Click click... click. Pete was lying in his bed, closing the handcuffs that secured his hands together above his head through the steel bedframe. His feet were tied to the lower bedframe with rope. Not fully spread, maybe 3 feet away from each other.
It's his third selfbondage session. He's using the old trick of freezing the key into an ice cube and tying it with thin rope to the bedframe above his hands. His hands are cuffed at the same level as his head, but when the cube is molten, he can reach up to the key and free himself from the bondage.
He is fully naked and placed one of these electric toys on his erect cock which will hopefully give him an orgasm via massage and stimulation before the batteries die out. He is still testing his fantasies as he has not much experience with bondage, being in his mid 20s.
While Pete is getting lost in his fantasy, he noticed a faint noise, like something has broken. But he tried to ignore it and wouldn't want to be disturbed by some noise probably coming from his drunken neighbour. Yet, something is disturbing him. His bedroom was only sparsely lit, but not pitch black dark. Something irritated him through his closed eyes. And as he opened them, he looked right into the light beam coming from a flashlight at the door frame to his bedroom.
Someone completely covered in black clothes was standing in the door frame pointing the flashlight at Pete, looking at this naked young man tied to his bed. Pete couldn't see much of this intruder against the light beam, but he knew instantly that some masked burglar must have gotten into into his house.
Both, Pete and the burglar didn't move. It was one of these moments where the world came to a full stop. Both were obviously surprised and shocked and didn't expect each other. It was like a dozen thoughts were racing through Pete's mind for an eternity, what probably only took 2 or 3 seconds in real time.
Right then, when Pete unintentionally decided that this would be the best moment to scream for help, the burglar decided to literally jump onto Pete to cover his mouth with his black gloved hand. In result, only a short and muffled "HELpmmmmph" made it through the air. Surely nothing anyone outside would take note of.
The burglar ended up sitting or kneeling right on Pete's stomach covering his mouth with his right hand and while he jumped on him, he even ripped off the sex toy from Pete's still erect cock. Pete started to struggle in his bonds and tried a few times to call for help. But he could only manage to make undefined noise through the burglar's glove. The burglar just kept sitting on Pete, covering Pete's mouth without saying anything or any indication of stopping it.
It took almost a minute until Pete stopped struggling and mmmphing and looked into the eyes of the burglar. It was the only thing that wasn't covered in black cloth. But the bedroom was barely lit and even though both faces were only two or three feet away from each other, Pete couldn't make out his eye color. The burglar used his left index finger to make a gesture over his own mouth to shut up and slowly released the pressure of his other hand covering Pete's mouth.
Pete realized that trying to scream again wouldn't probably be the best option, being tied up and totally helpless at the mercy of a burglar. After a few seconds Pete began to talk, quietly, almost whispering.
Pete:
Please... please don't....
Take what you want... I.. I have some money in the kitchen.
I won't scream. You can take anything...
While Pete was talking, he noticed the burglar's view wandering up towards the ice cube and key for the handcuffs. Pete stopped talking and again, like the moment before when they both were freezing for a few seconds, they both seemed to know exactly what was going through each others mind. And just when Pete was thinking about reaching up with his cuffed hands to get the ice cube, the burglar quickly covered the cube with one hand and cut the rope with a small knife, which he pulled out of his pocket while reaching to the cube. He placed the cube on the bedside table, definitely out of reach for Pete's cuffed hands.
Pete:
Please just leave me... Take anything you want... Please.
Pete was relieved when the burglar finally got off the bed and left the room without being in a hurry. Pete heard his toilet flushing. The burglar must have used his toilet. He heard him going through his things. Nothing noisy, but it sounded like someone was looking for something, opening all the drawers and doors. After a few minutes the burglar came back. It looked like he had small bag with him. He placed the bag down on the ground right next to where Pete was lying, so he couldn't really see what was in it. Then the burglar started to open the drawers and doors in the bedroom, like he was still searching for something specific. He opened the big door of Pete's wardrobe, but Pete couldn't see if or what he might take out. Then he turned around, walked up next to him. Pete was sure that he would pick up the bag and finally leave the house. But he was wrong.
The burglar climbed back onto the bed, placing him on top of Pete like he was sitting on him a few minutes ago. Pete struggled nervously in his bonds while the burglar reached to Pete's face covering his mouth again. But this time he also covered his nose too. Pete's struggling intensified as he could barely breathe anymore. He tried to shake of the hand and wiggled his head from left to right, but the burglar was too strong. After about 30 seconds the burglar switched from covering his mouth, to quickly pinching Pete's nose shut, so that Pete was forced to breathe through his mouth. Which he did, of course. But he had only time for one short breath, when the burglar began pushing some piece of cloth deep into his mouth. While Pete was still busy getting some air into his lungs, the burglar used a tie as a gag and to keep the black sock (both previously taken from Pete's wardrobe) in his mouth. He pulled the tie underneath Pete's head and forced the sock into his mouth by making a single knot right over and into Pete's mouth and then pulling both ends back behind his head, finishing up with a double knot.
Pete struggled frantically, knowing that he was now as effectively gagged as he was tied to the bed. And the burglar just gazed stoically at Pete's reluctant struggle while he was sitting on him.
