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Been a while since I have posted a story. I've been writing custom stories for friends. Hope y'all like.
Bondage date with wife goes terribly wrong for macho masculine husband (M/M)
Last month my soon to be ex-wife and I decided to spice up our failing marriage with some kinky play. We haven't been happy in our marriage for a few years, with our daughter going to college last year, we found that we had little in common with hobbies etc. The only thing that seemed to stick with us, was a vibrant sex life but even that has been failing. We decided to try some fantasies that we had dabbled in over the years but always held back because our daughter was still home. Now as empty nesters we had plenty of time to explore. We had tried some kinky bondage play, talked about meeting and seducing a stranger at a bar and even talked about going on online dating as a couple. All these fell short for us, but the bondage kink for me has actually grown. I enjoyed tying up my wife but really enjoyed it when she bound me tight - spread eagle to our bed. In fact when she straddled me with her long hair lightly browsing my upper body it turned me on to no end. I found myself aroused struggling beneath her which she picked up on saying, "Oh my, looks like my tough guy husband enjoys giving up control huh?" Those words alone were enough, but she kept saying stuff like, "Bet your buddies would be shocked to see you all bound and helpless." I loved the verbal taunts and even felt myself enjoying my submissive role.
I started to look at websites with bondage scenes, where the husband was bound and helpless. I fantasize about my wife and a girlfriend teasing and playing with me. When I mentioned this to her, she was not as keen on that. Even got mad at me and told me maybe she would bring one of her co-worker guy friends over for fun with me tied up. Now I wouldn't confess that to her, but that idea was a dark secret of mine, but being so macho and probably embarrassed to admit it, I didn't dare lead on to that being OK. I think we both could tell we weren't going to save our marriage with just sex, but of course I was willing to keep trying. I knew Carol was annoyed with me most of the week, so on Friday around 3 PM, I texted her that a bad guy had broken into the house and tied me to the bed, with a smiley face at the end. We went back and forth with a few kinky texts, with Carol finally texting, "It would be so hot to come home to see you bound spread eagle to the bed. Think you can make that happen?" I was so hard that I quickly texted back for her to give me a 15 minute warning when she was coming home so I could get in position. She texted me an hour later, with a smile emoji to make sure I am tied tight.
I had done this with her in the past to test and found that using the velcro straps that easily binds around my ankles and wrist. Naked and hard, I made sure my legs and left arm were very secure, surprised how easily it was to tie myself spread eagle as I looped the strap around my right arm and with a deep breath, I pulled tight. I struggled hard as part of my own play, and realized that I was really stuck. I smiled to myself and said out loud,”Not going anywhere now.” I was tied for a good 20 minutes before my phone rang and with no way to reach it, I asked Siri to answer the call. It was my wife and she sounded amused. Hey honey - sorry I can't make it right away, I decided to get drinks with my friends from work. I was pissed and gave her a few words that I probably shouldn't have at that time. When I called her a dumb bitch, she got a cold tone in her voice. "You know what, I could leave you like that for the night, but instead, I'll think I will give Pete a chance to come over and teach you a lesson. See how tough you really are." I am sure my eyes went wide at the mention of Pete, our next door neighbor who happened to be a proud gay man who was not shy about it either. I started to protest but Carol hung up and I was left to struggle and wonder if she would really call him.
I was testing my bonds to see if maybe there was a chance I could get a hand free, but of course, with my practice I was stuck. Then I heard a knock on the back door. I froze, too scared to make a sound as I was sure Carol had followed through with her threat of getting Pete to stop by. Pete is an average looking guy, shorter at 5'10 and with a soft dough boy body. He sported a slight beer belly and at age 50 he looked much younger, which he always said must be his gay lifestyle. He would always give me stern, knowing looks whenever we were around each other, which is not often as I didn't really care for his carefree approach to everything. I'm tall at 6'2, 200 pds, stay in shape with gym workouts and running. I once confessed to my wife that the little guy has an attitude that he is better than everybody around him. Her words that day kind of rebounded back to the moment, "I think he is kind of into you Steve, maybe one day he will make you his little bitch." She burst out laughing when she said it, but now I had the incredible feeling of Karma as I heard the back door sliding open. I was sure it was Pete, but decided to stay quiet. I heard the fridge door open, then heard ice being scooped into a glass, then I knew it was my liquor cabinet door opening up since it always makes a squeak sound. My mind was racing, what was going on, almost ready to yell out when Pete walked in with a fresh glass of iced whiskey in his hand. He was wearing a tank top, shorts and flip flops and a big shit eating grin on his face. He always dressed that way, because when you work IT security, you can dress anyway you want, he would boast. What have we got here Stevey? All tied up and nowhere to go? The cool bastard plopped next to me on the bed, sipping his drink as he eyed my bound body. Nice work he teased, got any plans for the next few hours?
