“Oh, man,” I thought to myself as our conference call began to wrap up, “If my colleagues could only see me right now!” I smiled devilishly at the thought. Today was my day to work from home. But since Jason had the day off, and I’d lost a bet last night with him over the winner of the big game, he decided it was also a day for my payback.
Which is why I was laying on the bed naked, each ankle pulled taut and securely bound to opposite corner posts, leaving my dick—standing erect and swollen, thanks to a cock ring he’d fastened at the base after he got me turned on and hard—and balls exposed and vulnerable to whatever torment he had planned for me. Meanwhile, my left wrist was extended over my head and pulled taut to the corner post where cuffs held it securely in place, leaving my torso, side and armpit exposed and vulnerable to torment.
He then left to run some errands, leaving my right arm untied so I could access my iPad and dial in for an internal morning conference call. The iPad was mounted on a stand anchored above my body and facing my head so I could pull up notes during the call. Fortunately, we didn’t use video for this conference call so my colleagues in the office had no clue that I was bound and helpless during our call. They were none the wiser.
After disconnecting from the call, I waited in silence for Jason’s return. I began to imagine the unbearable torture I was in for when he returned, but that only served to make my forcibly rigid dick harder and ooze precum. My wet daydream was interrupted by a Facetime call coming in from Josh, my boss!
“Shit!” I thought, a panic taking over my body. Josh insisted on using Facetime whenever he called me; he preferred to have face to face meetings, especially when I wasn’t in the office. I couldn’t refuse the call, or he’d be annoyed by my working from home—currently an experiment—because he couldn’t reach me whenever he needed me. I had no choice but to take his call. I turned the iPad so the camera would only pick up my face and right arm and not telegraph my predicament. “Hey, Josh!” I greeted my boss after accepting the Facetime call, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
“Hey, Luke, how are you doing?” he asked. It must’ve been obvious I was laying down. “Are you laying down? Like in bed?” he asked.
“I threw out my back this morning, so I’m resting it while working to see if the kink will go away,” I answered nervously, lying through my teeth.
“Oh, man, sorry to hear it. Are you able to go through last week’s sales report? I had a few questions.”
“Sure, I’ll pull it up. What are your questions?” He began to walk through the report in detail, asking questions about specific accounts and sales transactions. Our back and forth reviewing the report and discussing each one took so much concentration, I forgot about the fact that I was bound to the bed. I also failed to hear Jason return, although I suspect that he intentionally snuck into the room to ambush me. I was caught off guard by the sudden, unexpected, unbearable tingling sensation emanating from my swollen dick. The asshole had picked up his favorite long, white, stiff-barbed feather and began stroking it up and down the super sensitive underneath side of my dick. Josh was talking when Jason’s unexpected tickling attack launched so I bit my tongue and keep from crying out.
But Jason wasn’t stopping. He kept the torturous stroking going up and down my tender shaft. The sensations were driving me crazy but I couldn’t say anything or react. I shot him the dirtiest, most threatening look I could muster while holding my breath. Fortunately, he stopped his attack just as Josh asked me a question. I sputtered a bit trying to compose myself enough to reply to his question but managed to keep my composure.
Of course, Jason wasn’t done trying to distract me. He moved the feather up to my abs and began slowly stroking it through my belly button, eventually gliding it up to my chest, where it slowly circled my swelling nipple. The feather’s touch was light enough that it tickled but not enough to make me laugh or react—just enough to be distracting—until it reached my hopelessly sensitive nips, which are hard-wired to my dick. So not only was the feather creating this unbearable tickling sensation but my dick was springing into action.
Again, I tried to shoot Jason a “cut it out, asshole!” look, while I held my breath and tried thinking awful thoughts to distract me from the growing need to let out a loud laugh. Especially because I knew it would likely be followed by me yelling for him to stop it, which would be hard to explain to my boss! Fortunately, just before I reached the point I couldn’t take any more, Jason, move the feather off of my sensitized nipple and began dragging it up my exposed side and across my tender rib cage making me squirm as Josh asked me a question. I took a deep breath, held it and carefully answered a brief “Yes, that’s right” Just enough to put the ball back in his court but not enough to cause me to lose my cool and burst out with angry laughter.
