NOTE: This is a M/M story with sexual elements so if that's not your thing you probably shouldn't read.
This is a story I wrote for my tickle master who lives in California and I in Oregon. I am 27 and he is at least twice my age... Tickle Boy and Tickle Master to this day haven't met. The original title was "Excuse the Bad Punctuation" because my punctuation is pretty terrible. 🙁
On the outskirts of Portland in a Four Seasons a young man stares intently out the window at dark clouds from the tenth story. He’s having a lazy day in his hotel room. Focusing concentratedly on the negative and positive spaces, his mind is caught in some sort of reverie. Unceremoniously the TV changes from the episode of Friends to commercial, and his attention is drawn back from freedom of the window to his current situation.
In unison the fan humming and boombox playing decadent Debussy have lulled him into a quite relaxed mood, while additionally coating the ambience in that thickness of privacy that comes with going unheard. A soft pink heating pad warms his back, and a grouping of stiffer than usual (for hotel standards) pillows, have comfortably propped up his head so he can watch the TV without straining. And a good thing too, for if they weren’t there he’d have only the blank white ceiling to gaze on, which could grow dreadfully dreary.
Oddly enough, the boy even half enjoyed the security of the leather restraints holding him snug and wide under the covers of the bed. They made sure he wasn’t going anywhere, which he reasoned was a good thing anyways- being totally naked as he was with no clothes to put on in sight. How could he explain his lack of clothes to these people he didn’t know at this hotel? If he could only get out of his bondage the first thing he’d do would be to take off the silly cat ears, and wipe off the cat nose and whiskers painted on his face. The next breath he had he’d remove the pink collar around his neck, with its ridiculous sweet chiming bell.
Furthering his helplessness, a bright yellow ballgag sits adorably between his chompers, filling out his cheeks and dropping his jaw. His mouth is preciously wide open and shut up at the same time. And all his docile murmurs and groans get eaten up by the fan/tv/music anyways.
The other half of him that isn’t content with his situation finds himself out of options. Oh heavens yes he’d run like the harrier he is. But those mitts about his hands make sure he’s not untying anything. And a good thing too! If that boy could get out of his bare spreadeagle state he’d run so fast and ruin the precious ornaments adorning his helpless footsies! Oh yes, you can’t see now, but under the covers a plush brush dangles on a string tied to the lad’s big toe on his right foot, and a long purple martin feather sways from side to side from that foot’s pinky toe.
Not to be outdone, the left foot has a card ornamenting his other pinky toe. Under the blankets it reads: PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME!!! (on the cover in comic sans baby blue on a yellow backdrop). Inside it says “Because if you do, noone would rescue me, and I’d laugh and bounce around helplessly for you and love it. Please no! –Love Tickle Boy.” With a picture of a feather at the end next to his name.
The thought of it all was too much, when the boy remembered where he was and what his friends would think if they knew what he had done to himself. So he started pulling and tugging against the leather binds in earnest, even though he knew he couldn’t Houdini his way out of his captors trap. Now imagine how arousing that sight was for a man who called himself Tickle Master when he quickly opened and closed the door. To see the fit young man struggling honestly, while still tucked safe and sound inside the bed for playtime. In his plight the boy only hears the man when the door opens and struggles harder, as if he hadn’t already given him full permission to do whatever he pleased with his body. As the man slowly approaches him, chuckling, the bell tingles on his collar like the ringing bell at a store calling for attention. And to the outside the scene could very well had looked like a real kidnapping, though the boy did previously get himself into this mess.
So there the two online buddies were, the younger of the two splayed wide under the covers of the bed naked with only his bare footsies and head and arms peaking out. The older of the two sat casually by the foot of the bed, twisting a plush brush to one of the tethered soles, and slowly walking his fingers up and down the other bare sensory pad, over and over. In this perfectly safe environment none but the participants were the wiser of the nature of the sadism/play. But, in isolation there was immense learning taking place. Every touch of a finger or brush made the boy react or try and fight it, and as TM adapted from his original gameplay to the bouncy kidnapped youth at his fingers, a true passion slowly emerged in his embrace, and several playful games/ideas/ways to get his boy where he wanted him to be sorted themselves out efficiently in his psyche. Partly this was allowed by the practiced measure of Tickle Master’s affection: his strokes were not grubby, neither his instruments too cautious in their ministrations. He had, in some bout of excitement, toyed his collared cat kid into a brief subspace where he was thrashing adorably on the bed for his master while that devil grinned on in adoration and lust. But now he was more content with simple flicks of the brush that sent light thrills of sensation over the boy’s arches, and steady pokes, that imitated a person walking, over the other foot- emphasizing the time they had now that the boy was totally caught, and giving him goosebumps.
The current development was very spotty- which was amusing to TM and dangerous to his slave. One moment the brush would be marked with the thickness of Van Gogh, the next it wouldn't be a brush at all but a spinning dreidel unpredictably wobbling before falling into the motion TM imagined a cat would make with it’s tongue while licking it’s offspring’s forehead. And for every new character the playfulness took on had different effects on the helpless muzzled laugher that entertained tickle master to no end. Lovingly he stared at the prisoner’s silly jolts and turns that gave the boy some element of comfort for the repeated hello’s tickle master’s fingers presented, some false hope from the nonsensical roads to tickle land drawn on his feet in so many variations.
For tickle boy, that helpless blonde runner trapped for whatever his kidnapper imagined, some of the icebreaking between him and his first male playmate had happened. The ambience of the fan, the tv, the covers, the soft bed, the heating pad had made him feel slightly safer. Seeing the man come inside to tickle him had sent his nerves on edge a bit, but then again there was nothing to do about it, being so perfectly helpless. Of course right before he wanted to run so far away, but the leather held him snug as a bug in a rug. But that first slightly aggressive tickle attack had made him little more docile, and after the following 10 minutes or so that Tickle Master, the plush brush and his footsies had gotten acquainted, he had to some degree already fit the bill of docile tickle boy. If there had been a voyeur they might have even thought he enjoyed it, the way he cackled and squirmed, eyes twinkling, giggling away in a mostly tranquil and accepting state.
Tickle master’s one way street of talking had also mostly worked the way he had intended on his boy. Some of it was bragging, bragging that's claims had veracity.
“You’re in trouble young man.” He'd say at times, his fingers wiggling threateningly before animated toes and soles. “Maybe, just maybe, it’ll be easier for you. But you have to be my docile tickle toy” He’d administer a slow massage saying this, and then before delivering the question, tease between the boys toes and wiggle one between plucking fingers. “Do you have it in you to accept that you're just my silly ticklish kiddo?” Then, like an presenter, his fingers would busy themselves, slowly raking up and down one foot, and swishing the feather softly over the other. The boy would scrunch up his face and speak incomprehensible words into his ballgag while TM taunted him more. “ I gagged you because I knew already I had caught you and I didn’t want to hear your silly denials, oh coochie coochie. I can see it in your body language and telling eyes, how you've longed for tickles, but haven't accepted that you're going to be all mine while you stay here. Awh! Ticka ticka pretty baby." Both hands ran wiggling up and down the boys feet now as he kicked and laughed.
"Just open up to your tickle master, gichie gichy kili kili coo. Fight that you wanted to be daddy’s naked tied up coochie toy if you want, if that’s what it takes for you to realize, you yearn my knowing touch and the counter-play of spankings and collar tugs that comes with being caught."
"Mphhh!", the boy had protested, cutely to Tm’s perspective.
"But don’t think you’re little fits or struggles fool Tickle Master. Tickle Master knows his pet better than he thinks. My baby boy needs special alone time. He needs to be tickled and teased in a way only tickle master knows how. And he needs more than that too, that naughty lil catboy."
He had got his boy laughing good again, lightly digging in to the center of both his soles with twitchy fingers. The boys legs were spread so wide he couldn't even hide one foot over the other. All he could do was bounce his frustrated butt against the bed and giggle like a caught slaveboy.
"Awww, poor boy. Don’t you worry your pretty lil head about all those naughty lil places daddy’s fingers and teasy toys will go. Just laugh for Daddy. Silly kiddo."
That was a sample of some of the taunts Tickle master played with his boy using. But he had other verbal cues he liked to use with his touches. Like flintiness for one.
After lulling him to a subspace of constant laughter and steady acceptance of mostly unpredictable tickle touches, and taunting him while building up the laughter and frenzy, tickle master let his boy rest a bit while cooing to him lovingly.
"It’s not *ALL* bad now is it darling?" The boy shook his head in agreement thankful to catch his breath.
"Say right now when Daddy catches some of your piggies and pulls them back. Doesn’t that inner child in you love a fun game of hide and seek?" Lightly running his nails over the taut sole, he chuckled at the boy’s defeated yelps and involuntary squirming.
"It just adds that much more fun when there's a penalty for getting caught, right lil trouble maker?"
The boy didn't like where this was going and shook his head no again, fighting back giggles, but it went ignored.
