Ticklishboy30
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At four pm, the tall, cherry oak grandfather clock's deep, gong-like chimes filled the light and airy open-concept great room with its regal tones as the late-afternoon sunlight streamed through the plantation-style window treatments, illuminating the light-colored hardwood flooring and shimmery, silver-blue walls.
Justin's slender, muscle-toned naked body stretched out across the light blue sofa, covered by a matted gray protective covering. The piece of furniture was situated between two floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the dining and kitchen areas. The young man's soft brown eyes were hidden behind his eyelids, his arm rested on the arm of the sofa, behind his head, which exposed his almost hairless, armpit, the left foot's big toes twitched, and his size ten soft, pale soles wrinkled and smoothed out when his feet flexed.
Devon walked into the room from the kitchen, holding a wine glass filled with Merlot in each hand. The sight of his lover's body made his generously sized manhood jump while his tongue slid across his lips. He set the crystalware on the glass-topped rectangle cherry oak table in front of the sofa, then focused on the sexy pair of feet, resting on the furniture's arm, got down on his knees, and gently laid his right arm across the unmoving ankles. The red-haired male's breathing slowed as his nose got closer to and almost touched the warm, inviting flesh of his man's soles. His emerald eyes widened and glazed over as the delicious, light musky scent flooded his nostrils, and hardened his cock. As soon as saliva moistened his tongue, he opened his plump, juicy lips and extended the glistening organ. Starting with the left heel, he slowly licked up and down along the creamy pinkish sole and gave the same attention to the right foot.
Toes curled, and feet wiggled as breathy moans and soft giggles floated from the brunette, his eyes fluttered open, and a smile formed because of the love coming from his soul mate.
"Mmmm, you're the best at making me feel good, my love."
"Sorry to disagree, but I'm only second best, after you, Justy."
The youngest of the couple moved to his mate's upper body, and the men's quivering lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. Their warm, moist tongues lovingly caressed and tickled each other, and moans were released from one mouth into the other. Strong, nimble fingers pressed into warm, milky skin as sweat-coated, hairless chests gently rubbed one another.
Emerald eyes blazed with desire, and reaching up, the muscular redhead wrapped his hand around the slightly smaller wrists, pulling the attached arms up and pinning them to the arm of the sofa despite their struggle to remain unmoved. Leaning down, the horny captor's tongue slid along the center of his captive's right, then left armpits, moving as slowly as possible. He lived for the feeling of his love's squirming body against his skin.
"Where ya think you're goin', huh? You're mine, my sexy conquest."
Seconds after a pair of mischievous fingers lightly stroked and tickled along his damp, sticky crotch, the incredibly ticklish strokes made Justin's cock twitch, and become even harder, and were driving him insane with sexual desire. His body squirmed and slightly bucked up and down on the cushions, and kitten-like squeaks escaped, making him boyishly giggle and blush.
"Fuck! When you react that way, it turns me on like almost nothing else. You're the only one who can make me this happy, Justy."
Five fingers lightly tickled and caressed the warm, darker-toned scrotum, causing high-pitched squeals that exploded from the ticklish man as his body writhed and arched in agonizing horniness.
"Devie..."
The pinned male's head thrust forward and backward, then rocked side to side while he giggled like crazy. His back arched as his tight ass cheeks lifted off the sofa.
"I love hearing your squealing giggles and watching you writhe, baby."
Keeping the arms trapped, the playful redhead fixated on the two erect, pink nipples. Not even a second after a light brushing of the spit-coated tongue, gasps and high-pitched squeaks floated into the great room, originating from the man's cavernous mouth. The soles pressed into and slid back and forth along the gray fabric as teeth gently nibbled, gnawed, and pulled on each peaked nipple.
"Holy fuck! You're making me crazy," Justin almost screamed.
Chuckling, Devon moved on to his next target, the deeply recessed belly button. The tip of his tongue flicked and quickly wiggled inside the naval's walls, sliding across the round piece of flesh.
"Nooo, no tonguing my belly button."
