With Mateo agreeing to submit to their tickle torture in exchange for not reporting the studly intruder wedged securely in their doggie door to the police, the boys knew they had to free him from the door so they could move him to the bondage room. Austin went outside and began untying his ankles from the patio chairs, while Jason positioned himself at Mateo’s waist facing the doggie door, prepared to help pull while Austin pushed from outside.
As he worked to untie the ropes from the ankles, Austin just couldn’t resist giving the prisoner’s barefoot a few strokes with his fingertips, sending Mateo into hysterics. Seeing him react to his feet being tickled, Jason couldn’t resist joining in and began lightly stroking and tickling Mateo’s rock-hard belly trapped beneath his body, swirling his fingers through the matte of hair adorning his abs. Mateo laughed harder and squirmed as much as the ropes allowed.
“C’mon guys!” Mateo finally pleaded, “You’ll have plenty of time to tickle me once I’m in your bondage room. Just get me out of this fucking doggie door!” Austin moved to Mateo’s waist and unbuckled his thick belt, since his jeans would need to be removed to have any chance of sliding his body through the opening in the wall. As Austin slid Mateo’s jeans down, he couldn’t help but notice the bulge of Mateo’s half-mast boner pressing against his underwear, a noticeable wet spot showing from precum leaking out.
“You know, Mateo,” Austin said in a teasing voice, “I think you might actually be enjoying the tickling we’ve been doing.” He punctuated his comment with a stroke of his fingernail up Mateo's shaft pressing against the underwear. Clearly caught off guard, Mateo yelped, giggled and squirmed. Austin kept stroking up and down the shaft, his tickling causing Mateo’s dick to suddenly expand to full attention and form a tent in his underwear. Austin relented after a minute and finished pulling Mateo’s jeans down and off his body.
“You push, Austin,” Jason instructed and I’ll try pulling. Jason grasped Mateo’s waist and began pulling while Austin pressed against his legs. But his body didn’t move a bit. Jason grabbed some of the oil, squeezed a glob in his hand and passed the bottle to Austin who did the same. The boys used their fingers to oil up Mateo’s waist, pressing their fingers through the opening in the door to grease up any skin pressing against the door. Their pressing and sliding of their fingers apparently tickled him, and he squirmed and giggled while they oiled him up.
They repeated their rocking motion with his body and this time his waist began to slide through the opening. Jason jumped up, untied Mateo’s wrists from the chair legs and began to yank on his body until he slid free and through the opening. Mateo stood up, wearing just his underwear at this point, and rubbed and stretched his arms, sore from his prolonged bondage. The boys drank in the sight of the intruder, no longer disembodied by the door. He was taller than they realized, about six feet tall, a lean and muscular dude.
“How in the hell did we not notice you more while you were working all of those days at our house?” Austin said with a laugh as he handed Mateo a cold bottle of water. “You are a fucking hottie, man!” Mateo laughed and blushed a bit.
“Well, we wear shirts that are extra baggy when we work outside all day in the heat here,” Mateo explained between gulps of water. “Skin tight clothing that shows off our physiques would be too hot.”
After Mateo had recovered, they walked him down the hall to the bedroom they'd converted into a bondage room. The room was filled with a variety of bondage equipment and implements, but the focal point of the room was a unique bondage table in the middle. It featured a black leather padded table with two extensions radiating out from the bottom, one for each of the prisoners' legs. Leather sleeves were fastened tightly to the table where the prisoner's arms would go, straight above his head. The leg extensions were padded with leather and also had leather sleeves for securing the legs.
"That's where you're going to tie me?" Mateo asked nervously.
"Yup," Jason answered matter of factly.
"Okay, so the deal is you're going to tie me up for 15 minutes and tickle me and then let me go, right?" Mateo said with a hopeful smile.
"Uh, not quite," Jason answered in a slightly annoyed tone. "We're going to tie you up and have some fun with you for as long as we damned well please. Given what we've seen so far, I can pretty much guarantee that it's going to be a hell of a lot longer than 15 minutes."
