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Author: Timmy Backman himself and added on by: Christopher Trevor
Author’s Note: This is another of the sexy and ticklish adventures of Timmy Backman, the central character, victim in Christopher Trevor’s “Timmy’s Ticklish Trials.” Timmy is a straight guy, married to a beautiful sexy woman named Stephanie, and has a son, Timmy Junior. He works a corporate job as a lawyer for a bank. Timmy has been through some mighty ticklish situations in his life, and this one, his adventure in the leather bar is told by Timmy in his own words. So, herein is Timmy’s account of what happened to him at the leather bar.
Well, I was planning on playing a joke on my cocky macho friend and I wound up getting myself into quite a pickle. Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men, how they can certainly go awry. Yes, poor Timmy in yet another pickle.
My friend Jim is so stuck up and he thinks of himself as such a manly man and such a lady killer that I got the bright idea that he would be totally embarrassed, utterly humiliated and extremely flabbergasted if he were to be approached by some gay gays, and not just any gay guys mind you, but leather fetish gay guys. I just had to chuckle at my devious plan as I envisioned macho and supposedly lady killer Jim in the clutches of some sex crazed guys and doing all he could to get away. Oh man, this was going to be ticklingly hilarious…or so I thought.
My brother is gay…my brother… Why oh why do I keep trusting and confiding in my brother??? He always manages to get me into ticklish hell. And not just ticklish hell mind you, but gay ticklish hell. But all that is another story. Well, I approached my brother with my plan. What I needed was four or five guys to show up and begin to make passes at Jim and just do about everything they could to try and seduce him somehow, then tease him, and then take control of him after stripping him down, and finally tickle torture the macho shit-head. Knowing Jim he would be beside himself with embarrassment and he wouldn’t know what to do. Well, my brother gave me a name and address of one of his friends where he assured me I would find exactly what I was looking for. The problem was, it was much, much more than what I was looking for.
So, off I went to the leather bar that my brother directed me to. Admittedly, it was a little unnerving to me when I stepped into the darkened bar…me in my Wall Street business attire, and everyone else in the place was dressed right out of a biker bar fairy tale. I thought I had stepped into a Village People video. Even in the dim light I could see a lot of flesh…bare chests with little leather and studded vests; low riding leather pants that barely held the wearer or the wearer’s male equipment; biker’s caps, arm bands, leather fringe, leather chaps over bare legs, silver studded cod pieces barely containing sexual equipment beneath. It truly was something out of a dream… I could never have dreamed up this place and all its occupants. It seemed to me at that moment that for once my brother had come through for me. Beside the strong male smell, the bar had an intense leather smell, almost like new shoes and boots. The way some of these guys were strutting and showing off their crotch bulges I think the olfactory sensations were making them horny. “Wow!” was all I could mutter as I drifted into this leather and sweat jungle. Boy oh boy, if I had an ounce of sense I would have turned right around and gotten the hell out of there. But, alas, I was too intent on my devilish plan being put into place.
I approached the bar amid the stares from the whole place. Except for the jukebox playing the noise subsided a great deal as most everyone followed me with his eyes. As I walked toward the bar I noticed a stage off to the right. It had a microphone out front like a performer would use. But then toward the rear of the stage was a big black metal X shaped frame with dangling leather straps hanging out of each leg of the X and where the arms crossed in the middle. I could only imagine what that was for. I also imagined Jim hooked up to that thing. I had to stifle my laughter at that thought.
Bringing my focus back to the bar and where I was headed I began to take full account of the fact that I was the odd ball there, the odd man out, the strange fellow in his Brooks Brothers suit, a silk tie, starched white dress shirt, highly polished Oxford shoes, and (yes Christopher Trevor) thin black dress socks. These guys were taking me in and I could feel the heat of their stares as I got to the bar. I was already beginning to perspire…a nervous perspiration. Shit, I stood out like a sore thumb.
