bigmac_nv
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Bound and helpless at the tickling hands of new gay neighbor
I'm Marty, 6, 220 pds, avg 45 year old married white male, beautiful wife, three great girls, high paying tech job and a tickle slave to my sadistic gay neighbor Lou.
It started a little over a year ago, the vacant house next door finally sold after sitting for almost 18 months. We were happy that we would be getting a new neighbor who seemed like a nice enough guy, divorced, no kids and owner of a few new spas that had opened up in the city. He sported a military type crew cut, a diamond earing and a few tattoos on his arms and chest not muscular but obviously a strong guy.. We had him over by the pool for burgers and beer the first weekend to get to know him, etc. My wife mentioned to him that there were several eligible women in the neighborhood, which he smiled at and said, that's good to know. He had been divorced for over 15 years, and at age 47, he had no plans to remarry. I liked him and we agreed to play some golf the following weekend. For the next few weeks, Lou and I played golf, sat out by pool and enjoyed our company. We had finished playing golf and were enjoying some drinks in the club house when a waitress was obviously flirting with Lou, which he didn't seem to notice. When I said, "Hey I think she likes you Lou.", he surprised me by saying, not my type, I'm gay Marty, hope that doesn't put you off, but I am a gay man. It did take me by surprise, but nowadays, this isn't breaking news. It was awkward as we finished our beers and on the drive back, Lou said, "Hey man, if it bothers you that I am gay, it's cool, we don't have to hang out." I felt bad, and told him right away, that it's not a problem, and I liked hanging out with him, just had to get used to it. He smiled, winked at me, and said, "Good, I like you too Marty." I don't know why, but my cock did a little jump and I squirmed a bit in my seat, which I think Lou noticed. I've never been with a guy, but have thought of it in passing moments of lust, etc, but I had a very nice looking wife and enjoyed the sex I had with her. I also fantasized about being alone with a guy, being seduced, but it was only in lustful fantasy, but his wink and "I like you too", got me stirring. It was a couple of weeks later when my wife decided to take the girls to her parents for the weekend and with my work schedule, I would be left alone for 4 days. They left on a Friday and planned on coming back on Monday, which I thought was going to leave me a lonely man until Lou called me while I was at work and asked if I wanted to get some beers that night. I agreed and after changing into some shorts, tee shirt and some sneakers, we headed off to our local drinking hole. We had one too many beers, with a few shots thrown in, we were drunk and had to call a cab to take us back. Of course, when we got home, I forgot my garage door opener was in my car, and the keypad wasn't working. Lou told me to come over and crash there for the night, which again made my cock stir as stupid fantasies rolled through my head. We went inside and I flopped on the couch, taking up most of it. Lou came in with a couple of beers and said, "You want to share the couch, and please take your shoes off my fine couch" in a teasing tone. I teased back, I can't move Lou, you'll have to take them off yourself. I looked up and saw a devilish smile cross his lips as he put down the beers, grabbed my feet in a headlock around the ankles. I was startled, at first by his action, but also how strong he was, like a bear with vice grips. I struggle a bit as he sat down, with his back slightly facing me where he could look over his shoulder, he smiled and said, "Shoes off Marty!" With that he grabbed my heel and popped off my right sneaker, then the left. I tried to wiggle my feet free, but I was locked in tight, my ankles were barely able to move in his grip and my feet could only wiggle a bit. Yikes, your socks stink, they come off too. He grabbed one sock by the toe and pulled it off in one quick yank. Hey man I yelped. Now I was nervous, but Lou seemed transfixed on my barefoot, which made me try and cover it with my socked foot. Oh no he teased, not going to have any of that as he slowly worked my other sock off. Now I really struggled, come on Lou, let me go but his firm look at me made me stop moving. You got great feet Marty, loved looking at them from the first day by your pool. I was dry mouthed as he seemed to be studying my size 11 feet, with long meaty toes, that were well maintained with no calouses etc. I tried to sound firm, but he lightly scribbled his fingers over my right arch. His touch was soft, and even though I have never been really tickled, I was shocked at how quickly the sensations shot through me and I burst out laughing as he tickling fingers moved quicker and covered my foot from heel to undertoes. Even though I'm a big guy, I could not break free even though I struggled like mad. He fingers now danced from left to right