"Do I get any kind of safe word, in case you cross a line or I just can't take it?"
"Sure. The safe phrase will be 'I'm a wimp'...if you get that out, then we'll immediately stop. However, you only get to invoke it three times during the session. So if you're truly a wimp and can't handle a little tickling, you're going to be S.O.S. once you've exhausted your use of the safe phrase."
"Don't worry, Dude. I may be ticklish but I'm no wimp! I'm tough enough to take what you guys dish out," Mateo responded defiantly, the macho Latin personality in him getting fired up.
Jason smiled, enjoying seeing Mateo get defensive. That's exactly the attitude he likes his vics to have going into a scene, so he can break them and make them beg for mercy.
"Thing is," Mateo added, "I'm kind of a mess here." He glanced down at his sweat stained body and the oil smeared around his waist. "Mind if I take a quick shower first?"
"Sure," Jason answered, showing him to the bathroom. The boys returned to the bondage room and began to prep it for their session. Mateo returned to the bondage room ten minutes later wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Both guys smiled at the sight of him standing in just a towel, his squeaky clean and muscular torso covered in a perfect matte of sexy hair.
"Figured there was no point in putting on underwear," Mateo said heading to the bondage table. "You'd already made it clear you're going to tie me up naked anyway."
Jason motioned for him to lie down on the table. Mateo whisked the towel off his body, tossed it on a chair and laid down with his back on the main section of the table, his legs propped up on the two leg extensions and his arms folded over his chest. His dick was at half mast.
The boys went to work securing his legs in the leather sleeve restraints attached to the leg extensions, wrapping the leather around and quickly snapping the multiple buckles closed to secure his legs tightly in the restraints. When they were done, his legs were strapped down from just above the kneecap to his ankles and completely immovable, his bare feet helplessly protruding from the ends of the extensions.
Jason stood in front of Mateo's right foot, and Austin in front of his left foot. "Alright, man, give your legs a yank and let's make sure you can't move them." Mateo started pulling on his legs but they stayed anchored in place. "C'mon, you can yank harder than that!" Jason teased, a devilish smile on his face as he began to dance his fingertips up and down Mateo's helpless sole.
Mateo burst out laughing, instinctively yanking harder on his right leg, but without any success in moving it. Austin joined Jason by tickling his left foot, causing Mateo to laugh even louder and grow more desperate to free his legs. He even raised his body up off the table and stretched his arms out as far as they could go but with his legs strapped down flat from the knees to the ankles, he couldn't even come close to reaching his poor tormented feet to block their tickle attack.
They were having so much fun, they kept tickling his feet for a minute before giving him a break and moving to secure his upper body. "Holy shit!" Mateo said softly, a hint of resignation in his voice, "This is going to be really unbearable isn't it?"
They laughed, and Jason responded, "Gee, we certainly hope so!" Each guy grabbed one of Mateo's wrists and pulled it gently above his head, laying them into the leather sleeves and quickly wapping them around each arm, then securing the multiple buckles. "So Dude, did you know you were this ticklish?"
"Oh yeah," Mateo answered matter-of-factly. "I've been extremely ticklish my whole life."
"Yeah? Were you tickled a lot growing up?"
"Yeah, I had an asshole older brother--three years older than me--and we used to get into wrestling matches. Not only was he bigger than me, but he figured out early on that being ticklish was my ultimate weakness, so he would get me pinned down and tickle the shit out of me until I'd piss my pants or agreed to clean his room or some shit."
"Damn, Bro! You're brother sounds like my kind of guy!" They all laughed. "And have you been tickled more recently?"
"Seems like people always discover I'm ticklish. Like a buddy poking me in the ribs or something, and when they see how I react, they tend to tickle me even more!"
