out and secured with more ropes. The girls giggled as they tied his ankles to the table legs, ensuring there was no escape. Katie straddled him, her legs pinning his down as she stared him in the eyes, tiddling her feather in her fingers. She began to wiggle the feather in his belly button, whilst anothe firs, out of site, ran her fingers over his bare soles.

Tim felt Becky's toes in his mouth, the taste of chocolate mixing with the faint saltiness of her skin. He struggled, but the girls held him down firmly. Becky's friends took turns tickling his sides and feet, their laughter echoing through the yard. His body convulsed with each giggle, his face reddening as he squirmed under their relentless assault. He tried to scream, but only muffled sounds came out.

“Lick it iff. Im sure you kike Nutella!”

Tim’s eyes bulged as Becky’s words sunk in. He had no choice but to obediently lick the chocolate spread from her toes, the sweetness overpowering his senses. His heart raced with fear and humiliation, the taste of chocolate and sunscreen a bitter reminder of his current predicament. Meanwhile, Jack’s muffled protests grew louder, his body jerking spasmodically as the girls took turns tickling him with the feather and their fingers. Tim could only watch in horror as his best friend's face contorted in a mix of laughter and pain.

The girls took delight in their newfound power, their giggles growing more sadistic with each passing moment. Becky leaned back in her chair, watching Tim with a smug smile as she sipped on a lemonade. "You know, I've always wondered how well you can smell with that nose of yours," she said, dipping her toe back into the jar of Nutella and bringing it closer to Tim's face. "Let's see if you can guess what flavor this is."

Tim's eyes watered as he took in a whiff, the rich scent of hazelnut and chocolate filling his nostrils. He knew it was a trap, but the challenge in Becky's voice was too tempting to resist. "It's... it's Nutella," he murmured around her toe.

"Very good," Becky cooed, her voice sickly sweet. "But can you tell me what's extra special about this one?"

Tim's nose twitched as he caught a faint whiff of something underlying the familiar aroma. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was definitely there. "Is there... peanut butter in it?" he ventured.

Becky's smile widened. "Bingo," she said, her eyes gleaming. "Now, for being such a good boy, you get a special treat." She removed her toe from his mouth and held it under his nose, smearing the concoction along his cheeks and forehead. The girls around them squealed with laughter, their giggles piercing the air like the sharp stings of a thousand bees.

Jack's plight was equally unpleasant. His body was a canvas for their tickling torment, the feather lightly dancing across his stomach and armpits while his feet were mercilessly tickled. His muffled protests grew louder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he squirmed and writhed under their touch. The sight of his best friend's suffering was almost too much to bear, but Tim's own predicament kept him from speaking out. Jack screamed again as someones finger nails raked his soles and at that moment a sweaty stinky balled up trainer sock was shiepved into his mouth.

The girls took turns, each one more ruthless than the last. They whispered to each other, sharing tips and secrets, their eyes alight with the thrill of the game. The sun beat down on Tim's back as Becky's friends took turns tickling him, their laughter growing more and more cruel with each giggle they elicited from him. His breaths came in quick gasps, his eyes watering uncontrollably. He tried to focus on the sounds of the party around him—the music, the splashing of water, the occasional distant shout—anything to distract him from the relentless tickling. Then to his horror, a blonde girl named Samantha appeared brandishing a sharpie pen.

"Let's give him some party decorations," she said with a wicked glint in her eye.

Tim felt the cold ink of the marker on his forehead, the smell of permanent ink filling his nose. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, bracing for what was to come. The tip of the marker traced a line down the bridge of his nose, and he couldn't help but flinch as it touched the sensitive skin. The girls giggled maniacally, their tickling growing more intense.

Samantha began to write on his forehead, the ink gliding smoothly over his skin. He could feel the letters forming, but he had no idea what she was writing. He squirmed and wriggled, trying to shake her off, but the ropes held him tight. The pressure of the marker grew more intense as she moved down to his cheeks, drawing some sort of pattern around his eyes and down to his chin.