The bartender was a big muscular guy who looked like he probably shaved his entire body, or maybe had someone do it for him. I could not see a hair anywhere. And his exposed skin glistened like he oiled himself down, or maybe he had someone oil it for him. He had shiny gold rings in each ear, a black leather collar with a set of keys dangling from the center, a black leather vest with chrome studs and decorations trimming it out over a very muscular and bare chest and abdomen and matching leather bands around each of his bowling ball sized biceps. Once I got to the bar I could see that he was wearing a chrome studded codpiece somewhat concealing his genitals and black leather chaps…nothing underneath, nada, nil. He grinned at my gaping mouth and asked, “Well, well Mr. Wall Street, what will you have?”
“ Uh, uh, scho…scotch and water…please!” I stammered out as I continued to stare at this mountain of man leaning on the bar with both hands and showing me most of his muscular body.
The big bartender grinned at me again and said, “Oh, a manly drink for Mr. Wall Street? Ha, ha! Now, while I get you some Cutty and water is there perhaps something else I might be able to help you with…huh, Mr. Wall Street?” And he grinned at me with his sparkling eyes as he poured me a rather strong scotch over ice with a just a splash of water.
“ Uh, uh,” I said.
Boy was I confident in my conversation.
“ Uh, my brother is Bruce Backman, do you know him?” I asked the burly bartender.
“ Bruce Backman!” he bellowed. “Why, Bruce and I go way back. Ha, ha! Bruce and I go back before the CLOSET!” and he really laughed and slapped the bar. This seemed to draw some laughter and conversation from some of the other village people…enough to make me look around. It was then that I noticed that quite a few of the rather muscular leather clad guys had all but surrounded me. I sipped on my very strong scotch and the bartender leaned in on his elbows over his rather large crossed forearms, bringing his shiny bald head very close to me.
“ Bruce and I are good buds. We’re very gooood buds,” he said, sounding almost lust filled. “And any brother of Bruce’s is a good bud of mine!”
The, he reached out and pinched my cheek.
“ So, Bruce’s brother, what’s your name?” he asked me as he tweaked my cheek.
“ Uh, Timmy, my name is Timmy. And I’m a lawyer for a bank…although I’m not from Wall Street!” I said as firmly as I could and sipped some more of my scotch.
“ Timmy, ha, ha! That is a perfect name for my bud Bruce’s younger brother,” he said and grabbed my tie knot between his big finger and thumb and straightened my tie, even though it didn’t need straightening. “Well Timmy, you can just call me Bull…everybody does!”
He laughed again and said, “Any brother of my bud Bruce is a gooood bud of mine!”
“ Uh thanks,” I nervously said and sipped the rest of my scotch.
I could now feel and smell the closeness of a number of the leather clad guys around me. Looking away from the grinning bartender, Bull, and glancing around me, my eyes met a great deal of male flesh hardly concealed in various kinds of leather and chrome outfits stretched taut over fairly bulging muscles. There was so much muscled flesh around me I almost thought that I had stepped into a weightlifter’s locker room. I put my drink down on the counter and the ice rattled around in the now empty glass. But, my new best bud, Bull, slid a fresh scotch on the rocks with a splash of water right into my waiting hand.
“ Now Timmy, besides a drink, is there something else I can do for you?” he asked and winked at the leather clad guys standing around me as he brushed off my lapels as I again sipped a scotch. “I mean, it’s not everyday that a Mr. Wall Street walks in here, so I’m guessing you’re here on some kind of business huh?”
“ Uh Bull…Bruce told me that you could help me…help me with a joke I want to play,” I said, letting the words stumble out and for courage I took another sip of my drink.
Damn, Bull had made these drinks strong.
“ A joke!” Bull repeated. “Is this a funny joke you want help with Timmy?” he asked me.
He got down close to me again and looked deeply into my eyes over my still raised scotch glass.
“ Uh, yeah,” I offered, lowering my drink. “I think it will be funny! You see, my friend Jim thinks he’s so macho and cool because he’s a real lady killer…I, I was thinking if some of your guys here…”
I nervously indicated the muscled flesh surrounding me.
“ If your guys could come onto Jim, you know, like he attracted you and you wanted to have sex with him,” I went on. “Maybe manage to somehow him strip him and then tickle and tease him in front of his present girlfriend and others…that…that would be great. Actually, that would be so funny and so humiliating for Jim.”
