Suppose you hit the lottery—big time? What would you do with all that money? When it happened to Dave, he decided to make a dirty dream come true!
The GILT List
by
T.T. Gore
***
I have a confession to make.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this obsession with tickling other guys. For years I fantasized about stripping some muscular stud naked, tying him up and tickling him until he gets all horny and begs for mercy. Sure, I have to admit, it’s a kinky sex thing. But it’s not really a GAY thing because I do like girls. I don’t want to tickle girls, though. I only want to tickle guys…
But most guys don’t want to be tickled, especially by me, so as I said it was just a fantasy. There were a couple of websites I liked to visit—and of course, when I happened to spot a guy of the right type he’d go on my GILT list. GILT is for Guys I’d Like to Tickle. Clever, huh? But hey, it was really just a wish list.
Until the day that I bought that lottery ticket.
After taxes, my winnings amounted to well over twenty million bucks. In other words, I was set for life. “What are you going to do now, Dave?” people asked me.
“I’m going to quit my job,” I answered with a smile. “And I’m going to concentrate on my hobbies.”
Because once the shock wore off, I realized that my GILT list was no longer simply a wish list…
Of course I wasn’t naïve enough to think that every guy on the list would take money to be tickled. Surely some would, though—it was just a question of figuring out which ones really needed the cash. So I hired a private investigator to look into the finances and personal lives of four likely candidates. And sure enough, it turned out that Jack Johnson was in a serious financial bind.
Poor Jack! He was paying alimony and child support to his blood-sucking ex-wife while struggling to make minimum payments on a stack of credit card balances. He was behind on his car payments, the rent on his downtown apartment was killing him, and his new girlfriend had expensive tastes.
Jack and I had worked together in the marketing department of a local bank until I hit the lottery and quit. He was a handsome rascal: well built, with blue eyes and dark hair, all in all a GILT to die for. And I was pretty sure that he’d take the deal I planned to offer…
But not right away, of course.
“Bullshit!” he yelled when I outlined my proposal—though I noticed that his eyes kept returning to the stack of $100 bills that lay on the table between us.
“Think about it,” I urged, politely ignoring the chaotic state of his kitchen. How long had those dishes been sitting in the sink? “We’re talking five thousand dollars, Jack. Half now,” I nodded at the pile of hundreds, “half at the conclusion of our session. Don’t tell me you don’t need the money.”
“You’re a fucking SICK puke!” he sneered. “Why, I ought to—”
“Now I explained what will happen if you…lose your temper,” I reminded him. “Feel free to turn down my offer, Jack, but if you rough me up, well, you’ll definitely receive a visit from a friend of mine. A rather violent friend.”
Jack glared at me. But he uttered no more threats.
“It’s still sick,” he muttered after a long silence.
“There’s no sex involved,” I assured him—not strictly true since who knew what might come up once I had him under control? Hope strings eternal! “I just want to strip you naked, tie you up, and tickle you silly. Two hours. Five thousand dollars.”
Eventually, of course, he took the deal.
I’d spent some serious money to soundproof the basement of my new house in the posh suburb where I now lived, but I decided to gag Jack anyway. Once he was naked in bondage, the poor guy started having second thoughts. He demanded to be released, swore he’d return the advance—anything if I’d just turn him loose!
“Dave! Dave, I’m BEGGING you—MMMMPH!!!”
“Relax, sweet cheeks,” I snickered as I smoothed the strip of silver duct tape over his mouth. “This will all be over before you know it—and you’ll be leaving here with another twenty-five hundred bucks in your pocket!”
But he didn’t relax! On the contrary, Jack became quite agitated. He squirmed and struggled in a heartfelt but futile attempt to slip the bonds that secured him to the large wood-and-metal frame that stood in the center of the basement. I’d made it myself and was quite proud of my handiwork. The frame’s upper and lower corners were equipped with leather straps for the subject’s wrists and ankles. After securing him in place, the frame itself could be adjusted vertically and horizontally to stretch his limbs and tense his body.
I made a final adjustment that raised Jack up on his toes. Then I stepped back to admire the tableau. My first GILT was spread-eagled in the frame, stark naked, with every sensitive sector of his body exposed to attack. I sighed happily. This was going to be SO much fun!
Jack watched with wide, disbelieving eyes as I took my clothes off. I hadn’t mentioned that I too would be naked during our session—why bother him with such trivial details? And he screamed behind the duct tape when he saw that I was in a manly way!