Trying to concentrate on what Josh was saying was taking every ounce of energy thanks to the surprisingly annoying and nearly unbearable light tickle attack the feather was inflicting. But when it reached my super sensitive armpit, I tensed up and had to close my eyes to keep from laughing. Jason knows how unbearably ticklish my pits are, and loves tormenting me there. Frankly, I was surprised a feather alone would tickle so badly but it did. Especially when Jason started tracing it up my astonishingly ticklish triceps. I shot my free hand over and grabbed the feather out of Jason’s hand, sticking it under my ass before he could try to grab it back from me. I gave him a devilish smile, and answered Josh’s next question, proud of myself for thwarting Jason’s attack.
He looked annoyed but not defeated as he smiled and left the room. I knew I had a short window before his next sneak attack so started trying to conclude the conversation with my boss. But Josh kept asking more questions and stretching out the conversation no matter how I tried to end it. I was so intent on trying to wrap up the conversation, I didn’t see Jason return. Suddenly, without warning, I felt an electrifying sensation on the tender sole of my left foot. I held my breath and strained my head to try to see what Jason was doing. He was holding a sauce pan in his left hand and a basting brush with his right hand, slowly stroking it up my excruciatingly ticklish sole, the most devilish, evil grin on his face. He was applying a thick, hot liquid to my sensitive barefoot…not burning hot but warmed to a point that it created an odd sensation as he slathered it on.
The nylon bristles of the basting brush tickled like hell and I twisted and moved my foot as much as the ankle cuff allowed to avoid the unbearable sensations. My foot was growing cold from the goop he was slathering on my bare feet, adding to the distracting attack on my foot. But I wasn’t prepared for what came next. He called Rover and Fido, our two large black labs who came prancing in the room, and went straight for my foot and began furiously lapping their rough tongues up the length of my helpless bare foot, gobbling up the warm substand Jason had coated my feet with.
Oh shit! It was their favorite canned dog food. They couldn’t get enough of that stuff and they were determined to lick up every drop of it from my super sensitive soles. The tickling sensations were unbearable and I couldn’t stop myself from losing it. “Noooo…ahaaaaaaa..a.aaa…..!” I cried out in despair, all of the pent-up laughter from the last 20 minutes spewing out. “Jason! Cut it out!” I cried out desperately, knowing I had to get control again since my boss was watching my reactions on screen.
“Dude!” Josh called out. “What the hell is going on?!”
“Sorry…..Josh……hahaaaaa….it’s Jason!” I tried explaining when I could catch my breath, the dogs finally having polished off every drop of dog food from my poor sole. Jason moved to the head of the bed and bent down into position until he could see Josh on the screen.
“Hey, Josh!” he called out in a friendly tone. “How’s it going?”
“Um, okay, I guess until Luke just lost his shit!” he answered with a laugh. “What in the hell are you doing to him, Jace?” Josh and Jason were old friends. That’s how I landed this job. Jason introduced us last year. They also share an interest in BDSM, each being the dom in their relationships, with Jason tying and tormenting me regularly, and Josh tying up and tormenting his super-hot boyfriend Justin.
“Well, Josh, unfortunately Luke lost a bet last night. A really big bet and he lost badly. Soooo I had no choice but to punish him today. You probably couldn’t tell he’s tied up, could you?” he said with a laugh, grabbing the iPad and twisting it to the side so my boss could see that my left wrist was bound and my torso vulnerable.
“Jesus, Jason!” I sputtered. “Josh is my fucking boss! You don’t need to show him me tied up.” Jason, being the asshole he is, ignored my plea and flipped the iPad around so Josh could see how my feet were also tied up, legs spread apart. I hoped like hell he didn’t get my dick in the picture, swollen and standing at attention thanks to the cock ring. This was so humiliating. I’d always kept a professional relationship with Josh, rarely discussing our personal lives since he knew the truth about Jason and me and the interest we shared.
“No, Luke, I’m glad he shared the truth with me. And oh, boy, sure looks like you’re in for some serious punishment, man!” he said with an evil laugh. The dude was probably already sporting wood, totally getting off on my predicament. “So, Jason, what the hell did you just do to make Luke lose his shit like that?”
Jason laughed. “Well, like Justin, Luke is insanely ticklish on most of his body. So I usually take advantage of that weakness when I have to inflict my most serious punishment. I think tickle torture is the most unbearable torment for Luke. Worse than pain even!”
