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This is another story that I found. This one I absolutely love because they breaking point is fan-fucking-tastic![FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New]
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[/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I'd been watching him for for several weeks now. Gliding by with
his buddies he'd be, in a white T-shirt and khaki shorts, baggy, coursing
elegantly over the corporate cement. I'd be hangin' out on Saturdays, reading
a novel, smoking cigarettes in the late spring warmth, thoroughly enjoying
these young studs' skate stunts (until the goddamn corporation cracked
down later that year and put up signs and more security to drive them off).
Several were quite nice-looking, but one stood out. About five-nine, jet-black
hair of average length, heavy-boned frame, and, around his neck, oddly,
a very-seventies shark tooth on a black leather cord. The young hunk was
broad-shouldered and clearly well-built; he distracted me often from my
book (I think I was reading Nabokov's Lolita.)
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As I had decided to be more bold with my interest in good-looking,
athletic, cocky young men, specifically desiring to explore my paternal
disciplinary instincts, and the possibility of persuading one of these
smirky, arrogant skatepunks into bondage and boyish tortures, I determined
to strike up a conversation with this guy. . .eventually.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Weekend after weekend, the skatepunks did their moves. I did nothing.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]But today, I'd noticed him looking over at me a few times, with what
appeared to be. . .interest. (Naw, impossible. . .)
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Then. . .suddenly, there he was, rocketing his board my way. My favorite
skatepunk. When he got within twenty feet, I saw his eyes were locked on
mine. . .he glided up, snapped the board's end down suddenly, snagged his
chariot up and padded over the grass to me.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The Skatepunk Asks For A Cigarette
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Ahhh. The interest was in. . .my cigarette pack. Figures. I smiled
anyway. I held up the pack of American Spirits. "Hey, you shouldn't be
smoking, pal," I said. "You're an athlete!" I smiled crookedly up at his
face, silhouetted against the sun. He chuckled lazily. "Yeah, I know. I
only smoke sometimes. Never buy 'em. Only bum 'em." He took a cig. Smiling
bad-boyishly at me, he sat down on the hot cement wall a couple feet to
my left.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]We shot the shit for a few minutes. Turned out his name was Tim.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Yeah, I've got a couple of part-timer jobs. I don't like to work
much. Not with school on."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, you're not in school now, are you? It's summer."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Yeah, but. . ." He laughed and turned to me, grinning, a beautiful,
devilishly boyish grin, his bright white teeth glinting sharply in the
full sun as he threw his cocky head back. "Sometimes it seems I'm always
in school. Fuckin' shit."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I gotta fuck around, skate, scoot, party. . .you know." He took
a long drag from the cig and leaned back carefully on the wall. Then he
bolted up and peeled off his t-shirt.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I jumped involuntarily at the sight of his chest. Very lean, a little
more tanned than his face had given away, with a hard, gently muscled belly.
His upper body was a lot more muscular than I'd guessed; Tim had a great
set of small, hard, square pecs and heavy, well-beefed shoulders and upper
arms. He'd be great in a fight, I thought. Jesus, I tried hard not to stare!
He turned and lay back along the wall and groaned contently, stretching
his blue-veined forearms behind his head, exposing a lusciously moist pair
of deep armpits, lined with strong young-male tendons, bursting with exuberant,
dark pit hair. I could have jumped him and poked him right there. I had
to have him somehow. . .
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"So you don't have a job? What a fucking slacker."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He looked insulted. "No way, man, I work. At the Seven Sisters. Pull
espresso." He looked serious for a moment. "Gotta save up money for my
new board. Gonna cost me fucking almost two hundred bucks."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I was kinda stunned. Not by his looks, suddenly, but by the price.
"You gotta be kidding me. How can a fucking skateboard cost two bills?
That's insane."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Time shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever. It's a custom board." He
was looking off toward his buddies. He stood very suddenly and yelled something
unintelligible at one of them.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Hooking the Trout[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim laid back down on the wall, lifted his head, and glanced at me.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You look like one of those frat boys." He grinned wickedly. "Only
older."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I preferred to think of this remark as a male compliment on my clean-cut
good looks.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Cocky little bastard. "Shouldn't knock fraternities, smartass. You
don't have what it takes to be in a frat." I pulled out a cig.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh yeah? Like what am I missing? C'mon. Frat guys are a bunch of
pussies. I should know. My sister's dated enough."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I lit my cig. "Yeah, maybe you think so, fucker, but the hazing's
tough!"
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He took a drag and spewed it out extravagantly. "Oh, okay, hazing.
Yeah. Gimme a break. I could handle that shit." He glanced at me with cocky
contempt, then looked away towards his buds.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I pulled myself up against the wall, stretching out my legs. "Oh,
yeah, you think so, huh? You're a little smartass, pal. Though you're an
awesome skateboarder."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Awesome? But you're an old guy, so. . ."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Old? I'm fucking twenty-nine. Old is like, seventy."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Nobody says 'awesome' anymore." He grinned nonetheless.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Not true, idjit."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whatever. . .you're old enough."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh yeah? Old enough for what? And how old are you?"
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He leaning up again, eyeing me quickly, then grinned down at the
pavement, taking a long drag off the cig.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Nineteen." He chuckled insultingly. "Check it out, you sit here
and watch us skatin'. I've seen you before here. I've seen you here." He
met my eyes directly again, grinned again, then looked off at his buddies.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]His gaze was so honest, intent, just for those few seconds. . .it
threw me a little. Was he. . .getting at something? Naw, just young male
bullshit, I thought to myself. Something in me suddenly decided to go for
it, though, and that something started to speak.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Hey, I've got an idea. You think you're so tough? Listen. How 'bout
this." I threw the cig down and stood, crushing it under my Timberland.
I turned to face him with a wicked grin.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You're too lazy to work for your new board? Fine. I've got bucks.
I'll offer to buy it for you."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He cocked his head, still lying on the cement and straining his neck
to look up at me. He grinned incredulously, then sat up swiftly. "No way.
Why?"
[/FONT][/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]
[/FONT][/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"If you can pass a simple test. Say, an hour-long test." I was having
a hard time not staring at the luxurious thatch surrounding his navel,
black as the fur in his armpits, and about as dense.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I get enough tests at the 'dub, man. Hey!" Tim turned away suddenly,
yelling again at one of his friends. They exchanged looks, and some sort
of quick, unintelligible hand signs; he then turned back to me. "Anyway.
Yeah. So."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Not an academic test, dummy," I continued. "But it is. . .
a. . . collegiate one." I licked my lips quickly, despite myself, my heart
beating harder. I turned away from his painfully handsome face, glancing
off towards the guy he'd just yelled at, hoping he'd not seen my intensity.
"You think my frat hazing was so easy? I'll put you through the same one
I got. For one hour. If you can pass without giving up, the skateboard's
yours." I grinned.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He cocked his head again. He actually looked kind of interested for
a moment. Then, just as quickly, his eyes turned again to his buds, the
thick neck tendons swerving his skull. One of them was yelling something
at us. "Cool! Hey, listen, man, gotta go." He jumped off the wall, stuffing
his t-shirt into the back pocket of his shorts. He took a few quick, lithe
strides across the grass to the edge of the cement, tossed the board back
down, and scooted away. But not before turning back, shooting me again
that killer grin. "Hey, see ya again, dude."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I was crushed. I went home immediately and. . .well, you can guess
what.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The Next Saturday
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Hey."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Hey."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]We started talking about a mini-riot at one of the downtown clubs
the night before. Tim still had six months to go before he could drink
legally.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He brought up the subject of our previous little chat.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whoa. A new board? That'd be cool. Fuck. . .I need a new deck. Well,
what's it like? What kinda stupid shit they do to you?" He was curious,
but also clearly a little suspicious now. He jumped off the wall quickly,
picked up his board, and started screwing around with it, jumping on it,
twisting, staring down at it intently, looking up at me lazily, then returning
to total board absorption. Half a boy and half a man. Only nineteen.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Jeez, how was I gonna lead him, handle this. . .by instinct? Sometimes
when men are with other men they're trying to swindle, they forget they're
men themselves. . .as if the other guy were a foreign creature. . .like
a female or something. I remembered this syndrome, and chilled, slowly
regaining control.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I cleared my throat. "Well, if I tell you. . .that's kind of dumb."
He glanced at me, put-off.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I continued quickly. "Alright, it's kind of an interrogation thing.
If you can tough it out, you get to join the frat."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, yeah, everybody got in the frat, though, you said." He glanced
at me with that "gee, I hadn't realized you're really not that bright"
look. Suddenly I realized he thought he had me; he was wearing a contemptuous
grin. Quickly I put on a confused look, like I was too mentally slow for
him. I couldn't tell if I were, or I was just a lucky verbal stumbler.
"But it's tough! It really was!" I suddenly copped a pathetic, pleading
tone.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, you went through it, man. And YOU don't look so tough." He
laughed mockingly. "So it can't be that big a deal!" He grinned at me arrogantly,
leapt over to me, reached into my front pocket and took out my pack of
Spirits. "I think I just got myself a new board, dude. Let's go for it."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Sure," I said languidly, my heart suddenly throbbing. "Wh-when?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Right now, dude. You just live up there, right?" he said, pointing
and looking up to the beat-up old brick apartment building on the hill
behind us. "Just an hour, huh?" He smiled, still looking up at the building,
like he was trying to pick out the windows of my apartment. The strong,
well-made fingers of his right hand stroked lazily through the thick fur
of his muscled belly.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Minutes later, he was following me down the long corridor to my apartment.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Across the Threshold
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Okay. I've been thinking. I'm gonna change it a little."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whaddya mean, change it? No way!" He had popped himself a beer and
was walking back from the kitchen into the living room, well, the only
room, of my ratbag studio apartment.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"No, just because. . .it can't be identical. In this case, we'll
make it more of. . .more of a game. Here's the gig. I'm gonna give you.
. .how much do you need?"
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Like, a hundred [/FONT][/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular] and. . .sixty bucks."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I thought for a moment. "I thought you said almost two bills?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He looked at me like I was a complete moron. "Well, a hundred and
sixty. . .is almost. . .two hundred. . ." He blinked.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Okay." Clearly this guy hasn't been dealing with money very long.
I looked in my wallet. I had a fat bunch of tens and twenties. "I'll give
you that much right now. I'll go out in the hallway. . .no, I'll go get
some more beer at the stop-and-rob. While I'm gone, you hide each of the
bills. . ."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Stop-and-rob." He giggled, and glanced at me, grinning. Then down
at his feet. "Uhh, better make it a hundred and eighty, come to think."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Huh? I thought you saidÉ"
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Taxes, man. Fucking sales tax." He jerked his handsome face up.
He was still grinning, and now I could see on his big, perfect front teeth
that slightly marbly look that guys get when they're given certain antibiotics
in childhood. God knows why, but I always found that kinda sexy. Whatever.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I looked at him, running my eyes quickly, carnivorously over his
hot, sweaty bod. Jesus. Then I glanced quickly at and away from his moist,
corrugated stomach. "What-fucking-ever. . .okay. . .here's a hundred and
eighty bucks. . ." I handed him the bills, and at that precise fucking
moment Tim began absent-mindedly stroking his belly again, grazing his
fingers through his thatch and even poking a finger into his navel. I thought
I was gonna have a stroke.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I thought of the really foolishly huge amount of money I'd given
him. "Hmmm.....doesn't matter. . .I'll probably get more of it back than
he thinks. . ."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You hide those in the apartment while I'm gone. When I get back,
I'll have one hour to get you to tell me where they are. Whatever you've
still got hidden at the end of the hour is yours."
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Wait a minute! What if you win some back? Then I won't have enough.
I don't know, man." He copped a cynical, bored look. "Maybe. . ." He glanced
out the window, blue eyes narrowing. Far below was the the corporate "skatepark".
His buddies were gliding along, far below, like wheeled ants. The roar
of the freeway drowned out their sounds.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"All right, you bastard. Here. Here's another twenty. That makes
two hundred. And I still think I can get it all back from you during our
game." I was sure I blushed suddenly, confused, thinking I'd fucked up,
that he'd interpret the sudden extra money as desperation to getting him
into some sick situation. But my fear was for nothing. His greed (which
I should have predicted) won him over immediately, and I realized that,
yes, when we're young men, cocky, untested, we think we're immortal, that
we can do anything, undergo anything, and come out on top. Always a key
technique in manipulating young men: appeal to their greed and sense of
omnipotence.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Cool, man. Deal!" Tim grinned widely and chuckled, again lazily
scratching that taut belly, absently playing with his own teenage male
flesh, which I now noticed was streaked lightly with some sort of grime.
His dark blue eyes shot pleasure at me from under the shock of black hair
falling boyishly over his forehead. He raised his hand in goodbye. "See
ya in a few, bro!" he half-sneered. Turning away, he began looking with
interest through my library. "You read books?", I thought insultingly,
as I closed the door behind me.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I Return
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As I walked back to my building with the six-pack, I was suddenly
overwhelmed with a feeling of helpless frustration. You idiot. There's
no fucking reason he's going to be there, man. You just gave a (nearly)
complete stranger two hundred bucks, then left. Like he's gonna be there?
I felt like a complete moron; once again, led into stupid horny fantasies
by the Mr. Happy between my thighs. As the elevator slowly rose, my stomach
sank. And yet. . .as I walked in the door. . .there was Tim, squatting
on the floor by a bookcase, a small pile of tomes dumped randomly on the
floor. He was holding one, examining the spine. He didn't even look up
at me, but said, "Pop me a brew, dude". Arrogant little bastard. . .
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I slipped him a bottle and walked into the kitchen, putting the bag
in the fridge. As I walked back into the main room, Tim was guzzling his
beer thirstily. He turned to me with a new flush of cockiness.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"All done hiding my money. Can't wait to spend it" he said, grinning,
chuckling. "Come down there tomorrow and I'll show you my stuff."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Yeah, you'll show me your stuff, you little bastard. "Good enough.
All right, let's get you set. Lie down on the bed. On your back. I'll get
you tied up."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"HUH?" he drawled. Shit. "Tied the fuck up? Wait a second. You didn't
say anything about. . .why do I have to be tied up?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Because it's an interrogation game, dummy." I sniffed the air mindlessly,
and suddenly caught wind of the tremendous odor this sweaty dude was throwing
off from his pits. Not awful. . .just funky enough. REALLY sexy. Yow.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He cocked his head rebelliously and pursed his lips. "How do I know
you're not gonna hurt me?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh, for Christ's sake, it's just a frat hazing. Don't be such a
fucking pussy. Don't worry, they didn't hurt us. Remember, I got through
it."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well. . .okay." He turned tough and sullen. "You do, man, and I'll.
