Bolero's Ticklish Torment

 

The clopfic is based on this Bolero footjob pic

 

“C’mon,” Shining Armor whined adorably into the ear of his lover as he was pushed onto the bed. Already he could feel Prince Bolero’s pink fingers slide down his inner thigh with a teasingly light touch. The sort of touch that had gotten far too much experience in how to touch his husband’s body in all the right, or wrong, places. Bolero was already giggling with delightful joy at Shining’s tone. With lips that were far too eager to tease the pink coated prince kissed the nape of Shining’s neck. The white stallion was slightly damp, as he had just stepped out of the shower before being attacked by his husband.

 

“C’mon yourself,” Bolero giggled in return. “Let me have a bit of fun.”

 

Bolero was already on top of Shining and pressed between his legs now that the white stallion was laying on his back on their large bed. His fingers had stopped just at Shining’s ankle and were gripping tightly. Just a few inches lower were his husband’s lovely feet. For a stallion, and a royal guard at that, they were exceptionally soft and tender. Shining was entirely naked, while Bolero had a bit of cloth in the form of underwear to hide his already tenting erection. Even the idea of touching Shining Armor’s feet sent him wild. Very gently he grazed the tips of his fingers from Shining Armor’s heel all the way up to the tips of his pudgy white toes.

 

“Mmmhmhm,” Shining whined at the tiniest of touches and bit his lip visibly. This excited Bolero even more and made him trace his fingers back to the arch of his husband’s foot and gently dance his fingertips.

 

“Ahahahaha!” Shining cried out before kicking his leg away just before Bolero could catch him by the ankle.

 

“You’re so squirmy,” Bolero whined and pressed his hands to either of Shining Armor’s thighs. “Can’t you just sit still and let me tickle your preciously soft feet, Shining?”

 

Bolero made positive to say it in his ‘teasing tone.’ It was the sort of tone that without a doubt always made his husband’s white cheeks turn pink with blush. It worked this time, and Bolero smiled as Shining turned his head.

 

“It is my Birthday, after all,” Bolero added. His tone sounded like he was singing.

 

“It’s not your birthday for another hour, dear,” Shining Armor sighed. “And don’t you dare give me those puppy dog eyes over me not allowing you to torture me.”

 

Bolero giggled and climbed up his husband’s body so he could rest his slightly smaller frame against Shining’s muscled one. He kissed Shining, and Shining kissed back. Already he could feel Shining’s hand move down his body to his tenting underpants and grope.

 

“So hard over tickling my feet, huh?” Shining asked with a sigh. “You’re pathetic sometimes, Bolero.”

 

“Not as pathetic as you are pathetically ticklish for a big strong man,” Bolero said back. Shining rolled his eyes. Bolero returned the favor by running his own hand down and squeezing at Shining Armor’s half hard shaft. “Besides, I’m not the only one who enjoys it.”

 

“Yeah, yeah,” Shining said with a giggle. He kissed Bolero on the nose and ran his fingers up and then down into his underpants. Bolero gasped lightly as he felt fingers squeeze his shaft. “I already told you I have a surprise for you tomorrow. Do you really want to waste all your energy tormenting me?”

 

“When DON’T I want to do that, silly?” Bolero replied.

 

Shining Armor rolled his eyes.

 

“For a prince of love,” Shining Armor said before lightly running his hand up and down Bolero’s hardened shaft. Bolero bit his lip in response and bit back a gasp. “You are the most ruthless stallion I know.”

 

“P-Perhaps,” Bolero said. He allowed Shining Armor to climb on top of him and pull down his underwear. “But… Ngnh… You do enjoy it.”

 

As Shining Armor became focused on pleasuring his husband’s cock, Bolero felt that devious little light in him spark up once more. Once it was in his grasp he couldn’t hold back the urge. He smirked.

 

“Darling,” Bolero said. He gave a wink to Shining Armor. “Get on your hands and knees for me. I want to give you a little surprise from behind.”

 

Shining Armor chuckled.

 

“Alright, Dear,” He said.

