Ticklishboy30
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(This is a revision of another one of my older stories from tklfrat.)
It was a normal day for TL. Not only is he the town’s most popular librarian, but he’s also the cutest. Not a day goes by without girls and guys stealing glances at the raven-haired hunk. However, the young man’s greatest appeal wasn’t his tall, muscle-toned physique, or his mesmerizing light brown eyes, heck, it wasn’t even the toothpaste commercial-worthy gleaming smile. What made him endearing was his open-mindedness and loving personality.
Since becoming a librarian, he worked his ass off to make the library a vital part of the community. TL was responsible for securing a building expansion for an internet cafe, teaching a descriptive writing class, hosting AA meetings, organizing bingo twice a week, and was involved with the community theater. T wrote most of the plays, worked as a stagehand, and manned the lights when needed. Chip, his childhood best friend and lover, was an assistant director, an actor, and taught drama at the city’s high school and community college.
“Your story is off to a fantastic start, Mike, but you need more elaboration on how your character is feeling. Also, choose other pronouns because constant use of your character’s proper name creates redundancy.”
“I hadn’t thought about that. I’ll see if I can make the improvements. Thanks, T.”
The brunette chuckled as he playfully ruffled the teen’s curly blonde locks.
“No prob, let me know if you need any more help... Ahh, hey, that tickles.”
The librarian doubled over and fell to his knees on the grey carpet, in a squirming ticklish heap from the sudden appearance of fingers, wiggling between his ribs.
“Would you quiet down? After all, this is a library. Sheesh! You’d think the librarian would have more restraint.”
While laughing, the thirty-six-year-old got to his feet, then turned to face his attacker. It seemed as if everyone knew about the young man’s incredible ticklishness. Since childhood, there was always someone taking advantage of his weakness, so he felt no desire to hide it, and he loved getting tickled as much as he loved being the tickler.
Chip’s silvery blue eyes sparkled with playful mischief. The dirty blonde, slender, 6’1” male smiled when his giggling, slightly shorter lover pulled him into one of the offices, and closed the door.
“Hey, sexy.”
The guys shared a love-filled kiss, their firm bodies pressed together, and their cocks stiffened while pressing together. Each man slowly inhaled and savored his better half’s familiar natural scent.
“How’s your day, Chip?”
“Better, after making you squirm and giggle like a little boy, my sexy God of love and giggles.”
TL playfully growled and lightly smacked the muscular guy’s jeans-clad, firm bubble butt that he loved to play with and slip his manhood into. His action resulted in an amused chuckle from his soul mate and his manhood’s arousal.
“Just wait till I get you back, then we’ll see who the little boy is.”
The enduring friendship and romantic relationship were built on the men’s mutual love for one another and shared enjoyment of sensual touch and tickling.
Chip giggled and sheepishly said, “Damn, I forgot why I came here.”
“You mean it wasn’t just to tickle me in public? Shady Pines Babe.”
“Oh yeah, now I remember. Roger caught pink eye from his kid and can’t be in the theater’s murder weekend.”
“Damn, that sucks.”
A few months ago, TL had an idea to collaborate with a few of his best students to create an interactive murder mystery. He approached Chip with the proposal of having the drama class act it out as a dinner theater production.
“Anyway, I was wondering if you’d be willing to do his part.”
“I’m not sure, babe, you know I’m not an actor.”
“That’s true, but you’d be the first victim, so it’s not a huge part. C’mon, T, Please.”
The thirty-seven-year-old used his best sad puppy eyes and pouted.
“Ok, okay, put the pout and sad eyes away. I’ll do it. As they say, the show must go on.”
“Thanks, sweetie, you’re a lifesaver.”
“And a foot tickler.”
TL grinned as he guided the grinning man into a rolling office chair, wrapped his arm around Chip’s ankles, ripped the well-worn flip flops off the wiggling size 13 feet, and slowly scraped his index nail across the balls of the ticklish soles.
“Not the feet, please.”
Chip’s eyes squeezed shut, his body rocked back and forth, then side to side, and his boisterous, vibrant cackles bounced off the office’s walls. He squirmed in the padded seat, his toes scrunched, which caused his arches to wrinkle, and he pounded his fists on the plastic arms of the chair.
“As much as I’d love tickling you all day, I gotta get back to work. Love ya, babe.”
The librarian giggled and whistled as he left his ticklish lover a giggly mess in the stock room and returned to his class.
Later that evening, at the theater, the rehearsal was coming to a close, and Chip whistled and clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention.
“Alright, I think that’s gonna do it for this evening. People, don’t forget the dress rehearsal is on Thursday, and we open Friday night. Thanks, everyone.”
TL ran up and kissed and hugged Chip, saying,
“Babe, I gotta run and make sure everything’s set up for Bingo tomorrow night.”
