“Wake up!” Jason said quietly but with a sense of urgency as he gently shook. Austin is a sound sleeper, so it took a few shakes to rouse him from his sleep.
“What the fuck, Jace?!” he said groggily in protest.
“I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. It sounds like someone’s in the house.”
“What?” Austin answered as he sat up, now fully awake. They both then heard the noise of rattling or banging in the kitchen. Jason hopped out of bed, reached down and opened the gun safe by the retrieving his handgun. Austin followed closely behind him as they quietly made their way down the hall to kitchen, stopping briefly to open the closet to grab a golf club as a backup weapon to Jason’s gun.
As they snuck around the corner entering the dark kitchen, they could see a shadowy figure on the floor thrashing around. As they crept closer, they realized it was an intruder who’d attempted to enter through the dog’s door but somehow managed to get his body wedged into an unretractable position. He was trying desperately yet unsuccessfully to free himself. Jason flipped the light switch on, startling the would-be intruder and pointed his gun at him as he moved closer to him.
“Don’t shoot, man!” the guy pleaded, raising his hands over his head. It was kind of a funny sight, just a guy’s torso sticking out of the dog door. Jason and Austin moved next to him, the gun trained on him and Austin holding the golf club in a swing position ready to attack if needed.
“What the hell?” Jason said as he took in the situation.
“I can call 911!” Austin offered turning to grab his cell phone.
“Hold up, Austin,” Jason said. “I first want to find out what this guy was planning to do. Let’s make sure he’s not a threat. Can you grab the cuffs and rope?” Austin nodded and padded off quickly to the bedroom closet, opening a drawer to retrieve their trusty leather and Velcro wrist and ankle restraints with ropes attached. These are used frequently for the impromptu bondage sessions Jason likes to subject poor Austin to.
“You want me to secure his wrists?” Austin asked as he returned to the kitchen.
“Yeah, man,” Jason replied. “You can tie one wrist to the leg of the wrought iron shelf unit and the other to the table leg. Those should hold him pretty well.”
“Hey, guys,” the intruder pleaded. “I’m really sorry about this. If you let me go, I swear I will go and never return. This was a really bad idea.”
“Ya think?” Jason said followed by a sarcastic laugh. “Sorry, man, but we need some answers.” As Austin worked to strap each restraint around the dude’s wrists, Jason took a better look at the intruder. He was actually a really good-looking dude, dark hair, olive complexion and very handsome. As Austin pulled the intruder’s arms into position above his head, Jason also noticed the guy was very fit, with a powerful chest, muscular arms and narrow tapered waist.
“Guys, I’m really not a threat,” he tried to argue, hoping he could convince them to not hurt him. He spoke with a bit of an accent, he likely being Mexican or from another country south of the border, and he spoke with a deep, baritone voice that the guys found sexy.
“Hmmm…you did try to break into our house!” Jason responded. “I’d call that threatening.”
“Hey, Jace, he looks familiar to me,” Austin commented as he finished rigging up his second arm. “Shit, I know where I’ve seen him. This guy was part of the landscaping crew that built the pergola and barbecue area in the backyard.”
“Ah, yeah, now that you mention it, I do recall seeing him there. I thought he was the hottest crew member.” They both laughed and the intruder’s face turned beet red. “Dude, what’s your name?”
“Mateo,” he answered quietly.
“Ah, well, Mateo. After we get your legs restrained, we’re going to have a little conversation and find out why you decided to return to our home uninvited.” Jason motioned to Austin to head outside, where they found the other half of the intruder’s body protruding from the dog’s door. “You secure his left leg to the left table leg, and I’ll secure his right one to other leg. That should hold him okay.”
As soon as they kneeled to start restraining his legs, Mateo started thrashing about and kicking his legs wildly in a futile attempt to prevent them from tying him up. Each guy managed to grab a flailing ankle and pull it outward, sitting on his ankle to hold it in place. As in-shape as Mateo was, he was no match for two muscular guys and with far greater leverage then he had, especially once they used the full weight of their bodies to pin his legs down.
“Let’s remove his sneakers and socks and to make it easier to get the straps on,” Jason instructed, winking at Austin with a devilish smile. Austin smiled, knowing exactly what Jason had in mind for poor Mateo. Mateo tried desperately to rotate and move his feet around to prevent them from removing his shoes, but both easily slid off. They removed his white socks and then fastened the leather restraints into place around his hairy ankles. They then pulled the ropes taut and began to fasten them around the wrought iron table’s legs. He tried futilely to yank on his legs but they soon had both securely tied up.
“He has really nice feet,” Austin said softly, flashing a knowing smile. Jason flashed a devilish grin in response.
