As I walked down the hotel corridor, ice bucket in hand, a guy emerged from the elevator at the end of the hall. My interest peaked the closer he came. This dude was tall—guessing 6’2” or 6’3”—young, good looking with an impressively built body. I could tell he was in great shape thanks to his unusual outfit: tight jeans, boots and no shirt—just an unbuttoned vest displaying his muscular torso adorned in a thick coat of silky black hair cascading across his chest and down his abs. He smiled as we neared each other.
“Hey, man,” I greeted as we passed, flashing a smile of my own.
“How ya’ doing,” he replied in a deep, masculine voice. I continued down the hall, looking back to check him out, surprised to see he was doing the same to me.
“What the hell is he wearing that get up for?” I wondered as I filled my bucket. As I headed back to my room I was delighted to see him standing at the end of the hall, just outside my room, with a puzzled look and a piece of paper in his hand. He retreated down the hall toward me, looking confused or irritated—I couldn’t tell which.
“Need help?”
“Yeah…um…” he answered. “I’m looking for room 2636.”
“Hmmm…there IS no room 2636 in this hotel. My room is 2630 and it’s the last room on the floor.”
“Shit!” he muttered to himself. “That’s the room number he gave me. I wonder if I wrote it down wrong.” Despite clearly being irritated, I was struck at how fucking good looking this guy was: close-cropped black hair, neatly trimmed beard and penetrating blue eyes.
“Can you call your friend?”
“I wish, man,” he said. “But my damned phone battery ran out on my way here.”
“You can call him from my room. It’s right there,” I offered pointing toward my door.
“Are you sure man? You wouldn’t mind?” He looked genuinely grateful.
“Sure, man, no problem,” I answered walking to my door and swiping the key, trying to not act overly excited to invite him in. I couldn’t believe this Adonis was in my room and I’d get some close up views of his amazing and loosely covered body.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “This is an amazing room!”
“Thanks, man,” I said sheepishly. “I stay here a lot and for a week or two at a time, so they usually upgrade me to a suite. To be honest this is the nicest one they’ve ever given me.” The suite must have been 1,500 square feet in size, with a full living room, dining room, bar area, bedroom and two bathrooms.
“Jesus, look at this view!” he exclaimed, moving to a large wall of glass in the living room that offered a panoramic view of the city. Frankly, I thought the view of sunlight glistening on his muscular, hairy chest provided a far better view!
“You can use the phone here in the living room,” I offered. I went to the bedroom so he could make his call in private, but returned after it was obvious he didn’t get an answer. “No answer?”
“No,” he replied, looking irritated. “Would you mind letting me use your cell phone to text him?”
“I guess not,” I answered, feeling a little weird handing my phone to a stranger.
“Gosh, man, sorry to intrude on your privacy like this!” he offered, after sending the text and realizing now we would have to wait for a reply.
“It’s not a problem, really,” I replied with a smile. “Truth is I was kind of bored just hanging out watching TV. I’m stuck here this weekend, and don’t know anyone in town.” Plus, I’d be happy hanging with this hot dude all day and all night! Frankly, it was the most excitement I’d had in weeks.
“Dude, you are really cool!” he said with a big smile. “Hopefully I’ll get a reply here in a minute and be out of your hair. I’m Jake, by the way,” he said, flashing an amazing smile and extending his hand toward me. I couldn’t get over how handsome he was, like a model.
“No worries, Jake. I’m Jason. You want something to drink while you wait?” I offered after shaking his hand and walking to the minibar.
“That’s really nice of you. Any chance you have a bottle of water? It’s freakin’ hot today and I just traveled across town on bus, subway and walking. I’m feeling a little dehydrated.”
I tossed him a bottle of ice cold water. “Must be a good friend you are meeting up with, to go to that much effort on a day like today? It’s supposed to hit a hundred this afternoon.”
He smiled awkwardly. “Actually, this is a work meeting. I’ve not met this guy yet.”
“Wow, what kind of work do you do wearing that outfit?” I blurted out. He flashed a sly smile at me. That’s when it hit me. “Oh, Jesus, you’re a…” and then I paused, not sure how to finish the sentence.
“Escort,” he answered matter-of-factly, smiling at my naiveté.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “I guess I’m a little slow on the uptake, man.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m cool with it.” I smiled, trying to act nonchalant.
“I like the outfit, man. Is that what you wear to every gig?”
He smiled. “Nah, that’s what this guy requested. Something about a cowboy fantasy.”
“Well, dude, you certainly pulled it off” I said with a laugh. “So what do you think is up with this guy giving you the wrong room number? And then not answering your call or text?”
“Oh, man, I’m afraid I may have been punked on this one,” he answered, looking a bit perturbed. “This sometimes happens. I’m usually better at figuring out if the guy is for real but missed the signs this time. What sucks is it took me a fucking hour to get here, and I’m not getting that time back or the hour it’ll take me to get back home. And for me, time is money!”
“Wow, dude, that blows!” I offered. “Hey, why don’t I get you a beer. You can at least rest for a moment before you have to head back.”
“Are you sure, man? I hate to be a bother.”
“Nah, it’s no bother. Kind of nice to have someone to chat with and frankly, this is the most excitement I’ve had all weekend!” I joked. He laughed, taking me up on my offer and sitting in the easy chair.