“Be careful, sexy. Love ya, T. Oh, don’t forget Ken’s staying with us tomorrow night.”
“I got the spare room ready. I’ll be careful, lover. Besides, nothing ever happens here. I love you.”
“Love you more, baby boy.”
Ken walked up to Chip and hugged the slightly shorter man. He, Chip, and TL grew up together and have remained best friends from the day they met to the present.
“I’m glad T’s helping us out.”
“Me too, Kenny, but there’s gotta be a way to improve his acting prowess.”
The actor suddenly snapped his fingers.
“Hey, I’ve just had an idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
“What if we... Um... Nah, never mind.”
“If you’ve got an idea, I’m interested in hearing it.”
“I don’t know, it might be too crazy.”
“C’mon, babe, spit it out.”
Chip grinned evilly as he tackled his best friend, and after a short, giggly wrestling match, pinned the redhead to the floor.
“Hey... What are you doing?”
“I’m getting you to tell me your idea, and gonna have fun doing it.”
The coach bucked and wriggled under his buddy’s weight, but couldn’t escape. He shook his head and started giggling when he saw the wiggling fingers hovering over him.
“Shit... Don’t you dare... You know how ticklish I am.”
Chip smirked and lowered his hands. It took all of two seconds after his ten fingers touched the helpless thirty-five-year-old man’s ribcage to transform his fellow actor and teacher into a squirming, giggling boy. “Coochie, coochie,” he teased in a sing-song tone.
“Crap! Not my ribs.”
High-pitched squeals and laughter fueled the tickle attack. Fingers devilishly wiggled and probed the sensitive flesh between the victim’s ultra ticklish ribs.
“Will you tell me your idea?”
Ken’s legs kicked, and his howling laughter morphed into silent gasps when his deep, slightly hairy, and very damp pit hollows were invaded.
“Silence will leave me with no choice but to tickle your feet,” the devious and playful interrogator stated while chuckling. “We both know how much T and I love getting at those sexy and ticklish soles of yours, Kenny boy.”
“Okay, yes, I’ll talk.”
The tickling ceased, and the former tickle attacker helped the panting, sweat-covered phys ed teacher and football coach to his feet.
“You know how you’re always saying acting is reacting?”
“Yeah!”
“What if we rehearse TL’s scene without telling him?”
“That could work. He’d never expect it, and it’d give him an experience to draw on.”
“But is T strong and forgiving enough to handle it?”
“Once he finds out it’s us, he’ll be fine. Besides, he’s been interested in trying bondage during sex.”
The guys shared a chuckle.
“I know he asked me if I’d be willing to film the two of you and even join in.”
“So, are you willing?”
“Fuck yeah, you two are my best friends, not to mention sexy as fuck.”
“You’re totally hot, too, Kenny-Bear. Let’s talk some more and plan for doing this tomorrow night after Bingo, when the library’s closed and TL’s alone.”
The next night at the library...
“Congrats to everyone who won tonight. Thanks for playing.”
“I know this game is rigged, TL.”
The young librarian giggled as he hugged the vocal patron and shook his head.
“Mom, just because you didn’t win tonight doesn’t mean it’s rigged.”
“Well, there’s got to be a better explanation for me not winning a thing.”
TL’s eyes sparkled as he smirked and said, “I guess it just wasn’t in the cards.”
“Very funny. You know Dad and I are renovating the house.”
“Just sleep with the contractor like last time.”
“You know I would, dear, but your Dad’s not the one working on it. His friend is, and he’s not really attractive.”
The mother and son shared a chuckle before they hugged and kissed.
“Good point. Oh, don’t forget Chip and I are coming for dinner this weekend.”
“We’re looking forward to it. Be careful going home, honey.”
“You too, Mom. Love ya.”
After cleaning the bathrooms, TL grabbed the vacuum, then slipped his shoes off and set them on the doormat at the entrance. While he was bent over, about to plug the cleaner in, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around his waist. “Hey, what the fuck,” he hollered. The young man started struggling but was unable to find freedom, and his forehead glistened with sweat as he wildly tried to escape. Intense fear gripped his senses when he felt another pair of hands grab his ankles. The surprise assault from the unknown assailants kept the brunette from thinking clearly.
The masked men carried their wiggling, squirming hostage to the back of the dark and deserted library, placed him on a long table, and tied his wrists and ankles to the table’s legs.
Never in his life had TL felt so scared, alone, and helpless. “Why are you doing this, and what do you want from me?” he managed to ask. His mind was racing with the disturbing thoughts and images of what could happen to him in this compromised position.
“Where’s the info?” One of them asked in a deep, raspy, and frightening tone.
“Wh... what info? This is a library, there’s lots of information here.”