“Geez, man, it’s the same for Justin…he can’t stand to be tickle tortured!” I was shocked to hear that Justin is as ticklish as I am. He’s not your average sub…six-foot-tall, really lean and muscular, super masculine and confident, sexy hairy chest and abs, athletic as hell…a real man’s man. I’ve had trouble wrapping my head around the idea that my boss Josh—who is a decent looking guy, in decent shape but otherwise fairly average and a lot shorter than Justin at only 5’9”—regularly convinces this tough, hunky dude to submit to him and not the other way around. Although as a switch hitter myself who occasionally likes to be the one in control, I do find the idea of tying Justin up and tickling the shit out of him pretty damned hot!
“Sorry for interrupting your business call with Luke, Josh. Just couldn’t resist taking advantage of his predicament, as you can imagine,” Jason confessed with a wink. “I’ll let you guys get back to work.”
Before Jason could retreat, Josh blurted out, “Wait, Jace! Dude, you can’t just leave me hanging like this. You know how hot I find tickle torture. You GOTTA’ tell me what spot or technique just got such a crazy reaction out of Luke?” Jason laughed out loud, pleased that Jason was interested.
“Hell, Dude, let me show you!” Jason answered with an evil smile, grabbing the iPad from its mount and moving to the foot of the bed, setting the iPad beside my bound bare feet and propped up on the cover stand, so my boss would have a clear view of Jason tormenting my poor, sensitive feet.
“Hey, wait Jace! This isn’t right! Not my boss!” I pleaded. They just laughed, knowing I had zero control over the situation.
“I heated up our dogs’ favorite canned dog food and then spread it all over his soles like this,” Jason explained, stroking the basting brush up and down my soles to coat them with a thick layer of meaty, moist dog food. I started to giggle as soon the basting brush was stroking up and down my bare feet, my feet wiggling and helpless thanks to the cuffs secured tightly around my ankles. But when the dogs attacked my poor soles with their long, rough tongues lapping up and down the length of both bound feet, I really lost it, roaring with desperate laughter. The unbearable sensations overwhelmed my brain and I soon forgot that Jason had an audience for my torture. All I could do was yank futilely at my restraints, roar with laughter and eventually beg him for mercy.
“Pleeeeeaaaase!” I cried out mixed with laughter. “Stoooooppp!” But I knew that my pleading was only turning Jason on, and encouraging him to apply more dog food. I realized everyone at my feet—Jason, Josh and the dogs—was in heaven at my experiencing a hellish torment. Unfortunately, while some guys’ feet become less sensitive after they’re tickled for a while, for some damned reason mine don’t! Jason knows it too so he loves to launch five-minute, non-stop tickle attacks on my poor soles.
“Holy shit!” Josh commented after Jason stopped applying dog food and the dogs finally left my feet alone. “You are fucking merciless, dude! I LOVE it!” Ugh, I was right—Josh was totally getting off on this. Probably had hard on in hand, office door locked, while he stroked himself and enjoyed watching Jason tickle torture me.
“Thanks, man,” Jason replied with a big grin. “The other nice byproduct of having the dogs slobbering all of Luke’s feet is that it lubricates them nicely so I can follow that with a little finger action like this.” Jason began dancing his fingers up and down both of my wet soles, the nails gliding effortlessly across my sensitized skin thanks to the dog slobber coating them. I cried out with laughter and was forced to endure another full minute of tickle torture on my lubricated, super ticklish feet before he stopped.
“Man, nothing like a really ticklish pair of bare feet,” Josh said with a laugh. “Unless his pits are also ticklish. That’s a HUGE weak spot for Justin.” For a second, I was lost in the thought of Justin’s massive hollows of hairy armpits (thanks to his massive, muscular arms) being super ticklish, and how hot it would be to get a shot at tickling those mothers.
“Shit, man, same for Luke!” Jason blurted out to my boss. “Here, I’ll show you,” he said with a chuckle as he picked up the iPad and attached it to the holder above my head, positioning it so my entire torso was in view of Josh.
“C’mon, guys!” I pleaded. “This is just wrong on so many levels.” How could I ever face my boss again in the office after this. Then, without warning, Jason grabbed the uncuffed wrist of my right hand and stretched my arm up and out to the upper corner of the bed, securing my wrist and rendering me completely helpless and spread eagle for his next wave of tickle torture. I tried my best to pull loose from Jason’s grip and prevent him from securing it, but he had leverage over me by being above me. Not to mention that Jason is a pretty strong, muscular dude, so it wasn’t much of a battle for him to cuff my wrist against my will.