“Man, it feels good to sit. These boots are not very comfortable for walking.” I handed him a beer and grabbed one for myself, sitting across from him on the couch, enjoying the amazing view before me. He propped his legs up on the ottoman, his boots now facing me. They looked like they had to be at least size 12 or 13; this was a dude with big feet, a real weakness for me. “So what do you do for work, man?” he asked.
I explained my job as a consultant, a job that required me to travel for weeks at a time. “How long have you been working as an escort?” I asked, finding myself intrigued by the idea of hiring him myself, especially if he had any of the weaknesses I liked to exploit in guys I hook up with.
“Couple of years now,” he replied. “I also act and model so I do this when I don’t have any gigs. And frankly, for now this pays a whole lot better than the acting!” He laughed a big, deep, masculine laugh that I found really hot. “Would you mind if I slipped off these boots, man? My feet are really killing me.”
“Of course not, make yourself comfortable.” If only he knew that I was dying to seeing what those huge feet of his looked like. I was thrilled that he returned his socked feet to the ottoman after slipping off the boots, his socked soles in full view. He sported large, manly feet with a high arch and perfect shape that was turning me on. I found my mind wandering, imagining what his bare feet look like. “So, do you have guys flake out on you or prank you like this often?”
“Not really,” he answered. “I’ve had guys who get cold feet or cancel last minute but this is pretty rare. And it wouldn’t even be that big of a big deal if I’d not travelled so far.”
“I bet, especially wearing those tight cowboy boots! That can’t be comfortable on a day this hot!” I commiserated. Just then, a thought of pure genius popped into my head. “Hey, I give a great foot massage. I’d be happy to give you a quick massage before you have to make the trek back home if it’d help.”
“Dude! Seriously?” he asked, his face lighting up at the thought. “Nah, I couldn’t ask you to do that!”
“I really don’t mind, man. I enjoy giving feet massages, and you sure look like you could use one right now.” I was dying to get a view of his bare feet and even more anxious to get my hands on them. He hesitated so I jumped up, went to the bathroom to grab a towel and some massage oil and returned to the couch, motioning for him to join me.
“You realize I’m usually the one giving a guy a massage, right?” he joked, moving to the couch.
“Stretch your legs out and put your feet in my lap,” I instructed, placing the towel across my legs. He turned sideways, placing his socked feet in my lap and grinning like a kid at his good fortune to encounter me. I took each sock and gently pulled it down his ankle and off his foot, allowing my finger tips to graze his soles as I pulled the socks up. His foot flexed reactively at the touch, and he giggled softly. “Good, he must be ticklish,” I thought to myself.
I poured oil in the palm of my hands and rubbed them together briefly. “This might be a little cool,” I warned as I slathered the oil on his soft soles. He jumped and squealed softly. I just laughed. I began gently massaging his bare feet, applying gentle pressure against his soles as he sighed, clearly enjoying the deep tissue massage on his tired feet.
“Man, you really ARE good at this!” he complimented, leaning back and placing his hands behind his head, providing an unobstructed view of his hot hairy torso and huge armpits formed by massive biceps and triceps. Between my hands slathering oil on his beautiful, manly, feet and my eyes drinking in the view of his amazing body, I sprang a major hard on.
“Thanks. That’s quite a compliment coming from a professional like you!” I teased. He laughed a deep, throaty laugh. “You know, you look really familiar to me. Have you acted in something I would’ve seen you in before?” I asked. I don’t think I’d forget his amazing hairy and muscular torso.
“Not likely!” he responded with a laugh. “Mostly been doing corporate work, a few commercials and a few obscure adult websites.” And then it clicked for me.
“Dude, that’s it!” I blurted out without thinking. “You’ve modeled for Feet Bros!”
“You KNOW Feet Bros? I wondered if any one actually goes to that site!”
“Shit, man, it has a huge following among guys with foot fetishes. What I remembered liking about you, besides these huge bad boys,” I said, slapping the sole of one of his feet, “was that amazing hairy torso of yours.”
“Geez, man, it’s nice to meet a fan! And what a crazy, random way for us to meet?” he said with a laugh and a wink. “And when you saw me on that website did you ever imagine I’d be sitting next to you on a couch with my feet in your lap!”
“Well, yes actually!” I said with a laugh. “Only I was jacking off while I was thinking about it. Dude, you have hot feet!”
“Yeah? Thanks, man. I’ve hooked up with some guys who have a foot fetish and they generally like my feet, I think because they are so damned big and I keep them in pretty good shape.”
“Definitely!” I offered. “What size are these bad boys?”
“Twelve and a half.”
“Nice, man. You must take great care of them. You have really soft soles and beautiful arches,” I added, stroking my finger nail up his sole to punctuate my comment. His foot jumped and sole wriggled, and he laughed out loud.
“Be careful, dude, they’re also really ticklish!” he blurted out. That was music to my ears.
“Dude, seriously are you telling me that a big, muscular jock like you can’t take a little kitchy, kitchy koo like this?” I teased, dancing my fingers up his lubricated sole and flashing a devilish smile.
“Ahaaaha, cut that out!” he cried out with a laugh, yanking his foot back. Thankfully he wasn’t annoyed, just surprised at my playful attack as he flashed a curious smile at me. He put his feet back in my lap and as much as I wanted to tickle him some more, I didn’t want to scare him off so I returned to giving him a relaxing massage.
“Hey, man, listen. You’ve been really cool to help me out this afternoon. I’d like to repay you,” he offered, his amazing blue eyes and unbelievably handsome smile mesmerizing me. “I normally charge $250 an hour for my services, but as a thank you and since I’ve come all this way and hate to go home empty handed, I’d be happy to return the favor with my services for just a hundred bucks. I give an amazing blow job. Or I could give your feet a nice tongue bath.”