Pete expected the burglar to leave him any minute. What else would he have to do. He doesn't need to worry about Pete at all. Tied up and gagged, he can't even call for help. All of a sudden, the burglar started to peel off his gloves. Pete was still sure that he would leave any second and while he was looking at the burglar's hands, an odd notion came to his mind. He doesn't even know if the burglar is a man or a women. All the black clothes and the sparse light, he couldn't make out any real gender specific traits. He looked at the hands, but no real traits either. Short nails, smooth soft skin... the hands looked slightly more masculine, but could be from a women too. Maybe a sportive, athletic type...
A few seconds long Pete was only wondering about the gender of his burglar. No struggling, no mmmphing. Just his mind taking a short brake from the fear and terror, when a weird sensation ripped him back into reality.
The burglar pinched him into his side with his thumb and index finger. One of those pinches that hurts quite a bit, but tickles even worse. And he kept doing it. He was tickling him? Yes, he was. Pete couldn't help, but started to struggle again. His hands wiggled in his cuffs. His feet pulled a the rope, trying to somehow throw the burglar off of him with his legs. But the burglar kept going, pinching and poking his sides and ribs, slow but steady and stoic, like a machine or a robot programmed to obey his code. The bed began to squeak and squeal as Pete's struggling became more intense. The chain from his handcuffs was constantly rattling against the steel frame. At first, Pete grabbed the frame, trying not to pull by his wrists on his cuffs. But he was unable to keep it this way. Inevitably, he lost it and just pulled with his wrists at his cuffs. Pete was always a fan of handcuffs. And he cuffed his hands to the bed by placing the outer side of the cuffs to the inner side of his wrists. It's the opposite way of how you would usually cuffing someone's hands in front or on the back. This way, it makes it easier and even more comfortable to struggle when your hands are handcuffed to something above your head. But Pete wasn't planning to struggle that much. And it already started to hurt him.
But that didn't matter. Pete was tickled by a burglar, while lying naked tied-up in his bed. He couldn't believe it. The room was filled with Pete's mmmphing and muffled screams and rattling of handcuffs and the steel bedframe squealing.
The burglar kept going and going and going, focusing on tickling both sides. He explored every inch with his pinching and poking fingertips, while Pete struggled frantically in his bonds, unable to do anything about it. He couldn't even beg him to stop. Although, sometimes it sounded like a muffled
Please stop. Pleeaaase.... What...Noo.
But it was hardly noticeable. Even Pete probably didn't knew what he was trying to scream into his gag. He tried to make eye contact with the burglar to signal him that he can't take anymore tickling, but the burglar ignored him. He kept tickling his sides for an eternity.
After minutes and minutes of nonstop and relentless tickling, the burglar stopped. Pete was breathing heavily while his body already started getting wet with his own sweat. The burglar's hands slowly wandered up Pete's chest while he was expecting the next tickling pinch with his eyes still closed from all the ticklish agony. When the hands reached and touched both of his nipples, Pete's body made a short and involuntary jerk. It was just a reflex, he was very sensitive on his nipples.
But then Pete noticed a noise and opened his eyes.
The burglar opened the drawer of the bedside table, like he was looking for something. And he immediately found it. He pulled out the ropes that Pete was storing in the drawer, like all the rest of his bondage stuff that he kept there. The burglar examined the ropes and picked out four white strings, each about 5 feet long. Pete looked questioningly at him. More rope? What... why would he need more rope? He should just leave me alone. Maybe he is going to take it with him, like the money? Pete was still exhausted, when the burglar stood up and began to tie one rope around his left elbow. Pete groaned mmphing into his gag, pulling reluctantly at his cuffs, still not knowing what the rope was for. When the burglar finished the knot at his elbow, he pulled hard at the rope and fastened it on the lower left outside of the bed frame. Pete couldn't believe it, the burglar added more rope, making him even more unable to move his limbs? This is insane. The burglar walked over to the other side and did the same with Pete's right elbow. His arms were now tightly secured to the bed and he couldn't even close the arms across his face. The burglar continued to do the same with Pete's knees.
Oh god, this is a pervert, thought Pete. He has a knife. He is going to kill me. Pete panicked and began desperately struggling and pulling on his handcuffs, like he was searching for some weak spot in the bed frame. The burglar climbed back onto his tied-up victim and Pete tried again to beg him through his gag, but all that came out was:
Mmmph...mph...MMMMPHHH
And without any warning, the burglar began to tickle Pete's armpits.
The whole bed erupted in a shock wave created by Pete's initial struggle-jerk. Again, just a reflex to the sudden tickle sensation. But Pete continued to struggle heavily while the burglar continued with his slow, steady and relentless tickle torture. Pete immediately realized what the additional rope was for. And it worked agonizingly perfect. Pete's armpits were helplessly open to any tickle attack the burglar had in mind. He mmphed and struggled like never before. He never knew he was so damn ticklish. It just went on and on and on. No mercy, no pause, no sound by the burglar, just relentless tickling. His body was now fully covered in sweat. The burglar kept poking and scratching his armpits, while Pete was struggling and twitching as much as the bondage and the burglar's weight would allow him to. Pete was throwing his head from side to side. It was the only thing he could still move freely in his predicament.