 

He did as he was told, naive enough. He got onto his hands and knees and faced away from Bolero to show off his behind. As quiet as a mouth Bolero used his magic to summon a toothbrush. He touched Shining Armor’s bottom lightly, and then without warning grabbed him by both his ankles and began to scrub at them with the toothbrush. It glided over Shining Armor’s sensitive feet with ease, brushing the mosr sensitive areas that Bolero knew existed. He had had hours upon hours of experience in tormenting his husband’s ticklish feet, so he knew exactly where to touch to make the stallion scream.

 

“B-BAHAHAHAA!” Shining Armor cried out. The poor royal guard captain brought to such a defenseless position in seconds all thanks to his soft, girly feet. He could hardly fight back when tickled, which meant Bolero could keep this up as long as his grip lasted. After a few seconds of what he would hardly call a fight he was sitting on his husband’s legs with those beautiful white feet between his legs.

 

“Y-You’re evil!” Shining Armor whined.

 

“Not as evil as I’ll be in a second,” Bolero said. He tapped the toothbrush to Shining’s feet. “Now… Toes, or arches? Where do we start?”

 

“P-Please!” Shining whined. “Honey, we can talk about this!”

 

“Toes it is,” Bolero said before he went to work and pulled back Shining Armor’s toes. He put the brush under them so he could scrub there, as he knew it was most sensitive. “Because somebody’s whiny and we need to start at the worst spot first!”

 

“Nohohohohoooo!” Shining Armor cried out. The first of his many ticklish, yet lustful pleas that night.

 

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It was morning when Bolero felt lips press against his own. Instinctively he lifted his arms and wrapped them around the back of Shining Armor’s neck. His husband chuckled as he was pulled into a hug. Sunlight was streaming down through the window and onto the bed where Bolero lay under the covers still entirely naked from the previous night’s fun.

 

“Happy Birthday, Dear,” Shining Armor said in a tone as quiet as a whisper. He stroked his hand through Bolero’s mane to push it out of his eyes. Bolero looked up at his husband from the bed.

 

“Fully dressed?” Bolero asked as he looked up and down Shining Armor’s body. He was dressed in a rather royal looking crimson shirt with gold trim. “You look handsome, but that’s awfully disappointing.”

 

Shining Armor chuckled.

 

“I’m going to handle the royal duties today,” Shining Armor said. “I want you to stay in here… and get ready for your surprise.”

 

“My surprise?” Bolero questioned. That peaked his interest enough to sit up. “Are you finally going to tell me what it is?”

 

Shining Armor gave a sly smirk as he sat down next to Bolero on the bed.

 

“I’ve invited somepony to come here,” Shining said. “Somepony to show you, my lovely Prince of Love, the time of your life until you just can’t take it anymore.”

 

Bolero was giggling now.

 

“You hired me somebody to play with who wasn’t you?” Bolero asked.

 

“I also laid out a few things in the bathroom for you,” Shining Armor said. He was smirking now, and Bolero recognized a bit of devious intent in his smile that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. “I’ve been promised you’ll be shown the time of your life, Bolero.”

 

“Why are you smirking?” Bolero asked.

 

“No reason,” Shining Armor said, though his smirk did not fade. There was a glimmer in his eyes that made Bolero nothing but suspicious. He had been Shining Armor’s husband long enough to know when he saw devious intent lurking behind his blue eyes. “You’ll see… He should be here soon. He arrived this morning, if I’m not mistaken.”

 

Shining Armor rose from the bed and leaned down to give Bolero one last kiss. When he pulled away he had managed to wipe that cocky look from his face.

 

“He’ll be here soon,” Shining Armor said. “I suggest you go get ready.”

 

Bolero managed not to giggle until Shining Armor had fully exited the room. Truth be told his chest was bubbling with glee over the many ideas that were running through his head over just the sort of fun he was to have for the rest of the day. He slipped out of the bed and set his bare feet on the marble flooring. He walked toward the personal bathroom the two of them had in their quarters and already caught a glimpse of the outfit he was meant to wear.

 

“Shining Armor you naughty stallion,” Bolero mumbled under his breath.