“Oh, don’t WORRY!” I assured him with a lewd smile as I stepped around the frame. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t WANT to do, sweet cheeks! Except laugh your sexy ASS off for me, of course…”
Jack seemed disturbed by the fact that I admired his shapely buttocks. He made various noised behind the duct tape that were probably intended to express fear and panic. It was hard to be sure.
“I suppose you’re wondering what’s in this for me,” I chuckled as I knelt behind my trembling victim. “You probably think I’m some kind of a fucking PERVERT, sweet cheeks, don’t you?” I gave his fetching fanny a fond pat. “Well, I suppose I am. The idea of having a big, strong, handsome guy like you in my power just turns me on to the MAX!”
“UMMMMMMPH!!!” Jack protested—if it WAS a protest! The strip of duct tape across his mouth made it hard for the poor guy to communicate his hopes and desires. Not that HIS hopes and desires mattered a great deal. He’d taken my money—now he’d dance to the tune I whistled!
“Yeah,” I whispered, “the idea of tickling the SHIT out of some horny stud gets me all EXCITED! Except that you’re not horny, are you? Oh no, you’re not that WAY, are you…?”
“GUUUURRRRP!!!” he replied—not very coherently.
“But that’s OK, sweet cheeks, as long as you LAUGH for me!” And with no more ado, I swept the feather up the back of his right leg!
“BWUUUUMMMMF!!!” Jack howled, arching his back and wiggling his ass like a ferret on Viagra. Evidently he was VERY ticklish! “BWUUUU-WUUUU-WUUUU-MMMMF!!!”
Oh, how can I communicate the joy and satisfaction of that wonderful moment?! After years of frustrated fantasizing, I had finally achieved my heart’s desire! My cock throbbed and my balls trembled as I methodically stroked the backs of Jack’s quivering legs. He writhed and shivered in a mad frenzy, making the most extraordinary SOUNDS behind the duct tape! And his balls jiggled between his wide-open thighs in a way that gave me such WICKED ideas! But there was no rush, I reminded myself. There was plenty of time…
“So what’s WRONG, sweet cheeks?” I sneered. “Don’t you LIKE my tickles?”
“FUUUUGLUUUUMPH!!!” Jack screamed. It was truly extraordinary, how the feather’s gentle caress was affecting him. The muscles of his ass and thighs convulsed each time he tried to force a shriek past the duct tape. A plague of goose bumps made the dark hairs on his quivering legs stiffen like tiny quills. Clearly, I was driving the poor bastard BUGFUCK—and we’d only just begun!
After ten minutes I decided that the time had come to switch my position. Jack made a sound like a sob when I stopped tickling his legs and strolled around the frame to face him. His face, I was pleased to see, was a dainty shade of pink and his cheeks were stained with tears. His hirsute chest was heaving and his belly looked tight as a drum.
“Well, it looks to me like you’re earning your money this evening!” I snickered. “But we still have an hour and fifty minutes to go!”
“NNNNGGGGH!!!” Jack grunted, shaking his head vigorously. But I paid no mind to his protests as I stepped closer to run my fingers through his manly chest hair, now damp with sweat. Eyes bulging, he cringed away from my touch.
“Oh, don’t WORRY!” I assured him. “I told you, sweet cheeks, all you’re going to do is LAUGH for me! Speaking of which, I think this little break has lasted long enough!”
And so saying, I jabbed my fingers into his defenseless armpits!
“WUUUUMMMMF!!” Jack bellowed—or tried to bellow—as my sharp nails stroked his hollows. He writhed so furiously that the bondage frame, stout as it was, actually creaked. But of course, his struggles were an utterly futile expenditure of energy. Within five minutes, poor Jack was so exhausted that he merely shivered and trembled in response to my remorseless assault. Obviously it was time for another break.
“Wow!” I exclaimed with a snide smile as I stepped back to admire my handiwork. “The sweat’s just dripping off you, sweet cheeks! And to think that we still have more than an hour an a half to go! How will you ever STAND it?”
To tell the truth, I wasn’t entirely sure how I’d be able to stand it! I’d barely got started on this ticklish stud, and already I was sporting the most extreme erection of my fucking LIFE! And from the way Jack’s eyes were bulging, I could tell that my state of arousal was scaring the living DAYLIGHTS out of him!
