In Part Three of this epic tale of kinky hilarity, handsome Brian gets his second chance at last! And it proves to be a life-changing experience!
BRIAN'S SECOND CHANCE
by
T.T. Gore
Part Three
"Here's the deal, Brian," said David as he surveyed his bound and helpless victim. "Usually, I have to cum three or four times during a session like this." He smiled. "But since you're a novice, I'm going to let you off easy…"
Brian trembled in his bonds. This couldn't be HAPPENING! It wasn't possible! He wouldn't LET it happen—!
David leaned forward. "Just cum for me, Brian," he whispered. "That's all I ask. Just let yourself go for me—one time."
"No!" Brian yelled. "No! Help! HELP! Somebody fucking HELP me!"
"Oh, I'll help, you, Brian." David smiled. "I'll help you to experience something very, VERY special…"
"I don't WANT to experience something special!" Brian shrilled.
David shook his head. "Oh, but Brian, you've got no choice! The girls did a really good job of tying you up for me. I mean, LOOK at yourself—kneeling there with your arms above your head and your balls in that noose. You're HELPLESS, big boy! And you're all mine…"
Brian tugged frantically at the rope that bound his wrists. But it was an exercise in futility. The rope had been passed over an exposed ceiling pipe and tied at the center point of the sawed-off broom handle to whose ends his ankles were securely bound. Pulling on the rope simply raised either his arms or his feet. And his mobility was even further limited by the length of string looped around his balls and tied to a small hook screwed into the floor.
"Maybe a little tickling will help you to see things my way, Brian." David flashed an evil grin. "Shall we begin?"
And without warning, he raised his arms and dug his sharp-nailed fingers into Brian's sides, just below the armpits.
"EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!" Brian screamed. "HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEIE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEIEE-HEE-HEE!!!"
"Wow!" David exclaimed. "You really ARE ticklish!" He flexed his fingers.
"EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!" Brian screamed. "AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!"
"Want me to make you CUM?" David inquired in a throaty whisper.
"OH-NO-HO-OH-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!" Brian bellowed in reply. "OH PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEEESE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!! OH I'M GO-HO-HO-HOING CRAY-HAY-AY-HAY-ZEEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!"
"You DON'T want to cum?" David whispered as his fingers scampered up Brian's sides to probe his exposed armpits. "Are you SURE about that, big boy?"
"BWAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!" Brian shrieked. "OH NO!!! OH-HO!!! OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!"
"Are you POSITIVE?" David inquired returning his attention to Brian's rib cage.
"EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!" Brian screamed. "EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!"
When David finally paused—a lifetime later—Brian's face was bright pink and stained with tears, his bare body was covered with greasy sweat, and his laughter had dwindled to a faint wheeze.
"Well!" David exclaimed brightly, rising from his knees. "You're certainly posing me a challenge here, big boy! It looks as though I'm going to have to use more EXTREME measures—unless, that is, you're willing to be reasonable."
Brian managed to shake his head and gasp, "No...no…I can't..."
"Well, if that's the way you want it!" David patted his victim's cheek. "Shall we do your feet next?"
He moved to the rear. "Let's see," Brian heard him mutter. "Where to begin? The heels? The arches? Ah, the toes!"
Brian felt a pair of fingers grasp his left big toe. "Tickle, tickle," David whispered, stroking the pad of the toe with a fingernail.
"GAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!" Brian screamed. "OH GAWD IT TICK-ICK-ICK-HICK-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HICK-HICKLES!!!"
"That's the idea," David agreed as he grabbed the next toe.
Brian squealed and squirmed and screeched and struggled for many minutes as his tormenter tickled each one of his wiggling toes. He howled and writhed for many minutes more as David used the point of a toothpick to explore the tender spaces between his toes. He became quite hysterical when David turned his attention to the balls of the feet, scratching them with that hellish toothpick until Brian was sure—no fucking doubt ABOUT it!—that one minute MORE would drive him right the fuck over the screaming edge of MADNESS—!