"Like lets say you had 3 whole minutes for your piggies to escape being lassoed by this big ole cowboy, or else 20 spankies and another game of my choice? Wouldn't the unlikely but entirely possible chance of escape from punishment motivate my sexy lil treat? I’ll set my alarm now on my iPhone…"
The foot was released and the boy tried to maintain composure while TM opened a bag of yarn and waved it for tb to see…
"OK here we go TB…"
"On your marks!" The boys face showed resentment…
"Get set!" Tickle master put his thumb near the phone…
"GO!"
The boy started bucking wildly surprising himself and TM, nearly bucking him off. Tm took it in stride, laughing, "That’s it kitty boy, show daddy what you're made of. Uho oh! He’s got the first piece of yarn, you better run lil boy! Can I tie it around that shy pinky toesie?"
The foot kicked wildly around but was caught by the pinky toe with one hand.
"I got your footsie baby boy! Ohoho and I tied a loop around that piggy. Who's the cutest lil piggy? Awww tika tika."
The boy blushed embarrassed at the silliness of it all but kept fighting with 230 to go…
"MMMmmm I'm hunting piggies, wonder if ill catch pretty baby’s middle toe? Oh scrunching them together huh. Silly footsie. I’ll still getcha. Oh tickle tickle. There we go. Didn't think of that did you silly kid?"
Tickle master lulled the boy into a tickle haze by coochying his soles and tickle talking him like a mean ole uncle with an innocent nephew. He asked the boy if his toesies had been tied before as he alternated between unprovoked tickle attacks, and lassoing the toes. The boy became turned on by the game of chase and tickle with his toeless and hoped tm didn't notice, but he did… and was patient waiting til the boy was complete clay before reshaping him… As the boy glowed in tickled excitement, laughing into his ballgag and jingling the bell on his collar, tickle master lassoed the final toe, asking the boy how bad he wanted those 20 spankies. He went on without warning, tugging all the lassoed toes back, and what started as single finger skates over his taut pleasure pad, became two finger walks, and steadily turned into escalated involvement in the area. And while he teased, he put thought provocative proposals in the captive’s head.
What should our next game be he asked to his charge.
He sped up his mean fingers, and performed more scooping and digging drills on the lad’s soles so he was spent. Then right before he proposed each idea he would slow and sensualize his touch. For the first idea, he tweaked the helpless piggies and lightly skittered his fingers as if spreading magic dust across the soles. The sensation was more nice feeling than tickling, so he threw in a few pokes and flicks to keep his tickle boy smiling.
The slow steady caresses gave the boy goosebumps and he laughed openly in hopes of hiding the play’s effect on him, only making it more obvious to the seasoned tickle master. Something about the slow touch was aggravating and exciting. It was aggravating because it was a loving touch that tm took the liberty to give. The time he took symbolized the time he had with his pet, and the role tb had become of not only tickle slave- but pleasure slave. He started to realize where a game that was erotic from the start, was heading. And realized TM was using their common fetish to both drowsy him up to weaken his resistance while stoking passionate flames inside. Although he was already tied nude for the man, hidden in secret with no hopes of rescue, and bound securely by leather restraints- the slow deliberate caressing of his soles after unrelenting tickle time made him feel the most vulnerable and helpless. It was exciting because tickle boy was a youth starved sexually of what he craved. Countless videos he had watched of payed actors mimicing the experience he was about to have, but unlike some rising football college kid who made it to the nfl, and was shocked he made it to the big time- it was the forbiddenness of the adventure coupled with the very real helplessness that made him feel like he was about to arrive….
And he couldn't have been more right, for after working him up into a giggle storm, tickle master had slowed down his touch to that intuitive stroking to brighten the allure of his twisted suggestions.
As he methodically massaged the tickled pink sole he proposed… I have an idea for our next game, baby boy. He knew by referring to him by teasy pet names he established the boy’s position, and toyed with his mood.
What if daddy removed the ballgag and traded it for a blindfold? The boy looked at him inquisitively, wonder filled his eyes and body from the slowing down of the play.
"Then we could play a game where daddy says open up and tells you what he wants to do with the thing he plops in your mouth. For example, licking, eating, holding for a bit."
The boy frowned. He didn't like this suggestion.
"It could be a popsicle, a muffin, daddy’s finger? What you think?"
Chuckling at his lad’s predictable reaction, he watched amusedly as his fingers dug into the boy’s arches, teasing him into tickle animated duress while he kept talking.
"Awh! You like that idea?" The boy momentarily was distracted by the tickles but managed to shake his head no while laughing.
"Oh! Pobrecito! No? You’re breaking my heart lil kid…" he didn't let up on his wiggling only teasing the boy harder…
"You didn’t even let me finish… When you’re a good tickle slave, daddy pleasures you, but when you're bad you get punished!"
The man took a sudden break and the boy struggled to catch his breath, but was horrified to find him waving a hairbrush by his soles.
"Silly guy", he chuckled, steadily brushing the bristles in circular motions over the foot with tied toesies. The boy forgot all about the kinky suggestion his captor just made, utterly taken up by the sensation at his foot. It really tickled and he wanted to communicate some ceasefire to his captor but all that came out were muffled laughs. Tickle master just tickled to tickle, loving his boy’s reactions and exploring ways to mix up his ministrations to better coax frenzy from him
"Daddy caught you! No escape from your tickles! Killli killli Killlliiii silly boycub."
The boy wasn’t prepared for the feeling the brush gave him and after 20 seconds of considering ways to bargain against it was forced to just fighting the feeling, while his kidnapper’s taunts and flirts trickled into his subconscious.
"Oh you sexy boy, you are just so irresistible right now. I love the way you try to scrunch up your foot but can’t. Oh tickle tickle, laugh for Daddy. Twickle twickle lil cub. You’re in so much trouble hehehe. That’s right. Kick and scream, try to get away!"
He was now frantic, filled with the urgent need to free his sensitive flesh from playful attacks. His face was getting redder and his struggles continued unabated but lessened in intensity as the sensations took some energy out of him. He tried to just laugh and accept it but the motions were too energetic and effective. He had to get away but couldn’t and was driven wild.
As tickle master pressed on and established his dominance, he started dropping little offerings, as backdoor deals against the tickles.
"Say tickle boy. Wouldn't you love a break from the silly ole brush?", He said loudly over the boys exhausted laughs.
"I wouldn't mind another game", and at the word game he was managing the foot again, while taking the plush brush of the unlassoed foot and gently lathering it cross a tensing sole. The boy let out a moan of dismay, and a few laughs here and there as tickle master threw in random teases on the other foot he massaged with fingers.
"What if I took off your gag, traded it for a blindfold, and taught you different responses that are expected for their appropriate triggers, from young naive cubboy’s sweet lips?"
The boy let out the tune of a question, making him chuckle and say “no tickle boy”
while teasing a sudden yelp from the boy’s heel.
"It would go like this, during a game of tickles, I might say the word footsie, and then you have to remember, when I'm done talking of course, to ask me to massage your butt. Or if I say stop you have to parrot back “Daddy please tickle me”. The trigger words and questions would be up to me, as well as the appropriate words from you. I of course would teach them all to you and rehearse with you….. Good behavior and compliance would be rewarded with pleasure and disobedience with punishment obviously.
The boy looked resentful shaking his head no again, but daddy kept lathering, massaging and talking.
"In a similar vein, daddy could request you to sing him a song while he plays with you- every missed word being tallied for a later punishment…."
The boy shook his head harder, making TM chuckle in delight.
What’s wrong silly guy? I imagine I’d enjoy your cover of “Oops I did it again”
Still affectionately massaging and lathering the boy’s feet the captor spoke further…
“There are other tickly ideas that just came to me, care to hear, lil boy?"
Unable to speak still, the cute jingle about the boy’s collar the man took for yes…
"Well, if it’s not to much trouble, Daddy set up the TV so it could read a powerpoint slide he made…. from it baby boy could get the unique opportunity to read along a narration of his tickle advencha! Sound fun?"
The boy worn out and lulled by the soothing touch just shook his head no lightly
"NO? What you mean no? Oh you poor sweet lil kid… Who's going to save you?"
Tickle master zeroed in on the highest tickle zones he had found with his fingers, bringing the most energy yet. It felt like punishment to the runner-turned-slave who quickly tried to say which idea he liked the most- which will forever remain a mystery as the ballgag muffled him. It in fact was punishment, and as Tickle Master correctly wagered, the most he was going to get out of his silly secret and keep him responsive. The boy couldn’t really thrash he was so pulled in multiple directions, and somewhere between childish mirth and mature hysteria, escaping both to a realm of sculptible arousal. Onward tickle master forged his doubly enthused fingers and the boy, with no more defense, tilted his head back passed acceptance in wild abandon. There was no more fighting the undeniable shocks to his system/ There was no vestige of safety, as those fingers went wherever they pleased. Sometimes they poked, sometimes they grabbed a brush to use instead. Always he shook and let out delightful pleas for mercy, but his antics for coping no longer could even distract him from the nonstop helpless torture he received. It was like when Pepe la Pew overtook the small cat, always struggling to escape her fate, ever ensnared in loving embrace. It simply didn't matter how much his pink teased soles waved, how his mind screamed for help, and his body shook desperately. And all his suffering and sweet emotion was just the tantamount expression of a pleasure slave.