foot, digging under my toes, then across my soles then back again. My struggling was intense, and just when I thought I might break free, Lou grabbed my ankles tightly, one hand on each one, rolled me off the couch onto my stomach. I was kind of pinned between the couch and the coffee table, as Lou took up position on my back thighs, pulling my feet up behind me. Hey Lou, what gives, let me go! Not a chance Marty with the fine barefeet he teased. I was trapped, and Lou wasted no time digging his fingers into my up-turned soles with a touch that had me squealing like a school girl. The sensation was intense as I tried to wiggle my feet, scrunch my toes, but it was useless, I was ticklish as hell and Lou was very good at tickling me. Not sure how long he tickled me, 5 or 6 minutes worth before he stopped. He still held my feet firmly in place, but now he was telling me how much he enjoyed tickling my feet. I got my breath back, and told him enough was enough, and to stop tickling my feet! He laughed, OK, no more feet, how bout here. Lou rolled off my legs onto my back and dug his fingers into my sides running his fingers over my ribs, sides and up to my arm pits. I was screaming with laughter as my arms tried to cover up but it was useless since I was on my stomach and unable to see where his next attack was coming from. At one point, Lou stopped long enough to roll me onto my back, then grabbing my wrist he pinned them over my head. I was now staring up at him, realizing that I was sporting a boner as Lou smiled at me. He smirked as I squirmed, and told him to get off me, but instead, he asked me why I had a hard on. My face must have been red with embarressment and not being the real physical type of guy, I just laid there, staring up at him, secretly turned on by Lou holding me down, in fact, when he asked me about my hard on, it got even harder. Lou had taken off his flip-flops earlier and now he used his left foot to touch my hard cock which made me squirm under him. Still hard Marty? Like this huh? He put his face an inch from my nose which made me uncomfortable but kept me turned on. He then used one hand to hold both my wrist in place over my head, and quickly ran his free hand into my exposed right pit. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA, I screamed, struggled like mad as his agile fingers worked my pit area. When I would break a hand free, Lou was still laying on top of me, would take his time and work both hands back over my head, then continue the attack on the other pit. His weight on me was just enough to not be too heavy, but enough where I could barely wiggle underneath him which as I could feel, made him just as hard as me. His patience in keeping me pinned, slowly working my hands over my head, then expertly exploring my ticklish pits was maddening. I remember at some point I had my eyes closed as I struggled only to open them up and having Lou's face an inch from my face with a smile that made me melt with lust. He must of noticed me breaking, as he kept me pinned, but started to ask me again, why I was hard. I couldn't answer but felt my submissive side rising up, my cock raged and I wanted to stroke it, worst of all, I so badly wanted to kiss him. His cock pressed on my stomach and I could tell it was huge. Let yourself go for a minute Marty, it's just you and I here, nobody will ever know, but I want to hear it from you. You like this don't you, tell me. I finally said it, I love it Lou, it's been a fanatsy of mine for a long time. I felt ashamed for a moment, but Lou assured me that I was not alone, I've broken a lot of "Str8 married men over the years". He statement took me back, what did he mean "break". Before I could digest what he was saying, he let go of my hands and dug both hands into my exposed pits as I struggled to bring my arms down to stop his attack, but his fingers were in too deep and my body was pinned as the tickling weaked me to that of a kitten. I was now begging softly, please no more, please, hehehehehehhehehehe. Lou stopped, I was sweaty and beaten, tickled to a weakness I haven't felt before. He stood over me, his cock was making a nice large pup tent from his shorts and I surprised myself by wondering how it would taste. He was a dominating presence looking down at me, I felt myself cowaring. He ordered me to stand up, which I did slowly. I started to speak, and he put his finger up making the shhhh sign. I stopped and stared as he ordered me to strip naked. I started to protest, but caught myself as I dropped my shorts, then my shirt, but Lou barked, all of it Marty as he blazed a stern new look that I had not scene before. I kind of looked around, but dropped my underwear releasing my 7 inch cock, which bobbed in the cool air. He looked me up and down as I moved my hands over my cock. Hands behind your back he ordered as he spun me around. He grabbed my wrist and walked me to one of the bedrooms in the house. I was surprised to see what looked like a workout room, but closer inspection it was fitted with a large massage