“Geez, Luke, I knew you were in decent shape but I didn’t realize you have such a fine, lean, muscular torso!” Josh observed out loud. “And nice matte of hair on your chest and flat abs, Dude. Love that look.” I just closed my eyes, trying to ignore the incredibly surreal and uncomfortable experience of having my boss critique my physique and oogle my hairy chest. Jason yanked his shirt off, delivering Josh an even hotter scene, since Jason also has a rockin’ hot bod with an even hairier chest and washboard abs. Jason climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist, pinning my torso to the bed. He loved to mount me in this position because it restricts my movement, while giving him full access to my hopelessly ticklish pits, ribs and abs. It also allows him to lean back so that my dick rubs against his body, ensuring he has me rock hard while getting me even more turned on and closer to shooting while he tickles the shit out of me.
Without a word, Jason launched a vicious tickling attack on my exposed and vulnerable hairy armpits, using all ten of his fingers. My pits are so damned ticklish that I have zero willpower to hold back my reaction when he launches a full-on tickling attack like this. I totally lost it, mixing my uncontrollable laughter with yells for him to stop. It was pure hell for me. Of course he smiled with satisfaction, fully enjoying how badly he was tormenting me. And so did Josh, the voyer he was thanks to the iPad. While it was humiliating, it was also oddly hot being mercilessly tickle tortured like this while my boss watched and stroked himself.
After several minutes of non-stop tickle torture of my pits, Josh asked, “What about his ribs, Jace?”
“Shit yeah!” he answered with a laugh, and moved his skilled hands to my rib cage, expertly kneading every rib with the right touch to inflict the worst possible tickle torment. “Pretty much everywhere, Josh.” He moved one hand to my abs, dancing his fingers over my quivering belly while the other hand worked my poor ribs. I was a mess. After a few minutes, he finally stopped, leaning back and letting me catch my breath. My torso was now soaked in sweat.
“Damn, Jace!” Josh finally exclaimed. “This is freakin’ hot as hell! I may never be able to look at Luke the same way after having seen you work him over like that, Dude!” he said with a laugh.
“Great,” I muttered, thinking about how awkward it would be the next day to run into Josh in the office.
“What I’m about to ask is probably crossing a line,” Josh said with a chuckle, “but hell, we’ve crossed so many already. Justin’s ultimate weak spot when it comes to tickling are his balls. How about Luke?”
“Damn!” Jason exclaimed, leaning back against my dick. “Justin and Luke must be fucking twins separated at birth!” He laughed and punctuated his comment by reaching his hand behind him, lightly tickling my super sensitive, swollen and helpless balls.
“Fuck it! Noooooo!” I yelled instinctively, dissolving into laughter. It was true that there’s no spot more ticklish than my balls, and Jason LOVED to take advantage of that fact.
“You know what really gets Luke?” Jason asked, suddenly jumping off the bed. He grabbed the iPad and set it on the bed between my legs so that my boss had a birds eye view of my balls and erect cock at attention. ‘He really hates this, man!” grabbing his favorite long, white, stiff-barbed feather, straddling my body at the waist again but this time facing my feet.
“C’mon, Jace!” I protested to no avail. I felt the unmistakably torturous feeling of the feather dancing across my insanely ticklish balls, which were immovable thanks to Jason’s body pinning mine to the bed and not allowing me to squirm away from the dancing feather. I really, really hate how badly that tickles. It delivers the most oddly unbearable tickling sensations pulsating through my loins, both tormenting and turning me on. And Jason knows it. I can’t do anything but scream with laughter and beg him to stop, which of course was sending Josh right to the edge of shooting himself.
“Fuuck!” Josh cried out, apparently losing it at the sound of my desperate laughter and pleading for mercy. Jason stopped tickling and let out a roar of laughter, satisfied at how turned on he got his bondage buddy. “Okay, buddy, I’ve got to go and…er…clean up here,” Josh finally managed to get out.
“Sure thing, man,” Jason responded. “We’ll have to do this again some time.” He reached up and pressed the end button on the Facetime session. “Alrighty, Luke, now it’s just us,” he said, turning his head to face me while stroking the feather up the sensitive underneath side of my shaft. “And I’m just getting started with your punishment for losing the bet.”
I closed my eyes in surrender, knowing that I was about to endure another hour of unbearable tickle torture mixed with edging until Jason finally decides I’ve paid for my sins and deserve to get relief for my aching cock. God how I love (and hate) these bets!