. ." He glanced menacingly, crookedly at me. "My friends'll fuck you up
real good, man."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you, you fucking pussy."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh, I forgot. You gotta strip down to your shorts too. That's what
we had to do."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]His eyes turned suddenly matter-of-fact; setting his sensuous lips
in a determined pose, he squatted down and lowered his heavy hands to his
Reeboks and began unlacing them. "I should probably just get NAKED, it's
so fucking hot in here," he blurted. I was kinda startled. Don't worry,
pal, I thought, I'll decide when it's hot enough in here to get you naked.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim pulled off his Reeboks and blue Docker shorts, revealing the
rest of the plaid boxers that had been poking above his waistband. As he
stretched back up and breathed heavily, my eyes couldn't help but wander
briefly to his groin, where under the boxers lay an obviously healthy,
heavy basket. . .cool.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He lay down as instructed. I went into my closet, my heart beating
hard again. I didn't want to use my usual bondage stuff. . .prepared restraints,
like my fur-lined cuffs, would really get him wondering, well before he
was helpless. . .that might set him off.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I grabbed two of my rattier ties, one old leather belt, and seeing
I had nothing else, one of my actual quality ties (this better be worth
it, man, this is a GOOD tie, I thought to myself), and some old athletic
socks. I quickly tied the various pieces of fabric into double-ended noose
complexes, such that the ties would attach to the steel Murphy-bed frame,
and the soft but strong socks would encircle the wrists and ankles of his
powerful limbs.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]When I walked back out, I noticed Tim had sat back up and was starting
to pull off his left sock. Whoops! Don't ruin it, man. I thought quickly.
"Hey! Don't take yer fucking socks off, man! They stink enough as it is."
Which wasn't true, actually, but having him keep his socks on would most
definitely be part of the whole game. Nothing like tickling a guy through
his socks first, so that's he's then totally worried about how much more
ticklish his feet'd be if they were completely exposed. He lay back down.
I worked carefully but quickly on his ankles, fastening them tautly to
the Murphy bed, spreading his legs just enough to allow access to the (hopefully)
sensitive inner thighs.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Then I had him hold his arms out in front of him. He looked pretty
calm, almost too calm. . .I was desperately trying to figure out his psychology
on this whole scene (the mind-fuck maybe being more than half the fun right
there, you guys well know). I slipped the athletic-sock nooses over his
wrists together, softly but inescapably firmly, so he'd neither be hurt
nor able to escape if he struggled. . .IF he struggled. . .shit. . .it
better be WHEN he struggled. . .I still didn't know if he were sensitive.
. .not only did I crave a seriously ticklish teenage stud here, but I'd
really feel like an idiot if I went to all this trouble only to lose a
hundred and . . .no, Christ! now it was TWO hundred bucks.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I then pulled his bound wrists behind his head and tied them to the
center bar at the head of the heavy steel bedframe.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Voila. Helpless.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The twin dark, deep curves of his armpits were exposed again, this
time helplessly. "You're gonna touch those teenage pits," I thought, my
cock flexing.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Stretched out as he was, his body was even more beautiful, seeing
as how his ribcage looked twice as hard and muscled stretched out like
that. As I ran my eyes with excited approval over his taut, rugged bod,
I realized I was getting an even more-painful hard-on. I went to the kitchen
and "rearranged" myself, as I began to breath excitedly. I popped another
beer and nervously guzzled half of it. For about half a second I had the
oddest feeling. . .the vaguest flush of boredom, that I should let him
go, that I'd already won. . .what's with that? I thought, as the moment
appropriately passed, and my lust stepped back into the driver's seat.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I then returned to the room where the young skatepunk lay bound and
exposed, nearly naked, having no idea he was about to be lightly stroked,
deeply probed, and generally and expertly teased into hysterical laughter
and submission.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As I approached, Tim pulled languidly at the restraints, testing
them, getting "comfortable". I looked at the clock. Seven to three. The
dull roar of the freeway distant below my high windows drowned out the
sound of his buddies only two blocks away, who had no idea. No idea about
where Tim was, or about what was about to happen to him.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"All right, let's get started. It's almost three. We'll start exactly
at three. You'll get untied at four on the button."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim smiled. "Two hundred bucks an hour is good pay, man. Thanks."
He grinned up at me arrogantly, the same clearly contemptuous sneer playing
over his handsome face. He was really getting annoying with that. "Come
on, big bro', do your best! Let's get this terrible frat boy 'interrogation'
on the road!" He closed his eyes and sniggered contentedly, his belly muscles
flexing.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]
[/FONT][/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I nodded grimly, as if I had a tough job in front of me. I liked
his contempt; it would make torturing him easier. I finished the beer (I
was drinking a little too quickly, I suddenly realized) and went into the
little closet and found my "interrogation" kit.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I brought out the shoebox.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whatcha got in there?" He looked at me calmly, but intrigued, still
smiling confidently, lazily. Four minutes until three.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Just some stuff. Same kinda stuff the guys used on me. . .to get
me to talk."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"But you didn't talk, right? They let you in the frat. . ." He stretched
out against his bonds, flexing his fingers, grinding his heavy limbs and
compact body into the futon, the steel springs straining loudly beneath
his sturdy young bones and muscles.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh, they let us in the frat. All six of us. But four of us talked.
. .a lot. . ..we knuckled under pretty quickly, actually." I grinned down
at the shoebox, indulging in memory of that intense day. The laughter,
the pleading, the smells of five other naked, furiously sweating young
men, laughing and bucking and writhing like baby rabbits under the devilish
fingers and feathers of the pledgemaster and the other upperclassmen.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"They let us all in, even though four of us, including myself, failed
the test. They just wanted to test us, tease the shit out of us. . .see
how tough we were. . .and they DID break us, dude. I was laughing like
a fuckin' crazy MOTHERfucker while they tortured us."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim looked at me and blinked. Ha. What do you make of that, you arrogant
little fucker?
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"So, umm, whaddya mean, 'talked'?", Tim said in an uncharacteristically
low voice. He had leaned his head forward, and was examining his bound
bod.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"What did they interrogate you to get?" Tim was pretty swiftly looking
worried. I walked over to the Murphy bed and sat down at the edge, admiring
the old-fashioned, half-dump-of-a-1930's-apartment frame, the overly-strong
steel more than a match for even the wildest gyrations and thrashings of
a strong, healthy kid like Tim. A wicked, more confident grin widened on
my face. "I guess I've got to admit. . ..I'm a pretty physically sensitive
guy. My older brother saw to that." I laughed evilly.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I looked into Tim's cobalt eyes.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I'm a pretty fucking ticklish guy, pal. Insanely ticklish, Tim.
Jesus! For most young guys, getting tickle-tortured with feathers and stuff
is pretty challenging. Especially when they're tied up and helpless. .
..like you are right now."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim jolted suddenly and pulled anxiously at his bonds. His handsome
blue eyes were fucking BUGGING! A nonchalant reaction from him would've
surely been a disappointing sign, but Tim was suddenly clearly freaked,
and I was well pleased!
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Wha-wha-whaddya mean, um, ti-ti-ticklish?" He licked his lips and
glanced down quickly past his muscular, hairy belly at his sock-clad feet,
then back up at me, uncomprehending-like, but. . .comprehending.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I answered him coolly. "Well, the thing was, they told us all this
secret stuff, secret frat stuff; y'know, dumb stuff like, secret code words
and shit. . ." I grinned at the recollection, looking away from his handsome
face and far into a distance. "Secret stuff we weren't supposedly to reveal
to any other man, no matter how we were tortured. Guess like in the military,
or something."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I looked calmly at him. Indulgently, even. Big brother to little
brother look. Then I looked down into the box and slowly pulled out my
prized tickler: a good-sized seagull feather, in really good shape. Spines
still stiff, tip still soft. Perfect to start freaking out a nineteen-year
old, cocky-ass, near-nude skatepunk.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Thing was, nothing they told us to memorize, but not to tell, was
real." I straightened up my posture. "Just a bunch of made-up shit. Just
so they could torture us. Tickle-torture us." I began twirling the feather
between my fingers.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim was staring hard at the feather, not EVEN blinking. You woulda
had to have seen that look, you guys. . .Jesus. Priceless.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He said one word. One long, drawn out word, in a low voice. "No-o-o-o."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I cocked my head, smiling. "Whaddya mean, no-o-o-o-o-o?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He blinked now, staring at the feather, then catching himself, efficiently
changing demeanor. "I mean, no, (clearing his throat) um, yeah, I see what
you're saying. But I'm not. . .you know. . ." he chuckled gamely, "uhhh,
sensitive, ummm, y'know, uhhh, th-that way."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I looked down at the feather and dramatically and slowly drew its
long whitish edge along my left palm. Christ, would that tickle on a young
man's belly. (And had, in fact; on my former roommate of six months back.)
"You're not what, you mean?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Not. . .huh? No, like, I mean, uhhh, Chris man, I, uh, mean I'm
not, I'm not. . . you know, like. . .I'm not, heh heh, like, (*gulping*)
ti-ticklish, m-man." He grinned nervously and gulped again, having said
the magic word. Ah, Lord. I just wanted to hear him say it again. (Please,
Tim, say again the word "ticklish".)
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Huh? You're not. . .what?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Ti-ticklish."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Nice.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Again he stuttered. And blushed. Excellent. And as I stroked my eyes
along his belly, up between his taut pecs, and up to his baby blue orbs,
he blushed deeply and gulped again. That time he must have caught it. .
.he had to have fully realized by the look I must have been wearing that
I wanted his unbelievable body BADLY.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You're kidding! Not ticklish? A studly, athletic young guy like
you? Shit! Too bad, man. Goddamn it, I guess I'm gonna lose the money.
Shoot. Guess I should just untie you and let you have the bucks, dude."
I stared back into his dark blue eyes. "Shit, I thought for sure I'd had
you. I thought for sure you'd be fucking ticklish as hell."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He relaxed totally and suddenly, letting out a strong sigh of relief.
"Yeah, sorry. Wow. Guess I win. Sorry, guy. Ha ha." The bedsprings creaked
as he relaxed.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Yeah, man. . .I mean, it woulda been great to check out your stomach.
. .and those pits! Seemed to me that a little teasing there, with this
feather, for instance, would drive you wild, drive you outta yer fuckin'
mind. But if you say so."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Oh Christ. It was gonna happen. And since teasing is the key to this
scene's excitement, I teased. I continued to wear my disappointed loser's
look as I put the big feather down on the bed next to the firm flesh of
his tanned right side and moved down to his right ankle and began to undo
the slipknot, while I continued to mutter mock-angrily about the money
I was supposedly going to lose.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Yeah, those guys tickled us fucking half to death to get us to spit
up the secret info, just to see if we were the kinda guys who'd crack.
And, as I said, most of us were!" While I continued to slowly undo the
knot holding his left leg firm, I paused. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"But you never know. " I brightened up a bit, dropping his ankle.
"Y'know, Tim, you just might be more sensitive than you think." I stopped
for a second, looking off into near space dramatically, like a dummy thinking
hard; I then refastened his ankle. "Before I untie you, I might as well
test your reactions, just to see if you're at all ticklish. . .like maybe
with this feather here?" Again I picked up the feather that I'd placed
just inches from his ribcage. I was grinning stupidly.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I climbed up on the bed and straddled his hips snugly. He tensed
immediately, and looked terrified again. "I mean, you never know, man."
His sharply clear blue eyes stared straight into mine. That neatly sculpted,
all-American face, with some of that proud beauty of a German Shepherd.
The youth's breath ragged, expectant. Beautiful. Deer-in-headlights look.
Waiting breathlessly.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Doomed. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The Tickle-Torture Begins
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I think I'll start right about. . .here. . .right over your lower
stomach. Let's just see what happens. Let's just see what happens when
I stroke this feather over your stomach."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I slowly brought the white tip down over Tim's rock-hard belly, turned
the point downwards, and, at long last, began to stroke him. One stroke,
two, three. . . The little feather danced lightly over the fur and down
under, onto the smooth skin around his navel. The kid tensed, and his stomach
trembled; as I continued to stroke, his powerful abs spasmed in little
involuntary jerks.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Ahhh. . .ahhh. . ..uhhh. . .uhhhnnngggghhhh. . ..guh. . .guh-huh.
. .huh-hu-huh. . .ahhhhh. . ..haha. . ..heh. . .heh-heh. . .."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"No! Ahaahahaha. . .stop, I. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I drew the tip slowly across the edge of his boxers. Tim began to
tremble harder as the feather got closer to his soft groin skin.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"No-oo-oo. . .ahhh. . ..no. . .no. . .you don't have t. . .t..taahhh.
. .to do this. . .I'm. . .not. . .ahhh. . .ticklish, c'mon, you. . .ahhhhahah.
. ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, I don't know, buddy. You seem to be having kind of a hard
time here. You sure?" I copped the loser look again. "Or are you just trying
to get my hopes up? C'mon man, that's mean! I really don't have the two
hundred bucks to lose!" I straightened up, adding indignance and outraged
pride to my rising voice. "I've got to get some of that money back! Jesus,
you told me you only needed a hundred and sixty anyway!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I put the feather down. He relaxed slightly, still staring up directly
into my eyes, slightly mesmerized, panting.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I began moving my fingertips, all ten, over his beautiful torso.
Feeling him up lightly. God, it was great. His smooth young skin, his rock-hard
belly, completely mine. Like probing the surface of a trampoline made of
veal. Nothing he could do to stop me from lustfully stroking him. He jumped
at this new stimulation, and yelped a little, squelched it quickly and
twisted involuntarily. I could feel his solid thighs trembling underneath
my butt. I decided immediately not to overload him with sensations. . .clearly
I had at least a reasonably ticklish guy here. . .better to give him the
hope that I'd be a lame or lazy tickler, and he'd be able to keep his cool.
Better to torture him psychologically as well, and give him hope of escape,
if he'd just be able to keep his cool!
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Under the goofy-green plaid boxers, out of the corner of my eye,
I caught a quick glimpse of. . .movement.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, not much reaction there, really," I lied, like I was blind.
I examined his thickly-furred little navel. . .the same belly button he'd
been stroking himself just fifteen minutes before. . .with a single finger
tip I stroked all around it, dipping down into it a couple of times, then
back out, still stroking his taut flesh, loving the smooth feel of his
helpless young male skin, as well as the light tickling of his belly hair
on my fingerpads.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Ahhhh. . .huh. . .huhuhhhh. . ." He gasped and twitched excitedly.
Yep, ticklish navel. Under my hand I could clearly see the boxer fabric
moving. . .forming into. . .a solid, thickening shape.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]For a good ten minutes, I simply stroked him all over real lightly,
all along his thighs, his muscular, thick hairy calves, down to the tops
of his feet, and stopping there, guessing that if I went an inch further.