"Well, I have to admit, you're pretty damned fun to tickle." By this point, they'd finished strapping his arms into the leather restraints. His arms were stretched taut above his head, leather restraints tightly wrapped from his wrists to just below his elbows. HIs ticklish body was now fully exposed, helpless and vulnerable from his elbows down to his knees, leaving his triceps, pits, nips, ribs, abs, thighs, cock and balls nearly immovable and completely at their mercy.
Jason moved to a wall cabinet, retrieving four long, white, stiff-barbed feathers and giving two to Austin. "Since we've got hours to put you through your paces, why don't we start with a little light, sensual tickling," Jason said, placing the tip of a feather against Austin's tricep just below the leather restraint, slowly dragging it down his exposed and sensitive skin to his armpit. He began stroking the feather up and down Mateo's tricep, the crisp edge pressing against his skin. Mateo squirmed as much as the restraints allowed, barely able to move his arm the inch.
"Hours?!" Mateo exclaimed. "Shit!" They all three laughed. Austin took one of his feathers, placed the tip against Mateo's left heel and slowly dragged it up his sole, the crisp edge firmly pressing against his sensitive skin. When he reached his toes, he traced the opposite path down his sole to his heel. Up and down, up and down, agonizingly slowly. Mateo's foot squirmed and flexed from the tickling, but it wasn't intense enough to force laughter from him.
Jason slid the tip of the feather through the hair lining Mateo's pit and circled it around the entire circumference of his pit, causing Mateo to squirm even even more desperately. He was trying hard to not laugh but the build up of ticklish sensations and teasing of one of his most ticklish spots was making it harder to keep from losing it.
Meanwhile, Austin moved the feather to poor Mateo's toes, stroking along the top edge of his foot and bouncing across each toe. As soon as he pressed the feather through the opening between his big and second toe, Mateo gasped. Austin pushed and pulled the feather back and forth between his toes, shocking Mateo who discovered how unbearably ticklish that spot is on him. He knew his feet were at the top of his list of most ticklish spots, but he'd never experienced the tortuous sensations of feathers tickling between his toes.
He tried to block Austin's moves by pressing his toes together, but Austin simply pressed harder and forced the feather through. Worse, he also started moving the feather through the spaces between the other toes, and Mateo discovered he had far less strength and control over his smaller toes, preventing him from stopping the tortuous path of the feather.
The combination of Jason tickling his pit and Austin tickling between his toes was quickly becoming more than he could handle, and he had to work harder to hold back his laughter. But then Austin applied his second feather to Mateo's other sensitive sole. He couldn't hold back any longer, crying out, "Oh shit!" followed by peals of deep suppressed laughter spilling out of him.
Jason slid his feather across Mateo's chest reaching his nipple. Mateo knew his nips were super sensitive, and as soon as he felt the unbearable sensations of the feather tip circling his quickly swelling nip, he really lost it and laughed even harder. Jason used his second feather to attack Mateo's other sensitive nip, and Mateo's giggling and squirming grew even more.
Jason glanced down and noticed that Mateo's dick was rising to attention, apparently signalling that his nips were hard wired to his dick. Just thirty seconds of circling both nipples with feathers and his dick was now fully erect, standing proud and glorious. Jason smiled, looking forward to introducing the feathers to Mateo's cock and balls, but there was more to explore for the time being on his torso.
He allowed the feather to slide back across Mateo's chest and withdrew the second feather tormenting his nip, placing both against Mateo's vulnerable rib cage, stretched tight in front of him. Jason danced both feathers up and down Mateo's exposed side, across his ribs and up to his pits, then back down to his waist. Meanwhile, Austin started sliding both feathers up Mateo's legs, spread wide apart by the leg extensions, settling in to torment and tease his inner thighs.
Mateo continued to giggle and squirm, his dick swinging back and forth as he squirmed, teasing his tormentors. Jason moved a feather up and across Mateo's abs, dancing the tip in his belly button and swirling it around, a technique that made Mateo giggle at a higher pitch.