Ever so much more did his muffled “No’s” and “Stops” arouse his captor, and the more he struggled the more flicks and caresses his adored soles received. He had reached a sort of defining moment of the interaction where he almost wanted to cry because the unabated touchings of his soles had pushed him past wild hysteria, to punished realization of his condition. Relishing his ”baby boy”s fear, he continued his torturous touches even though his dominance was already established. Passion had overtaken him like a wherewolf seized by the moons rays, and he whizzed on with his writhing delirious kid like a dog with its ball. Nipping the boy’s heels, one hand raked an arch while another wormed between toes. He chuckled
”Change your mind, Daddy’s sweeet plaything?” The boy nodded vigorously but was put off by him laughing “Too bad, you’ll be so good after this, I just know it”
And he was back to running the bristly brush over the ball of one foot while digging his finger into that special spot on the other he had discovered earlier. The boy laughed so hard he couldn't even think to see. He scrunched his toes and felt the man’s fingers spread his toes out so he could be exploited further and scrunched his face like a prune in defeated suppression.
So bad the unpredictable attacks tingled, he’d give anything…
And then nothing! It was over but he was still recovering lost breath while tickle master tenderly kissed each sole, before standing. Still recovering, he felt the man’s hand ruffle his hair, and scratch behind his ear’s soothingly. He was so tired and so needing recovery, he couldn’t comprehend the blindfold throwing him into darkness. Still panting, he felt a flung fingerland against the ballgag with a *pop* noise making tickle master chuckle. He let out a grunt of disapproval and felt a big hand cover his mouth and a click as his collar was leashed, then tugged.
“Hush, baby boy” the man cooed in his ear, before blowing in it too. He planted a curt kiss at the boy’s cheek and let go of the leash and boy’s chin. The boy let out a muffled moan and his face was gently slapped at the cheek twice. Confusedly the boy turned the direction he was slapped, but had his face redirected by tickle master’s hand at his chin. “Youre going to be a good tickle boy aren’t you”
He nodded, chin moving up and down in his owner’s hand.
“awwwwh, good!” he squeezed the boy’s cheek’s together, then played with him under his chin, like the cat he was.
Taking a brief pause, tickle master reached to both sides of the comforter and slowly uncovered his exhausted prey.
Being the athlete he was tickle boy recovered faster than most would from his defeating torture, but was one or two steps behind tickle master who had mixed in flirty touches before the boy could comprehend. Now he lay there mulling over what it meant to be touched like that while hidden away, by a man and not a woman. But the shock was only to increase as his sense perception alerted him the sheet was moving.
Now tickle master knew tickle boy was naked for him under the comforter, but he also knew the boy wasn’t expected by anyone for at least a day. More assuring was the leather restraints that held him fast in the man’s clutches. He was going to stay there as long as the man wanted him to, and with that cute ballgag filling up his cheeks, he was going to only be able to moan and laugh sexily for him in his bondage. All this made him take his time, and methodically bare his present to himself, while tickle boy frittered with the little energy he had. This exchange also made tickle boy feel even more childish in a few ways: jittering while tickle master maintained composure, being bare while tickle master remained clothed, trying to speak and failing whilst tickle master sat there contentedly smiling and not trying to talk.
Before he lowered the cover, he admired the boy’s blonde hair, and all American full features and prominent jawbone. He loved the way his nose was painted like that of a cat’s, with lil whiskers drawn on the boy’s cheeks. It was a less than innocent cuteness, for it really made the boy look more like the pet he was becoming. Further, he relished how he had blindfolded the pet as well- the black cloth covering his eyes looked so serious but was rather innocent in function compared to the sizeable yellow playful looking gag between the boy’s chomper’s. He would be removing it soon, but not yet- for he had grown a liking to the additional predicament it put his captive in.
There was more to the boy then the sum of his physical bindings too. The ears he wore and collar weren’t as appreciated as the way the boy held himself. Tickle master was immensely pleasured to see he had successfully manipulated the boy’s senses to get him ready for the next level of play. He had seen him glowing in an embarrassed tizzy and knew that prenegotiations and agreements aside, the boy was physically and emotionally susceptible to the suggestions and triggers his touches, talking and persuasions could engender. And this was already beyond a choice for the boy as he was so obviously weakened to resist the suggestions and turned on by so many aspects. All tickle master had to do was steer the boy the right way and the boy would be unable to deny he wasn’t the man’s pleasure pet.
So he took in the catboy’s face, studying it lovingly, then slowly dragged the cover down. As his hand’s pulled the boy felt a tingle from the material sliding over his neck and upperbody. Two small shoulder’s appeared, then collarbones and clavicles. Five seconds later the man had exposed the boy’s dime sized nipples, and prominent ribs.
He was methodical but taking no rest stops, unearthing more naked white skin of his tied up catboy. Next attraction was the boy’s flat abs and outie navel. Then without delay came his lower abdominals and hips. The man made extra sure to rub the cloth against the boys half mast chubby as he pulled the cloth down further, but remembered not to be greedy as he revealed the boy’s balls and thighs as well. With the main course already in view, he yanked the blanket aside in one motion leaving the boy completely nude before him. He chuckled and let his fully outstretched hand gingerly roam over the boy’s exposed tummy.
My you are a skinny one aren’t you he marveled. He gently laid down beside the boy’s naked X form, taking in his arresting plight. Lightly his fingers wiggled not to tickle but to lightly touch the boy somewhat possessively, since the fingers were outstretched and in a posture of one who holds. The man’s lips moved to his captive’s ear as his hand gently rolled over his naked and goosebumply flesh.
Another hand held something the boy couldn’t see.
Questioningly he murmured to the man who dragged his hand’s velvety possession symbolically over his lips and gag, straight down his neck and chest, over his navel to his quasi erect symbol of passion. His other hand caught a nipple and let it go, and then lightly dug into half jutting out ribbies. The boy in turn jumped, totally unaware of the pouch that was untightened and then with both hands tied over his erection.
To the boy’s horror, the pouch had strings at the base and opening of the pouch, allowing the man to as he did now, tug it lightly whatever direction he chose.
He let his wide, wiggling hand playfully wiggle the boy’s balls, as his other gently tugged the pouch’s string repeatedly.
“Awh lil cubboy, tell me you don’t love it” He whispered in the boy’s ear. The boy, confused and manipulated, let out moans while the hand not holding reigns, lightly squeezed his thighs and then drew a feather down his anus line.
“All caught and tied up for daddy, no one to turn to… He gently made a circle with his other hand and squeezing gently moved it up the boy’s shaft…
"Daddy’s cubboy runner with nowhere to run…" his other hand rubbed moderately against his side, which it would follow by raking fingers teasingly up his center.
"Oh baby boyoyyy…" he cooed while lightly jerking the boy’s cock from side to side twice in sync with his words. Daddy just wants you to know how proud he is of you…
He lightly squeezed the boy’s cock through the velvet pouch, and let his free hand spider between the boy’s wide open right underarm simultaneously.
"You’ve been so good for your master, and I’m going to get immense pleasure from playing with my newfound pleasure pet." He squeezed the boy’s cock at the word "pleasure" making him flush pink in embarrassment.
The boy let out some laughs, fighting a threefront war between the man’s words, erotic and tickly touches.
"Oh gitchy goo. Laugh for daddy." He said while lobster clawing his side. His other hand rubbing the boy to more excitement, he’d turn around and flirtily whispering “You look sooo irresistible to me, I simply love playing with your cock. Is that ok, subby slut? Hehe."
The boy, with his last stand considered shaking his head no, but was overcome with hilarity by a sudden nibbling of his thigh and pinching of his butt/leg meeting place to do more than bounce around giggling for him. It was unnerving that throughout all his motion his cock stayed securely rubbed in his master’s devious hand.
Even with tickles the boy was plenty hard so he stopped the light jerk session, and just held his erection contently.
To keep him on edge the man’s other hand repetitively plucked a nipple and went on to the other to do the same. Sometimes he flicked it, sometimes he poked, sometimes he twisted cruelly. Licking his lips he whispered, “
I knew when I was playing that game of chase with your toesies you were a very special breed of tickleboy… and I was so happy and thankful it was me who caught you for training.
He gently teased the boy’s chin, and grabbed it possessively, blowing hot air in his ear and talking matter of factly.
Daddy’s going to find all your secret spots in our secret game of tickles. OK?"
He nodded the boy’s head yes for him whilst digging into his thighs and then stopping. The boy’s waist made it 4 inches off the bed, before slamming back down to tm’s amusement.
"Since no one knows how lovely you are tied up for daddy, and responding oh so well to my cues, youre going to have to trust me for this wild ride, ok baby?" His blindfold was removed and he found himself delirious and half weighed down by eroticism, staring into his owner’s twinkling eyes.