I was now nervously grinning at Bull, who was now frowning at me.
“ So, bud, Timmy, let me get this straight. Ha, that’s a good one, straight…hey Timmy my new bud, are you straight?” Bull asked me. “Or do you swing like we do?”
Bull flexed his muscles and grinned at me again.
“ Uh, yeah I’m straight. My, my brother, you know, your bud Bruce…he’s gay like you guys,” I nervously said and looked back at the big grin in front of me and cut my eyes at the leather clad guy’s surrounding me.
And I took another sip of scotch.
“ Well, well, Timmy me laddy…say, anyone ever call you me laddy?” Bull chuckled and my heart pounded like a jackhammer in my chest.
“ Uh, yeah, but that’s a whole other story that I don’t want to get into right now,” I said through trembling lips and saw myself one night being literally carried from my own home, bound and gagged, wearing just my white underpants and black dress socks.
“ Well, Timmy me laddy,” Bull said and winked again at the leather clad guys. “I think we just might be able to help you with your little…joke. Right guys?”
Bull was speaking to the leather clad guys closing in around me and they were all murmuring in the affirmative.
“ But I’m afraid you’re going to have to show us EXACTLY what you mean for us TO DO to your friend Jim…” Bull said. “Now Jim is straight, right?”
Getting excited that I had convinced them to execute my plan I said, “Oh great…yeah! Jim is straight…that’s why it will be so humiliating for him.”
Bull again winked at the male flesh surrounding me, (his silent communication with these guys was making me nervous.)
“ So, it would be SO HUMILIATING for a straight guy to be approached, somehow stripped, teased, tickled, God I love that Timmy, tickled, tickling a guy is so much fun, and generally taken advantage of by a bunch of GAY guys like…US? Is that right?” Bull said, looking at me questioningly.
“ Uh, right! It would be tremendously humiliating for you to do that to a straight guy! Th-that’s why I want you to do it to Jim…to totally humiliate him,” I continued with some very definite concern now in my voice.
Once more Bull looked at all the leather clad guys pressing in around me…in fact, I would have sworn that a few of them were copping feels. But, it was somewhat hard to tell since they were pressing in against me and pushing me against the bar…I took another swig of my scotch and I was beginning to feel lightheaded.
“ So, you would like for us to strip your friend Jim?” Bull asked me.
I shook my head in the affirmative.
“ And, he would be dressed…like you are?” Bull inquired.
Again I affirmed in the positive.
“ Suit, tie, starched shirt?” Bull asked me and my head continued to go up and down.
“ So, we would first remove his tie somehow?” Bull asked and I looked down at Bull’s big hands as they then pulled hard on my tie, loosening the knot and finally pulling it from my neck. “Like this?”
I nodded and Bull asked, “And remove his suit coat?”
A number of hands quickly pulled my Brooks Brothers suit coat back and off my shoulders, down my arms and it disappeared rather quickly.
“ Uh, yeah,” I weakly said. “But look, you don’t have to do this…to me!” I said desperately. “It’s Jim we’re talking about here. Say, where the hell did my suit coat go to Bull?”
Hands were now holding my arms real tight and Bull was working methodically on my shirt buttons, slowly opening my shirt.
“ Oh but Timmy me laddy, we must be sure that we do EXACTLY what you want,” Bull replied tauntingly.
Someone on either side of me had unbuttoned my shirt cuffs and when Bull got to my beltline he was assisted in pulling my shirttails out of my suit pants. Now I was really getting nervous, and felt even more-so as my shirt was pulled off my shoulders and arms and disappeared just like my suit coat had.
“ Hee, hee, hee,” I giggled stupidly as some probing fingers touched my now bare ribs and began squeezing my ass and thighs through my suit slacks. I didn’t want to get all riled, mainly because I was really outnumbered here, but fuck, these guys were squeezing my goddamned ass.
Then I realized that this slight tickling was causing my cock to stir and to betray me in my underpants. “Oh shit!” I thought as I felt the heat begin to build in my crotch.