“Austin, let’s make sure his legs are really secure and he can’t pull away,” Jason said loudly to make sure their prisoner could hear, knowing full well that Austin would know what to do. They each reached down and began dancing their fingernails up and down Mateo’s helpless bare feet. Mateo’s feet began immediately wriggling in response and he began to yank desperately on his legs to try to free them.
“Shit!” Mateo cried out suddenly, although with his accent it sounded more like he was crying ‘sheet!’ “Guys, please! Don’t! I’m really ticklish!” he cried out. But the guys continued tickling Mateo’s helpless soles and in seconds he cried out in anguish, dissolving into deep, loud laughter. Austin and Jason smiled at each other as they kept up their tickling attack, both guys suddenly sporting boners pressing against their underwear. Tickle torture happened to be their favorite bondage game to play, only it was usually Jason tickling the shit out of Austin. Austin was excited to be a tickler for once.
“Hmmm…” Jason said teasingly. “Mateo’s right, he’s really ticklish!” Their poor victim was roaring with laughter and pleading for them to stop, thrashing his body as much as the ropes would allow. After a minute of non-stop tickling, Austin started to take pity on Mateo as he thrashed about, roared with laughter and begged for mercy. He’d been on the receiving end enough to know how desperate and helpless the victim is when being subjected to tickle torture like this.
“Alright, I think his legs are definitely secure, Jace,” Austin said, stopping his attack and motioning to Jason to follow suit. They went back into the house, finding Mateo still securely strapped, working hard to regain his breath. With all his thrashing about, his t-shirt had ridden up, revealing amazing washboard abs adorned with a sexy layer of silky black hair fanning out from his belly button, a dark line running into his pants.
The guys looked at each other, realizing that they managed to have a really hot prisoner at their mercy. Their look said it all; they were going to take full advantage of this hottie with the ticklish body and have a little fun. After all, HE broke into their house, so he deserved to be punished a bit.
Plus, Jason wanted answers as to why he broke into their house. He knelt next to Mateo’s outstretched torso. “Dude, who knew you were hiding these washboard abs under that t-shirt?” Jason teased, as he ran his fingertips across Mateo’s belly along his belly button, pushing his nails through the hairy matte.
Mateo’s abs suddenly spasmed uncontrollably, a result of the unexpected touch that struck an invisible sensitive line that most guys have just below their belly buttons. He gasped and giggled softly, not wanting to give away another weak spot. But Jason never misses a ticklish reaction, no matter how subtle.
“Hmmm…looks like you might be ticklish all over, buddy!” Jason teased, as he started to lightly press his fingertips into Mateo’s stomach, checking for reactions all over his abs. Mateo squirmed and tried hard not to laugh, but it was clear that Jason was finding plenty of weak spots in this otherwise tough prisoner. Still, Mateo managed to not give Jason the satisfaction of eliciting laughter. Jason got up and knelt above Mateo’s head, between his outstretched arms. “Mateo, man, you’re just way too hot to leave covered up with this t-shirt.”
Jason leaned forward, grasping the bottom of Mateo’s t-shirt and slowly dragged his hands back up Mateo’s sides, doing a sexy reveal of his hot and helpless body. Jason allowed his index fingers to lightly press into Mateo’s sides so his nails lightly scraped against his skin as his fingers slowly slid up his sides, causing Mateo to squirm each time his fingertips grazed a particularly ticklish spot. He especially jumped and squirmed when Jason reached Mateo’s exposed rib cages, no doubt because Jason applied gentle pressure on his ribs to intentionally inflict a little rib tickling.
Mateo managed to not laugh, just grinning and bearing it, closing his eyes when it got particularly unbearable. It became especially challenging for Mateo when Jason reached his exposed and very ticklish armpits, where Jason danced his fingertips through the hair lining Mate’s pits. Jason couldn’t wait to come back and spend some time tormenting his pits later. Jason pulled the shirt up and over Mateo’s head and as far as it would go up his arms, leaving his torso now fully exposed and helpless.
The boys stood and admired their prisoner’s lean, muscular body. Mateo had beautiful, unblemished, olive skin. His powerful chest was covered perfectly in a fine matte of silky black hair. The hair cascaded down his abs, flaring out across his abdomen before disappearing beyond the doggie door entrance that trapped his torso. Both boys felt their dicks starting to perk up as they drank in the sight of this helpless Adonis.
Mateo stared at his captors nervously, unsure what these guys had planned for him, but somehow, he knew it wasn’t good. It made him uncomfortable being strapped down, completely vulnerable, and helpless with these strangers who weren’t too happy about him breaking into their house in the middle of the night.