"I mean look at us kiddo, you’re just my little plaything right now. I dressed you up, I dressed your cock up." He waggled a finger in the boy’s navel, and licked his nipple in circles.
"There’s no one else here to catch baby boy’s fall…" He tickle attacked both underarms and blew a rhaspberry in his boy’s tummy button.
"And I know I’ve tortured you…. But you liked it and wanted it…" He planted soft kisses in a sine curve path up the boy’s midsection. He also scratched behind the boy’s ears and poked the boy’s erection so it waved side to side before stopping. This lulled the boy a bit. Then he switched tact: Lightly he played his fingers against the tip of the pouch while French kissing the boy’s navel and holding his bottom.
The boy shook in slight resistance, but he knew if he really fought the man he’d be sent into punishing tickle torture fits. Instead he gulped while his erection grew between the man’s fingers and his helpless navel tucked inward though inevitably was met by the man’s dipping tongue.
"Isn’t it funny how fiercely tickle boy fought his tickles, but how pleasantly he accepted Daddy’s erotic play. Awh! Such a GOOD, Baby, Boy."
With another gear change the man deeply stroked his captive’s cock, making the boy tense in his bondage. Soon after he returned to just slowly toying with the anatomy, clacking his tongue along the boy’s thighs, and feeling up his butt. When his tongue wasn’t busy sliding over the boy, he used it to make clicking sounds at his captive like he wanted to kiss. These, together with loving coos and silly flattery about the boy’s tastiness, or cuteness woke up the captive to what was at stake and he bucked defiantly.
Unfortunately tickle master called the youngster’s bluff, clearing his throat and straddling the boy so his upright pouch almost contacted his captors pants.
"Awwww is daddy not allowed to touch you like that darling? Are you just craving more tickles, silly cubby? He asked, swaying the boy beneath him from side to side using his legs.
The boy, realizing his mistake, shook his head no and stared intently at his captor while mumbling into the ballgag. But his insistence that the touches were OK was too late, as tickle master started digging into an exposed underarm and the opposing ribcage.
Wide eyed and frantic he fought his bonds and shook the bed, just like tickle master wanted him to. The man’s hands danced all over him, from his nipples to his navel scurrying in different shapes and trajectories, sometimes making the boy totally wild, others just frettingly holding in his laughs. He loved making the boy tense under tickly touch, unable to do anything but squirm for him. It only took a matter of 3 minutes before the boy was totally wiped out and dominated. At that point, tickle master waved a scolding finger in front of the lad’s eyes, while saying reproachingly
"Tut tut silly cubboy tickle slave cutie"- he teased proddingly all over the boy’s tummy with the other hand making him crazy again.
"Don’t you know what happens to bad kitty boys, tied up naked and helpless for a tickle master?"
The boy yelled into his gag while tickle master endearingly wiggled his finger against the ball between his lips.
"Oh yes yes." Both hands he wiggled fast in front of the boy’s face.
"You lil troublemaker. Daddy knows just how to punish you."
The boy pleaded pathetically but was ignored.
"Saying no to Daddy, my goodness… Oh well, tickle tickle hunny."
The man tickled him the most devastatingly he had yet, digging with one hand and skittering nails with the other, then switching the orchestrations of both hands.
"Laugh it up sexy! Hohohoh youre gonna get it."
Kicking and flailing, struggling and yelling, losing track of everything, the boy just tilted his head back and laughed away, teased totally silly.
"Daddy caught youuuu hewwww! Uh oh! Does it twickle? Does pretty baby want it to Stwap? That poor silly kid…"
The boy had dissolved to mush and just laughed beyond consciousness.
"Oh my, got your nipples kitty, gitseed your belly button! Oh wiggle wiggle. Sexy lil kidnap slave."
The boy stared intently at his torturer for a second before throwing his head against the pillow and laughing more with his red face…
"Tell you what, tempting cubboy, IF you are willing to do what I say I can make it all better."
The boy nodded immediately, then scrunched his face hard as tickle master pinched both his nipples at the same time.
I’m going to take off that silly gag and we’re going to take a slight break where you do whatever I tell you with that sweet mouth of yours. As the boy calmed down the TM just gently petted his hair.
"Okay lil silly, I want you to push up your bottom so daddy can rest right under you." The boy complied and tickle master slid right under him after grabbing a mysterious black lunchbox.
"OK first thing, baby boy, I want you to ask me to stroke your cock, when I take off your gag. Can you do that for me?"
The boy paused and nodded, letting out a deep breath and preparing himself for what was to come. He was surprised by a big bear hug though, and a hand dragging a long featherduster everywhere it could reach. TM’s other fingers soon took turns dipping into the boy’s navel. His boy giggled for him and he whispered
"Soft gentle caresses for my special kid! Oh yes oh yes. Tickle, snuggle playtime for youhoo."
The boy was a mere canvas for the tickly roaming touch and slowly became so distracted he only noticed his ballgag coming off late. The bondage item was cast to the side of the bed and the boy expected to see the hands stop their movements but they continued on, leaving him still giggling and now blushing.
One hand possessively gripped the side of his tummy while the other continued dragging the featherduster lazily anywhere it pleased.
Remember your line, my pet?
-"*Giggle* yes…. Hehehe"
"Remember to call me Daddy too when you address me", he said, dropping the featherduster and walking both hands over the boys sides
"Daddy!" The boy shouted between laughs.
"Yes kiddo?"
"Will you hahaha! Stroke my cock? Hehehe Stop tickling me!"
"Hmmm" the man pondered, picking up his tickles along the boys thighs, annoyingly close to the boys pleasure spot. It really tickled and the boy struggled fruitlessly laughing in a frenzy.
"Why should I stroke you instead of what I’m doing now, baby boy?"
-"I don’t know it was your idea! Help! It tickles too much! I need a break hahahah!"
"You mean you asked me to stroke you and you don’t know why? What a naughty boy wasting precious playtime!"
The man lobster clawed both underarms and the boy threw a fit laughing so hard the man thought he should put the ballgag back on him. Then he lightened his touch and the boy said”
-"Daddy! Please stroke my cock because I think it would be more fun!"
"Awh! You mean you think you’d enjoy Daddy teasing you to orgasmic bliss?!"
-"Yes Daddy! Hey! Not my bellybutton! Nononon mwahahaha"
"Yes what tasty treat"
-"Hahahaaha stohahahp tehehe tickling hahah meee!"
"Awww", the man paused. "What was that again?"
-"Haha! Gah youre so mean!.... Daddy I think I'd enjoy you teasing me to orgasmic bliss."
"Awwww baby boy, of course daddy will play with your cock. Youre in the perfect position for me to hold, jerk, and tickle all at once!"
With that the boy felt a hand clasp around his dick while another wiggled his hip bones.
"Awww tell daddy about a time you got tickled."
-"Hehe I thought you were done tickling meeeee! *Moan*"
His hand went down to the boy’s butt pokingly for encouragement. His other hand steadily rubbed the helpless boy up.
-"Noooo! Stohahahap! OKOK I’ll tell!"
"That’s a very good cubby!" He stroked away eyes twinkling. His other hand twisted slowly in the boy’s navel.
The boy went on gigglingly
-"Moan hehehe I hehe well one time hahah! Stop! Gahhh moan"
"Such a silly tickle boy, look how your cock stiffens for Daddy!"
"OKOK I’ll tell! Hahaha noooo! Ahhh (bites lip)"
"So helpless between my fingers, but loving it. Trapped for the pleasure it would run away from, but secretly desires!"
-"One time when I was really young this girl tickled me in front of a much older girl! She asked me to tickle the older girl but I was too shy to try! The older girl just said me fingers didn’t tickle to explain my behavior to the other girl…."
"Awww! Cute story…I wanna try something different my cute pet. Why don’t you open up your mouth for daddy… Oh my … and look at you loving your strokes! OK baby boy, now stick out your tongue, and whatever you do don’t bring it back."
"Perfect!"
He started flirting with the boy, while repetitively inserting three fingers into the boy’s mouth, against his tongue. The next part is best captured in what he said
"Aww cutie, feel daddy’s fingers against your tongue, that’s right. Its time for your surrender, don’t fight it. Women are sexy, but tickle master knows how you need to be touched. Think about it, your helplessness and your desire. I can feel both in this lil mister so ready for release. It took a tickly touch to bring you to this point but here you are, sans tickles, and about to orgasm because I want you to.
As I tug against your tongue, and make your body conscious of all its secret submissive wonderings, you know that release symbolizes your ultimate submission. This night we will rest you and get you again. Various positions and techniques.
I love watching you give in to the pleasure. It’s fitting you are overcome with the sensations that got you here. Oh tickle tickle, his hand left the boys mouth and wiggled in his belly button.
Steadily he stroked the boy harder and harder while letting his fingers speed up crazy in that one spot. Awh! Don’t struggle you love it! Look at your raging hard on!