Tickling has always been a sexual stimulation for me. And even though I’m not gay…these guys were causing my sexual juices to flow, just by tickling me… I hoped that they wouldn’t take this, or me, any further. But the probing fingers continued and my cock was growing…against my will.
“ Ticklish?” Bull questioned me as he gave me a knowing sort of look.
“ Nope!” was my curt reply, but I was beginning to wiggle in vain attempts to move away from those probing fingers.
“ No huh?” Well, you sure act like someone who is ticklish…now; you want us to tickle your friend Jim…right?” Bull stated in what was becoming obvious as well as he presented me with a question.
“ No,” I said. “No, I mean…yes. HEE, hee, no, I’m not, hee, hee, ticklish…NO…YES, yes, I want you to tickle Jim…he’s really ticklish,” I said stupidly. “But no, not me…”
I was wiggling more and my cock was beginning to show as it gently pushed against my slacks.
“ No you say?” Bull asked and grinned at the man flesh holding and probing me. “Well, if I was a betting man…and I am Timmy, I am…I would bet you were ticklish. Did you know your nipples are hard??”
“ GAWD!!” I said and looked down.
Sure enough, my man nips, as I call them were standing out like little pencil erasers. “Shit!” I thought. My nipples were getting hard like my cock…and they can see my nipples. Little did I know, but some of my leather clad buddies had already taken notice of the lump forming at my crotch and they were signaling Bull.
Bull winked at the leather clad guys and said, “As I was saying, I BET you ARE ticklish. Actually, I’m so confident of it that I’m willing to risk my pants against yours that says you are ticklish!”
And Bull simply beamed as several hands moved right against my ribs and began to work on them like they were playing a piano.
“ PHHHHTTT, no, no, hahahahahahahahahahhahahahhahahhahaha. NO, heeheeheehee, heeee, heee, heee!!!” I broke out in laughter as fingers on either side of me played up and down my bare ribs.
I began to twist and turn and move from one foot to the other in vain attempts to move away from those tickling fingers. But the hands holding my arms were very secure and they even raised my arms, providing the moving fingers more access to my now bare and vulnerable sides.
“ EEEEEEEEheeeheeeeeheeeee, nononononono don’t teeeekle me, don’t tickle me, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, heee, heee!!!! OOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”
Then, a couple of the hands moved around my waist and began scribbling up and down my abdomen.
“ EEEEEEEEheheheheheheheeheeheeheehahahahahahaha!!” I screamed.
It seemed to me almost like the tickling hands and fingers were somehow disembodied as they moved along my vulnerable exposed ticklish parts.
Laughing meanly at my reaction Bull smiled and leaned across the bar.
“ You lose,” he said and began to claim his prize. “Well, I’ll be you’re more ticklish than I would have dreamed you were. And a bet is a bet is a bet Timmy me laddy.”
And Bull just beamed as he took hold of my belt and loosened it.
“ Nonononohohohohohohohoheeheeheeheeheeheeheee don’t, don…hohohohohoho. Don’t do that!!!” I laughingly pleaded. “Don’t take my hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, pants offffff me, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!!!!”
But my pleas did little to stop the tickling fingers that were attacking my sides all the way up into my armpits, the fingers working on my belly, or Bull’s nimble fingers loosening my suit pants. I was laughing and dancing and twisting around helplessly. Once he had completely loosened my belt he made a huge production of pulling it inch by inch from my pants belt loops. And he was getting encouragement from everyone on my side of the bar…with the exception of ME!
Bull slung my belt round and round over his head like a lasso and then flung it back and over my head and I assumed that it went the same way as my suit coat and shirt. My tie still hung around Bull’s neck, like a trophy of sorts. My colorful red tie made for a great contrast against his bronze muscular body and all the black leather and chrome trim. My belt gone, Bull tugged on the waistband of my slacks and then unhooked the fasteners. My waistband opened and then Bull slowly pulled on my zipper, his knuckles rubbing against my underpants as he pulled downward, fully opening and releasing my pants from around me. Now, with nothing to hold them up my pleated suit slacks tumbled to the floor, gathering and pooling at my ankles. And with me still dancing real stupidly and sexily from one foot to the other, it didn’t take much for someone in the rear to pull my slacks from my feet over my shoes. And GAWD, then my pants were gone like my belt, coat and shirt.
