Chaper 5 - Hot Tub True Confessions
Given the warm evening and casual environment, I opted for nice shorts and button down shirt, bringing my swimsuit along in a bag. With bottle of good wine in hand, I trotted off to the neighbors for an evening of fun, right on time at 6:30.
Mitch answered and offered a warm hug and greeting. "Thanks for dropping off the FedEx package and dish," Mitch said.
"You bet!" I answered. "Always happy to be of service."
"Indeed," Mitch answered, flashing me a smile and wink. I wasn't sure what he was getting at, but I liked the playful mood. Ryan was on the back deck, and also gave me a warm hug and greeting. They both were also wearing shorts and button downs, showing off their sexy hairy chests thanks to a few open buttons at the collar. Both were barefoot, which proved very distracting.
I joined them in drinking a beer and we chatted freely in the kitchen and on the deck as the boys prepared dinner, which included Mitch grilling steaks. We enjoyed a relaxed dinner outside, the sun setting as we chatted and polished off the delicious food along with the bottle of wine. I couldn't help but notice the flirtatious comments and smiles throughout the evening.
I also found it distracting to see Ryan now dressed while remembering how hot he looked tightly bound and naked just a few hours earlier. I got a boner thinking about the fact that these guys had no idea what I'd done to poor Ryan earlier while he was helpless to defend himself and unable to see or hear me.
"Let's take this party to the tub," Mitch said, standing up to clear the dishes. "I've got a bottle of port we can enjoy for dessert in the hot tub. Not much chance Jason can douse Ryan with dessert tonight," he added with a teasing wink. We all three laughed, recalling my embarrassing faux pas, as I trotted off to the bathroom to change into my swimsuit.
I returned to find Mitch and Ryan already in the hot tub, enjoying a glass of port. Mitch pointed to the bottle and empty glass, and nodded toward the empty seat between them in the hot tub. The tub was large, seating eight to ten people. They sat on either side of the main position, leaving me sitting between them, our legs all pointing toward the center and meeting close together due to the angles at which they were sitting.
The tub's LED lights were on, making all of our bodies quite visible even when underwater. They both looked incredibly hot, their muscular torsos covered in wet, matted hair lit in warm white light and ripples of water from the hot tub's jets. The hot water and jets felt good on my back as I settled in and enjoyed free flowing conversation.
All three of us had our arms outstretched to either side along the back of the hot tub, providing a scintillating view of their hairy exposed armpits. It took every ounce of control for me to not lunge at Ryan and start tickling his very ticklish pits.
Somehow the topic of our last dinner, and the story of how I managed to dump a chocolate mousse down Ryan's shirt, came up as we chatted. They gave me such crap about it and laughed heartily at my clumsiness. I tried to laugh along but frankly was embarrassed over the whole situation, despite how the mishap resulted in a rather hot scene on my couch.
Mitch apparently noticed I wasn't laughing as enthusiastically as they were. He leaned in and said softly, "C'mon, Jace. Surely you can laugh about it now!" He punctuated his comment with a poke of his fingers to my rib cage, vulnerable thanks to my outstretched arms, catching me off guard. I immediately jumped from the unexpected tickle attack.
He flashed his devilish smile and began poking, stroking and squeezing my rib cage. I tried not to laugh but he was clearly skilled as a tickler and I soon burst into laughter, immediately pulling my arm down and trying to block his hands. We grappled for a moment while he kept up his tickling attack until I'd successfully grasped his wrists and held them away.
"Well, well, look who's ticklish!" he said with a chuckle, winking at Ryan who was laughing right along with Mitch. Mitch withdrew his hands and leaned back into position with his arms outstretched. "Know who else is ticklish, Jace?"
I looked at him wondering where he was going with this discussion. Anytime a guy talks about tickling or being ticklish, it gives me instant wood. I can't even control it. Between our little tickle wrestling match and him discussing it, my swim trunks were suddenly being stretched by my hard on. And when I get turned on like that in public, I tend to become awkward and can't hide the fact that this is having an effect on me. So I just raised my eyebrows in response.