. .then I started back up. I was having so much horny fun just touching
this muscled punk all over, I didn't want it to end with a sudden hysterical
cave-in on his part, which would undoubtedly happen if I stayed in any
one spot too long. His whole beautiful body was now all goose-bumped, shaking
subtly but electrically; his excited, ragged gasping turning me on like
all get-out; and as I turned round again from his feet to face him, now
it was obvious: he had a full fucking hard-on. His snugly-hidden prick
pressed out arrogantly, sideways, against the fabric of his boxers. Ouch!
It seemed to me like a painful position for a cock to be in, especially
one as healthily-sized as his clearly was, pointed off to the side like
that, raising its head hard and wet against the fabric like the nose of
a puppy under a blanket. I had a hard time taking my eyes off it, and he
saw my constant, practically lip-licking glances down at it, but I said
nothing, nor of course did he.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I had a new idea. He still hadn't laughed really hard out loud, and
could still make the case that he wasn't really ticklish. Could I make
his body arch up off the bed without making him giggle or cave in?
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"All right, my tough-ass little pledge. Let's try some new spots."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"OKAY! No PROBlem," he gasped faux-confidently, still staring, but
now smiling widely, idiotically, his eyes big as hubcaps. "This is still.
. .haha. . .kinda. . .huh. . .dumb. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I'll test you here, along the very bottom of your ribs, towards
your back." Tim licked his lips quickly and squirmed. I straddled him again
(Jesus, man, drop the hard-on, or I'M gonna lose it!) and reached my fingertips
down to where his moist sides met the skewed, sweat-dampened fabric of
the bedsheets.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]With a gentle but rapid stroking of just my fingernails, I moved
along his sides, from his lower abdomen all the way up to just under his
hairy armpits. It took only a few rapid, efficient trial runs before Tim
was gasping again as before, his blue eyes steeled hard, but my premonition
had been right: he began to arch his back to pull his body away from my
dancing fingertips. As he gradually arched up, holding himself off the
bed slightly, I moved my fingers just so under his back and kept up the
stroking, and sure enough his trembling increased. Now he began to emit
little groans as he desperately raised his back up even farther.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]After a minute of this, I had his back completely bowed. His upper
body rested on his rear shoulder muscles, and his butt was held to the
bed by my straddling weight. I now used my fingertips to continue tickling
his back, and used each thumb pad to reach up and brush his ribs. Oops.
"GAH. . .gah. . .uhhhhHA. . .huuuh. . .ahha. . .haha. . .gnhhh, hnnh, hnnnhh
hnnnhh." He suddenly started trembling and gasping a whole lot more, and
his face broke out into an even wider, tortured grin. His eyes, which had
been directed towards the ceiling, fixed at some spot like he was trying
to meditate away my caresses, clenched shut. He was just about to lose
it, and as my hands moved back down his torso, my thumbpads gently lapped
at his soft, taut skin as I ran them just under his shorts. "GAH! HA! HA!"
he blurted suddenly. Writhing strongly, he started to giggle steadily,
and out of the bursting plaid bag of his boxers suddenly jutted the fat
tip of his thick prick. I pulled my hands away and he fell, tired with
effort, back down hard on the bed. Oh my god.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Over six inches, velvet plum head all slick with his juices, which
the elastic had just tautly drawn in a wet film over his sensitive, swelling
cockhead. He trembled, growling like a tomcat. His shorts had just missed
jacking him off! (Oh God, I must be tripping, this is so good!, I thought.)
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, I haven't been very successful. But you're obviously sensitive
to some extent." I grinned fake mutual buddy-embarrassment as I glanced
at the several wet inches of him that were exposed, then back into his
eyes. He was breathlessly turned on, blushing furiously, choking in and
out short, hard breaths, embarrassed by getting a hard-on in front of another
guy; he stared at me wide-eyed again, and oddly, it seemed with some sort
of. . .boyish awe..
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Until your woody popped out just now, I was gonna let you go. But
now I think. . .I deserve another chance to get you to laugh and break
down. Though you're obviously a real tough guy, maybe I can tickle the
location of at least a ten-spot out of you."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I glanced at the clock-radio. Already fifteen minutes had passed.
Damn! Time was going too quickly! There was no way I would relent on my
promise to untie him precisely at four. I'm used to guys taking me at my
word, and I wasn't gonna break it now for anything. . .not even for the
prolonged enjoyment of Mr. Tim, nor certainly just to get my bucks back.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I'll make you a deal. I think you're right. I think you're tougher
than I was, too tough to get you to submit. How 'bout this for a deal.
I'll continue to probe you. The minute you lose the hard-on, I'll consider
myself to have lost, and I'll untie you. That seems fair to me."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The air was faintly sharp with the salty Clorox odor of his precum.
I started to feel kinda faint. It's really hard for me in a situation like
this not to immediate slurp that clean, young, boyish juice, to feel the
sturdy buck moan and writhe helplessly as his velvety cock is stroked and
licked by my supereager tongue. Always wondered why I've been so weak for
the taste of man-juice. . .eventually attributed it to growing up in a
small, southern Cal beach town, spending every possible hour swimming or
body-surfing as far out as possible, beyond the reach of help. . .occasionally,
caught helplessly in a wave, gulping down warm salty water. . .But Tim's
climax would come later. . .right now, we had a lot more ticklish investigations
for him, a lot of robust masculine laughter to coax out of his tautly-muscled
ribs and armpits. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Think you can do it?" He said nothing, but kinda shrugged as best
he could within his strong, soft bonds, still staring stupidly.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I was now impatient for him to break down and admit his ticklishness.
I got two Q-Tips and decided to try a technique I'd long wanted to. I began
to stroke them over his stomach again, but this time I was not going to
go lightly. When he tensed and gasped again, I kept up at his navel, drawing
slow circles with one,. while stroking with the other in random, difficult-to-predict
patterns. With one Q-tip, I decided to explore the inside of his rather
large, deep navel, just to see. As I wriggled it around there, Tim suddenly
began to gasp and giggle desperately. I stopped immediately; obviously
I could break him there in his navel. Gradually I moved up his ribs a few
inches, then down one. As he watched me, squirming slightly and grinning
again, I wanted him to see where I was aiming. Where the Q-Tips were going.
So he'd freak. 'Cause that's where I would take him down. I somehow knew
it. And it's my favorite spot to torture these super-masculine guys in.
No man can resist this spot. I think Nature bred it into men as a place
for maintaining male hierarchical structure, a place where guys could discipline
each other with erotic overtones while causing no pain. A male-bonding
spot.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The deep, muscled, moist, darkly-hairy crevices of the armpits.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As he stared intently at me, nervous, squirming, alert as a guard
dog, I'd glance at his pits. Then I'd move the Q-tips up his ribs again.
Then down one inch. . .then another grinning, evil glance at his pits,
then. . .another evil glance at his pits, then slowly back up. . . About
three or four glances back and forth at his armpits, and he got the picture.
Tim knew exactly where the little Q-Tips were heading. And now, finally.
. .he really started to squirm, and started, finally, to REALLY giggle.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Hahaha. . .heheehh. . .ahhhh. . .gah. . .hahaahh..hehhee. . .nawhhhahahaha.
. .nawwwhhhh. . .c'mon. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whatsa matter, man?" I asked, smiling. I paused for a couple seconds,
just to tease him. He calmed slightly. I then continued, grinning wildly.
Tim continued to gradually break down, picking up again with the shuddering
and steady giggling. Finally, I knew that he knew that I knew, and that
it was all over with the pretend-teasing. His deep-voiced, thoroughly masculine
giggling was now continuing unabated, and the giggles now openly began
to turn to outright laughter; for the first time, his arms began jerking
really hard against his bonds. "Ha haha haha hahahahaaha. . ..hahahaha.
. .ohhhaaa. . ..no, I. . .hahahahaahaaa HAhahahaha. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Now or never. Very lightly, VERY fucking lightly, while I stared
at his handsome face to catch every sensation therein registered, I slowly
moved the one Q-Tip right up to the tautly-tendoned threshold, the dark
entrance to his right 'pit, and let it hesitantly sniff at its sensitive
quarry, the deep, dark Realm of the Hairy 'Pit. Tim tensed and gulped,
and closed his eyes again. Then I let the other Q-tip trace a light, dancing
line to the edge of Tim's other 'pit. He continued to giggle and writhe
mindlessly. And I began the decisive, stud-breaking strokes.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Ever so slowly, I directed the cotton tips, in a back-and-forth little
dance, over the Maginot Line of his tendons, then suddenly and swiftly
down, directly down the ticklish slopes into the deep secret wells of his
'pits.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"AAAHH! AAAAGH!! AHAHAHAHA, AHAHA, HAHAHAAAAHHH!!!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]And in two seconds Tim lost it entirely. Bucking wildly, he began
screaming and laughing uncontrollably. Licking my lips, unbelieving my
luck, I stroked and stroked the Q-tips throught the helpless, doomed pits,
the hairy pits which were betraying him, revealing his decisive, boyish
weakness. "AHAHAHAHAHA, ahh, f-f-u-hahaHaHaHAHAHAAA, oh, sh-shi-shi-hahahHAHAHAHa,
uhhhahHAH..AHAHAHAHAHA!!!" He was laughing so hard, going so crazy, so
wildly ticklish in his armpits he was, and so giddy was I, that I started
laughing too. I continued for about one minute. Then I dropped the Q-Tips,
and the pretense that I might not break him, and, still laughing excitedly
myself, plunged my fingertips into his sopping, deep hollows. He continued
to scream and laugh, but even harder, louder now, thrashing his head up
and down against the pillow, trying hard to say something that was getting
choked off in his now-hysterical laughter. "What's this, buddy?" I taunted
him. "What's this?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]After a couple of no-holds-barred tickling minutes, I chilled a bit,
though still lightly tickling him there in his 'pits, and he cooled down
enough to begin breathlessly pleading.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"PLEA-EA-EA AHAHAHAHA -EA-EA-SE ST-ST- AHAhahahahah. . ..stop! It.
. .hahahaha, c'c'c'mon, it. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"It what?" I laughed.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"AAHHAHAHAHA, OHHH. . .AAHAHAHAHAH, AAAUUUGGH! GOD, STOP ahahahahHAHAHA!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"FINISH THE SENTENCE, Tim. It 'what'?" I stepped up the light scraping
of my fingernails in his armpits. "Say it, Tim."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"OKA..HAHAHAHA, Ohhhh, OKAY hahahahaHAAHAAAAAAHHH, it TICKLES!",
he bawled out.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"And I thought you said you weren't ticklish." I drew my wet fingers
from his 'pits, and stroked him lazily all over his ribs and hard stomach.
He continued to giggle and buck as his voice returned.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"AAAAUGH hahahaha-a-a-a-hhhhh, ahhh, I, (*nngghh*) haha, heh, adMIT
it, okAY? Hahaha, oh, ohhh, uhhhh, sh-shit, don't, don't. . .don't TICKle,
dude, haha, please. . . I'm totally ticklish there, man! Don't! D-d-haha-DON'T,
man, oh please, haha, it TICKLES, dude, haha, STOP!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Where? Your 'pits? You mean. . .up here?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim jerked and began laughing nervously, his eyes wide. "Oh! Ohhh-ha,
haha, hahaHAhahahhh, I. . .ah-hah, d-don't HAHAhaha tickle me, haha there,
ummmmnnnnggggghahahahHAHAHAAAAgh, oh, no, ahhh, AHHHHhhh, pt-hee-hee, ahhh,
no! Please, man! Oh, oh fuck, haha, god, just. . .mmmnnnggggghahHAHAHA
not, NO, c'mon, fuck-HAHA-fucker, NO, not, HAHAH in my, not, NO,
NO, NO, dude, hahahahhhhh, NOT IN MY PITS! Please, God! Ahahahaha,
oh, not, ahahahah, oohhhohoha, please, not THAT!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]All that pleading, as I swept my tickling fingers up and around his
writhing upper bod, closer and closer to his sensitive hollows, and quickly
back in, back into his dripping pits, driving him crazy wild again.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]And now, to get my money back. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The REAL Struggle Begins. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim gulped for breath as I let his pits alone to move down to his
feet.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Where. . .where're ya. . .hey, no, hahaha, no, NO, NO-O!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"OKAY!! I already admitted it!! I lied, haha, I'm a fuckin' dick,
haha, heh heh, ohhhh. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"NAWWWW, AHahahaHAAAH!!! AAAAGH! AUUUGH! PLEAse man, I. . .HAAAAHAHAHA!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Yes, you fucking lied to me!" I grinned punishingly down at him.
"You lied!!! You unnnncoooolll little bastard!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]His thick white athletic socks were now giving off clouds of that
familiar, acrid, but totally erotic locker-room odor.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"So let's test your feet, buddy. You ticklish here, too, like in
your 'pits?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]His feet were leaping half-assed, like chained trout, the assumedly-sensitive
soles hidden by his socks. Only temporary protectors, my friend, I guarantee
you.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I pulled off his right sock, and he continued to giggle and squeal,
knowing full well what was coming.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You about ready to tell me where you hid any of the money?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"NO! Ha ha, uh, hhhaaa, haa, I mean, I don't remember, no, hahahaha,
PLEease!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You can't remember? That's hardly plausible." I wiggled my fingers
and brought them closer to pink, moist sole. He instantly jerked his tanned,
hairy calves against his ankle bonds.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I mean, ha ha, you've got me, ha ha ha, man, kinda freaked out!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh, you don't remember? Maybe this'll remind you!" While pulling
off his left sock with one hand, Tim still giggling and begging, I raked
his right sole with my fingernails.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH HAHAHA, HAHAHAHA, OH GOD, AHAHAHAHA!!!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He starting bucking high off the bed, without my weight to pin him,
and he was shaking his handsome head back and forth hard while I tickled
on, scraping both his soles with my fingernails. Drops of juice flew off
his manic prick as it slapped hard, repeatedly, against his lean belly.
With time passing quickly, I was determined to tickle some of this teenaged
punk's money ( I mean, MY money!) back from him. So I just kept it up.
. .just kept tickling his beautiful, soft, sensitive feet while gales of
deep, masculine laughter erupted from his deepest guts. He started having
a little trouble breathing, so I immediately slowed down and let him catch
his breath substantially, hoping he'd give in. . ..when he didn't, and
was OK again, I started up again with the tickling, and he naturally started
up again with the hysterical bucking and howling. He looked like a sleek
dolphin trying to leap over a barrier.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Just when I suspected that he secretly LIKED being tickle-tortured,
and I thought, "Jeez, what if I CAN'T get him to succumb. . .Christ, I
can't be out two hundred bucks!", he yelled between wild yelps, "OKAY!!
I'll HA HA SHIT TALK!! HA ha ha SHIT MOTHER hahaha FUCK I'll TALK!!! HAHAHAHAH!!!"
