Tricked into bondage by his crush, Mark is now at the whim of the malicious Kristi and her hunky boyfriend Cameron, who want nothing more than to humiliate him for their own amusement.
Part 1: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/cucked-by-his-crush-part-1-fm-m.451139/
Hope you all enjoy this one! Procrastinated on it a lot but finally got it finished. Let me know if you want to see more of these, I have some fun ideas for another few parts if anyone is interested in reading more! Thanks for reading anyway!!
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“What’s wrong, Mark? Ticklish?”, Kristi asked, a single ominous nail waiting on the sole of his left foot.
“Oh I… leave me alone…”, Mark instructed meekly.
Kristi ignored the helpless boy’s words and lightly dragged her nail to the pads of his toes, and then back down to the heel. Her pace was slow and teasing. Tingles overtook Mark’s foot as the girl toyed with him. The edges of his mouth twitched, almost breaking into a smile as the nail gradually charged up the tickling sensations. Kristi watched the frightened young man like a wolf, judging his reactions. She sped up a little, causing Mark to yelp and breaking his face into a full-blown involuntary grin.
“I’ll take that as a yes to my question”, Kristi confirmed proudly.
The manipulative woman placed a finger from her other hand on Mark’s right foot and started to lazily scribble on that sole just like his left. The fingernails seemed to move in opposite directions; when one went high on his arches, the other would circle his heel with devious intent. The tickles weren’t quite overwhelming for Mark, but they constantly tugged at his mind, and the mixed-up movements confused the boy all the more. Kristi looked gleeful as she played with him, her face brightening every time her trailing talons prompted his feet to twitch or jerk away.
“Kristi... how about you let me go before this goes too far... I won’t tell anyone about this, I swear!”, Mark bargained, though his fear penetrated his hopelessly unfazed tone.
Kristi answered his offer with a brutal four finger scratch right up his sole. Mark shrieked and jolted his bound legs hard, causing his captor to giggle. “Oh you aren’t going anywhere freak, we’re just getting started”. She stepped up the pace now, slowly clawing with both hands right in the centre of his feet. Mark laughed harder and kicked as much as possible, but his legs had scant room to thrash around. “Besides, I’m not remotely worried about you telling anyone. Who the hell would believe I would want anything to do with you? I’ve got a hot boyfriend, and you’re just a shy geeky loser. Trust me, if you tried to convince people this ever happened, you’d end up the one in trouble for being a delusional pervert”.
Mark sank his head back into the pillow, trying to ignore the riotous foot tickling. The deceptive girl was right he knew; nobody would believe that a stunner like her would invite him over for anything, much less a depraved bondage trap with her boyfriend in tow. Mark looked over at the hunk standing off to his left. Cameron seemed completely unfazed as his girlfriend tormented another mans soles, smiling one of those stereotypical dumb jock smiles. If anything he appeared to be appreciating her work, paying no mind to the actual human being she was inflicting her talents upon. He kept one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his jeans, the other rifled through his sparkling golden hair. To Mark, this was likely the most impactful day of his young adult life. To Cameron, this seemed like a Tuesday.
Kristi pulled back the toes on her captives left foot and dug deftly in between them with her nails. This caused Mark to squeal and instinctively lurch his entire upper body forwards in a vain attempt to protect himself, though all he achieved was hurting his arms as the leather cuffs pulled him back down to the bed. “Wow, Tickle Boy sure doesn’t like that one, does he!”, Kristi exclaimed, getting a derisive chuckle out of Cameron. Her fingernails danced from toe to toe, ravishing Mark with inescapable tingles. “Dooo-nnnt-tt caa-aaall mee-eeee thaa-tt", he complained through sustained laughter.
“Why not”, she asked mockingly. “You are my little Tickle Boy, aren’t you? It’s not like you’re good for anything more than that. Your job is to squirm under my fingertips, that’s it. And to think you came over here all excited because you seriously thought I wanted you as a man, rather than a slave!”.
Kristi withdrew from his feet, allowing Mark a brief respite to catch his breath. She sauntered seductively around the bed, hips swaying in her sexy black dress. As she passed, Cameron smacked her firmly on the ass. Kristi turned and shot him a cheeky grin, and he replied in kind with a wink. “See bitch, that’s the privilege of a real man. He gets to touch my body because he deserves it. You’ll only get to dream about my perfect ass, Kristi demeaned him.