table with restraints at each end, a short set of stocks on the floor and a four poster bed. I struggled a bit, and Lou grabbed me in a bear hug from behind, pressing his hard cock against my lower back. I was scared, as he whispered in my left ear, don't worry, I would never do anything to hurt you, but you are mine now, to play with, control and tickle to my hearts delight, got it? I melted in his bear grip, felt my knees buckle a bit as he escorted me to the massage table. He laid me on top, strapping my wrist in nice padded cuffs, then my ankles. He then cranked the table a few times to make me stretch out, which effectively left my stretched out barely able to move. He stripped out of his clothes, and replaced them with some leather pants that had an opening for his impressive 8 inch thick cock, with a huge apple head. His leather vest complimented the outfit as he seemed to strut around for me. He grabbed a stiff feather and slowly stroked my raging cock and balls as I tried to wiggle and shift as the sensation was bringing me to the brink. Two minutes had me lusting. Lou positioned himself next to my head and slowly stroked his large cock and explained to me that this was his to suck, and the only way the tickling I was about to endure would stop, is when I agreed to suck his cock, whenever Lou needed it. He explained that it might be Wednesday night after dinner, and I get a call that says your neighbor Lou needs some help fixing something, that was my queue to get over there immediately with the full knowledge that I would have to suck his cock. I was speachless as I stared at his large cock. Lou walked to the foot of the massage table and began to tickle my feet. His fingers worked my soles expertly going from light to hard tickles, then working in between my toes down to my heels. He stopped, only to tease my cock and balls again with that feather. Lou was warming something up in the kitchen as I squirmed against my bonds, he returned and started to apply some warm oil on my soft soles using a large paintbrush to work the warm oil over every inch of my feet. It tickled and my feet wiggled, then I heard what sounded like an electric toothbrush. Lou was now sitting in a chair and smiled as I looked down to see a Sonic toothbrush hit my warm oily soles. I screamed like mad, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA< my head rolled from side to side as tears welled up in my eyes, the tickling was sending erotic tingles up my legs to my balls making me mad with lust and laughter. When the brush hit my under toes and scrunching them only intensified the sensation, I thought I would die right there. I was exhausted, and thought it was time to make Lou stop as his hard cock made me shutter with excitement. He stopped again, but the feather on my balls and cock were tormenting me, I wanted to shoot, but not enough pressure to get me going and I started to beg Lou to let me shoot. He said nothing as his fingers danced over my stomach, slowly working there way up to my nipples which he pinched and teased for a full minute, then worked my exposed pits like a piano. I was going to faint is all I could think when Lou stopped, I submissively beg him to let me suck his cock. Once again, saying nothing he worked the feather over my cock and balls taking long strokes from the bottom of my shaft to the purple head, slowling teasing the head patiently watching me succomb to him. I was almost crying with lust, I wanted his cock and needed to cum. He asked me again, anytime I tell you to come over and take care of this, holding his big cock an inch from my face, you better come over. I readily agreed, almost crying wanted to end his torture of me. He unstrapped me and helped my weak body over to the bed where he positioned himself against the head board as I lay between his legs. I was going to start, but Lou told me to lick his toes first, which in my state I wasted no time. As I worked my tongue over his soles to his toes, I reached down to my cock, only to have Lou bark out, don't even think of it, or you are going back on the table. His size 13 feet were flawless, well kept, and as I ran my tongue through his toes, he flexed and giggled a bit. I looked up at him, and ran my fingers over his soles, he snatched his feet back, and then told me to crawl up here and take care of this. I was not sure what or how to do it, I just pictured what my wife did for me, and slowly worked his cock over my lips, taking long licks up his shaft, then he grabbed my head told me to relax and worked my head down on his cock almost making me gag. He shot his load and I tried to take what I could but it was too much as I stroked the rest out. He pulled me up to him and holding me from behind he slowly stroked me until I shot a huge load.
Now at least twice a week I have to go to Lou's for something. My wife is unaware, but she notices how much more sex I want to have with her, and when she goes out of town to see her parents, which I encourage, Lou retrains me in the fine are of tickling submission.