All tucked away for daddy to toy with and pleasure. You poor boy! Poor, poor boy!"
This is a story I wrote for my tickle master who lives in California and I in Oregon. I am 27 and he is at least twice my age... Tickle Boy and Tickle Master to this day haven't met. The original title was "Excuse the Bad Punctuation" because my punctuation is pretty terrible. 🙁
On the outskirts of Portland in a Four Seasons a young man stares intently out the window at dark clouds from the tenth story. He’s having a lazy day in his hotel room. Focusing concentratedly on the negative and positive spaces, his mind is caught in some sort of reverie. Unceremoniously the TV changes from the episode of Friends to commercial, and his attention is drawn back from freedom of the window to his current situation.
In unison the fan humming and boombox playing decadent Debussy have lulled him into a quite relaxed mood, while additionally coating the ambience in that thickness of privacy that comes with going unheard. A soft pink heating pad warms his back, and a grouping of stiffer than usual (for hotel standards) pillows, have comfortably propped up his head so he can watch the TV without straining. And a good thing too, for if they weren’t there he’d have only the blank white ceiling to gaze on, which could grow dreadfully dreary.
Oddly enough, the boy even half enjoyed the security of the leather restraints holding him snug and wide under the covers of the bed. They made sure he wasn’t going anywhere, which he reasoned was a good thing anyways- being totally naked as he was with no clothes to put on in sight. How could he explain his lack of clothes to these people he didn’t know at this hotel? If he could only get out of his bondage the first thing he’d do would be to take off the silly cat ears, and wipe off the cat nose and whiskers painted on his face. The next breath he had he’d remove the pink collar around his neck, with its ridiculous sweet chiming bell.
Furthering his helplessness, a bright yellow ballgag sits adorably between his chompers, filling out his cheeks and dropping his jaw. His mouth is preciously wide open and shut up at the same time. And all his docile murmurs and groans get eaten up by the fan/tv/music anyways.
The other half of him that isn’t content with his situation finds himself out of options. Oh heavens yes he’d run like the harrier he is. But those mitts about his hands make sure he’s not untying anything. And a good thing too! If that boy could get out of his bare spreadeagle state he’d run so fast and ruin the precious ornaments adorning his helpless footsies! Oh yes, you can’t see now, but under the covers a plush brush dangles on a string tied to the lad’s big toe on his right foot, and a long purple martin feather sways from side to side from that foot’s pinky toe.
Not to be outdone, the left foot has a card ornamenting his other pinky toe. Under the blankets it reads: PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME!!! (on the cover in comic sans baby blue on a yellow backdrop). Inside it says “Because if you do, noone would rescue me, and I’d laugh and bounce around helplessly for you and love it. Please no! –Love Tickle Boy.” With a picture of a feather at the end next to his name.
The thought of it all was too much, when the boy remembered where he was and what his friends would think if they knew what he had done to himself. So he started pulling and tugging against the leather binds in earnest, even though he knew he couldn’t Houdini his way out of his captors trap. Now imagine how arousing that sight was for a man who called himself Tickle Master when he quickly opened and closed the door. To see the fit young man struggling honestly, while still tucked safe and sound inside the bed for playtime. In his plight the boy only hears the man when the door opens and struggles harder, as if he hadn’t already given him full permission to do whatever he pleased with his body. As the man slowly approaches him, chuckling, the bell tingles on his collar like the ringing bell at a store calling for attention. And to the outside the scene could very well had looked like a real kidnapping, though the boy did previously get himself into this mess.
So there the two online buddies were, the younger of the two splayed wide under the covers of the bed naked with only his bare footsies and head and arms peaking out. The older of the two sat casually by the foot of the bed, twisting a plush brush to one of the tethered soles, and slowly walking his fingers up and down the other bare sensory pad, over and over. In this perfectly safe environment none but the participants were the wiser of the nature of the sadism/play. But, in isolation there was immense learning taking place. Every touch of a finger or brush made the boy react or try and fight it, and as TM adapted from his original gameplay to the bouncy kidnapped youth at his fingers, a true passion slowly emerged in his embrace, and several playful games/ideas/ways to get his boy where he wanted him to be sorted themselves out efficiently in his psyche. Partly this was allowed by the practiced measure of Tickle Master’s affection: his strokes were not grubby, neither his instruments too cautious in their ministrations. He had, in some bout of excitement, toyed his collared cat kid into a brief subspace where he was thrashing adorably on the bed for his master while that devil grinned on in adoration and lust. But now he was more content with simple flicks of the brush that sent light thrills of sensation over the boy’s arches, and steady pokes, that imitated a person walking, over the other foot- emphasizing the time they had now that the boy was totally caught, and giving him goosebumps.
The current development was very spotty- which was amusing to TM and dangerous to his slave. One moment the brush would be marked with the thickness of Van Gogh, the next it wouldn't be a brush at all but a spinning dreidel unpredictably wobbling before falling into the motion TM imagined a cat would make with it’s tongue while licking it’s offspring’s forehead. And for every new character the playfulness took on had different effects on the helpless muzzled laugher that entertained tickle master to no end. Lovingly he stared at the prisoner’s silly jolts and turns that gave the boy some element of comfort for the repeated hello’s tickle master’s fingers presented, some false hope from the nonsensical roads to tickle land drawn on his feet in so many variations.
For tickle boy, that helpless blonde runner trapped for whatever his kidnapper imagined, some of the icebreaking between him and his first male playmate had happened. The ambience of the fan, the tv, the covers, the soft bed, the heating pad had made him feel slightly safer. Seeing the man come inside to tickle him had sent his nerves on edge a bit, but then again there was nothing to do about it, being so perfectly helpless. Of course right before he wanted to run so far away, but the leather held him snug as a bug in a rug. But that first slightly aggressive tickle attack had made him little more docile, and after the following 10 minutes or so that Tickle Master, the plush brush and his footsies had gotten acquainted, he had to some degree already fit the bill of docile tickle boy. If there had been a voyeur they might have even thought he enjoyed it, the way he cackled and squirmed, eyes twinkling, giggling away in a mostly tranquil and accepting state.
Tickle master’s one way street of talking had also mostly worked the way he had intended on his boy. Some of it was bragging, bragging that's claims had veracity.
“You’re in trouble young man.” He'd say at times, his fingers wiggling threateningly before animated toes and soles. “Maybe, just maybe, it’ll be easier for you. But you have to be my docile tickle toy” He’d administer a slow massage saying this, and then before delivering the question, tease between the boys toes and wiggle one between plucking fingers. “Do you have it in you to accept that you're just my silly ticklish kiddo?” Then, like an presenter, his fingers would busy themselves, slowly raking up and down one foot, and swishing the feather softly over the other. The boy would scrunch up his face and speak incomprehensible words into his ballgag while TM taunted him more. “ I gagged you because I knew already I had caught you and I didn’t want to hear your silly denials, oh coochie coochie. I can see it in your body language and telling eyes, how you've longed for tickles, but haven't accepted that you're going to be all mine while you stay here. Awh! Ticka ticka pretty baby." Both hands ran wiggling up and down the boys feet now as he kicked and laughed.
"Just open up to your tickle master, gichie gichy kili kili coo. Fight that you wanted to be daddy’s naked tied up coochie toy if you want, if that’s what it takes for you to realize, you yearn my knowing touch and the counter-play of spankings and collar tugs that comes with being caught."
"Mphhh!", the boy had protested, cutely to Tm’s perspective.
"But don’t think you’re little fits or struggles fool Tickle Master. Tickle Master knows his pet better than he thinks. My baby boy needs special alone time. He needs to be tickled and teased in a way only tickle master knows how. And he needs more than that too, that naughty lil catboy."
He had got his boy laughing good again, lightly digging in to the center of both his soles with twitchy fingers. The boys legs were spread so wide he couldn't even hide one foot over the other. All he could do was bounce his frustrated butt against the bed and giggle like a caught slaveboy.
"Awww, poor boy. Don’t you worry your pretty lil head about all those naughty lil places daddy’s fingers and teasy toys will go. Just laugh for Daddy. Silly kiddo."
That was a sample of some of the taunts Tickle master played with his boy using. But he had other verbal cues he liked to use with his touches. Like flintiness for one.
After lulling him to a subspace of constant laughter and steady acceptance of mostly unpredictable tickle touches, and taunting him while building up the laughter and frenzy, tickle master let his boy rest a bit while cooing to him lovingly.
"It’s not *ALL* bad now is it darling?" The boy shook his head in agreement thankful to catch his breath.
"Say right now when Daddy catches some of your piggies and pulls them back. Doesn’t that inner child in you love a fun game of hide and seek?" Lightly running his nails over the taut sole, he chuckled at the boy’s defeated yelps and involuntary squirming.
"It just adds that much more fun when there's a penalty for getting caught, right lil trouble maker?"
The boy didn't like where this was going and shook his head no again, fighting back giggles, but it went ignored.
