Switch-hitting Richie's desperate crush on his handsome cousin Darren inspired him to arrange a kinky tryst—but there were unintended consequences!
What a Mess!
by
T.T. Gore
What a Mess!
by
T.T. Gore
“AAAARRRRGH!!!” Darren cried. “Stop TOUCHING me like that—!”
“Now don’t be such a PRUDE!” Richie snickered as he ran his hand through his cousin’s dark chest hair. “Just ADMIT it, cutie buns—you LIKE how I’m touching you!”
“I do NOT!” Darren yelled. “And don’t CALL me that—!”
“You mean you don’t like my pet name for you?” Richie smiled fondly. “But it’s PERFECT for you, cutie buns! You have SUCH a deliciously curvy derriere!”
“Please don’t SAY things like that!” The naked stud jerked his limbs in a futile attempt to get free of the duct tape that bound him, spread-eagled, to the rails of the big brass bed. “And let me GO! Let me go right NOW—!”
“After going to all this trouble?” Richie tweaked a rigid nipple, which caused his captive cousin to emit a girlish squeal of pain. “Those gentlemen I hired to snatch you and deliver you here don’t work cheap! Oh no, cutie buns, we have this house to ourselves for the whole weekend—and I have such PLANS for you!”
“What the fuck do you MEAN?! What KIND of fucking plans?!” In his agitation Darren arched his back and bounced his bare behind on the mattress. “Are you out of your fucking MIND—?!”
“Well, cutie buns,” Richie replied, “if you must know, I’m planning to put you in touch with your true feelings.” Lovingly he caressed his cousin’s chest. “Such as the feelings you have…but won’t admit to yourself…about me…”
“BULLSHIT!” Darren screamed. “I told you BEFORE! I’m not that WAY—!”
“Oh, aren’t you?” Ruefully, Richie shook his head. “Then why you have you been parading around in the nude when you knew I’d see you, hmmm? Could it be that showing off your muscles and your hot legs and your sexy ass to your good-looking stepbrother gives you a rush…?”
To this Darren made no reply, merely tightening his lips. But Richie’s question had struck home. Much as it humiliated him to admit it, even to himself, the naked stud HAD gotten a bit of a thrill out of teasing his slender, silk-skinned cousin. He’d long suspected that Richie had a crush on him, and saw no harm in giving the little twerp an occasional peek at what he’d never, ever, get to touch…
But now fucking Richie WAS touching him—and there wasn’t a single fucking thing that Darren could DO about it! And besides, it was true—this semester he HAD been jerking off with images of Richie, nude and erect, dancing in his head. But that didn’t make him a fucking FAG! He was just—what did they call it?—mildly bi-curious! No big DEAL—!
“Now I understand—truly I do,” Richie cooed. “You’re constrained by certain silly little inhibitions. But cutie buns, we’re not KIDS any more! You’re a senior at Unknown University and I’m a sophomore. So we’re going to get rid of those inhibitions…and put you in touch with your true feelings…and explore those fantasies of yours…and of mine…”
“What does THAT mean?!” Darren yelled. “Get rid of them HOW?!”
And the nude sweetie smiled.
“Tell me, cutie buns,” he whispered, as he climbed onto the bed to kneel between Darren’s knees. “Are you ticklish…?”
And before Darren could reply to that insinuating question, Richie leaned forward and plunged his fingers into the naked stud’s exposed armpits!
“EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Darren bellowed, gyrating his bare behind in a frenzy of anguished hilarity. “IT TICK-HICK-EEEEEE-HICK-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HICK-HICKLES MEEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Well, you know, that’s the whole IDEA!” Richie licked his lips. “I’m going to tickle those silly inhibitions right out of you! What do you think of THAT?!”
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Darren shrieked as sharp nails probed his defenseless hollows. Dear GOD—he’d never suspected how unbearably fucking TICKLISH he truly was! “NAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!”
“That’s it, cutie buns! LAUGH for me!” the nude sweetie commanded, dancing his fingers down to Darren’s ribs. “Laugh your handsome HEAD off for me! Laugh your sexy ASS off for me!”
“OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-HO!!!” the naked stud howled. “OH PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!! NO MOOOORE-HORE-HORE-HORE-HOOOOOORE!!!”
“Oh, LOTS more!” Richie chortled. We’re just getting STARTED, cutie buns!”
And for the next ten minutes, Darren writhed and squirmed and laughed as his face turned pink and the tears ran out of his eyes and goose bumps corrugated his skin and his bare body extruded a delicate sweat. Richie's sharp-nailed fingers scampered to and fro over his helpless cousin’s torso, with particular attention to Darren’s armpits, belly button and nipples.
“Hmmm, I think you’ve earned a short break,” Richie said eventually, smiling as he studied Darren’s pink, contorted, tear-stained face. “It’s going to be a long, late night for you, cutie buns—and we wouldn’t want to wear you out!”
“You little BASTARD!” Darren screamed. “I’ll GET you for this, Richie! I swear to GOD—!”
“You’re actually in no position to be making threats,” the nude sweetie observed. He caressed his captive cousin’s quivering thigh, which caused Darren to whine and tremble. “The reality is, cutie buns, that the duration of your ordeal is for ME to decide!” And to drive this point home, Richie once more darted his fingers into the naked stud’s armpits!
“EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Darren shrieked. “STOP! STOP IT! I’M GOOOO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HOOOOING CRAAAAAA-HAY-ZEEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HE-HE-HEEEEEEEE!!!”
“Let that be a LESSON to you, cutie buns!” Richie chortled, suspending the torture. “The next time you mouth off to me, I won’t be so merciful!”
“B-b-b-but you don’t UNDERSTAND!” Darren sobbed. “I can’t DO what you want! I just CAN’T—!”
“Now you know that’s a lie,” Richie replied. “Because you LIKE my tickles! Why else would your PENIS be standing tall, hmmm?”
And it was true! Darren writhed with humiliation as the horrible truth sank in—being tickled by fucking Richie had somehow turned him ON—!
“Doesn’t that great big erection prove my point, cutie buns?” The nude sweetie smiled as he ran his fingers through the damp, tangled curls of Darren’s pubic hair. “You like me—you really LIKE me!”
“Don’t fucking TOUCH me like that!” Darren screamed. “Omygod! Help! Somebody HELP me—!”
“But that’s what I’m doing, cutie buns…” Richie whispered as he teased the head of Darren’s yearning member with the tip of his index finger. “I’m helping you to get in touch with your true feelings for me, remember…?"
“But you CAN’T!” Darren cried. “I fucking WON’T—!”
“Oh, I think you will…” Richie breathed, leaning forward.
“YAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!” the naked stud bellowed as his armpits were subjected to another ticklish assault. “HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEEEEEE!!!”
He arched his back and bounced his shapely buttocks on the mattress. His rigid joystick jiggled and swayed in rhythm with his desperate struggles. And Darren laughed! Oh, how he laughed! He laughed like a stupid fucking IDIOT! He raised the ROOF of the bedroom with his howling screams of anguished hilarity! And the louder he laughed, the harder Richie TICKLED—!
“Well,” the nude sweetie said eventually, “I suppose I should give you another break.” He surveyed his sweaty, trembling, gasping prisoner with a sardonic smile. “As you lie there getting your breath back, cutie buns, you might want to think about adjusting your attitude toward my modest proposal. Because if you don’t I’m afraid you’re going to be tickled to bits…”
“Uuuugh…uuuugh…uuuugh…” Darren panted by way of reply. His sides and belly ached like a mad BASTARD, his legs were quivering uncontrollably and he was still sporting that humiliating erection. Worst of all, though, was a gruesome sensation of creeping hysteria—a horrible feeling that a bit more torture would drive him right the fuck out of his tiny MIND—!
“You could go crazy, you know,” Richie remarked, seeming to read the naked stud’s disordered thoughts. “I mean really, how much nonstop laughing can a guy stand before he goes totally bugfuck?”