Mark found himself looking away shamefully as she neared the top of the bed. He could feel her superior gaze washing over him, and didn’t dare meet her vision. “What’s wrong loser, feeling nervous around the pretty girl?”, she asked condescendingly. A hand gripped his chin and forcefully brought his face around until their eyes locked. Hers sparkled like blue gemstones, piercing right through him. “I’m right here pervert, swoon your gorgeous crush with your words”.
“Please...”, Mark muttered, forcing his quivering lips to form words. “Please just stop it. I get it, I’m a loser... I just want to go home now”. Kristi’s expression softened, as if she were going to take pity on him. That facade lasted all of 10 seconds before she laughed right in his face.
“My little puppy sounds sad! Is he really upset?”. She accentuated the question by forcing his head up and down with her hand, making him nod embarrassingly. He winced slightly as her sharp nails pressed lightly into his cheeks. “But that can’t be true”, she announced. She turned his head again, this time until he was staring right at his own crotch. “If he’s so miserable, why is he as hard as a rock right now?”.
Mark’s cock was a firm beacon of arousal, barely constrained by his underwear. The sub felt a sharp pang of embarrassment as he was forced to stare at his own involuntary erection, enhanced even more so by the wet spot forming at the tip from his premature leakage. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Cameron was also judging his package intently. To his shame, even despite the circumstances, Mark was cloyingly eager for any stimulation to his dick.
“That’s not... I don’t enjoy it!”, Mark wailed as Kristi released his face.
“Who are you trying to convince, slut? Us or yourself?”, she remarked cheekily.
Kristi hopped up onto the bed and swung one of her deliciously toned legs over him until she was straddling his stomach. Mark couldn’t help but take in her beauty this time. She looked like a goddess mounted atop him in the silky black dress, and he still felt so conflictingly compelled to worship her as such, even after her lies and cruelty. He fantasised about cursing her and storming out just as much as he did ripping off that dress and ravishing her body, though he knew both scenarios were equally as unlikely. Her soft fingers splayed out over his ribs, entrancing him with her electrifying touch.
“I’m going to count your ribbies now, but since maths isn’t my strong suit I need you to keep track for me, okay?”, she instructed in a demeaning tone. She tweaked one of his bottom ribs, prompting Mark to let out a sudden squawk. She pressed on each rib in a row, sending jolts of energy right into Mark’s chest. Every prod made him rattle his restraints, as Kristi grinned and shifted to stay mounted on him. The captive hated the rib torment even more than the foot tickling; he could at least steel himself towards the latter and try to distract his mind, but the brief tension between each attack on his ribs made his nerves go haywire.
“I’m not hearing any counting...”, Kristi chided him. “This doesn’t stop until you cooperate with me tickle boy”. Mark tried to hold out and resist playing her silly game, but a few more presses on his tender chest muscles quickly broke him down.
“Onnnnee”, he called out mid yelp.
“Finally realising you must obey my commands, huh?”, she remarked proudly. The assault continued as Kristi plucked along Mark’s ribs, the poor young man counting upwards as she tormented him. Five, six, seven, the count carried on as Kristi played his ribs like a guitar. Cameron appeared to be growing more intrigued by his girlfriend's strange kink as the session went on, watching intently as she bullied her submissive pet. As Mark’s count was about to surpass a dozen, Kristi clamped a hand over his whimpering mouth.
“Why have you stopped counting?”, she asked mischievously, tweaking another rib. “If we lose count, I’ll have to start all over again!”. Mark urgently cried out the number, but only a muffled “twwweeevvee” made it through the hand gag. “How unfortunate! One...”, she announced, starting the torment all over again. Mark squirmed despairingly, whilst the previously silent Cameron let out a light chuckle from the side of the room. The rib tickling continued for a few more minutes before Kristi finally withdrew. Mark gasped for air as her hand left his mouth; Kristi merely wiped her moist palm disgustedly on the bed.
Through watery eyes, the ticklish sub looked up at his crush. Even after all the excitement, she looked magnificent. She peered down at him wickedly, the joy of torture painted all over her face. Kristi flexed her arms, causing her tight dress to hug her toned body and cling alluringly to her breasts. Mark could feel another heavy drop of pre-cum leak out into his underwear. Despite all the torture, his erection had only grown harder.
