Commission Series, Revised

Peeping Doesn't Pay... Or Does it?​

by AiritheDestoyer​

Swim practice was just about to end as Brian lifted himself up over the ledge of the water, planting his slender feet at the pool edge. Brushing his damp dark curls out of his blue eyes, he headed for the bench at the far end of the room for his towel. His five-foot-nine, lean muscled frame shivered in the cool air of the pool room. Grabbing his towel, he patted at his evenly tanned complexion and scrubbed his slicked-back hair until it was a damp, wild disarray of curls.

He slapped the towel over his shoulder and promptly marched toward the locker room. The room was abuzz with chatter about plans for that night. Brian kept quiet and dodged through the small crowd toward his locker. As the old locker door creaked open, his ears latched onto a particular conversation.


"Yeah, dude, I heard one of the girls was really a guy," remarked Steve, one of the fastest swimmers on the team.


"No way!" replied the other, one that Brian wasn't familiar with yet.

Shaking his head, Brian swiped a speedstick under his arms and slammed his locker shut as he threw his t-shirt over his head. As he entered the hall and passed by the girls' locker room, he couldn't help but replay the rumor he had just heard: one of them is a guy. Snapping back to reality, he started as he realized the commotion inside the locker room was growing louder rather quickly. For some unknown reason to Brian, he felt panicky so he quickly shuffled farther down the hall. He didn't know why, but he didn't want to be caught outside the girls' locker room. It's just a stupid rumor, he suddenly found himself thinking.


As he continued making his way to his dorm room, he was desperately trying to push the thought clear out of his mind. But he couldn't. No matter what he forced himself to think about, eventually that stupid rumor found its way back into the front of his brain. Brian sighed. Maybe a long shower will help me clear my mind, he thought, unlatching the dead bolt on his dorm room door.


Brian spent the better part of an hour just standing in the shower letting the hot water pound against his tired body, the heat and pressure relaxing his muscles. In a very lazy manner, Brian proceeded to wash the chlorine from his luscious curls. As he lathered up his toned figure, his mind was completely blank, and yet, he found himself sporting a huge hard-on. Brian was totally thrown by this; he never got turned on in the shower like other guys did. As Brian pondered this new development, his need to tame the urge grew and he found himself giving in.


Brian cut the flow of water from the shower head ten minutes later, all evidence of any previous activities being washed down the drain. He stretched and let out a quiet groan, tussled his hair before stepping out onto the cool tiled floor of his bathroom. He yanked the fluffy green towel from the rack and wrapped it loosely around his waist before marching into the bedroom. He slipped into a pair of blue plaid boxers and flopped into the center of his bed, cocooned himself in his comforter and promptly fell asleep.

At swim practice the following day, everything seemed to be back to normal. Brian didn't hear anything more related to last night's rumor and wasn't going to push it any further. By the end of practice, he seemed to have forgotten about yesterday completely. Today, as he headed back to his dorm room, he found himself whistling a cheerful tune.

He swaggered down the hall with a spring in his step. His gaze wandered to the door to the girls' locker room. It was almost halfway open. His cheerful whistle and his swagger drew to a halt. The opening was just wide enough for him to slip through. He looked ahead of him. No one. He looked behind him. Deserted. Brian was alone.


Quietly, he stepped through the opening and into the shadows of the locker room. It was quiet. Brian was beginning to think no one was on here - until he heard the shower start up. Soundlessly, he stepped onto the bench along the half-wall in front of him and peered over the edge.


Ashley stood in front if the shower entrance clad in only her wet one piece swimsuit. Ashley was a fairly pretty girl with light brown hair that hung down to her chin with razor-tipped bangs that almost covered her eyes, which were a lovely shade of green. Her face came to a delicate point. She also had an extremely slender build and was very agile, Brian often noticed.


As she began to peel away the wet cloth, Brian's eyes immediately started to follow its descent. While she fiddled with the straps, she turned to such a degree that Brian had an unobstructed view as the swimsuit slowly slipped past her breasts; her nipples instantly hardening in the cool air. A stirring was beginning in Brian's cargo shorts. He kept his gaze on her supple breasts - which he guessed to be about a "C"-cup.


His eyes lingered on her perfectly round breasts for a few seconds as the swimsuit continued to expose more and more of the female swimmer. Brian's eyes finally caught up to the swimsuit just as it moved past her belly button. The suit finally slid over her hips and fell to the floor around her ankles, finally exposing her pus - PENIS?! Brian's eyes bugged out of his head as he took in the sight. Before he could stop himself, he let out a rather loud, shocked, "Whoa!" that reverberated off the walls of the otherwise silent room.