Seeing the men’s glares, the dark-haired hostage realized maybe now wasn’t the best time to give a response like that. His eyes widened, and his toes curled in his socks.
“I think Mr. Wilson needs some persuasion.”
Something in the helpless man’s brain clicked upon hearing that name. Mr. Wilson was the name of his character in the play.
The librarian blinked his eyes as the two guys removed their masks, and he looked up at Chip’s and Ken’s smiling faces.
“What the fuck?”
“We decided to help you with your acting,” Ken said as he ruffled his best friend’s hair.
“Yeah, lover boy, Ken thought if we did part of the scene without telling you, then you’d have something to work from on stage. I hope you’re not too mad with us, baby boy.”
Chip leaned down and kissed his adorable boyfriend.
“Goddamn you two scared the fuckin’ shit outta me.”
“Well, that was the idea you planted,” Ken stated with a boyish grin plastered on his face.
“I planted,” TL asked, staring at his best friend, completely confused.
“Yep, you were the one who said nothing ever happens here.”
The young man closed his eyes, shaking his head.
“Me and my big mouth. Um, so... are you gonna untie me now, or leave me here all night?”
Chip licked his soft, plump lips before saying, “Not yet, babe.”
“Yeah, we figured we owed you some playtime after scaring you,” the redhead exclaimed.
Chip put a pillow under his boy’s head, then untied the captive’s wrists and ankles long enough to strip off his shirt and jeans, then, after retying the limbs, he put a sleep mask over the sparkling eyes that looked up at him with love and excitement.
TL’s senses were in overdrive, and his skin’s sensitivity was intensified from the loss of vision. However, he was also very intrigued and became horny because of his exposed and vulnerable position.
“Is everything set up?”
“Yep”
T’s curiosity was driving him insane.
“What are you two plotting?”
The response was given with a finger slowly stroking along the edge of the librarian’s left ear. The stroking was so light, the finger’s tip barely touched the ridge. His head instinctively jerked to the side, trying to avoid the ticklish sensation. His body began to squirm as much as the unforgiving ropes would allow, his juicy toes were flexing and curling inside their thin prison of cotton, and light, breathy giggles flowed from his open, cavernous mouth. He figured his tickler was Chip because there were some places only his lover knew about, and the edges of his ears were among the unpublicized tickle spots.
Ken couldn’t stop his giggles over how adorable his friend’s reaction was. “This is too cute,” he declared.
“I know, right? Told ya he had the most adorable tickle spots.”
“I’m so gonna get you two.” TL managed to vow between his giggles.
“You know what threats will get you.”
The helpless captive gulped, suddenly regretting his words. Even though the stroking stopped, the tingling lingered. Its continuance was maddening, and all he could do was shake his head and endure it.
Chip grinned at his accomplice. He knew exactly how to manipulate and exploit his lover’s weakness.
A couple of minutes later, the library was filled with high-pitched giggles and squeals. The reaction was caused by four stiff feathers dancing across the exposed ticklish skin. One feather was eagerly exploring the edge and hollow of the left armpit. The second drew circles around the rim and inside the deep belly button. The right side of the neck was where the third feather decided to play. The fourth feather was slowly stroking back and forth along the quivering lower stomach. Adding insult to injury, Chip’s and Ken’s tongues were wreaking havoc on the twin erect nipples as the moistened tips licked back and forth.
The restrained body shook, its muscles tensed and strained with every attempt to pull free. The light brown eyes watered behind the mask, and beads of sweat were dripping from the matted bangs, plastered to the soaked forehead. The excruciatingly ticklish and intense sensations flooded TL, making his 7” dick rock hard and leak precum. Erotic moans blended and congregated with the squeals and giggles.
With no warning, everything stopped, and for a few minutes, nothing was said or heard except the heavy breathing coming from the sweaty victim. Chip raised his mate’s head, and Ken held a bottle of water with a straw up to his honorary brother’s lips. After some slow, audible gulps, their captive’s head was lowered back to the pillow.
It seemed like hours passed without being touched while lying on the table top. Then, a firm but gentle massage on his size 12 sock-clad feet caused TL to jump out of surprise and softly yelp. Warm hands lovingly caressed and kneaded the tender arches, nimble fingers softly rubbed and worked along the wiggling toe pads, and approving moans and sighs floated like a butterfly from his lips to the massaging duo’s ears. A soft gasp escaped his warm, plump lips, followed by an adorable mouse-like squeak when a nose grazed the tips of ten, cotton-housed toes, seconds before the socks were removed, and he sighed as lips softly kissed along his bare soles.