Eventually after minutes and minutes and minutes of agonizing tickle torture, the burglar stopped.
Pete's chest went up and down, breathing heavily through his nose. He opened his eyes, only to see the burglar waiting with a scarf in his hands. And before he could even think about protesting against it, the burglar placed the scarf over his eyes and knotting it tightly on the back of his head. Pete was too exhausted to even try struggling and keeping the burglar from blindfolding him.
He was still recovering from the intense tickling, when it happened again. Reflexively his whole body jerked, as far as the bonds allowed him to. Like a lightning strike right to the bed.
It was caused when the burglar started to touch and tickle both his nipples. It was such an unbearable sensation. This time Pete struggled only in bursts, not this constant desperate struggling like before. He groaned and mmphed and jerked and struggled.... almost like.... almost like pleasure. The burglar continued touching and fiddling and tickling his nipples without end. And then it happened. Pete noticed something... his dick was growing. This can't happen. Why... Pete knew his nipples were sensitive, but not like that, at least he thought so. What if the burglar noticed it too? Will he notice it at all? Of course he will, Pete thought. He is sitting literally on his crotch.
And while Pete finished his thought, the burglar made a move and quickly switched from sitting on his hips to sitting on his left upper leg. Making room for Pete's now fully erect dick, pointing straight into the air like a rocket ready to launch in Cape Canaveral.
Pete tried to concentrate and to reverse what happened down there, but the burglar was still focusing on his nipples. Pete couldn't help, he was rock hard. It was embarrassing, a nightmare. Not only did he become a helpless tickle toy at the mercy of a total stranger and burglar. No, but now he is showing unmistakably signs of erotic pleasure. Despite the horrifying situation and without his consent.
And then the inevitable happened. The burglar began touching his dick with one hand, while he kept playing with his nipples with his other hand. Pete's initial reaction to the touch of his dick was to retract his hips into the mattress, trying to move away from the burglars grip. But it was to no avail. On the contrary, due to Pete's still slightly struggling and jerking body, the next move by his hips back up resulted in a firm and tidy stroke to his erect penis.
Pete: AHHMMMPPH
The burglar had nothing more to do than holding Pete's dick while playing with his nipples. Pete couldn't believe it. He was still reluctant and trying to get the burglar off of him. But he drove himself deeper and deeper into submission. Becoming a sex toy in the hands of an unknown burglar. Pete started another attempt by trying to violently kicking the burglar off his leg with his tied-up knee and heavily struggling with his hands and arms as much as he could, while mmphing and screaming some undefined groans into the gag and raising his head as much as he could in the direction of the burglar.
But the burglar only responded by switching from playing with his nipples to poking him violently into the side, giving Pete the most painful and torturous tickle sensation he ever had.
Pete screamed: IIHHHHMMMPPHHH
The burglar stopped and switched back to playing with his nipples. Pete realized that he either had to submit to non-consensual pleasure or he will be punished with devastating tickle torture. And subconsciously Pete already made up his mind, even though his body was still somehow reluctant. Which reflected in short bursts of desperate struggles with his cuffed hands and trying to close his legs against his bonds. But eventually, Pete slowed down. And the burglar continued playing with his nipples and even actively stroking his dick.
Pete moaned and groaned into his gag. Half of it was pleasure, half desperation. Soon the burglar found a way of touching Pete's nipple without making him jerk. Pete still didn't like the sensation, but he couldn't help getting aroused by it too. Pete lost any track of time while the burglar interluded his erotic nipple play with non-erotic tickle play on his nipples, creating short bursts of jerk reaction from Pete. But even that couldn't stop him from getting closer and closer to an orgasm. The burglar kept stroking Pete's dick as relentless and stoic as he tickled him before. But the additional nipple sensation helped Pete getting closer and closer. Finally Pete felt like he could come any second, his hips were moving up and down more frequently and it was obvious that his straight rock hard dick was about to explode.
But it didn't happen.
All of a sudden the burglar switched from stroking and nipple play to tickling him with both hands. Again, Pete jerked like a lightning hit the bed and was instantly reverted to a struggling mess. His oral frustration was muffled by the effective gag, which was still in place like it was just tied around his neck, despite the struggling he already went through for what seemed to be over an hour long by now.
The burglar tickled him mercilessly on his sides and armpits, making him struggle heavily under his fingers. His erect dick was swirling through the air like it became a living animated thing of its own. Pete screamed and struggled, the bed squeaked and the handcuffs made that distinctive rattle noise hitting the steel bedframe. The burglar noticed how Pete's erection deteriorated slowly, so he stopped the tickling and switched back to stroking and nipple play.
Pete was angry and embarrassed about how helpless he became and how easy it was to manipulate him into getting turned-on and aroused, despite the non-consensual situation he was in as a victim. He didn't knew if he was more angry towards the burglar toying with him, or towards himself for being so easy to play with. But he couldn't continue his thought for long because the burglar was already successful at getting Pete's dick rock hard again.
The whole scenario was repeated for at least 3 or 4 times. But Pete lost track of everything. He just wanted to come and get it over with.