Eventually, Jason danced the feather down to his lower abs and then to his crotch. He took his feather, placed the tip at the base of his swollen dick and stroked it up the top side of his shaft. Meanwhile, Austin met Jason at his crotch and placed one of his feathers at the base of his shaft on the lower side of his cock, dragging it up the sensitive underneath side of his shaft. Mateo yelped, followed by squirming and more giggling. The boys started "feather jacking" Mateo, rhythmically stroking in unison up and down his shaft, the tickling tentacles surrounding his entire swollen cock.
"Oh my God!" Mateo finally blurted out, "That both tickles like a mother and feels so fucking good!" They all laughed. The longer they stroked, the more precum oozed from the tip of his dick. Jason took a second feather and began swirling it around Mateo's swollen cock head, right along the underneath side of the base and Austin repeated with his second feather on the other side of his cockhead. That made Mateo laugh and squirm even more.
The more he got turned on, the more Mateo tried thrusting his pelvis up and down to press harder into the feathers and push to the point of climax. "Dude, got to be honest, I've never had a guy who could get off just from feather jacking," Jason said matter-of-factly to his frustrated prisoner. "The worst part about feather jacking is we can do this and keep you on edge literally for a fucking hour and you won't be able to shoot your load, no matter how hard you try." He followed his statement with maniacal laughter that made Mateo shudder, wondering if these guys were actually going to keep him on edge like this for an hour.
After another couple of frustrating and ticklish minutes of the feather jacking, Austin commented, "You know, Mateo's vulnerabilities seem to mirror all of my most ticklish spots, Jace. Makes me wonder if his balls are as unbearably ticklish as mine?" He flashed a devilish smile at Jason as he moved his second feather from Mateo's cockhead to his swollen, helpless balls and began dancing the feather tip across them. Mateo cried out in anguish, surprised to learn his balls were indeed unbearably ticklish.
"Oh my God, his balls ARE as ticklish as yours!" Jason blurted out followed by a devilish laugh. He took his second feather and joined Austin in tormenting Mateo's balls, both feathers circling both balls simultaneously, the stiff barbs of the feather scraping and tormenting his super sensitive sac.
"No, no, no!" Mateo cried out amidst desperate peels of high-pitched, frantic laughter. "I can't take it!" But the guys ignored his pleas and kept their tickling going of both his balls and his cock. Mateo was growing more desperate, working as hard as he could to thrust his pelvis up and down and back and forth trying to avoid the unbearable tickling sensations. But the tight restraints severely limited how much he could move his cock and balls and they managed to follow along with their feathers no matter how much he desperately moved to avoid them.
Despite his pleas, the boys were simply having way too much fun, their dicks fully erect and oozing precum at the site of this tough, muscular, masculine dude squirming, crying with laughter and pleading for mercy. They tormented their poor prisoner for five minutes non-stop before finally withdrawing their feathers and giving him a break. He was completely out of breath and soaked with sweat, working desperately to catch his breath.
Austin brought the bottle of water to him and helped him drink. After a few minutes, he was finally able to talk. "Holy shit! I can't believe how intense those fucking feathers are on my balls!" They all laughed.
"Feathers are the least intense tools we're going to use on you tonight, Mateo," Jason said flashing a devilish smile. "I'm betting you'll be really begging when we use some of the other tools in our arsenal later." Mateo looked nervously at them, unsure if he was being serious or just trying to freak him out. And also wondering what else they used on a poor guy's ticklish balls besides feathers? "Alright, time to amp things up a little. Feathers are fun, but our fingers are going to be worse," Jason said nodding to Austin.
Jason began poking and prodding Mateo's waist with his fingertips, one hand on either side, working his way up his sides. Mateo managed to hold back laughter until Jason reached his rib cages, where he started fingering and squeezing between each of Mateo's ribs. Mateo burst out with deep, masculine laughter and squirmed as much as the restraints allowed.
