The New Driver (Patreon)

Roland never thought he what he would be through when he accepted the job as a driver to Mr. Yale, the town's richest guy who lived in a huge and contrasting mansion in comparison of the other houses at town. Some kids calls it the "Laughing Mansion" because sometimes they get the impression of hearing historical rough men laughing coming from there.

Roland is a huge 42 year old ex-trucker driver who lost his job after getting in a drunk bar fight with his former boss and has to make money both for paying his rent and for paying the pension to his ex-wife and son. He was the first to come to the interview for the driver job, and strangely, the only one.

The thing is: Mr. Yale, a tiny skinny old man on his late 70s, has a eccentric need: he enjoys big male feet, specially tormenting them with tickling, bastinado and really hard toe biting for a fragile man like he appears to be. He said that he would pay a huge amount of money sufficient for Roland to buy a house for him, his ex-wife and give a comfortable life to his kid, but he has not only to drive him around and to nearby towns but also to be his tickle slave.

The big ex-drive trembled. He remembers getting tickled all the time by his brothers when he was a kid (he was the big dumb fat one of his family, with feet to big for his own good, ticklish and easy to target). He said he wasn't sure because he's to ticklish, which made Mr. Yale's eyes shine in a sinister light. The rich man rose from his chair, went to a corner of the big room they were and came back bringing a weird narrow table with two holes and cuffs on each side.

"Let's check if you're fit for the job. Take of your clothes. Every time I need you as tickle slave, your uniform is the one you were born with, understand? And your name, during my entertainment time, is Feet. Understand, Feet?"

First Roland was outraged but something clicked on his head, maybe because of the commanding way Mr. Yale was talking to him, that made him comply with the excuse of "Ok, I can try". He took of his clothes and his feet were placed and locked on the holes on the table and his hands tied on the sides. He felt a little weird to have to spread like that with his lower parts exposed, he wasn't used to it.

As expected, Roland's feet were huge, size 13s, wide and beefy feet like a bear's. A little rough on the sides but well trimmed nails. Healthy big rustic man feet. And ticklish! Feather ticklish! Any little touch of a feather, fingertip or tongue made him struggle, squirm and burst in a deep voiced loud laugh. But the worst part was when Mr. Yale started to bite the big bear's toes saying "It's dinner time". Roland screamed in pain, begging to stop. The old man had pretty strong jaws for his age and physical appearance, it felt almost like his toes were to be chopped of sometimes.

Now it has been months since Roland started to work as Mr. Yale's driver, and as the tickle slave called Feet. Mr. Yale needed a driver who would also be a tickle slave because he likes to frequent underground BDSM and tickling clubs on nearby towns and he knew how rare is to find a huge ticklish man like Roland and every tickler he knew would comment they would love to have a big ursine slave. Everyday Roland has to drive to these clubs with his tormentor on the backseat and become "Feet" when he arrives in there.

Roland claims to hate it, that he's doing only for his family but the fact is, in the end of the day, when he's laying on bed, he start to wiggle and scrunch his toes, eager for the next day's tickle torment.