I immediately stopped stroking his warm, still-twitching feet, and held
them in each hand, massaging them firmly, to take away the ticklish sensations.
He moaned in relief, and fell back on the bed. I was overcome with affection
for him. He grinned nervously at me, out of breath, and said, really quickly,
breathlessly, "Okay, man, there's one in that book over there, on the end
of the shelf. . .the black one, with the swastika on it!" I glanced over
where he was looking. It was my copy of Rise and Fall of the Third Reich.
I grinned back at him, half-surprised that he wasn't pissed or terrified.
. .he sure was playing along with this game. . .almost suspiciously well.
. ..I grabbed the book and opened it, and sure enough, a ten-dollar bill
fell out. A hundred and ninety bucks to go. . .but only 35 minutes. . ..
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim Is Rendered Naked
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I let my boy calm down again.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You're still rock-hard, man. So you lose. And that means you're
gonna lose your shorts. And that means more places for me to explore. Like.
. .with THIS feather!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim clenched his eyes shut again and laughed uproariously, shaking
his head back and forth vigorously, even though I wasn't tickling him.
Although I was holding up for his contemplation a doozy of
a tickler: a four-inch, narrow, sharply-pointed little feather, bright
green, that I'd gotten off the tail of my dead parrot a couple years before.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"NO-O-O-A-HAHA HA heh heh. . .Oh God, please don't. . .please don't.
. .FUCK, ahahaha, take off my. . .Oh my god, ohmigod, omiGOD please, man,
no. . .I. . .I. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whatsa matter, Tim? You afraid of being naked?" As soon as the word
"naked" escaped my lips, Tim's agonized giggling suddenly increased in
volume and tempo. Cool. Do it again, Tim.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You afraid, dude? What d'ya think will happen, Tim, if you were
totally NUDE," (more sudden jerking and hysterical laughter), "right
now, completely naked and HELPLESS?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As I cruelly drew out the hiss in 'helpless', my skatepunk plaything
heaved his heavy bones hard against the taut sock bonds, making the steel
frame creak under his robust musculature. He was laughing and pleading
almost as much as if he were being tickled. I was tickling him just with
my words, with just my tongue.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I took from the box a small pair of scissors and began to very slowly,
very carefully, cut the fabric from his hips. Again his struggling increased,
and he began cursing furiously. Slowly, slowly I lifted the fabric from
over his incredibly erect penis, slowly, uncovering each inch of the nearly-seven
which composed his thick shaft, down to, finally, as I gasped internally,
a very fat scrote, heavy with unusually large, juicy balls. Yep: a breeder!
Better get this buck to the fuck-pen! Right away the air was choked with
the strong scent of his ballsweat. Tim was giggling forlornly, his eyes
shut now, and he was just blushing like a motherfucker. A very nervous,
devilishly handsome young skatepunk, ticklish and helpless, now finally
and completely nude.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I had to touch it. I grinned, shot him a mischievous glance he couldn't
see, and slowly and gently seized his meat. With the soft pad of my right
thumb, I rubbed the wet front of his cockhead. Tim jerked and shuddered,
pulling at his bonds, his torso bucking violently upwards, his eyes springing
open. He moaned long and extravagantly. "NNNNGGGGHHHHHHGH! OH! ohhh, man,
. . .I. . .ohhh. . .I'll. . .n-no don't, don't. . .I'll. . .ohhh, oh christ
I'll fucking, nnngh! come. . .ahahaha. . ..I'll fucking co-o-me, man, if
you don't stop. . ..st-hey HEY, no, NO, NO, man, what're, hey, NO, c'MON,
man, not that, DON'T, hahahh, you CAN'T, hee hee, ha, oh HAHA haha HA.
. ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He'd just caught sight of my hand as I moved the sleek parrot feather
slowly towards his heavy, odiferous scrotum. The heavy, hearty odor of
fresh teenboy musk continued to waft up, thoroughly rank; a serious turn-on.
I noticed that his ballsac was looser than most guys'. An excellent thing:
his balls were so big and ripe that there was no way his body could pull
them inside his groin to hide them from the approaching torture. I reeled
with lust, and suddenly, inexplicably, kinda felt weirdly violent, and
started fucking barking at him.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I'm gonna tickle your balls, man! I'm gonna fucking tickle your
BALLS, Tim! And you can't stop me! Unless. . ..unless you tell me where
you've hidden the rest of the money!" I was going nuts, feeling increasingly
giddy and out of control, as if I were 16 again, playing these games, though
at that time less-sophisticated versions, with my buddies out in the fields
and treehouses of my youth. My own turgidity was quite painful, trapped
inside my shorts.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"NO, NO, please, ah ha, NO, not my balls, man!" Tim was laughing
agonizingly, laughing and laughing endlessly, repeating, "No, no, please!"
like a mantra, bucking and arching his back, squirming like a madman, thrashing
his handsome face back and forth on the pillows. "You can't, dude! Ha ha,
you WOULDN'T!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Oh, yes, I WOULD.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]When I finally grazed the feather against his balls, the result was
electrifying. Tim in an instant torsioned his whole body into a twisted
spiral, a good foot off the bedsheets, and he was so ticklish there that
he couldn't even laugh! He was completely desperate to avoid my tickling
him THERE, desperate to prevent my tickling him in the very origins of
his youthful and exposed masculinity; I had to climb back on top of him,
onto his legs, to pin him enough to keep contact between the feather and
his heaving scrotum. Again I eagerly stroked his spread balls, and this
time he heaved his thighs wildly, bucking my surprised ass clean off the
bed. Amazing, amazingly stronger than I'd imagined. Nothing like a husky
teenage male for wild strength.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As I picked myself up off the hardwood (unfortunately) floor, he
giggled and gasped hysterically, his dark blue eyes open and wide, the
size of blimps, a freakish, acid-trip grin contorting his breathless face.
"Not my balls, man, please, I can't take it! Please, man, I'm begging you,
ha ha, anywhere but my balls! That's uncool! That's, hahahaha, uncool,
man! It. . .it. . .aha. . .it tickles so much, man, please, I'm fucking
BEGGING you, ahahahAHAHAHA! Please! Please, heh heh ha, not there, DON'T!!!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Uncool? Calling me uncool? Fuck you, you little bastard! You're in
no position! Embarrassed a little at having been thrown to the floor, and
determined to break him completely, I strode into my walk-in closet and
got out two sturdy belts. . ..quickly (time still running out fast!) fastening
them around his upper thighs and then the ends to the steel bedframe, Tim
swearing now, half pissed-off and really nervous, cursing profusely, for
the first time REALLY seeming vulnerable, realizing my own anger and my
crazed dedication to intricately torturing his ball-sac. . .I climbed back
aboard quickly, and returned the tip of the feather to the most vulnerable
square inches on his body. . .I musta been sucking in air more raggedly
than even he. . .I didn't know I could get quite this turned on. . .he
began shaking fearfully, losing control again, and laughing desperately
amidst fearful pleadings in a high-pitched, boyish voice while he clenched
his eyes shut again, trying to shut away the inevitable. His strong fingers
jittered helplessly in the air behind his tightly-bound wrists. I danced
the fiendish feather's tip lightly against a tiny patch of skin on his
right testicle, and then I let it go completely apeshit, attacking his
whole scrotum.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Then the screaming began.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim's body tried again to buck me off him, but the taut leather belts
around his thighs held him impossibly, and I was able to ride his wild
writhings. Now I was nervous because he was merely screaming. . ..lots
of high pitched laughter, surely, but mostly just full-on fucking SCREAMING.
. .swift waves of shudders rippled through his muscled, bucking frame,
and he clenched his eyes shut and threw back his head on the pillow, his
yelling, laughing mouth so far open that I could see the dark glint of
the slanting late-afternoon sun off the fillings in his molars. Tim was
lost in ticklish agony now, slamming his head hard repeatedly against the
soft pillow, his decisive vulnerability exposed, the most sensitive spot
revealed. . .and I continued to tickle him there, on his helpless balls,
continuing nonstop, making him mine, stroking the feather now lightly,
now firmly against his helpless gonads. "Can't stop me, can't fucking stop
me, can't, you ticklish bastard, I'm gonna tickle you to DEATH, you handsome.
. ." I leaned down, my face just inches from his balls, inhaling the wild-animal
odor, watching his ball-hairs part at the touch of the feather, everything
in slo-mo visual and out-of-control laughter soundtrack. . .a little voice
inside me said, "go for it, it'll never get this good again. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I was out of it, I might as well have eaten a fistfull of 'shrooms.
I was also getting some serious nausea from the pure rushes of lust. .
.I felt pretty sick to my stomach. . .so much so that I actually lost my
hardon. There was no way he could move far enough to prevent the feather's
contact. . ..I then moved the feather on a little track from his balls
up the length of his prick, then along the grooves where his thighs gave
way to powerful tendons on either side of his robustly-thick dark pubescape.
The skatepunk's laughter and hysteria continued unabated.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I tickled the underside of his balls, too, thrusting the feather
repeatedly through to his asshole, and he continued to go wild, new bursts
of apeshit sweat breaking off his shining body as he industrially thrust,
within the limits of the leather bonds, his impressive erection towards
the distant ceiling.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I only stopped, just for a brief minute, when I noticed that the
shark's tooth thing had flipped up in his writhing and gotten caught in
his mouth. He was too out of it to spit it out, so I took care of it.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]At times I reached down and gripped his cock in my other hand, pumping
him slowly and firmly while still relentlessly stroking his balls with
the feather. Every time I'd grasp his plump, hard rod, it would swell achingly,
unreal groans of animal pleasure erupting loudly amidst his wildly sexy
laughter. Yet more prespunk oozed out, and I'd again and again lick that
delicious juice off my fingers, reeling.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I got another sixty bucks off him (two twenties and two tens) via
the testicle-tickling, which was by far the most effective interrogation
technique even when I used my fingertips and then my tongue to stroke and
tickle them, techniques I didn't think would tickle as much as just more
thoroughly hornitize the dawg. . .but it worked. I got another ten when
I returned to his extremely ticklish armpits. . .but having to get each
bill separately was taking up too much time, even though he'd given up
seventy bucks in twenty minutes. I suddenly wondered if he was milking
this (so to speak) for all it was worth. . .he was skillfully manipulating
the situation to his benefit. I felt a surge of affectionate (though rueful)
respect for his cunning, and realized with a start as I looked at the clock.
. ..3:45. . .I had only fifteen minutes with his beautiful body before
he was free! I also realized that he instinctively believed me, that he
really believed I would release him exactly when I said I would. Another
surge of respect welled in me, and I realized there was no way I could
disappoint him, betray his trust; the remaining ten minutes would be more
enjoyably spent simply playing with him and getting him off. . .time to
suck that thick young prick spiring up from its root in the fat cum-filled
balls. That'd be worth. . .what. . .at least a hundred bucks. . .besides,
he'd amply earned it.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I stripped off the rest of my clothes and practically leapt onto
the bed beside him. I kissed and licked his sensitive nipples while he
cursed and shuddered, moaning loudly, turned on massively, at least several
loads of come backed up in [/FONT][/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]him, overdue for release. I buried my tongue
in his left pit, and he went ballistic, squealing with high-pitched, boyish
laughter, the sweat still pouring off his body. I gave in now to my strongly
affectionate feelings towards him, holding his trembling body tightly against
me while I continued licking his roasting, sweating flesh with my tongue.
My eyes closed, lost in lust, I reached for his prick, clumsily jabbing
the head with my thumbnail. Tim jerked harshly and yelped in mild pain.
Ouch! (Jesus! Sorry, man. . .fuckin' clumsy. . .goddamn!) But half a second
later, no damage. . .I was gripping his thick shaft, slowly pumping it,
while Tim moaned and repeated, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I. . .ohhhhhh",
thrusting his sweat-slick, muscular thighs up to push his meat repeatedly
through the lusciously slick circle of my fist. I was dumbfounded at the
flow of juice he was producing. . .it rolled in an endless slick stream
from his cockhead, coating my hand. My own five-incher lay, near bursting,
along his right thigh, my balls resting on his knee.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Now it was just 3:55. . .five precious minutes with my horny captive.
Five minutes to spend savoring my victim's blue-balled boner.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I laid down on my stomach, my head between the far-spread, marble-hard
thighs of my beautiful young athlete. I began licking and sucking his balls,
not to tickle them, but to drive him fuck-wild, while Tim groaned, whined,
and cursed contently, completely lost, as I was, in pure enjoyment. I took
each huge plum in my mouth, hungrily licking off as much of his musky scrote-sweat.
I licked up and down his shaft. . ..and finally, after teasing him by sucking
him hard, my tongue pressing really firmly against the near-bursting purple
head and pink shaft, then, when he was about to spurt, pulling off and
squeezing the head firmly to kill his rising orgasm, causing him to curse
and buck angrily, vigorously again. . .after four or five times doing that,
torturing him with frustration, I finally began taking him repeatedly to
the root, while he screamed and bucked . . .no teasing now, pal, just hard-core,
serious cock-sucking. . ..then. . .inevitably. . .the ordeal was over as
Tim began that low-throttle, guttural male groaning signifying pure lost
ecstasy, then the hot rushes, delicious, hot, clean, pure male juices pouring
over my tongue, deliciously salty, like hot sea-water. Tim bucked up and
down off the futon powerfully, the orgasm charging through him like meat
lightning, his roaring and swearing growing and turning suddenly to those
freakish monkey-like screams that guys emit when they're having a TRULY
overwhelming orgasm, his prick pulsing and swelling rhythmically against
my tightly pressing tonguemeat. I let not one drop of Tim drip free.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I untied him, at 4:03. . .well, nobody's perfect. He twisted into
a fetal position, and actually began to drool a little, so out of it he
was. I maneuvered him onto his stomach, and began affectionately kneading
his taut shoulder muscles.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]So I got back about a third of my bucks. . .and Tim was left with
enough money, added to what he'd saved, to get his foxy new board. I was
proud to see him working his elegant moves with it during the following
waning weeks of spring and on into summer. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]And that wasn't the last of my experiences with Tim. . ..because
we became fairly close friends, despite the rather significant age difference.
I think I played an extra big-brother role in his life. And speaking of
big-brother roles, I ended up tickle-torturing him twice more, both times
after he was old enough to go drinking, when I taught him how to play pool,
and he ended up making stupid drunken bets on the games, which he'd lost.