I cursed Pete, as I told him to help me get free. This isn't funny, just help me get out of this, and I kept talking and talking as I realized that I was not only nervous to be bound in front of him, but unbelievably I became aroused. Oh Steve, you can drop the tough guy attitude now, as Pete also noticed my growing cock, I am sure you had a fantasy all played out in your head for you and Carol right? Well she called and was not too happy with you, and from our previous talks, she paints you as a kind of bully. Is that true? Pete asked this and cooly took a sip of my whisky. Good stuff you got here Steve, wonder why you never invited me over for a drink. I mean by the looks of things, you are happy to see me. His tone and facial expressions told me right away that I was in trouble. I tried another approach to see if I could convince Pete to set me free. Come on man, just help me get free and we can have some drinks together. He smiled and finished his drink in one long gulp. Pete gave out a "Woooo" yell and shook his head from side to side, "That's some good stuff my friend." Then he leaned into my body so he was now half laying across my mid section. He had a glazed look as I suspect this wasn't his first drink today. Well Stevey boy, Carol asked me to come over and make sure you were OK, and also told me that I needed to put you in your place. What do you think she meant by that? I was pissed and about to respond when Pete took his index finger and lightly stroked a circle around my right nipple. He looked hard into my eyes as I instantly squirmed making Pete smile as he increased the circles in a wider arc. Do you like that Stevey? Pete had a serious look and even bit his lower lip as he trailed the finger into my exposed pits. My reaction must have caught him off guard, because I squealed and jumped as much as I could to stop the tickling sensation. He stopped for a few seconds and again smiled, then leaned harder into me so I couldn't buck again and this time worked several fingers lightly over the hairs in my bare pit. This time my thrashing did very little as I was pressed into the mattress and stuck, I did the only thing I could, I burst out laughing like a madman. My burst of laughter and fierce struggle made Pete smile from ear to ear, as he taunted me with Coootchie Coooo tough guy and looks who is ticklish.
Pete stopped after a good minute leaving me panting for air as his mind seemed to be contemplating what he was going to do next. He continued to lean into me, making me feel that much more vulnerable. He didn't say anything for a long minute as his mind seemed to be working over time. At one point he looked over his shoulder at my embarrassingly raging cock and turned back to me with a smug smile. I'm going to fix myself another drink, care to join me? I started to protest again, but Pete quickly dug his hand into my exposed pit, nonchalantly scratching as I howled and struggled. He stopped as I sucked in air and asked again, "Would you like to join me for a drink?" His crude smile told me he wasn't done with me and at that point I knew I was in for it. I shook my head yes trying to take this all in, embarrassed that my cock was raging and quietly admitting to myself that my dark kink seemed to be coming true. I think this is what a lot of guys who have dark kinks often wonder what they would do if they actually were presented with the scene, could they really go through with it? Pete entered the bedroom again, the confidence seemed to be like an aura around him as he once again plopped down on the edge of bed and forced a straw in my mouth as I sucked down a good bit of iced whisky down my dry throat. The cool whiskey cooled me and gave me a nice warm tingle. Pete put my drink on the side table and rested his cold drink on my chest between both nipples. Fuck he was so confident right now, looking down at me, smiling and evil smile. My phone rang. Pete smiled, as he swiped the phone to answer. Hey Carol sweetie. How are you doing? Oh yes, he was just where you said he would be and believe it or not, he is happy to see me. I started to yell at them but was quickly silenced as Pete ran his fingers over both pits this time, making me once again explode into a loud fit of laughter. Are you going to be a quiet tough guy? Huh Stevey? In between laughter I yelled out "Yes Yes!" Pete stopped and took up the conversation with Carol. Oh Carol, I think I found his weak spot and I think he likes it as he boldly grabbed my 7 inch cock. I couldn't help it and moaned slightly as he continued to chat with my wife. "Oh honey, I'm going to need tonight to break this one, so go ahead and find someone to go home with." I could hear Carol cackle with laughter and it pissed me off, thinking she might actually go home with someone else. Oh don't worry Pete exclaimed, I'll send some pics of Stevey when he is massaging my feet. You bet dear, thanks for the chance to break your man. Pete hung up and toyed with my emotions as he described getting a text from my wife, asking me if I wanted a crack at her bound naked husband. I actually dropped my Long Island Iced Tea as I had to re-read the text again. I was sure she was joking, but when I called her and she opened up about her frustrations with you and your bully mentality which I have noticed of course, she told me about your predicament here and of course, I couldn't resist. As Pete explained the phone call he maddingly circled my nipples, taking turns between the left and right, sipping his whiskey and taunting me with his words.
My mind was racing as Pete teased my nipples and talked about my wife setting me up to be abused by him? Pete spoke up as I assumed he saw that I was about to freak out. "OH don't worry there Stevey as he patted my face lightly, I'm not going to hurt you and not going to fuck you, I'd never do that to anyone who didn't want it. But, I am going to tease and torment you. I wasn't sure how, but seeing how ticklish you are and my natural love of dominating my partners and your hard cock tells me that inside your mind is a dark kink for being in a situation like this. Am I right?" I didn't answer, maybe because I knew he was right and he put me at ease knowing I was going to be raped. He smiled and fed me more of my drink, with me taking two big gulps of the fine whiskey.
