Continued…
I finally made it to the address at 31 Vine street.
I stopped my car and the young man near the pastry shop slowly approached me. I rolled down my passenger seat window and spoke to him.
"Rico?" I said.
"Yes. Are you Alfred?" He replied.
"Yes."
The man gave a meaningful grin as he opened the passenger seat door and went inside. He barely looked at me when I already started driving the car. No need for formalities here, everything we plan on doing had been carefully discussed and agreed to the night before. We are just executing a carefully orchestrated plan.
"So where is he?" Rico said.
"Getting his mind blown away…" I said smiling.
"Really… God… I can not believe what kind of shit Brandon got himself trapped in." Rico snickered.
"I know. I still have to pinch myself whenever i wake up." I said.
"Man… you are one evil bastard! The things you told me last night… Now I know why he made that awkward line in his Christmas speech." Rico said.
"Hehe. You remember that?" I said amazed.
"Hell yeah! Who could forget that? 'And I'm ticklish.' hahaha. We all had to ask Brandon for days about it. But he never told us anything." Rico replied.
My cock bounced in my pants at the memory of that exquisite humiliation of officer Brandon.
"Yeah… I thought it was hot too." I said.
"Jeezus. I can't believe this is all going on." Rico replied as he placed both hands on top of his head. He was wearing a tanktop and I had the most amazing view of his sexy pits.
"Sooo…… you're attracted to Brandon?" I queried.
"What? Well… ummm…. I guess. It's just that I had him as a teammate for so long you know? It's weird. but… Yeah I guess I do." Rico said blushing from embarassment.
This was too delicious. Another hunky cop having the hots for my tickle-pup Brandon. And he was putting on a straight show pretending he was just casually attracted to him. There was no fooling me. Rico was definetely gay. Or at least, bisexual. He is head over heels over my blonde cop and that's the reason he is sitting in my passenger seat in the first place.
"You don't have to hide anything. I know. And I understand. No one is judging you here. You are still 'straight' for all i know." I said trying to make Rico more comfortable with me.
We talked some more in the 20 minute drive back to Shadow Lounge. I discovered that Rico was a Puerto Rican immigrant who moved to Florida when he was just 8. He joined the force when he turned 21 and has been working with Brandon since the latter entered the force. Rico is now 23.
I asked if he has ever done anything with my young officer. And he said never. I chided him a little bit more trying to coerce details which I know he had. I was finally able to secure a confession that Rico has stolen several used underwear from Brandon's locker. I was thrilled to know he has stolen and smelled his socks as well. I may just have another tickler sitting beside me.
We finally arrived at the club and entered the packed dance floor together. Rico was obviously uncomfortable seeing the men around clad in leather and many looking lustfully at him. I assured him I was here to protect him and that absolutely nothing will happen to him that night. It was Brandon's night of worship, not his.
We both sat near the bar as I scanned the horizon looking for my young cop. I was concerned when I couldn't find him anywhere. I tried to tip-toe and push my head above the crowd looking for someone with blonde hair and in handcuffs. My heart began to race when I couldn't find him.
"Oh fucking shit." I whispered to myself.
I searched worriedly for the bartender whom I paid $200 to look after Brandon. A freckled red-head who was at the bar appears to have taken his place.
"Where's Tom?" I asked.
"Oh… Tom has gone home. His shift ended at 8 pm." He replied.
"What??? Oh… well… umm… did he leave any note?" I said worriedly.
"No." Was all the man replied.
My heart fell down the floor completely. Oh my god. Oh no. What have I done?! How could I have left Brandon helpless and alone in a gay club like this. How could i have been so careless, to my perfect man…
My eyes began to tear up at the prospect of something terrible happening to my young cop. I will never forgive myself if something bad would have happened to Brandon.
I have turned around and was about to begin walking back to Rico when I heard a very familiar moan behind me. I could not be wrong. I know that moan. I know who that is. That is Brandon's moan of pleasure!
I quickly snapped my head and saw a red door with the signage "Occupied" in front of it. I rushed to it and almost violently thugged my hands demanding entry inside.
"Open this door!" I said.
"Brandon! I know you're in there. Open this now!" I added, trying to have my voice heard through the loud music playing in the dance floor.
I waited impatiently for a couple seconds and was about to go to the bartender to demand a key. Luckily, the door opened as I was about to turn around.
"Yes?" replied a thin, dark-haired man in front of me.
"Give me back Brandon." I said.
"I know he's in there." I added.
The man looked at me for a few seconds trying to size me up. He smiled at me after a few seconds as if to welcome me inside.
"Please… join me." He said.
The sudden realization of a trio-tickle torture snapped in my mind. This was too good to be true. My cock began to grow instantly at this sudden prospect.
I whistled for Rico to come at us from across the bar. I asked for the man's name and he said he was called Wilbert. The three of us entered the room together. As we went inside, both me and Rico were extremely shocked to see Brandon lying on a large bed drenched in sweat and his feet tied with a black and green tie. Brandon looked at us and you would not believe the look of bewildernment in his face when he saw Rico.