Meanwhile, Austin started exploring Mateo's thighs with his fingertips, tickling and squeezing as Mateo yanked his legs back and forth in a desperate attempt to avoid Austin's fingers. He eventually moved his exploration down to the foot of the table. Mateo's voice hit another octave higher as soon as Austin danced his fingertips up and down Mateo's sensitive soles. Meanwhile, Jason continued slowly working his wiggling fingertips up Mateo's sides finally reaching his massive, ticklish pits. Mateo really lost it with two of his worst spots under simultaneous attack, crying out with deep, desperate laughter.
Without stopping his tickling, Jason moved his body to the top of the table so he was standing above Mateo's head, reaching out his arms and using his fingers to destroy Mateo's taughtly stretched pits. Mateo was thrashing as hard as the restraints allowed, desperate to try to free his tormented pits and soles but completely helpless to do so. Loud laughter echoed off the walls and ceiling.
"I...ahahahhaa....can't....a.a.hhhhhh....take it!" he managed to get out. "Stoooopppp!" he cried between laughter. "Pleaaaaase!" But the boys just kept up their non-stop tickle attack, thoroughly enjoying and turned on by how desperate their prisoner was becoming. "Mercy!! ahahhahaahah. Mercy!" he cried out.
"Dude, seriously, you know that's not going to work," Jason responded sarcastically. "In fact, you begging for mercy just makes us want to tickle you longer." He followed his statement with a truly evil laugh. After a minute, he added softly, "You know the phrase to use if it gets to be too much to take. You just have to admit you're a wimp."
Mateo looked at him, his eyes pleading as he laughed desperately and shook his head back and forth. "Never, you fucker!" he finally managed to get out. Jason and Austin looked at each other with surprise and burst out laughing, happy their prisoner was willing to tough it out. They forced him to endure another five minutes of non-stop tickling, occasionally moving to other spots on his bound body just to keep him jumping. He was thoroughly spent when they finished, his body glistening with sweat and chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
"You guys are truly fucking evil," he said in a low voice after drinking some water and recovering his voice.
"Why thank you!" Jason said with a laugh. "Honestly, you're making this easy. You're just so damned ticklish and yet tough enough to take it like a man. Props, buddy."
"Yeah, well maybe it's time I'm rewarded. What happened to that edging you promised?" Mateo asked with a devilish smile.
"Well, we don't normally take requests from prisoners," Jason responded. "But in this case, I think you've earned it. Austin, toss me that baby oil bottle. But first, Dude, you've kind of lost your hard on so we have to get that back." He took one of the feathers and began swirling it around Mateo's nipple, knowing of its direct connection to his dick, which responded almost instantaneously quickly rising to attention. After a few seconds, Jason moved the feather to Mateo's cock and began stroking it up and down the underneath side, which caused it to expand to full size standing straight up.
Jason poured some baby oil in his hand, grasped Mateo's shaft and began sliding his lubed hand up and down the length of it. The more he stroked, the more Mateo moaned and squirmed, fully enjoying it. Austin joined in first by stroking feathers up and down his soles, lightly tickling him and making him squirm even more. He eventually slid them up his thighs and began tickling his balls while Jason continued working Mateo's cock. It oozed precum and he squirmed and moaned and giggled, fully enjoying the treatment from these hot studs.
"Shit, I'm going to shoot!" he blurted out after a few minutes of Jason working his dick. He writhed in his restraints and yelped as Jason allowed his hand to rub and massage his sensitized cockhead with each stroke to the top, bringing him closer and closer to shooting. He arched his back off the table, preparing to explode. And then Jason suddenly let go of his dick. Mateo's eyes popped open wide. "No! Keep going!" he cried out.
"C'mon, Bro, it wouldn't be edging if I actually let you shoot!" he said with a laugh. "We have lots more tickling in store for you and a few more edgings before you get satisfaction." Mateo flashed the saddest puppy dog eyes, both frustrated by the lack of release and dreading what was yet to come. He tried thrusting his hips up and down a few times to try to convince Jason to keep going, but Jason ignored him and moved to his feet. Mateo's glistening dick, precum sitting on top, slowly started to slowly deflate.