He casually walked with drink in hand to the foot of the bed where he lightly ran his fingers over my right sole. I gasped, thrashed and quickly giggled up a storm. Pete's stare was intense as he took a short break for a sip and now attacked my left foot. "Ticklish tough guy, laughing like a schoolgirl, bound and helpless with a massive hardon and wondering how bad it's going to get, right?" Pete teased. Now Pete had tied up partners in the past, but never really tickled tortured one and he was intrigued with the possibility of breaking the good looking masculine man, who obviously was enjoying this delima at some level. Pete thought back about a couple of videos he had seen on pornhub and remembered a scene where the girls feet were covered in oil and scrubbed with a soap brush. Pete was working out his plan, and knows that to dominate a man, you must first convince him you are not only in charge, but comfortable in that position. Eyeing a decoration on the bedroom wall, a nice southwestern type Indian headset, with more than a few feathers darting out from the display. Peter grabbed a few off. One fluffy and two a bit stiffer. Crawling on the bed sitting between Steve's spread legs, Pete used the fluffy one to taunt his sensitive groin making Steve squirm instantly. A few minutes of this before changing tactics with a stiff feather stroking slowly up and down the shaft with one feather while the other teased his big ball sack. The moans from Steve told me he was ready, but no way was he going to cum anytime soon.
As a gay man who enjoys playing with married men, which I have found plenty of over the years, this opportunity is like finding gold coins as you walk the beach. Masculine and confident, but also a closet kink fiend. I know this by his erection that only appeared after I leaned comfortably across his body. Watching his body twitch and shake, thrashing to avoid my nimble fingers is such a fucking turn on that I can hardly compose myself. Now I have him for several hours, if not for the night. I think once I finally let him cum, he might just want to keep this fun relationship going.
I lightly played with the feathers across his stomach, making sure to keep him on edge with an occasional thumb circling his throbbing cock head. Just seeing him squirm and the desperation in his eyes makes me want to stroke my raging cock, but I resist for the moment. I have noticed his eyes are not only pleading, but also a bit of lust has come over his face. He feels safe now, but not so safe that his body is sexually charged up. I've got a good buzz going and need to control that aspect as I really want him to suffer. I drop the feathers on his belly, tap my fingers lightly as if I am thinking across the top of his groin. The precum is just all over, then I dig my fingers lightly into his groin area, just below the nut sack, pinching the sensitive area between the upper inside thighs. He squeals and arches his back with such force that I lose my spot but quickly attack again to instant howling and struggling. He is a loud laugher and it makes me wonder if I might have to gag him. His body bounces around against his tight bonds, but my fingers have a good hold on his inner thighs, such a sensitive spot on men since nobody ever touches them there.
I move my fingers down and take a firm grip just above his knees and start kneading them slowly. Once again he bucks and thrashes, cock bouncing as he tries without success to avoid my tight grip. His face is red and the hard laughter slows, I guess he needs a break. He is panting and he begs for a drink. I feed him more of his fine whiskey, letting him slurp down a big gulp or two. I leave him to fill up his glass and also top my glass off. It has only been 30 minutes and the poor guy looks beat. I take a pic and send it to his wife so she can see the already beaten husband with the hard cock. In a few minutes, she responds, "Holly shit! I think he likes it!" "With your permission, I am going to work him over and make sure he cums multiple times. Any plans of coming home tonight", I ask with a smiley face. "I know you will not hurt him, but please teach him a hard lesson'' is her response. I take a short video clip of me stroking his right foot with hubby howling in the background and send it. He will be fine, but a guy this ticklish, is going to suffer. "OMG, I'm going to have to go to the bathroom and pleasure myself!" She tells me that she has made arrangements to stay with her friend and will see me tomorrow. She asks for updates for them, which it seems she has let a friend know what's happening.
Pete took his time tickling the bound right foot as he jerked and shook, trying to escape the methodical tickle attack but it was useless as his feet were bound tight to the corners of the bed. Just taking the index finger and scratching right under the big toe pad was enough to get giggles from his victim. When he really wanted to get a crazy laugh going, he used his left hand to hold the toes back and scraped his fingers under all the toes and worked them slowly down the arch. He was really enjoying the torture but felt he was missing something that would really send him over the top. Not being an experienced tickle torturer, he decided to call an old friend from back home who had a lot of BDSM experience. After explaining the predicament, his friend asked for several pics of the scene, but also told Pete that he had a sure way of breaking the submissive husband.
I sent several pics and a short video showing my bound play toy with close ups of the soles as requested. My friend Jake ran a BDSM group in his local community so this type of scene was right up his alley. "Those are some soft looking soles and lovely shaped toes my friend. He will be easy to break if you are willing to do some hard-core tickling?" I asked for details and told Jake with an evil smile emoji that I was intrigued and more than willing to work over my bound neighbor. Jake told me to keep him hard using light strokes on his erect cock. Verbally tease him to no end. Tell him how you are taking pictures to share with co-workers and neighbors if he ever steps out of line. This approach will force him to think of the public humiliation aspect. But also to him to enjoy the tickle play, as it is obvious that he is enjoying being bound and helpless. This will make him embrace the scene and if worked right, will become a personally tickle slave to you. Now I must admit, my mind was really working all of this information as I secretly wondered what it would be like to have someone macho to "own" in the bedroom.