“ EEEEEEEEheeheeheeheehahahahahahahahahaha dooooon’t hoooooohooodoooo thheeesss tooooo me, heeheeheeheeheeheeheee!” I continued to laugh and try to plead for them to stop this insane tickling and stripping of me.
“ Timmy, is this kind of what you want us to do to your friend Jim? Or are we doing something wrong here? Does all this really tickle? Should we start over?” Bull asked and was confusing me and my answers were confusing…if you could tell I was answering at all, what with all the laughter I was spouting.
“ AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA, yessss, heee, heee, heee, heee, heee, NOOOOO, yesssss, nohohohohohohohohoho, stoop, nooooo, ohhhhhhnononono don’t,” I sputtered. “I-I fuckin’ don’t know hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!!!!!”
Then, Bull peered over the edge of the bar and he saw the still growing lump that my cock was forming by pressing out against the cotton material of my executive briefs.
“ Oh Timmy me laddy, look at what I see,” Bull said and was grinning as he pointed to the bulge in my underpants. “You say this would be humiliating for Jim who is a straight guy? Well my new bud, look at you, a straight guy who’s not ticklish! You’re laughing your fucking head off and it sure as hell looks like you’re getting a boner. And to me, a boner means you like what’s being done, right?”
And Bull just went on grinning at what he had just said and at the predicament I was in.
“ Yeeeessss, heeheeheeheeheeheee, straaaaiiight, hahahahahahahahaha, nonononono, don’t teeekle me, nononononononononoho boner, fuck me, hehehehehehehehehehe!!!” I squealed.
I was becoming more and more of a mess. I was now standing before the bar (how ironic for a banker’s lawyer like myself to be standing before the bar) stripped to my executive underpants, shoes and socks and being tickled and having my cock betray me by coming to life and embarrass the fuck out of me by getting hard and continuing to get harder and harder yet…right in front of all these guys…GUYS. “OH SHIT!” was all I could think.
Somehow I had gotten myself into another ticklish situation with a bunch of guys and they were really playing me like a fiddle…and I was singing their song and my strings were being strummed and getting tighter and tighter.
“ Well now Timmy, I’m having trouble believing you,” Bull said. “First you tell me you’re not ticklish…”
“ AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA yeeesssss, heeeheeeheee, NOOOOO, yeesssssss, nooohoohoohohoho, don’t I fucking don’t know, hehehehehehehehehe, ju-just stop tickling me!!!” I was doing my best in responding to Bull.
“ Ha, but it sure looks like you are!” Bull guffawed. “And you also tell me you’re straight…”
“ YESSSSSSSS, st-straaaaiight, hahahahahahahaha, nooooo, don’t teeeeeklleee me, boner, hahahahahahahahahahaha fuuuucckkkk I-I swear. Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, I swear I’m straight, heeheeeheeeheee!!!” I said, finding it extremely hard for me to make my point with all the goddamned tickling I was enduring, plus the evidence of my erection poised in my white underpants wasn’t helping the poor lawyer’s case either.
“ Well, Timmy me laddy, if I had the boner that you seem to be sporting in your little cotton underpants just because us guys are being friendly I know that I would be accused of being gay,” Bull said, leering at me and licked his lips as I continued to laugh uncontrollably.
“ OOOOHHHHH, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! You, you call, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you call what y-you’re doing to me here friendly???” I babbled. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOOD GOD, stop tickling me!!! I-I can’t heheheheheheheheeheeheeeheeeheee, I-I can’t stand anymore, hohohohohohoho!!!”
I was becoming a basket case. These leather clad village people were stripping me and tickling the ever loving shit out of me. And, like in other instances, the tickling was causing my cock to respond… GAWD, why? I had not a fucking clue. I really was straight, but all I could think for a moment was if my wife could see her poor hubby now, GAWD! I had already tried to tell Bull that I was definitely one hundred percent straight. But he was reading my cock, which seemed to have a mind of its own and was getting harder and harder. And Bull was reading that as my sexual preference. I was not attracted to these guys in the least. But, the tickling was making me all sexy and getting my cock rock hard. Oh man, I could feel the sex building in my loins, even though I didn’t want it to.
