The Cast Party



A dejected Jeff peered out of his apartment window at the steady rain which was drenching the city. "Another rainy Saturday," he thought, and threw down his tennis racket in disgust. He had been studying hard all week looking forward to playing a little tennis as a break from his books. Jeff tramped over to the couch and plopped down, a scowl present on his handsome face as he watched cartoons.

Scott, Jeff's roommate, watched this tantrum out of the comer of his eye. Scott, a med student, was getting a little fed up with Jeff's childish actions. If things didn't fall perfectly in place for the hot headed engineering student, Jeff would pout and sulk; or even worse, get violent and start breaking things. Overall Scott really liked Jeff. The two had been buddies for a while, but deep down inside, Scott thought that this guy needed a lesson in good manners. A lesson that Scott felt that he was well qualified to "teach."

"What are you gonna' do today, Dr. Scotty?" Jeff asked as he lay sprawled out on the couch, one leg draped over the back, waving his big white socked foot up and down.

"I'm headed for the lab in a little while," answered Scott. "I have to work on setting broken bones - you know, making casts and all that shit."

But Jeff had already lost interest in the conversation and his attention was focused on Pee-Wee's Playhouse blaring out from the TV.

The two roommates continued to be absorbed in their respective endeavors for about another half hour when Scott slammed shut the book he was, reading. He stretched out and walked over to the couch, sitting on the back since Jeff took up all the cushioned space. Jeff finally noticed Scott's presence and lifted his dangling leg. He stuck his socked foot in Scott's face and said "Trick or treat, smell my feet..." as he wiggled his warm toes against Scott's nose. Scott grabbed the offending foot and quickly gave it a few strokes with his finger. Jeff yelped and pulled away, a few giggles escaping under his breath. Scott broke off the attack and did no more. Jeff quickly forgot the incident. However, a seed had been planted in Scott's mind - one that he was not likely to forget.

"Jeff, you forgot to do the dishes again. There's a huge pile in the sink." Oh, I'll get those done later. Shh! Here comes Pee-Wee. Ha Ha Ha HAHAhaha! That guy's hilarious. I love a good laugh." Scott smiled wryly to himself He was glad that Jeff liked to laugh. Scott glanced around the apartment and noticed that the place was a mess - mostly because Jeff's clothes were strewn all over the place. Jeff didn't look like a slob. In fact, just the opposite was true. He was really a good looking guy with wavy, longish brown hair, chiseled features and a smooth body that showed he was quite a jock. Still, Scott had discovered that beneath the gorgeous exterior, Jeff had some definite flaws. Yes, the plan that was developing in his mind would be most appropriate. After Pee-Wee was over, Scott spoke, "Hey Jeff, since you can't play tennis today, how about doing me a huge favor?".


"I'll do the dishes for you."


"Great. Put your shoes on and let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"To the lab."

Once the two young studs were at the lab, Scott explained what he needed Jeff for. "I really need practice making casts, and I need a live victim. You get to be the lucky boy. You can even take a nap if you like. Just strip down to your jockey shorts and lie on this table."

The idea of no work appealed to Jeff who quickly complied. Immediately Scott went to work and mixed up the goop that would harden into a cast. He made certain to add enough powder so that the cast would be a lot stronger and heavier than usual. Too heavy to lift, in fact. Yes, there was method in his madness.

Scott worked steadily away on Jeff until the jock was encased in the body cast with nothing visible except his big pink feet and head. The plaster hardened quickly and Jeff found himself unable to move anything but his sweet little toes. He started to sweat a little as he realized how helpless he was.

"OK, break me out of this shit, Scott."

"Well Jeff, now that I have your undivided attention, I think we need to have a little talk"

"Not now, fuck-head. I said let me out of here."

"Now now, Jeff, you are in no position to demand things," said Scott with a sadistic little grin. "We need to change your attitude about a lot of things, roomie, and today is the day to do it. First, we'll have an anatomy lesson. Did you know that there are 26 bones in each foot? Let me point them out to you."