The only saving grace was they also happened to be hotties, both lean, muscular, and tall. He’d noticed how good looking they were the few times he spotted them across the yard when he was working on the landscaping project at their house. Yet seeing them up close and wearing only underwear gave him a much better appreciation of what studs they are.
Jason, with olive skin, black hair and a five o-clock shadow, seemed to be the alpha in the couple. He was also beefier in build, with just a little hair on his chest and abs, but large muscular arms and shoulders. Austin was fairer skinned, leaner build, dirty blonde hair, rather all-American looking. Yet his powerful chest was carpeted with brown hair, as well as his flat stomach.
He wore boxers and Jason wore boxer briefs, which gave away a budding boner Jason was sporting. Mateo was glad that they could only see his torso since, despite being in such an awkward and potentially dangerous situation, drinking in the sight of these barely clad studs was producing a boner in his own pants.
“Alright, Mateo,” Jason finally blurted out, “Time to find out why you decided to break in tonight.” He dropped to his knees at Mateo’s side. “Why did you choose our house?” he demanded. Mateo just stared at him without saying a word.
Austin had moved to Mateo’s other side and found himself mesmerized by Mateo’s powerful, hairy chest as it moved up and down with his breathing. “Jason, man, don’t you find his hairy chest rather hot?” he blurted out, running his fingers through the matte of hair. “I love it when a guy as muscular as you maintains his hairy chest and doesn’t shave it. I never understood why bodybuilders think they must shave their chests.” His fingertips grazed across one of Mateo’s nipples, apparently catching him off guard, and he jumped and giggled.
“Hmmm…nips a tad sensitive?” Jason said teasingly, using his fingertip to tickle Mateo’s other nipple. It became clear that the sensations from both guys playing with Mateo’s nipples were growing unbearable as he squirmed and giggled uncontrollably. Jason decided to use that to try to extract info. “C’mon buddy, tell us why you decided to rob us?” he taunted as they lightly tickled both of his nips and drove him crazy.
Once again, Mateo was glad only his torso was visible because the guys would’ve quickly figured out that his nipples are hard-wired to his dick, and he was suddenly sporting a major erection from their teasing of his nips. And as unbearable as the tickling was getting, it was also turning him on. So he laughed and squirmed but refused to answer them, his dick rubbing against the fabric of his underwear from his squirming and turning him on even more.
“Dude, you still haven’t answered my question!” Jason barked. “Why our house?” Mateo didn’t say a word. “I think I might know how to get you talking,” Jason said, flashing a devilish smile as he slid his fingers to Mateo’s exposed rib cage and began gently kneading his ribs. His move caught Mateo off guard causing him to jump and giggle, while he continued to squirm as much as the ropes allowed as Jason poked, stroked and squeezed his sensitive rib cage.
Mateo was trying hard not to lose it but it became clear that was getting harder as the sensations were grew more unbearable. “Why our house?” Austin chimed in, sliding his hand to Mateo’s other rib cage and began working each rib individually. Mateo could only take so much rib tickling before he burst into laughter and started yanking madly at the ropes, desperate to free his tormented body from his captors. The boys hoped they could break him, so they kept up the non-stop tickling attack, occasionally sliding their fingers to Austin’s washboard abs and gently squeezing his sides right at his ribs, a move that really caused him to lose it and roar with laughter.
“Stop! Please…” he blurted out, thrashing about and laughing non-stop. But that only made them want to tickle him more, knowing it was getting to him. Jason slowly slid his dancing fingers up Mateo’s side toward his massive, vulnerable armpit. Mateo started shaking his head back and forth as Jason edged closer to his pit.
As soon as Jason’s fingertips slid through the hair lining Mateo’s cavernous pit, he really lost it, crying out with laughter and yanking wildly on his arm to try to free it from the restraints. It was clear his pits were a major weak spot for Mateo. Austin saw what was happening and slid his fingers to Mateo’s other vulnerable pit, his tickling causing Mateo to laugh and yell and plead even harder.
The boys were merciless, determined to force Mateo to talk. They worked his pits—clearly the most ticklish spot they’d found on his torso—non-stop for a full two minutes. Unfortunately for Mateo, his pleading for mercy fell on deaf ears. Tickle torture was their favorite kink, so tormenting this stud and watching him thrash about and beg was only succeeding in turning them on.
Finally, Mateo reached a breaking point and started blubbering, “Okay! Okay! I’ll talk…j-j-ust quit TICKLING me!” he managed to get out in between laughs. The boys withdrew their fingers and allowed him to catch his breath. “Water…” he finally eked out, his throat dried out from many minutes of laughing and pleading. Austin jumped up, grabbed a cold water from the fridge and returned, guiding it to Mateo’s lips and helping him drink.