Jason was now standing at Mateo's left foot. He poured more oil in his palm and handed the bottle to Austin, who was positioned at Mateo's right foot. The boys took the oil and smeared it all over Mateo's soles, rubbing it in until both entire sensitive soles were wet and glistening with oil. "If you thought your feet were ticklish before, you'll probably be surprised to learn how much more intense the tickling is when your soles are lubricated," Jason said in a combination teasing/taunting voice, as he began to glide his fingernails up and down Mateo's tender bare foot. "The nails just glide effortlessly across your skin."
Mateo cried out with laughter, amping up even more as Austin joined in and raked his fingernails up and down his helpless sole. Both guys tormenting him was more than Mateo can take and he thrashed, laughed, yelled and pleaded for mercy but his pleas fell on deaf ears. They were enjoying his reactions way to much to stop, tormenting him non-stop for five minutes before giving him a break to catch his breath and drink some water.
"You know what I really hate that you do after oiling my soles?" Austin said to Jason, along with a wink.
"Well I know you react a lot like Mateo here to everything I do to you but what are you thinking about specifically?" Jason asked, sounding as intellectually curious as possible.
"The electric toothbrush!" Austin blurted out. They both smiled at each other, agreeing that would be a good next punishment for Mateo.
"What? Electric what?" he protested, not sure what they had in mind. Jason walked to the cabinet and withdrew two electric toothbrushes, handing one to Austin. They both placed their brushes against Mateo's heel, clicked the button to turn them on and Mateo suddenly heard a whirring vibration sound while feeling the immediate sensation of hundreds of stiff nylon bristles spinning at 200 RPM across his extremely ticklish soles.
"Oh my God! Noooooo!" he cried out followed by hysterical deep laughter, his legs and arms once again thrashing desperately in a futile effort to escape his bonds. The sensations were absolutely maddening as the bristles brushed his skin, the oil acting as a lubricant so instead of the nylon bristles hurting, they just inflicted the most intense, unbearable ticklish sensations he'd every experienced.
Up and down, back and forth, the boys expertly glided their implements of torture across his entire sensitive sole. No spot was spared, not even his hyper-ticklish toes. Each time one would insert the spinning bristles between his toes, he would cry out and yank even harder at the leather restraints holding his poor feet in place and at their mercy. His tormentors were sporting raging hard ons in their underwear, confirmation they were totally getting off on making this muscular, masculine dude suffer mercilessly.
They finally stopped after another five minutes of pure torture, Mateo's strained voice growing hoarse from laughing and yelling. It took him another five minutes to regain his breath, his body once again soaked in sweat. After a few drinks of water, he was able to speak again. "Oh my fucking God!" he finally blurted out. "Guys, that's just wrong." They both laughed at his remark, and even he chuckled a bit at the absurdity of it. "That was absolute fucking torture, man!"
"Um, yeah, it's actually called tickle torture," Austin said with a laugh. "Jace, I think we should see how his torso reacts to the brushes." They flashed evil smiles at each other and moved up so one guy was on each side of his stretched, vulnerable torso.
"C'mon, guys," Mateo pleaded with what little energy he had left. "Haven't you had your fun? You don't have to do this any more."
"No, but we WANT to!" Jason said with a laugh, turning his brush on and placing the spinning bristles against Mateo's vulnerable ribs. He slowly moved the toothbrush up and down his rib cage, brushing between each individual rib. Austin followed suit on his other rib cage. Mateo cried out with mad laughter once again, yanking desperately on his arms and squirming his torso as much as possible given the restraints. Somehow this seemed even more intense than his feet because his torso wasn't oiled, and was just wet from the sweat.
