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My Wild, Wild Ride (?/M Intense)

ttgore

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Here's a sadistic tale of tickle torture guaranteed to freeze the blood of any guy who's ever been tempted to turn his dark fantasies into reality…

:jester:

My Wild, Wild Ride

by

T.T. Gore​



“EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” I bellowed, straining desperately to stay poised on my toes. “GET MEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEEEE OFF THIS THIIIIIING—!”

“Now don’t tell me that you’re not enjoying the RIDE, sweetie!” my sadistic captor sneered. “Just listen to yourself LAUGH!”

“HIIIIEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEE!!!” I shrieked by way of reply as sharp-nailed fingers probed my defenseless armpits. “OH LET MEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEE DOOOOW-HOW-HOW-OOOOW-HOW-HOOOOWN!!!”

You may well ask how in the FUCK had I allowed myself to be placed in this position: stark naked, strung up by my thumbs, straddling a sawhorse, legs widely parted, ankles duct-taped to the ends of a weighty steel rod! Only by balancing on my toes could I keep my defenseless asshole and balls out of contact with the rough wooden crosspiece of the sawhorse—and let me tell you, when you’re being tickled to BITS that’s no easy feat!

And no one could hear me! I was screaming at the top of my fucking LUNGS—screaming with demented LAUGHTER—screaming loudly enough to raise the fucking ROOF of the old abandoned barn—but there was nothing for miles around but deserted countryside. My captor had planned things all too well!

“NAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-YAAAARRRRUGH!!!” I grunted as my legs momentarily gave out. I leaned back, protecting my balls at the expense of the delicate crevice between my butt cheeks, and bounced back up on my toes. Ticklish beads of sweat trickled down my torso. My legs, sides and belly ached abominably. But my tormentor granted me no respite—those vicious fingers scampered up and down between my armpits and my hips without a moment’s pause!

It was my own stupid fault, of course. Being tortured by tickling had long been one of my favorite masturbation fantasies. OK, sure, so maybe it was a bit perverted. But what the hell! Everybody has their quirky little kinks, right? There was no harm in sampling some relevant internet porn…no harm in jerking off while visions of bondage and tickling discipline danced in my head…

Ah, but then came an opportunity to turn my fantasies into reality! A chance meeting in a downtown club…a conversation full of subtle come-ons and sly allusions. I hesitated, of course. It’s one thing to fantasize…but the thought of actually going into bondage… Our affair would be ultra-discreet, though, a dirty little secret, just between the two of us—so my captor-to-be assured me. No one would ever know that behind my tough-guy masculine persona there hid a sensitive little boy who longed to be dominated…

“Oh, sweetie!” my captor giggled. “You have no IDEA how much I’m enjoying this!”

“OOOOH-HO-HO-HO-OOOOH-NO-OOOOH-HO-HO-HO-OOOOH-HO-OOOOH-HO-HO-HO-HOOOOOO!” I yowled. My fucking THIGHS were being tickled now and it was going to make me lose my BALANCE again—!

“You’re getting GOOSEBUMPS, sweetie! They’re making the hairs on your LEGS stand up! That’s SO cute!”

Now of course we’d agreed on a safe word! I’d squealed it out after five or six minutes of nonstop hilarity, confidently expecting to be released from bondage. But to my horror, my captor had merely smiled, swatted my buttocks—and resumed the tickling!

“OH GAAAAW-HAW-HAW-AAAAW-HAW-HAW-HAAAAWD!!!” I screamed. “OH PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEEEEEESE!!! NO MOOOOR-HOR-HOR-OOOOR-HOR-HOR-HOOOOOORE!!!”

“Don’t be such a big SISSY, sweetie! It’s just a little tickle, tickle, tickle! You can take it!”

“YEEEEEEEEK!!!” I squealed as I lost my balance again. “EEEEEEYAAAAAAR!!!”

“Hmmm, maybe it IS time for a break!” my captor opined. But only a short one, sweetie!”

Whereupon the tickling stopped!

I hung there, trembling. Though it was only marginally easier to stay up on my toes now that I wasn’t being tickled SILLY and laughing my stupid fucking HEAD off, I sobbed with servile relief. This amused my captor, who eyed me with a critical eye as I strove to suck much-needed oxygen into my laboring lungs.

“Ugh, you’re totally covered with SWEAT, sweetie!” Those devilish fingers toyed with my damp chest hair. “But I must admit that I kind of LIKE you this way! It’s really kind of…interesting…the way a little bit of tickling can reduce a good-looking stud like you to a state of trembling helplessness…”

“HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!” I screeched as a rigid nipple was tweaked.

“And it’s what YOU like too—isn’t it sweetie?” The hand on my chest moved lower. “Ummm-hmmm, look at that, you’ve got a bit of an ERECTION!”