Jake provided several suggestions to help break Steve. A few of his suggestions were easy. Blindfold him for some of the torture. Keep him on edge but make him wait a long time before he shoots his first load. Find some kind of baby oil and get a hair dryer and a thin belt or wooden spoon. I was now ready to follow his checklist with simple tickling all over his body that would progressively get more intense. He assured me that when I got to his third or fourth forced ejaculation, that he would submit to anything. I wasted no time in using a sleep mask to blindfold Steve as he struggled to take in what was happening. I started with light tickles using my fingers and the stiff feather as I slowly worked over his entire body. His neck was sensitive, but his nipples and armpits were the worst for his upper body. Any play around his belly and groin area made him squeal with lust as his precum became ridiculous. I took my time and gently dug my fingers into the soft spot just above his hip bones, watching him thrash as he laughed hard to escape. His struggles trying desperately to avoid the maddening touch puts a smile on my face as I watch in amusement his hard cock wiggling from side to side. After a good minute I break out a stiff feather and tease his cock with long strokes from shaft to head and back down again. "You like that don't you Stevey?" I teased as he squirmed and scrunched his face. I tease him about cumming, asking him to let me know when he wants cum. He is close I surmise, but also know he thinks he can hold out.
I switch my position to kneeling between his legs where I can grab the tops of his knees and squeeze gently enough where he instantly shrieks and tries in earnest to bounce free. I know this touch has hit a sensitive spot and his thrashing is proof of a vulnerable helpless man. "Look at you thrash like a little bitch!" I tease him relentlessly and it has taken its toll as his laughter is becoming frantic. I work this tickle torture for a full minute and I let him rest, but only so I can get the tools for the tickle torture I have planned for his bare feet. I double check with Jake to make sure I have the formula for this torturous portion that should help break the bound husband. I find a nice slick oil from the bathroom and slowly apply this to his large soles and toes. It takes time to work the oil in deep which provides my captive a moment of relief, but will also be the means to his demise.
I am told to hold the hair dryer over one sole for a good 3 to 5 minutes. Not so close that it will hurt, but close enough that his foot should wiggle wildly as the oil heats up. I test the distance that will work by letting the hair dryer warm up my hand and once I start the heat flowing to his bound foot, his reaction is wild. I watch his toes flex back, then scrunch forward as he wiggles his foot from side to side. It's comical to watch the whole body react as he tries without success to avoid the forced heat. I'm told the heated foot will become even more sensitive to touch and I am intrigued to see just how much he can take. He screams for mercy with babbles of cries and his body is fighting even harder, which must be exhausting as it has only been 3 minutes. I stopped after 4 minutes, and let Stevey catch his breath. I waste no time and use the pointy end of the feather to test the tenderness of his sole. His foot bounces and twitches as I slowly peck over his red sole, verbally teasing him that this is just the beginning. I change to a fork and start a slow scratch and listen to him squeal with laughter as the scratches work their magic. I dig my fingers into the underside of his toes and his fight becomes crazy as he bounces all over the bed. I am mesmerized by the power I have over this babbling macho sissy, making my cock rage and forcing me to take a break to relieve myself.
I climb on the bed and use some of the skin oil to not only grease up my hard cock, but also grab Steve's cock and start to stroke, slowly at first, but within 30 seconds, we are both shooting a load landing on Steve's heaving stomach. I'm light headed and collapse next to Steve who seems to have passed out himself. Not sure how long I laid there, but when I finally looked over at Steve, I was surprised to see a slight smile on his face. I was taken aback at first, so I said, you know I am not done with you right? Steve's smile lit up his face. I was hoping you would not be done Phil. That caught me off guard, as I sat up leaning across his body, asking him if he wanted to get tortured some more. Steve kept smiling and said, "I must be a sadistic dude, but I love what you did to me." I wasn't sure if he was just saying that, or if he was really into it. I decided to test out confession and told him his left foot was going to be oiled and heated, then tickle tortured. Again a smile, and a wimpy voice said, "Please Phil, don't tickle me anymore, I can't take it! I will do anything to make it stop."
I was not expecting that Steve would now become my secret tickle bondage slave. His divorce went through and now as a free man who can do as he pleases, we meet often and play hard. He has found his niche in the bondage tickle world and you wouldn't believe that this macho, business owner is now tied up in my basement with his arms held up high over his head, while he sits on a bench with his big feet trapped in my new stocks that Steve purchased. What is even better for me, I've started an onlyfans page and take request from so many who want him tied, tickled and tortured in many different positions. I guess it is a win for both of us. I've received a request from a married couple from Maryland who want to tickle torture macho Steve. Steve is all for it, saying that a husband and wife tickling him would be a pleasure.