 

All hanging together Bolero saw the outfit of choice Shining Armor had requested of him. The most striking of the bunch were the pair of thigh-high pink and blue stockings. He approached slowly and picked them up, only to see a collection of hearts covering what appeared to be a speedo of sorts. Both of the articles of clothing were blanketed in a large apron with white and pink lace.

 

“So,” Bolero spoke aloud to himself. “He wants me to look a little girly for this mystery stallion.”

 

Bolero smiled. Though it was true his title was ‘Prince of Love’ it was rare for him to dress so provocatively or feminine. The idea of slipping in to these clothes, however, still excited him a bit.

 

“Fine,” Bolero continued to himself. “If he wants me to look girly I might as well go all out… Now where did I put all those things?”

 

With those words Bolero set to work scrounging about the bathroom. It only took him a few minutes to find the tools he was looking for. A blue lipstick, and two colors of nailpolish. He sat at the edge of the bathtub and propped up one of his feet and began to paint at his toenails. He worked first with the purple, and then the hot pink alternating every other toe. He painted small hearts on each toenail until each of his feet were presentable. Then, he applied the blue lipstick as carefully as he could. He giggled when he saw himself in the mirror and stared down at his feet.

 

He put on the speedo and apron first, allowing time for his nail polish to dry, and did a quick spin in the mirror to see how he looked. He was awfully revealing, which he supposed was the point. He was starting to look a little bit like mares he had only seen naughty photographs. Though he wasn’t used to such a feminine look he had to admit he was having fun. He grabbed for the socks and slipped them on as soon as his nails were dry. They were tight and outlined all the features of his feet. He stood on his toes and giggled at the look of himself.

 

It seemed almost perfect timing that the moment he felt finished dressing up he heard a knock on his door. Instinctively his heart began to pound as he exited the bathroom. He walked on the tips of his toes. He paused, wondering for a moment if this was simply a royal guard or… perhaps it was this mystery man Shining Armor spoke about.

 

“W-Who is it?” Bolero asked. He blushed upon realizing he had stuttered.

 

There was a few moments silence, and then a rough, masculine voice on the other side of the door.

 

“A gift for Prince Bolero.”

 

Bolero frowned, though only because the tone of the voice sounded awfully familiar. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

 

“Come in,” He said just as he sat at the edge of the bed which was right in front of the door. He took a moment deciding if he should cross his legs or leave them side by side. He decided on crossing them, as it revealed his legs and thighs more.

 

The door cracked open, and the first thing Bolero saw made his tender heart skip a beat. A dark black coat and a long flowing hairstyle to match. Bolero’s eyes widened in surprise.

 

“Sombra?” He asked.

 

Yes, it was true. King Sombra was standing in front of him in his full kingly glory. The dark king had a wicked look in his green and red eyes that was difficult to decipher. The sight of him made Bolero squirm in place, yet under all that uneasiness was a hint of excitement that was difficult to pinpoint the source.

 

“My my,” Sombra said as he shut the door behind him. “Shining Armor told me you were going to dress provocatively, but I didn’t expect the adorable Prince of Love to dress so… sluttily.”

 

His words were harsh yet lustful in a way that made Bolero’s heart skip. He leaned back on the bed, suddenly afraid to uncross his legs. So many ideas were running through his head and already he was becoming excited. He cast his eyes away.

 

“Y-You’re my gift?” Bolero questioned.

 

“Yes,” Sombra almost seemed to purr as he approached. Within moments he was only a foot in front of Bolero. His presence was overwhelming and made Bolero’s heart beat even faster. “Do you not want me as your gift?”

 

“I… I didn’t say that,” Bolero mumbled sheepishly. His face felt warm now. Why was he already so flustered?

 

“Shining Armor told me so many stories of how you’ve been a very naughty prince,” King Sombra said. He leaned down now so he was looking Bolero in the eye. His breath was hot as it hit Bolero’s face. He outstretched his hand and pinched at the prince’s chin. “You torment your lover in bed with such glee, do you not? You tickle his big, soft feet and you enjoy every moment of his torment.”

 

Bolero swallowed a lump in his throat. The speedo covering his crotch was beginning to feel tight.