“Wow, that’s an interesting offer!” I replied, a sly smile on my face. “I’ve never hired a male escort before. But you ARE pretty damned hot and you’re stretched out here on my couch. Hard to pass up an opportunity like this. And you were one of my favorite models on Foot Bros! But I’m more interested in YOUR feet, though, than you servicing mine.”
“Ah, bro, that’s cool. I find it hot to have a dude service my feet, even though sometimes it can tickle like a mother, especially if you work your tongue between my toes!”
“You mean, like this?” I teased, as I picked up his ankle, plunged his toes in my mouth and began dancing my tongue between his big toe and second toe.
“Yess ahhhhaaaa!” he cried out, mixed with laughter. But surprisingly he didn’t yank his foot way, allowing me to work my tongue on his toes for about 10 seconds until the sensations became too much to take. “Ah fuck, man!” he said, laughing a deep, hearty laugh and catching his breath. “I TOLD you I’m ticklish!”
“Must have been hard to film that foot worship scene from Foot Bros, then?”
“Oh, man, we had to shoot it several times because it drove me crazy every time the dude would start licking my soles or working his tongue between my toes. I couldn’t get through it without becoming hysterical with laughter. It was really unbearable at times!” he said laughing.
“I bet! I think it would be fun as hell to play with you, man.”
“Then you want to take me up on my offer?” he asked hopefully.
“You bet. But…do you ever let a client tie you up?” I asked hesitantly, hoping I wouldn’t scare him off. He didn’t hesitate.
“I have, as long as I’m comfortable it’s a safe situation and you’re not a homicidal maniac!” he responded with a laugh. Then his face suddenly turned serious. “Hold on…you don’t want to tie me up so you can TICKLE me do you?!”
“Maybe,” I said, flashing an evil smile. “My biggest turn on is to get a muscular, masculine dude like you tied up, so I can explore your body and find all of your ticklish spots.” I punctuated my comment by dancing my fingertips up his sole. He laughed and yanked his foot out of my reach.
“Ah fuck dude!” he responded. “I don’t know. I can’t STAND to be tickled. Seriously! I’m insanely ticklish—and EVERYWHERE, not just my feet!”
“Geez, now you’re just trying to turn me on, man!” I said with a laugh. He laughed too.
“Nah, like I mean being tickled really is TORTURE for me. In fact, I usually list it upfront as a limit when I agree to a bondage scene,” he explained, shaking his head back and forth. “So now you’re telling me you want me to allow you to tie me up so that you can tickle the shit out of me? Like tickle torture me?”
I nodded, my swollen dick tingling to hear this stud talk like that. He sighed. I could tell he was contemplating my request, not wanting to walk away empty handed but also not sure he could handle my scene. I decided to keep my mouth shut, remembering a line in sales training once about the next person to talk in a situation like this loses the negotiation.
“Jesus, Jason, I don’t know. That’s a big ask. I mean…Bro!...I’m really fucking ticklish!”
“Dude, would you quit teasing me like that?” I exclaimed with a laugh. “I can give you a safe word so if it gets to be too much to take, you can use the safe word and I’ll stop immediately and give you a chance to catch your breath. And I won’t just be tickle torturing you the WHOLE time…I also like to mix it up with some light, teasing strokes including some cock teasing, cum control and edging.”
I could tell he was debating whether to agree to my offer, his foot flexing in my lap as I said the word edging. “Okay, man, I guess we can give it a try. But I normally charge a premium for a scene like this. There’s no way I can do THIS for a discounted amount. I’d have to charge the full $250. Normally, I’d have to charge more like $350!”
“Deal,” I answered, a huge smile overtaking my face as I imagined having this dude tied spread-eagle and at my mercy. I jumped up off the couch to get things ready.
“Hold your horses!” he said with a laugh. “There’s one demand of you I have.” I held my breath, hoping it wouldn’t be a deal breaker. “As you can imagine, in this line of work the guys who HAVE to pay for sex are often not exactly Adonis material. In fact, some guys are kind of fat or ugly or both.” We both laughed. “But not you. You’re actually kind of hot, from what I can tell with your clothes on.”
“Aw, shucks, man!” I said, my face turning red. “That’s quite the compliment coming from a stud like you! But what do my looks have to do with me tickling you?”
“Well, my demand is you have to strip down to your underwear!” he said, those piercing blue eyes and teasing smile making my dick jump.
“So let me get this straight. You want ME to strip so I can tie YOU up and tickle you?” I said, rather puzzled.
“Yeah, man,” he answered. “Hell, if I’m going to have endure tickle torture from a hot guy like you, I want to at least get some good eye candy and enjoy the view as I curse and scream at you!” We both laughed.
I smiled and yanked my t-shirt off. “Shall we get started?” He laughed and nodded, and we moved to the bedroom. He hit the head while I finished stripping to my boxers and attached my ropes and cuffs to the four corners of my king-sized bed. One of the things I loved about this hotel was that they still used four-poster beds—rare in hotels any more—making it a cinch to rig up a dude in a spread-eagle bondage position.
“Alright, man, how do you want ME dressed for this scene?” he asked as he emerged from the bathroom.
“In your birthday suit,” I replied with a smile.