“Please…” I gasped. “Oh please…I beg you…let me down…”

“Let you DOWN? Come on now! We’re just beginning to have some real FUN together!” my captor exclaimed. “It would be such a SHAME to turn you loose NOW, sweetie, just when you’re getting in touch with your true FEELINGS!”

“But I can’t take it any more!” I whined. “I just CAN’T—!”

“Oh, come on—you’re selling yourself SHORT, sweetie! I’ve had guys here who’ve ridden the sawhorse for a whole AFTERNOON!”

“No!” I screamed. “Omygod NO! You can’t DO that to me! I said the SAFE word! I fucking SAID it! You have to get me OFF this thing!”

“About that safe word,” my captor snickered. “I don’t recall that I actually promised to stop if you said it…”

And with that, the torture was resumed!

“YAAAAAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” I shrieked as sharp nails dug in just above my knees. Desperately I tensed my muscles in an attempt—successful for the moment—to stay up on my toes. But I knew that sooner or later—and probably sooner—I’d lose the battle to maintain a bare inch of space between my buttocks and balls and the fucking sawhorse! And in the meantime I laughed—and laughed—and fucking LAUGHED until it felt like my fucking HEAD would fall the fuck OFF—!

But my captor had been right—for even as I writhed in a frenzy of hilarious torment my fucking COCK was lengthening itself! For the truth was that I fucking LOVED being tickled SILLY—it was making me SO super HORNY—and even if it put me in the fucking LOONY bin I didn’t want it to STOP—!

So my pleas for mercy were fundamentally insincere and we both knew it. I didn’t know how long my body—not to mention my mind—would be able to take this torture—but until one or the other gave out I would ride the fucking sawhorse!

“If you can stand it for an hour, sweetie, I’ll give you a reward,” my captor promised at some point. “Think you can last that long?”

“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIIIEEEEEE-HE-HEEEEEE!!!” I squealed. Omygod, an HOUR?! It felt to me like I’d been straddling the fucking sawhorse for THREE hours!

“That’s just another twenty minutes, sweetie…”

“GAAAARRRRGH!!!” I grunted as my legs gave out again. “UGH!!! UGH!!! UGH!!! UUUUUUGH!!! NAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAAAAAA!!!

“Get back up on our TOES, sweetie!” my captor cried, supplementing this command with a hard slap to my ass. “Come on, you can DO it!”

It was better—well, slightly less unendurable—when my armpits and ribs were being tickled instead of my legs. At least then I could stay up on my toes a little longer. But when those sharp nails dug into my thighs or stroked the backs of my calves—down I went! And each time that happened it was a little harder to struggle back up again…

Hadn’t I asked for it, though? Bondage…and tickling…and a little pain…that’s what I’d said that I wanted. “Make me your sex slave…” I’d whispered. “Make me your poodle boy…” Well, now I was getting my wish…

“Wow! Who’d have thought that you’re so SENSITIVE sweetie?” This rhetorical question was accompanied by a lewd chuckle. “Just THINK what your friends would say if they could see you now!”

“WAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” I howled. Those sharp-nailed fingers were raking my ribs with a sadistic precision that was driving me absolutely BUGFUCK! My chest heaved, my belly convulsed and my asshole performed rapid spasms as I laughed and laughed and fucking LAUGHED like a total fucking HEAD case! Then my legs gave up the struggle and I found myself writhing and wiggling with the sawhorse between my butt cheeks! Its rough edge tickled the underside of my tense balls—and my joystick extended itself to the fucking MAX! I’d never been so fucking HORNY in my entire fucking LIFE—!

“Hmmm, it seems that you’re ENJOYING my tickles, sweetie!” My captor favored me with a salacious smile. “That being the case, I think you’ll REALLY enjoy THIS!”

My eyes widened with terror as a stiff, pointed feather was flourished in my face. I had no doubt as to its intended target and a second later—

“EEEEEEEE!!!” I screeched. “EEEE-EEEE-EEEE-EEEE-EEEEEEEE!!!”

I forgot all about my abused butt crack, the threat to my balls, my aching sides and belly, my trembling legs! The feather was stroking my COCK—slowly and steadily—swirling over its swollen head—tickling the PEE hole—!

“HIIIIEEEE!!!” I wailed. “OH PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE! IT TICK-HICK-EEEEEE-HICK-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HICK-HICKLES MEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEE!!!”

“Does it, sweetie?” My captor’s voice dripped with malice. “Does it make you feel all FUNNY? Does it give you GOOSE bumps? Does it make you wish you could turn yourself inside OUT—?!”

Yes! It did all of that and MORE! Somehow I found the strength to bounce back up on my toes! I gyrated my ass in a mute plea for the blessed release that my throbbing balls demanded! I was ready—ready—READY—to deliver up the copious worship offering that would demonstrate to my captor the full measure of my servile adoration!