Brian was paralyzed with dread. Ashley's head snapped to his direction, her eyes wide with fear. But soon they narrowed to thin slits. Brian jerked backward and fell from the bench, his cheeks bright red with embarrassment, he turned and bolted out of the locker room. He ran until he was out in the open around other witn - students. He walked quickly across the courtyard for a minute or two before he dared to look behind him. When he did, he was semi-frantic but she (he?) was nowhere to be found. Brian relaxed instantly and calmly walked back to his dorm.


Brian burst into his dorm room and slammed the door shut, leaning against it and let out a long sigh. Wow. Wow! Ashley is… Ashley is a… Ashley is a he! Brian felt sick to his stomach. He thought it best if he just go to bed. He stripped down to his boxers and crawled onto his bed, not bothering to get under the covers. He was asleep before his head even hit the pillow. Brian was sound asleep. He was so out of it, he didn't hear the deadbolt of his room snap open. He was so unaware of anything around him, he didn't stir when the door slowly eased itself open.


A slim figure crept into the room, and silently eased the door closed, replacing the dead bolt. The figure crept over to the side of Brian's bed, unmoving for a minute or two; just watching. They listened to Brian's breathing, making sure he was, indeed, asleep. Nodding to themselves in satisfaction, they gently swung their bag from their shoulder and placed it at their feet. Pulling a good sized rope from the bag, they set to work. They began by tying one end tightly to the leg of the bed. Then brought the length slowly up and pulled it taut before carefully circling it three times around the nearest ankle. And finally, tied the remaining end on the other side of that ankle to the a slat near the center of the bed. The same technique was repeated to the other foot until it was bound snugly to the bed.


The figure crept farther up the bed, rope in hand. The rope was fastened to the upper leg of the bed. It was wound around the wrist of the sleeping Brian and was slowly pulled until the arm was draped over his head then it was tied off. Another rope was tied to a slat between the ankle and wrist and this rope was pulled around his bicep. When pulled taut, his arm was in an "L" formation, his armpit deep and concave; perfect. A few minutes passed before repeating the same process on the other arm, to ensure Brian was still fast asleep. But eventually the handsome swimmer was effectively lashed to his bed.


Now all there was to do was wait. And wait.

Brian's bedside clock eventually read six o'clock in the morning and began to scream for his attention. Brian finally opened his eyes and swung - tried to swing - what? Brian tried again to swing his arm out but nothing happened. He tiredly turned his head to inspect the situation. He saw ropes around his arm. He was tied - but who…? Suddenly, the alarm clock stopped beeping and Brian looked around confused. The lights flicked on suddenly, causing Brian to snap his eyes closed with a yelp. When he finally opened his eyes, he flinched. Ashley stood at the foot of his bed.


The look on Brian's face was one of pure horror. "Ho-How did you… get in here?" he stammered, his eyes locked on Ashley.


Her reply was quite simple. Silent, she held up a bobby pin.


Brian sighed in frustration. "What do you want?"


Still not speaking, Ashley made her way around to a side of the bed and gently seated herself next to Brian's ribcage. Turning slightly to face him, she cupped her hands over her knee. She looked him right in the eye and said, "You aren't supposed to go into the girls' locker room. You're smart enough to know that, right?"


Brian didn't have an answer. Of course he knew he wasn't supposed to go in there. But he was an average guy. Who would pass up a chance to look? Then the thought occurred to him that if he had known what he was going to see, he surely would have just kept walking. Brian opted for silence but still met Ashley's gaze. He wasn't afraid. What could she do?


"Do you know, or don't you?" Ashley pressed, gently poking at his bared ribcage. Not expecting this, Brian flinched and let out a surprised giggle.


Ashley grinned evilly, to which Brian's eyes grew very wide. He opened his mouth to protest, but as soon as his mouth began to form the first syllable, Ashley's nimble fingers were upon him. He sucked in a sharp breath and held it, determined not to laugh as the tips of her fingers poked and prodded on and between his unprotected ribs; it felt as if he were being electrocuted. It took all his willpower, but he sat very still and chewed on his lower lip. He could hold it, he was tough. He would stay cool, long enough to make her think his earlier reaction was a fluke.


But she was not a fool. Calmly she stopped, resting her small hands right over his deep belly button. Brian knew if she started up again, where her hands currently sat motionless, that he was done for. She seemed to sense this and carefully moved her hands to his sides, just above his hips. Without looking at him, she rephrased her question. He pursed his lips and glared at her. "Okay, then," she sighed.