Again, Pete was getting close to shoot his load. Thoughts were racing through his mind. How long can a human take this. Maybe he will lose consciousness, fade out and the burglar will lose interest. At some point the night will be over and even the burglar had to leave and go home. But that was as far as Pete was able think, when he was again getting closer and closer to his orgasm - again. The burglar's strokes were getting slower and less frequent this time. Previously he just switched to tickling without slowing down. Maybe this time... maybe.... it has to be!
Pete was so exhausted, but still able to tense his whole body towards his orgasm. While the burglar slowed down his strokes even further, Pete intensified his hip movement. Up, down, up, down... The more the burglar slowed down, the more he kept moving his hips.
It has to be now!
He wants it so bad.
Pete's wrists were pulling at his cuffs. His body was worn out but he used all his remaining strength.
Precum dripped from the tip of his dick.
This is it.
It has to be!
And the burglar let go of his dick.
Pete: AAMMmmmph
But he kept playing with his nipples. And Pete pressed his ass deep into the mattress, only to flip it back into the air.
He is coming!
NOW.
His body was so tense, you could see every muscle, despite the fact that Pete was not muscular at all.
And when his hip reached the highest possible point that his restraint would allow him to, it happened.
Pete shot a big load of cum into the air, two or three feet high.
It was a full blown hands free orgasm.
The cum landed somewhere close to his belly while Pete was retracting his hips down into the mattress, only to throw it back up again.
Which resulted in another load erupting from his red, hard, untouched dick, bursting into the air almost two feet high.
Pete groaned as deep and loud as he could. He was pulling at his bonds with every power that was left in him, trying to get some pressure into his freely pointing, super hard penis.
The burglar just kept playing with his nipples. Pete hated it, Pete loved it. Pete hated it.
This isn't over.
There is more.
For a third time Pete retracted his ass deep into the mattress and threw it up into the air.
But this time nothing happened.
He kept his hip in the air, waiting for the rest of his remaining load it to come out.
Pete groaned again, this time in anger and desperation.
Pete: AAMMMMPPPHHHH
His hips were still in the air and his dick waiting for the last shot, when the burglar suddenly grabbed his dick, right then, when Pete was about to lose any confidence to fully finish his orgasm. One single stroke was enough and a third huge load bursts out of Pete's dick, flying through the air while Pete was squealing loud into his gag.
Pete: AAMMMPPHHHH
Oh god, it felt so good.
That touch.
Finally!
Pete's hip dropped lifelessly down back into the mattress. He was totally spent. But it still wasn't over.
Another stroke by the burglar extracted more cum. This time not flying through the air.
But Pete moaned in ecstasy while his body almost shivered due to the relieve.
The burglar stroke a fifth time, still able to extract more cum out of his continuously erect penis.
Pete was in heaven.
It felt sooo good.
And it was badly needed.
Finally.
A sixth stroke followed, but this time without any more cum. The burglar was still playing with his nipples while keeping a firm grip around his dick. Again, the burglar stroke, while Pete slowly began to feel the pain in his wrists from all the struggling and jerking.
The burglar did another stroke that eventually started to feel not good anymore.
Pete was way too exhausted to struggle in protest but he made some noises through his gag signaling the burglar that this is no pleasure anymore.
Shaking his head: MMmph... M-M MM-MM
But the burglar kept stroking, very slowly! And it became increasingly painful.
Pete hoped that his dick would lose the erection any second and the burglar would hopefully lose any further interest.
But neither did his dick, nor the burglar. Maybe the continuous nipple play was responsible for his cock still being fully erect.
Another stroke followed but this time the burglar stopped at the bottom of his shaft, holding the upper half of Pete's dick firmly into the air.
Pete hoped that this is it.
It's over now.
Eventually.
When an unbearable sensation robbed him from any relaxing thoughts.
Pete jerked and screamed. The burglar did something to the tip of his dick.
He used a feather. Pete couldn't see it through his blindfold. But the burglar must have found it earlier while searching his house. He used the tip of the feather to poke right into the piss slit of Pete's red, hard and super sensitive head. Pete jerked as much as he could, trying to get away from his grip. But it was futile. The burglar alternated between stroking his dick and poking it with the feather. Stroke and poke, stroke and poke.
Pete protested as much as he could, beginning to struggle almost as violent as earlier. Eventually the burglar stopped and let go of Pete's dick, which was still hard but not that stiff anymore.
Instead, the burglar opted to give Pete a final tickle torture.
Pete immediately erupted in bursts of muffled laughter and screams and groans. His body started to struggle and wiggle and squirm.
Again, the room was filled with squeals from the bedframe and rattling from the handcuffs, while the burglar kept tickling Pete's sides and armpits.
And then it happened.
Silence.
Pete's mind shut down.
He lost consciousness.
It was too much.
Pete woke up due to some light irritating his eyes. Oh no, he is still here, with his flashlight. But as Pete opened his eyes, he realized it was the sun shining into his bedroom. Pete was still cuffed and tied to his bed, but only as he did by himself the night before. The gag was gone too. He looked around and saw the key to his handcuffs, dangling from where he fastened it hours ago covered in ice, but the ice was gone and the key was ready to use. He reached up with his cuffed hands and released himself from the handcuffs. He got up and untied his feet too, then he sat on his bedside. For a moment he was pondering if everything was just dream. But then his eye caught a small note on his bedside table. He grabbed it and immediately realized that it wasn't written by him.