“ Come on fellas; let’s give poor Timmy here a break!” Bull instructed the guys holding and tickling me.
They didn’t turn me loose, but they did stop the tickling. My laughter slowly subsided and I was beginning to catch my breath.
“ Timmy, are your feet as ticklish as the rest of you?” Bull asked me and my jaw dropped. “I would bet all my leathers against your little cotton underpants that your feet are as ticklish as the rest of you…maybe even more-so.”
I was trying to rest and catch my breath and here was Bull presenting another challenge…another bet.
Fuck, I could not let them know that my feet were probably the most ticklish parts of my body…but could I lie?
“ N-no-no-not ticklish…no Bull, my feet aren’t ticklish…”I stammered, with the hope building in me that he would believe what I was saying and leave it at that. “Now you guys let me go. You’ve had your fun with me so turn me loose huh?”
Now I was trying to use my banker lawyer training and persuade them to let me go.
“ Oh Timmy…here to show good faith I’ll put my vest and chaps on the bar here,” Bull said and slipped off his little leather and chrome studded vest, folding it neatly on the bar.
The he flexed his arms and pectorals at me, making sure I saw his huge muscles. Then, stepping back from the bar Bull bent over and unfastened the several little buckles on each leg that secured the leather chaps to that leg. Once the chaps were free of his legs Bull reached behind his waist and unfastened the buckle in the back and pulled the chaps forward and off his body, letting them dangle from one hand. Then he just stood there with his legs and arms spread for everyone to view. Except for his armbands and boots, now all Bull had on was a very small thong jockstrap that was made of very soft and thin leather. Even my tie had joined his stuff on the bar in front of me. Bull must have had an enormous package beneath the pouch of his jock and I could almost make out the veins in his own cock inside that pouch. And his package looked heavy hanging there. He then folded his chaps and added them to his vest on the bar. “Nice,” I thought. “He knows where his clothes that have been stripped off him are, but poor me, I have no clue where my suit is.” Bull stepped back again and assumed the same spread-open pose…then he swung his hips back and forth, causing the heavy package between his legs to sway back and forth…almost hypnotically. And to add to this incredible and unbelievable sight my nostrils continued to be filled with the scent of leather and the musky aroma of beefy sweating guys. It seemed to be very tribal…animalistic…very basic and…yes…sexy.
I just stood there, eyes and mouth agape at what I had just witnessed and what was still before me. I didn’t have much choice. I was no longer being tickled, but I was still being held firmly in place. Bull giggled at my stares and then leaned forward and, using one finger on my chin, closed my mouth.
“ Okay guys!” Bull said as he leaned back and slapped the bar. “Let’s get those hooves of his up here on the bar and see just how ticklish this stallion is shod, heh, heh.”
And the big muscular brute of a bartender just stared at me, flexed his chest again and wiggled his…his bag of goodies. Then a grin broke out all over his face as he saw my eyes follow his to his shiny black leather pouch of a jock swinging between his muscular tree-trunk like legs. I was envious. And even though I prefer women…it was FUCKING SEXY!
“ OH NO!! No, no…now guys…Bull!! No, now don’t you…no, now don’t do this,” I said, really getting into my lawyerly persuasion.
I fleetingly wondered if I could use this in court…
“ St-stop now…WHOA…not up there…no Bull!!” I shouted as my feet left the floor. “Guys…no, now!!! Put me…yes…put me down…put me down…no, don’t!”
In spite of my Johnny Cochran sooth lawyer persuasion I found myself lifted and raised up into an almost sitting position and my dress shoed and sock clad feet were presented on the bar right in front of my near naked, muscle bound, bartender, Bull. The musky leather clad guys held me aloft, but those hands didn’t stay static…they weren’t tickling me now, but hell, they were probing and feeling and poking me all over my back and sides…everywhere that they had hold of me was fair game it seemed. And my white executive underpants were now in prominent view with the obvious pole-like erection now stretching white toward the ceiling. Fuck, what a position I was in now!