“Of course,” he answered, with a smug smile, removing his vest, shoes, jeans and socks and jockey underwear, his dick springing free. I nodded and motioned him to the bed. He laid his massive, muscular body on the bed into position, instinctively raising his arms above his head and toward the corners of the bed. I attached the cuff to his right wrist, pulled it snug and fastened it into place. I could feel the excitement as I soaked in the view of this dude’s hairy, muscular body stretched out before me on the bed as I moved to the other side, a tent forming in my boxers.
“Apparently you like what you see!” he teased and winked. I couldn’t help but notice his dick also starting to rise to the occasion.
“And apparently you as well!” I teased back.
“Oh yeah, man! You have a rockin’ body. And the hairy chest and abs are a nice touch.”
“Thanks, man. And right back atcha’…I’m a sucker for a muscular dude with a nice hairy chest and abs like yours. Too many bodybuilders want to shave or wax all of that beautiful hair off. What a waste!”
“No kidding! I believe you should own it. If you’re a masculine, hirsute dude, just own it and be proud of it. I’ve never seen chest hair as ugly or covering muscle, but rather part of my masculinity.”
“Amen, brotha’,” I responded, moving into position to secure his left wrist to the cuff. “So do you have friends who know how ticklish you are and take advantage?” He laughed.
“A few have figured it out over the years and occasionally will take advantage just to see my reaction. Like if I’ve got my arms up for some reason, I have this one buddy Eric who loves to come up behind me and grab me in the ribs. Catches me off guard every time. One time I whirled around so fast I almost punched him!” he said with a laugh as I tightened and secured the leather strap around his wrist.
“Got it, so ribs are a weak spot for you!” I teased, laughing as I poked his exposed rib cage. He squirmed instinctively and laughed. “Any more tips you’d care to share?” I asked with a wink.
“Nah, man. That’s the only secret I’m sharing. The rest you’re gonna’ have to figure out on your own.”
“Don’t worry, I’m very good at what I do and have a lot of patience to break down even the toughest dude,” I said teasingly, as I move to the foot of the bed. “My experience is that everyone has an Achilles heel when it comes to tickling! Or sometimes an Achilles foot!” I teased as I stroked my finger up his bare sole. He laughed and pulled his foot away from my touch.
“We’ll see,” he said with a wink as I grabbed both of his ankles and yanked his body down toward the foot of the bed to ensure his arms are fully extended and pits and sides have maximum vulnerability. “I’m pretty tough, and I don’t like to give the top the satisfaction of knowing when you’re getting to me,” he said with a wink.
“Hmmm, that sounds like a challenge?” I said with a laugh. “Challenge accepted. Oh, speaking of which, any thoughts on what your safe word should be, in case you find yourself surprised at just how good I am at this tickle torture thing and you aren’t tough enough to handle it?”
He laughed, enjoying our teasing banter. “You know what, Dude? Bring it on! I don’t need a safe word. I’m confident I can endure whatever you do.” I couldn’t help but notice both of our dicks were perking up at our fun and hot banter.
“Oh hell, then, challenge definitely accepted!” I said with a wink and a laugh, as I pulled his left leg out to the corner of the bed and fastened the leather restraint around his ankle to hold his foot in place. “So were you tickled much as a kid? Like did you have brothers or friends who would pin you down and tickle the shit out of you?”
“Nah. Truth is I was far more likely to be the one pinning buddies down and tickling the shit out of them,” he said with a laugh. “I was usually taller and stronger than other kids my age. Even in my work, I’m most often the one in control in bondage scene. It’s pretty rare that I agree to bottom.”
I pulled his right leg out to the corner and fastened his ankle into the bondage position. “So when you do a bondage and discipline scene as a top, do you ever include tickling?”
“Actually, yes I do!” he said with a laugh. “If the bottom doesn’t list it as one of his limits, I usually try an unexpected stroke of my finger up my victim’s sole or pit just to see if happens to be ticklish.”
“Niiice, Dude! And if it IS one of his weaknesses, how far do you push it?” He smiled mischievously.
“Hey, Bro. I’m not one to tickle and tell,” he answered with a laugh. “But yeah, sure. Let’s face it, for a ticklish guy, being bound and helpless and tickled can be a real torture. As the top in a bondage and discipline scene, my goal is to test the bottom’s limits by taking advantage of any and all of his weaknesses. After all, that’s what turns a bottom on, right? Being pushed to his limits while helpless and out of control?”
God this guy was turning me on like crazy! He really gets the mindset of a tickle top and still he’s letting me tie him up. It was so cool to have a casual conversation about tickle torture—a major turn on and obsession for me—with this very normal, masculine, muscular dude with whom I now realize I would be in big trouble if I ever let HIM tie ME up!
“So, then you have some idea of what you’re in store for then!” I said, flashing him an evil smile as I reached down and tickled both of his now helplessly bound bare feet, catching him off guard. He laughed and instinctively yanked his legs to try to free his feet from the restraints holding him place. His cock was standing fully erect, as was mine pressing against my cotton boxers. “Dude, do you get off on being tickled?” I teased, motioning at his raging hard on.
“Fuck, dude! I get turned on by most things sexual, but definitely bondage, even when I’m the one tied up. Perhaps that’s because it almost never happens,” he added with a laugh.