His body writhed, his back arched, and his ten toes scrunched while he moaned in ecstasy and continuously giggled. His curved manhood was hard, veiny, extended to its full length of eight inches, and heavily leaking precum as his hands slid along the sofa cushion and gripped the fabric.
"Babe, get the lube."
"Not just yet, sweet boy."
Devon gripped the animated ankles, trapping and facing the vulnerable and helpless bare feet. He grinned as he got closer to the wiggling soles and reveled in witnessing the result of the agonizing anticipation that wreaked havoc with his lover's senses.
Shrieking, boisterous laughter echoed off the room's walls because of the excruciatingly ticklish feeling coming from the slight stubble adorning the cheeks and chin that slowly and lightly scratched along the pair of helpless soles. This also caused more precum to seep from the slit of the darkening penis head.
The quaking body beneath his brought forth seepage from the grinning tickler's cock.
"Please, I'm soooo dying to feel you inside of me."
"Nope! You're not quite ready yet, my love. I want you screaming and begging."
Shifting his position and raising his willing victim's legs, the controlling man's nose slowly grazed up and down the hot, sweaty, and slightly dirty asshole. Neither one was into scat, but they didn't deny the appealing tangy taste of an ass that's not squeaky clean. The men moaned in sheer pleasure as the captor's tongue licked the insides of the damp ass cheeks, and the captive's body shivered and squirmed.
"Fuck! I need you, right now. Please, I'm begging," Justin screamed.
"Slow and easy, or fast and hard, Love?"
"Pound me into the sofa, with your powerful steel rod, sexy beast."
Devon had Justin get on his knees so that he faced the back of the sofa. He created a generous amount of frothy, thick saliva, then coated his dick and mate's ass.
Justin's eyes bulged, and he grunted when the cock gained entrance to his most private body part. His mate followed his lead, pausing when told to, and continuing to enter until the penis was completely embedded inside of him.
Once he got the green light, the pounding commenced. The sound of balls slapping taught ass cheeks mixed and mingled with deep moans and grunts as in, out, faster, and faster the top's cock pumped. The men's bodies and hair glistened and dripped with sweat. Primal growls and shouts of encouragement flowed and fueled the energetic lovemaking.
"I'm coming," Devon hollered.
"Do it! Fill my ass, stud."
That was the only thing needed to release the shots of creamy sperm.
"Now, cum for me, sexy."
Justin waited until he felt lips wrap around his aching cock before spurts of cum filled the eagerly waiting mouth.
The men kissed while snowballing the cum until it was all digested. They slumped against each other, panting heavily, but maintained physical contact while waiting for the recharge.
After a romantic candlelit dinner on their covered back porch, the homeowners relaxed on the beige L sofa in the family room off the kitchen at the back of the house. Both of them jumped and giggled while they gave each other's feet a loving tickle massage.
Justin's naked manhood plumped as he sucked on ten wiggling toes, and Devon's appendage was quickly catching up to its counterpart as he squeaked and softly giggled when the moist tongue flicked along the spaces between his phalanges.
Justin gently swirled the last bit of Barefoot wine around the glass before finishing his Chardonnay. With a grin, he said, "Young man, it appears you've missed my exam."
Devon's eyes widened as he quickly got into character. His dick jumped from the anticipation of another exciting and fun role-playing session.
"I'm sorry, Professor Tickle Fuck. I was rather tied up due to restraints beyond my control."
"What, pray tell, was this unavoidable circumstance which kept you from the exam, Mr. Hartford?"
With a fake gulp and a mixed expression of fear and embarrassment, the redhead sheepishly replied, "Umm, I'd rather not say, Sir?"
"The answer to my question isn't voluntary, little boy. Such insubordinance begs for punishment."
The young man struggled and tried to pull free from the vice-like grip on his wrist, and yelped when he was pulled face down across the Professor's lap, and pinned by the teacher's left arm.
"What are you gonna do to me?"