Bathed in euphoric ecstasy, the naked, trapped body writhed and squirmed as a moist tongue slowly licked his hot, sweaty cock and balls. Boyish squealing giggles couldn’t be contained when TL felt the combination of fingertips very lightly grazing his quivering soles, and the tip of a tongue teasing and tickling his steel rod-like shaft. Pleasured moans intensified when a pair of lips wrapped around his swollen cock, and adding to the sensation, his freshly bared feet were treated to a slow and much-desired tongue bath. Toes flexed as the hot tongue wormed its way under and between the sensitive digits. At the same time, the cum hungry lips were feverishly working to suck out the creamy substance that steadily rose from the twitching shaft. Unable to hold it in any longer, the tied man’s back arched, and the cum that exploded from the pee slit was eagerly devoured by the cavernous mouth.
Spent and drenched, TL lay limp on the table.
“Holy fuckin’ shit, that was awesome,” he managed to express after loving kisses were exchanged between him and his two favorite guys in the world.
The brunette’s eyes blinked and readjusted to the light when the mask was removed.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Chip said while lightly stroking the black locks of hair covering his man’s scalp.
Ken chuckled and asked, “Oh, since you’re already tied up can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“What’s TL for? I asked Chip, and he wouldn’t tell me.”
Suddenly, the still helpless young man’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, I said I was sworn to secrecy, but that he could try getting it outta you, babe.”
The redhead and blonde deviously giggled and rubbed their hands together.
“Oh fuck, c’mon guys. I hate my full name. Please, don’t tickle it outta me.”
“It can’t be that bad.”
“Yeah, it…”
Boyish giggling quickly replaced intelligent words as Ken slowly stroked a feather between the plump and animated toes. “Coochie coochie T-boy,” he teased.
The taunting only made TL more ticklish and squirmy. His eyes shut as electricity shot through his vulnerable body, and uncontrollable high-pitched shrieking laughter bounced off the bookshelves.
The tickler grinned. He increased his assault on the soft soles by slowly dragging his nails up and down the ticklish flesh. He loved that his buddy was drowning in a sea of tickle torture as boisterous howls and fevered screeches delighted his ears.
After nearly four minutes of watching the tickle torture, Chip couldn’t resist anymore, and he straddled the struggling legs. His fingers probed between the heaving ribs, then gently squeezed the soft sides. At the same time, he leaned down and licked along the crevice of the belly button.
The ticklish man’s laughs and screams went silent when his lover blew raspberries on his taut stomach. He couldn’t hold out much longer as his endurance crumbled, and a few minutes later, he slapped his palm against the table.
Instantly, the tickling stopped, the tickling duo got wet paper towels and some water, and they untied their trembling, giggling friend and lover.
“Well, there’s one obvious thing TL stands for,” Ken stated while he and Chip giggled.
The brunette looked at his jovial attackers.
“Well?”
“Ticklish Librarian.”
The unified response was sandwiched between boyish giggles.
“But I don’t think that’s what Mama Jenny and Papa Mitch named you. So out with it, or we’ll start tickling you again.”
Ken backed his playful threat by drilling his index finger in TL’s belly button.
“Ok, ok, I’ll fuckin’ tell you,” the squealing librarian shouted. He panted and glared at his giggling friend and lover, then said, “My full name is Thumper Leif.”
The lone redhead’s light blue eyes sparkled and widened. “That’s actually a cool name,” he excitedly pronounced.
Chip pulled his soul mate into a loving embrace and passionately kissed his lips before stating, “I’ve always said it was adorable.”
“So, why Thumper?”
TL shook his head and giggled. “Nope! Totally not getting that outta me. You only asked my name, Kenny, you never asked why.”
“C’mon, T, you gotta tell me.”
The boyish brunette crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’m not tellin’.”
TL stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at Ken, causing the redhead and his mate to burst with giggles.
“Ok, then I’ll show him.”
“Chip no, you can….”
When the smirking blonde kneaded his inner thighs and tickled his hips, a wave of laughter flowed like a river, and the brunette’s foot rapidly thumped the floor, just like the rabbit from “Bambi.”
“That is adorable.”
Ken couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.
“Ok, ok, no more, it’s so damn ticklish.”
TL was rocking back and forth, trying to escape the tickling.
Chip stopped and held his boyfriend, kissing his forehead.
“C’mon, guys, let’s go home, we have a new video to watch.”
“What video?” T asked as he gathered his things and got dressed.
“The one we just starred in,” Ken said as he smiled and produced a video camera.
At the house, while having a snack, the trio decided to hold off watching the video till the next day. They were too exhausted.
The next morning, TL was the first one to stir. After going to the bathroom, then into the kitchen to start the coffee, he returned to the bedroom, and grinned as he tied his slumbering lover’s and best friend’s wrists and ankles together, securing them to the bedposts. “There’s nothing like a ticklish revenge in the morning,” He muttered to himself as he prepared to exact his fun and ticklish payback.