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Bondage date with wife goes terribly wrong for macho masculine husband (M/M)
Last month my soon to be ex-wife and I decided to spice up our failing marriage with some kinky play. We haven't been happy in our marriage for a few years, with our daughter going to college last year, we found that we had little in common with hobbies etc. The only thing that seemed to stick with us, was a vibrant sex life but even that has been failing. We decided to try some fantasies that we had dabbled in over the years but always held back because our daughter was still home. Now as empty nesters we had plenty of time to explore. We had tried some kinky bondage play, talked about meeting and seducing a stranger at a bar and even talked about going on online dating as a couple. All these fell short for us, but the bondage kink for me has actually grown. I enjoyed tying up my wife but really enjoyed it when she bound me tight - spread eagle to our bed. In fact when she straddled me with her long hair lightly browsing my upper body it turned me on to no end. I found myself aroused struggling beneath her which she picked up on saying, "Oh my, looks like my tough guy husband enjoys giving up control huh?" Those words alone were enough, but she kept saying stuff like, "Bet your buddies would be shocked to see you all bound and helpless." I loved the verbal taunts and even felt myself enjoying my submissive role.
I started to look at websites with bondage scenes, where the husband was bound and helpless. I fantasize about my wife and a girlfriend teasing and playing with me. When I mentioned this to her, she was not as keen on that. Even got mad at me and told me maybe she would bring one of her co-worker guy friends over for fun with me tied up. Now I wouldn't confess that to her, but that idea was a dark secret of mine, but being so macho and probably embarrassed to admit it, I didn't dare lead on to that being OK. I think we both could tell we weren't going to save our marriage with just sex, but of course I was willing to keep trying. I knew Carol was annoyed with me most of the week, so on Friday around 3 PM, I texted her that a bad guy had broken into the house and tied me to the bed, with a smiley face at the end. We went back and forth with a few kinky texts, with Carol finally texting, "It would be so hot to come home to see you bound spread eagle to the bed. Think you can make that happen?" I was so hard that I quickly texted back for her to give me a 15 minute warning when she was coming home so I could get in position. She texted me an hour later, with a smile emoji to make sure I am tied tight.
I had done this with her in the past to test and found that using the velcro straps that easily binds around my ankles and wrist. Naked and hard, I made sure my legs and left arm were very secure, surprised how easily it was to tie myself spread eagle as I looped the strap around my right arm and with a deep breath, I pulled tight. I struggled hard as part of my own play, and realized that I was really stuck. I smiled to myself and said out loud,”Not going anywhere now.” I was tied for a good 20 minutes before my phone rang and with no way to reach it, I asked Siri to answer the call. It was my wife and she sounded amused. Hey honey - sorry I can't make it right away, I decided to get drinks with my friends from work. I was pissed and gave her a few words that I probably shouldn't have at that time. When I called her a dumb bitch, she got a cold tone in her voice. "You know what, I could leave you like that for the night, but instead, I'll think I will give Pete a chance to come over and teach you a lesson. See how tough you really are." I am sure my eyes went wide at the mention of Pete, our next door neighbor who happened to be a proud gay man who was not shy about it either. I started to protest but Carol hung up and I was left to struggle and wonder if she would really call him.
I was testing my bonds to see if maybe there was a chance I could get a hand free, but of course, with my practice I was stuck. Then I heard a knock on the back door. I froze, too scared to make a sound as I was sure Carol had followed through with her threat of getting Pete to stop by. Pete is an average looking guy, shorter at 5'10 and with a soft dough boy body. He sported a slight beer belly and at age 50 he looked much younger, which he always said must be his gay lifestyle. He would always give me stern, knowing looks whenever we were around each other, which is not often as I didn't really care for his carefree approach to everything. I'm tall at 6'2, 200 pds, stay in shape with gym workouts and running. I once confessed to my wife that the little guy has an attitude that he is better than everybody around him. Her words that day kind of rebounded back to the moment, "I think he is kind of into you Steve, maybe one day he will make you his little bitch." She burst out laughing when she said it, but now I had the incredible feeling of Karma as I heard the back door sliding open. I was sure it was Pete, but decided to stay quiet. I heard the fridge door open, then heard ice being scooped into a glass, then I knew it was my liquor cabinet door opening up since it always makes a squeak sound. My mind was racing, what was going on, almost ready to yell out when Pete walked in with a fresh glass of iced whiskey in his hand. He was wearing a tank top, shorts and flip flops and a big shit eating grin on his face. He always dressed that way, because when you work IT security, you can dress anyway you want, he would boast. What have we got here Stevey? All tied up and nowhere to go? The cool bastard plopped next to me on the bed, sipping his drink as he eyed my bound body. Nice work he teased, got any plans for the next few hours?