The answer came in the form of the right palm, smacking the wiggling student's pale, bare, right ass cheek, and then a mildly forceful swat to the left one. For the next few minutes, the only sounds were skin slapping skin, followed by high-pitched squeals, grunts, and yelps. The redhead's body writhed and squirmed, his legs kicked, toes curled, two pinkish soles wrinkled, his cock was at full length, and dripping precum as it slid up and down between his spanker's upper thighs, as if he were fucking an asshole. When the spanking ended, the male's rear end was bright pink, radiating heat.
Devon quickly broke character and said, "Holy Fuck! That was hot, babe. I love you, Justin."
"Love you more, baby boy."
The men shared a passion-filled kiss. After separating, they smiled at each other, then got back into character.
"Now, let's try this again, young mister Bradley. What was this unavoidable situation that kept you from my exam?"
"My boyfriend and roommate dragged me to the bed, where they tied me down, and then they proceeded to force laughter and semen from my helpless body, Sir."
"My, my, young Bradley. I can't imagine how such a strong member of our football team was able to be overpowered. How did they force laughter from you? Please, elaborate on how they tied you down."
Bradley found the floor very interesting as he responded.
"Despite how hard I struggled, they...they tied my naked body spread-eagled, Sir, and... they not only know how very ticklish I am, but they also know the most effective spots to exploit."
The brunette smirked at the male beside him and reached over to lightly tickle the inside of the pale, white, fleshy thigh. He was delighted by the squealing giggles and squirming body that rewarded the action.
"Please, Sir, not my inner thigh. It's one of the most ticklish spots."
"Oh, how delicious. There's nothing more adorable than a boyishly ticklish big, muscular guy."
The Professor grabbed his student's left ankle and examined the quivering foot and wiggling toes.
"Something making you nervous, baby boy?"
Bradley gulped and said, "Mmm... My feet are insanely ticklish, Sir."
"Well, that statement just screams to be tested, don't you think, young man?"
Seconds after five fingernails lightly and rapidly slid along the creamy sole's length from heel to the ball of the foot, Bradley's cackles burst from his gut and filled the room. Frantically, his leg pulled, trying to get free, and his toes scrunched while his foot flailed side to side and flipped back and forth.
"Please... Not the nails, Sir. It's sooo unbelievably ticklish," the young man shrieked.
"Come with me, Bradley. I do believe I've discovered a way for you to make it up to me for the missed exam, and if you do well, I'll allow you a second chance."
"It seems I've no other choice, Sir. I'm in your complete control."
The home's second master suite, on the second floor, was used as a playroom. One of the furniture pieces was a light oak desk with leather-padded cuffs bolted to the top right and left edges.
Justin and Devon broke character again as they kissed and confirmed the safeword and safe action. Afterwards, the eager redhead was blindfolded, and sound-cancelling headphones were placed over his ears. Next, he was bent over the desk, his arms stretched out to the sides, and his wrists cuffed.
Watching his captive's biceps, triceps, and leg muscles bulge during the futile attempt to free himself as he slowly circled the helpless male made his eyes sparkle with delight. The hitched breaths preceding the masculine grunts caused his cock to drip precum.
Because he couldn't see or hear anything, the sense of touch was instantly heightened. Not knowing when or if anything was about to happen gave him chills so strong, his body visibly shivered, his toes curled, and goosebumps popped out all over his smooth flesh. Suddenly, an excruciatingly and electrifyingly ticklish sensation streaked through him as thin, light puffs of air slowly traveled up and down the center of his spine. The result was his body jumping while a very unmasculine, high-pitched squeal was forced from his mouth.
Fuck! I love when he reacts like that, the chuckling captor thought to himself as he continued to play with his victim.
Another round of spine-tingling, soundless, timeless, and touchless anticipation was experienced by the squirming student. There was no indication of how many minutes had passed since the thin breath of air crossed his skin.
"Holy Fuck! That tickles."