“Okay, Ticklish Boy, speak up…why did you choose our house?” Jason barked, getting tired of waiting on Mateo to finish his hydration break.
Mateo looked at his two captors with trepidation. He cleared his throat nervously. “The vases and sculptures,” he answered. Jason pondered his answer for a moment.
“You mean the ones on the wall shelves in the living room we brought back from South America?” he asked, curious how a gardener would know those were valuable. He shook his head yes. “What were you going to do with those? How did you even know they were worth something? Or that we even had them?”
Mateo’s face turned red, and he looked nervous, trying to figure out how much information to give up. Jason lost patience and poked Mateo in the rib cage, repeating his question. His sudden poke caught Mateo off guard, causing him to jump and yelp from the sensations. But he didn’t say a word, so Jason repeated his rib poking and demand for answers. Mateo finally cried out, “I was hired to take them!”.
“Hired?” Jason said, irritated that someone was paying for him to break into their house. “Who hired you?” Mateo just stared at him, looking scared, but remained silent. “WHO hired you?” Jason demanded, starting to poke Mateo’s helpless rib cage again to force answers out of him. Mateo laughed and squirmed. He really lost it when Austin joined in, poking his other rib cage.
“I can’t say!” he finally blurted out. “He’ll kill me if I tell you.” Jason was perturbed that he wasn’t getting answers and grew more outraged at the idea of a contract being put out on their home. But the rib tickling proved to be insufficient to persuade Mateo to reveal who paid him.
“Well, you may die from tickling if you don’t tell us!” Jason said, a devilish grin on his face. “Austin, I have an idea of how to break Tickle Boy here. How about I take his pits and you go outside and torment those sensitive bare feet of his? I’m betting he’ll break if we deploy four hands on his two biggest weak spots.”
Austin let out an evil laugh, jumping up heading out the patio door, while Jason moved to position himself above Mateo’s head, in between his bound arms and ready to torment poor Mateo’s outstretched and helpless armpits. Mateo had an anguished look on his face, and shook his head no.
“Please don’t do this!” he begged Jason, even before Jason started tickling. “I can’t tell you. I won’t talk!”
“Hmmm…we’ll see about that,” Jason responded, an evil grin on his face as he lowered his wiggling fingers slowly toward Mateo’s pits. Mateo realized no matter how much he shook his head or pleaded he wouldn’t be spared from an unbearable tickle attack, so he closed his eyes and tried to steel himself to the torment coming.
Finally, Jason’s fingertips made contact with Mateo’s pits, his fingers dancing methodically through the hair lining his pits as they explored every inch of Mateo’s massive, exposed pits. Matteo gritted his teeth, held his breath, and tried desperately to ignore the unbearable sensations of Jason’s tickling. He managed to hold out for about 30 seconds, but the sensations became too much to endure, and he finally burst out with the deep, loud laughter that had welled up inside of him.
Jason beamed with satisfaction hearing Mateo’s laughter, knowing that he was breaking down his defenses. He also had a raging hard on pressing against his boxer briefs, finding it super-hot to destroy this muscular, tough yet ticklish guy.
Meanwhile, Austin had arrived at Mateo’s helplessly bound bare feet, and could feel his boner growing as well hearing Mateo’s manly laughter from the armpit attack being delivered by Jason. He knew from his previous exploration that poor Mateo’s soles were as hopelessly ticklish as his pits, so having to suffer dual attacks of his two big weak spots would really destroy him.
As soon as Austin’s fingertips made contact with Mateo’s helpless, extremely ticklish soles, Mateo’s laugh moved up an octave and increased in volume. Seeing Mateo’s toes wriggling, soles flexing and his legs yanking desperately against the ropes anchoring his ankles as futilely attempted to rescue his soles from the tickle torment they suffered produced a raging hard on in Austin’s boxers.
Having been the tickle torture victim countless times at the mercy of Jason, something which also turned him on immensely, the rush of power and eroticism he felt finally being the tormentor was intoxicating. He realized he could get used to being a tickle tormentor and not just the tormented.
The boys were determined to break Mateo, so their four-handed tickle attack on his biggest weak spots lasted a full five minutes without stop. At one point, Austin glanced up at Mateo’s oddly separated legs and crotch area due to his being wedged in the doggy door, and noticed he sported a noticeable bulge in his jeans, the lines of his obviously swollen dick clearly visible against the stretched denim. Perhaps this wasn’t purely torture for Mateo after all.