“Please…” Darren moaned. “Oh please…”
“Mmmm, I do like it when you beg.” Richie poked his stepbrother in the ribs, eliciting a yelp. “But I’ll like it even more when you beg to be my pussy boy…”
“But I fucking TOLD you!” Darren sobbed. “I just CAN’T—!”
“Okay, then.” Richie moved to the foot of the bed. “In that case we’ll just have to see how ticklish your FEET are, cutie buns!”
“No! Oh NO!!!” Darren howled. “NOOOO-HO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-HO-HO-HO!!!”
The naked stud writhed madly, jerking his limbs in a futile attempt to slip his bonds. But it was utterly hopeless—HOPELESS! Something pointy was scratching the sole of his left foot! Repeated, unbearably potent jolts of ticklish sensation raced up his leg, raising a crop of goose bumps that made the hairs of that limb stand up and quiver!
“It’s a toothpick, cutie buns,” Richie called. “Works pretty well, doesn’t it?”
“YEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Darren screeched. “OH PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!! LEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEVE MY FEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEET ALOOOOOO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HOOOOOONE!!!”
“But it’s so PRECIOUS, the way your TOES are wiggling, cutie buns!” Richie transferred his attention to the naked stud’s right foot. “You must have VERY tender and sensitive soles!”
Darren squirmed and writhed and begged for mercy and laughed like a fucking LOONY bird—all to no avail! His wicked stepbrother was utterly RELENTLESS, stroking the soles and heels and balls and arches and toes of Darren’s feet with sadistic precision! And worst of all, Darren couldn’t deny to himself that the torture was turning him ON! There was something SO fucking SEXY about being NAKED and HELPLESS and having his FEET tickled! It was giving him a fucking ERECTION that wouldn’t QUIT! Oh, how desperately he wished that his arms were free so that he could STROKE himself! But no! All he could do was wiggle his feet and struggle in his bonds and fucking LAUGH himself SILLY—!
It was a long, long time before Richie again took pity in the naked stud, returning to the side of the bed once more to lay a hand on Darren’s thigh. “I think you’re ready now,” he whispered, moving his hand higher.
“Uuuuh…uuuuh…uuuuh…” Darren gasped.
“Mmmm, yes, cutie buns, I think you’re read to cum for me now…” The nude sweetie petted Darren’s tense balls.
“Oh Jesus GOD!” the naked stud blubbered. “Stop DOING that—!”
But Richie paid his squirming, pleading cousin no mind. As they both knew, Darren didn’t really mean it…
“But I’m not going to make it easy for you,” Richie snickered. He reached down to pick something up: a large, stiff white feather with a pointy black tip. “Let’s see if I can TICKLE it out of you!”
“Omygod!” the naked stud moaned. “Oh no! Not THAT! I fucking CAN’T—!”
“Ah, but I think you CAN, cutie buns!” said Richie as he oh, so gently, stroked the swollen head of Darren’s tumid joystick.
“EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” the naked stud squealed. The feather’s teasing touch sent a potent erotic thrill down his cock, into his balls, his belly and his asshole! Darren arched his back and gyrated his hips in a mute appeal for the release he so ardently craved. “OH PLEEEEEEEEEEEESEEEE!!!”
“Ah!” Richie exclaimed. “Beginning to FEEL it, are we?”
Oh, yes—Darren could FEEL it, all right—deep his tense, quivering balls—and low in his belly—and in his tightly puckered asshole—as he squeezed out drop after drop of pre-cum—and bounced his buttocks on the mattress—and heard himself begging in a whining, pathetic voice for the blessed release that Richie was so cruelly withholding from him—!
And it was obvious that Richie was feeling something too! His tongue was touching his upper lip and he was trembling ever so slightly. His free hand rested on Darren’s heaving chest, and from time to time it tweaked the naked stud’s rigid nipples. The resulting pain only intensified the naked, squirming stud’s desperate desire to cum his stupid fucking BRAINS out! But try as he might, Darren couldn’t quite GET there—!