Tim also became rather aggressive about getting those expert blowjobs when
he was between girlfriends, which also made me quite happy.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Interestingly, he also introduced me, at a coffeehouse, to some other
guys, some of his skateboarding (and other) friends, with a couple of whom,
like his beautiful blond buddy Dirk, I had some very interesting bondage
experiences.[/FONT][/FONT]
_______________________________________________________________
[/FONT]
Tim, the Ticklish Skatepunk
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New]
[/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I'd been watching him for for several weeks now. Gliding by with
his buddies he'd be, in a white T-shirt and khaki shorts, baggy, coursing
elegantly over the corporate cement. I'd be hangin' out on Saturdays, reading
a novel, smoking cigarettes in the late spring warmth, thoroughly enjoying
these young studs' skate stunts (until the goddamn corporation cracked
down later that year and put up signs and more security to drive them off).
Several were quite nice-looking, but one stood out. About five-nine, jet-black
hair of average length, heavy-boned frame, and, around his neck, oddly,
a very-seventies shark tooth on a black leather cord. The young hunk was
broad-shouldered and clearly well-built; he distracted me often from my
book (I think I was reading Nabokov's Lolita.)
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As I had decided to be more bold with my interest in good-looking,
athletic, cocky young men, specifically desiring to explore my paternal
disciplinary instincts, and the possibility of persuading one of these
smirky, arrogant skatepunks into bondage and boyish tortures, I determined
to strike up a conversation with this guy. . .eventually.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Weekend after weekend, the skatepunks did their moves. I did nothing.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]But today, I'd noticed him looking over at me a few times, with what
appeared to be. . .interest. (Naw, impossible. . .)
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Then. . .suddenly, there he was, rocketing his board my way. My favorite
skatepunk. When he got within twenty feet, I saw his eyes were locked on
mine. . .he glided up, snapped the board's end down suddenly, snagged his
chariot up and padded over the grass to me.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The Skatepunk Asks For A Cigarette
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Ahhh. The interest was in. . .my cigarette pack. Figures. I smiled
anyway. I held up the pack of American Spirits. "Hey, you shouldn't be
smoking, pal," I said. "You're an athlete!" I smiled crookedly up at his
face, silhouetted against the sun. He chuckled lazily. "Yeah, I know. I
only smoke sometimes. Never buy 'em. Only bum 'em." He took a cig. Smiling
bad-boyishly at me, he sat down on the hot cement wall a couple feet to
my left.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]We shot the shit for a few minutes. Turned out his name was Tim.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Yeah, I've got a couple of part-timer jobs. I don't like to work
much. Not with school on."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, you're not in school now, are you? It's summer."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Yeah, but. . ." He laughed and turned to me, grinning, a beautiful,
devilishly boyish grin, his bright white teeth glinting sharply in the
full sun as he threw his cocky head back. "Sometimes it seems I'm always
in school. Fuckin' shit."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I gotta fuck around, skate, scoot, party. . .you know." He took
a long drag from the cig and leaned back carefully on the wall. Then he
bolted up and peeled off his t-shirt.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I jumped involuntarily at the sight of his chest. Very lean, a little
more tanned than his face had given away, with a hard, gently muscled belly.
His upper body was a lot more muscular than I'd guessed; Tim had a great
set of small, hard, square pecs and heavy, well-beefed shoulders and upper
arms. He'd be great in a fight, I thought. Jesus, I tried hard not to stare!
He turned and lay back along the wall and groaned contently, stretching
his blue-veined forearms behind his head, exposing a lusciously moist pair
of deep armpits, lined with strong young-male tendons, bursting with exuberant,
dark pit hair. I could have jumped him and poked him right there. I had
to have him somehow. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"So you don't have a job? What a fucking slacker."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He looked insulted. "No way, man, I work. At the Seven Sisters. Pull
espresso." He looked serious for a moment. "Gotta save up money for my
new board. Gonna cost me fucking almost two hundred bucks."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I was kinda stunned. Not by his looks, suddenly, but by the price.
"You gotta be kidding me. How can a fucking skateboard cost two bills?
That's insane."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Time shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever. It's a custom board." He
was looking off toward his buddies. He stood very suddenly and yelled something
unintelligible at one of them.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Hooking the Trout[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim laid back down on the wall, lifted his head, and glanced at me.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You look like one of those frat boys." He grinned wickedly. "Only
older."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I preferred to think of this remark as a male compliment on my clean-cut
good looks.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Cocky little bastard. "Shouldn't knock fraternities, smartass. You
don't have what it takes to be in a frat." I pulled out a cig.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh yeah? Like what am I missing? C'mon. Frat guys are a bunch of
pussies. I should know. My sister's dated enough."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I lit my cig. "Yeah, maybe you think so, fucker, but the hazing's
tough!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He took a drag and spewed it out extravagantly. "Oh, okay, hazing.
Yeah. Gimme a break. I could handle that shit." He glanced at me with cocky
contempt, then looked away towards his buds.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I pulled myself up against the wall, stretching out my legs. "Oh,
yeah, you think so, huh? You're a little smartass, pal. Though you're an
awesome skateboarder."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Awesome? But you're an old guy, so. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Old? I'm fucking twenty-nine. Old is like, seventy."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Nobody says 'awesome' anymore." He grinned nonetheless.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Not true, idjit."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whatever. . .you're old enough."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh yeah? Old enough for what? And how old are you?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He leaning up again, eyeing me quickly, then grinned down at the
pavement, taking a long drag off the cig.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Nineteen." He chuckled insultingly. "Check it out, you sit here
and watch us skatin'. I've seen you before here. I've seen you here." He
met my eyes directly again, grinned again, then looked off at his buddies.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]His gaze was so honest, intent, just for those few seconds. . .it
threw me a little. Was he. . .getting at something? Naw, just young male
bullshit, I thought to myself. Something in me suddenly decided to go for
it, though, and that something started to speak.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Hey, I've got an idea. You think you're so tough? Listen. How 'bout
this." I threw the cig down and stood, crushing it under my Timberland.
I turned to face him with a wicked grin.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You're too lazy to work for your new board? Fine. I've got bucks.
I'll offer to buy it for you."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He cocked his head, still lying on the cement and straining his neck
to look up at me. He grinned incredulously, then sat up swiftly. "No way.
Why?"
[/FONT][/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]
[/FONT][/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"If you can pass a simple test. Say, an hour-long test." I was having
a hard time not staring at the luxurious thatch surrounding his navel,
black as the fur in his armpits, and about as dense.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I get enough tests at the 'dub, man. Hey!" Tim turned away suddenly,
yelling again at one of his friends. They exchanged looks, and some sort
of quick, unintelligible hand signs; he then turned back to me. "Anyway.
Yeah. So."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Not an academic test, dummy," I continued. "But it is. . .
a. . . collegiate one." I licked my lips quickly, despite myself, my heart
beating harder. I turned away from his painfully handsome face, glancing
off towards the guy he'd just yelled at, hoping he'd not seen my intensity.
"You think my frat hazing was so easy? I'll put you through the same one
I got. For one hour. If you can pass without giving up, the skateboard's
yours." I grinned.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He cocked his head again. He actually looked kind of interested for
a moment. Then, just as quickly, his eyes turned again to his buds, the
thick neck tendons swerving his skull. One of them was yelling something
at us. "Cool! Hey, listen, man, gotta go." He jumped off the wall, stuffing
his t-shirt into the back pocket of his shorts. He took a few quick, lithe
strides across the grass to the edge of the cement, tossed the board back
down, and scooted away. But not before turning back, shooting me again
that killer grin. "Hey, see ya again, dude."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I was crushed. I went home immediately and. . .well, you can guess
what.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The Next Saturday
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Hey."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Hey."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]We started talking about a mini-riot at one of the downtown clubs
the night before. Tim still had six months to go before he could drink
legally.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He brought up the subject of our previous little chat.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whoa. A new board? That'd be cool. Fuck. . .I need a new deck. Well,
what's it like? What kinda stupid shit they do to you?" He was curious,
but also clearly a little suspicious now. He jumped off the wall quickly,
picked up his board, and started screwing around with it, jumping on it,
twisting, staring down at it intently, looking up at me lazily, then returning
to total board absorption. Half a boy and half a man. Only nineteen.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Jeez, how was I gonna lead him, handle this. . .by instinct? Sometimes
when men are with other men they're trying to swindle, they forget they're
men themselves. . .as if the other guy were a foreign creature. . .like
a female or something. I remembered this syndrome, and chilled, slowly
regaining control.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I cleared my throat. "Well, if I tell you. . .that's kind of dumb."
He glanced at me, put-off.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I continued quickly. "Alright, it's kind of an interrogation thing.
If you can tough it out, you get to join the frat."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, yeah, everybody got in the frat, though, you said." He glanced
at me with that "gee, I hadn't realized you're really not that bright"
look. Suddenly I realized he thought he had me; he was wearing a contemptuous
grin. Quickly I put on a confused look, like I was too mentally slow for
him. I couldn't tell if I were, or I was just a lucky verbal stumbler.
"But it's tough! It really was!" I suddenly copped a pathetic, pleading
tone.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, you went through it, man. And YOU don't look so tough." He
laughed mockingly. "So it can't be that big a deal!" He grinned at me arrogantly,
leapt over to me, reached into my front pocket and took out my pack of
Spirits. "I think I just got myself a new board, dude. Let's go for it."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Sure," I said languidly, my heart suddenly throbbing. "Wh-when?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Right now, dude. You just live up there, right?" he said, pointing
and looking up to the beat-up old brick apartment building on the hill
behind us. "Just an hour, huh?" He smiled, still looking up at the building,
like he was trying to pick out the windows of my apartment. The strong,
well-made fingers of his right hand stroked lazily through the thick fur
of his muscled belly.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Minutes later, he was following me down the long corridor to my apartment.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Across the Threshold
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Okay. I've been thinking. I'm gonna change it a little."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whaddya mean, change it? No way!" He had popped himself a beer and
was walking back from the kitchen into the living room, well, the only
room, of my ratbag studio apartment.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"No, just because. . .it can't be identical. In this case, we'll
make it more of. . .more of a game. Here's the gig. I'm gonna give you.
. .how much do you need?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Like, a hundred [/FONT][/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular] and. . .sixty bucks."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I thought for a moment. "I thought you said almost two bills?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He looked at me like I was a complete moron. "Well, a hundred and
sixty. . .is almost. . .two hundred. . ." He blinked.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Okay." Clearly this guy hasn't been dealing with money very long.
I looked in my wallet. I had a fat bunch of tens and twenties. "I'll give
you that much right now. I'll go out in the hallway. . .no, I'll go get
some more beer at the stop-and-rob. While I'm gone, you hide each of the
bills. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Stop-and-rob." He giggled, and glanced at me, grinning. Then down
at his feet. "Uhh, better make it a hundred and eighty, come to think."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Huh? I thought you saidÉ"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Taxes, man. Fucking sales tax." He jerked his handsome face up.
He was still grinning, and now I could see on his big, perfect front teeth
that slightly marbly look that guys get when they're given certain antibiotics
in childhood. God knows why, but I always found that kinda sexy. Whatever.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I looked at him, running my eyes quickly, carnivorously over his
hot, sweaty bod. Jesus. Then I glanced quickly at and away from his moist,
corrugated stomach. "What-fucking-ever. . .okay. . .here's a hundred and
eighty bucks. . ." I handed him the bills, and at that precise fucking
moment Tim began absent-mindedly stroking his belly again, grazing his
fingers through his thatch and even poking a finger into his navel. I thought
I was gonna have a stroke.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I thought of the really foolishly huge amount of money I'd given
him. "Hmmm.....doesn't matter. . .I'll probably get more of it back than
he thinks. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You hide those in the apartment while I'm gone. When I get back,
I'll have one hour to get you to tell me where they are. Whatever you've
still got hidden at the end of the hour is yours."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Wait a minute! What if you win some back? Then I won't have enough.
I don't know, man." He copped a cynical, bored look. "Maybe. . ." He glanced
out the window, blue eyes narrowing. Far below was the the corporate "skatepark".
His buddies were gliding along, far below, like wheeled ants. The roar
of the freeway drowned out their sounds.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"All right, you bastard. Here. Here's another twenty. That makes
two hundred. And I still think I can get it all back from you during our
game." I was sure I blushed suddenly, confused, thinking I'd fucked up,
that he'd interpret the sudden extra money as desperation to getting him
into some sick situation. But my fear was for nothing. His greed (which
I should have predicted) won him over immediately, and I realized that,
yes, when we're young men, cocky, untested, we think we're immortal, that
we can do anything, undergo anything, and come out on top. Always a key
technique in manipulating young men: appeal to their greed and sense of
omnipotence.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Cool, man. Deal!" Tim grinned widely and chuckled, again lazily
scratching that taut belly, absently playing with his own teenage male
flesh, which I now noticed was streaked lightly with some sort of grime.
His dark blue eyes shot pleasure at me from under the shock of black hair
falling boyishly over his forehead. He raised his hand in goodbye. "See
ya in a few, bro!" he half-sneered. Turning away, he began looking with
interest through my library. "You read books?", I thought insultingly,
as I closed the door behind me.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I Return
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As I walked back to my building with the six-pack, I was suddenly
overwhelmed with a feeling of helpless frustration. You idiot. There's
no fucking reason he's going to be there, man. You just gave a (nearly)
complete stranger two hundred bucks, then left. Like he's gonna be there?
I felt like a complete moron; once again, led into stupid horny fantasies
by the Mr. Happy between my thighs. As the elevator slowly rose, my stomach
sank. And yet. . .as I walked in the door. . .there was Tim, squatting
on the floor by a bookcase, a small pile of tomes dumped randomly on the
floor. He was holding one, examining the spine. He didn't even look up
at me, but said, "Pop me a brew, dude". Arrogant little bastard. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I slipped him a bottle and walked into the kitchen, putting the bag
in the fridge. As I walked back into the main room, Tim was guzzling his
beer thirstily. He turned to me with a new flush of cockiness.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"All done hiding my money. Can't wait to spend it" he said, grinning,
chuckling. "Come down there tomorrow and I'll show you my stuff."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Yeah, you'll show me your stuff, you little bastard. "Good enough.
All right, let's get you set. Lie down on the bed. On your back. I'll get
you tied up."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"HUH?" he drawled. Shit. "Tied the fuck up? Wait a second. You didn't
say anything about. . .why do I have to be tied up?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Because it's an interrogation game, dummy." I sniffed the air mindlessly,
and suddenly caught wind of the tremendous odor this sweaty dude was throwing
off from his pits. Not awful. . .just funky enough. REALLY sexy. Yow.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He cocked his head rebelliously and pursed his lips. "How do I know
you're not gonna hurt me?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh, for Christ's sake, it's just a frat hazing. Don't be such a
fucking pussy. Don't worry, they didn't hurt us. Remember, I got through
it."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well. . .okay." He turned tough and sullen. "You do, man, and I'll.