"Ryan," he said, answering his own question. "Man, Ryan is extremely ticklish, aren't you Ryan?" Mitch had a mischievous smile on his face, and Ryan looked noticeably uncomfortable with the topic, probably not wanting to discuss his own weaknesses.
"Oh yeah?" I responded inquisitively, recovering my composure and wanting to see where Mitch was taking this conversation.
"Definitely!" he continued. "Ryan, put your foot in Jason's lap so he can see for himself." I was shocked at his request, which sounded more like an order than a request. Ryan looked annoyed.
"Jesus, Mitch," he argued. "C'mon now. I'm sure Jason doesn't want my foot in his lap."
"Put your foot in Jason's lap," Mitch replied, a sudden sternness in his voice that made it clear he was giving Ryan an order. I felt a little uncomfortable with the tension between the two, but having downed three glasses of wine and feeling relaxed by the warm water helped me go with the flow. Ryan looked at Mitch for a second with an annoyed expression, and then much to my surprise, followed his order and swung his left foot over landing it in my lap.
I looked at Ryan, his eyes pleading at me, like he really hoped I'd not try to test how ticklish his foot is. I looked at Mitch and he had a devilish smile on his face, thoroughly enjoying being the power position. "Go ahead, see for yourself," Mitch instructed.
Under normal circumstances, I'm not sure how I'd have reacted. But the fact that I had this stud's ticklish bare foot sitting in my lap and I didn't know if I'd ever have this shot again, I couldn't resist. I smiled as I grabbed his ankle with my right hand to hold it in place, positioning my left hand at the bottom of his foot. I began to dance my finger nails up and down Ryan's sole
He reacted as though I'd shot electricity through his body, his leg tensing up and jumping, his body sitting up and leaning forward. But he managed not to laugh. At least not at first. He was trying desperately not to react, perhaps in hopes I'd give up and the whole thing would be over. But of course I already knew how ticklish his feet are, thanks to my earlier tickle attack when he was tied up, and knew would break soon enough.
The longer my fingers tickled his foot, the more it wiggled and his leg jerked. I could tell he was close to breaking so I kept it up, slowly, rhythmically, smiling and fixated on his face watching for signs he was about to crack. I allowed my fingernail to slide up to his toes and stroke a few times right at the base of his toes and between his big toe and second toe. And that's all it took to break him, as he burst into loud, deep laughter, cocking his head back and letting it all out.
He instinctively pulled his leg back, trying to free it from my grip. But I was expecting him to do so and had a tight grip around his ankle, which allowed me to keep up my tickle attack of his poor, sensitive sole. He became more frantic, yanking and splashing in the water as he tried to rescue his foot from my control, all while he laughed and cried out in protest. I glanced at Mitch and saw he was thoroughly enjoying watching me tickle torment Ryan, a big smile on his face as he sat back and watched us go at it.
Ryan finally yanked on his powerful, muscular leg hard enough to wrestle it out of my grip, pulling his foot back to safety and away from my tickling fingers. We all chuckled and settled back into our resting positions against the back of the hot tub. My dick was at full attention, pressing hard against the fabric of my swim trunks. Mitch finally spoke.
"See what I mean?" he said, with a chuckle. "But then you already knew how ticklish Ryan is, right Jace?" he added, a sly smile on his face. A pit formed in my stomach, wondering if he knew about my tickling Ryan earlier today. I racked my brain trying to think through what he was referring to, snd recalled the dessert incident, during which Mitch used his tongue to clean up Ryan's abs and made him giggle from the ticklish sensations.
"You mean when you used your tongue to lap up the mousse?" I blurted out nervously. My heart was beating so hard I was afraid he could hear it.
"No, I mean when you came by today to drop off the FedEx package, found poor Ryan tied up and completely helpless and decided to find out just how ticklish he is," Mitch answered matter-of-factly, still smiling. My heart sank. He knew! I was busted and I didn't know how to respond. It never even occurred to me that I'd have to defend my actions, since I didn't didn't see a Ring doorbell.