 

“He wanted me to show you a taste of your own medicine,” Sombra said. “How could I resist tormenting such a beautifully dressed prince? He said I could be as ruthless as I wanted with you… well, within reason that is.”

 

Sombra smirked and chuckled in a deep, almost evil sort of way.

 

“Look at me, little Bolero,” Sombra said.

 

Bolero couldn’t help but obey Sombra’s command. He looked up sheepishly.

 

“I didn’t expect you to look so erotic just for me,” Sombra said.

 

Without another word Sombra leaned in and kissed Bolero. It was unexpected, but certainly not unwanted. He whimpered as he instinctively pulled back but Sombra was leaning onto him. In a moment Bolero was on his back on the bed and Sombra was on top of him kissing him. When he pulled away Bolero was very, very aware that his hardened crotch was pressing against Sombra’s own.

 

“Tell me,” Sombra said. His hands were tracing down Bolero’s side and entirely ignored his crotch in order to run down his thigh. He was moving slowly now, his fingers trailing down the stocking all the way to the ankle of the prince. “Do you have feet just as pathetically ticklish as that husband of yours?”

 

Bolero found himself at a loss for words as Sombra’s fingers found the soles of his feet. Even though they were protected by a thin layer of stocking the way they touched so tenderly, almost lustfully, to his soles made him feel uneasy. Slowly and without a good reason why he nodded his head.

 

“Y-Yes,” Bolero responded. “But… I-I’m not tickled very often.”

 

“Well that’s not fair at all, now is it?” Sombra questioned.

 

Sombra began to move his entire body down until he was off the bed. He was suddenly on his knees at Bolero’s feet. Just as the prince sat up he saw Sombra was cradling his left foot in both hands. He pressed his face into the curve of his sole and kissed gently before looking up with thost hungrily lustful eyes. He stroked very lightly from the heel all the way to the toes. Bolero instinctively scrunched his foot. Even though the position the king was in should have been a submissive one Bolero felt he was at a loss of control. Even having his foot stroked made goosebumps run along every inch of his body.

 

“I want to see these big feet of yours,” Sombra said. “I can’t have much fun with them covered in stockings like this, can I?”

 

Bolero swallowed a lump in his throat.

 

“No, you can’t,” Bolero responded.

 

Sombra chuckled as he ran his fingers up Bolero’s inner thigh dangerously close to his tenting heart-patterned speedo. He pulled down both of Bolero’s stockings at once as they revealed his bare legs and eventually his feet. The stockings clung to his toes for a moment but were soon freed to reveal the nail polish. Sombra touched the bottom of one of Bolero’s feet and Bolero bit his lip.

 

“Mmm,” Bolero whined.

 

“That little and you’re reacting?” Sombra questioned. He looked up. He looked demented. “My my this will be exciting for me.”

 

Sombra stood up and was suddenly towering over Bolero. Though only his legs and feet were technically bare the prince felt more exposed than ever. He scrunched his feet and sheepishly looked away. Sombra crossed his arms and looked down at Bolero with a stern look.

 

“On your belly,” He ordered. “Show me your feet, Prince.”

 

“O-Okay,” Bolero said.

 

Bolero did as he was told and laid on his belly. He tried to put his feet side by side so Sombra could see. Sombra climbed onto the bed and from over his shoulder Bolero saw him reach into something beside the bed. Bolero hadn’t noticed it before, considering he had been so distracted by Sombra’s presence alone, but the king had brought a small bag with him. Sombra pulled out a long strand of velvet colored rope and began to work at binding both of Bolero’s feet together. His knot was excellent, and Bolero was suddenly unsure if he would ever be freed of the rope without the help of a knife.

 

“Now,” Sombra said. “I’m sure your beautiful feet are already pathetically ticklish as they are.”

 

Bolero blushed at that comment.

 

“But I’m sure they can be a bit more sensitive.”

 

From his bag Sombra pulled out a large vial of what looked to be baby oil. It was something Bolero had used on Shining Armor’s feet countless times. Sombra grabbed at his ankles and opened the bottle. He forced the prince’s feet into his lap with the soles facing upward and began to pour out globs of the liquid.