"Like lets say you had 3 whole minutes for your piggies to escape being lassoed by this big ole cowboy, or else 20 spankies and another game of my choice? Wouldn't the unlikely but entirely possible chance of escape from punishment motivate my sexy lil treat? I’ll set my alarm now on my iPhone…"
The foot was released and the boy tried to maintain composure while TM opened a bag of yarn and waved it for tb to see…
"OK here we go TB…"
"On your marks!" The boys face showed resentment…
"Get set!" Tickle master put his thumb near the phone…
"GO!"
The boy started bucking wildly surprising himself and TM, nearly bucking him off. Tm took it in stride, laughing, "That’s it kitty boy, show daddy what you're made of. Uho oh! He’s got the first piece of yarn, you better run lil boy! Can I tie it around that shy pinky toesie?"
The foot kicked wildly around but was caught by the pinky toe with one hand.
"I got your footsie baby boy! Ohoho and I tied a loop around that piggy. Who's the cutest lil piggy? Awww tika tika."
The boy blushed embarrassed at the silliness of it all but kept fighting with 230 to go…
"MMMmmm I'm hunting piggies, wonder if ill catch pretty baby’s middle toe? Oh scrunching them together huh. Silly footsie. I’ll still getcha. Oh tickle tickle. There we go. Didn't think of that did you silly kid?"
Tickle master lulled the boy into a tickle haze by coochying his soles and tickle talking him like a mean ole uncle with an innocent nephew. He asked the boy if his toesies had been tied before as he alternated between unprovoked tickle attacks, and lassoing the toes. The boy became turned on by the game of chase and tickle with his toeless and hoped tm didn't notice, but he did… and was patient waiting til the boy was complete clay before reshaping him… As the boy glowed in tickled excitement, laughing into his ballgag and jingling the bell on his collar, tickle master lassoed the final toe, asking the boy how bad he wanted those 20 spankies. He went on without warning, tugging all the lassoed toes back, and what started as single finger skates over his taut pleasure pad, became two finger walks, and steadily turned into escalated involvement in the area. And while he teased, he put thought provocative proposals in the captive’s head.
What should our next game be he asked to his charge.
He sped up his mean fingers, and performed more scooping and digging drills on the lad’s soles so he was spent. Then right before he proposed each idea he would slow and sensualize his touch. For the first idea, he tweaked the helpless piggies and lightly skittered his fingers as if spreading magic dust across the soles. The sensation was more nice feeling than tickling, so he threw in a few pokes and flicks to keep his tickle boy smiling.
The slow steady caresses gave the boy goosebumps and he laughed openly in hopes of hiding the play’s effect on him, only making it more obvious to the seasoned tickle master. Something about the slow touch was aggravating and exciting. It was aggravating because it was a loving touch that tm took the liberty to give. The time he took symbolized the time he had with his pet, and the role tb had become of not only tickle slave- but pleasure slave. He started to realize where a game that was erotic from the start, was heading. And realized TM was using their common fetish to both drowsy him up to weaken his resistance while stoking passionate flames inside. Although he was already tied nude for the man, hidden in secret with no hopes of rescue, and bound securely by leather restraints- the slow deliberate caressing of his soles after unrelenting tickle time made him feel the most vulnerable and helpless. It was exciting because tickle boy was a youth starved sexually of what he craved. Countless videos he had watched of payed actors mimicing the experience he was about to have, but unlike some rising football college kid who made it to the nfl, and was shocked he made it to the big time- it was the forbiddenness of the adventure coupled with the very real helplessness that made him feel like he was about to arrive….
And he couldn't have been more right, for after working him up into a giggle storm, tickle master had slowed down his touch to that intuitive stroking to brighten the allure of his twisted suggestions.
As he methodically massaged the tickled pink sole he proposed… I have an idea for our next game, baby boy. He knew by referring to him by teasy pet names he established the boy’s position, and toyed with his mood.
What if daddy removed the ballgag and traded it for a blindfold? The boy looked at him inquisitively, wonder filled his eyes and body from the slowing down of the play.
"Then we could play a game where daddy says open up and tells you what he wants to do with the thing he plops in your mouth. For example, licking, eating, holding for a bit."
The boy frowned. He didn't like this suggestion.
"It could be a popsicle, a muffin, daddy’s finger? What you think?"
Chuckling at his lad’s predictable reaction, he watched amusedly as his fingers dug into the boy’s arches, teasing him into tickle animated duress while he kept talking.
"Awh! You like that idea?" The boy momentarily was distracted by the tickles but managed to shake his head no while laughing.
"Oh! Pobrecito! No? You’re breaking my heart lil kid…" he didn't let up on his wiggling only teasing the boy harder…
"You didn’t even let me finish… When you’re a good tickle slave, daddy pleasures you, but when you're bad you get punished!"
The man took a sudden break and the boy struggled to catch his breath, but was horrified to find him waving a hairbrush by his soles.
"Silly guy", he chuckled, steadily brushing the bristles in circular motions over the foot with tied toesies. The boy forgot all about the kinky suggestion his captor just made, utterly taken up by the sensation at his foot. It really tickled and he wanted to communicate some ceasefire to his captor but all that came out were muffled laughs. Tickle master just tickled to tickle, loving his boy’s reactions and exploring ways to mix up his ministrations to better coax frenzy from him
"Daddy caught you! No escape from your tickles! Killli killli Killlliiii silly boycub."
The boy wasn’t prepared for the feeling the brush gave him and after 20 seconds of considering ways to bargain against it was forced to just fighting the feeling, while his kidnapper’s taunts and flirts trickled into his subconscious.
"Oh you sexy boy, you are just so irresistible right now. I love the way you try to scrunch up your foot but can’t. Oh tickle tickle, laugh for Daddy. Twickle twickle lil cub. You’re in so much trouble hehehe. That’s right. Kick and scream, try to get away!"
He was now frantic, filled with the urgent need to free his sensitive flesh from playful attacks. His face was getting redder and his struggles continued unabated but lessened in intensity as the sensations took some energy out of him. He tried to just laugh and accept it but the motions were too energetic and effective. He had to get away but couldn’t and was driven wild.
As tickle master pressed on and established his dominance, he started dropping little offerings, as backdoor deals against the tickles.
"Say tickle boy. Wouldn't you love a break from the silly ole brush?", He said loudly over the boys exhausted laughs.
"I wouldn't mind another game", and at the word game he was managing the foot again, while taking the plush brush of the unlassoed foot and gently lathering it cross a tensing sole. The boy let out a moan of dismay, and a few laughs here and there as tickle master threw in random teases on the other foot he massaged with fingers.
"What if I took off your gag, traded it for a blindfold, and taught you different responses that are expected for their appropriate triggers, from young naive cubboy’s sweet lips?"
The boy let out the tune of a question, making him chuckle and say “no tickle boy”
while teasing a sudden yelp from the boy’s heel.
"It would go like this, during a game of tickles, I might say the word footsie, and then you have to remember, when I'm done talking of course, to ask me to massage your butt. Or if I say stop you have to parrot back “Daddy please tickle me”. The trigger words and questions would be up to me, as well as the appropriate words from you. I of course would teach them all to you and rehearse with you….. Good behavior and compliance would be rewarded with pleasure and disobedience with punishment obviously.
The boy looked resentful shaking his head no again, but daddy kept lathering, massaging and talking.
"In a similar vein, daddy could request you to sing him a song while he plays with you- every missed word being tallied for a later punishment…."
The boy shook his head harder, making TM chuckle in delight.
What’s wrong silly guy? I imagine I’d enjoy your cover of “Oops I did it again”
Still affectionately massaging and lathering the boy’s feet the captor spoke further…
“There are other tickly ideas that just came to me, care to hear, lil boy?"
Unable to speak still, the cute jingle about the boy’s collar the man took for yes…
"Well, if it’s not to much trouble, Daddy set up the TV so it could read a powerpoint slide he made…. from it baby boy could get the unique opportunity to read along a narration of his tickle advencha! Sound fun?"
The boy worn out and lulled by the soothing touch just shook his head no lightly
"NO? What you mean no? Oh you poor sweet lil kid… Who's going to save you?"
Tickle master zeroed in on the highest tickle zones he had found with his fingers, bringing the most energy yet. It felt like punishment to the runner-turned-slave who quickly tried to say which idea he liked the most- which will forever remain a mystery as the ballgag muffled him. It in fact was punishment, and as Tickle Master correctly wagered, the most he was going to get out of his silly secret and keep him responsive. The boy couldn’t really thrash he was so pulled in multiple directions, and somewhere between childish mirth and mature hysteria, escaping both to a realm of sculptible arousal. Onward tickle master forged his doubly enthused fingers and the boy, with no more defense, tilted his head back passed acceptance in wild abandon. There was no more fighting the undeniable shocks to his system/ There was no vestige of safety, as those fingers went wherever they pleased. Sometimes they poked, sometimes they grabbed a brush to use instead. Always he shook and let out delightful pleas for mercy, but his antics for coping no longer could even distract him from the nonstop helpless torture he received. It was like when Pepe la Pew overtook the small cat, always struggling to escape her fate, ever ensnared in loving embrace. It simply didn't matter how much his pink teased soles waved, how his mind screamed for help, and his body shook desperately. And all his suffering and sweet emotion was just the tantamount expression of a pleasure slave.
