Vinny committed a big mistake when he went into business for himself without informing the Family. And Tommy was more than happy to make the handsome stud pay for his error! In "Who's Your Best Friend?" Vinnie was made to realize the error of his ways. But his punishment didn't end there…
Best Friends Forever
By
T.T. Gore
With a sly smile, I lovingly caressed Vinnie’s hirsute chest. This caused him to writhe visibly and my smile became a smirk.
“So how’s my switch-hitting stud today?” I inquired snottily. “How’s my bi boy toy…?”
“Please don’t TALK to be that way!” he sniveled. “It’s so HUMILIATING—!”
“Oh, just stop it!” I scolded him “We both know, big boy, that you’ve come to ENJOY the little games we play together!”
To this Vinnie made no reply. He merely blushed and looked away.
I should mention that we were cozily ensconced in the guest bedroom of my parents’ lakeside vacation home. It being the off season our privacy was assured. And privacy was essential! Vinnie and I were stark naked, kneeling face to face at the foot of the old four-poster bed that dominated the room.
“Mmmm…” I whispered teasing a nipple with my fingertip until it hardened. “You enjoy being tied up and spanked and tickled and jerked off, don’t you? And you enjoy being nice to me…”
“Do we have to DISCUSS it?” he whined. “Oh GOD! I’m so ASHAMED—!”
Well, that was just fine with me! The fact that Vinnie hated himself for loving the things I made him do was half the fun! Anyhow, it was his own stupid fault. If he hadn’t been running a same-sex escort service on the side—and without the Family’s approval—he’d never have fallen into my eager clutches. And besides, was this not a case of the punishment fitting the crime…?
“Not to WORRY, big boy!” I patted his cheek reassuringly. “No one needs to know about our little…arrangement. And as long as we’re discreet no one will ever realize that we’re such special friends…”
For a moment we gazed silently into one another’s eyes. Vinnie’s expression was one with which I’d grown familiar over the month-long course of our clandestine affair: an amalgam of joy, pain and desperation. It gave me considerable satisfaction.
“So are you ready for your punishment?” I whispered. “Ready to be chastised and tickled like the naughty boy you are…?”
“Omygod!” he whined by way of reply. I glanced down and was not surprised to see that his cock was rigidly erect.
“I have a surprise for you today, big boy,” I said as we rose from our knees. “Lie down on the bed, now…”
“W-w-w-what kind of surprise?” Vinnie stammered as he assumed the position.
“First let’s get you comfortable.”
With practiced rapidity I secured his wrists and ankles to the corner posts of the bed using four bathrobe belts I’d collected from various bedroom closets. That accomplished I knelt by the side of the bed, putting a hand on Vinnie’s trembling thigh.
“Tell me, big boy,” I cooed. “Have you ever had your sexy feet worshipped…?”
“My FEET worshipped?!”
“Kissed and licked and nibbled and pampered,” I clarified.
“That’s just PERVERTED!” he cried. “Omygod! You CAN’T—!”
“Hmmm, I thought you might react that way. That’s why I tied you down first.” I ran my hand along his leg, relishing the way in which the dark hairs tickled the palm of my hand. “But I’m betting you’ll come to like it…”
“Oh PLEASE Tommy!” he pleaded, jerking his limbs in a futile attempt free them from their bonds. “Just TICKLE me, okay? Tickle me SILLY! But don’t go kissing my fucking FEET—!”
“You mean like THIS?” I snickered, dancing my fingers down the length of his leg.
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vinnie squealed.
“And like THIS?” I added, stroking his defenseless balls.
“GAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!
“Or how about THIS?” I concluded, mounting the bed to kneel between his wide-open thighs and plunging my fingers into his exposed armpits!
“YAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!”
Poor Vinnie! He writhed and wiggled and laughed like a fucking LUNATIC as I tickled his torso with sharp-nailed fingers. I kept it up until he was pink-faced and gasping for breath. Then I toyed with his yearning penis until he squeezed out a drop of pre-cum.
“BAD boy!” I admonished him. “Look how EXCITED you’ve become! Well, if you were hoping for a happy ending I’m afraid you’re going to be terribly DISAPPOINTED!