The reaction was due to fingers, kneading and gently digging into the soft spaces between his ribs, on both sides. Bradley bucked and writhed as much as the restraints allowed, and his soles pounded the oriental rug under the desk. The laughter turned to silent gasps, and his legs kicked when the back of his thighs were squeezed and gently pinched. When the tickling ceased, the young man panted and begged for some water as sweat dripped from his hair and made his flesh glisten. He voiced his appreciation once the cold liquid slowly flooded his mouth and soothed his throat.
Tickle Fuck released his captive and led the horny male over to the sling, where he was again made helpless.
"W... What are you planning next, Sir?"
The response, in the form of something slowly and rapidly scrubbing the bare soles, elicited ear-splitting wild laughter and unheeded pleas from the male. Every time the feet jerked or squirmed, the Professor's hair brushes were right with them, never leaving the pinkish surfaces. After ten minutes, he stopped the tickle assault and removed the blindfold and headphones.
"Are you ready to reach new heights of pleasure?"
"Please, take me, ravage my body, Sir."
Bradley howled like a wolf baying at the moon, the second his captor's tongue licked up and down his hot, sweaty ass hole, and his eyes glazed over when the organ began fucking him. "Fuck! Breed me," he screamed as his body bounced around in the sling.
Lubricant jelly coated the suspended man's ass and the cock that would be entering the hungry orifice. Slowly, the top entered, pausing every couple of minutes to allow his bottom to adjust. It wasn't long before pubic hair and balls tickled and slapped ass cheeks. The scent of hormones fueled the flaming desire shared by the men.
"Fuck! No wonder you're a wide receiver."
"Yes! Fuckin' drill my ass, Sir."
Primal grunts and moans of sexual stimulation came from both parties as sweat and saliva dripped from the ends of bangs, streamed down hot flesh, poured from mouths, pooled in the belly button crevice, and were slung everywhere with every head thrust. Close to twenty minutes had passed before cum began to rise up the two veiny shafts.
"I'm gonna cum."
"Right with you."
After a rumbling guttural grunt, semen shot forth and coated the walls of the ass.
A minute or two later, the bottom's creamy spunk splattered his top's bare chest, landed on the edge of the brunette's forehead, and even arched up, hitting his own chin.
The men were drenched, completely depleted of energy, and heavily panting as Justin's knees buckled and he plopped down on the floor.
Justin's slender, muscle-toned naked body stretched out across the light blue sofa, covered by a matted gray protective covering. The piece of furniture was situated between two floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the dining and kitchen areas. The young man's soft brown eyes were hidden behind his eyelids, his arm rested on the arm of the sofa, behind his head, which exposed his almost hairless, armpit, the left foot's big toes twitched, and his size ten soft, pale soles wrinkled and smoothed out when his feet flexed.
Devon walked into the room from the kitchen, holding a wine glass filled with Merlot in each hand. The sight of his lover's body made his generously sized manhood jump while his tongue slid across his lips. He set the crystalware on the glass-topped rectangle cherry oak table in front of the sofa, then focused on the sexy pair of feet, resting on the furniture's arm, got down on his knees, and gently laid his right arm across the unmoving ankles. The red-haired male's breathing slowed as his nose got closer to and almost touched the warm, inviting flesh of his man's soles. His emerald eyes widened and glazed over as the delicious, light musky scent flooded his nostrils, and hardened his cock. As soon as saliva moistened his tongue, he opened his plump, juicy lips and extended the glistening organ. Starting with the left heel, he slowly licked up and down along the creamy pinkish sole and gave the same attention to the right foot.
Toes curled, and feet wiggled as breathy moans and soft giggles floated from the brunette, his eyes fluttered open, and a smile formed because of the love coming from his soul mate.
"Mmmm, you're the best at making me feel good, my love."
"Sorry to disagree, but I'm only second best, after you, Justy."
The youngest of the couple moved to his mate's upper body, and the men's quivering lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. Their warm, moist tongues lovingly caressed and tickled each other, and moans were released from one mouth into the other. Strong, nimble fingers pressed into warm, milky skin as sweat-coated, hairless chests gently rubbed one another.