Ever so much more did his muffled “No’s” and “Stops” arouse his captor, and the more he struggled the more flicks and caresses his adored soles received. He had reached a sort of defining moment of the interaction where he almost wanted to cry because the unabated touchings of his soles had pushed him past wild hysteria, to punished realization of his condition. Relishing his ”baby boy”s fear, he continued his torturous touches even though his dominance was already established. Passion had overtaken him like a wherewolf seized by the moons rays, and he whizzed on with his writhing delirious kid like a dog with its ball. Nipping the boy’s heels, one hand raked an arch while another wormed between toes. He chuckled
”Change your mind, Daddy’s sweeet plaything?” The boy nodded vigorously but was put off by him laughing “Too bad, you’ll be so good after this, I just know it”
And he was back to running the bristly brush over the ball of one foot while digging his finger into that special spot on the other he had discovered earlier. The boy laughed so hard he couldn't even think to see. He scrunched his toes and felt the man’s fingers spread his toes out so he could be exploited further and scrunched his face like a prune in defeated suppression.
So bad the unpredictable attacks tingled, he’d give anything…
And then nothing! It was over but he was still recovering lost breath while tickle master tenderly kissed each sole, before standing. Still recovering, he felt the man’s hand ruffle his hair, and scratch behind his ear’s soothingly. He was so tired and so needing recovery, he couldn’t comprehend the blindfold throwing him into darkness. Still panting, he felt a flung fingerland against the ballgag with a *pop* noise making tickle master chuckle. He let out a grunt of disapproval and felt a big hand cover his mouth and a click as his collar was leashed, then tugged.
“Hush, baby boy” the man cooed in his ear, before blowing in it too. He planted a curt kiss at the boy’s cheek and let go of the leash and boy’s chin. The boy let out a muffled moan and his face was gently slapped at the cheek twice. Confusedly the boy turned the direction he was slapped, but had his face redirected by tickle master’s hand at his chin. “Youre going to be a good tickle boy aren’t you”
He nodded, chin moving up and down in his owner’s hand.
“awwwwh, good!” he squeezed the boy’s cheek’s together, then played with him under his chin, like the cat he was.
Taking a brief pause, tickle master reached to both sides of the comforter and slowly uncovered his exhausted prey.
Being the athlete he was tickle boy recovered faster than most would from his defeating torture, but was one or two steps behind tickle master who had mixed in flirty touches before the boy could comprehend. Now he lay there mulling over what it meant to be touched like that while hidden away, by a man and not a woman. But the shock was only to increase as his sense perception alerted him the sheet was moving.
Now tickle master knew tickle boy was naked for him under the comforter, but he also knew the boy wasn’t expected by anyone for at least a day. More assuring was the leather restraints that held him fast in the man’s clutches. He was going to stay there as long as the man wanted him to, and with that cute ballgag filling up his cheeks, he was going to only be able to moan and laugh sexily for him in his bondage. All this made him take his time, and methodically bare his present to himself, while tickle boy frittered with the little energy he had. This exchange also made tickle boy feel even more childish in a few ways: jittering while tickle master maintained composure, being bare while tickle master remained clothed, trying to speak and failing whilst tickle master sat there contentedly smiling and not trying to talk.
Before he lowered the cover, he admired the boy’s blonde hair, and all American full features and prominent jawbone. He loved the way his nose was painted like that of a cat’s, with lil whiskers drawn on the boy’s cheeks. It was a less than innocent cuteness, for it really made the boy look more like the pet he was becoming. Further, he relished how he had blindfolded the pet as well- the black cloth covering his eyes looked so serious but was rather innocent in function compared to the sizeable yellow playful looking gag between the boy’s chomper’s. He would be removing it soon, but not yet- for he had grown a liking to the additional predicament it put his captive in.
There was more to the boy then the sum of his physical bindings too. The ears he wore and collar weren’t as appreciated as the way the boy held himself. Tickle master was immensely pleasured to see he had successfully manipulated the boy’s senses to get him ready for the next level of play. He had seen him glowing in an embarrassed tizzy and knew that prenegotiations and agreements aside, the boy was physically and emotionally susceptible to the suggestions and triggers his touches, talking and persuasions could engender. And this was already beyond a choice for the boy as he was so obviously weakened to resist the suggestions and turned on by so many aspects. All tickle master had to do was steer the boy the right way and the boy would be unable to deny he wasn’t the man’s pleasure pet.
So he took in the catboy’s face, studying it lovingly, then slowly dragged the cover down. As his hand’s pulled the boy felt a tingle from the material sliding over his neck and upperbody. Two small shoulder’s appeared, then collarbones and clavicles. Five seconds later the man had exposed the boy’s dime sized nipples, and prominent ribs.
He was methodical but taking no rest stops, unearthing more naked white skin of his tied up catboy. Next attraction was the boy’s flat abs and outie navel. Then without delay came his lower abdominals and hips. The man made extra sure to rub the cloth against the boys half mast chubby as he pulled the cloth down further, but remembered not to be greedy as he revealed the boy’s balls and thighs as well. With the main course already in view, he yanked the blanket aside in one motion leaving the boy completely nude before him. He chuckled and let his fully outstretched hand gingerly roam over the boy’s exposed tummy.
My you are a skinny one aren’t you he marveled. He gently laid down beside the boy’s naked X form, taking in his arresting plight. Lightly his fingers wiggled not to tickle but to lightly touch the boy somewhat possessively, since the fingers were outstretched and in a posture of one who holds. The man’s lips moved to his captive’s ear as his hand gently rolled over his naked and goosebumply flesh.
Another hand held something the boy couldn’t see.
Questioningly he murmured to the man who dragged his hand’s velvety possession symbolically over his lips and gag, straight down his neck and chest, over his navel to his quasi erect symbol of passion. His other hand caught a nipple and let it go, and then lightly dug into half jutting out ribbies. The boy in turn jumped, totally unaware of the pouch that was untightened and then with both hands tied over his erection.
To the boy’s horror, the pouch had strings at the base and opening of the pouch, allowing the man to as he did now, tug it lightly whatever direction he chose.
He let his wide, wiggling hand playfully wiggle the boy’s balls, as his other gently tugged the pouch’s string repeatedly.
“Awh lil cubboy, tell me you don’t love it” He whispered in the boy’s ear. The boy, confused and manipulated, let out moans while the hand not holding reigns, lightly squeezed his thighs and then drew a feather down his anus line.
“All caught and tied up for daddy, no one to turn to… He gently made a circle with his other hand and squeezing gently moved it up the boy’s shaft…
"Daddy’s cubboy runner with nowhere to run…" his other hand rubbed moderately against his side, which it would follow by raking fingers teasingly up his center.
"Oh baby boyoyyy…" he cooed while lightly jerking the boy’s cock from side to side twice in sync with his words. Daddy just wants you to know how proud he is of you…
He lightly squeezed the boy’s cock through the velvet pouch, and let his free hand spider between the boy’s wide open right underarm simultaneously.
"You’ve been so good for your master, and I’m going to get immense pleasure from playing with my newfound pleasure pet." He squeezed the boy’s cock at the word "pleasure" making him flush pink in embarrassment.
The boy let out some laughs, fighting a threefront war between the man’s words, erotic and tickly touches.
"Oh gitchy goo. Laugh for daddy." He said while lobster clawing his side. His other hand rubbing the boy to more excitement, he’d turn around and flirtily whispering “You look sooo irresistible to me, I simply love playing with your cock. Is that ok, subby slut? Hehe."
The boy, with his last stand considered shaking his head no, but was overcome with hilarity by a sudden nibbling of his thigh and pinching of his butt/leg meeting place to do more than bounce around giggling for him. It was unnerving that throughout all his motion his cock stayed securely rubbed in his master’s devious hand.
Even with tickles the boy was plenty hard so he stopped the light jerk session, and just held his erection contently.
To keep him on edge the man’s other hand repetitively plucked a nipple and went on to the other to do the same. Sometimes he flicked it, sometimes he poked, sometimes he twisted cruelly. Licking his lips he whispered, “
I knew when I was playing that game of chase with your toesies you were a very special breed of tickleboy… and I was so happy and thankful it was me who caught you for training.
He gently teased the boy’s chin, and grabbed it possessively, blowing hot air in his ear and talking matter of factly.
Daddy’s going to find all your secret spots in our secret game of tickles. OK?"
He nodded the boy’s head yes for him whilst digging into his thighs and then stopping. The boy’s waist made it 4 inches off the bed, before slamming back down to tm’s amusement.
"Since no one knows how lovely you are tied up for daddy, and responding oh so well to my cues, youre going to have to trust me for this wild ride, ok baby?" His blindfold was removed and he found himself delirious and half weighed down by eroticism, staring into his owner’s twinkling eyes.