It said:
Till next time!
It's his third selfbondage session. He's using the old trick of freezing the key into an ice cube and tying it with thin rope to the bedframe above his hands. His hands are cuffed at the same level as his head, but when the cube is molten, he can reach up to the key and free himself from the bondage.
He is fully naked and placed one of these electric toys on his erect cock which will hopefully give him an orgasm via massage and stimulation before the batteries die out. He is still testing his fantasies as he has not much experience with bondage, being in his mid 20s.
While Pete is getting lost in his fantasy, he noticed a faint noise, like something has broken. But he tried to ignore it and wouldn't want to be disturbed by some noise probably coming from his drunken neighbour. Yet, something is disturbing him. His bedroom was only sparsely lit, but not pitch black dark. Something irritated him through his closed eyes. And as he opened them, he looked right into the light beam coming from a flashlight at the door frame to his bedroom.
Someone completely covered in black clothes was standing in the door frame pointing the flashlight at Pete, looking at this naked young man tied to his bed. Pete couldn't see much of this intruder against the light beam, but he knew instantly that some masked burglar must have gotten into into his house.
Both, Pete and the burglar didn't move. It was one of these moments where the world came to a full stop. Both were obviously surprised and shocked and didn't expect each other. It was like a dozen thoughts were racing through Pete's mind for an eternity, what probably only took 2 or 3 seconds in real time.
Right then, when Pete unintentionally decided that this would be the best moment to scream for help, the burglar decided to literally jump onto Pete to cover his mouth with his black gloved hand. In result, only a short and muffled "HELpmmmmph" made it through the air. Surely nothing anyone outside would take note of.
The burglar ended up sitting or kneeling right on Pete's stomach covering his mouth with his right hand and while he jumped on him, he even ripped off the sex toy from Pete's still erect cock. Pete started to struggle in his bonds and tried a few times to call for help. But he could only manage to make undefined noise through the burglar's glove. The burglar just kept sitting on Pete, covering Pete's mouth without saying anything or any indication of stopping it.
It took almost a minute until Pete stopped struggling and mmmphing and looked into the eyes of the burglar. It was the only thing that wasn't covered in black cloth. But the bedroom was barely lit and even though both faces were only two or three feet away from each other, Pete couldn't make out his eye color. The burglar used his left index finger to make a gesture over his own mouth to shut up and slowly released the pressure of his other hand covering Pete's mouth.
Pete realized that trying to scream again wouldn't probably be the best option, being tied up and totally helpless at the mercy of a burglar. After a few seconds Pete began to talk, quietly, almost whispering.
Pete:
Please... please don't....
Take what you want... I.. I have some money in the kitchen.
I won't scream. You can take anything...
While Pete was talking, he noticed the burglar's view wandering up towards the ice cube and key for the handcuffs. Pete stopped talking and again, like the moment before when they both were freezing for a few seconds, they both seemed to know exactly what was going through each others mind. And just when Pete was thinking about reaching up with his cuffed hands to get the ice cube, the burglar quickly covered the cube with one hand and cut the rope with a small knife, which he pulled out of his pocket while reaching to the cube. He placed the cube on the bedside table, definitely out of reach for Pete's cuffed hands.
Pete:
Please just leave me... Take anything you want... Please.
Pete was relieved when the burglar finally got off the bed and left the room without being in a hurry. Pete heard his toilet flushing. The burglar must have used his toilet. He heard him going through his things. Nothing noisy, but it sounded like someone was looking for something, opening all the drawers and doors. After a few minutes the burglar came back. It looked like he had small bag with him. He placed the bag down on the ground right next to where Pete was lying, so he couldn't really see what was in it. Then the burglar started to open the drawers and doors in the bedroom, like he was still searching for something specific. He opened the big door of Pete's wardrobe, but Pete couldn't see if or what he might take out. Then he turned around, walked up next to him. Pete was sure that he would pick up the bag and finally leave the house. But he was wrong.
The burglar climbed back onto the bed, placing him on top of Pete like he was sitting on him a few minutes ago. Pete struggled nervously in his bonds while the burglar reached to Pete's face covering his mouth again. But this time he also covered his nose too. Pete's struggling intensified as he could barely breathe anymore. He tried to shake of the hand and wiggled his head from left to right, but the burglar was too strong. After about 30 seconds the burglar switched from covering his mouth, to quickly pinching Pete's nose shut, so that Pete was forced to breathe through his mouth. Which he did, of course. But he had only time for one short breath, when the burglar began pushing some piece of cloth deep into his mouth. While Pete was still busy getting some air into his lungs, the burglar used a tie as a gag and to keep the black sock (both previously taken from Pete's wardrobe) in his mouth. He pulled the tie underneath Pete's head and forced the sock into his mouth by making a single knot right over and into Pete's mouth and then pulling both ends back behind his head, finishing up with a double knot.
Pete struggled frantically, knowing that he was now as effectively gagged as he was tied to the bed. And the burglar just gazed stoically at Pete's reluctant struggle while he was sitting on him.