Kristi cupped his face tenderly, catching him by surprise. The girl leaned down, her hair falling like streams of lava and tickling his cheeks and neck. Her face swooped in towards him, as if she meant to... kiss him? Butterflies raged inside him, as the feelings of betrayal clashed with those of smitten affection. Mark pressed out his lips and closed his eyes, awaiting the magical kiss of the goddess above him. It never came, but laughter did.
“Oh my god, you still want to kiss me after all this? You are such a pathetic perv!”, she mocked him.
Mark had no time to wallow in shame as Kristi ambushed his vulnerable armpits. Her talons whisked around the sensitive skin like a whirlwind, drawing gales of laughter out of her tied pet. She held back nothing this time, attacking his pits with unrelenting aggression. Mark screeched and jerked as hard as he could, barely managing to twist his shoulders a few degrees. The teen felt utterly helpless as his captor exploited every ticklish inch of his hollows. What little tufts of armpit hair he had did nothing to protect him from her playing him like an instrument.
“PLEAAA-SSS-EEEE KRRIII...IISSSTII... STOO-OPPP TIIICKLINN-NGG MEE-EEE”, he cried out in despondent panic. “I CAA-ANNNTT TAAAKEE III-ITTT”.
“But you can take it”, she stated matter-of-factly. “And you will, because you have no other choice. You are my slave, after all”.
Mark writhed with all his strength, though all he accomplished was messing up the bedsheet. Kristi continued the armpit assault with one hand, sending the other to roam his upper body with unexpected tickles. Nails skittered along his neck, tiptoed down his ribs, and probed his belly button. Without warning, another set of fingers suddenly swept along his soles. Mark’s legs bucked forcefully, the restraints digging into his ankles as they held him in place. The tickle toy depressingly wondered if Kristi had sprouted another pair of arms, just so she could double his torment. The girl turned at the feeling of his flailing legs and let out a gleeful gasp.
“My, my! Finally decided that this looks like too much fun to miss out on?”, Kristi chirped excitedly. Craning his neck, Mark could see Kristi’s broad-shouldered boyfriend running his hands up and down his arches. “Fire away baby, I’m happy to share my toy with you”.
The couple tortured him in unison now, with Kristi reigning over his upper body whilst Cameron ravaged his feet. Kristi was a master of keeping Mark off-guard; just when he would begin to temper his sensitivity in one spot, she would redirect somewhere else for maximum efficiency. Cameron was much less skilled in comparison, running his rough, strong hands wildly and relentlessly. Regardless, Mark couldn’t take much more of this tag-team tickling. His breaths grew shallow as he spent every second bellowing out laughter. His eyes pricked with tears, equally from embarrassment and exhaustion. Even his arms and legs were aching from the non-stop thrashing against the unyielding cuffs.
“Ppp.....lleeea...sseee.... MEEerr...rrcyyyy”, Mark huffed out with the last of his strength.
“What’s that, slave?”, Kristi asked with sadistic sweetness.
“MEEE--ERRRCYYY.... I CAAA-NNNTTT", he pleaded.
“Let me think.... NO!”, she decreed, prompting another laugh from Cameron.
The tickling persisted for another 10 minutes, though it could’ve been an hour for all Mark knew. Too tired to maintain the fruitless begging, he merely lay there on the bed, laughing and twitching as the couple feasted on his ticklish weak spots. Finally, the hands pulled away from him, leaving him a brutalised, sweaty, ashamed mess. He barely reacted as Kristi started to release him from the restraints, simply sucking in air and recovering energy. His erection began to subside, his boxers now doused in pre-cum.
Weary, Mark looked over as Kristi started to rummage through a nearby drawer, seemingly ignoring him. He scrambled to his feet awkwardly, unused to having free limbs after spending so long bound. Without saying a word, the teen retrieved his discarded shirt from the floor and shakily slipped into it. Before he could reach for the first button, a hand gripped his shoulder. Mark jumped at Kristi’s touch but dared not move. He could feel her breath on his neck as she leaned in close behind him.
“Who said we were done with you?”, she hissed ominously. Cameron appeared in the doorway as she spoke, hefting a sturdy dining chair with a tall wooden back. “Now go over there and sit, like a good slave. Don’t resist, you know Cameron is strong enough to force you anyway”, Kristi instructed him domineeringly.