"What the fuck?!" Ryan shouted. "That was you? I assumed that was Mitch." He didn't exactly look mad, more intrigued or possibly annoyed.
"L-l-look, guys," I stammered. "I can explain." Only I couldn't think of an explanation. What was I going to say...that I've been secretly filming their bondage and tickling sessions for the last couple of weeks and jacking off over seeing hottie Ryan tormented, and couldn't resist getting in on the action?! I could feel my face turn red from the embarrassment of being caught in the act. I shifted my body nervously as I quickly tried to come up with a justifiable excuse. And then I blurted out, "How did you know?!" Not a great defense, admittedly.
"Relax!" Mitch said, which a chuckle. "I completely set you up, hoping you would go for it. There are multiple hidden cameras in our bondage room so I watched the whole thing from my office. And frankly, it was hot as hell watching you mercilessly torment poor, helpless Ryan." He laughed a hearty laugh. "Truth is, I spotted you checking our our antics shortly after you moved in. Why do you think I turned the bed in that room to face your window?" he added with a chuckle.
"Oh my God I'm so embarrassed," I blurted out, not sure how to respond. I was hot from the embarrassment taking over my body of being caught, like I was a kid and got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
"Dude, it's okay," Mitch continued with a chuckle. "I hoped you would catch my play on words this morning about Ryan being tied up. And to give you a legitimate reason to enter while I was gone, I sent the FedEx package to your house."
"Are you fucking serious?!" I responded, laughing from the relief of knowing that he wasn't angry and that I'd been a pawn in his bizarre game.
"Jesus!" Ryan blurted out, sounding a bit annoyed. "I can't believe you encouraged Jason to come in and tickle the shit out of me, Mitch! I mean, you were fucking merciless, Jason!" Mitch and I both laughed at poor Ryan, victim to this secret inside joke.
"Man, I can't help if you are that ticklish!" I defended myself, a new righteousness welling up inside of me. "I knew you'd have no idea who I was and you were so fucking helpless tied up like that. How could I not take advantage after watching Mitch torment the hell out of you." Ryan looked a tad annoyed.
"Oh and he did torment you, buddy!" Mitch said with a loud, sarcastic laugh. "I'm curious, Ryan," he continued. "What did he do that drove you the maddest?" I looked at Ryan who still had an annoyed look on his face. Then a sly smile took over his face as he recalled my sneaky attack.
"Jesus, hard to say since he worked me over for what seemed like fucking forever!" he answered with a laugh. He stopped and pondered the session for a moment. "Man, the way you worked my poor feet. That was pretty bad. And then my pits, shit, I thought I would die. But the fucking toothbrush, man, especially on my cock and balls. That had to be the absolute worst!" We all laughed remembering the scene, all from different perspectives. My dick was getting rock hard thinking about it. I wondered if his and Mitch's were as well.
"Yeah, sorry, man," I responded. "I have to admit I have a real weakness for a dude who has super sensitive balls like yours, man. So when I realized with the feather alone how tickling your balls made you react, I had to try it with the electric toothbrush. Under normal circumstances, I would've lubricated your dick and feet with some oil or something before using the toothbrush. Those bristles on your dry skin must have been pretty bad." He laughed.
"Ya think?!" he said sarcastically. "Why didn't you lubricate them?" he asked.
"Because I knew if I used oil, Mitch would see it when he came home and know I'd been there," I explained. "I had to be stealth about it. It's the same reason I couldn't edge you or jack you off or anything."
Mitch was smiling and had a look on his face as though his mind was working over time. "Is that something you like to do your vics, Jason? Edge them?" he asked.
"Oh ya," I responded, probably sharing more than I should. "I usually lube up their cock and work it, trying to bring them right to the edge a few times before I finally let the buy shoot."
Mitch smiled. Ryan looked like what I was saying was getting him excited. "I'm curious, Jason," Mitch continued. "Was there anything else you didn't get to do but wish you could've?" Mitch had a twinkle in his eye.