 

“A-Ah,” Bolero gasped as the cool liquid touched his sensitive soles.

 

Sombra began to work in the oil slowly. His fingers were strong yet surprisingly tender as they massaged each and every area of his princely feet. He worked at the toes first, squeezing each one and making sure the oil touched every area. Then he went over the balls and arches. Bolero had to bite his lip to resist giggling as fingers pinched and drug over the sensitive part. When his heels were finally done his feet felt slightly damp. He swore he could feel a faint lump just on the tops of his feet where they rested on Sombra’s lap. He was arousing the king already.

 

“Such beautiful feet,” Sombra commented as he ran his fingers down the toes. “It’s a shame I’m going to torture them.”

 

Bolero’s heart sped up.

 

Sombra reached into his bag again. He pulled out a single white feather that was almost comically large. It was half the size of his forearm in length. It looked soft and delicate, as if it were made with the sole intent of tickling.

 

“Let’s see,” Sombra said. “Where are you sensitive?”

 

The feather started at Bolero’s heels first.

 

“Mmhm…” Bolero bit his lip and covered his mouth with both hands as the light bristles began to gently and tormentingly run back and forth between his two heels. The tip of the feather drug like a tickling tongue without rest. The bristles danced slightly lower closer to his arches where he was far more ticklish and threatened to pull giggles from him.

 

“The toes?” Sombra questioned.

 

“N-Nohoho!” Bolero cried out even before the feather had touched. But it was too late. Sombra was already going to work at sawing at the undersides of each and every one of Bolero’s large, pudgy toes. They wiggled sporadically almost against his will as the feather’s soft bristles danced on the sensitive pink skin. Even covering his mouth Bolero could not mask his helpless, feminine giggles from escaping. He whined. The only thing keeping his feet in the torture of Sombra’s grasp was the king gripping the rope that bound his ankles tightly.

 

“A-Ahahahahaha!” Bolero cried out when Sombra began a new tactic of dragging the length of the feather in between each of his toes in a sawing motion. His laughter became near unstoppable. He could hardly contain himself from wriggling his toes pathetically. Even as Sombra laughed at his reactions he couldn’t even think to be embarrassed because it was already such pure torture.

 

“Shining told me of all the ways you tortured his big, soft feet,” Sombra said as he drug the feather up past the balls of his feet to the arches. The feather was now lengthwise over both of his feet. He began to saw it back and forth as though he were playing a violin and Bolero’s arches were the strings.

 

“E-EHEHEHEHE!” Bolero squealed.

 

“It took some coaxing but he told me how much you tickled him senseless. How every time he exposed his soft feet to you that you just couldn’t keep your fingers still. Do you feel what he feels right now, Prince? Do you feel that ticklish agony that the two of you love so much?”

 

“Y-Yehehehees!” Bolero cried out.

 

“Good,” Sombra said.

 

Finally the feather stopped. Bolero didn’t realize it but instinctively he had scrunched his feet when the arches had been tickled. He softened them and looked over his shoulder. Sombra was grinning.

 

“Do you want more, little Prince?” Sombra asked.

 

Bolero barely hesited. He nodded his head despite the harsh blush covering his cheeks.

 

Sombra chuckled and reached into his bag once more. He pulled out a bright red collar the same color as the rope and thrust it forward toward Bolero. The prince took it slowly.

 

“Put it on,” Sombra ordered.

 

“Yes, King Sombra,” Bolero said sheepishly. He put on the collar and swallowed a lump in his throat once it was secure. He looked up at the king, who looked more pleased than ever.

 

“Now,” Sombra said. “What else can we do to these feet of yours?”

 

Sombra rested his fingertips on Bolero’s still exposed soles and gently stroked as he rummaged through his bag. Bolero giggled gently, unable to stop it now that the flood gates had been broken. He whimpered gently as he caught sights of all the tormenting tools Sombra had brought with him.

 

“Yes, this one,” Sombra said.

 

Sombra pulled out something that made Bolero’s heart pound harder. It was a large hairbrush. The sort used for extremely thick hair. Each of the bristles were covered in tiny, pink balls to avoid any actual pain. Still, his feet scrunched in response.