But he couldn't make it STOP—and there was nothing to do but KNEEL there—laughing and laughing and fucking LAUGHING while fucking David stroked every horribly ticklish square millimeter of his bare, defenseless FEET—!
Then, abruptly, it stopped! Oh, it STOPPED and Brian wept with servile relief….
"Want me to make you cum yet, Brian?" David's voice was throaty with arousal. "Are you ready to let me be NICE to you?"
"Please..." Brian wheezed. "No...more..."
"I'll take that as a yes," David whispered. "Here, let's make you a little bit more comfortable..."
He reached between Brian's thighs and released his balls from the noose. "Better? Good. But you're not READY Brian. How can I make you cum if you're not all HARD for me?"
"Please..." Brian moaned. "I can't...I just...can't..."
"You're just not TRYING, big boy!" David giggled. "But I know what you need! Hang in there with me, Brian, and we'll get through this together. Trust me…"
David got up and stepped around to face his victim. "You're almost there, Brian," he whispered. "I can FEEL it! Can't you?"
He picked up the long, stiff pointed white feather. "This will do the trick."
Brian sobbed! "You CAN’T!" he insisted. "I couldn't STAND any more! Oh, please please PLEASE don't tickle me again! I'll do anything you say! Anything!"
"The spirit is willing," David answered. "But the flesh, Brian, is weak." He glanced down. "Your precious PENIS isn't standing UP for me yet!"
"But I can't HELP it!" Brian wailed.
"I can, though. Trust me." David touched the feather to the bridge of Brian's nose. "It won't be long now."
He moved around to the rear again. "You see, Brian," he said, "even a big, strong, muscular stud like you has at least one VERY sensitive and delicate spot! In your case, considering how ticklish you are, I'm sure it's EXTRA sensitive! Can you guess what spot I mean?"
"Omygod PLEASE!" Brian moaned.
"Mmmmm," David sighed. "They're so EXPOSED, Brian. Just DANGLING there…"
Brian's asshole contracted.
"Now what do you suppose would happen, big boy, if I were to slip this feather in between your thighs and oh-so-gently STROKE those family jewels?" David giggled. "Would you promise me anything? I bet you would!"
"No!" Brian cried. "Yes! Anything! Anything you WANT! Just please don't TICKLE me there! Oh please not THERE!"
He was still protesting and promising when David dipped the feather down between his straining thighs and oh-so-gently stroked his dangling balls, causing them to sway slightly.
"EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!" Brian shrieked as the exquisitely unbearable sensation produced by the feather's caress swept through his body. "EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!"
A plague of goose bumps roughened Brian's skin, causing the dark hairs on his arms and legs to stand up and like tiny wires. Every muscle in his body quivered…
David stroked again.
"EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!" Brian screched. Spittle flew from his wide-open mouth. Tears streamed from his eyes. Sweat trickled down his sides. "HEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!"
David stroked again.
"HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HIIIIEEIE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!" Brian screamed like an adolescent GIRL as the feather caressed his jiggling balls! "HEE-HEE-UGH-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-UGH-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-UGH-UGH-UGH-UGH!!!"
He was so totally preoccupied with David's excruciating ministrations that he didn't even notice when they had their desired effect. But David did! And he slipped the feather over Brian's suddenly tenseballs to stroke the underside of his stiff and quivering COCK—!
Brian moaned, this time with pleasure. His hips began to move in synch with the back-and-forth motion of the feather. "Oh YES!" he grunted. "Yes—yes—oh fucking YES—!"
"Didn't I tell you," David breathed. "Didn't I PROMISE? Now wiggle your sexy fanny for me, big boy! Mmmm, I just LOVE the view from back here…"
"Omygod!" Brian cried. "Omygod just please don't fucking STOP—!"
But David DID stop—but just long enough to move around to the front and kneel face to face with his victim. "Are we READY, big boy?" he whispered, stroking his own rigid shaft with one hand and holding the feather in the other.
Brian made a desperate, throaty sound.