“Ugh…” Vinnie grunted. “Ugh…ugh…ugh…”
Truth be told I was feeling somewhat disappointed myself! Tickling my handsome bestie always made me SO fucking HORNY! I was sorely tempted to jerk off right then and there—and squirt all the fuck OVER him! But with a considerable effort I managed to bring myself under control.
“Now where were we?” I asked rhetorically. “Ah! That’s right! I was proposing to worship your feet and you were objecting to the idea. Well, big boy, if you DO want a happy ending this afternoon you’d better get with the program!”
“Pleeeease…no…don’t…” Vinnie wheezed. But I paid him no mind whatsoever as I slipped off the bed to kneel on the rug, where his bare feet protruded over the edge of the mattress. They wiggled prettily.
“How about a little foot bath for starters?” I sighed. “Don’t go anywhere, big boy! I’ll be right back!”
There was a bathroom just down the hall and from it I retrieved the things I needed: a basin of warm, soapy water, a washcloth, a towel, a small scrub brush, a toothbrush and a big bottle of baby lotion—the pink stuff with the slightly sickly smell.
“It looks like you take pretty good care of your feet,” I observed as I arranged things. “But there’s always room for improvement!”
So saying I dampened the washcloth and began to cleanse Vinnie’s squirming left foot!
My bestie squirmed on the bed and whined as I worked. At first his whining took the form of protests but gradually they changed to inarticulate expressions of pleasure. By the time I started on his right foot he was positively MOANING!
“I think you’ll enjoy this next part!” I snickered, reaching for the scrub brush.
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vinnie squealed as I very gently scrubbed first one foot, then the other. “EEEEEE-EEEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“And now…” I sighed, laying the scrub brush aside and reaching for the toothbrush.
“HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!” he shrieked, squirming so energetically that the frame of the bed squeaked. “HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!”
“Can’t neglect the spaces between your cute TOES!” I exclaimed as I plied the toothbrush. “So how does it FEEL, big boy?”
“OH GAAAAW-HAW-AAAAW-HAW-HAAAAWD!!!” he howled. “NO MOOOOOORE!!!”
But somehow I could tell that Vinnie LIKED what I was doing and a quick glance at his prone body verified that supposition! Goose bumps had caused the hairs on his quivering legs to stand up like tiny quills—and my switch-hitting stud was now in a VERY manly way indeed!
Probably I employed the toothbrush longer than was strictly necessary—but he DID seem to be enjoying himself! As was I! Eventually, however, I put it aside, toweled his feet dry and picked up the bottle of baby lotion.
“Oh, my GOODNESS!” Vince whined as I anointed and massaged his right foot. “That feels so WONDERFUL—!”
“Didn’t I promise that you’d LIKE it, big boy?” I whispered. “And you do, don’t you…?”
“Oh YES!” he blubbered. “I DO like it, Tommy! I like it SO fucking MUCH—!”
The heady aroma of baby lotion permeated the room as I treated my bestie’s sexy feet to a prolonged massage. Ah, how I relished the sight of his wiggling toes and the sound of his moans! From time to time I employed a well-lubricated hand to caress my yearning member…slowly, so as not to lose control of my emotions and make a mess. Things went on in this way for many blissful minutes…
Finally I moved from the foot to the side of the bed. Once again I laid a hand on Vinnie’s thigh.
“Oh TOMMY!” he gasped. “I never knew it could BE like this—!”
“It can be a lot better than this, big boy,” I replied, moving my hand higher on his thigh. “But of course, you’re not really that way, are you? Isn’t that what you’re always telling me? So perhaps we should stop…”
“No!” he cried. “Yes! Oh, I just don’t KNOW—!”
“Well,” I noted, “there’s really no rush. We have plenty of time, big boy! And come to think of it, I don’t think you’ve really LAUGHED enough for me!”
“BWAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Vinnie howled as I assaulted his tenderized soles with my well-honed fingernails. “OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!”
“So who’s your best FRIEND?” I sneered, tweaking his toes. “Who knows what you REALLY want? Who makes you HAPPY, big boy?”