It was a normal day for TL. Not only is he the town’s most popular librarian, but he’s also the cutest. Not a day goes by without girls and guys stealing glances at the raven-haired hunk. However, the young man’s greatest appeal wasn’t his tall, muscle-toned physique, or his mesmerizing light brown eyes, heck, it wasn’t even the toothpaste commercial-worthy gleaming smile. What made him endearing was his open-mindedness and loving personality.
Since becoming a librarian, he worked his ass off to make the library a vital part of the community. TL was responsible for securing a building expansion for an internet cafe, teaching a descriptive writing class, hosting AA meetings, organizing bingo twice a week, and was involved with the community theater. T wrote most of the plays, worked as a stagehand, and manned the lights when needed. Chip, his childhood best friend and lover, was an assistant director, an actor, and taught drama at the city’s high school and community college.
“Your story is off to a fantastic start, Mike, but you need more elaboration on how your character is feeling. Also, choose other pronouns because constant use of your character’s proper name creates redundancy.”
“I hadn’t thought about that. I’ll see if I can make the improvements. Thanks, T.”
The brunette chuckled as he playfully ruffled the teen’s curly blonde locks.
“No prob, let me know if you need any more help... Ahh, hey, that tickles.”
The librarian doubled over and fell to his knees on the grey carpet, in a squirming ticklish heap from the sudden appearance of fingers, wiggling between his ribs.
“Would you quiet down? After all, this is a library. Sheesh! You’d think the librarian would have more restraint.”
While laughing, the thirty-six-year-old got to his feet, then turned to face his attacker. It seemed as if everyone knew about the young man’s incredible ticklishness. Since childhood, there was always someone taking advantage of his weakness, so he felt no desire to hide it, and he loved getting tickled as much as he loved being the tickler.
Chip’s silvery blue eyes sparkled with playful mischief. The dirty blonde, slender, 6’1” male smiled when his giggling, slightly shorter lover pulled him into one of the offices, and closed the door.
“Hey, sexy.”
The guys shared a love-filled kiss, their firm bodies pressed together, and their cocks stiffened while pressing together. Each man slowly inhaled and savored his better half’s familiar natural scent.
“How’s your day, Chip?”
“Better, after making you squirm and giggle like a little boy, my sexy God of love and giggles.”
TL playfully growled and lightly smacked the muscular guy’s jeans-clad, firm bubble butt that he loved to play with and slip his manhood into. His action resulted in an amused chuckle from his soul mate and his manhood’s arousal.
“Just wait till I get you back, then we’ll see who the little boy is.”
The enduring friendship and romantic relationship were built on the men’s mutual love for one another and shared enjoyment of sensual touch and tickling.
Chip giggled and sheepishly said, “Damn, I forgot why I came here.”
“You mean it wasn’t just to tickle me in public? Shady Pines Babe.”
“Oh yeah, now I remember. Roger caught pink eye from his kid and can’t be in the theater’s murder weekend.”
“Damn, that sucks.”
A few months ago, TL had an idea to collaborate with a few of his best students to create an interactive murder mystery. He approached Chip with the proposal of having the drama class act it out as a dinner theater production.
“Anyway, I was wondering if you’d be willing to do his part.”
“I’m not sure, babe, you know I’m not an actor.”
“That’s true, but you’d be the first victim, so it’s not a huge part. C’mon, T, Please.”
The thirty-seven-year-old used his best sad puppy eyes and pouted.
“Ok, okay, put the pout and sad eyes away. I’ll do it. As they say, the show must go on.”
“Thanks, sweetie, you’re a lifesaver.”
“And a foot tickler.”
TL grinned as he guided the grinning man into a rolling office chair, wrapped his arm around Chip’s ankles, ripped the well-worn flip flops off the wiggling size 13 feet, and slowly scraped his index nail across the balls of the ticklish soles.
“Not the feet, please.”
Chip’s eyes squeezed shut, his body rocked back and forth, then side to side, and his boisterous, vibrant cackles bounced off the office’s walls. He squirmed in the padded seat, his toes scrunched, which caused his arches to wrinkle, and he pounded his fists on the plastic arms of the chair.
“As much as I’d love tickling you all day, I gotta get back to work. Love ya, babe.”
The librarian giggled and whistled as he left his ticklish lover a giggly mess in the stock room and returned to his class.
Later that evening, at the theater, the rehearsal was coming to a close, and Chip whistled and clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention.
“Alright, I think that’s gonna do it for this evening. People, don’t forget the dress rehearsal is on Thursday, and we open Friday night. Thanks, everyone.”
TL ran up and kissed and hugged Chip, saying,
“Babe, I gotta run and make sure everything’s set up for Bingo tomorrow night.”