Pete expected the burglar to leave him any minute. What else would he have to do. He doesn't need to worry about Pete at all. Tied up and gagged, he can't even call for help. All of a sudden, the burglar started to peel off his gloves. Pete was still sure that he would leave any second and while he was looking at the burglar's hands, an odd notion came to his mind. He doesn't even know if the burglar is a man or a women. All the black clothes and the sparse light, he couldn't make out any real gender specific traits. He looked at the hands, but no real traits either. Short nails, smooth soft skin... the hands looked slightly more masculine, but could be from a women too. Maybe a sportive, athletic type...
A few seconds long Pete was only wondering about the gender of his burglar. No struggling, no mmmphing. Just his mind taking a short brake from the fear and terror, when a weird sensation ripped him back into reality.
The burglar pinched him into his side with his thumb and index finger. One of those pinches that hurts quite a bit, but tickles even worse. And he kept doing it. He was tickling him? Yes, he was. Pete couldn't help, but started to struggle again. His hands wiggled in his cuffs. His feet pulled a the rope, trying to somehow throw the burglar off of him with his legs. But the burglar kept going, pinching and poking his sides and ribs, slow but steady and stoic, like a machine or a robot programmed to obey his code. The bed began to squeak and squeal as Pete's struggling became more intense. The chain from his handcuffs was constantly rattling against the steel frame. At first, Pete grabbed the frame, trying not to pull by his wrists on his cuffs. But he was unable to keep it this way. Inevitably, he lost it and just pulled with his wrists at his cuffs. Pete was always a fan of handcuffs. And he cuffed his hands to the bed by placing the outer side of the cuffs to the inner side of his wrists. It's the opposite way of how you would usually cuffing someone's hands in front or on the back. This way, it makes it easier and even more comfortable to struggle when your hands are handcuffed to something above your head. But Pete wasn't planning to struggle that much. And it already started to hurt him.
But that didn't matter. Pete was tickled by a burglar, while lying naked tied-up in his bed. He couldn't believe it. The room was filled with Pete's mmmphing and muffled screams and rattling of handcuffs and the steel bedframe squealing.
The burglar kept going and going and going, focusing on tickling both sides. He explored every inch with his pinching and poking fingertips, while Pete struggled frantically in his bonds, unable to do anything about it. He couldn't even beg him to stop. Although, sometimes it sounded like a muffled
Please stop. Pleeaaase.... What...Noo.
But it was hardly noticeable. Even Pete probably didn't knew what he was trying to scream into his gag. He tried to make eye contact with the burglar to signal him that he can't take anymore tickling, but the burglar ignored him. He kept tickling his sides for an eternity.
After minutes and minutes of nonstop and relentless tickling, the burglar stopped. Pete was breathing heavily while his body already started getting wet with his own sweat. The burglar's hands slowly wandered up Pete's chest while he was expecting the next tickling pinch with his eyes still closed from all the ticklish agony. When the hands reached and touched both of his nipples, Pete's body made a short and involuntary jerk. It was just a reflex, he was very sensitive on his nipples.
But then Pete noticed a noise and opened his eyes.
The burglar opened the drawer of the bedside table, like he was looking for something. And he immediately found it. He pulled out the ropes that Pete was storing in the drawer, like all the rest of his bondage stuff that he kept there. The burglar examined the ropes and picked out four white strings, each about 5 feet long. Pete looked questioningly at him. More rope? What... why would he need more rope? He should just leave me alone. Maybe he is going to take it with him, like the money? Pete was still exhausted, when the burglar stood up and began to tie one rope around his left elbow. Pete groaned mmphing into his gag, pulling reluctantly at his cuffs, still not knowing what the rope was for. When the burglar finished the knot at his elbow, he pulled hard at the rope and fastened it on the lower left outside of the bed frame. Pete couldn't believe it, the burglar added more rope, making him even more unable to move his limbs? This is insane. The burglar walked over to the other side and did the same with Pete's right elbow. His arms were now tightly secured to the bed and he couldn't even close the arms across his face. The burglar continued to do the same with Pete's knees.
Oh god, this is a pervert, thought Pete. He has a knife. He is going to kill me. Pete panicked and began desperately struggling and pulling on his handcuffs, like he was searching for some weak spot in the bed frame. The burglar climbed back onto his tied-up victim and Pete tried again to beg him through his gag, but all that came out was:
Mmmph...mph...MMMMPHHH
And without any warning, the burglar began to tickle Pete's armpits.
The whole bed erupted in a shock wave created by Pete's initial struggle-jerk. Again, just a reflex to the sudden tickle sensation. But Pete continued to struggle heavily while the burglar continued with his slow, steady and relentless tickle torture. Pete immediately realized what the additional rope was for. And it worked agonizingly perfect. Pete's armpits were helplessly open to any tickle attack the burglar had in mind. He mmphed and struggled like never before. He never knew he was so damn ticklish. It just went on and on and on. No mercy, no pause, no sound by the burglar, just relentless tickling. His body was now fully covered in sweat. The burglar kept poking and scratching his armpits, while Pete was struggling and twitching as much as the bondage and the burglar's weight would allow him to. Pete was throwing his head from side to side. It was the only thing he could still move freely in his predicament.
Eventually after minutes and minutes and minutes of agonizing tickle torture, the burglar stopped.