"I mean look at us kiddo, you’re just my little plaything right now. I dressed you up, I dressed your cock up." He waggled a finger in the boy’s navel, and licked his nipple in circles.
"There’s no one else here to catch baby boy’s fall…" He tickle attacked both underarms and blew a rhaspberry in his boy’s tummy button.
"And I know I’ve tortured you…. But you liked it and wanted it…" He planted soft kisses in a sine curve path up the boy’s midsection. He also scratched behind the boy’s ears and poked the boy’s erection so it waved side to side before stopping. This lulled the boy a bit. Then he switched tact: Lightly he played his fingers against the tip of the pouch while French kissing the boy’s navel and holding his bottom.
The boy shook in slight resistance, but he knew if he really fought the man he’d be sent into punishing tickle torture fits. Instead he gulped while his erection grew between the man’s fingers and his helpless navel tucked inward though inevitably was met by the man’s dipping tongue.
"Isn’t it funny how fiercely tickle boy fought his tickles, but how pleasantly he accepted Daddy’s erotic play. Awh! Such a GOOD, Baby, Boy."
With another gear change the man deeply stroked his captive’s cock, making the boy tense in his bondage. Soon after he returned to just slowly toying with the anatomy, clacking his tongue along the boy’s thighs, and feeling up his butt. When his tongue wasn’t busy sliding over the boy, he used it to make clicking sounds at his captive like he wanted to kiss. These, together with loving coos and silly flattery about the boy’s tastiness, or cuteness woke up the captive to what was at stake and he bucked defiantly.
Unfortunately tickle master called the youngster’s bluff, clearing his throat and straddling the boy so his upright pouch almost contacted his captors pants.
"Awwww is daddy not allowed to touch you like that darling? Are you just craving more tickles, silly cubby? He asked, swaying the boy beneath him from side to side using his legs.
The boy, realizing his mistake, shook his head no and stared intently at his captor while mumbling into the ballgag. But his insistence that the touches were OK was too late, as tickle master started digging into an exposed underarm and the opposing ribcage.
Wide eyed and frantic he fought his bonds and shook the bed, just like tickle master wanted him to. The man’s hands danced all over him, from his nipples to his navel scurrying in different shapes and trajectories, sometimes making the boy totally wild, others just frettingly holding in his laughs. He loved making the boy tense under tickly touch, unable to do anything but squirm for him. It only took a matter of 3 minutes before the boy was totally wiped out and dominated. At that point, tickle master waved a scolding finger in front of the lad’s eyes, while saying reproachingly
"Tut tut silly cubboy tickle slave cutie"- he teased proddingly all over the boy’s tummy with the other hand making him crazy again.
"Don’t you know what happens to bad kitty boys, tied up naked and helpless for a tickle master?"
The boy yelled into his gag while tickle master endearingly wiggled his finger against the ball between his lips.
"Oh yes yes." Both hands he wiggled fast in front of the boy’s face.
"You lil troublemaker. Daddy knows just how to punish you."
The boy pleaded pathetically but was ignored.
"Saying no to Daddy, my goodness… Oh well, tickle tickle hunny."
The man tickled him the most devastatingly he had yet, digging with one hand and skittering nails with the other, then switching the orchestrations of both hands.
"Laugh it up sexy! Hohohoh youre gonna get it."
Kicking and flailing, struggling and yelling, losing track of everything, the boy just tilted his head back and laughed away, teased totally silly.
"Daddy caught youuuu hewwww! Uh oh! Does it twickle? Does pretty baby want it to Stwap? That poor silly kid…"
The boy had dissolved to mush and just laughed beyond consciousness.
"Oh my, got your nipples kitty, gitseed your belly button! Oh wiggle wiggle. Sexy lil kidnap slave."
The boy stared intently at his torturer for a second before throwing his head against the pillow and laughing more with his red face…
"Tell you what, tempting cubboy, IF you are willing to do what I say I can make it all better."
The boy nodded immediately, then scrunched his face hard as tickle master pinched both his nipples at the same time.
I’m going to take off that silly gag and we’re going to take a slight break where you do whatever I tell you with that sweet mouth of yours. As the boy calmed down the TM just gently petted his hair.
"Okay lil silly, I want you to push up your bottom so daddy can rest right under you." The boy complied and tickle master slid right under him after grabbing a mysterious black lunchbox.
"OK first thing, baby boy, I want you to ask me to stroke your cock, when I take off your gag. Can you do that for me?"
The boy paused and nodded, letting out a deep breath and preparing himself for what was to come. He was surprised by a big bear hug though, and a hand dragging a long featherduster everywhere it could reach. TM’s other fingers soon took turns dipping into the boy’s navel. His boy giggled for him and he whispered
"Soft gentle caresses for my special kid! Oh yes oh yes. Tickle, snuggle playtime for youhoo."
The boy was a mere canvas for the tickly roaming touch and slowly became so distracted he only noticed his ballgag coming off late. The bondage item was cast to the side of the bed and the boy expected to see the hands stop their movements but they continued on, leaving him still giggling and now blushing.
One hand possessively gripped the side of his tummy while the other continued dragging the featherduster lazily anywhere it pleased.
Remember your line, my pet?
-"*Giggle* yes…. Hehehe"
"Remember to call me Daddy too when you address me", he said, dropping the featherduster and walking both hands over the boys sides
"Daddy!" The boy shouted between laughs.
"Yes kiddo?"
"Will you hahaha! Stroke my cock? Hehehe Stop tickling me!"
"Hmmm" the man pondered, picking up his tickles along the boys thighs, annoyingly close to the boys pleasure spot. It really tickled and the boy struggled fruitlessly laughing in a frenzy.
"Why should I stroke you instead of what I’m doing now, baby boy?"
-"I don’t know it was your idea! Help! It tickles too much! I need a break hahahah!"
"You mean you asked me to stroke you and you don’t know why? What a naughty boy wasting precious playtime!"
The man lobster clawed both underarms and the boy threw a fit laughing so hard the man thought he should put the ballgag back on him. Then he lightened his touch and the boy said”
-"Daddy! Please stroke my cock because I think it would be more fun!"
"Awh! You mean you think you’d enjoy Daddy teasing you to orgasmic bliss?!"
-"Yes Daddy! Hey! Not my bellybutton! Nononon mwahahaha"
"Yes what tasty treat"
-"Hahahaaha stohahahp tehehe tickling hahah meee!"
"Awww", the man paused. "What was that again?"
-"Haha! Gah youre so mean!.... Daddy I think I'd enjoy you teasing me to orgasmic bliss."
"Awwww baby boy, of course daddy will play with your cock. Youre in the perfect position for me to hold, jerk, and tickle all at once!"
With that the boy felt a hand clasp around his dick while another wiggled his hip bones.
"Awww tell daddy about a time you got tickled."
-"Hehe I thought you were done tickling meeeee! *Moan*"
His hand went down to the boy’s butt pokingly for encouragement. His other hand steadily rubbed the helpless boy up.
-"Noooo! Stohahahap! OKOK I’ll tell!"
"That’s a very good cubby!" He stroked away eyes twinkling. His other hand twisted slowly in the boy’s navel.
The boy went on gigglingly
-"Moan hehehe I hehe well one time hahah! Stop! Gahhh moan"
"Such a silly tickle boy, look how your cock stiffens for Daddy!"
"OKOK I’ll tell! Hahaha noooo! Ahhh (bites lip)"
"So helpless between my fingers, but loving it. Trapped for the pleasure it would run away from, but secretly desires!"
-"One time when I was really young this girl tickled me in front of a much older girl! She asked me to tickle the older girl but I was too shy to try! The older girl just said me fingers didn’t tickle to explain my behavior to the other girl…."
"Awww! Cute story…I wanna try something different my cute pet. Why don’t you open up your mouth for daddy… Oh my … and look at you loving your strokes! OK baby boy, now stick out your tongue, and whatever you do don’t bring it back."
"Perfect!"
He started flirting with the boy, while repetitively inserting three fingers into the boy’s mouth, against his tongue. The next part is best captured in what he said
"Aww cutie, feel daddy’s fingers against your tongue, that’s right. Its time for your surrender, don’t fight it. Women are sexy, but tickle master knows how you need to be touched. Think about it, your helplessness and your desire. I can feel both in this lil mister so ready for release. It took a tickly touch to bring you to this point but here you are, sans tickles, and about to orgasm because I want you to.
As I tug against your tongue, and make your body conscious of all its secret submissive wonderings, you know that release symbolizes your ultimate submission. This night we will rest you and get you again. Various positions and techniques.
I love watching you give in to the pleasure. It’s fitting you are overcome with the sensations that got you here. Oh tickle tickle, his hand left the boys mouth and wiggled in his belly button.
Steadily he stroked the boy harder and harder while letting his fingers speed up crazy in that one spot. Awh! Don’t struggle you love it! Look at your raging hard on!
All tucked away for daddy to toy with and pleasure. You poor boy! Poor, poor boy!"