Mark shuffled towards the cocky boyfriend, still panting for air as he moved. The wooden seat was cold even through his boxers as he took a seat, the intimidating Cameron looming over him. Kristi followed behind, a coil of thick black rope weaved between her fingers. Mark offered up his wrists to her without a fight as she folded his arms behind the back of the chair. She wrapped the rope tightly, binding his hands together and pinning him to the chair. He gave a perfunctory strain against the rope, rocking the chair forwards an inch or two. Mark accepted his detainment, slumping in his seat.
“Don’t look so defeated!”, Kristi called out happily. “It’s time for your reward”.
Kristi and Cameron came together at the foot of the bed, embracing in a deep kiss. Her fingers ran through his golden hair as they made out, his own hands taking hold of her round hips and moving sensually upwards. She pressed her body against his, melding herself against his chiselled chest. Cameron flicked off the straps of her dress, easing off the silken outfit to reveal the flawless skin underneath. Kristi reached her own hand down to give the hefty bulge in her boyfriend's jeans a squeeze before deftly undoing the belt buckle. The jeans fell away, and Cameron quickly stripped off his boxers too. Mark could only see the man from behind, but even his ass looked perfect compared to Mark’s own.
“Actually, I don’t think you deserve to see this”, Kristi decided boastfully. She plucked Cameron’s boxers and turned to Mark with them outspread in her hands. The prisoner attempted to shift his head away but could do little to fend Kristi off. He recoiled as the boxers were pulled over his head, obscuring his vision and filling his nostrils with the musky scent of Cameron’s crotch.
Mark could barely make out the scene in front of him through the cloth underwear, but his ears painted the picture. He could hear the pair kissing again, followed by the spring of the bed as the two collapsed onto it. His cock started to rise again as he imagined ravishing Kristi’s gorgeous body, touching her all over, and doing his best to pleasure her. Instead, all he could hear was Cameron doing those things to her instead. A feminine moan echoed in the room, drawing out his jealousy further. Mark wished he could at least masturbate, but the rope bound him securely. With no other choice, he merely accepted his role as the humiliated cuck, as his dream scenario played out right in front of him.
Part 1: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/cucked-by-his-crush-part-1-fm-m.451139/
Hope you all enjoy this one! Procrastinated on it a lot but finally got it finished. Let me know if you want to see more of these, I have some fun ideas for another few parts if anyone is interested in reading more! Thanks for reading anyway!!
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“What’s wrong, Mark? Ticklish?”, Kristi asked, a single ominous nail waiting on the sole of his left foot.
“Oh I… leave me alone…”, Mark instructed meekly.
Kristi ignored the helpless boy’s words and lightly dragged her nail to the pads of his toes, and then back down to the heel. Her pace was slow and teasing. Tingles overtook Mark’s foot as the girl toyed with him. The edges of his mouth twitched, almost breaking into a smile as the nail gradually charged up the tickling sensations. Kristi watched the frightened young man like a wolf, judging his reactions. She sped up a little, causing Mark to yelp and breaking his face into a full-blown involuntary grin.
“I’ll take that as a yes to my question”, Kristi confirmed proudly.
The manipulative woman placed a finger from her other hand on Mark’s right foot and started to lazily scribble on that sole just like his left. The fingernails seemed to move in opposite directions; when one went high on his arches, the other would circle his heel with devious intent. The tickles weren’t quite overwhelming for Mark, but they constantly tugged at his mind, and the mixed-up movements confused the boy all the more. Kristi looked gleeful as she played with him, her face brightening every time her trailing talons prompted his feet to twitch or jerk away.
“Kristi... how about you let me go before this goes too far... I won’t tell anyone about this, I swear!”, Mark bargained, though his fear penetrated his hopelessly unfazed tone.
Kristi answered his offer with a brutal four finger scratch right up his sole. Mark shrieked and jolted his bound legs hard, causing his captor to giggle. “Oh you aren’t going anywhere freak, we’re just getting started”. She stepped up the pace now, slowly clawing with both hands right in the centre of his feet. Mark laughed harder and kicked as much as possible, but his legs had scant room to thrash around. “Besides, I’m not remotely worried about you telling anyone. Who the hell would believe I would want anything to do with you? I’ve got a hot boyfriend, and you’re just a shy geeky loser. Trust me, if you tried to convince people this ever happened, you’d end up the one in trouble for being a delusional pervert”.