“Be careful, sexy. Love ya, T. Oh, don’t forget Ken’s staying with us tomorrow night.”
“I got the spare room ready. I’ll be careful, lover. Besides, nothing ever happens here. I love you.”
“Love you more, baby boy.”
Ken walked up to Chip and hugged the slightly shorter man. He, Chip, and TL grew up together and have remained best friends from the day they met to the present.
“I’m glad T’s helping us out.”
“Me too, Kenny, but there’s gotta be a way to improve his acting prowess.”
The actor suddenly snapped his fingers.
“Hey, I’ve just had an idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
“What if we... Um... Nah, never mind.”
“If you’ve got an idea, I’m interested in hearing it.”
“I don’t know, it might be too crazy.”
“C’mon, babe, spit it out.”
Chip grinned evilly as he tackled his best friend, and after a short, giggly wrestling match, pinned the redhead to the floor.
“Hey... What are you doing?”
“I’m getting you to tell me your idea, and gonna have fun doing it.”
The coach bucked and wriggled under his buddy’s weight, but couldn’t escape. He shook his head and started giggling when he saw the wiggling fingers hovering over him.
“Shit... Don’t you dare... You know how ticklish I am.”
Chip smirked and lowered his hands. It took all of two seconds after his ten fingers touched the helpless thirty-five-year-old man’s ribcage to transform his fellow actor and teacher into a squirming, giggling boy. “Coochie, coochie,” he teased in a sing-song tone.
“Crap! Not my ribs.”
High-pitched squeals and laughter fueled the tickle attack. Fingers devilishly wiggled and probed the sensitive flesh between the victim’s ultra ticklish ribs.
“Will you tell me your idea?”
Ken’s legs kicked, and his howling laughter morphed into silent gasps when his deep, slightly hairy, and very damp pit hollows were invaded.
“Silence will leave me with no choice but to tickle your feet,” the devious and playful interrogator stated while chuckling. “We both know how much T and I love getting at those sexy and ticklish soles of yours, Kenny boy.”
“Okay, yes, I’ll talk.”
The tickling ceased, and the former tickle attacker helped the panting, sweat-covered phys ed teacher and football coach to his feet.
“You know how you’re always saying acting is reacting?”
“Yeah!”
“What if we rehearse TL’s scene without telling him?”
“That could work. He’d never expect it, and it’d give him an experience to draw on.”
“But is T strong and forgiving enough to handle it?”
“Once he finds out it’s us, he’ll be fine. Besides, he’s been interested in trying bondage during sex.”
The guys shared a chuckle.
“I know he asked me if I’d be willing to film the two of you and even join in.”
“So, are you willing?”
“Fuck yeah, you two are my best friends, not to mention sexy as fuck.”
“You’re totally hot, too, Kenny-Bear. Let’s talk some more and plan for doing this tomorrow night after Bingo, when the library’s closed and TL’s alone.”
The next night at the library...
“Congrats to everyone who won tonight. Thanks for playing.”
“I know this game is rigged, TL.”
The young librarian giggled as he hugged the vocal patron and shook his head.
“Mom, just because you didn’t win tonight doesn’t mean it’s rigged.”
“Well, there’s got to be a better explanation for me not winning a thing.”
TL’s eyes sparkled as he smirked and said, “I guess it just wasn’t in the cards.”
“Very funny. You know Dad and I are renovating the house.”
“Just sleep with the contractor like last time.”
“You know I would, dear, but your Dad’s not the one working on it. His friend is, and he’s not really attractive.”
The mother and son shared a chuckle before they hugged and kissed.
“Good point. Oh, don’t forget Chip and I are coming for dinner this weekend.”
“We’re looking forward to it. Be careful going home, honey.”
“You too, Mom. Love ya.”
After cleaning the bathrooms, TL grabbed the vacuum, then slipped his shoes off and set them on the doormat at the entrance. While he was bent over, about to plug the cleaner in, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around his waist. “Hey, what the fuck,” he hollered. The young man started struggling but was unable to find freedom, and his forehead glistened with sweat as he wildly tried to escape. Intense fear gripped his senses when he felt another pair of hands grab his ankles. The surprise assault from the unknown assailants kept the brunette from thinking clearly.
The masked men carried their wiggling, squirming hostage to the back of the dark and deserted library, placed him on a long table, and tied his wrists and ankles to the table’s legs.
Never in his life had TL felt so scared, alone, and helpless. “Why are you doing this, and what do you want from me?” he managed to ask. His mind was racing with the disturbing thoughts and images of what could happen to him in this compromised position.
“Where’s the info?” One of them asked in a deep, raspy, and frightening tone.
“Wh... what info? This is a library, there’s lots of information here.”