They dragged the spinning bristles slowly up his side, brushing through the hair lining his ultra sensitive, massive pits. That really made him go crazy as the rush of ticklish sensations overwhelmed him. He so desperately wanted to pull his arms down to block them but was unable to thanks the to leather sleeves holding his arms straight above his head. Jason eventually slid the brush down and across his hairy chest. As soon as the bristles reached his nipple, Jason began to swirl the spinning bristles in a circular pattern across his sensitive nip. Mateo cried out in anguish, his nips being especially sensitive and the feelings of intensity in such a small concentrated region was unbearable.
"No, not there!" he pleaded amid mad laughter. But Jason ignored him and kept tormenting his nip while he watched Mateo's dick start to rise in response. Austin joined in on his other nipple, sending Mateo into the maddest fit of hysteria and thrashing about yet, the sensations becoming absolutely unbearable. These guys were unmerciful, fully enjoying tormenting their poor prisoner.
After a minute or so and once Mateo's dick was now fully erect, Jason began sliding the toothbrush down Mateo's stomach, plunging the spinning bristles into his belly button, which made made Mateo cry out again and laugh madly. Austin slid his brush down and moved it across and around Mateo's lower abs, which also tickled like a mother. After a few minutes of ab torture, Jason slid his brush down heading for Mateo's crotch.
"No, no, NO!" Mateo cried out, knowing full well where he was heading with his evil electric toothbrush. "Please don't!" But his pleadings once again fell on deaf ears. Jason slid the spinning bristles around his cock, reaching his balls and placed the bristles spinning at 200 RPM against Mateo's sensitive sac, sending him into mad hysterics. He was soon laughing and begging for mercy as Jason tormented his poor ultra sensitive balls.
Austin also made it to his crotch and began slowly sliding his spinning bristles up the underneath side of Mateo's swollen cock, making Mateo lose it even more. But he really lost it as soon as Austin brought the spinning bristles to his unbearably sensitive cockhead. Every single touch, no matter where on his cockhead, caused Mateo to yell and beg for mercy. HIs oozing precum only acted as a lubricant as the bristles spread it around his head, making the sensations even worse.
This was truly the worst, most unbearable torture he'd experienced yet to have the bristles tormenting his cock and balls. He was absolutely wild in his reactions, screaming, yelling, begging and thrashing as hard as he possible could. He honestly thought he was going to go completely mad from their merciless torment. While they only carried it on for a minute or two, it felt like a hour to Mateo. He'd never experienced such unbearable sensations that not only tickled like a mother but the bristles were simultaneously turning him on and bringing him closer to climax.
The finally gave him a break, and once again he had to fight to calm his sweat-drenched body and regain his breath. Noting Mateo's still swollen cock, oozing precum, Jason thought it might be a good time to do some more edging. So he oiled up Mateo's dick and began working it rythmically up and down, bring him closer and closer to a point of explosion.
As before, just as Mateo was reaching the point of explosion, Jason stopped without giving him satisfaction. No matter how much Mateo begged to get off, Jason refused, returning to tickling poor Mateo. For the next 30 minutes, the boys kept up this back and forth torment, edging him to the point of no return but stopping and going back to tickling the shit out of him until he was hysterical and begging for mercy.
Finally, when it was clear he was wearing out, Jason kept stroking Mateo until he exploded with satisfaction, a pent-up stream of jism shooting several feet into the air. Jason kept stroking Mateo's dick until every last drop of cum was out of him and Mateo was spent. But with his head wet from cum, Jason kept stroking while flashing a devilish smile. Mateo's cockhead was uber sensitive and Jason's continued stroking and teasing was suddenly sending shocks throughout his body.
"Noooo!" he cried out realizing Jason's evil plan. "Pleeease!" he cried out as Jason rubbed his unbearably sensitized head, especially when he started "polishing" his apple with one hand while holding his shaft with the other. Mateo arched his back and cried out for mercy, but Jason was having too much fun to stop, tormenting him for another minute before he stopped.
Mateo was heaving and trying to catch his breath, his body completely spent at this point. Austin gave him some water and he eventually was able to regain his breath. His body was still soaked with cum and his dick was slowly retreating.
"Hey, fellas, you want to untie me now?" he asked, yanking on his restraints.