Mark sank his head back into the pillow, trying to ignore the riotous foot tickling. The deceptive girl was right he knew; nobody would believe that a stunner like her would invite him over for anything, much less a depraved bondage trap with her boyfriend in tow. Mark looked over at the hunk standing off to his left. Cameron seemed completely unfazed as his girlfriend tormented another mans soles, smiling one of those stereotypical dumb jock smiles. If anything he appeared to be appreciating her work, paying no mind to the actual human being she was inflicting her talents upon. He kept one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his jeans, the other rifled through his sparkling golden hair. To Mark, this was likely the most impactful day of his young adult life. To Cameron, this seemed like a Tuesday.
Kristi pulled back the toes on her captives left foot and dug deftly in between them with her nails. This caused Mark to squeal and instinctively lurch his entire upper body forwards in a vain attempt to protect himself, though all he achieved was hurting his arms as the leather cuffs pulled him back down to the bed. “Wow, Tickle Boy sure doesn’t like that one, does he!”, Kristi exclaimed, getting a derisive chuckle out of Cameron. Her fingernails danced from toe to toe, ravishing Mark with inescapable tingles. “Dooo-nnnt-tt caa-aaall mee-eeee thaa-tt", he complained through sustained laughter.
“Why not”, she asked mockingly. “You are my little Tickle Boy, aren’t you? It’s not like you’re good for anything more than that. Your job is to squirm under my fingertips, that’s it. And to think you came over here all excited because you seriously thought I wanted you as a man, rather than a slave!”.
Kristi withdrew from his feet, allowing Mark a brief respite to catch his breath. She sauntered seductively around the bed, hips swaying in her sexy black dress. As she passed, Cameron smacked her firmly on the ass. Kristi turned and shot him a cheeky grin, and he replied in kind with a wink. “See bitch, that’s the privilege of a real man. He gets to touch my body because he deserves it. You’ll only get to dream about my perfect ass, Kristi demeaned him.
Mark found himself looking away shamefully as she neared the top of the bed. He could feel her superior gaze washing over him, and didn’t dare meet her vision. “What’s wrong loser, feeling nervous around the pretty girl?”, she asked condescendingly. A hand gripped his chin and forcefully brought his face around until their eyes locked. Hers sparkled like blue gemstones, piercing right through him. “I’m right here pervert, swoon your gorgeous crush with your words”.
“Please...”, Mark muttered, forcing his quivering lips to form words. “Please just stop it. I get it, I’m a loser... I just want to go home now”. Kristi’s expression softened, as if she were going to take pity on him. That facade lasted all of 10 seconds before she laughed right in his face.
“My little puppy sounds sad! Is he really upset?”. She accentuated the question by forcing his head up and down with her hand, making him nod embarrassingly. He winced slightly as her sharp nails pressed lightly into his cheeks. “But that can’t be true”, she announced. She turned his head again, this time until he was staring right at his own crotch. “If he’s so miserable, why is he as hard as a rock right now?”.
Mark’s cock was a firm beacon of arousal, barely constrained by his underwear. The sub felt a sharp pang of embarrassment as he was forced to stare at his own involuntary erection, enhanced even more so by the wet spot forming at the tip from his premature leakage. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Cameron was also judging his package intently. To his shame, even despite the circumstances, Mark was cloyingly eager for any stimulation to his dick.
“That’s not... I don’t enjoy it!”, Mark wailed as Kristi released his face.
“Who are you trying to convince, slut? Us or yourself?”, she remarked cheekily.
Kristi hopped up onto the bed and swung one of her deliciously toned legs over him until she was straddling his stomach. Mark couldn’t help but take in her beauty this time. She looked like a goddess mounted atop him in the silky black dress, and he still felt so conflictingly compelled to worship her as such, even after her lies and cruelty. He fantasised about cursing her and storming out just as much as he did ripping off that dress and ravishing her body, though he knew both scenarios were equally as unlikely. Her soft fingers splayed out over his ribs, entrancing him with her electrifying touch.