Emerald eyes blazed with desire, and reaching up, the muscular redhead wrapped his hand around the slightly smaller wrists, pulling the attached arms up and pinning them to the arm of the sofa despite their struggle to remain unmoved. Leaning down, the horny captor's tongue slid along the center of his captive's right, then left armpits, moving as slowly as possible. He lived for the feeling of his love's squirming body against his skin.
"Where ya think you're goin', huh? You're mine, my sexy conquest."
Seconds after a pair of mischievous fingers lightly stroked and tickled along his damp, sticky crotch, the incredibly ticklish strokes made Justin's cock twitch, and become even harder, and were driving him insane with sexual desire. His body squirmed and slightly bucked up and down on the cushions, and kitten-like squeaks escaped, making him boyishly giggle and blush.
"Fuck! When you react that way, it turns me on like almost nothing else. You're the only one who can make me this happy, Justy."
Five fingers lightly tickled and caressed the warm, darker-toned scrotum, causing high-pitched squeals that exploded from the ticklish man as his body writhed and arched in agonizing horniness.
"Devie..."
The pinned male's head thrust forward and backward, then rocked side to side while he giggled like crazy. His back arched as his tight ass cheeks lifted off the sofa.
"I love hearing your squealing giggles and watching you writhe, baby."
Keeping the arms trapped, the playful redhead fixated on the two erect, pink nipples. Not even a second after a light brushing of the spit-coated tongue, gasps and high-pitched squeaks floated into the great room, originating from the man's cavernous mouth. The soles pressed into and slid back and forth along the gray fabric as teeth gently nibbled, gnawed, and pulled on each peaked nipple.
"Holy fuck! You're making me crazy," Justin almost screamed.
Chuckling, Devon moved on to his next target, the deeply recessed belly button. The tip of his tongue flicked and quickly wiggled inside the naval's walls, sliding across the round piece of flesh.
"Nooo, no tonguing my belly button."
His body writhed, his back arched, and his ten toes scrunched while he moaned in ecstasy and continuously giggled. His curved manhood was hard, veiny, extended to its full length of eight inches, and heavily leaking precum as his hands slid along the sofa cushion and gripped the fabric.
"Babe, get the lube."
"Not just yet, sweet boy."
Devon gripped the animated ankles, trapping and facing the vulnerable and helpless bare feet. He grinned as he got closer to the wiggling soles and reveled in witnessing the result of the agonizing anticipation that wreaked havoc with his lover's senses.
Shrieking, boisterous laughter echoed off the room's walls because of the excruciatingly ticklish feeling coming from the slight stubble adorning the cheeks and chin that slowly and lightly scratched along the pair of helpless soles. This also caused more precum to seep from the slit of the darkening penis head.
The quaking body beneath his brought forth seepage from the grinning tickler's cock.
"Please, I'm soooo dying to feel you inside of me."
"Nope! You're not quite ready yet, my love. I want you screaming and begging."
Shifting his position and raising his willing victim's legs, the controlling man's nose slowly grazed up and down the hot, sweaty, and slightly dirty asshole. Neither one was into scat, but they didn't deny the appealing tangy taste of an ass that's not squeaky clean. The men moaned in sheer pleasure as the captor's tongue licked the insides of the damp ass cheeks, and the captive's body shivered and squirmed.
"Fuck! I need you, right now. Please, I'm begging," Justin screamed.
"Slow and easy, or fast and hard, Love?"
"Pound me into the sofa, with your powerful steel rod, sexy beast."
Devon had Justin get on his knees so that he faced the back of the sofa. He created a generous amount of frothy, thick saliva, then coated his dick and mate's ass.
Justin's eyes bulged, and he grunted when the cock gained entrance to his most private body part. His mate followed his lead, pausing when told to, and continuing to enter until the penis was completely embedded inside of him.
Once he got the green light, the pounding commenced. The sound of balls slapping taught ass cheeks mixed and mingled with deep moans and grunts as in, out, faster, and faster the top's cock pumped. The men's bodies and hair glistened and dripped with sweat. Primal growls and shouts of encouragement flowed and fueled the energetic lovemaking.