Long story, but hope you like it. Let me know
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I'm Marty, 6, 220 pds, avg 45 year old married white male, beautiful wife, three great girls, high paying tech job and a tickle slave to my sadistic gay neighbor Lou.
It started a little over a year ago, the vacant house next door finally sold after sitting for almost 18 months. We were happy that we would be getting a new neighbor who seemed like a nice enough guy, divorced, no kids and owner of a few new spas that had opened up in the city. He sported a military type crew cut, a diamond earing and a few tattoos on his arms and chest not muscular but obviously a strong guy.. We had him over by the pool for burgers and beer the first weekend to get to know him, etc. My wife mentioned to him that there were several eligible women in the neighborhood, which he smiled at and said, that's good to know. He had been divorced for over 15 years, and at age 47, he had no plans to remarry. I liked him and we agreed to play some golf the following weekend. For the next few weeks, Lou and I played golf, sat out by pool and enjoyed our company. We had finished playing golf and were enjoying some drinks in the club house when a waitress was obviously flirting with Lou, which he didn't seem to notice. When I said, "Hey I think she likes you Lou.", he surprised me by saying, not my type, I'm gay Marty, hope that doesn't put you off, but I am a gay man. It did take me by surprise, but nowadays, this isn't breaking news. It was awkward as we finished our beers and on the drive back, Lou said, "Hey man, if it bothers you that I am gay, it's cool, we don't have to hang out." I felt bad, and told him right away, that it's not a problem, and I liked hanging out with him, just had to get used to it. He smiled, winked at me, and said, "Good, I like you too Marty." I don't know why, but my cock did a little jump and I squirmed a bit in my seat, which I think Lou noticed. I've never been with a guy, but have thought of it in passing moments of lust, etc, but I had a very nice looking wife and enjoyed the sex I had with her. I also fantasized about being alone with a guy, being seduced, but it was only in lustful fantasy, but his wink and "I like you too", got me stirring. It was a couple of weeks later when my wife decided to take the girls to her parents for the weekend and with my work schedule, I would be left alone for 4 days. They left on a Friday and planned on coming back on Monday, which I thought was going to leave me a lonely man until Lou called me while I was at work and asked if I wanted to get some beers that night. I agreed and after changing into some shorts, tee shirt and some sneakers, we headed off to our local drinking hole. We had one too many beers, with a few shots thrown in, we were drunk and had to call a cab to take us back. Of course, when we got home, I forgot my garage door opener was in my car, and the keypad wasn't working. Lou told me to come over and crash there for the night, which again made my cock stir as stupid fantasies rolled through my head. We went inside and I flopped on the couch, taking up most of it. Lou came in with a couple of beers and said, "You want to share the couch, and please take your shoes off my fine couch" in a teasing tone. I teased back, I can't move Lou, you'll have to take them off yourself. I looked up and saw a devilish smile cross his lips as he put down the beers, grabbed my feet in a headlock around the ankles. I was startled, at first by his action, but also how strong he was, like a bear with vice grips. I struggle a bit as he sat down, with his back slightly facing me where he could look over his shoulder, he smiled and said, "Shoes off Marty!" With that he grabbed my heel and popped off my right sneaker, then the left. I tried to wiggle my feet free, but I was locked in tight, my ankles were barely able to move in his grip and my feet could only wiggle a bit. Yikes, your socks stink, they come off too. He grabbed one sock by the toe and pulled it off in one quick yank. Hey man I yelped. Now I was nervous, but Lou seemed transfixed on my barefoot, which made me try and cover it with my socked foot. Oh no he teased, not going to have any of that as he slowly worked my other sock off. Now I really struggled, come on Lou, let me go but his firm look at me made me stop moving. You got great feet Marty, loved looking at them from the first day by your pool. I was dry mouthed as he seemed to be studying my size 11 feet, with long meaty toes, that were well maintained with no calouses etc. I tried to sound firm, but he lightly scribbled his fingers over my right arch. His touch was soft, and even though I have never been really tickled, I was shocked at how quickly the sensations shot through me and I burst out laughing as he tickling fingers moved quicker and covered my foot from heel to undertoes. Even though I'm a big guy, I could not break free even though I struggled like mad. He fingers now danced from left to right foot, digging under my toes, then across