Seeing the men’s glares, the dark-haired hostage realized maybe now wasn’t the best time to give a response like that. His eyes widened, and his toes curled in his socks.
“I think Mr. Wilson needs some persuasion.”
Something in the helpless man’s brain clicked upon hearing that name. Mr. Wilson was the name of his character in the play.
The librarian blinked his eyes as the two guys removed their masks, and he looked up at Chip’s and Ken’s smiling faces.
“What the fuck?”
“We decided to help you with your acting,” Ken said as he ruffled his best friend’s hair.
“Yeah, lover boy, Ken thought if we did part of the scene without telling you, then you’d have something to work from on stage. I hope you’re not too mad with us, baby boy.”
Chip leaned down and kissed his adorable boyfriend.
“Goddamn you two scared the fuckin’ shit outta me.”
“Well, that was the idea you planted,” Ken stated with a boyish grin plastered on his face.
“I planted,” TL asked, staring at his best friend, completely confused.
“Yep, you were the one who said nothing ever happens here.”
The young man closed his eyes, shaking his head.
“Me and my big mouth. Um, so... are you gonna untie me now, or leave me here all night?”
Chip licked his soft, plump lips before saying, “Not yet, babe.”
“Yeah, we figured we owed you some playtime after scaring you,” the redhead exclaimed.
Chip put a pillow under his boy’s head, then untied the captive’s wrists and ankles long enough to strip off his shirt and jeans, then, after retying the limbs, he put a sleep mask over the sparkling eyes that looked up at him with love and excitement.
TL’s senses were in overdrive, and his skin’s sensitivity was intensified from the loss of vision. However, he was also very intrigued and became horny because of his exposed and vulnerable position.
“Is everything set up?”
“Yep”
T’s curiosity was driving him insane.
“What are you two plotting?”
The response was given with a finger slowly stroking along the edge of the librarian’s left ear. The stroking was so light, the finger’s tip barely touched the ridge. His head instinctively jerked to the side, trying to avoid the ticklish sensation. His body began to squirm as much as the unforgiving ropes would allow, his juicy toes were flexing and curling inside their thin prison of cotton, and light, breathy giggles flowed from his open, cavernous mouth. He figured his tickler was Chip because there were some places only his lover knew about, and the edges of his ears were among the unpublicized tickle spots.
Ken couldn’t stop his giggles over how adorable his friend’s reaction was. “This is too cute,” he declared.
“I know, right? Told ya he had the most adorable tickle spots.”
“I’m so gonna get you two.” TL managed to vow between his giggles.
“You know what threats will get you.”
The helpless captive gulped, suddenly regretting his words. Even though the stroking stopped, the tingling lingered. Its continuance was maddening, and all he could do was shake his head and endure it.
Chip grinned at his accomplice. He knew exactly how to manipulate and exploit his lover’s weakness.
A couple of minutes later, the library was filled with high-pitched giggles and squeals. The reaction was caused by four stiff feathers dancing across the exposed ticklish skin. One feather was eagerly exploring the edge and hollow of the left armpit. The second drew circles around the rim and inside the deep belly button. The right side of the neck was where the third feather decided to play. The fourth feather was slowly stroking back and forth along the quivering lower stomach. Adding insult to injury, Chip’s and Ken’s tongues were wreaking havoc on the twin erect nipples as the moistened tips licked back and forth.
The restrained body shook, its muscles tensed and strained with every attempt to pull free. The light brown eyes watered behind the mask, and beads of sweat were dripping from the matted bangs, plastered to the soaked forehead. The excruciatingly ticklish and intense sensations flooded TL, making his 7” dick rock hard and leak precum. Erotic moans blended and congregated with the squeals and giggles.
With no warning, everything stopped, and for a few minutes, nothing was said or heard except the heavy breathing coming from the sweaty victim. Chip raised his mate’s head, and Ken held a bottle of water with a straw up to his honorary brother’s lips. After some slow, audible gulps, their captive’s head was lowered back to the pillow.
It seemed like hours passed without being touched while lying on the table top. Then, a firm but gentle massage on his size 12 sock-clad feet caused TL to jump out of surprise and softly yelp. Warm hands lovingly caressed and kneaded the tender arches, nimble fingers softly rubbed and worked along the wiggling toe pads, and approving moans and sighs floated like a butterfly from his lips to the massaging duo’s ears. A soft gasp escaped his warm, plump lips, followed by an adorable mouse-like squeak when a nose grazed the tips of ten, cotton-housed toes, seconds before the socks were removed, and he sighed as lips softly kissed along his bare soles.