“You know,” I whispered, “if you could get HORNY for me, sweet cheeks, I might just cut you some slack. I’d like to see if you could be tickled to orgasm…but if you can’t get it up…”
“YUUUURRRRG!!!” Jack replied. It looked like he was crying. “MMMMMMPH!!!”
“Well,” I chuckled, “There’s no harm in TRYING, is there? Let’s just see if I can possibly get you INTERESTED enough to try my little experiment!”
Ignoring his muffled pleas and protests, I circled around to my previous position. The feather lay on the floor where I’d left it. I went down on my knees, snatched up the feather, and contemplated my handsome tickle slave’s curvy derriere.
“All set, sweet cheeks?” I called. “Then here we go!”
“WMMMMUUUUGH!!!” Jack howled behind the duct tape as I very gently caressed the ultra-sensitive patch of skin just north of the cleft of his buttocks. Apparently it tickled quite a bit, because his muffled screams grew more and more frantic as I swirled the feather.
And when I swept the feather down to explore the tender territory between his quivering butt cheeks, poor Jack had an absolute FIT!
“BRRRRUUUUGH-UGH-UHG-UGH!!!” he screamed as I stroked his tightly puckered anal orifice. “FMMMMMMPH!!! URRRRG!!! URRRRG!!!”
“Oh, but the best is yet to COME, sweet cheeks!” I assured him, observing with fascination how his balls bounced and jiggled as he wiggled his sexy ass for me! “Are you READY?”
Mere words are inadequate to describe Jack’s response when I commenced my ticklish assault on that most delicate portion of his masculine anatomy! He went all tense for an instant, then convulsed so violently that the sweat flew from his body! He howled and grunted behind the duct tape like a man being subjected to a series of electric shocks! But all I was doing was stroking his swaying scrotum with the tip of a feather—!
And it worked! Oh, it worked, for within a couple of minutes I could tell from the tense state of his balls that my ticklish stud was in a manly way! I scurried around the frame to verify my surmise—and was rewarded with the sight of an impressive erection.
“See?” I whispered. “I just KNEW you could do it, sweet cheeks! Because you DO like my tickles, don’t you?” I stepped close and put my hand on his chest. “Now let’s see if I can make you CUM with my feather!”
Jack produced an affirmative-sounding grunt. I toyed with his damp chest hair for a moment, then stepped back. I knelt. I flourished the feather. And with a sigh of satisfaction, I swirled it over the swollen head of his yearning member…
“MMMMMMPH!!!” Jack moaned. He arched his back and gyrated his hips in response to the feather’s sweet, tormenting kiss.
“And to think that you’re getting PAID for this!” I taunted him as I tickled around the base of his cock. “Maybe I should be asking MORE for my money—!”
If Jack heard that, he didn’t allow it to distract him from the business at hand. He was obviously getting close…very close…and only one thing mattered to him now…
“Think you can DO it for me?” I whispered. “Come ON, you horny stud, give it UP for me! Tickle, tickle, TICKLE—who wants to SQUIRT…?”
Jack squeezed out a tiny, gleaming drop of pre-cum…then another…and another…
“If you can’t CUM, I’ll have to keep TICKLING you!” I threatened. “I’ll tickle you SILLY—I’ll tickle you to BITS—!”
“UGH!” Jack grunted. “UGH-UGH-GRRRRRRUUUUUUGH—!!!”
And that did it!
I scooted to one side just in time to avoid getting a face full of my ticklish stud’s most precious bodily essence! He writhed and squirmed with mad abandon as he emptied his balls in half a dozen muscular spurts, each accompanied by a throaty, lustful grunt of ecstasy! The he dribbled a bit, gasping for air behind the duct tape.
I felt like applauding! I also felt like jacking off…
But instead I stepped over to the frame and removed the duct tape that had sealed his mouth shut. My first GILT gasped desperately for breath. But the expression on his face was strangely blissful…
“That was great, sweet cheeks!” I whispered. “And just like I promised, I won’t tickle you any more…”
“God, that was so PERVERTED!” he moaned. “I can’t believe that I fucking DID it!”
“So you hated it?” I asked. “You hated being tied up naked, being tickled, being forced to cum, by another guy? Because you’re not that way? I understand. It made you feel dirty…and humiliated…”
“Yeah…yeah,” he whispered. “But…but…”
“What?”
“We still have an hour,” Jack whispered. “I want to go again…”
“Well,” I replied after a pause, “as long as you promise to give me my money’s worth…”
What happened next? Suffice to say that Jack’s fee turned out to be the best five thousand dollars I’d ever spent! And it was just the beginning of a beautiful business relationship!