“Sweet, man! Let’s get this started then. And don’t worry, I’ll definitely give your cock and balls some attention along the way,” I added with a devious smile. He squirmed a little, testing his restraints, his dick bouncing as he pondered what was to come. I was so tempted to start with his rigid cock and swollen balls using one of my trusty feathers but decided to make him squirm a bit first. “But since I’m down here, might as well start with these soft size ‘twelve and halfs’ of yours. Such a shame they are so damned ticklish!” I taunted as I began dancing my fingers up and down both of his helpless soles.
This time he knew it was coming, so he managed to control his reaction, tensing his body while his feet squirmed, but not laughing. I knew it was just a matter of time before he lost it so I continued my non-stop, methodical exploration of his amazing bare feet. The longer the torment lasted, the more difficult it was becoming for him to keep his composure. He was holding his breath, his lips pursed and eyes closed, probably trying to think of ANYTHING but how badly he wanted to laugh. He even shook his head in frustration occasionally and grunted, desperate to not give me the satisfaction of making him laugh and lose it yet knowing he couldn’t take it much longer. Perhaps a little taunting would help. “Dude, c’mon, you know you can’t stand this and want to laugh so fucking bad! Just let it out!”
“Fuck you!” he managed to growl through his gritted teeth, desperate to not give in. I could tell he was close to losing the battle. I just kept up my steady attack, alternating stroking techniques and stroke speed. I even moved my dancing fingertips to the sides of his feet, tops, between his toes, and back to his soles so he couldn’t get used to one approach.
His face was turning red and he looked desperate to give in to the sensations and cry out, yanking desperately at the ropes holding his wrists and ankles while he squirmed. “C’mon Bro, just let go!” I thought to myself. He finally reached his limit and let out the loudest, most desperate and deep roar of laughter along with a frustrated “Fuuuuuuck!” I almost shot my load. This dude was making this such a hot scene. I kept tickling, totally getting off on watching him thrashing madly at his ropes, laughing uncontrollably and pleading for mercy with his deep, blue, penetrating eyes. My dick was now fully engorged and oozing precum against my boxers as I soaked in the satisfying sight of this big, muscular dude so desperate and helpless.
“Pleeeeeease, Jason!” he cried out after a couple more minutes of my assault. “I need a break!” I laughed.
“You mean you want me to show you some mercy?” I asked coldly. He shook his head vigorously, his eyes looking at me so pitifully while he laughed and howled. I kept up my tickling attack for about 30 seconds until I finally stopped, giving him a chance to catch his breath. I grabbed a water bottle and gave him a little sip to help him recover.
“Fuck dude!” he finally managed to get out. “You are EVIL!” We both laughed.
“Yeah, I know,” I answered smugly. “Although I can’t help but notice it still didn’t make you completely lose your hard on!” He was still fairly hard. He just smiled, and his dick actually started perking up again. “Oh man, now it’s taunting me!” I said with a laugh, as I stroked my index fingertip up the sensitive underneath side of his shaft. He let out a sigh and squirmed at my touch. “I’m dying to find out how ticklish these balls of yours are,” I added, dancing my fingertips across his swollen balls. He jumped with surprise and began laughing and squirming, confirming his balls were indeed ticklish. “But first,” I explained, pulling my fingers away from his balls, “I have to find out how ticklish your freaking hot torso is!”
I climbed up on the bed, straddling his torso at his waist, pinning his upper body firmly to the bed. I couldn’t believe how fucking lucky I’d hit it! This dude was unbelievably good looking, with just the right amount of facial hair and deep penetrating eyes. To be straddling his rockin’ body covered in a sexy matte of black hair was a dream come true.
“Man, I don’t know if you can appreciate how hot this is for me!” he said. Shit, it was like he read MY mind! “In this line of business, hooking up with a hot dude is pretty rare. Let’s face it, you guys don’t really NEED to hire someone to have sex with you. So to be looking up at your nice, lean body is making this torture all worth it!” We both laughed. I was flattered that this stud was finding ME hot. “Like you, I have a thing for hairy chests and yours is very nice.”
“Wow, man, I’m so fucking flattered!” I stuttered. “I wouldn’t mind having a lush matte like yours,” I added, stroking my fingers through the hair of his chest. “Mine pales in comparison!” I said with a laugh.
“Ah, bro, you have a great hairy chest. Yeah, it’s not as thick as mine but it’s super sexy and the way the hair cascades down your flat abs like that, you should give modeling a try yourself!” he said with a laugh.
“Ah, man, you’re gonna’ make me blush!” I laughed. “Personally, I love how the hair cascades down YOUR six-pack abs, man.” I punctuated my comments by stroking my fingers through the matte of hair covering his abs. His stomach spasmed uncontrollably as my fingertips danced across his abs, hitting that invisible line that seems to really get to guys. “Which is apparently another ticklish spot for you!” I announced as I began dancing my fingertips across his abs intentionally making them spasm and jump. He squirmed and giggled but didn’t really lose it. I tried applying some pressure with my fingertips in a few spots and that seemed to elicit a stronger reaction.
Eventually I worked my hands down to the region just above his hips, wrapping my fingers around his torso so my thumbs were pressing gently into his abs and my other fingers were squeezing his sides with just enough pressure to tickle but not enough to hurt. That produced a much stronger reaction, causing Jake to laugh out loud and begin squirming wildly at the sensations. He was giving me quite a ride as I straddled his body. I kept this up for a minute or two before sliding my fingers up his sides toward his exposed rib cage.