"I'm coming," Devon hollered.
"Do it! Fill my ass, stud."
That was the only thing needed to release the shots of creamy sperm.
"Now, cum for me, sexy."
Justin waited until he felt lips wrap around his aching cock before spurts of cum filled the eagerly waiting mouth.
The men kissed while snowballing the cum until it was all digested. They slumped against each other, panting heavily, but maintained physical contact while waiting for the recharge.
After a romantic candlelit dinner on their covered back porch, the homeowners relaxed on the beige L sofa in the family room off the kitchen at the back of the house. Both of them jumped and giggled while they gave each other's feet a loving tickle massage.
Justin's naked manhood plumped as he sucked on ten wiggling toes, and Devon's appendage was quickly catching up to its counterpart as he squeaked and softly giggled when the moist tongue flicked along the spaces between his phalanges.
Justin gently swirled the last bit of Barefoot wine around the glass before finishing his Chardonnay. With a grin, he said, "Young man, it appears you've missed my exam."
Devon's eyes widened as he quickly got into character. His dick jumped from the anticipation of another exciting and fun role-playing session.
"I'm sorry, Professor Tickle Fuck. I was rather tied up due to restraints beyond my control."
"What, pray tell, was this unavoidable circumstance which kept you from the exam, Mr. Hartford?"
With a fake gulp and a mixed expression of fear and embarrassment, the redhead sheepishly replied, "Umm, I'd rather not say, Sir?"
"The answer to my question isn't voluntary, little boy. Such insubordinance begs for punishment."
The young man struggled and tried to pull free from the vice-like grip on his wrist, and yelped when he was pulled face down across the Professor's lap, and pinned by the teacher's left arm.
"What are you gonna do to me?"
The answer came in the form of the right palm, smacking the wiggling student's pale, bare, right ass cheek, and then a mildly forceful swat to the left one. For the next few minutes, the only sounds were skin slapping skin, followed by high-pitched squeals, grunts, and yelps. The redhead's body writhed and squirmed, his legs kicked, toes curled, two pinkish soles wrinkled, his cock was at full length, and dripping precum as it slid up and down between his spanker's upper thighs, as if he were fucking an asshole. When the spanking ended, the male's rear end was bright pink, radiating heat.
Devon quickly broke character and said, "Holy Fuck! That was hot, babe. I love you, Justin."
"Love you more, baby boy."
The men shared a passion-filled kiss. After separating, they smiled at each other, then got back into character.
"Now, let's try this again, young mister Bradley. What was this unavoidable situation that kept you from my exam?"
"My boyfriend and roommate dragged me to the bed, where they tied me down, and then they proceeded to force laughter and semen from my helpless body, Sir."
"My, my, young Bradley. I can't imagine how such a strong member of our football team was able to be overpowered. How did they force laughter from you? Please, elaborate on how they tied you down."
Bradley found the floor very interesting as he responded.
"Despite how hard I struggled, they...they tied my naked body spread-eagled, Sir, and... they not only know how very ticklish I am, but they also know the most effective spots to exploit."
The brunette smirked at the male beside him and reached over to lightly tickle the inside of the pale, white, fleshy thigh. He was delighted by the squealing giggles and squirming body that rewarded the action.
"Please, Sir, not my inner thigh. It's one of the most ticklish spots."
"Oh, how delicious. There's nothing more adorable than a boyishly ticklish big, muscular guy."
The Professor grabbed his student's left ankle and examined the quivering foot and wiggling toes.
"Something making you nervous, baby boy?"
Bradley gulped and said, "Mmm... My feet are insanely ticklish, Sir."
"Well, that statement just screams to be tested, don't you think, young man?"
Seconds after five fingernails lightly and rapidly slid along the creamy sole's length from heel to the ball of the foot, Bradley's cackles burst from his gut and filled the room. Frantically, his leg pulled, trying to get free, and his toes scrunched while his foot flailed side to side and flipped back and forth.