“Mmmm…” Richie sighed as he tormented his naked, helpless cousin. “You’re getting really, really horny aren’t you…?”
“EEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Darren squealed, gyrating his hips in a desperate attempt to keep his tumid tool in contact with the hellish feather. Dear GOD! He was SO fucking CLOSE! But he couldn’t quite force himself to DO it—!
“Should I make you cum?” the nude sweetie whispered. “Or should I continue to torture you…?”
“OH PLEEEEEEEEEEEESEEEE!!!”
“Uh-oh!” Richie chortled. “Is someone’s getting CLOSE—?”
“UGH!!! UGH!!! UGH!!! GRRRRUUUUGH!!!”
“Mmmm, yes, I think you’re going to CUM for me!”
“Oh!” Darren cried. “Oh FUCK! Oh SHIT! Oh FUCKING shit! Here I cum NOW—!”
“Without my PERMISSION?” Richie drew the feather back. “You dirty fucking little BOY—!”
And the naked stud was forced to finish on his own—which he did! An absolutely MAGNIFICENT sensation of release swept over him as, with a throaty growl, Darren arched his back, wiggled his ass and commenced to cum his stupid fucking BRAINS out! Richie laughed scornfully as his writhing, grunting cousin emptied his balls, anointing himself from neck to groin with the most precious essence of his body! And in the shuddering aftermath of the most kinky orgasm he’d ever experienced, the naked stud wept servile tears of humiliation and gratitude—!
“Well, well, WELL! What DO we have HERE?”
A thrill of horror shot up Richie’s spine as his head snapped toward the bedroom door. And he gasped with dismay to find standing there—his stepmother Lucinda! She leaning against the door frame, holding her smartphone, regarding the scene on the bed with a knowing, gloating smile.
“W-w-w-what are YOU doing here—?” Richie stammered.
“I think you just ruined poor Darren’s orgasm,” she replied, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. “That was cruel of you, Richie.”
“Omygod!” the naked stud whined, raising his head. “We’re FUCKED—!”
“I suspected that you two were up to something…special,” Lucinda said. “You thought you were being so clever, Richie, but I can read you like a book. It was quote obvious that you’d developed a crush on Darren here…who, I must agree, is quite the handsome horndog…”
Richie stared with dismay as his wicked stepmother. He’d always hated the bitch but now he wished he’d taken pains to hide his feelings. Lucinda was the trophy wife: a sexy, long-legged, big-breasted redhead in her middle thirties. Her green eyes sparkled with malice as she regarded the naked cousins.
“Ugh, what a nasty fucking mess you made!” she remarked to Darren.
“Omygod!” the naked stud sobbed. “This is SO wrong—!”
“Indeed it is,” Lucinda agreed. “Incontinent stud puppies who make disgusting messes because they can't control their emotions deserve to be punished. Wouldn’t you agree, Richie?”
“W-w-w-what do you mean…?” the nude sweetie quavered.
“Just what I said.” Lucinda pulled a chair from the corner, placed it in a position from which she could observe the bed and sat down, crossing her elegant legs. She was wearing a short skirt that exposed plenty of thigh and a sheer blouse that exposed plenty of cleavage. “Darren ejaculated without permission, yes? So you should punish him.”
“Oh no!” Darren screamed. “Oh PLEASE no—!”
“You mean you want me to…tickle him some more?” Richie asked.
“Exactly!” Lucinda nodded. “But first, of course, you need to clean up the mess he made.”
“C-c-c-clean it up…?”
“Indeed. And I don’t suppose I need to specify the method, do I?” She snapped her fingers. “Now get busy. And after dear Darren has been sufficiently punished—an hour should do it—the three of us can discuss the future.”
“The future…?”
“Yes.” Lucinda’s smile became predatory. She held up her smartphone. “I got several good pictures of the two of you just now. Which means that I have you both by the balls. And the only question is, just how shall my newly acquired poodle boys serve me…?”
(To be continued!)