The girls giggled, whispering among themselves as they examined their handiwork. Becky leaned in, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Looks like you're going to have quite the story to tell tomorrow," she said, her voice filled with a hint of spite. "Or maybe we'll just tell everyone for you."

Tim's heart sank. The thought of the entire school knowing about this was unbearable. He could already see the headline in the school paper: "Local Perverts Get a Taste of Their Own Medicine." His cheeks burned with embarrassment, the chocolate smearing into a messy streak as he turned to look at Jack.

Samantha began to erite on the soles of his feet. “I’m a dirty peeping Tom. Please tickle my bare feet.”

The words etched into his skin felt like hot embers, burning with each stroke of the marker. The humiliation was complete as Becky leaned in to inspect Samantha's handiwork, her giggles growing louder. The other girls leaned in too, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

Amando wrote over his tummy and chest.

The girls stepped back to admire their handiwork, their laughter filling the air as they took photos on their phones, capturing Tim and Jack's humiliation for all eternity. Tim's mind raced with the implications of this moment. How would they ever live this down? Would they be labeled as perverts? Would everyone see the photos? He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, panicked bursts.

But Becky had one more trick up her sleeve. "Alright, girls," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "Let's make sure our little spies don't go anywhere." She gestured to a nearby pile of tent pegs, and Tim's stomach lurched. He had seen enough camping trips with his dad to know what those were for.

The girls squealed and dashed over to the pile, grabbing handfuls of the sharp metal pegs. With surprising speed and coordination, they untied Tim's and Jack's bodies from their current predicament, retying their wrists and ankles to the stakes in the ground, spreading them out in a cruel X-shaped formation. The cold metal pressed into their skin, sending a shiver down Tim's spine. He tried to struggle, but the ropes held firm, and the grass beneath him was slick with water and sweat, giving him no traction.

Becky took charge, her earlier amusement turning into a fiery determination. "Hold him still," she instructed, and Tim felt his shoulders being pinned down by a pair of strong hands as Becky straddled his chest. She stared him in the face. “What’s it worth , me givung you the alco rub tomgetbthevsharpie off, and not postingbthe pics in istagram?”

Tim’s mind raced as the reality of the situation set in. He had no idea what they had in store for them next, but he knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. He gritted his teeth and managed to get out a garbled, "W-what do you want?"

Becky leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I think we'll just leave you like this for a while," she said, her breath warm against his face. "Let you think about the consequences of your little spying adventure."

Tim felt the cold metal of the tent pegs dig into his skin as he was stretched out, his body taut as a bowstring. The girls took turns tickling the helpless boys on the soles of theit feet, under arms, ribs, bellybuttons, and experimenting to find their most vulnerable spots. The sun beat down on them, making them feel like a bug pinned to a board. Jack tried to look around, but his neck was too stiff from the tickling and his glasses had been knocked askew.

“You know what?” Said Becky sneering. “There’s nine of us, We have eighteen feet, one hundred and eighty toes. You have two tongues between you. Its two,hours before my mum gets home. You do the maths.”

The girls took turns placing their feet in Tim’s and Jack’s faces, demanding that they clean off the dirt and grass stains. Tim’s tongue was sore, but he had no choice but to obediently lick the mess from Becky's toes as she giggled above him. The taste of chocolate remained from earlier but the sweat was overpowering, making him gag, but he knew the alternative was worse. Meanwhile, Jack's feet were being tickled by the two brunettes, their nails digging in just enough to keep him squirming and laughing, as Katherine rubbed her sweaty grass stained bare feet on his face.

[guardian741]

Excellent story!
Love to see the F/M domination, and this one was pretty fun! Love seeing the girls pit the guys in their place, especially with their feet! Keep up the great work!

[milagros317]

Wonderful story! Too bad her mother was due home the same day.

[Snozzberry]

Wow, the girls have 2 automatic toe and feet washers.

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