Pete's chest went up and down, breathing heavily through his nose. He opened his eyes, only to see the burglar waiting with a scarf in his hands. And before he could even think about protesting against it, the burglar placed the scarf over his eyes and knotting it tightly on the back of his head. Pete was too exhausted to even try struggling and keeping the burglar from blindfolding him.
He was still recovering from the intense tickling, when it happened again. Reflexively his whole body jerked, as far as the bonds allowed him to. Like a lightning strike right to the bed.
It was caused when the burglar started to touch and tickle both his nipples. It was such an unbearable sensation. This time Pete struggled only in bursts, not this constant desperate struggling like before. He groaned and mmphed and jerked and struggled.... almost like.... almost like pleasure. The burglar continued touching and fiddling and tickling his nipples without end. And then it happened. Pete noticed something... his dick was growing. This can't happen. Why... Pete knew his nipples were sensitive, but not like that, at least he thought so. What if the burglar noticed it too? Will he notice it at all? Of course he will, Pete thought. He is sitting literally on his crotch.
And while Pete finished his thought, the burglar made a move and quickly switched from sitting on his hips to sitting on his left upper leg. Making room for Pete's now fully erect dick, pointing straight into the air like a rocket ready to launch in Cape Canaveral.
Pete tried to concentrate and to reverse what happened down there, but the burglar was still focusing on his nipples. Pete couldn't help, he was rock hard. It was embarrassing, a nightmare. Not only did he become a helpless tickle toy at the mercy of a total stranger and burglar. No, but now he is showing unmistakably signs of erotic pleasure. Despite the horrifying situation and without his consent.
And then the inevitable happened. The burglar began touching his dick with one hand, while he kept playing with his nipples with his other hand. Pete's initial reaction to the touch of his dick was to retract his hips into the mattress, trying to move away from the burglars grip. But it was to no avail. On the contrary, due to Pete's still slightly struggling and jerking body, the next move by his hips back up resulted in a firm and tidy stroke to his erect penis.
Pete: AHHMMMPPH
The burglar had nothing more to do than holding Pete's dick while playing with his nipples. Pete couldn't believe it. He was still reluctant and trying to get the burglar off of him. But he drove himself deeper and deeper into submission. Becoming a sex toy in the hands of an unknown burglar. Pete started another attempt by trying to violently kicking the burglar off his leg with his tied-up knee and heavily struggling with his hands and arms as much as he could, while mmphing and screaming some undefined groans into the gag and raising his head as much as he could in the direction of the burglar.
But the burglar only responded by switching from playing with his nipples to poking him violently into the side, giving Pete the most painful and torturous tickle sensation he ever had.
Pete screamed: IIHHHHMMMPPHHH
The burglar stopped and switched back to playing with his nipples. Pete realized that he either had to submit to non-consensual pleasure or he will be punished with devastating tickle torture. And subconsciously Pete already made up his mind, even though his body was still somehow reluctant. Which reflected in short bursts of desperate struggles with his cuffed hands and trying to close his legs against his bonds. But eventually, Pete slowed down. And the burglar continued playing with his nipples and even actively stroking his dick.
Pete moaned and groaned into his gag. Half of it was pleasure, half desperation. Soon the burglar found a way of touching Pete's nipple without making him jerk. Pete still didn't like the sensation, but he couldn't help getting aroused by it too. Pete lost any track of time while the burglar interluded his erotic nipple play with non-erotic tickle play on his nipples, creating short bursts of jerk reaction from Pete. But even that couldn't stop him from getting closer and closer to an orgasm. The burglar kept stroking Pete's dick as relentless and stoic as he tickled him before. But the additional nipple sensation helped Pete getting closer and closer. Finally Pete felt like he could come any second, his hips were moving up and down more frequently and it was obvious that his straight rock hard dick was about to explode.
But it didn't happen.
All of a sudden the burglar switched from stroking and nipple play to tickling him with both hands. Again, Pete jerked like a lightning hit the bed and was instantly reverted to a struggling mess. His oral frustration was muffled by the effective gag, which was still in place like it was just tied around his neck, despite the struggling he already went through for what seemed to be over an hour long by now.
The burglar tickled him mercilessly on his sides and armpits, making him struggle heavily under his fingers. His erect dick was swirling through the air like it became a living animated thing of its own. Pete screamed and struggled, the bed squeaked and the handcuffs made that distinctive rattle noise hitting the steel bedframe. The burglar noticed how Pete's erection deteriorated slowly, so he stopped the tickling and switched back to stroking and nipple play.
Pete was angry and embarrassed about how helpless he became and how easy it was to manipulate him into getting turned-on and aroused, despite the non-consensual situation he was in as a victim. He didn't knew if he was more angry towards the burglar toying with him, or towards himself for being so easy to play with. But he couldn't continue his thought for long because the burglar was already successful at getting Pete's dick rock hard again.
The whole scenario was repeated for at least 3 or 4 times. But Pete lost track of everything. He just wanted to come and get it over with.
Again, Pete was getting close to shoot his load. Thoughts were racing through his mind. How long can a human take this. Maybe he will lose consciousness, fade out and the burglar will lose interest. At some point the night will be over and even the burglar had to leave and go home. But that was as far as Pete was able think, when he was again getting closer and closer to his orgasm - again. The burglar's strokes were getting slower and less frequent this time. Previously he just switched to tickling without slowing down. Maybe this time... maybe.... it has to be!