“Dude, I LOVE your tattoos!” I complemented. His body was inked with a beautifully flowing design starting near his hip and running up his side, flaring out across his entire left rib cage. A sun-like design was tattooed on his right rib cage. “I know this isn’t the case but somehow I can’t help but imagine a ticklish guy like you squirming when the tattoo artist paints on this intricate design all over your poor rib cage!” I teased, my fingernail tracing the pattern across his ribs causing him to squirm and but not intense enough to laugh.
“Yeah, getting a tattoo definitely doesn’t tickle, Bro!” he said with a laugh. “It actually hurts like hell.” He paused and smiled, adding, “Although you’d probably like to hear that the artist first traced the design using a pen to draw it on my skin, and the sensation of that needlepoint ink tip dancing across my tender rib cage tickled like a mother!”
“Dude! You KNOW that gives me wood!” I laughed, giving his rib cage a playful squeeze in retaliation. He laughed.
“Yeah, I think I frustrated the artist because I had trouble not squirming and laughing while he painted on the design and I kept making him mess up the design he was drawing.”
“Perhaps I should advise the artist on how to do it…like first, you need to be tied up tight like this so your movement is limited. And for good measure straddle your body and pin your waist down to the bed to keep you from moving a whole lot!” He laughed at the idea.
“Yeah, definitely no bondage was involved in the making of this tattoo!”
“Shame, dude! ‘Cause if so, then he could’ve punished you for messing up his design. Like this!” I began kneading his vulnerable ribs with my fingertips, gently apply pressure as I counted out each of his ribs. He squirmed from the ticklish sensations and he tried to hold back the laughter but after just five seconds of my rib work, he broke and roared with uncontrolled laughter. Which of course only encouraged me so I sped up my attack on his rib cages and settled in for a bit of a ride as his body bucked wildly and he yanked desperately at the ropes holding his body vulnerably at my mercy while he roared with laughter.
“Fuuuuck!” he cried out after a full minute of tickling, winded from laughing and thrashing his body. At times he almost thew me off his body as he thrashed tried desperately to free himself. “Sto-o-op!” he pleaded. I kept working his ribs for another thirty seconds before stopping toi give him a break. It took him a good minute to catch his breath. “Bro!” he finally managed to get out. “When you launch a tickling attack like that, you really push me to my limits.”
“Ah, buddy, I seriously doubt it!” I said with a chuckle, my fingertips resuming a light tickling of his sides as they explored his tattoos. “I think you’ll learn today how much tougher you are than you knew.” I allowed my fingers to begin moving up his sides, leaving the rib cage area.
His eyes nervously followed my fingers moving up his side, aware I was heading toward an area even more ticklish than his ribs: his pits. So instead—and to remind him I’m in control—I allowed my fingertips to take a detour across his chest to his nipples, where they started dancing super lightly across his quickly swelling nipples. It's a touch I’ve perfected over the years that tickles the nips ever-so-lightly and arouses a victim while inflicting a maddening itching sensation.
Clearly it worked on Jake, as he squirmed and began to giggle and squeal. “Ah, so you have sensitive nips I see!” I teased as I kept up the steady, maddening tickling assault on his now huge nipples.
“Oh my God I can’t stand it!” he blurted out among his laughter. Suddenly I felt something slap against my back. I looked behind me and saw that his dick was now fully engorged and swinging around from all of his squirming, gently slapping against my back.
“Hmmm…looks like your nips are hard wired to your dick!” I said with a laugh, reaching behind my back with one hand to tickle the sensitive underneath side of his shaft while my other hand continued to tickle his nip.
“Yessss!” he cried out, laughing and squirming even harder.
“Oh boy, can’t wait to break out my feathers then!” I teased. “But first, man, I HAVE to check out these enormous pits of yours.” I immediately moved both hands to his pits, leaning forward to dance my fingers through the hair lining his armpits. I caught him off guard with the quick change of position; he lost it, letting out a long peel of loud, deep, masculine throaty laughing yanking futilely at the restraints holding his wrists above his head and leaving his poor pits helpless and vulnerable to tickling attack.
My suspicions were confirmed: his pits were one of his biggest weak spots. I usually find that to be the case with these big, muscular bodybuilder dudes. They are caught off guard at just how unbearably ticklish their pits are. And I LOVE how when I restrain their huge arms above their head it exposes their enormous, sexy and unprotected armpits in what seems like an endless mass of unbearably sensitive skin vulnerable to tickle attack.
My dick was now fully engorged and pressing against my boxers, oozing precum. I settled in for a nice, long, merciless tickle attack, exploring the deep hollows of his pits and occasionally sliding my dancing fingertips up his super sensitive triceps just to keep him off balance. He roared with laughter and begged me to stop. But begging just turns me on and makes me want to tickle him even more. I must have tickled his pits non-stop for three or four minutes—his voice hoarse from laughter as he screamed, begged and pleaded for a break.
I finally took pity and stopped my tickling attack, dismounting from his body to retrieve a small leather bag out of my suitcase. Jake gulped for air and tried to regain his breath and the ability to speak again after my intense tickle attack on his poor pits. I returned to the bed, sitting beside his bound body.
“Holy shit!” he finally blurted out. “That was really bad, man. You can be such an asshole!” he added, with a laugh.
“Geez, that’s one of the nicest things you’ve said to me!” I replied, also laughing. “I just can’t resist a pair of ticklish pits, and yours are about as ticklish as they come, buddy!”
“Dude, please tell me it’s been an hour?” he asked hopefully.
“Um, 22 minutes actually.”