Her nails once again began to poke and prod at his ribs. They didn't stay there for long though. Slowly her wiggling fingers crept farther up his torso. They paused at the sides of his pectorals and just below his sparse armpits. His nerves and muscles began to tremble and his face was broke out in a most tortured grin, but still he refused to laugh.


"This would be a lot easier if you just answered my question…" With that, her fingers skated through the curls of hair in his outstretched armpits. Back and forth her fingers wiggled, from the tops of his armpits to the bottoms, over and over. He jerked more frantically at his restraints now, but with both his wrists and elbows bound, he could barely move an inch.


He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the murderous sensations being caused by her torturous fingers. For a second, it almost worked - until Ashley, very simply, pinched at the tendons in his armpits, eight fingers nestled in the hair and the thumbs curled up near the collar bone. She rapidly flexed her fingers until… Brian let out a high-pitched shriek and arched off the bed, laughter flowing freely from his now wide open mouth.

"That's more like it," Ashley cheered, continuing her assault.


In addition to the rapid squeezing she inflicted upon him, she started to draw her eight fingers in little teeny tiny circles. Brian jerked and strained against his bonds, helpless laughter bubbling out of him endlessly. His curls whipped through the air as his head flew desperately from side to side. Ashley finally stopped her evil squeezing and switched to making huge circles around the rims of his armpits with her index fingers. His laughter wasn't as manic as before but he couldn't hold it in and soon was giggling like a school boy.


His hair was slightly sticking to his damp forehead as he gasped for air through his giggles. Ashley watched his face intently as her fingers started their descent. She poked and prodded her way back down his ribs, each time eliciting a girlish squeal from his lips. And then suddenly, without warning, her nimble fingers pounced onto his muscled stomach, her fingernails lightly scratching their way along the slightly bulked muscle.


Brian's plea was lost in his laughter that very quickly escalated from boyish giggles to a deep belly laugh that soon changed into shrill hysterics until he was laughing so hard no sound escaped. He frantically bucked up and down on the bed in ticklish agony, trying to twist away from those menacing fingers. Ashley hadn't expected such a strong reaction, but she was going to exploit it, nonetheless.

For ten straight minutes she lazily scratched at his stomach and watched with a bemused look on her face as his strength ebbed away. She was astounded that such a small action could drive him to such hysterics. Once he seemed to be nothing more than a pile of jelly, she leaned in until her face was an inch from his stomach and sucked in a breath. Brian couldn't form words, but his desperation had suddenly reached a new peak.

Raspberries, in Brian's mind, was the worst kind of torture.


The fear on his face intensified as she slowly drew her mouth closer to his helpless stomach, his eyes grew wide and in an attempt to stall her, he started to grasp rapidly, as if he could not breathe. Startled, Ashley looked up, and withdrew her hands from him completely. He immediately began to suck in copious amounts of air, still giggling slightly from the tingling sensation at his stomach.

"Please… please… no more. I can't… I can't stand it. Not… there, oh please, not there…" Ashley was about to ask her question for the third time, but Brian continued, "I'm sorry I went into the locker room. I'm sorry I watched you strip. I'm sorry I.." Brian trailed off. He didn't know what to say. I'm sorry I watched you expose your penis to me? Before Brian could sort through his thoughts, Ashley spoke.

"Have you told anyone?" She asked, as she turned herself around and sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed. Brian flexed his toes in anticipation.


"No." This was true, he had not told anyone of watch he had seen.


"Are you going to?"


Brian must have waited too long to answer because before he could, Ashley started to wiggle her fingers into his toes. Immediately, he clenched them, cutting of the access to their bases. Ashley wouldn't have this. She quite simply grabbed the toes of his left foot and forced them back with one hand and scratched the nails of her other hand along the now exposed bases. Brian's body began to shake. He twisted his ankle to the right and then to the left; he tried to pull it towards himself, but it wouldn't budge.


Brian gasped and sputtered, his eyes squeezed shut, that tortured grin returning to his face. His jaw seemed to lock and he couldn't call out, couldn't plead for the end. He wanted to tell her he wasn't going to tell anyone. But she wouldn't let up. He cried internally as her fiendish nails skated across his immobile sole and swirled along the vulnerable arch.