The GILT List
by
T.T. Gore
***
I have a confession to make.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this obsession with tickling other guys. For years I fantasized about stripping some muscular stud naked, tying him up and tickling him until he gets all horny and begs for mercy. Sure, I have to admit, it’s a kinky sex thing. But it’s not really a GAY thing because I do like girls. I don’t want to tickle girls, though. I only want to tickle guys…
But most guys don’t want to be tickled, especially by me, so as I said it was just a fantasy. There were a couple of websites I liked to visit—and of course, when I happened to spot a guy of the right type he’d go on my GILT list. GILT is for Guys I’d Like to Tickle. Clever, huh? But hey, it was really just a wish list.
Until the day that I bought that lottery ticket.
After taxes, my winnings amounted to well over twenty million bucks. In other words, I was set for life. “What are you going to do now, Dave?” people asked me.
“I’m going to quit my job,” I answered with a smile. “And I’m going to concentrate on my hobbies.”
Because once the shock wore off, I realized that my GILT list was no longer simply a wish list…
Of course I wasn’t naïve enough to think that every guy on the list would take money to be tickled. Surely some would, though—it was just a question of figuring out which ones really needed the cash. So I hired a private investigator to look into the finances and personal lives of four likely candidates. And sure enough, it turned out that Jack Johnson was in a serious financial bind.
Poor Jack! He was paying alimony and child support to his blood-sucking ex-wife while struggling to make minimum payments on a stack of credit card balances. He was behind on his car payments, the rent on his downtown apartment was killing him, and his new girlfriend had expensive tastes.
Jack and I had worked together in the marketing department of a local bank until I hit the lottery and quit. He was a handsome rascal: well built, with blue eyes and dark hair, all in all a GILT to die for. And I was pretty sure that he’d take the deal I planned to offer…
But not right away, of course.
“Bullshit!” he yelled when I outlined my proposal—though I noticed that his eyes kept returning to the stack of $100 bills that lay on the table between us.
“Think about it,” I urged, politely ignoring the chaotic state of his kitchen. How long had those dishes been sitting in the sink? “We’re talking five thousand dollars, Jack. Half now,” I nodded at the pile of hundreds, “half at the conclusion of our session. Don’t tell me you don’t need the money.”
“You’re a fucking SICK puke!” he sneered. “Why, I ought to—”
“Now I explained what will happen if you…lose your temper,” I reminded him. “Feel free to turn down my offer, Jack, but if you rough me up, well, you’ll definitely receive a visit from a friend of mine. A rather violent friend.”
Jack glared at me. But he uttered no more threats.
“It’s still sick,” he muttered after a long silence.
“There’s no sex involved,” I assured him—not strictly true since who knew what might come up once I had him under control? Hope strings eternal! “I just want to strip you naked, tie you up, and tickle you silly. Two hours. Five thousand dollars.”
Eventually, of course, he took the deal.
***
I’d spent some serious money to soundproof the basement of my new house in the posh suburb where I now lived, but I decided to gag Jack anyway. Once he was naked in bondage, the poor guy started having second thoughts. He demanded to be released, swore he’d return the advance—anything if I’d just turn him loose!
“Dave! Dave, I’m BEGGING you—MMMMPH!!!”
“Relax, sweet cheeks,” I snickered as I smoothed the strip of silver duct tape over his mouth. “This will all be over before you know it—and you’ll be leaving here with another twenty-five hundred bucks in your pocket!”
But he didn’t relax! On the contrary, Jack became quite agitated. He squirmed and struggled in a heartfelt but futile attempt to slip the bonds that secured him to the large wood-and-metal frame that stood in the center of the basement. I’d made it myself and was quite proud of my handiwork. The frame’s upper and lower corners were equipped with leather straps for the subject’s wrists and ankles. After securing him in place, the frame itself could be adjusted vertically and horizontally to stretch his limbs and tense his body.
I made a final adjustment that raised Jack up on his toes. Then I stepped back to admire the tableau. My first GILT was spread-eagled in the frame, stark naked, with every sensitive sector of his body exposed to attack. I sighed happily. This was going to be SO much fun!
Jack watched with wide, disbelieving eyes as I took my clothes off. I hadn’t mentioned that I too would be naked during our session—why bother him with such trivial details? And he screamed behind the duct tape when he saw that I was in a manly way!