David smiled and began to tease Brian's cock with the feather. After a moment he scooted closer to bring his own joystick into play. Each swirl of the feather was now tormenting BOTH their upright organs! With his free hand, David toyed with Brian's chest hair…
It was disgusting—it was humiliating—Brian HATED it—but somehow that didn't matter and he found himself begging David to make him CUM—and the delicious sensation was building in his balls and David was stroking with his fingers now, faster and faster and HARDER—and Brian put his head back, and arched his back, and wiggled his hips—and commenced to cum his stupid fucking BRAINS out—!
"Oh Brian—YES!" David cried. "You're fucking SQUIRTING me and I'm going to CUM—!"
Brian grunted and gasped as he emptied his balls. And he wept with pleasure as David returned the favor—!
When it was over, David giggled. "We squirted each other," he whispered. "What naughty, NAUGHTY boys we are!"
Brian just hung there in his bonds, gasping.
David stood up. "God, that was FANTASTIC he sighed. "Didn't I PROMISE you'd be able to do it?"
"Omygod!" Brian moaned. "What the FUCK…?"
"Well," said David. "That was fun! And you know, big boy, there a lot MORE we could do together!" He tousled Brian's hair. "But Adrienne DID say that if you could cum for me, your punishment would be over…"
In the house above, a door opened and closed. Brian recognized his wife's voice. Adrienne, Peggy and Kim were back from dinner.
"Guess I'll have to let you go now," David said. There was a tinge of regret in his voice.
"Wait," Brian whispered as David reached out to undo the first knot.
David raised an eyebrow.
"Don't untie me yet," Brian breathed. "Oh, please, I want to go again…"
The cellar door opened. "Hey, David!" It was Kim. "How's it going down there?"
David hesitated. Then he said, "I'm afraid that Brian's being stubborn."
Kim laughed. "Take all the time you need. We'll make sure you're not disturbed."
The cellar door closed.
David picked up the feather. He knelt facing Brian. He smiled.
"Say there, big boy!" David whispered. "Are you ticklish…?"
BRIAN'S SECOND CHANCE
by
T.T. Gore
Part Three
"Here's the deal, Brian," said David as he surveyed his bound and helpless victim. "Usually, I have to cum three or four times during a session like this." He smiled. "But since you're a novice, I'm going to let you off easy…"
Brian trembled in his bonds. This couldn't be HAPPENING! It wasn't possible! He wouldn't LET it happen—!
David leaned forward. "Just cum for me, Brian," he whispered. "That's all I ask. Just let yourself go for me—one time."
"No!" Brian yelled. "No! Help! HELP! Somebody fucking HELP me!"
"Oh, I'll help, you, Brian." David smiled. "I'll help you to experience something very, VERY special…"
"I don't WANT to experience something special!" Brian shrilled.
David shook his head. "Oh, but Brian, you've got no choice! The girls did a really good job of tying you up for me. I mean, LOOK at yourself—kneeling there with your arms above your head and your balls in that noose. You're HELPLESS, big boy! And you're all mine…"
Brian tugged frantically at the rope that bound his wrists. But it was an exercise in futility. The rope had been passed over an exposed ceiling pipe and tied at the center point of the sawed-off broom handle to whose ends his ankles were securely bound. Pulling on the rope simply raised either his arms or his feet. And his mobility was even further limited by the length of string looped around his balls and tied to a small hook screwed into the floor.
"Maybe a little tickling will help you to see things my way, Brian." David flashed an evil grin. "Shall we begin?"
And without warning, he raised his arms and dug his sharp-nailed fingers into Brian's sides, just below the armpits.
"EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!" Brian screamed. "HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEIE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEIEE-HEE-HEE!!!"
"Wow!" David exclaimed. "You really ARE ticklish!" He flexed his fingers.
"EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!" Brian screamed. "AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!"
"Want me to make you CUM?" David inquired in a throaty whisper.