“Fuuuuck!” he replied with a sigh, realizing he was only a third of the way through his ordeal.
“This next part won’t be so bad,” I assured, pulling a couple of long, white, stiff-barbed feathers from the pouch. His eyes grew wide as my feather aimed for his elbow. I touched the tip to his skin and dragged it slowly down his vulnerable, sensitive tricep to his armpit where it circled his entire pit and then slid back up his tricep to his elbow. He began to giggle and squirm as I repeated the trek of the feather back and forth, pit to elbow. It tickled but not nearly as bad as my last attack; it really just annoyed the hell out of him.
When I finally allowed the long, white-stiff-barbed feather to continue past his pit to his nipple, his reaction changed to a higher-pitched, more intense laugh as my feather repeatedly circled and tickled his quickly hardening nipple.
“Dude, stop it!” he cried out in that same high pitch as his laughter. I glanced down at his crotch and noticed his dick was standing at full attention now as a result of my teasing his hopelessly sensitive nips.
“Gee, wonder how bad it would be if I tickled BOTH of your swollen nips, Jake?” I taunted as I moved the second feather to his left nipple. He squealed in desperation and squirmed as much as the ropes allowed trying to avoid the torturous sensations of the two feathers circling his nips methodically. I was getting a major hard on watching this handsome, muscular stud squirm with just the touch of a couple of feathers, his dick sticking straight up and swinging around.
“Oh my God, that tickles like a mother…but it’s fucking turning me on too!” he cried out.
“See, I told you this part wouldn’t be as bad as it was when I was tickling your pits. Although I COULD go back to tickling your pits if you prefer” I teased.
“Nooooo! Please!” he protested with a laugh. It was time to find out just how ticklish his crotch is. I allowed both feathers to slide from his pits, down his sides and back across to his abs. His abs contracted involuntarily as the feathers slid through the hair covering his washboard abs. He giggled when I dipped one of the feathers into his belly button, so I kept that up for about 30 seconds before I let the feathers glide down his abs toward his crotch. He strained his head to see where the feathers were headed, probably anticipating the feathers reaching his sensitive cock and balls. Once again, wanting to remind him who’s in charge, I instead bypassed his crotched and slid the feathers to his legs and down his inner thighs.
“Ahhahhaahah!” he cried out, his legs yanking wildly against the restraints holding his ankles in place trying to avoid the ticklish sensations of the feathers dancing across his ultra-sensitive thighs. I tickled his thighs and the backs of his legs for about 30 seconds before gliding the feathers up to his vulnerable balls. “Fuuuuuck!” he cried out as soon as the feathers began to dance across his super sensitive balls, but I kept up the non-stop tickle attack with both feathers. “Noooooooo!” he protested, his voice becoming quite shrill as I tickled his balls with both feathers. When the tickling didn’t stop, he began squirming madly and yanking his legs in a desperate attempt to move his balls away from my torturous tickling sensations.
“Dude! This might be your most ticklish spot yet!” I exclaimed giddily. Tired of chasing his bouncing balls around the bed, I swung my leg up over his torso and positioned my body at his waist facing his feet, using my weight to pin his body down to the bed and limit his ability to squirm away from my dancing feathers. I couldn’t help notice from this position staring straight down at his fully erect cock, it was obvious that the feathers weren’t just tickling his balls but also were arousing him. And now I had unfettered access to his ticklish balls. I resumed my two-pronged feather tickle assault on his swollen balls and he lost it, suddenly realizing how much less control he had, and unable to escape a single tortuous touch of my long, white, stiff-barbed feathers grazing unbearably against his super-sensitive skin.
I looked down and noticed that my own dick was also fully erect now, a wet spot forming as my dickhead rubbed against my soft cotton boxers stretched to the max from my hard on. I couldn’t believe how hot this session had become, nor could I believe how fucking ticklish his balls were. The non-stop tickle attack was pushing him to his limits so gave him a slight break, sliding one feather up the sensitive underneath side of his engorged shaft and the other feather grazing up the top side of his shaft and back down, repeating this slowly and nonstop in perfect unison.
The “feather jacking” of his cock also tickled, as evidenced by his dick bouncing and twitching uncontrollably, but it wasn’t the same intense, unbearable sensations he felt from the feathers tickling his uber sensitive balls. The precum oozing from the slit in his cockhead also confirmed it was turning him on. “Those feathers feel so fuckin’ weird on my dick, man!” he exclaimed breathlessly. “It tickles like a mother but it’s also turning me on. Jesus, it’s like a feather fuck!”
We both laughed at that phrase. “Makes me wonder if your dick is so sensitive I can make you cum with just these feathers?” I teased. “Maybe if I give your head a little more attention.” I allowed the feathers to graze all the way up and across his sensitive cockhead, swirling across and around itbefore sliding back down his shaft. Each time the feathers touched his aroused cockhead he uttered a quiet gasp and his cock bounced reflexively.
After a minute of this, I grabbed his rigid shaft with one hand and swirled both feathers just around and across his cockhead, occasionally sliding it along the ridge underneath the head. He squirmed and giggled, the feathers delivering a mind-boggling mix of tickling sensations and extreme arousal.
“I’ve got an idea!” I exclaimed, jumping off the bed and returning to my stache of tickle tools for a couple of more implements. I returned to his side and grabbed his dick with one hand while I used a small makeup brush with really firm bristles all over his cockhead tand o tickle the sensitive ridge underneath. Clearly the brush tickled more than the feathers because he started to laugh out loud and squirm even more.