. ." He glanced menacingly, crookedly at me. "My friends'll fuck you up
real good, man."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you, you fucking pussy."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh, I forgot. You gotta strip down to your shorts too. That's what
we had to do."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]His eyes turned suddenly matter-of-fact; setting his sensuous lips
in a determined pose, he squatted down and lowered his heavy hands to his
Reeboks and began unlacing them. "I should probably just get NAKED, it's
so fucking hot in here," he blurted. I was kinda startled. Don't worry,
pal, I thought, I'll decide when it's hot enough in here to get you naked.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim pulled off his Reeboks and blue Docker shorts, revealing the
rest of the plaid boxers that had been poking above his waistband. As he
stretched back up and breathed heavily, my eyes couldn't help but wander
briefly to his groin, where under the boxers lay an obviously healthy,
heavy basket. . .cool.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He lay down as instructed. I went into my closet, my heart beating
hard again. I didn't want to use my usual bondage stuff. . .prepared restraints,
like my fur-lined cuffs, would really get him wondering, well before he
was helpless. . .that might set him off.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I grabbed two of my rattier ties, one old leather belt, and seeing
I had nothing else, one of my actual quality ties (this better be worth
it, man, this is a GOOD tie, I thought to myself), and some old athletic
socks. I quickly tied the various pieces of fabric into double-ended noose
complexes, such that the ties would attach to the steel Murphy-bed frame,
and the soft but strong socks would encircle the wrists and ankles of his
powerful limbs.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]When I walked back out, I noticed Tim had sat back up and was starting
to pull off his left sock. Whoops! Don't ruin it, man. I thought quickly.
"Hey! Don't take yer fucking socks off, man! They stink enough as it is."
Which wasn't true, actually, but having him keep his socks on would most
definitely be part of the whole game. Nothing like tickling a guy through
his socks first, so that's he's then totally worried about how much more
ticklish his feet'd be if they were completely exposed. He lay back down.
I worked carefully but quickly on his ankles, fastening them tautly to
the Murphy bed, spreading his legs just enough to allow access to the (hopefully)
sensitive inner thighs.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Then I had him hold his arms out in front of him. He looked pretty
calm, almost too calm. . .I was desperately trying to figure out his psychology
on this whole scene (the mind-fuck maybe being more than half the fun right
there, you guys well know). I slipped the athletic-sock nooses over his
wrists together, softly but inescapably firmly, so he'd neither be hurt
nor able to escape if he struggled. . .IF he struggled. . .shit. . .it
better be WHEN he struggled. . .I still didn't know if he were sensitive.
. .not only did I crave a seriously ticklish teenage stud here, but I'd
really feel like an idiot if I went to all this trouble only to lose a
hundred and . . .no, Christ! now it was TWO hundred bucks.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I then pulled his bound wrists behind his head and tied them to the
center bar at the head of the heavy steel bedframe.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Voila. Helpless.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The twin dark, deep curves of his armpits were exposed again, this
time helplessly. "You're gonna touch those teenage pits," I thought, my
cock flexing.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Stretched out as he was, his body was even more beautiful, seeing
as how his ribcage looked twice as hard and muscled stretched out like
that. As I ran my eyes with excited approval over his taut, rugged bod,
I realized I was getting an even more-painful hard-on. I went to the kitchen
and "rearranged" myself, as I began to breath excitedly. I popped another
beer and nervously guzzled half of it. For about half a second I had the
oddest feeling. . .the vaguest flush of boredom, that I should let him
go, that I'd already won. . .what's with that? I thought, as the moment
appropriately passed, and my lust stepped back into the driver's seat.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I then returned to the room where the young skatepunk lay bound and
exposed, nearly naked, having no idea he was about to be lightly stroked,
deeply probed, and generally and expertly teased into hysterical laughter
and submission.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As I approached, Tim pulled languidly at the restraints, testing
them, getting "comfortable". I looked at the clock. Seven to three. The
dull roar of the freeway distant below my high windows drowned out the
sound of his buddies only two blocks away, who had no idea. No idea about
where Tim was, or about what was about to happen to him.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"All right, let's get started. It's almost three. We'll start exactly
at three. You'll get untied at four on the button."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim smiled. "Two hundred bucks an hour is good pay, man. Thanks."
He grinned up at me arrogantly, the same clearly contemptuous sneer playing
over his handsome face. He was really getting annoying with that. "Come
on, big bro', do your best! Let's get this terrible frat boy 'interrogation'
on the road!" He closed his eyes and sniggered contentedly, his belly muscles
flexing.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]
[/FONT][/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I nodded grimly, as if I had a tough job in front of me. I liked
his contempt; it would make torturing him easier. I finished the beer (I
was drinking a little too quickly, I suddenly realized) and went into the
little closet and found my "interrogation" kit.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I brought out the shoebox.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whatcha got in there?" He looked at me calmly, but intrigued, still
smiling confidently, lazily. Four minutes until three.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Just some stuff. Same kinda stuff the guys used on me. . .to get
me to talk."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"But you didn't talk, right? They let you in the frat. . ." He stretched
out against his bonds, flexing his fingers, grinding his heavy limbs and
compact body into the futon, the steel springs straining loudly beneath
his sturdy young bones and muscles.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh, they let us in the frat. All six of us. But four of us talked.
. .a lot. . ..we knuckled under pretty quickly, actually." I grinned down
at the shoebox, indulging in memory of that intense day. The laughter,
the pleading, the smells of five other naked, furiously sweating young
men, laughing and bucking and writhing like baby rabbits under the devilish
fingers and feathers of the pledgemaster and the other upperclassmen.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"They let us all in, even though four of us, including myself, failed
the test. They just wanted to test us, tease the shit out of us. . .see
how tough we were. . .and they DID break us, dude. I was laughing like
a fuckin' crazy MOTHERfucker while they tortured us."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim looked at me and blinked. Ha. What do you make of that, you arrogant
little fucker?
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"So, umm, whaddya mean, 'talked'?", Tim said in an uncharacteristically
low voice. He had leaned his head forward, and was examining his bound
bod.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"What did they interrogate you to get?" Tim was pretty swiftly looking
worried. I walked over to the Murphy bed and sat down at the edge, admiring
the old-fashioned, half-dump-of-a-1930's-apartment frame, the overly-strong
steel more than a match for even the wildest gyrations and thrashings of
a strong, healthy kid like Tim. A wicked, more confident grin widened on
my face. "I guess I've got to admit. . ..I'm a pretty physically sensitive
guy. My older brother saw to that." I laughed evilly.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I looked into Tim's cobalt eyes.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I'm a pretty fucking ticklish guy, pal. Insanely ticklish, Tim.
Jesus! For most young guys, getting tickle-tortured with feathers and stuff
is pretty challenging. Especially when they're tied up and helpless. .
..like you are right now."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim jolted suddenly and pulled anxiously at his bonds. His handsome
blue eyes were fucking BUGGING! A nonchalant reaction from him would've
surely been a disappointing sign, but Tim was suddenly clearly freaked,
and I was well pleased!
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Wha-wha-whaddya mean, um, ti-ti-ticklish?" He licked his lips and
glanced down quickly past his muscular, hairy belly at his sock-clad feet,
then back up at me, uncomprehending-like, but. . .comprehending.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I answered him coolly. "Well, the thing was, they told us all this
secret stuff, secret frat stuff; y'know, dumb stuff like, secret code words
and shit. . ." I grinned at the recollection, looking away from his handsome
face and far into a distance. "Secret stuff we weren't supposedly to reveal
to any other man, no matter how we were tortured. Guess like in the military,
or something."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I looked calmly at him. Indulgently, even. Big brother to little
brother look. Then I looked down into the box and slowly pulled out my
prized tickler: a good-sized seagull feather, in really good shape. Spines
still stiff, tip still soft. Perfect to start freaking out a nineteen-year
old, cocky-ass, near-nude skatepunk.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Thing was, nothing they told us to memorize, but not to tell, was
real." I straightened up my posture. "Just a bunch of made-up shit. Just
so they could torture us. Tickle-torture us." I began twirling the feather
between my fingers.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim was staring hard at the feather, not EVEN blinking. You woulda
had to have seen that look, you guys. . .Jesus. Priceless.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He said one word. One long, drawn out word, in a low voice. "No-o-o-o."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I cocked my head, smiling. "Whaddya mean, no-o-o-o-o-o?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He blinked now, staring at the feather, then catching himself, efficiently
changing demeanor. "I mean, no, (clearing his throat) um, yeah, I see what
you're saying. But I'm not. . .you know. . ." he chuckled gamely, "uhhh,
sensitive, ummm, y'know, uhhh, th-that way."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I looked down at the feather and dramatically and slowly drew its
long whitish edge along my left palm. Christ, would that tickle on a young
man's belly. (And had, in fact; on my former roommate of six months back.)
"You're not what, you mean?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Not. . .huh? No, like, I mean, uhhh, Chris man, I, uh, mean I'm
not, I'm not. . . you know, like. . .I'm not, heh heh, like, (*gulping*)
ti-ticklish, m-man." He grinned nervously and gulped again, having said
the magic word. Ah, Lord. I just wanted to hear him say it again. (Please,
Tim, say again the word "ticklish".)
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Huh? You're not. . .what?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Ti-ticklish."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Nice.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Again he stuttered. And blushed. Excellent. And as I stroked my eyes
along his belly, up between his taut pecs, and up to his baby blue orbs,
he blushed deeply and gulped again. That time he must have caught it. .
.he had to have fully realized by the look I must have been wearing that
I wanted his unbelievable body BADLY.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You're kidding! Not ticklish? A studly, athletic young guy like
you? Shit! Too bad, man. Goddamn it, I guess I'm gonna lose the money.
Shoot. Guess I should just untie you and let you have the bucks, dude."
I stared back into his dark blue eyes. "Shit, I thought for sure I'd had
you. I thought for sure you'd be fucking ticklish as hell."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He relaxed totally and suddenly, letting out a strong sigh of relief.
"Yeah, sorry. Wow. Guess I win. Sorry, guy. Ha ha." The bedsprings creaked
as he relaxed.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Yeah, man. . .I mean, it woulda been great to check out your stomach.
. .and those pits! Seemed to me that a little teasing there, with this
feather, for instance, would drive you wild, drive you outta yer fuckin'
mind. But if you say so."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Oh Christ. It was gonna happen. And since teasing is the key to this
scene's excitement, I teased. I continued to wear my disappointed loser's
look as I put the big feather down on the bed next to the firm flesh of
his tanned right side and moved down to his right ankle and began to undo
the slipknot, while I continued to mutter mock-angrily about the money
I was supposedly going to lose.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Yeah, those guys tickled us fucking half to death to get us to spit
up the secret info, just to see if we were the kinda guys who'd crack.
And, as I said, most of us were!" While I continued to slowly undo the
knot holding his left leg firm, I paused. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"But you never know. " I brightened up a bit, dropping his ankle.
"Y'know, Tim, you just might be more sensitive than you think." I stopped
for a second, looking off into near space dramatically, like a dummy thinking
hard; I then refastened his ankle. "Before I untie you, I might as well
test your reactions, just to see if you're at all ticklish. . .like maybe
with this feather here?" Again I picked up the feather that I'd placed
just inches from his ribcage. I was grinning stupidly.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I climbed up on the bed and straddled his hips snugly. He tensed
immediately, and looked terrified again. "I mean, you never know, man."
His sharply clear blue eyes stared straight into mine. That neatly sculpted,
all-American face, with some of that proud beauty of a German Shepherd.
The youth's breath ragged, expectant. Beautiful. Deer-in-headlights look.
Waiting breathlessly.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Doomed. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The Tickle-Torture Begins
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I think I'll start right about. . .here. . .right over your lower
stomach. Let's just see what happens. Let's just see what happens when
I stroke this feather over your stomach."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I slowly brought the white tip down over Tim's rock-hard belly, turned
the point downwards, and, at long last, began to stroke him. One stroke,
two, three. . . The little feather danced lightly over the fur and down
under, onto the smooth skin around his navel. The kid tensed, and his stomach
trembled; as I continued to stroke, his powerful abs spasmed in little
involuntary jerks.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Ahhh. . .ahhh. . ..uhhh. . .uhhhnnngggghhhh. . ..guh. . .guh-huh.
. .huh-hu-huh. . .ahhhhh. . ..haha. . ..heh. . .heh-heh. . .."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"No! Ahaahahaha. . .stop, I. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I drew the tip slowly across the edge of his boxers. Tim began to
tremble harder as the feather got closer to his soft groin skin.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"No-oo-oo. . .ahhh. . ..no. . .no. . .you don't have t. . .t..taahhh.
. .to do this. . .I'm. . .not. . .ahhh. . .ticklish, c'mon, you. . .ahhhhahah.
. ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, I don't know, buddy. You seem to be having kind of a hard
time here. You sure?" I copped the loser look again. "Or are you just trying
to get my hopes up? C'mon man, that's mean! I really don't have the two
hundred bucks to lose!" I straightened up, adding indignance and outraged
pride to my rising voice. "I've got to get some of that money back! Jesus,
you told me you only needed a hundred and sixty anyway!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I put the feather down. He relaxed slightly, still staring up directly
into my eyes, slightly mesmerized, panting.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I began moving my fingertips, all ten, over his beautiful torso.
Feeling him up lightly. God, it was great. His smooth young skin, his rock-hard
belly, completely mine. Like probing the surface of a trampoline made of
veal. Nothing he could do to stop me from lustfully stroking him. He jumped
at this new stimulation, and yelped a little, squelched it quickly and
twisted involuntarily. I could feel his solid thighs trembling underneath
my butt. I decided immediately not to overload him with sensations. . .clearly
I had at least a reasonably ticklish guy here. . .better to give him the
hope that I'd be a lame or lazy tickler, and he'd be able to keep his cool.
Better to torture him psychologically as well, and give him hope of escape,
if he'd just be able to keep his cool!
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Under the goofy-green plaid boxers, out of the corner of my eye,
I caught a quick glimpse of. . .movement.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, not much reaction there, really," I lied, like I was blind.
I examined his thickly-furred little navel. . .the same belly button he'd
been stroking himself just fifteen minutes before. . .with a single finger
tip I stroked all around it, dipping down into it a couple of times, then
back out, still stroking his taut flesh, loving the smooth feel of his
helpless young male skin, as well as the light tickling of his belly hair
on my fingerpads.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Ahhhh. . .huh. . .huhuhhhh. . ." He gasped and twitched excitedly.
Yep, ticklish navel. Under my hand I could clearly see the boxer fabric
moving. . .forming into. . .a solid, thickening shape.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]For a good ten minutes, I simply stroked him all over real lightly,
all along his thighs, his muscular, thick hairy calves, down to the tops
of his feet, and stopping there, guessing that if I went an inch further.