"NO! Leave my feet alone, Scott! No! What are you going to do? Don't touch me. C'mon...

Jeff looked stricken as a smiling Scott approached his helpless bare feet with one index finger extended. Jeff twisted his feet and curled his toes as the finger got closer and closer. He was whimpering and mumbling under his breath. Scott stopped within a hair's breath of touching Jeff s foot. "You know, Jeff," Scott said with his finger poised for action, "We've been friends for a long time. What I'm about to do will hurt me more than it does you, but it's for your own good. You'll thank me for it some day--when you regain your sanity."

"No.. No! Ple..."

Scott finally let his finger make contact with the waiting foot. He lightly touched the arch, high and smooth. Jeff let out a gasp and spasmed involuntarily.

"There, there, buddy, doesn't that feel nice," snickered Scott as his solitary finger explored Jeff's voluptuously tender foot. The stroking was light and produced a lot of squirming and a few giggles, but nothing too heavy - well, not right now; that would come later.

Scott brought a few more fingers into play and began stroking the other foot as well. Totally immobilized, Jeff kept whimpering and giggling as he squirmed as much as he could in the tight confines of the cast. He had never felt so helpless - so totally at the mercy of someone else. Jeff was the kind of guy who would pin someone down and tickle him to death without a second thought. He always had to be on top in a fight or a wrestling match.

Scott was really going at it now. He pulled Jeff's wildly thrashing toes back and attacked his taught and defenseless soles with a vengeance. What with his toes stretched back, the only thing Jeff could move was his head, which he violently thrashed back and forth. He thought he would go mad from the sheer feelings emanating from his incredibly sensitive bare feet. Never had he imagined a torture so exciting. To be trapped inside this cast--immobile--while Scott tickled his helplessly exposed feet was driving Jeff over the edge. So intolerable was his anguish that he would have done anything to stop being tickled.

Finally, Scott's fingers began to get tired. He stopped tickling Jeff and allowed him to catch his breath. Scott chuckled at the expression on Jeff s face. The usual cocky smirk was gone. He was red-faced with tears in his eyes. His hair was disheveled and one lock hung down over his right eye. He looked gorgeous.

"OK, Scott, you got me, you bastard! Now get me outta' here before I go nuts."

"Why Jeff, aren't you enjoying yourself? You don't have to do any work and I know you love a good laugh. We've got all afternoon to play.

"NO! C'mon, you gotta' let me go. I have to take a piss. I can't stand this. C'mon, buddy, I promise I'll keep the apartment in better shape."

"Hmm. I'm not sure I can trust you, but maybe this will insure that you remain a good little boy."

Scott produced a stiff red feather and held it up for Jeff to see. He stroked Jeff's face with the quill and said "Can you imagine how this is going to feel on your ticklish bare feet..."

Jeff closed his eyes. He couldn't bear the thought of having his feet tickled with a feather. Scott walked back down to those helpless and inviting feet. They seemed to be just begging to be ravished. He ran the feather all over the smooth sole and Jeff went ballistic. Scott slowly pulled the feather between Jeff s toes, fiendishly twisting it as he went along, cruelly tickling the secret and sensitive flesh reposing there. Jeff s voice became high pitched at this assault as he begged for mercy. "HAHA...HAHA...HA HA HA HA HA! AIEEE, N-NOOO! ... HAHA HA HA HA HHAAH! S-STOP! ... HEE HEE HEE HA HA HM HEHEHEHEE! OhMyGod, I can't take anymore. HARAHA, Please stop! I'll do HAHA anything. Oh God, please stop tickling me, HA HA HA HA HA! "

Finally Scott decided that his poor roommate had had enough. He cut off the cast and helped the shaking and exhausted Jeff to his feet which were truly tickled pink and still tingling from the ordeal. Scott noticed that the area between Jeff's legs seemed to grow - but that's another story ...


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