“I’m going to count your ribbies now, but since maths isn’t my strong suit I need you to keep track for me, okay?”, she instructed in a demeaning tone. She tweaked one of his bottom ribs, prompting Mark to let out a sudden squawk. She pressed on each rib in a row, sending jolts of energy right into Mark’s chest. Every prod made him rattle his restraints, as Kristi grinned and shifted to stay mounted on him. The captive hated the rib torment even more than the foot tickling; he could at least steel himself towards the latter and try to distract his mind, but the brief tension between each attack on his ribs made his nerves go haywire.
“I’m not hearing any counting...”, Kristi chided him. “This doesn’t stop until you cooperate with me tickle boy”. Mark tried to hold out and resist playing her silly game, but a few more presses on his tender chest muscles quickly broke him down.
“Onnnnee”, he called out mid yelp.
“Finally realising you must obey my commands, huh?”, she remarked proudly. The assault continued as Kristi plucked along Mark’s ribs, the poor young man counting upwards as she tormented him. Five, six, seven, the count carried on as Kristi played his ribs like a guitar. Cameron appeared to be growing more intrigued by his girlfriend's strange kink as the session went on, watching intently as she bullied her submissive pet. As Mark’s count was about to surpass a dozen, Kristi clamped a hand over his whimpering mouth.
“Why have you stopped counting?”, she asked mischievously, tweaking another rib. “If we lose count, I’ll have to start all over again!”. Mark urgently cried out the number, but only a muffled “twwweeevvee” made it through the hand gag. “How unfortunate! One...”, she announced, starting the torment all over again. Mark squirmed despairingly, whilst the previously silent Cameron let out a light chuckle from the side of the room. The rib tickling continued for a few more minutes before Kristi finally withdrew. Mark gasped for air as her hand left his mouth; Kristi merely wiped her moist palm disgustedly on the bed.
Through watery eyes, the ticklish sub looked up at his crush. Even after all the excitement, she looked magnificent. She peered down at him wickedly, the joy of torture painted all over her face. Kristi flexed her arms, causing her tight dress to hug her toned body and cling alluringly to her breasts. Mark could feel another heavy drop of pre-cum leak out into his underwear. Despite all the torture, his erection had only grown harder.
Kristi cupped his face tenderly, catching him by surprise. The girl leaned down, her hair falling like streams of lava and tickling his cheeks and neck. Her face swooped in towards him, as if she meant to... kiss him? Butterflies raged inside him, as the feelings of betrayal clashed with those of smitten affection. Mark pressed out his lips and closed his eyes, awaiting the magical kiss of the goddess above him. It never came, but laughter did.
“Oh my god, you still want to kiss me after all this? You are such a pathetic perv!”, she mocked him.
Mark had no time to wallow in shame as Kristi ambushed his vulnerable armpits. Her talons whisked around the sensitive skin like a whirlwind, drawing gales of laughter out of her tied pet. She held back nothing this time, attacking his pits with unrelenting aggression. Mark screeched and jerked as hard as he could, barely managing to twist his shoulders a few degrees. The teen felt utterly helpless as his captor exploited every ticklish inch of his hollows. What little tufts of armpit hair he had did nothing to protect him from her playing him like an instrument.
“PLEAAA-SSS-EEEE KRRIII...IISSSTII... STOO-OPPP TIIICKLINN-NGG MEE-EEE”, he cried out in despondent panic. “I CAA-ANNNTT TAAAKEE III-ITTT”.
“But you can take it”, she stated matter-of-factly. “And you will, because you have no other choice. You are my slave, after all”.
Mark writhed with all his strength, though all he accomplished was messing up the bedsheet. Kristi continued the armpit assault with one hand, sending the other to roam his upper body with unexpected tickles. Nails skittered along his neck, tiptoed down his ribs, and probed his belly button. Without warning, another set of fingers suddenly swept along his soles. Mark’s legs bucked forcefully, the restraints digging into his ankles as they held him in place. The tickle toy depressingly wondered if Kristi had sprouted another pair of arms, just so she could double his torment. The girl turned at the feeling of his flailing legs and let out a gleeful gasp.
“My, my! Finally decided that this looks like too much fun to miss out on?”, Kristi chirped excitedly. Craning his neck, Mark could see Kristi’s broad-shouldered boyfriend running his hands up and down his arches. “Fire away baby, I’m happy to share my toy with you”.