“Oh, don’t WORRY!” I assured him with a lewd smile as I stepped around the frame. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t WANT to do, sweet cheeks! Except laugh your sexy ASS off for me, of course…”
Jack seemed disturbed by the fact that I admired his shapely buttocks. He made various noised behind the duct tape that were probably intended to express fear and panic. It was hard to be sure.
“I suppose you’re wondering what’s in this for me,” I chuckled as I knelt behind my trembling victim. “You probably think I’m some kind of a fucking PERVERT, sweet cheeks, don’t you?” I gave his fetching fanny a fond pat. “Well, I suppose I am. The idea of having a big, strong, handsome guy like you in my power just turns me on to the MAX!”
“UMMMMMMPH!!!” Jack protested—if it WAS a protest! The strip of duct tape across his mouth made it hard for the poor guy to communicate his hopes and desires. Not that HIS hopes and desires mattered a great deal. He’d taken my money—now he’d dance to the tune I whistled!
“Yeah,” I whispered, “the idea of tickling the SHIT out of some horny stud gets me all EXCITED! Except that you’re not horny, are you? Oh no, you’re not that WAY, are you…?”
“GUUUURRRRP!!!” he replied—not very coherently.
“But that’s OK, sweet cheeks, as long as you LAUGH for me!” And with no more ado, I swept the feather up the back of his right leg!
“BWUUUUMMMMF!!!” Jack howled, arching his back and wiggling his ass like a ferret on Viagra. Evidently he was VERY ticklish! “BWUUUU-WUUUU-WUUUU-MMMMF!!!”
Oh, how can I communicate the joy and satisfaction of that wonderful moment?! After years of frustrated fantasizing, I had finally achieved my heart’s desire! My cock throbbed and my balls trembled as I methodically stroked the backs of Jack’s quivering legs. He writhed and shivered in a mad frenzy, making the most extraordinary SOUNDS behind the duct tape! And his balls jiggled between his wide-open thighs in a way that gave me such WICKED ideas! But there was no rush, I reminded myself. There was plenty of time…
“So what’s WRONG, sweet cheeks?” I sneered. “Don’t you LIKE my tickles?”
“FUUUUGLUUUUMPH!!!” Jack screamed. It was truly extraordinary, how the feather’s gentle caress was affecting him. The muscles of his ass and thighs convulsed each time he tried to force a shriek past the duct tape. A plague of goose bumps made the dark hairs on his quivering legs stiffen like tiny quills. Clearly, I was driving the poor bastard BUGFUCK—and we’d only just begun!
After ten minutes I decided that the time had come to switch my position. Jack made a sound like a sob when I stopped tickling his legs and strolled around the frame to face him. His face, I was pleased to see, was a dainty shade of pink and his cheeks were stained with tears. His hirsute chest was heaving and his belly looked tight as a drum.
“Well, it looks to me like you’re earning your money this evening!” I snickered. “But we still have an hour and fifty minutes to go!”
“NNNNGGGGH!!!” Jack grunted, shaking his head vigorously. But I paid no mind to his protests as I stepped closer to run my fingers through his manly chest hair, now damp with sweat. Eyes bulging, he cringed away from my touch.
“Oh, don’t WORRY!” I assured him. “I told you, sweet cheeks, all you’re going to do is LAUGH for me! Speaking of which, I think this little break has lasted long enough!”
And so saying, I jabbed my fingers into his defenseless armpits!
“WUUUUMMMMF!!” Jack bellowed—or tried to bellow—as my sharp nails stroked his hollows. He writhed so furiously that the bondage frame, stout as it was, actually creaked. But of course, his struggles were an utterly futile expenditure of energy. Within five minutes, poor Jack was so exhausted that he merely shivered and trembled in response to my remorseless assault. Obviously it was time for another break.
“Wow!” I exclaimed with a snide smile as I stepped back to admire my handiwork. “The sweat’s just dripping off you, sweet cheeks! And to think that we still have more than an hour an a half to go! How will you ever STAND it?”
To tell the truth, I wasn’t entirely sure how I’d be able to stand it! I’d barely got started on this ticklish stud, and already I was sporting the most extreme erection of my fucking LIFE! And from the way Jack’s eyes were bulging, I could tell that my state of arousal was scaring the living DAYLIGHTS out of him!
“You know,” I whispered, “if you could get HORNY for me, sweet cheeks, I might just cut you some slack. I’d like to see if you could be tickled to orgasm…but if you can’t get it up…”
“YUUUURRRRG!!!” Jack replied. It looked like he was crying. “MMMMMMPH!!!”