"Hey, Jace, do you think that Mateo knows his body grows more ticklish after he cums?" Austin said, a devilish smile on his face.
"I bet not!" Jason shot back, allowing his finger to start tracing a maddening path up and down Mateo's helpless bare foot. Austin slid between Mateo's restrained arms and started dancing his fingertips in Mateo's sensitive pits.
"Nooooo!" Mateo cried out, bursting into laughter. "No more! Please! I can't take any more!" He was shocked to discover that they were right and he was actually MORE ticklish than before, something he didn't event think was possible.
Fortunately, they only tickled him for about a minute before taking pity on him and stopping. They began removing the multiple buckles holding his arms and legs in place until he could pull his limbs free. He got up slowly, his body sore from being restrained tightly for two hours. He stretched his body and worked to get it moving normally again.
"Holy shit!" he blurted out. "That was just wrong, man. That was fucking wrong!" Jason and Austin laughed but it became clear that Mateo wasn't laughing. He was actually a bit pissed from the torment the put him through.
He took off for the bathroom, taking a piss and then turning on the water to take a shower. His body was was a sweaty, cum-stained mess. He glanced at his watch. "Shit! It's 2-fucking-o-clock!" he muttered to himself, realizing he had to be at work in just over four hours.
As he soaked and soaped himself up, he thought back to the unbearable assault he'd just experienced on his extremely ticklish body. They definitely found his weak spot, and took full advantage. "Holy shit," he muttered to himself. That truly was hell they put him through!
Still, as his mind cycled back through the experience, he found himself starting to get hard, especially as he thought about how they tickled and teased his cock and balls and how unbearable that was and yet how it turned him on like crazy. He also kept picturing how hot these two studs were, wearing only underwear, as they totally got off on tormenting him.
Before he knew it, he'd soaped up his boner and was stroking it thinking about some of the hotter aspects of the evening. He'd never experienced a bondage scene before but admittedly had been curious about what it would be like. He tended to be a bit of an alpha male, so he didn't think he'd ever want to surrender like that. Truthfully, his fantasies about bondage tended to feature him as the top and a hot stud tied down at his mercy.
But in the end, it was kind of hot to surrender like that and be so fucking helpless. And those guys were absolutely merciless with their tickle torture. He couldn't even understand why he was getting so turned on but finally realized he needed to finish up and get home so he could at least get a couple of hours of sleep.
The guys were in the kitchen sipping beers when Mateo returned, showered and fully dressed They were still in just their underwear, which Mateo was happy about.
"You okay, man?" Austin asked, feeling pity for their victim, forgetting that the whole ordeal started with him attempting to break into their house.
"Yeah," he said softly, a mischievous smile on his face. "Alright, so how often do I have to come back and do this to ensure you guys never show anyone those pics of me tied up in your doggy door?" he asked.
They both looked at each other, trying not to show their surprise to his question. Truthfully, they only expected to get the one shot at him, and assumed they'd never see him again. But he was hot as hell and one ticklish mother fucker, which made him the hottest victim they'd ever successfully recruited to their makeshift dungeon.
"Once a month, Dude," Jason fired back not missing a beat, and taking full advantage of what appeared to be a misunderstanding.
"Okay," Mateo responded, walking toward the door. He stopped and looked back. "I can probably make it work next Tuesday night if that works for you guys."
They both looked at each other in disbelief, a smile coming over their faces. "Sure, that'll work. Eight o'clock?" Jason responded.
Mateo nodded, flashed a smile and responded. "Okay. But next time, I want a shot at revenge on Austin after you guys work me over," he said matter-of-factly.
Jason looked at Austin and smiled. "Deal!" he responded.
Mateo headed out the door. The guys waited a minute until the got to his car before bursting out into laughter, clinking their beer bottles together. "What a fucking lucky night this turned out to be!" Jason said, as they began discussing the hottest moments of the evening, while looking forward to their next session with their new tickle buddy.