“You’d better not cum before I give you PERMISSION to cum, sweetie!” This admonition was delivered with a mocking leer. “Because disobedient, incontinent little boys who can’t control their EMOTIONS and make nasty MESSES stay on the SAWHORSE—!”

That threat ought to have frozen my blood—but I was past CARING! Let me ride the sawhorse all NIGHT! Let me be tickle tortured into a fit of screaming HYSTERIA! Anything! Anything at all if only my captor would show compassion and permit me to CUM—!

“What’s the PROBLEM, little boy?” my captor snickered. “You’re making funny FACES and you’re wiggling you sexy FANNY! I think you’re getting ready to CUM! But you don’t have my PERMISSION to cum, do you? No, because I want to TORTURE you some more, sweetie! I want to tickle your precious PENIS! Tickle, tickle, TICKLE—!”

“EEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” I shrieked, straining mightily to make myself empty my balls! But the feather’s caress was maddeningly delicate—enough to make my skin crawl—enough to make my nerves sizzle—enough to make my balls tremble—enough to tease out tiny drops of pre-cum—but no matter how fervently I willed it, I could not quite achieve the climax I craved—!

“That’s right, little boy…” my captor whispered. “That’s right, sweetie… You’re so helpless, aren’t you? There’s nothing you can do…nothing at all…except ride the sawhorse for me…”

Yes! Oh YES! Stark naked, straddling that sawhorse with my arms stretched high over my head, covered with goose bumps and oily sweat, squirming and writhing and squealing like a silly stupid GIRL, I’d never felt so utterly helpless and exposed in my entire LIFE! And I loved it—I fucking LOVED it—!

I have no idea how much time it took but at some point I found myself babbling promises to do ANYTHING—to crawl and cringe before my captor—to worship her pretty feet—to serve as her docile and adoring sex slave! Stephanie greeted these pledges of mine with more mocking laughter. Tossing back her long red hair, she tickled my nose with the feather.

“All right then, sweetie,” she said with a salacious smile, “let’s see how much you actually DO adore your new mistress!”

“UMMPH!!!” I grunted as her fingers began to stroke my upright organ! “UMMPH!!! UMMPH!!! UMMMMMMPH!!!” An absolutely GLORIOUS sensation gripped my balls and belly—every muscle in my body tensed—my aching asshole puckered!

“I don’t think this will take long,” my beautiful, long-legged mistress whispered.

And it didn’t! No sooner had she spoken than I threw back my head, arched my spine, gyrated my hips—and commenced to cum my fucking BRAINS out—!

“Oh, very GOOD!” Stephanie laughed as I grunted and squirted. She stepped aside to protect the green silk robe she was wearing. “What a nasty, DIRTY little boy you are, sweetie!”

“UGH!!! UGH!!! UGH!!!” I grunted, riding the crest of a roaring wave of utter ECSTASY that convulsed me! “UGH-UGH-UGH-GRRRRUUUUGH!!!”

It was the most incredibly intense orgasm I’d ever experienced—and the most completely humiliating! I’d thoroughly disgraced myself in front of this magnificent, dominant goddess—but I didn’t CARE! Because now I would be permitted to WORSHIP her—!

Utterly spent, I hung there, straddling the sawhorse, waiting to be released. But Stephanie merely smiled.

“Well, after THAT performance I suppose you think you deserve a little break!” She patted my bare behind. “But first there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

“M-m-m-meet…?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “I have a confession to make, sweetie. I neglected to mention that I’m married and that my hubby’s bi.”

“He’s WHAT—?!”

“Shall I tell you the secret of a happy marriage?” Stephanie asked. “Ah, here he is now!”

Outside a car was pulling up.

“A willingness to share,” my mistress went on. “That’s the secret of a happy marriage. So David and I share everything…even our sex slaves…”

“But I don’t—I mean I never—Oh, I just CAN’T—!” I whined. “Not with your HUSBAND! I’m not that WAY—!”

“You don’t HAVE to, sweetie!” she snickered. “David actually PREFERS reluctant straight guys! Now don’t FRET! He’ll teach you EVERYTHING you need to know!”

I continued to whine and beg and protest but it was futile! Utterly futile!

“Well,” she said, having changed from the robe into jeans and a t-shirt, “I have places to be! So I’ll leave you boys to get acquainted. Ta-ta, sweetie!”

“No!” I screamed. “NO! Don’t LEAVE me like this—!”

“Hey there, cupcake…” The voice was deep, masculine. And I blubbered like a baby as Stephanie’s handsome, naked husband sauntered toward me, sporting a sly smile and a rigid erection.

“Enjoying the ride so far?” David chuckled. “Stephanie can be pretty mean.”

“Oh don’t!” I sobbed. “Oh PLEASE don’t—!”

But deep down I knew—and I think he suspected—that my protests were more than a trifle insincere…
 
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