my soles then back again. My struggling was intense, and just when I thought I might break free, Lou grabbed my ankles tightly, one hand on each one, rolled me off the couch onto my stomach. I was kind of pinned between the couch and the coffee table, as Lou took up position on my back thighs, pulling my feet up behind me. Hey Lou, what gives, let me go! Not a chance Marty with the fine barefeet he teased. I was trapped, and Lou wasted no time digging his fingers into my up-turned soles with a touch that had me squealing like a school girl. The sensation was intense as I tried to wiggle my feet, scrunch my toes, but it was useless, I was ticklish as hell and Lou was very good at tickling me. Not sure how long he tickled me, 5 or 6 minutes worth before he stopped. He still held my feet firmly in place, but now he was telling me how much he enjoyed tickling my feet. I got my breath back, and told him enough was enough, and to stop tickling my feet! He laughed, OK, no more feet, how bout here. Lou rolled off my legs onto my back and dug his fingers into my sides running his fingers over my ribs, sides and up to my arm pits. I was screaming with laughter as my arms tried to cover up but it was useless since I was on my stomach and unable to see where his next attack was coming from. At one point, Lou stopped long enough to roll me onto my back, then grabbing my wrist he pinned them over my head. I was now staring up at him, realizing that I was sporting a boner as Lou smiled at me. He smirked as I squirmed, and told him to get off me, but instead, he asked me why I had a hard on. My face must have been red with embarressment and not being the real physical type of guy, I just laid there, staring up at him, secretly turned on by Lou holding me down, in fact, when he asked me about my hard on, it got even harder. Lou had taken off his flip-flops earlier and now he used his left foot to touch my hard cock which made me squirm under him. Still hard Marty? Like this huh? He put his face an inch from my nose which made me uncomfortable but kept me turned on. He then used one hand to hold both my wrist in place over my head, and quickly ran his free hand into my exposed right pit. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA, I screamed, struggled like mad as his agile fingers worked my pit area. When I would break a hand free, Lou was still laying on top of me, would take his time and work both hands back over my head, then continue the attack on the other pit. His weight on me was just enough to not be too heavy, but enough where I could barely wiggle underneath him which as I could feel, made him just as hard as me. His patience in keeping me pinned, slowly working my hands over my head, then expertly exploring my ticklish pits was maddening. I remember at some point I had my eyes closed as I struggled only to open them up and having Lou's face an inch from my face with a smile that made me melt with lust. He must of noticed me breaking, as he kept me pinned, but started to ask me again, why I was hard. I couldn't answer but felt my submissive side rising up, my cock raged and I wanted to stroke it, worst of all, I so badly wanted to kiss him. His cock pressed on my stomach and I could tell it was huge. Let yourself go for a minute Marty, it's just you and I here, nobody will ever know, but I want to hear it from you. You like this don't you, tell me. I finally said it, I love it Lou, it's been a fanatsy of mine for a long time. I felt ashamed for a moment, but Lou assured me that I was not alone, I've broken a lot of "Str8 married men over the years". He statement took me back, what did he mean "break". Before I could digest what he was saying, he let go of my hands and dug both hands into my exposed pits as I struggled to bring my arms down to stop his attack, but his fingers were in too deep and my body was pinned as the tickling weaked me to that of a kitten. I was now begging softly, please no more, please, hehehehehehhehehehe. Lou stopped, I was sweaty and beaten, tickled to a weakness I haven't felt before. He stood over me, his cock was making a nice large pup tent from his shorts and I surprised myself by wondering how it would taste. He was a dominating presence looking down at me, I felt myself cowaring. He ordered me to stand up, which I did slowly. I started to speak, and he put his finger up making the shhhh sign. I stopped and stared as he ordered me to strip naked. I started to protest, but caught myself as I dropped my shorts, then my shirt, but Lou barked, all of it Marty as he blazed a stern new look that I had not scene before. I kind of looked around, but dropped my underwear releasing my 7 inch cock, which bobbed in the cool air. He looked me up and down as I moved my hands over my cock. Hands behind your back he ordered as he spun me around. He grabbed my wrist and walked me to one of the bedrooms in the house. I was surprised to see what looked like a workout room, but closer inspection it was fitted with a large massage table with restraints at each end, a short set of