I smiled and thought back to the session. "Yeah, I love to straddle a dude's waist with my body, pinning him down even more and then tickle his abs, sides from his hips all the way up including his ribs and his pits. There's something really hot when you make a ticklish dude buck wild while you tickle his torso pinned down from your body."
"Yeah?" Mitch asked, his eyebrows arching upward with curiosity. "And why didn't you do that when you had Ryan tied up and helpless?"
"Because I figured he would be able to tell from feel and familiarity that I'm not you, and then he'd know it was a stranger working him over," I explained matter of factly.
"Ah, I see," Mitch said, a devilish smile overtaking his face. "Maybe we should get Ryan tied down now again for you so you can do all of the things you didn't get to do to him earlier today?"
I couldn't believe my ears. I looked at Ryan and a look of panic overtook his face. "Wait a minute," he said in protest. "I haven't agreed to this!"
Mitch just laughed. "So?" he said sarcastically. "After seeing Jason go to town on you today, I think it would be fun as hell to let him have another shot at you, this time with you having to watch the whole thing and able to yell and beg. If he's good enough to make you beg, that is."
"Oh yeah, man," I responded. "I'm pretty confident I can make Ryan beg!" I was getting excited at the prospect.
"Hell, don't I get a say about this?" Ryan protested.
"Nope," Mitch said matter of factly. "And Jace, did you feel sort of rushed today, perhaps worried I might come home?"
"Oh ya!" I replied with a nod. "That would've been the worst so had to stop in plenty of time."
"Bet you'd like to have unlimited time to explore every ticklish spot on Ryan's body and tickle the shit out of him mercilessly?" he continued with a teasing winkk.
"Fuck yeah!" I replied with a laugh. "That would be so fucking amazing. Are you serious about doing that now?"
"Sure, man, why not?" he answered with a laugh.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Ryan protested. "I'll tell you why not. Because I didn't agree to let him do it!" He paused a smile came over his face. "And, damn, Jason is a bit too skilled at tickling to give him another shot at my body without limits."
"Wow, thanks man!" I replied, proud he acknowledged I really worked him over good. And I could barely contain myself thinking about getting another shot at him, this time without limits and restrictions.
"Look, Ryan. I know this will be hell for you. But there will be a reward for you as well," Mitch continued.
"Oh yeah?" Ryan asked, perking up. "Do tell!"
"Well, I'm betting you are wondering the same thing I am and Jason?" He flashed a devilish smile at Ryan, who looked puzzled. "Oh c'mon, Ryan," he continued, leaning forward in the hot tub and suddenly grabbing hold of my ankle, pulling my leg outward and toward him as he leaned back. "I'm sure you've been wondering the whole time we've been in the hot tub if maybe Jace lives in a glass house?"
Ryan smiled knowingly, and I was panicking wondering what was happening. Ryan surprised me by leaning forward and grabbing hold of my other ankle, pulling it close to him. "Jason, is it possible that the tickler is ticklish himself?" he asked teasingly as he stroked his fingernail up the length of my sensitive sole, my toes wiggling reflexively.
Panic started to set in. I'm hopelessly ticklish myself, but I couldn't let these guys know or I'd be in trouble. "Um, no. Sorry to disappoint guys but I'm not very ticklish," I blurted out nervously, hoping they would buy it.
"Well, then, that's good, Jason," Mitch responded. "That means this won't really bother you then," he said as he repeated the stroke of his fingernail up and down my sole repeatedly. I tried to steel myself and ignore the horribly ticklish sensations his fingernail was inflicting on the bottom of my foot. I shook my head no but didn't dare talk in case laughter would escape. My whole body had tensed up and I held my breath hoping I could bore him enough to get him to give up.
"Or this?" Ryan teased, as he began stroking his pointer finger up and down my other sole. Having both feet tickled made it much harder to hold in my reaction but I was determined to at least try. They both had mischievous grins on their face, hoping I was lying and they would get satisfaction. Somehow I managed to hold in any reaction for a good 20 seconds or so while they slowly stroked my bare feet with one fingernail each.