 

“No safe words,” Sombra said with a devious grin. “I forgot to mention that.”

 

“W-Waahahahahait!” Bolero started to cry out, but it was too late. The brush was huge enough that even for the prince’s wide feet it covered at least two thirds of both of them. The poor stallion exploded into scream-laughing the moment the bristles touched down to his toes and the balls of his feet and began to violently tickle.

 

“AHAHAHHAHAAAA!” Bolero screamed at the top of his lungs. He would have pulled away his feet in a second if Sombra hadn’t switched his position so he was hugging them and holding them captive under one of his arms. Bolero squealed his girlish cries.

 

“Laugh for me, Prince Bolero,” Sombra said. “Louder! Louder!”

 

The king sounded mad with the power of Bolero’s ticklish feet in his possession. He tickled up and down the entirety of both of his feet. He leaned his head down and kissed at the heels as he tormented the toes. Bolero hardly noticed because the brush tickling was just so intense all he could focus on was his laughter.

 

“HEHEHEHEEEEE!”

 

It seemed to drag on for eternity. His ticklish agony by the ruthless King Sombra who did not listen to his pleading or begging. It would not stop until the king had his fill.

 

When it was finally over Bolero was a mess. He felt tear stains on the bed sheets where his head rested from his intense laughter. He was still giggling even as Sombra released his feet and put the brush aside.

 

“Broken already,” Sombra teased as he stepped off the bed. “Too bad. We still have more.”

 

Bolero managed to turn his head in his exhaustion. He saw Sombra slowly strip his clothing. He revealed his cock to Bolero, who couldn’t help but stare at just how hard it was.

 

“You excited me, Little Prince,” Sombra cooed. “Now you’re going to do something about it with those feet of yours.”

 

He saw himself back down on the bed and in a moment unbound the rope that held Bolero’s ankles together. Bolero tried to sit up but Sombra raised his hand.

 

“Stay on your belly,” Sombra commanded. “Lift your feet and put them on either side of my cock. Go on.”

 

Bolero bit his cheek, but followed his orders. He slowly moved his feet and touched either side of Sombra’s cock until it was positioned at the curve of his two feet pressed side by side. He scrunched his toes. It felt awfully warm, and already he could see wetness where pre-cum was leaking down Sombra’s cock onto his feet.

 

“Make. Me. Cum.” Sombra said, pausing after each word to give it effect.

 

“Y-Yes, Sir,” Bolero whispered.

 

Bolero began to move his feet. It was awkward at first given the angle and his own inexperience in such a thing as giving a footjob, but the longer he went on the quicker he got into the rhythm of it all. Sombra grunted occasionally, which was very different from Shining Armor’s own bedroom sounds of quiet moaning. He put his hand on either of Bolero’s feet and guided them up and down in a stroking manner.

 

Bolero’s face felt hot. Burning, actually. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been in such a submissive position. He could think of many times he had put Shining Armor in the same position and enjoyed the sight of his husband so much. Still, his cock felt hard in the speedos that were given to him. He had to admit how much he enjoyed this. How he… adored it, in a way.

 

“Mmm,” Sombra said. “This is getting a bit boring for my taste. Let’s make it more interesting.”

 

With that Sombra reached again into his bag. He pulled out a makeup brush and waved it. Bolero’s eyes widened.

 

“Until I cum,” Sombra said. “I’m going to tickle your feet with this.”

 

“H-Hold on,” Bolero started.

 

Again, Sombra did not wait for Bolero’s pleas. He had already begun dancing the makeup brush along Bolero’s left arch.

 

“E-EHEHEHEE!” Bolero cried out. His toes began frantically wiggling again as the ticklish hell resumed. “A-Ahahaha pleheheheeese!”

 

“Keeping your feet so still isn’t making me cum any faster!” Sombra said.

 

He was evil. Pure evil.

 

Bolero did as he was told. He began to move his feet again despite the hell they received in the ticklish torment from the makeup brush. The bristles stroked along his soles almost taunting him by how soft his feet were. They forced him to scream when they ran over sensitive areas. It was difficult to move at the same pace as before, which only meant this torment would go on longer.