stocks on the floor and a four poster bed. I struggled a bit, and Lou grabbed me in a bear hug from behind, pressing his hard cock against my lower back. I was scared, as he whispered in my left ear, don't worry, I would never do anything to hurt you, but you are mine now, to play with, control and tickle to my hearts delight, got it? I melted in his bear grip, felt my knees buckle a bit as he escorted me to the massage table. He laid me on top, strapping my wrist in nice padded cuffs, then my ankles. He then cranked the table a few times to make me stretch out, which effectively left my stretched out barely able to move. He stripped out of his clothes, and replaced them with some leather pants that had an opening for his impressive 8 inch thick cock, with a huge apple head. His leather vest complimented the outfit as he seemed to strut around for me. He grabbed a stiff feather and slowly stroked my raging cock and balls as I tried to wiggle and shift as the sensation was bringing me to the brink. Two minutes had me lusting. Lou positioned himself next to my head and slowly stroked his large cock and explained to me that this was his to suck, and the only way the tickling I was about to endure would stop, is when I agreed to suck his cock, whenever Lou needed it. He explained that it might be Wednesday night after dinner, and I get a call that says your neighbor Lou needs some help fixing something, that was my queue to get over there immediately with the full knowledge that I would have to suck his cock. I was speachless as I stared at his large cock. Lou walked to the foot of the massage table and began to tickle my feet. His fingers worked my soles expertly going from light to hard tickles, then working in between my toes down to my heels. He stopped, only to tease my cock and balls again with that feather. Lou was warming something up in the kitchen as I squirmed against my bonds, he returned and started to apply some warm oil on my soft soles using a large paintbrush to work the warm oil over every inch of my feet. It tickled and my feet wiggled, then I heard what sounded like an electric toothbrush. Lou was now sitting in a chair and smiled as I looked down to see a Sonic toothbrush hit my warm oily soles. I screamed like mad, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA< my head rolled from side to side as tears welled up in my eyes, the tickling was sending erotic tingles up my legs to my balls making me mad with lust and laughter. When the brush hit my under toes and scrunching them only intensified the sensation, I thought I would die right there. I was exhausted, and thought it was time to make Lou stop as his hard cock made me shutter with excitement. He stopped again, but the feather on my balls and cock were tormenting me, I wanted to shoot, but not enough pressure to get me going and I started to beg Lou to let me shoot. He said nothing as his fingers danced over my stomach, slowly working there way up to my nipples which he pinched and teased for a full minute, then worked my exposed pits like a piano. I was going to faint is all I could think when Lou stopped, I submissively beg him to let me suck his cock. Once again, saying nothing he worked the feather over my cock and balls taking long strokes from the bottom of my shaft to the purple head, slowling teasing the head patiently watching me succomb to him. I was almost crying with lust, I wanted his cock and needed to cum. He asked me again, anytime I tell you to come over and take care of this, holding his big cock an inch from my face, you better come over. I readily agreed, almost crying wanted to end his torture of me. He unstrapped me and helped my weak body over to the bed where he positioned himself against the head board as I lay between his legs. I was going to start, but Lou told me to lick his toes first, which in my state I wasted no time. As I worked my tongue over his soles to his toes, I reached down to my cock, only to have Lou bark out, don't even think of it, or you are going back on the table. His size 13 feet were flawless, well kept, and as I ran my tongue through his toes, he flexed and giggled a bit. I looked up at him, and ran my fingers over his soles, he snatched his feet back, and then told me to crawl up here and take care of this. I was not sure what or how to do it, I just pictured what my wife did for me, and slowly worked his cock over my lips, taking long licks up his shaft, then he grabbed my head told me to relax and worked my head down on his cock almost making me gag. He shot his load and I tried to take what I could but it was too much as I stroked the rest out. He pulled me up to him and holding me from behind he slowly stroked me until I shot a huge load.
Now at least twice a week I have to go to Lou's for something. My wife is unaware, but she notices how much more sex I want to have with her, and when she goes out of town to see her parents, which I encourage, Lou retrains me in the fine are of tickling submission.
Long story, but hope you like it. Let me know
[email protected]