“YOOOOOOU-HUUUU-HUUUU-HUUUU!!!” he squealed. “OH PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!!”
“Please TICKLE your feet?” I snickered. “Gladly! Because you LOVE it, don’t you? You love to LAUGH for me don’t you?”
And Vinnie did laugh! He shrieked and bellowed and bounced his naked ass on the mattress and jerked his limbs in a futile attempt to free himself from his bonds. The musky aroma of his sweaty arousal mingled with the sickly scent of the baby lotion. A glance verified that the swollen head of his rigid joystick was now well lubricated with pre-cum. Would it actually be possible, I wondered, to tickle my switch-hitting stud to orgasm? It was certainly worth a try!
But alas, despite my best efforts Vinnie proved unable to achieve the sweet release he so ardently craved! Even so I persisted until his laughter faded to a gasping wheeze. Then, with a certain reluctance, I suspended my ticklish assault. Moving to the side of the bed, I knelt and put a hand on his heaving chest.
“You know,” I said, toying with his chest hair, “it occurs to me, big boy, that having been introduced to the pleasures of guys-only slap and tickle, you might be tempted to sample your own wares.”
“Heeeeeeee…” Vince wheezed. “Heeeeeeee…heeeeeeee…heeeeeeee…”
“But that simply won’t do,” I continued. “For the foreseeable future I intend to keep you all to myself. You still have so much to learn…”
“Heeeeeeee…”
“For instance,” I went on as I mounted the bed to kneel between his legs, “there’s the need for you to exercise cum control…by which I mean no orgasms without permission…”
“Pleeeeeeee-heeee-heeee-heeeeeeeese…”
“Now I can see that you’re ready to cum right now,” I snickered. “Just LOOK at the state of your precious PENIS! My tickles turn you on, big boy, don’t they?”
Vince moaned and trembled as I closed my hand around his upright organ. I stroked it for a moment, smiling salaciously as he arched his back and gyrated his ass.
“Oh Tommy PLEASE!” he blubbered. “You’re TORTURING me—!”
“Hmmm,” I sighed, still stroking his rigid shaft. “I suppose I am…but that’s what you like, isn’t it…?”
“Oh Jesus GOD!” he cried. “I’m getting CLOSE—!”
“Want me to go fast?”
“Oh PLEASE—!”
So I went fast—and Vince trembled—and he squirmed—and he whined—and he made funny faces—and finally, with a muscular joyous grunt, he emptied his balls all over his tense belly and his heaving chest!
“Tsk, tsk,” I clucked, surveying the mess. “I don’t believe I gave you PERMISSION to do that!”
“Oh Tommy!” he sobbed “I’m SORREEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Not as sorry as you’re GOING to be!” I sneered, raking his thighs with my sharp nails. “Oh, are you LEGS ticklish, big boy? Can’t you TAKE it?!”
“YAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!” Vince screamed, writhing like a weasel in heat. “PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!! OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO!!! OH NOT MY LEG-HEEEG-EEEEG-HEEEEG-HEEEEEGS!!!”
“Then how about your RIBS?” I inquired, shifting the focus of my assault.
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” he squealed. “EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Next time maybe you’ll remember to control your EMOTIONS!” I yelled, darting my fingers into his defenseless armpits. "Maybe you'll remember whose orgasms receive PRIORITY in this relationship—!"
“EEEEYAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-EEEEYAAAA-HAA-HAA!!!”
“LAUGH for me, big boy!” I commanded. “Louder! I said LOUDER! Laugh your handsome fucking HEAD off for me! Laugh your sexy fucking ASS off for me—!”
Poor Vince did all that for me—and more! Oh, he protested—and he begged—and while I spanked him he even wept. But as I reminded him from time to time he really had no choice in the matter. And whether he admitted it to himself or not the truth was that deep in his heart Vice craved the painful and hilarious punishments and demanding caresses that I meted out to him.
“Oh, what have you DONE to me?!” he cried much later as we snuggled together under the bedcovers, exhausted by our orgasmic efforts.