I cursed Pete, as I told him to help me get free. This isn't funny, just help me get out of this, and I kept talking and talking as I realized that I was not only nervous to be bound in front of him, but unbelievably I became aroused. Oh Steve, you can drop the tough guy attitude now, as Pete also noticed my growing cock, I am sure you had a fantasy all played out in your head for you and Carol right? Well she called and was not too happy with you, and from our previous talks, she paints you as a kind of bully. Is that true? Pete asked this and cooly took a sip of my whisky. Good stuff you got here Steve, wonder why you never invited me over for a drink. I mean by the looks of things, you are happy to see me. His tone and facial expressions told me right away that I was in trouble. I tried another approach to see if I could convince Pete to set me free. Come on man, just help me get free and we can have some drinks together. He smiled and finished his drink in one long gulp. Pete gave out a "Woooo" yell and shook his head from side to side, "That's some good stuff my friend." Then he leaned into my body so he was now half laying across my mid section. He had a glazed look as I suspect this wasn't his first drink today. Well Stevey boy, Carol asked me to come over and make sure you were OK, and also told me that I needed to put you in your place. What do you think she meant by that? I was pissed and about to respond when Pete took his index finger and lightly stroked a circle around my right nipple. He looked hard into my eyes as I instantly squirmed making Pete smile as he increased the circles in a wider arc. Do you like that Stevey? Pete had a serious look and even bit his lower lip as he trailed the finger into my exposed pits. My reaction must have caught him off guard, because I squealed and jumped as much as I could to stop the tickling sensation. He stopped for a few seconds and again smiled, then leaned harder into me so I couldn't buck again and this time worked several fingers lightly over the hairs in my bare pit. This time my thrashing did very little as I was pressed into the mattress and stuck, I did the only thing I could, I burst out laughing like a madman. My burst of laughter and fierce struggle made Pete smile from ear to ear, as he taunted me with Coootchie Coooo tough guy and looks who is ticklish.
Pete stopped after a good minute leaving me panting for air as his mind seemed to be contemplating what he was going to do next. He continued to lean into me, making me feel that much more vulnerable. He didn't say anything for a long minute as his mind seemed to be working over time. At one point he looked over his shoulder at my embarrassingly raging cock and turned back to me with a smug smile. I'm going to fix myself another drink, care to join me? I started to protest again, but Pete quickly dug his hand into my exposed pit, nonchalantly scratching as I howled and struggled. He stopped as I sucked in air and asked again, "Would you like to join me for a drink?" His crude smile told me he wasn't done with me and at that point I knew I was in for it. I shook my head yes trying to take this all in, embarrassed that my cock was raging and quietly admitting to myself that my dark kink seemed to be coming true. I think this is what a lot of guys who have dark kinks often wonder what they would do if they actually were presented with the scene, could they really go through with it? Pete entered the bedroom again, the confidence seemed to be like an aura around him as he once again plopped down on the edge of bed and forced a straw in my mouth as I sucked down a good bit of iced whisky down my dry throat. The cool whiskey cooled me and gave me a nice warm tingle. Pete put my drink on the side table and rested his cold drink on my chest between both nipples. Fuck he was so confident right now, looking down at me, smiling and evil smile. My phone rang. Pete smiled, as he swiped the phone to answer. Hey Carol sweetie. How are you doing? Oh yes, he was just where you said he would be and believe it or not, he is happy to see me. I started to yell at them but was quickly silenced as Pete ran his fingers over both pits this time, making me once again explode into a loud fit of laughter. Are you going to be a quiet tough guy? Huh Stevey? In between laughter I yelled out "Yes Yes!" Pete stopped and took up the conversation with Carol. Oh Carol, I think I found his weak spot and I think he likes it as he boldly grabbed my 7 inch cock. I couldn't help it and moaned slightly as he continued to chat with my wife. "Oh honey, I'm going to need tonight to break this one, so go ahead and find someone to go home with." I could hear Carol cackle with laughter and it pissed me off, thinking she might actually go home with someone else. Oh don't worry Pete exclaimed, I'll send some pics of Stevey when he is massaging my feet. You bet dear, thanks for the chance to break your man. Pete hung up and toyed with my emotions as he described getting a text from my wife, asking me if I wanted a crack at her bound naked husband. I actually dropped my Long Island Iced Tea as I had to re-read the text again. I was sure she was joking, but when I called her and she opened up about her frustrations with you and your bully mentality which I have noticed of course, she told me about your predicament here and of course, I couldn't resist. As Pete explained the phone call he maddingly circled my nipples, taking turns between the left and right, sipping his whiskey and taunting me with his words.
My mind was racing as Pete teased my nipples and talked about my wife setting me up to be abused by him? Pete spoke up as I assumed he saw that I was about to freak out. "OH don't worry there Stevey as he patted my face lightly, I'm not going to hurt you and not going to fuck you, I'd never do that to anyone who didn't want it. But, I am going to tease and torment you. I wasn't sure how, but seeing how ticklish you are and my natural love of dominating my partners and your hard cock tells me that inside your mind is a dark kink for being in a situation like this. Am I right?" I didn't answer, maybe because I knew he was right and he put me at ease knowing I was going to be raped. He smiled and fed me more of my drink, with me taking two big gulps of the fine whiskey.