The couple tortured him in unison now, with Kristi reigning over his upper body whilst Cameron ravaged his feet. Kristi was a master of keeping Mark off-guard; just when he would begin to temper his sensitivity in one spot, she would redirect somewhere else for maximum efficiency. Cameron was much less skilled in comparison, running his rough, strong hands wildly and relentlessly. Regardless, Mark couldn’t take much more of this tag-team tickling. His breaths grew shallow as he spent every second bellowing out laughter. His eyes pricked with tears, equally from embarrassment and exhaustion. Even his arms and legs were aching from the non-stop thrashing against the unyielding cuffs.
“Ppp.....lleeea...sseee.... MEEerr...rrcyyyy”, Mark huffed out with the last of his strength.
“What’s that, slave?”, Kristi asked with sadistic sweetness.
“MEEE--ERRRCYYY.... I CAAA-NNNTTT", he pleaded.
“Let me think.... NO!”, she decreed, prompting another laugh from Cameron.
The tickling persisted for another 10 minutes, though it could’ve been an hour for all Mark knew. Too tired to maintain the fruitless begging, he merely lay there on the bed, laughing and twitching as the couple feasted on his ticklish weak spots. Finally, the hands pulled away from him, leaving him a brutalised, sweaty, ashamed mess. He barely reacted as Kristi started to release him from the restraints, simply sucking in air and recovering energy. His erection began to subside, his boxers now doused in pre-cum.
Weary, Mark looked over as Kristi started to rummage through a nearby drawer, seemingly ignoring him. He scrambled to his feet awkwardly, unused to having free limbs after spending so long bound. Without saying a word, the teen retrieved his discarded shirt from the floor and shakily slipped into it. Before he could reach for the first button, a hand gripped his shoulder. Mark jumped at Kristi’s touch but dared not move. He could feel her breath on his neck as she leaned in close behind him.
“Who said we were done with you?”, she hissed ominously. Cameron appeared in the doorway as she spoke, hefting a sturdy dining chair with a tall wooden back. “Now go over there and sit, like a good slave. Don’t resist, you know Cameron is strong enough to force you anyway”, Kristi instructed him domineeringly.
Mark shuffled towards the cocky boyfriend, still panting for air as he moved. The wooden seat was cold even through his boxers as he took a seat, the intimidating Cameron looming over him. Kristi followed behind, a coil of thick black rope weaved between her fingers. Mark offered up his wrists to her without a fight as she folded his arms behind the back of the chair. She wrapped the rope tightly, binding his hands together and pinning him to the chair. He gave a perfunctory strain against the rope, rocking the chair forwards an inch or two. Mark accepted his detainment, slumping in his seat.
“Don’t look so defeated!”, Kristi called out happily. “It’s time for your reward”.
Kristi and Cameron came together at the foot of the bed, embracing in a deep kiss. Her fingers ran through his golden hair as they made out, his own hands taking hold of her round hips and moving sensually upwards. She pressed her body against his, melding herself against his chiselled chest. Cameron flicked off the straps of her dress, easing off the silken outfit to reveal the flawless skin underneath. Kristi reached her own hand down to give the hefty bulge in her boyfriend's jeans a squeeze before deftly undoing the belt buckle. The jeans fell away, and Cameron quickly stripped off his boxers too. Mark could only see the man from behind, but even his ass looked perfect compared to Mark’s own.
“Actually, I don’t think you deserve to see this”, Kristi decided boastfully. She plucked Cameron’s boxers and turned to Mark with them outspread in her hands. The prisoner attempted to shift his head away but could do little to fend Kristi off. He recoiled as the boxers were pulled over his head, obscuring his vision and filling his nostrils with the musky scent of Cameron’s crotch.
Mark could barely make out the scene in front of him through the cloth underwear, but his ears painted the picture. He could hear the pair kissing again, followed by the spring of the bed as the two collapsed onto it. His cock started to rise again as he imagined ravishing Kristi’s gorgeous body, touching her all over, and doing his best to pleasure her. Instead, all he could hear was Cameron doing those things to her instead. A feminine moan echoed in the room, drawing out his jealousy further. Mark wished he could at least masturbate, but the rope bound him securely. With no other choice, he merely accepted his role as the humiliated cuck, as his dream scenario played out right in front of him.