“Nothing that you didn’t want me to do…” I whispered, tickling a rigid nipple affectionately. “But you still have much to learn, big boy…”
Best Friends Forever
By
T.T. Gore
With a sly smile, I lovingly caressed Vinnie’s hirsute chest. This caused him to writhe visibly and my smile became a smirk.
“So how’s my switch-hitting stud today?” I inquired snottily. “How’s my bi boy toy…?”
“Please don’t TALK to be that way!” he sniveled. “It’s so HUMILIATING—!”
“Oh, just stop it!” I scolded him “We both know, big boy, that you’ve come to ENJOY the little games we play together!”
To this Vinnie made no reply. He merely blushed and looked away.
I should mention that we were cozily ensconced in the guest bedroom of my parents’ lakeside vacation home. It being the off season our privacy was assured. And privacy was essential! Vinnie and I were stark naked, kneeling face to face at the foot of the old four-poster bed that dominated the room.
“Mmmm…” I whispered teasing a nipple with my fingertip until it hardened. “You enjoy being tied up and spanked and tickled and jerked off, don’t you? And you enjoy being nice to me…”
“Do we have to DISCUSS it?” he whined. “Oh GOD! I’m so ASHAMED—!”
Well, that was just fine with me! The fact that Vinnie hated himself for loving the things I made him do was half the fun! Anyhow, it was his own stupid fault. If he hadn’t been running a same-sex escort service on the side—and without the Family’s approval—he’d never have fallen into my eager clutches. And besides, was this not a case of the punishment fitting the crime…?
“Not to WORRY, big boy!” I patted his cheek reassuringly. “No one needs to know about our little…arrangement. And as long as we’re discreet no one will ever realize that we’re such special friends…”
For a moment we gazed silently into one another’s eyes. Vinnie’s expression was one with which I’d grown familiar over the month-long course of our clandestine affair: an amalgam of joy, pain and desperation. It gave me considerable satisfaction.
“So are you ready for your punishment?” I whispered. “Ready to be chastised and tickled like the naughty boy you are…?”
“Omygod!” he whined by way of reply. I glanced down and was not surprised to see that his cock was rigidly erect.
“I have a surprise for you today, big boy,” I said as we rose from our knees. “Lie down on the bed, now…”
“W-w-w-what kind of surprise?” Vinnie stammered as he assumed the position.
“First let’s get you comfortable.”
With practiced rapidity I secured his wrists and ankles to the corner posts of the bed using four bathrobe belts I’d collected from various bedroom closets. That accomplished I knelt by the side of the bed, putting a hand on Vinnie’s trembling thigh.
“Tell me, big boy,” I cooed. “Have you ever had your sexy feet worshipped…?”
“My FEET worshipped?!”
“Kissed and licked and nibbled and pampered,” I clarified.
“That’s just PERVERTED!” he cried. “Omygod! You CAN’T—!”
“Hmmm, I thought you might react that way. That’s why I tied you down first.” I ran my hand along his leg, relishing the way in which the dark hairs tickled the palm of my hand. “But I’m betting you’ll come to like it…”
“Oh PLEASE Tommy!” he pleaded, jerking his limbs in a futile attempt free them from their bonds. “Just TICKLE me, okay? Tickle me SILLY! But don’t go kissing my fucking FEET—!”
“You mean like THIS?” I snickered, dancing my fingers down the length of his leg.
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vinnie squealed.
“And like THIS?” I added, stroking his defenseless balls.
“GAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!
“Or how about THIS?” I concluded, mounting the bed to kneel between his wide-open thighs and plunging my fingers into his exposed armpits!
“YAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!”
Poor Vinnie! He writhed and wiggled and laughed like a fucking LUNATIC as I tickled his torso with sharp-nailed fingers. I kept it up until he was pink-faced and gasping for breath. Then I toyed with his yearning penis until he squeezed out a drop of pre-cum.
“BAD boy!” I admonished him. “Look how EXCITED you’ve become! Well, if you were hoping for a happy ending I’m afraid you’re going to be terribly DISAPPOINTED!