“Dude! That t-t-t-tickles!” he cried out, clearly surprised how ticklish his cockhead could get. I continued brushing his cockhead for about a minute.
“Hmmm…well if THAT tickles, I bet it will REALLY tickle these balls of yours!” I taunted, dragging the brush down to his swollen balls and tickling them with the makeup brush. He lost it, crying out with laughter and squirming hard to try to prevent me from getting access to his ridiculously ticklish balls. So once again I threw my leg back over his body, sat facing his cock and balls and pinning his body firmly to the bed, settling in for a major tickle torment of his uber sensitive balls, applying the make-up brush in one hand and a paint brush in my other for twice the sensation.
“No! Haaahahahhahahahahahha!” he cried out desperately as the tickling torment amped up. “Pleeeeease! Stop!” he begged between his laughter. I continued my non-stop tickling attack of his balls for several minutes until he was gasping for air and begging for a break.
“Sure, man,” I finally said, climbing off his body and letting him catch his breath.
“Shit, Jason!” he finally managed to get out after a minute. “I’ve always known my balls were ticklish, but damn! I’ve never had anyone really tickle them non-stop like that. I had no idea how unbearably ticklish they are. You‘re fucking killing me, man!” We both laughed.
“I have to admit, man, few people have balls as ticklish as yours, I just can’t help myself!” I replied with a laugh. “Trust me, I know how bad it can be because my balls are just as ticklish as yours!”
“So what you’re saying is that you and I are both in the 1%?” he asked with a chuckle. “Shit, then let’s swap places so I can get revenge!” Again, we both laughed heartily, enjoying the banter.
“No worries, I’ll give you a break. Let’s see how these brushes feel on your bare feet!” I teased, moving to the foot of the bed. I proceeded to tickle his feet with the paintbrush and makeup brush for five minutes non-stop. I got the best reactions when I tickled between his toes or right along the ridge of his foot right below his toes. I moved to his torso and found every spot where the brushes succeeded in making him lose his shit. His belly button, nips and pits proved to be major hot spots but I elicited plenty of squirming and giggling when I applied them to his abs, ribs and even neck and ears!
“Jason, isn’t the hour up yet?” he pleaded after a few minutes of upper body tickling.
“Sorry, man, you got 10 minutes left,” I answered with a smile.
“Seriously?! You sure?” he questioned, looking pitiful.
“Oh yeah!” I answered with a laugh. “And I’ve saved the best for last!” I taunted, a gleam in my eye as I moved to my bag and removed an electric toothbrush, something that had succeeded in breaking the toughest of guys but guys as ticklish as Jake? “This will make him beg like a girl!” I thought to myself, sitting on the end of the bed between his feet. I flicked the switch, the brushes spinning and vibrating, and placed it against his heel slowly dragging the brushes rotating at an unbearable speed to torment his soft soles as I slowly slid it up his foot.
“Fuuuu—aahhhaaaaa--uuuck!” he cried out at the unbearable tickling attack on his poor bare foot. His laughter switched to screaming when I started sliding the vibrating brushes between his super sensitive toes. I knew the only thing worse would be to lubricate his sole so that the pulsating brushes would glide effortlessly across his super sensitive skin. And sure enough I wasn’t disappointed as the brush applied to his oiled soles made him shriek and pull desperately at the restraints.
After a minute of foot torture, I moved to his outstretched and vulnerable torso. Before he could fully catch his breath, I began slowly moving the electric toothbrush bristles down his triceps and into the hairy hollows of his armpits, producing fits of laughter and squirming from my victim. But when I slid it over to his sensitive nipple, I couldn’t believe how he shrieked. I literally almost shot my load at the desperate reaction the brush elicited as it teased and tormented his crazy sensitive nips.
I suddenly realized I only had five minutes left on the clock, forcing me to move on from his nips faster than I’d wanted to, sliding the electric toothbrush down his ribs and across his abs, dipping into his ticklish belly button for a few seconds, before heading to his crotch. As soon as the spinning soft bristles made contact with his insanely ticklish balls, he lost it.
“Nooooo, please! Fuuuuuu—ahhahhhaaaa—ck!” he cried out squirming as hard as he could to avoid the brush making contact with his balls. Once again I mounted his body, pinning his torso to the bed as I faced his swollen cock and balls. He gave me quite a ride as I tormented his unbearably sensitive balls. With my other hand, I grabbed a wad of gel and lubed up his massive cock, rhythmically sliding my hand up his shaft, over his sensitive cockhead and back down to his balls. He was oozing precum and alternating between moaning and crying out from the tickling of his balls.
At one point, I brought the toothbrush to his cockhead just barely touching the slicked skin. He screamed at the top of his lungs followed by raucous laughter and desperate pleading for me to stop, not to use the brush THERE! I couldn’t believe the rush of power I was feeling to bring this reaction of this masculine, muscular tough guy. I let the pulsating brushes glide slowly down his lubricated dick eventually returning to tickle tormenting his balls while I returned to slowly jacking him off.
It took only a minute before he exploded, his cum shooting powerfully into the air, his back arching off the bed. I let the toothbrush drop but kept my hand working his dick, squeezing every last drop out of him. In a moment of cruelty, I scooped some of his cum and slathered the head of his super-sensitized cockhead for a little “polishing the apple. He screamed in agony and begged me to stop, which I did after just a few seconds since I know from personal experience how excruciating it is.