He casually walked with drink in hand to the foot of the bed where he lightly ran his fingers over my right sole. I gasped, thrashed and quickly giggled up a storm. Pete's stare was intense as he took a short break for a sip and now attacked my left foot. "Ticklish tough guy, laughing like a schoolgirl, bound and helpless with a massive hardon and wondering how bad it's going to get, right?" Pete teased. Now Pete had tied up partners in the past, but never really tickled tortured one and he was intrigued with the possibility of breaking the good looking masculine man, who obviously was enjoying this delima at some level. Pete thought back about a couple of videos he had seen on pornhub and remembered a scene where the girls feet were covered in oil and scrubbed with a soap brush. Pete was working out his plan, and knows that to dominate a man, you must first convince him you are not only in charge, but comfortable in that position. Eyeing a decoration on the bedroom wall, a nice southwestern type Indian headset, with more than a few feathers darting out from the display. Peter grabbed a few off. One fluffy and two a bit stiffer. Crawling on the bed sitting between Steve's spread legs, Pete used the fluffy one to taunt his sensitive groin making Steve squirm instantly. A few minutes of this before changing tactics with a stiff feather stroking slowly up and down the shaft with one feather while the other teased his big ball sack. The moans from Steve told me he was ready, but no way was he going to cum anytime soon.
As a gay man who enjoys playing with married men, which I have found plenty of over the years, this opportunity is like finding gold coins as you walk the beach. Masculine and confident, but also a closet kink fiend. I know this by his erection that only appeared after I leaned comfortably across his body. Watching his body twitch and shake, thrashing to avoid my nimble fingers is such a fucking turn on that I can hardly compose myself. Now I have him for several hours, if not for the night. I think once I finally let him cum, he might just want to keep this fun relationship going.
I lightly played with the feathers across his stomach, making sure to keep him on edge with an occasional thumb circling his throbbing cock head. Just seeing him squirm and the desperation in his eyes makes me want to stroke my raging cock, but I resist for the moment. I have noticed his eyes are not only pleading, but also a bit of lust has come over his face. He feels safe now, but not so safe that his body is sexually charged up. I've got a good buzz going and need to control that aspect as I really want him to suffer. I drop the feathers on his belly, tap my fingers lightly as if I am thinking across the top of his groin. The precum is just all over, then I dig my fingers lightly into his groin area, just below the nut sack, pinching the sensitive area between the upper inside thighs. He squeals and arches his back with such force that I lose my spot but quickly attack again to instant howling and struggling. He is a loud laugher and it makes me wonder if I might have to gag him. His body bounces around against his tight bonds, but my fingers have a good hold on his inner thighs, such a sensitive spot on men since nobody ever touches them there.
I move my fingers down and take a firm grip just above his knees and start kneading them slowly. Once again he bucks and thrashes, cock bouncing as he tries without success to avoid my tight grip. His face is red and the hard laughter slows, I guess he needs a break. He is panting and he begs for a drink. I feed him more of his fine whiskey, letting him slurp down a big gulp or two. I leave him to fill up his glass and also top my glass off. It has only been 30 minutes and the poor guy looks beat. I take a pic and send it to his wife so she can see the already beaten husband with the hard cock. In a few minutes, she responds, "Holly shit! I think he likes it!" "With your permission, I am going to work him over and make sure he cums multiple times. Any plans of coming home tonight", I ask with a smiley face. "I know you will not hurt him, but please teach him a hard lesson'' is her response. I take a short video clip of me stroking his right foot with hubby howling in the background and send it. He will be fine, but a guy this ticklish, is going to suffer. "OMG, I'm going to have to go to the bathroom and pleasure myself!" She tells me that she has made arrangements to stay with her friend and will see me tomorrow. She asks for updates for them, which it seems she has let a friend know what's happening.
Pete took his time tickling the bound right foot as he jerked and shook, trying to escape the methodical tickle attack but it was useless as his feet were bound tight to the corners of the bed. Just taking the index finger and scratching right under the big toe pad was enough to get giggles from his victim. When he really wanted to get a crazy laugh going, he used his left hand to hold the toes back and scraped his fingers under all the toes and worked them slowly down the arch. He was really enjoying the torture but felt he was missing something that would really send him over the top. Not being an experienced tickle torturer, he decided to call an old friend from back home who had a lot of BDSM experience. After explaining the predicament, his friend asked for several pics of the scene, but also told Pete that he had a sure way of breaking the submissive husband.
I sent several pics and a short video showing my bound play toy with close ups of the soles as requested. My friend Jake ran a BDSM group in his local community so this type of scene was right up his alley. "Those are some soft looking soles and lovely shaped toes my friend. He will be easy to break if you are willing to do some hard-core tickling?" I asked for details and told Jake with an evil smile emoji that I was intrigued and more than willing to work over my bound neighbor. Jake told me to keep him hard using light strokes on his erect cock. Verbally tease him to no end. Tell him how you are taking pictures to share with co-workers and neighbors if he ever steps out of line. This approach will force him to think of the public humiliation aspect. But also to him to enjoy the tickle play, as it is obvious that he is enjoying being bound and helpless. This will make him embrace the scene and if worked right, will become a personally tickle slave to you. Now I must admit, my mind was really working all of this information as I secretly wondered what it would be like to have someone macho to "own" in the bedroom.