 

“Ehehehehee!” Bolero whimpered helplessly as he tried his best to continue his footjob to Sombra. He had given up on begging, as he understood now that it only seemed to fuel Sombra’s desire to torment him. Instead, he focused all of his energy not committed to ticklish suffering in moving his feet.

 

Sombra grunted again after what felt like hours of unrelenting tickle hell. The brush was now gliding along the underside of his toes. Bolero was red in the face from so much laughter but he kept moving.

 

“Ahhhh!” Sombra finally cried out.

 

The tickling finally stopped. Bolero thought that perhaps Sombra was about to cum, and his delightful torment would come to a close, but instead Sombra set aside the tool and grabbed both of Bolero’s feet. He began to thrust his hips forward, and stole control away from Bolero. The king now controlled the speed of the footjob. He thrust his cock near violently in and out of the area between Bolero’s feet. His soles were slick with baby oil and easy to glide against, which made it a perfect lubricant for Sombra’s kingly cock.

 

Sombra was grunting violently again. His breath came out ragged and near angry sounding.

 

“You like your feet being fucked, don’t you?” Sombra grunted.

 

“Y-Yes!” Bolero cried out without thinking. His face felt burning as he realized he was speaking the truth. He adored this. There was part of him that still wished to be tickled and pushed to his limit all while this was going on.

 

“That’s right,” Sombra groaned. “My little princely slut. Your feet are mine and I’m going to cum all over them.”

 

“Mmm!” Bolero whined. He bit his lip as Sombra’s thrusting picked up speed.

 

“Say you want it!” Sombra said in a tone that was quite close to barking. “Say you want me to cum all over your adorably soft feet!”

 

“I-I… I want you to cum on my feet!” Bolero said.

 

“Louder!” Sombra demanded.

 

“I WANT YOU TO CUM ON MY FEET!” Bolero shouted at the top of his lungs. Embarrassment flooded through him just as Sombra half-moaned half grunted. In a moment hot, white, and sticky seed burst from his cock and coated Bolero’s feet in full. It ran down Sombra’s cock and over Bolero’s feet. It ran over and in between his toes. There was so much of it that Bolero was shocked Sombra could hav e it all inside of him until a moment ago.

 

It wasn’t over yet, as Sombra got onto his knees and took Bolero’s feet into both of his hands. Despite the fact that he had already came and Bolero’s cum covered feet were proof he began to thrust his cock between the soles. Bolero lay on his belly with his knees bent and Sombra behind him pushing in and out his hard cock.

 

“Mmmmm,” The noise escaped Bolero before he could help it. The way the cum dripped between his toes and dribbled down his feet felt so alien yet so delightful in a naughty way. He felt Sombra’s fingers travel up the edges of his feet to tickle lightly as he continued to thrust slowly. He seemed to do it only for the sake of showing dominance.

 

“Did you enjoy putting a use to those big ticklish feet of yours?” Sombra questioned.

 

“Yes, King Sombra,” Bolero said. He looked over his shoulder to see Sombra’s cock between his feet. The sight made him blush harder.

 

Finally Sombra pulled away his cock and rested on his behind. Bolero was allowed to lower his feet. He scrunched his cum-covered toes and bit into his cheek.

 

“Adequate,” Sombra mumbled.

 

Bolero could feel his whole body tremble with the memories of bristles and brushes on his feet. It had been so intense the skin on his soles was still tingling. He could almost still feel the tickling bristles over his toes.

 

“Now, what next?” Sombra mumbled. He was rifling through his bag again.

 

“Huh?” Bolero questioned as he cocked his head up and stared at the king. “B-But you came…”

 

“Did you think we were done?” Sombra questioned. “It’s barely been an hour. I’ve been told to make you suffer the entire day. Now, are you going to give me your feet again or not.”

 

Bolero’s eyes widened. Despite his pounding heart he had to admit his crotch felt awfully tight around the speedo. He nodded his head slowly and rolled onto his back to present his feet to Sombra once more.

 

“What’s next, King Sombra?” Bolero asked.