"Please... Not the nails, Sir. It's sooo unbelievably ticklish," the young man shrieked.
"Come with me, Bradley. I do believe I've discovered a way for you to make it up to me for the missed exam, and if you do well, I'll allow you a second chance."
"It seems I've no other choice, Sir. I'm in your complete control."
The home's second master suite, on the second floor, was used as a playroom. One of the furniture pieces was a light oak desk with leather-padded cuffs bolted to the top right and left edges.
Justin and Devon broke character again as they kissed and confirmed the safeword and safe action. Afterwards, the eager redhead was blindfolded, and sound-cancelling headphones were placed over his ears. Next, he was bent over the desk, his arms stretched out to the sides, and his wrists cuffed.
Watching his captive's biceps, triceps, and leg muscles bulge during the futile attempt to free himself as he slowly circled the helpless male made his eyes sparkle with delight. The hitched breaths preceding the masculine grunts caused his cock to drip precum.
Because he couldn't see or hear anything, the sense of touch was instantly heightened. Not knowing when or if anything was about to happen gave him chills so strong, his body visibly shivered, his toes curled, and goosebumps popped out all over his smooth flesh. Suddenly, an excruciatingly and electrifyingly ticklish sensation streaked through him as thin, light puffs of air slowly traveled up and down the center of his spine. The result was his body jumping while a very unmasculine, high-pitched squeal was forced from his mouth.
Fuck! I love when he reacts like that, the chuckling captor thought to himself as he continued to play with his victim.
Another round of spine-tingling, soundless, timeless, and touchless anticipation was experienced by the squirming student. There was no indication of how many minutes had passed since the thin breath of air crossed his skin.
"Holy Fuck! That tickles."
The reaction was due to fingers, kneading and gently digging into the soft spaces between his ribs, on both sides. Bradley bucked and writhed as much as the restraints allowed, and his soles pounded the oriental rug under the desk. The laughter turned to silent gasps, and his legs kicked when the back of his thighs were squeezed and gently pinched. When the tickling ceased, the young man panted and begged for some water as sweat dripped from his hair and made his flesh glisten. He voiced his appreciation once the cold liquid slowly flooded his mouth and soothed his throat.
Tickle Fuck released his captive and led the horny male over to the sling, where he was again made helpless.
"W... What are you planning next, Sir?"
The response, in the form of something slowly and rapidly scrubbing the bare soles, elicited ear-splitting wild laughter and unheeded pleas from the male. Every time the feet jerked or squirmed, the Professor's hair brushes were right with them, never leaving the pinkish surfaces. After ten minutes, he stopped the tickle assault and removed the blindfold and headphones.
"Are you ready to reach new heights of pleasure?"
"Please, take me, ravage my body, Sir."
Bradley howled like a wolf baying at the moon, the second his captor's tongue licked up and down his hot, sweaty ass hole, and his eyes glazed over when the organ began fucking him. "Fuck! Breed me," he screamed as his body bounced around in the sling.
Lubricant jelly coated the suspended man's ass and the cock that would be entering the hungry orifice. Slowly, the top entered, pausing every couple of minutes to allow his bottom to adjust. It wasn't long before pubic hair and balls tickled and slapped ass cheeks. The scent of hormones fueled the flaming desire shared by the men.
"Fuck! No wonder you're a wide receiver."
"Yes! Fuckin' drill my ass, Sir."
Primal grunts and moans of sexual stimulation came from both parties as sweat and saliva dripped from the ends of bangs, streamed down hot flesh, poured from mouths, pooled in the belly button crevice, and were slung everywhere with every head thrust. Close to twenty minutes had passed before cum began to rise up the two veiny shafts.
"I'm gonna cum."
"Right with you."
After a rumbling guttural grunt, semen shot forth and coated the walls of the ass.
A minute or two later, the bottom's creamy spunk splattered his top's bare chest, landed on the edge of the brunette's forehead, and even arched up, hitting his own chin.
The men were drenched, completely depleted of energy, and heavily panting as Justin's knees buckled and he plopped down on the floor.