. .then I started back up. I was having so much horny fun just touching
this muscled punk all over, I didn't want it to end with a sudden hysterical
cave-in on his part, which would undoubtedly happen if I stayed in any
one spot too long. His whole beautiful body was now all goose-bumped, shaking
subtly but electrically; his excited, ragged gasping turning me on like
all get-out; and as I turned round again from his feet to face him, now
it was obvious: he had a full fucking hard-on. His snugly-hidden prick
pressed out arrogantly, sideways, against the fabric of his boxers. Ouch!
It seemed to me like a painful position for a cock to be in, especially
one as healthily-sized as his clearly was, pointed off to the side like
that, raising its head hard and wet against the fabric like the nose of
a puppy under a blanket. I had a hard time taking my eyes off it, and he
saw my constant, practically lip-licking glances down at it, but I said
nothing, nor of course did he.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I had a new idea. He still hadn't laughed really hard out loud, and
could still make the case that he wasn't really ticklish. Could I make
his body arch up off the bed without making him giggle or cave in?
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"All right, my tough-ass little pledge. Let's try some new spots."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"OKAY! No PROBlem," he gasped faux-confidently, still staring, but
now smiling widely, idiotically, his eyes big as hubcaps. "This is still.
. .haha. . .kinda. . .huh. . .dumb. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I'll test you here, along the very bottom of your ribs, towards
your back." Tim licked his lips quickly and squirmed. I straddled him again
(Jesus, man, drop the hard-on, or I'M gonna lose it!) and reached my fingertips
down to where his moist sides met the skewed, sweat-dampened fabric of
the bedsheets.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]With a gentle but rapid stroking of just my fingernails, I moved
along his sides, from his lower abdomen all the way up to just under his
hairy armpits. It took only a few rapid, efficient trial runs before Tim
was gasping again as before, his blue eyes steeled hard, but my premonition
had been right: he began to arch his back to pull his body away from my
dancing fingertips. As he gradually arched up, holding himself off the
bed slightly, I moved my fingers just so under his back and kept up the
stroking, and sure enough his trembling increased. Now he began to emit
little groans as he desperately raised his back up even farther.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]After a minute of this, I had his back completely bowed. His upper
body rested on his rear shoulder muscles, and his butt was held to the
bed by my straddling weight. I now used my fingertips to continue tickling
his back, and used each thumb pad to reach up and brush his ribs. Oops.
"GAH. . .gah. . .uhhhhHA. . .huuuh. . .ahha. . .haha. . .gnhhh, hnnh, hnnnhh
hnnnhh." He suddenly started trembling and gasping a whole lot more, and
his face broke out into an even wider, tortured grin. His eyes, which had
been directed towards the ceiling, fixed at some spot like he was trying
to meditate away my caresses, clenched shut. He was just about to lose
it, and as my hands moved back down his torso, my thumbpads gently lapped
at his soft, taut skin as I ran them just under his shorts. "GAH! HA! HA!"
he blurted suddenly. Writhing strongly, he started to giggle steadily,
and out of the bursting plaid bag of his boxers suddenly jutted the fat
tip of his thick prick. I pulled my hands away and he fell, tired with
effort, back down hard on the bed. Oh my god.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Over six inches, velvet plum head all slick with his juices, which
the elastic had just tautly drawn in a wet film over his sensitive, swelling
cockhead. He trembled, growling like a tomcat. His shorts had just missed
jacking him off! (Oh God, I must be tripping, this is so good!, I thought.)
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Well, I haven't been very successful. But you're obviously sensitive
to some extent." I grinned fake mutual buddy-embarrassment as I glanced
at the several wet inches of him that were exposed, then back into his
eyes. He was breathlessly turned on, blushing furiously, choking in and
out short, hard breaths, embarrassed by getting a hard-on in front of another
guy; he stared at me wide-eyed again, and oddly, it seemed with some sort
of. . .boyish awe..
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Until your woody popped out just now, I was gonna let you go. But
now I think. . .I deserve another chance to get you to laugh and break
down. Though you're obviously a real tough guy, maybe I can tickle the
location of at least a ten-spot out of you."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I glanced at the clock-radio. Already fifteen minutes had passed.
Damn! Time was going too quickly! There was no way I would relent on my
promise to untie him precisely at four. I'm used to guys taking me at my
word, and I wasn't gonna break it now for anything. . .not even for the
prolonged enjoyment of Mr. Tim, nor certainly just to get my bucks back.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I'll make you a deal. I think you're right. I think you're tougher
than I was, too tough to get you to submit. How 'bout this for a deal.
I'll continue to probe you. The minute you lose the hard-on, I'll consider
myself to have lost, and I'll untie you. That seems fair to me."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The air was faintly sharp with the salty Clorox odor of his precum.
I started to feel kinda faint. It's really hard for me in a situation like
this not to immediate slurp that clean, young, boyish juice, to feel the
sturdy buck moan and writhe helplessly as his velvety cock is stroked and
licked by my supereager tongue. Always wondered why I've been so weak for
the taste of man-juice. . .eventually attributed it to growing up in a
small, southern Cal beach town, spending every possible hour swimming or
body-surfing as far out as possible, beyond the reach of help. . .occasionally,
caught helplessly in a wave, gulping down warm salty water. . .But Tim's
climax would come later. . .right now, we had a lot more ticklish investigations
for him, a lot of robust masculine laughter to coax out of his tautly-muscled
ribs and armpits. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Think you can do it?" He said nothing, but kinda shrugged as best
he could within his strong, soft bonds, still staring stupidly.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I was now impatient for him to break down and admit his ticklishness.
I got two Q-Tips and decided to try a technique I'd long wanted to. I began
to stroke them over his stomach again, but this time I was not going to
go lightly. When he tensed and gasped again, I kept up at his navel, drawing
slow circles with one,. while stroking with the other in random, difficult-to-predict
patterns. With one Q-tip, I decided to explore the inside of his rather
large, deep navel, just to see. As I wriggled it around there, Tim suddenly
began to gasp and giggle desperately. I stopped immediately; obviously
I could break him there in his navel. Gradually I moved up his ribs a few
inches, then down one. As he watched me, squirming slightly and grinning
again, I wanted him to see where I was aiming. Where the Q-Tips were going.
So he'd freak. 'Cause that's where I would take him down. I somehow knew
it. And it's my favorite spot to torture these super-masculine guys in.
No man can resist this spot. I think Nature bred it into men as a place
for maintaining male hierarchical structure, a place where guys could discipline
each other with erotic overtones while causing no pain. A male-bonding
spot.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The deep, muscled, moist, darkly-hairy crevices of the armpits.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As he stared intently at me, nervous, squirming, alert as a guard
dog, I'd glance at his pits. Then I'd move the Q-tips up his ribs again.
Then down one inch. . .then another grinning, evil glance at his pits,
then. . .another evil glance at his pits, then slowly back up. . . About
three or four glances back and forth at his armpits, and he got the picture.
Tim knew exactly where the little Q-Tips were heading. And now, finally.
. .he really started to squirm, and started, finally, to REALLY giggle.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Hahaha. . .heheehh. . .ahhhh. . .gah. . .hahaahh..hehhee. . .nawhhhahahaha.
. .nawwwhhhh. . .c'mon. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whatsa matter, man?" I asked, smiling. I paused for a couple seconds,
just to tease him. He calmed slightly. I then continued, grinning wildly.
Tim continued to gradually break down, picking up again with the shuddering
and steady giggling. Finally, I knew that he knew that I knew, and that
it was all over with the pretend-teasing. His deep-voiced, thoroughly masculine
giggling was now continuing unabated, and the giggles now openly began
to turn to outright laughter; for the first time, his arms began jerking
really hard against his bonds. "Ha haha haha hahahahaaha. . ..hahahaha.
. .ohhhaaa. . ..no, I. . .hahahahaahaaa HAhahahaha. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Now or never. Very lightly, VERY fucking lightly, while I stared
at his handsome face to catch every sensation therein registered, I slowly
moved the one Q-Tip right up to the tautly-tendoned threshold, the dark
entrance to his right 'pit, and let it hesitantly sniff at its sensitive
quarry, the deep, dark Realm of the Hairy 'Pit. Tim tensed and gulped,
and closed his eyes again. Then I let the other Q-tip trace a light, dancing
line to the edge of Tim's other 'pit. He continued to giggle and writhe
mindlessly. And I began the decisive, stud-breaking strokes.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Ever so slowly, I directed the cotton tips, in a back-and-forth little
dance, over the Maginot Line of his tendons, then suddenly and swiftly
down, directly down the ticklish slopes into the deep secret wells of his
'pits.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"AAAHH! AAAAGH!! AHAHAHAHA, AHAHA, HAHAHAAAAHHH!!!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]And in two seconds Tim lost it entirely. Bucking wildly, he began
screaming and laughing uncontrollably. Licking my lips, unbelieving my
luck, I stroked and stroked the Q-tips throught the helpless, doomed pits,
the hairy pits which were betraying him, revealing his decisive, boyish
weakness. "AHAHAHAHAHA, ahh, f-f-u-hahaHaHaHAHAHAAA, oh, sh-shi-shi-hahahHAHAHAHa,
uhhhahHAH..AHAHAHAHAHA!!!" He was laughing so hard, going so crazy, so
wildly ticklish in his armpits he was, and so giddy was I, that I started
laughing too. I continued for about one minute. Then I dropped the Q-Tips,
and the pretense that I might not break him, and, still laughing excitedly
myself, plunged my fingertips into his sopping, deep hollows. He continued
to scream and laugh, but even harder, louder now, thrashing his head up
and down against the pillow, trying hard to say something that was getting
choked off in his now-hysterical laughter. "What's this, buddy?" I taunted
him. "What's this?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]After a couple of no-holds-barred tickling minutes, I chilled a bit,
though still lightly tickling him there in his 'pits, and he cooled down
enough to begin breathlessly pleading.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"PLEA-EA-EA AHAHAHAHA -EA-EA-SE ST-ST- AHAhahahahah. . ..stop! It.
. .hahahaha, c'c'c'mon, it. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"It what?" I laughed.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"AAHHAHAHAHA, OHHH. . .AAHAHAHAHAH, AAAUUUGGH! GOD, STOP ahahahahHAHAHA!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"FINISH THE SENTENCE, Tim. It 'what'?" I stepped up the light scraping
of my fingernails in his armpits. "Say it, Tim."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"OKA..HAHAHAHA, Ohhhh, OKAY hahahahaHAAHAAAAAAHHH, it TICKLES!",
he bawled out.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"And I thought you said you weren't ticklish." I drew my wet fingers
from his 'pits, and stroked him lazily all over his ribs and hard stomach.
He continued to giggle and buck as his voice returned.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"AAAAUGH hahahaha-a-a-a-hhhhh, ahhh, I, (*nngghh*) haha, heh, adMIT
it, okAY? Hahaha, oh, ohhh, uhhhh, sh-shit, don't, don't. . .don't TICKle,
dude, haha, please. . . I'm totally ticklish there, man! Don't! D-d-haha-DON'T,
man, oh please, haha, it TICKLES, dude, haha, STOP!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Where? Your 'pits? You mean. . .up here?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim jerked and began laughing nervously, his eyes wide. "Oh! Ohhh-ha,
haha, hahaHAhahahhh, I. . .ah-hah, d-don't HAHAhaha tickle me, haha there,
ummmmnnnnggggghahahahHAHAHAAAAgh, oh, no, ahhh, AHHHHhhh, pt-hee-hee, ahhh,
no! Please, man! Oh, oh fuck, haha, god, just. . .mmmnnnggggghahHAHAHA
not, NO, c'mon, fuck-HAHA-fucker, NO, not, HAHAH in my, not, NO,
NO, NO, dude, hahahahhhhh, NOT IN MY PITS! Please, God! Ahahahaha,
oh, not, ahahahah, oohhhohoha, please, not THAT!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]All that pleading, as I swept my tickling fingers up and around his
writhing upper bod, closer and closer to his sensitive hollows, and quickly
back in, back into his dripping pits, driving him crazy wild again.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]And now, to get my money back. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]The REAL Struggle Begins. . .
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim gulped for breath as I let his pits alone to move down to his
feet.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Where. . .where're ya. . .hey, no, hahaha, no, NO, NO-O!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"OKAY!! I already admitted it!! I lied, haha, I'm a fuckin' dick,
haha, heh heh, ohhhh. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"NAWWWW, AHahahaHAAAH!!! AAAAGH! AUUUGH! PLEAse man, I. . .HAAAAHAHAHA!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Yes, you fucking lied to me!" I grinned punishingly down at him.
"You lied!!! You unnnncoooolll little bastard!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]His thick white athletic socks were now giving off clouds of that
familiar, acrid, but totally erotic locker-room odor.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"So let's test your feet, buddy. You ticklish here, too, like in
your 'pits?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]His feet were leaping half-assed, like chained trout, the assumedly-sensitive
soles hidden by his socks. Only temporary protectors, my friend, I guarantee
you.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I pulled off his right sock, and he continued to giggle and squeal,
knowing full well what was coming.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You about ready to tell me where you hid any of the money?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"NO! Ha ha, uh, hhhaaa, haa, I mean, I don't remember, no, hahahaha,
PLEease!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You can't remember? That's hardly plausible." I wiggled my fingers
and brought them closer to pink, moist sole. He instantly jerked his tanned,
hairy calves against his ankle bonds.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I mean, ha ha, you've got me, ha ha ha, man, kinda freaked out!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Oh, you don't remember? Maybe this'll remind you!" While pulling
off his left sock with one hand, Tim still giggling and begging, I raked
his right sole with my fingernails.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH HAHAHA, HAHAHAHA, OH GOD, AHAHAHAHA!!!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He starting bucking high off the bed, without my weight to pin him,
and he was shaking his handsome head back and forth hard while I tickled
on, scraping both his soles with my fingernails. Drops of juice flew off
his manic prick as it slapped hard, repeatedly, against his lean belly.
With time passing quickly, I was determined to tickle some of this teenaged
punk's money ( I mean, MY money!) back from him. So I just kept it up.
. .just kept tickling his beautiful, soft, sensitive feet while gales of
deep, masculine laughter erupted from his deepest guts. He started having
a little trouble breathing, so I immediately slowed down and let him catch
his breath substantially, hoping he'd give in. . ..when he didn't, and
was OK again, I started up again with the tickling, and he naturally started
up again with the hysterical bucking and howling. He looked like a sleek
dolphin trying to leap over a barrier.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Just when I suspected that he secretly LIKED being tickle-tortured,
and I thought, "Jeez, what if I CAN'T get him to succumb. . .Christ, I
can't be out two hundred bucks!", he yelled between wild yelps, "OKAY!!
I'll HA HA SHIT TALK!! HA ha ha SHIT MOTHER hahaha FUCK I'll TALK!!! HAHAHAHAH!!!"
I immediately stopped stroking his warm, still-twitching feet, and held
them in each hand, massaging them firmly, to take away the ticklish sensations.