“Well,” I chuckled, “There’s no harm in TRYING, is there? Let’s just see if I can possibly get you INTERESTED enough to try my little experiment!”
Ignoring his muffled pleas and protests, I circled around to my previous position. The feather lay on the floor where I’d left it. I went down on my knees, snatched up the feather, and contemplated my handsome tickle slave’s curvy derriere.
“All set, sweet cheeks?” I called. “Then here we go!”
“WMMMMUUUUGH!!!” Jack howled behind the duct tape as I very gently caressed the ultra-sensitive patch of skin just north of the cleft of his buttocks. Apparently it tickled quite a bit, because his muffled screams grew more and more frantic as I swirled the feather.
And when I swept the feather down to explore the tender territory between his quivering butt cheeks, poor Jack had an absolute FIT!
“BRRRRUUUUGH-UGH-UHG-UGH!!!” he screamed as I stroked his tightly puckered anal orifice. “FMMMMMMPH!!! URRRRG!!! URRRRG!!!”
“Oh, but the best is yet to COME, sweet cheeks!” I assured him, observing with fascination how his balls bounced and jiggled as he wiggled his sexy ass for me! “Are you READY?”
Mere words are inadequate to describe Jack’s response when I commenced my ticklish assault on that most delicate portion of his masculine anatomy! He went all tense for an instant, then convulsed so violently that the sweat flew from his body! He howled and grunted behind the duct tape like a man being subjected to a series of electric shocks! But all I was doing was stroking his swaying scrotum with the tip of a feather—!
And it worked! Oh, it worked, for within a couple of minutes I could tell from the tense state of his balls that my ticklish stud was in a manly way! I scurried around the frame to verify my surmise—and was rewarded with the sight of an impressive erection.
“See?” I whispered. “I just KNEW you could do it, sweet cheeks! Because you DO like my tickles, don’t you?” I stepped close and put my hand on his chest. “Now let’s see if I can make you CUM with my feather!”
Jack produced an affirmative-sounding grunt. I toyed with his damp chest hair for a moment, then stepped back. I knelt. I flourished the feather. And with a sigh of satisfaction, I swirled it over the swollen head of his yearning member…
“MMMMMMPH!!!” Jack moaned. He arched his back and gyrated his hips in response to the feather’s sweet, tormenting kiss.
“And to think that you’re getting PAID for this!” I taunted him as I tickled around the base of his cock. “Maybe I should be asking MORE for my money—!”
If Jack heard that, he didn’t allow it to distract him from the business at hand. He was obviously getting close…very close…and only one thing mattered to him now…
“Think you can DO it for me?” I whispered. “Come ON, you horny stud, give it UP for me! Tickle, tickle, TICKLE—who wants to SQUIRT…?”
Jack squeezed out a tiny, gleaming drop of pre-cum…then another…and another…
“If you can’t CUM, I’ll have to keep TICKLING you!” I threatened. “I’ll tickle you SILLY—I’ll tickle you to BITS—!”
“UGH!” Jack grunted. “UGH-UGH-GRRRRRRUUUUUUGH—!!!”
And that did it!
I scooted to one side just in time to avoid getting a face full of my ticklish stud’s most precious bodily essence! He writhed and squirmed with mad abandon as he emptied his balls in half a dozen muscular spurts, each accompanied by a throaty, lustful grunt of ecstasy! The he dribbled a bit, gasping for air behind the duct tape.
I felt like applauding! I also felt like jacking off…
But instead I stepped over to the frame and removed the duct tape that had sealed his mouth shut. My first GILT gasped desperately for breath. But the expression on his face was strangely blissful…
“That was great, sweet cheeks!” I whispered. “And just like I promised, I won’t tickle you any more…”
“God, that was so PERVERTED!” he moaned. “I can’t believe that I fucking DID it!”
“So you hated it?” I asked. “You hated being tied up naked, being tickled, being forced to cum, by another guy? Because you’re not that way? I understand. It made you feel dirty…and humiliated…”
“Yeah…yeah,” he whispered. “But…but…”
“What?”
“We still have an hour,” Jack whispered. “I want to go again…”
“Well,” I replied after a pause, “as long as you promise to give me my money’s worth…”
What happened next? Suffice to say that Jack’s fee turned out to be the best five thousand dollars I’d ever spent! And it was just the beginning of a beautiful business relationship!