“Ugh…” Vinnie grunted. “Ugh…ugh…ugh…”
Truth be told I was feeling somewhat disappointed myself! Tickling my handsome bestie always made me SO fucking HORNY! I was sorely tempted to jerk off right then and there—and squirt all the fuck OVER him! But with a considerable effort I managed to bring myself under control.
“Now where were we?” I asked rhetorically. “Ah! That’s right! I was proposing to worship your feet and you were objecting to the idea. Well, big boy, if you DO want a happy ending this afternoon you’d better get with the program!”
“Pleeeease…no…don’t…” Vinnie wheezed. But I paid him no mind whatsoever as I slipped off the bed to kneel on the rug, where his bare feet protruded over the edge of the mattress. They wiggled prettily.
“How about a little foot bath for starters?” I sighed. “Don’t go anywhere, big boy! I’ll be right back!”
There was a bathroom just down the hall and from it I retrieved the things I needed: a basin of warm, soapy water, a washcloth, a towel, a small scrub brush, a toothbrush and a big bottle of baby lotion—the pink stuff with the slightly sickly smell.
“It looks like you take pretty good care of your feet,” I observed as I arranged things. “But there’s always room for improvement!”
So saying I dampened the washcloth and began to cleanse Vinnie’s squirming left foot!
My bestie squirmed on the bed and whined as I worked. At first his whining took the form of protests but gradually they changed to inarticulate expressions of pleasure. By the time I started on his right foot he was positively MOANING!
“I think you’ll enjoy this next part!” I snickered, reaching for the scrub brush.
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vinnie squealed as I very gently scrubbed first one foot, then the other. “EEEEEE-EEEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“And now…” I sighed, laying the scrub brush aside and reaching for the toothbrush.
“HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!” he shrieked, squirming so energetically that the frame of the bed squeaked. “HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!”
“Can’t neglect the spaces between your cute TOES!” I exclaimed as I plied the toothbrush. “So how does it FEEL, big boy?”
“OH GAAAAW-HAW-AAAAW-HAW-HAAAAWD!!!” he howled. “NO MOOOOOORE!!!”
But somehow I could tell that Vinnie LIKED what I was doing and a quick glance at his prone body verified that supposition! Goose bumps had caused the hairs on his quivering legs to stand up like tiny quills—and my switch-hitting stud was now in a VERY manly way indeed!
Probably I employed the toothbrush longer than was strictly necessary—but he DID seem to be enjoying himself! As was I! Eventually, however, I put it aside, toweled his feet dry and picked up the bottle of baby lotion.
“Oh, my GOODNESS!” Vince whined as I anointed and massaged his right foot. “That feels so WONDERFUL—!”
“Didn’t I promise that you’d LIKE it, big boy?” I whispered. “And you do, don’t you…?”
“Oh YES!” he blubbered. “I DO like it, Tommy! I like it SO fucking MUCH—!”
The heady aroma of baby lotion permeated the room as I treated my bestie’s sexy feet to a prolonged massage. Ah, how I relished the sight of his wiggling toes and the sound of his moans! From time to time I employed a well-lubricated hand to caress my yearning member…slowly, so as not to lose control of my emotions and make a mess. Things went on in this way for many blissful minutes…
Finally I moved from the foot to the side of the bed. Once again I laid a hand on Vinnie’s thigh.
“Oh TOMMY!” he gasped. “I never knew it could BE like this—!”
“It can be a lot better than this, big boy,” I replied, moving my hand higher on his thigh. “But of course, you’re not really that way, are you? Isn’t that what you’re always telling me? So perhaps we should stop…”
“No!” he cried. “Yes! Oh, I just don’t KNOW—!”
“Well,” I noted, “there’s really no rush. We have plenty of time, big boy! And come to think of it, I don’t think you’ve really LAUGHED enough for me!”
“BWAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Vinnie howled as I assaulted his tenderized soles with my well-honed fingernails. “OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!”
“So who’s your best FRIEND?” I sneered, tweaking his toes. “Who knows what you REALLY want? Who makes you HAPPY, big boy?”
“YOOOOOOU-HUUUU-HUUUU-HUUUU!!!” he squealed. “OH PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!!”