Pete was so exhausted, but still able to tense his whole body towards his orgasm. While the burglar slowed down his strokes even further, Pete intensified his hip movement. Up, down, up, down... The more the burglar slowed down, the more he kept moving his hips.
It has to be now!
He wants it so bad.
Pete's wrists were pulling at his cuffs. His body was worn out but he used all his remaining strength.
Precum dripped from the tip of his dick.
This is it.
It has to be!
And the burglar let go of his dick.
Pete: AAMMmmmph
But he kept playing with his nipples. And Pete pressed his ass deep into the mattress, only to flip it back into the air.
He is coming!
NOW.
His body was so tense, you could see every muscle, despite the fact that Pete was not muscular at all.
And when his hip reached the highest possible point that his restraint would allow him to, it happened.
Pete shot a big load of cum into the air, two or three feet high.
It was a full blown hands free orgasm.
The cum landed somewhere close to his belly while Pete was retracting his hips down into the mattress, only to throw it back up again.
Which resulted in another load erupting from his red, hard, untouched dick, bursting into the air almost two feet high.
Pete groaned as deep and loud as he could. He was pulling at his bonds with every power that was left in him, trying to get some pressure into his freely pointing, super hard penis.
The burglar just kept playing with his nipples. Pete hated it, Pete loved it. Pete hated it.
This isn't over.
There is more.
For a third time Pete retracted his ass deep into the mattress and threw it up into the air.
But this time nothing happened.
He kept his hip in the air, waiting for the rest of his remaining load it to come out.
Pete groaned again, this time in anger and desperation.
Pete: AAMMMMPPPHHHH
His hips were still in the air and his dick waiting for the last shot, when the burglar suddenly grabbed his dick, right then, when Pete was about to lose any confidence to fully finish his orgasm. One single stroke was enough and a third huge load bursts out of Pete's dick, flying through the air while Pete was squealing loud into his gag.
Pete: AAMMMPPHHHH
Oh god, it felt so good.
That touch.
Finally!
Pete's hip dropped lifelessly down back into the mattress. He was totally spent. But it still wasn't over.
Another stroke by the burglar extracted more cum. This time not flying through the air.
But Pete moaned in ecstasy while his body almost shivered due to the relieve.
The burglar stroke a fifth time, still able to extract more cum out of his continuously erect penis.
Pete was in heaven.
It felt sooo good.
And it was badly needed.
Finally.
A sixth stroke followed, but this time without any more cum. The burglar was still playing with his nipples while keeping a firm grip around his dick. Again, the burglar stroke, while Pete slowly began to feel the pain in his wrists from all the struggling and jerking.
The burglar did another stroke that eventually started to feel not good anymore.
Pete was way too exhausted to struggle in protest but he made some noises through his gag signaling the burglar that this is no pleasure anymore.
Shaking his head: MMmph... M-M MM-MM
But the burglar kept stroking, very slowly! And it became increasingly painful.
Pete hoped that his dick would lose the erection any second and the burglar would hopefully lose any further interest.
But neither did his dick, nor the burglar. Maybe the continuous nipple play was responsible for his cock still being fully erect.
Another stroke followed but this time the burglar stopped at the bottom of his shaft, holding the upper half of Pete's dick firmly into the air.
Pete hoped that this is it.
It's over now.
Eventually.
When an unbearable sensation robbed him from any relaxing thoughts.
Pete jerked and screamed. The burglar did something to the tip of his dick.
He used a feather. Pete couldn't see it through his blindfold. But the burglar must have found it earlier while searching his house. He used the tip of the feather to poke right into the piss slit of Pete's red, hard and super sensitive head. Pete jerked as much as he could, trying to get away from his grip. But it was futile. The burglar alternated between stroking his dick and poking it with the feather. Stroke and poke, stroke and poke.
Pete protested as much as he could, beginning to struggle almost as violent as earlier. Eventually the burglar stopped and let go of Pete's dick, which was still hard but not that stiff anymore.
Instead, the burglar opted to give Pete a final tickle torture.
Pete immediately erupted in bursts of muffled laughter and screams and groans. His body started to struggle and wiggle and squirm.
Again, the room was filled with squeals from the bedframe and rattling from the handcuffs, while the burglar kept tickling Pete's sides and armpits.
And then it happened.
Silence.
Pete's mind shut down.
He lost consciousness.
It was too much.
Pete woke up due to some light irritating his eyes. Oh no, he is still here, with his flashlight. But as Pete opened his eyes, he realized it was the sun shining into his bedroom. Pete was still cuffed and tied to his bed, but only as he did by himself the night before. The gag was gone too. He looked around and saw the key to his handcuffs, dangling from where he fastened it hours ago covered in ice, but the ice was gone and the key was ready to use. He reached up with his cuffed hands and released himself from the handcuffs. He got up and untied his feet too, then he sat on his bedside. For a moment he was pondering if everything was just dream. But then his eye caught a small note on his bedside table. He grabbed it and immediately realized that it wasn't written by him.
It said:
Till next time!
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