Glancing up at her prisoner, she noticed the desperate look in his wild blue eyes. She stopped and crawled up between his spread legs and laid down, propped on her forearms against his upper thighs. Something hard was pressed against her chest. Ashley smiled to herself, but otherwise ignored the raging hard-on beneath his thin boxers.


Very gently, she moved one finger toward his defenseless belly button, finally touching down just at the lower edge, her finger unmoving. Brian sucked in a breath and he began to whimper. She was going to kill him, he just knew it. "Do you swear to never tell a soul, so help your ticklish tummy?" Ashley asked, very slowly drawing her finger around the rim of his belly button.


"Yes! No one will ever know, I swear! P-Please don't!" A few nervous, hysterical giggles escaped him.


Ashley then realized he never, not once said the word 'tickle,' and she found it very interesting. She was going to make him say it this time. Or else. "'Please don't' what, Brian?"


"You know!" Brian hastily replied through his continuous nervous giggles.


"Say it," Ashley ordered, lightly stroking an index finger on either side of his belly button.

Brian's laughter immediately escalated and he pressed his ass into his mattress and tried with all his nonexistent might to jerk his legs up in a defensive manner. His laughter was steadily helpless for five solid minutes while Ashley continued her light touches.


But soon she took pity on him and mercifully stopped. "'Please don't' what, now, Brian?"


Shaking, Brian replied in a voice that was just above a whisper, "Please don't t-tickle… me."


"But you love it so," was Ashley's reply as she rubbed her palm over Brian's hardened shaft.

Despite himself, Brian closed his eyes and let out a moan. Ashley smiled at this and stripped off her clothes until she sat completely naked between his legs, lightly stroking her own penis. After a moment, she stopped and took Brian's waistband in hand and quickly jerked it down as far as it would go, revealing his seven inch dick. His eyes snapped open instantly and he began to protest.


"Shh, shh…it's okay." Taking his meat in hand, she slowly began to pump him, to which he responded with a hard hip thrust and a grunt of approval. Her other hand slowly descending toward his balls and before Brian knew what was happening, he felt the quick, gentle flicker of her fingernail teasing behind his balls.


Precum dribbled from his slit and Ashley quickly made use of it as a lubricant, lessening the friction of their skin-to-skin contact. Her hand pumped faster as Brian worked his hips back and forth, giggles occasionally disrupting his deep moans as the tickling sensation in his balls shot to his brain. His dick shuddered in her hold. He was close.


Ashley slowed her pumping until it gradually stopped but continued to tickle his helpless balls, driving him into near hysterics as she started to pump herself to the brink of orgasm. Only then did she take hold again and pumped them over the finish line. An immense warm feeling washed over her and she watched as their dicks erupted simultaneously, splattering both of them with hot cum.

She collapsed between his legs, both of them panting hard. She laid there for a moment until a random fact crawled into her mind. Shakily, she propped herself up on an elbow and reached out, lightly scraping a nail across Brian's quivering stomach. He blanched and shrieked the most blood-curdling shriek she had ever heard.


"No, oh no…" Brian pleaded breathlessly, but he knew it was useless. Ashley had that look of desire in her eyes. He didn't know what came over him, but he found himself saying, "Just make it quick…"

With a squeal of delight, Ashley promptly inhaled and leaned in close to his still quivering stomach and pressed her warm lips to his hot and sweaty flesh, and blew.


The sound that escaped Brian's vocal chords wasn't anywhere near human, it sounded like the angry cry of a wounded animal. Ashley didn't know why, but this filled her with the utmost excitement. She longed to hear it again, but something inside of her stopped her from causing the poor battered boy anymore distress. Ashley shook her head, as if she had forgotten she was supposed to be mad at Brian; he had discovered her secret, after all. Her hand slowly reached out, her eyes moved slowly up from his stomach to his face; he seemed completely lost.

Carefully, she climbed off of the bed and redressed herself. Without a word, she removed the ropes from his wrists, elbows and ankles. Brian instantly brought his tired limbs to his torso and turned on his side, curling into a ball with a shudder. Ashley packed the ropes back into her bag as Brian fell into a deep sleep. A grin found its way to her face as she quietly let herself out.

Ashley pulled her hood up as she stepped into the hallway, pulling the door closed; not wanting to be seen leaving a guy's dorm room this early in the morning.But as she made her way to the front entrance, Ashley didn't see a single soul and let herself relax.A smile found its way to her face again as she headed to her first class of the day; reliving the events of that morning.

She knew she was going to have to do that again...

Nice story. he is a lucky man.

Thanks, glad you enjoyed it!