Mitch smiled a little wider as he began dancing all five of us fingertips up and down my ticklish foot, and Ryan followed his lead jumping in. The sensations instantly became too unbearable for me to take and I burst out with loud, deep laughter, cocking my head back as I let out the pent up reaction. That was all the confirmation they needed and they tickled my feet even more aggressively. I immediately started yanking on my legs to free them but both muscular guys were prepared and held on tight to my ankles with their free hands.
"Okay, okay! hahahahaha. I'm ticklish! hahaaaaaaahhh. Stop it!!" I pleaded, growing more desperate when it became obvious that they were intent on tickling the shit out of me. I was yanking even harder and they both tucked each ankle in their armpit allowing them to use the full strength of their powerful biceps to hold my ankles captive so they could torment my horribly ticklish soles unmercifully.
It quickly devolved into a full-fledged wrestling match churning up the water and splashing water over the sides of the hot tub while I frantically employed all of my strength to break free. They managed to tickle torture me for a good 30 seconds or more before I was able to grab hold of the side of the but and use all of my strength to break free of their grip, first Mitch and then Ryan. I was laughing the whole time and even after the tickling stopped I was giggling and laughing and trying to catch my breath.
"Wow, that was fun!" Ryan blurted out when it was over. "Dude, you may actually be as ticklish as I am!" We all chuckled over it, and my dick was now pressing hard in my swim trunks, completely turned on by the turning of the tables and seeing these guys amp up the situation.
"It sure was," Mitch replied calmly. "So here's the deal, boys. First, we're going to get Ryan tied down spread-eagle and Jason will get to tickle him unmercifully for as long as he wants. When he's had his fill of tickle torturing and edging you, Jace will get you off, Ryan so you at least get some satisfaction from enduring his wrath. I was smiling from ear to ear excited at the prospect of unlimited tickle torturing this stud.
"Then, you guys are going to switch places. We'll tie up Jason spread-eagle, also naked and Ryan will get to enjoy taking revenge on Jason's apparently ticklish body for as long as he wants. Once you've evened the score by tickle torturing and edging Jason, you'll get him him off, Ryan, so he gets satisfaction as well." Deal?
I felt a pit in my stomach. While I was excited to get a shot at tickle torturing Ryan, I was scared by the prospect of being tied down and mercilessly tickled myself.
I've only been tied and tickled a couple of times, and in both situations, the tickler was more into being tickled than tickling me and turned out to not be all that talented at tickling. So I didn't find it to be unbearable to be tickled by them.
But this is different. It's clear that Mitch, and probably Ryan too, is pro and I'm pretty sure I may be pushed to my limits. Even past my limits!
And worse, I actually hate being tickled. Yes, I get incredibly turned on by being tickled, but there's definitely a line for me where the tickling becomes so unbearable that it's truly a torment for me. Something tells me these guys will find that line, and happily cross it.
I swallowed hard, feeling torn. "Um, will you also be tickling us while we are tied up, Mitch?" I asked.
"Oh but of course," he answered in his deep, masculine, confident voice, followed by baritone laughter. "You've already seen firsthand that I can't resist tickling Ryan when I get the chance, and I'm quite intrigued by the opportunity to see just how ticklish you are, Jason. You have such a great body it will be fun to get you tied down and put you through your paces." He laughed heartily and gave my exposed rib cage a surprise poke, eliciting a gasp and chuckle from me.
I was still feeling nervous, uncertain I would able to handle this situation. Still, my dick was eagerly telling me to go for it. "Deal," Ryan blurted out, before I could even respond. "Just remember, Jace. Anything you do to me I'm going to do to you but even worse!" He added his own evil, masculine laugh, and poked my other exposed rib cage producing a reaction from me from his unexpected move. His comment made my dick twitch. But my male competitive nature kicked in.
"Don't worry, Ryan," I answered confidently. "I can handle anything you dish out. The real question is can you handle what I put you through?" I added my own hearty laugh and poked his exposed rib cage, getting a great reaction from him. They joined in laughing with me. The deal was set into place, no turning back.