"No fucking way…" Said Rico beside me.
Brandon panicked and tried to squirm to the side of the bed. Maybe to the floor and to crawl away out of the club. He was stopped by Wilbert and Brandon merely pushed his face down the pillow. Unable to look his co-cop in the eye.
"Brandon…" i said.
"Brandon there is nothing to be worried about. Rico knows everything. He is your secret admirer. There's no need to hide..." I said. Trying hard to assure him.
"Oh fucking jeezus… this can't be real… wow…." Rico said as he sat down at the foot of the bed.
"Alfred… what the fuck…." Brandon finally said from beneath the pillow. Unable to believe whom I had brought with me.
Wilbert finally broke the tense situation by placing his fingers on Brandon's ribs. He was still lying on his stomach and the sudden tickle attack made his whole body jolt.
"Hahahaha!" He broke laughing.
It would seem Wilbert has discovered how ticklish my young cop was. And they probably have been engaged in tickle-sex before i arrived.
I saw an unmistakable glimmer in Rico's eyes. Somehow, seeing is collegue tickled like that helplessly is getting him immensely turned on. I saw the small tent in front of his tan shorts slowly grow in size.
"Hahaha… oh shit…. oh fuck…. Alfred….. help me!" Brandon said unable to stop the tickle attack.
Oh I was going to help alright. Help in tickling him that is. I flipped Brandon onto his back and began to tickle the side of his pecs while Wilbert continued tickling his sides. I know this is a very ticklish area for Brandon, and I tried to alternate between my hands worming their way inside his closed pits and then moving to his impressive pecs to tickle him silly.
The entire bed was croaking with Brandon's hard trashing. He was trying to get away from both of us but his handcuffes and the tie in his ankles is preventing all meaningful movement. The sounds of sexy laughter filled the room and the brains of all of us three. We were all delirious from lust unable to tickle and pleasure Brandon fast enough.
I finally signaled Wilbert to stop after a few minutes. Brandon was coughing and having difficulty normalizing his breathing rhythm. From experience, I can tickle his feet for hours and he will be fine but when I tickle his ribs and upper body I must stop after a few minutes. He is violently ticklish on his muscular torso, pecs, and arms.
What I plan on doing tonight, however, was a little different from the routine which me and Brandon are used to. I plan on introducing him into a new, exquisite pleasure which hopefully will heighten his tickling experience with me. I have lusted after that part of him for quite some time and merely waited for the right opportunity. I want to tickle officer Brandon in his asshole.
I went up to Wilbert and whispered to him my plans tonight for Brandon. He smiled wickedly upon hearing the details and we both went up and took some rope in the small bag I carried with me. Rico still sat at the foot of the bed, his shorts completely tented and wet. Watching both of us work for the meantime.
I took Brandon's muscular and powerful left leg and slowly brought it upwards towards his head. When it was sufficiently high enough, I roped the white rope around above his knee, and tied that up to the wrought iron frame at the head of the bed.
Brandon quickly understood what I was doing and began to trash again. But the left leg was already secured. I helped Wilbert bring Brandon's right leg upwards as well which he was already trying desperately to kick. I tickled Brandon some more in order to distract him as Wilbert did the same thing to the powerful right leg.
Brandon was now spread beautifully to us. His most sensitive part so open to tickling and pleasuring. I physically drooled at the prospect of kissing him there and making him melt with my tongue.
Brandon pleaded with me worriedly afraid we would fuck him.
I quickly assured him that was not in the itinerary.
"No Brandon. We will not fuck you. I guarantee it. I'm not into that remember? Our relationship is never about me. Never about my needs. It is always about you. I want nothing more than to tickle and pleasure you." I assured.
Brandon calmed down a bit on my assurance nobody will violate him tonight. He relaxed enough to keep himself from getting hurt. I had to make him a little bit more comfortable so I uncuffed his hands from behind his back and re-secured it to the wrought Iron headboard above his head.
He didn't resist at all knowing his bound legs would prevent his escape. And his hands were probably hurting his back anyway because of the position of his thighs.
Now that Brandon is in prime position for some anal pleasuring, I went into my bag to retrieve a pink feather which I brought for such occasion. Wilbert suggested instead we use his more plump, soft, and spiky goose feather. I agreed and gave the pink feather onto Rico telling him to tickle Brandon's still itching feet.
I brought the feather to my young cop's crack and upon making contact Brandon screamed delightfully and his ass bounced off the bed. I am excited like I have never been before. I twirled the goose feather gently in his crack and brought it up and down driving my handsome captive to throw his head back and scream while his hands are scrabling above his head.
I was mad with lust at this point. I know how much the sensations was driving Brandon crazy judging from his desperate squirming at the twitching of his hole. I was dragging the feather up and down stopping at his anal opening twirling it there teasing him to allow it entry inside.
The two guys were each working on Brandon's large feet. Rico was twirling the pink feather between his toes and Wilbert was gently clawing down the arch. Brandon was being driven to insanity at the hands of three men who are head over heels for him.