He moaned in relief, and fell back on the bed. I was overcome with affection
for him. He grinned nervously at me, out of breath, and said, really quickly,
breathlessly, "Okay, man, there's one in that book over there, on the end
of the shelf. . .the black one, with the swastika on it!" I glanced over
where he was looking. It was my copy of Rise and Fall of the Third Reich.
I grinned back at him, half-surprised that he wasn't pissed or terrified.
. .he sure was playing along with this game. . .almost suspiciously well.
. ..I grabbed the book and opened it, and sure enough, a ten-dollar bill
fell out. A hundred and ninety bucks to go. . .but only 35 minutes. . ..
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim Is Rendered Naked
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I let my boy calm down again.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You're still rock-hard, man. So you lose. And that means you're
gonna lose your shorts. And that means more places for me to explore. Like.
. .with THIS feather!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim clenched his eyes shut again and laughed uproariously, shaking
his head back and forth vigorously, even though I wasn't tickling him.
Although I was holding up for his contemplation a doozy of
a tickler: a four-inch, narrow, sharply-pointed little feather, bright
green, that I'd gotten off the tail of my dead parrot a couple years before.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"NO-O-O-A-HAHA HA heh heh. . .Oh God, please don't. . .please don't.
. .FUCK, ahahaha, take off my. . .Oh my god, ohmigod, omiGOD please, man,
no. . .I. . .I. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"Whatsa matter, Tim? You afraid of being naked?" As soon as the word
"naked" escaped my lips, Tim's agonized giggling suddenly increased in
volume and tempo. Cool. Do it again, Tim.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"You afraid, dude? What d'ya think will happen, Tim, if you were
totally NUDE," (more sudden jerking and hysterical laughter), "right
now, completely naked and HELPLESS?"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As I cruelly drew out the hiss in 'helpless', my skatepunk plaything
heaved his heavy bones hard against the taut sock bonds, making the steel
frame creak under his robust musculature. He was laughing and pleading
almost as much as if he were being tickled. I was tickling him just with
my words, with just my tongue.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I took from the box a small pair of scissors and began to very slowly,
very carefully, cut the fabric from his hips. Again his struggling increased,
and he began cursing furiously. Slowly, slowly I lifted the fabric from
over his incredibly erect penis, slowly, uncovering each inch of the nearly-seven
which composed his thick shaft, down to, finally, as I gasped internally,
a very fat scrote, heavy with unusually large, juicy balls. Yep: a breeder!
Better get this buck to the fuck-pen! Right away the air was choked with
the strong scent of his ballsweat. Tim was giggling forlornly, his eyes
shut now, and he was just blushing like a motherfucker. A very nervous,
devilishly handsome young skatepunk, ticklish and helpless, now finally
and completely nude.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I had to touch it. I grinned, shot him a mischievous glance he couldn't
see, and slowly and gently seized his meat. With the soft pad of my right
thumb, I rubbed the wet front of his cockhead. Tim jerked and shuddered,
pulling at his bonds, his torso bucking violently upwards, his eyes springing
open. He moaned long and extravagantly. "NNNNGGGGHHHHHHGH! OH! ohhh, man,
. . .I. . .ohhh. . .I'll. . .n-no don't, don't. . .I'll. . .ohhh, oh christ
I'll fucking, nnngh! come. . .ahahaha. . ..I'll fucking co-o-me, man, if
you don't stop. . ..st-hey HEY, no, NO, NO, man, what're, hey, NO, c'MON,
man, not that, DON'T, hahahh, you CAN'T, hee hee, ha, oh HAHA haha HA.
. ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]He'd just caught sight of my hand as I moved the sleek parrot feather
slowly towards his heavy, odiferous scrotum. The heavy, hearty odor of
fresh teenboy musk continued to waft up, thoroughly rank; a serious turn-on.
I noticed that his ballsac was looser than most guys'. An excellent thing:
his balls were so big and ripe that there was no way his body could pull
them inside his groin to hide them from the approaching torture. I reeled
with lust, and suddenly, inexplicably, kinda felt weirdly violent, and
started fucking barking at him.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"I'm gonna tickle your balls, man! I'm gonna fucking tickle your
BALLS, Tim! And you can't stop me! Unless. . ..unless you tell me where
you've hidden the rest of the money!" I was going nuts, feeling increasingly
giddy and out of control, as if I were 16 again, playing these games, though
at that time less-sophisticated versions, with my buddies out in the fields
and treehouses of my youth. My own turgidity was quite painful, trapped
inside my shorts.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]"NO, NO, please, ah ha, NO, not my balls, man!" Tim was laughing
agonizingly, laughing and laughing endlessly, repeating, "No, no, please!"
like a mantra, bucking and arching his back, squirming like a madman, thrashing
his handsome face back and forth on the pillows. "You can't, dude! Ha ha,
you WOULDN'T!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Oh, yes, I WOULD.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]When I finally grazed the feather against his balls, the result was
electrifying. Tim in an instant torsioned his whole body into a twisted
spiral, a good foot off the bedsheets, and he was so ticklish there that
he couldn't even laugh! He was completely desperate to avoid my tickling
him THERE, desperate to prevent my tickling him in the very origins of
his youthful and exposed masculinity; I had to climb back on top of him,
onto his legs, to pin him enough to keep contact between the feather and
his heaving scrotum. Again I eagerly stroked his spread balls, and this
time he heaved his thighs wildly, bucking my surprised ass clean off the
bed. Amazing, amazingly stronger than I'd imagined. Nothing like a husky
teenage male for wild strength.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]As I picked myself up off the hardwood (unfortunately) floor, he
giggled and gasped hysterically, his dark blue eyes open and wide, the
size of blimps, a freakish, acid-trip grin contorting his breathless face.
"Not my balls, man, please, I can't take it! Please, man, I'm begging you,
ha ha, anywhere but my balls! That's uncool! That's, hahahaha, uncool,
man! It. . .it. . .aha. . .it tickles so much, man, please, I'm fucking
BEGGING you, ahahahAHAHAHA! Please! Please, heh heh ha, not there, DON'T!!!"
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Uncool? Calling me uncool? Fuck you, you little bastard! You're in
no position! Embarrassed a little at having been thrown to the floor, and
determined to break him completely, I strode into my walk-in closet and
got out two sturdy belts. . ..quickly (time still running out fast!) fastening
them around his upper thighs and then the ends to the steel bedframe, Tim
swearing now, half pissed-off and really nervous, cursing profusely, for
the first time REALLY seeming vulnerable, realizing my own anger and my
crazed dedication to intricately torturing his ball-sac. . .I climbed back
aboard quickly, and returned the tip of the feather to the most vulnerable
square inches on his body. . .I musta been sucking in air more raggedly
than even he. . .I didn't know I could get quite this turned on. . .he
began shaking fearfully, losing control again, and laughing desperately
amidst fearful pleadings in a high-pitched, boyish voice while he clenched
his eyes shut again, trying to shut away the inevitable. His strong fingers
jittered helplessly in the air behind his tightly-bound wrists. I danced
the fiendish feather's tip lightly against a tiny patch of skin on his
right testicle, and then I let it go completely apeshit, attacking his
whole scrotum.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Then the screaming began.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Tim's body tried again to buck me off him, but the taut leather belts
around his thighs held him impossibly, and I was able to ride his wild
writhings. Now I was nervous because he was merely screaming. . ..lots
of high pitched laughter, surely, but mostly just full-on fucking SCREAMING.
. .swift waves of shudders rippled through his muscled, bucking frame,
and he clenched his eyes shut and threw back his head on the pillow, his
yelling, laughing mouth so far open that I could see the dark glint of
the slanting late-afternoon sun off the fillings in his molars. Tim was
lost in ticklish agony now, slamming his head hard repeatedly against the
soft pillow, his decisive vulnerability exposed, the most sensitive spot
revealed. . .and I continued to tickle him there, on his helpless balls,
continuing nonstop, making him mine, stroking the feather now lightly,
now firmly against his helpless gonads. "Can't stop me, can't fucking stop
me, can't, you ticklish bastard, I'm gonna tickle you to DEATH, you handsome.
. ." I leaned down, my face just inches from his balls, inhaling the wild-animal
odor, watching his ball-hairs part at the touch of the feather, everything
in slo-mo visual and out-of-control laughter soundtrack. . .a little voice
inside me said, "go for it, it'll never get this good again. . ."
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I was out of it, I might as well have eaten a fistfull of 'shrooms.
I was also getting some serious nausea from the pure rushes of lust. .
.I felt pretty sick to my stomach. . .so much so that I actually lost my
hardon. There was no way he could move far enough to prevent the feather's
contact. . ..I then moved the feather on a little track from his balls
up the length of his prick, then along the grooves where his thighs gave
way to powerful tendons on either side of his robustly-thick dark pubescape.
The skatepunk's laughter and hysteria continued unabated.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I tickled the underside of his balls, too, thrusting the feather
repeatedly through to his asshole, and he continued to go wild, new bursts
of apeshit sweat breaking off his shining body as he industrially thrust,
within the limits of the leather bonds, his impressive erection towards
the distant ceiling.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I only stopped, just for a brief minute, when I noticed that the
shark's tooth thing had flipped up in his writhing and gotten caught in
his mouth. He was too out of it to spit it out, so I took care of it.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]At times I reached down and gripped his cock in my other hand, pumping
him slowly and firmly while still relentlessly stroking his balls with
the feather. Every time I'd grasp his plump, hard rod, it would swell achingly,
unreal groans of animal pleasure erupting loudly amidst his wildly sexy
laughter. Yet more prespunk oozed out, and I'd again and again lick that
delicious juice off my fingers, reeling.
[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I got another sixty bucks off him (two twenties and two tens) via
the testicle-tickling, which was by far the most effective interrogation
technique even when I used my fingertips and then my tongue to stroke and
tickle them, techniques I didn't think would tickle as much as just more
thoroughly hornitize the dawg. . .but it worked. I got another ten when
I returned to his extremely ticklish armpits. . .but having to get each
bill separately was taking up too much time, even though he'd given up
seventy bucks in twenty minutes. I suddenly wondered if he was milking
this (so to speak) for all it was worth. . .he was skillfully manipulating
the situation to his benefit. I felt a surge of affectionate (though rueful)
respect for his cunning, and realized with a start as I looked at the clock.
. ..3:45. . .I had only fifteen minutes with his beautiful body before
he was free! I also realized that he instinctively believed me, that he
really believed I would release him exactly when I said I would. Another
surge of respect welled in me, and I realized there was no way I could
disappoint him, betray his trust; the remaining ten minutes would be more
enjoyably spent simply playing with him and getting him off. . .time to
suck that thick young prick spiring up from its root in the fat cum-filled
balls. That'd be worth. . .what. . .at least a hundred bucks. . .besides,
he'd amply earned it.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I stripped off the rest of my clothes and practically leapt onto
the bed beside him. I kissed and licked his sensitive nipples while he
cursed and shuddered, moaning loudly, turned on massively, at least several
loads of come backed up in [/FONT][/FONT][FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]him, overdue for release. I buried my tongue
in his left pit, and he went ballistic, squealing with high-pitched, boyish
laughter, the sweat still pouring off his body. I gave in now to my strongly
affectionate feelings towards him, holding his trembling body tightly against
me while I continued licking his roasting, sweating flesh with my tongue.
My eyes closed, lost in lust, I reached for his prick, clumsily jabbing
the head with my thumbnail. Tim jerked harshly and yelped in mild pain.
Ouch! (Jesus! Sorry, man. . .fuckin' clumsy. . .goddamn!) But half a second
later, no damage. . .I was gripping his thick shaft, slowly pumping it,
while Tim moaned and repeated, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I. . .ohhhhhh",
thrusting his sweat-slick, muscular thighs up to push his meat repeatedly
through the lusciously slick circle of my fist. I was dumbfounded at the
flow of juice he was producing. . .it rolled in an endless slick stream
from his cockhead, coating my hand. My own five-incher lay, near bursting,
along his right thigh, my balls resting on his knee.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Now it was just 3:55. . .five precious minutes with my horny captive.
Five minutes to spend savoring my victim's blue-balled boner.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I laid down on my stomach, my head between the far-spread, marble-hard
thighs of my beautiful young athlete. I began licking and sucking his balls,
not to tickle them, but to drive him fuck-wild, while Tim groaned, whined,
and cursed contently, completely lost, as I was, in pure enjoyment. I took
each huge plum in my mouth, hungrily licking off as much of his musky scrote-sweat.
I licked up and down his shaft. . ..and finally, after teasing him by sucking
him hard, my tongue pressing really firmly against the near-bursting purple
head and pink shaft, then, when he was about to spurt, pulling off and
squeezing the head firmly to kill his rising orgasm, causing him to curse
and buck angrily, vigorously again. . .after four or five times doing that,
torturing him with frustration, I finally began taking him repeatedly to
the root, while he screamed and bucked . . .no teasing now, pal, just hard-core,
serious cock-sucking. . ..then. . .inevitably. . .the ordeal was over as
Tim began that low-throttle, guttural male groaning signifying pure lost
ecstasy, then the hot rushes, delicious, hot, clean, pure male juices pouring
over my tongue, deliciously salty, like hot sea-water. Tim bucked up and
down off the futon powerfully, the orgasm charging through him like meat
lightning, his roaring and swearing growing and turning suddenly to those
freakish monkey-like screams that guys emit when they're having a TRULY
overwhelming orgasm, his prick pulsing and swelling rhythmically against
my tightly pressing tonguemeat. I let not one drop of Tim drip free.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]I untied him, at 4:03. . .well, nobody's perfect. He twisted into
a fetal position, and actually began to drool a little, so out of it he
was. I maneuvered him onto his stomach, and began affectionately kneading
his taut shoulder muscles.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]So I got back about a third of my bucks. . .and Tim was left with
enough money, added to what he'd saved, to get his foxy new board. I was
proud to see him working his elegant moves with it during the following
waning weeks of spring and on into summer. . .
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]And that wasn't the last of my experiences with Tim. . ..because
we became fairly close friends, despite the rather significant age difference.
I think I played an extra big-brother role in his life. And speaking of
big-brother roles, I ended up tickle-torturing him twice more, both times
after he was old enough to go drinking, when I taught him how to play pool,
and he ended up making stupid drunken bets on the games, which he'd lost.
Tim also became rather aggressive about getting those expert blowjobs when
he was between girlfriends, which also made me quite happy.
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[FONT=Monaco, Lucida Console, Courier, Courier-New][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular]Interestingly, he also introduced me, at a coffeehouse, to some other
guys, some of his skateboarding (and other) friends, with a couple of whom,
like his beautiful blond buddy Dirk, I had some very interesting bondage
experiences.[/FONT][/FONT]