“Please TICKLE your feet?” I snickered. “Gladly! Because you LOVE it, don’t you? You love to LAUGH for me don’t you?”
And Vinnie did laugh! He shrieked and bellowed and bounced his naked ass on the mattress and jerked his limbs in a futile attempt to free himself from his bonds. The musky aroma of his sweaty arousal mingled with the sickly scent of the baby lotion. A glance verified that the swollen head of his rigid joystick was now well lubricated with pre-cum. Would it actually be possible, I wondered, to tickle my switch-hitting stud to orgasm? It was certainly worth a try!
But alas, despite my best efforts Vinnie proved unable to achieve the sweet release he so ardently craved! Even so I persisted until his laughter faded to a gasping wheeze. Then, with a certain reluctance, I suspended my ticklish assault. Moving to the side of the bed, I knelt and put a hand on his heaving chest.
“You know,” I said, toying with his chest hair, “it occurs to me, big boy, that having been introduced to the pleasures of guys-only slap and tickle, you might be tempted to sample your own wares.”
“Heeeeeeee…” Vince wheezed. “Heeeeeeee…heeeeeeee…heeeeeeee…”
“But that simply won’t do,” I continued. “For the foreseeable future I intend to keep you all to myself. You still have so much to learn…”
“Heeeeeeee…”
“For instance,” I went on as I mounted the bed to kneel between his legs, “there’s the need for you to exercise cum control…by which I mean no orgasms without permission…”
“Pleeeeeeee-heeee-heeee-heeeeeeeese…”
“Now I can see that you’re ready to cum right now,” I snickered. “Just LOOK at the state of your precious PENIS! My tickles turn you on, big boy, don’t they?”
Vince moaned and trembled as I closed my hand around his upright organ. I stroked it for a moment, smiling salaciously as he arched his back and gyrated his ass.
“Oh Tommy PLEASE!” he blubbered. “You’re TORTURING me—!”
“Hmmm,” I sighed, still stroking his rigid shaft. “I suppose I am…but that’s what you like, isn’t it…?”
“Oh Jesus GOD!” he cried. “I’m getting CLOSE—!”
“Want me to go fast?”
“Oh PLEASE—!”
So I went fast—and Vince trembled—and he squirmed—and he whined—and he made funny faces—and finally, with a muscular joyous grunt, he emptied his balls all over his tense belly and his heaving chest!
“Tsk, tsk,” I clucked, surveying the mess. “I don’t believe I gave you PERMISSION to do that!”
“Oh Tommy!” he sobbed “I’m SORREEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Not as sorry as you’re GOING to be!” I sneered, raking his thighs with my sharp nails. “Oh, are you LEGS ticklish, big boy? Can’t you TAKE it?!”
“YAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!” Vince screamed, writhing like a weasel in heat. “PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!! OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO!!! OH NOT MY LEG-HEEEG-EEEEG-HEEEEG-HEEEEEGS!!!”
“Then how about your RIBS?” I inquired, shifting the focus of my assault.
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” he squealed. “EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Next time maybe you’ll remember to control your EMOTIONS!” I yelled, darting my fingers into his defenseless armpits. "Maybe you'll remember whose orgasms receive PRIORITY in this relationship—!"
“EEEEYAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-EEEEYAAAA-HAA-HAA!!!”
“LAUGH for me, big boy!” I commanded. “Louder! I said LOUDER! Laugh your handsome fucking HEAD off for me! Laugh your sexy fucking ASS off for me—!”
Poor Vince did all that for me—and more! Oh, he protested—and he begged—and while I spanked him he even wept. But as I reminded him from time to time he really had no choice in the matter. And whether he admitted it to himself or not the truth was that deep in his heart Vice craved the painful and hilarious punishments and demanding caresses that I meted out to him.
“Oh, what have you DONE to me?!” he cried much later as we snuggled together under the bedcovers, exhausted by our orgasmic efforts.
“Nothing that you didn’t want me to do…” I whispered, tickling a rigid nipple affectionately. “But you still have much to learn, big boy…”