Bathed in euphoric ecstasy, the naked, trapped body writhed and squirmed as a moist tongue slowly licked his hot, sweaty cock and balls. Boyish squealing giggles couldn’t be contained when TL felt the combination of fingertips very lightly grazing his quivering soles, and the tip of a tongue teasing and tickling his steel rod-like shaft. Pleasured moans intensified when a pair of lips wrapped around his swollen cock, and adding to the sensation, his freshly bared feet were treated to a slow and much-desired tongue bath. Toes flexed as the hot tongue wormed its way under and between the sensitive digits. At the same time, the cum hungry lips were feverishly working to suck out the creamy substance that steadily rose from the twitching shaft. Unable to hold it in any longer, the tied man’s back arched, and the cum that exploded from the pee slit was eagerly devoured by the cavernous mouth.
Spent and drenched, TL lay limp on the table.
“Holy fuckin’ shit, that was awesome,” he managed to express after loving kisses were exchanged between him and his two favorite guys in the world.
The brunette’s eyes blinked and readjusted to the light when the mask was removed.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Chip said while lightly stroking the black locks of hair covering his man’s scalp.
Ken chuckled and asked, “Oh, since you’re already tied up can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“What’s TL for? I asked Chip, and he wouldn’t tell me.”
Suddenly, the still helpless young man’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, I said I was sworn to secrecy, but that he could try getting it outta you, babe.”
The redhead and blonde deviously giggled and rubbed their hands together.
“Oh fuck, c’mon guys. I hate my full name. Please, don’t tickle it outta me.”
“It can’t be that bad.”
“Yeah, it…”
Boyish giggling quickly replaced intelligent words as Ken slowly stroked a feather between the plump and animated toes. “Coochie coochie T-boy,” he teased.
The taunting only made TL more ticklish and squirmy. His eyes shut as electricity shot through his vulnerable body, and uncontrollable high-pitched shrieking laughter bounced off the bookshelves.
The tickler grinned. He increased his assault on the soft soles by slowly dragging his nails up and down the ticklish flesh. He loved that his buddy was drowning in a sea of tickle torture as boisterous howls and fevered screeches delighted his ears.
After nearly four minutes of watching the tickle torture, Chip couldn’t resist anymore, and he straddled the struggling legs. His fingers probed between the heaving ribs, then gently squeezed the soft sides. At the same time, he leaned down and licked along the crevice of the belly button.
The ticklish man’s laughs and screams went silent when his lover blew raspberries on his taut stomach. He couldn’t hold out much longer as his endurance crumbled, and a few minutes later, he slapped his palm against the table.
Instantly, the tickling stopped, the tickling duo got wet paper towels and some water, and they untied their trembling, giggling friend and lover.
“Well, there’s one obvious thing TL stands for,” Ken stated while he and Chip giggled.
The brunette looked at his jovial attackers.
“Well?”
“Ticklish Librarian.”
The unified response was sandwiched between boyish giggles.
“But I don’t think that’s what Mama Jenny and Papa Mitch named you. So out with it, or we’ll start tickling you again.”
Ken backed his playful threat by drilling his index finger in TL’s belly button.
“Ok, ok, I’ll fuckin’ tell you,” the squealing librarian shouted. He panted and glared at his giggling friend and lover, then said, “My full name is Thumper Leif.”
The lone redhead’s light blue eyes sparkled and widened. “That’s actually a cool name,” he excitedly pronounced.
Chip pulled his soul mate into a loving embrace and passionately kissed his lips before stating, “I’ve always said it was adorable.”
“So, why Thumper?”
TL shook his head and giggled. “Nope! Totally not getting that outta me. You only asked my name, Kenny, you never asked why.”
“C’mon, T, you gotta tell me.”
The boyish brunette crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’m not tellin’.”
TL stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at Ken, causing the redhead and his mate to burst with giggles.
“Ok, then I’ll show him.”
“Chip no, you can….”
When the smirking blonde kneaded his inner thighs and tickled his hips, a wave of laughter flowed like a river, and the brunette’s foot rapidly thumped the floor, just like the rabbit from “Bambi.”
“That is adorable.”
Ken couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.
“Ok, ok, no more, it’s so damn ticklish.”
TL was rocking back and forth, trying to escape the tickling.
Chip stopped and held his boyfriend, kissing his forehead.
“C’mon, guys, let’s go home, we have a new video to watch.”
“What video?” T asked as he gathered his things and got dressed.
“The one we just starred in,” Ken said as he smiled and produced a video camera.
At the house, while having a snack, the trio decided to hold off watching the video till the next day. They were too exhausted.
The next morning, TL was the first one to stir. After going to the bathroom, then into the kitchen to start the coffee, he returned to the bedroom, and grinned as he tied his slumbering lover’s and best friend’s wrists and ankles together, securing them to the bedposts. “There’s nothing like a ticklish revenge in the morning,” He muttered to himself as he prepared to exact his fun and ticklish payback.