Jake provided several suggestions to help break Steve. A few of his suggestions were easy. Blindfold him for some of the torture. Keep him on edge but make him wait a long time before he shoots his first load. Find some kind of baby oil and get a hair dryer and a thin belt or wooden spoon. I was now ready to follow his checklist with simple tickling all over his body that would progressively get more intense. He assured me that when I got to his third or fourth forced ejaculation, that he would submit to anything. I wasted no time in using a sleep mask to blindfold Steve as he struggled to take in what was happening. I started with light tickles using my fingers and the stiff feather as I slowly worked over his entire body. His neck was sensitive, but his nipples and armpits were the worst for his upper body. Any play around his belly and groin area made him squeal with lust as his precum became ridiculous. I took my time and gently dug my fingers into the soft spot just above his hip bones, watching him thrash as he laughed hard to escape. His struggles trying desperately to avoid the maddening touch puts a smile on my face as I watch in amusement his hard cock wiggling from side to side. After a good minute I break out a stiff feather and tease his cock with long strokes from shaft to head and back down again. "You like that don't you Stevey?" I teased as he squirmed and scrunched his face. I tease him about cumming, asking him to let me know when he wants cum. He is close I surmise, but also know he thinks he can hold out.
I switch my position to kneeling between his legs where I can grab the tops of his knees and squeeze gently enough where he instantly shrieks and tries in earnest to bounce free. I know this touch has hit a sensitive spot and his thrashing is proof of a vulnerable helpless man. "Look at you thrash like a little bitch!" I tease him relentlessly and it has taken its toll as his laughter is becoming frantic. I work this tickle torture for a full minute and I let him rest, but only so I can get the tools for the tickle torture I have planned for his bare feet. I double check with Jake to make sure I have the formula for this torturous portion that should help break the bound husband. I find a nice slick oil from the bathroom and slowly apply this to his large soles and toes. It takes time to work the oil in deep which provides my captive a moment of relief, but will also be the means to his demise.
I am told to hold the hair dryer over one sole for a good 3 to 5 minutes. Not so close that it will hurt, but close enough that his foot should wiggle wildly as the oil heats up. I test the distance that will work by letting the hair dryer warm up my hand and once I start the heat flowing to his bound foot, his reaction is wild. I watch his toes flex back, then scrunch forward as he wiggles his foot from side to side. It's comical to watch the whole body react as he tries without success to avoid the forced heat. I'm told the heated foot will become even more sensitive to touch and I am intrigued to see just how much he can take. He screams for mercy with babbles of cries and his body is fighting even harder, which must be exhausting as it has only been 3 minutes. I stopped after 4 minutes, and let Stevey catch his breath. I waste no time and use the pointy end of the feather to test the tenderness of his sole. His foot bounces and twitches as I slowly peck over his red sole, verbally teasing him that this is just the beginning. I change to a fork and start a slow scratch and listen to him squeal with laughter as the scratches work their magic. I dig my fingers into the underside of his toes and his fight becomes crazy as he bounces all over the bed. I am mesmerized by the power I have over this babbling macho sissy, making my cock rage and forcing me to take a break to relieve myself.
I climb on the bed and use some of the skin oil to not only grease up my hard cock, but also grab Steve's cock and start to stroke, slowly at first, but within 30 seconds, we are both shooting a load landing on Steve's heaving stomach. I'm light headed and collapse next to Steve who seems to have passed out himself. Not sure how long I laid there, but when I finally looked over at Steve, I was surprised to see a slight smile on his face. I was taken aback at first, so I said, you know I am not done with you right? Steve's smile lit up his face. I was hoping you would not be done Phil. That caught me off guard, as I sat up leaning across his body, asking him if he wanted to get tortured some more. Steve kept smiling and said, "I must be a sadistic dude, but I love what you did to me." I wasn't sure if he was just saying that, or if he was really into it. I decided to test out confession and told him his left foot was going to be oiled and heated, then tickle tortured. Again a smile, and a wimpy voice said, "Please Phil, don't tickle me anymore, I can't take it! I will do anything to make it stop."
I was not expecting that Steve would now become my secret tickle bondage slave. His divorce went through and now as a free man who can do as he pleases, we meet often and play hard. He has found his niche in the bondage tickle world and you wouldn't believe that this macho, business owner is now tied up in my basement with his arms held up high over his head, while he sits on a bench with his big feet trapped in my new stocks that Steve purchased. What is even better for me, I've started an onlyfans page and take request from so many who want him tied, tickled and tortured in many different positions. I guess it is a win for both of us. I've received a request from a married couple from Maryland who want to tickle torture macho Steve. Steve is all for it, saying that a husband and wife tickling him would be a pleasure.
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