I quickly took something from my pocket when I looked up and saw Brandon's straining member. I had a duplicate key to the cock cage and I quickly unfastened it finally liberating his imprisoned cock before returning to any further pleasuring.
The grateful cock saluted at once and was steel hard in a few seconds. Brandon let go a very appreciate moan upon the release of his member. His belly already wet from precum when the cock was still confined.
I returned to pleasuring his hole and Brandon moaned louder than ever. His cock was bouncing up and down his stomach trying to slap itself through his abs to a powerful orgasm. I began to tickle his cheeks while still twirling the feather driving delicious laughter to come out of his belly mixing with his moans.
It only took a few more minutes of this treatment and some assistance from my left hand giving his member a few tugs before he led go a wild scream and thick white goo shot from his cock all the way to his chest and even on his face. I counted 7 long streams of cum shooting with great force from his dick splattering him all over on his muscular upper body.
Brandon was still orgasming when Wilbert went down and licked the liquid which has fallen on his body. Brandon nearly jumped when Wilbert licked and sucked on his right nipple after some cum has landed there. He was shaking for almost a full minute from the intensity of the orgasm.
I finally stopped twirling the evil feather for a while and sucked his balls to complement Wilbert's action on his nipples. Brandon didn't even have time to go soft. After his cum, he was steel hard again at the lustful mininstrations of our tongues on his sensitive nipples and balls.
After a few more minutes I decided to return to his wonder spot. I dragged my flicking, wet tongue down his perineum and back to his crack. The contact of my wet organ on his sensitive crack made him yell for mercy and try to kick uselessly at Rico. He was willing to do anything to make me stop. But that's exactly the reason why I am determined to do it, because it was driving Brandon out of his mind.
My tongue finally made contact with his spread hole and I kissed and toyed with it with my tongue and lips. I felt his whole body shake and shiver as my tongue tickled him to gain further access inside. Brandon was yelling inaudible curses at us which was music to my ears. His moans were so exquisite. I finally got my tongue inside and he nearly lost it. I worked it around driving Brandon to tears. My lips would also purse up to give him a sucking sensation and my fingers would spider through his cheeks to add a tickling sensation to it.
I did this for a good 15 minutes while the two other guys would alternate in sucking his nipples, licking his neck and ears, and clawing through his soles. When I would look up to him Brandon has his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he was babbling pure nonsense in between his moans.
This was definitely one of the high peaks on Brandon's mountain of experiences with me. I have never seen him so lost like he is now. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I have never invited others to tickle torture Brandon with me. I would have to do this gang-worship scene more often!
After 15 minutes of this tongue torture I heard a prolonged scream from Brandon as a new set of sticky white goo shot from Brandon's cock. He has cummed again! This time, with no one touching his cock.
I counted 9 streams this time, and the intensity was far greater. None of us stopped what we were doing when Brandon came for this second time. I actually intensified my flicks and Wilbert still has his mouth attached now to Brandon's left nipple while Rico was licking his muscular thighs.
After this mind-shattering cum, however, the laughters and moans suddenly stopped and Brandon went silent. He has passed out! The intensity of the sensations too much for him to bear. I looked up and saw his angelic face relaxed and unconcious. I went up and checked his signs and relaxed a bit seeing he was ok. His face is completely covered in sweat, and his blonde hair have matted to his forehead.
Both Wilbert and Rico were still laving up the cum which has splattered throughout Brandon's muscular form. These two are relentless in their lust. And I don't blame them. Even though passed-out, Brandon's body is still to die for. From this angle, I can see his excellent abs perfectly below his impressive large pecs. And those powerful thighs, God… who wouldn't go crazy after him.
I untied his legs from their bent position and brought them back down to the bed. I did the same with his arms. I freed him from his bondage and checked his skin for ropeburn. None, thank God.
Satisfied, the two were finally able to be persuaded to end their worship of Brandon's unconscious body. They helped me in cleaning him up wiping the glistening layer of saliva and sweat from his gorgeous body. But not before I took many snapshots of it with my phone. There is no way I was gonna have no remembrance of this unforgettable night. And the signs of love and worship all over Brandon's skin.
When we finished wiping him clean, I pulled the white sheet blanket trapped beneath him to cover him over. I wanted him to rest for a little bit. Before I wake him up so we can go home.
Wilbert had to say goodbye to us. I made sure to get his contact number first before i let him go. Who knows, we may just team up again one day on Brandon… or, secretly, maybe even on Rico.
Rico and I stayed together as i have to bring him back home too. Oh the drama that will happen when Brandon wakes up. Rico will have to confess his feelings to him or else it will be one VERY uncomfortable ride home with these two hunky cops in stone silence from each other.
I continued a pleasant talk with Rico while we waited for Brandon to wake up. I learned so many interesting things about him. We finally stopped when I heard my handsome tickle-pup stir beneath the covers. I was so touched and excited to hear the first thing that came from his lips was…
"Alfred…."
I could have cum right then and there.