"OH-NO-HO-OH-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!" Brian bellowed in reply. "OH PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEEESE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!! OH I'M GO-HO-HO-HOING CRAY-HAY-AY-HAY-ZEEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!"
"You DON'T want to cum?" David whispered as his fingers scampered up Brian's sides to probe his exposed armpits. "Are you SURE about that, big boy?"
"BWAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!" Brian shrieked. "OH NO!!! OH-HO!!! OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!"
"Are you POSITIVE?" David inquired returning his attention to Brian's rib cage.
"EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!" Brian screamed. "EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!"
When David finally paused—a lifetime later—Brian's face was bright pink and stained with tears, his bare body was covered with greasy sweat, and his laughter had dwindled to a faint wheeze.
"Well!" David exclaimed brightly, rising from his knees. "You're certainly posing me a challenge here, big boy! It looks as though I'm going to have to use more EXTREME measures—unless, that is, you're willing to be reasonable."
Brian managed to shake his head and gasp, "No...no…I can't..."
"Well, if that's the way you want it!" David patted his victim's cheek. "Shall we do your feet next?"
He moved to the rear. "Let's see," Brian heard him mutter. "Where to begin? The heels? The arches? Ah, the toes!"
Brian felt a pair of fingers grasp his left big toe. "Tickle, tickle," David whispered, stroking the pad of the toe with a fingernail.
"GAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!" Brian screamed. "OH GAWD IT TICK-ICK-ICK-HICK-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HICK-HICKLES!!!"
"That's the idea," David agreed as he grabbed the next toe.
Brian squealed and squirmed and screeched and struggled for many minutes as his tormenter tickled each one of his wiggling toes. He howled and writhed for many minutes more as David used the point of a toothpick to explore the tender spaces between his toes. He became quite hysterical when David turned his attention to the balls of the feet, scratching them with that hellish toothpick until Brian was sure—no fucking doubt ABOUT it!—that one minute MORE would drive him right the fuck over the screaming edge of MADNESS—!
But he couldn't make it STOP—and there was nothing to do but KNEEL there—laughing and laughing and fucking LAUGHING while fucking David stroked every horribly ticklish square millimeter of his bare, defenseless FEET—!
Then, abruptly, it stopped! Oh, it STOPPED and Brian wept with servile relief….
"Want me to make you cum yet, Brian?" David's voice was throaty with arousal. "Are you ready to let me be NICE to you?"
"Please..." Brian wheezed. "No...more..."
"I'll take that as a yes," David whispered. "Here, let's make you a little bit more comfortable..."
He reached between Brian's thighs and released his balls from the noose. "Better? Good. But you're not READY Brian. How can I make you cum if you're not all HARD for me?"
"Please..." Brian moaned. "I can't...I just...can't..."
"You're just not TRYING, big boy!" David giggled. "But I know what you need! Hang in there with me, Brian, and we'll get through this together. Trust me…"
David got up and stepped around to face his victim. "You're almost there, Brian," he whispered. "I can FEEL it! Can't you?"
He picked up the long, stiff pointed white feather. "This will do the trick."
Brian sobbed! "You CAN’T!" he insisted. "I couldn't STAND any more! Oh, please please PLEASE don't tickle me again! I'll do anything you say! Anything!"
"The spirit is willing," David answered. "But the flesh, Brian, is weak." He glanced down. "Your precious PENIS isn't standing UP for me yet!"
"But I can't HELP it!" Brian wailed.
"I can, though. Trust me." David touched the feather to the bridge of Brian's nose. "It won't be long now."
He moved around to the rear again. "You see, Brian," he said, "even a big, strong, muscular stud like you has at least one VERY sensitive and delicate spot! In your case, considering how ticklish you are, I'm sure it's EXTRA sensitive! Can you guess what spot I mean?"
"Omygod PLEASE!" Brian moaned.
"Mmmmm," David sighed. "They're so EXPOSED, Brian. Just DANGLING there…"
Brian's asshole contracted.
"Now what do you suppose would happen, big boy, if I were to slip this feather in between your thighs and oh-so-gently STROKE those family jewels?" David giggled. "Would you promise me anything? I bet you would!"
"No!" Brian cried. "Yes! Anything! Anything you WANT! Just please don't TICKLE me there! Oh please not THERE!"
He was still protesting and promising when David dipped the feather down between his straining thighs and oh-so-gently stroked his dangling balls, causing them to sway slightly.
"EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!" Brian shrieked as the exquisitely unbearable sensation produced by the feather's caress swept through his body. "EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!"
A plague of goose bumps roughened Brian's skin, causing the dark hairs on his arms and legs to stand up and like tiny wires. Every muscle in his body quivered…
David stroked again.
"EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!" Brian screched. Spittle flew from his wide-open mouth. Tears streamed from his eyes. Sweat trickled down his sides. "HEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!"
David stroked again.
"HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HIIIIEEIE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!" Brian screamed like an adolescent GIRL as the feather caressed his jiggling balls! "HEE-HEE-UGH-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-UGH-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-UGH-UGH-UGH-UGH!!!"
He was so totally preoccupied with David's excruciating ministrations that he didn't even notice when they had their desired effect. But David did! And he slipped the feather over Brian's suddenly tenseballs to stroke the underside of his stiff and quivering COCK—!
Brian moaned, this time with pleasure. His hips began to move in synch with the back-and-forth motion of the feather. "Oh YES!" he grunted. "Yes—yes—oh fucking YES—!"
"Didn't I tell you," David breathed. "Didn't I PROMISE? Now wiggle your sexy fanny for me, big boy! Mmmm, I just LOVE the view from back here…"
"Omygod!" Brian cried. "Omygod just please don't fucking STOP—!"
But David DID stop—but just long enough to move around to the front and kneel face to face with his victim. "Are we READY, big boy?" he whispered, stroking his own rigid shaft with one hand and holding the feather in the other.
Brian made a desperate, throaty sound.
David smiled and began to tease Brian's cock with the feather. After a moment he scooted closer to bring his own joystick into play. Each swirl of the feather was now tormenting BOTH their upright organs! With his free hand, David toyed with Brian's chest hair…
It was disgusting—it was humiliating—Brian HATED it—but somehow that didn't matter and he found himself begging David to make him CUM—and the delicious sensation was building in his balls and David was stroking with his fingers now, faster and faster and HARDER—and Brian put his head back, and arched his back, and wiggled his hips—and commenced to cum his stupid fucking BRAINS out—!
"Oh Brian—YES!" David cried. "You're fucking SQUIRTING me and I'm going to CUM—!"
Brian grunted and gasped as he emptied his balls. And he wept with pleasure as David returned the favor—!
When it was over, David giggled. "We squirted each other," he whispered. "What naughty, NAUGHTY boys we are!"
Brian just hung there in his bonds, gasping.
David stood up. "God, that was FANTASTIC he sighed. "Didn't I PROMISE you'd be able to do it?"
"Omygod!" Brian moaned. "What the FUCK…?"
"Well," said David. "That was fun! And you know, big boy, there a lot MORE we could do together!" He tousled Brian's hair. "But Adrienne DID say that if you could cum for me, your punishment would be over…"
In the house above, a door opened and closed. Brian recognized his wife's voice. Adrienne, Peggy and Kim were back from dinner.
"Guess I'll have to let you go now," David said. There was a tinge of regret in his voice.
"Wait," Brian whispered as David reached out to undo the first knot.
David raised an eyebrow.
"Don't untie me yet," Brian breathed. "Oh, please, I want to go again…"
The cellar door opened. "Hey, David!" It was Kim. "How's it going down there?"
David hesitated. Then he said, "I'm afraid that Brian's being stubborn."
Kim laughed. "Take all the time you need. We'll make sure you're not disturbed."
The cellar door closed.
David picked up the feather. He knelt facing Brian. He smiled.
"Say there, big boy!" David whispered. "Are you ticklish…?"
(The End—And a New Beginning…?)