Bull reached out and took hold of my shoes with his strong hands. I could actually feel him massaging my feet right through the highly polished leather of my Oxfords.
“ Nice shoes Mr. Wall Street!” Bull said, again resorting back to the nickname he had given me when I had first entered the bar. “Heh, heh…”
“ Bull,” I protested, watching as he held tight to my shoes as my feet reclined on the bar. “I’m a lawyer, a bank lawyer, I told you that, but I’m not from Wall Street, I told you that too, and my name is Backman, Timmy Backman, you remember I told you that as well? I’m Bruce’s brother! Bruce is your friend, Bruce Backman!”
I was now in better control of what I was saying…trying to be forceful and yet play my cards so as to get out of this devilish situation.
Still squeezing my feet through my shoes Bull responded, “Ah yes, Timmy me laddy, Bruce’s brother the banking lawyer. Now Timmy, lawyers are always supposed to tell the truth.” As he spoke he squeezed the fronts of my shoes real tight, his hands practically enveloping them. My cock pounded in my executive briefs and even oozed a few dollops of pre cum. Bull continued by telling me, “And Timmy, me laddy, I’ve been having some problems with the some of the things that you’ve been telling us here.”
“ But, but, but…” I sputtered and I was sure that I presented an astonished look on my face.
Plus my body was still held aloft and being forced to twist and wiggle as many fingers and hands continued to massage me everywhere. It wasn’t enough to tickle but enough that along with the musty leather smell, with Bull squeezing and massaging my shoed and socked feet, my erection just would not subside.
“ No, no…now Bull!! NO, OH NO, now don’t you…” I began to protest and the grinning bartender first took one shoelace, and then the other between his finger and thumb.
And then, with his pinky held high he gingerly pulled on one lace and I watched helplessly as the loop in each knot decreased and then disappeared. And then the entire knot disintegrated into a loose pile of my shoelaces.
“ No…no, now don’t do this, leave my laces…don’t untie my sho…OK, now stop, no you don’t…” I blubbered miserably. “Don’t you take my shoes off me, leave my shoes alone!”
Now that I had been unsuccessful in keeping near naked Bull from untying my shoes I was trying very desperately to persuade him not to go the next step and remove my shoes…which was exactly what he seemed to be intent on doing.
“ St-stop now…whoa…no Bull! No, now!! Don’t you take my shoes off. Leave them alone. Bull, put my shoes back on…Bull, put my shoes back on my feet…” I stammered.
And I watched helplessly as he took one shoe at a time off my feet and tossed them over my head…like most of my other clothes. With my shoes gone…now the only thing between my big manicured lawyerly feet and what was sure to be a thorough foot tickling were my thin black lawyer socks. My heart was thundering in my chest at the comedy to come. Now, it seems like I have been in a similar predicament before and as I remember it I was clad in my black dress socks, and I was nearly tickled to death.
“ Now, as I was saying,” Bull continued, looking intently at my ribbed socked feet on his bar and then up at me as his leather guy’s held me aloft in that sitting position. “I’ve been having some problems with you and the truth.”
“ But, but, but…” I stammered as I was being held by all that male flesh and leather with my socked feet up on the bar and in a rather vulnerable position for Bull.
“ But nothing Timmy…you came in here, all dressed up like Mr. Wall Street…” Bull said sternly to me. “OK, like a big lawyer wanting to persuade us to go and embarrass, no, humiliate your friend Jim. Is that right?”
“ Uh, yeah…but…” I said, feeling like I was being cross examined.
But Bull interrupted and continued, “So, you say that your friend is straight…that he likes girls?”
“ Right…but…” I tried to say.
“ And you know, from your brother, that we have a different…let’s say, sexual persuasion. Is all this right?” Bull continued at what really felt like a cross examination, while at the same time he reached out and grasped my right socked foot.
“ Uuuuhhh…right…” I said and my worry meter was beginning to go up again as I watched and felt Bull’s big fingers massaged my feet through my socks.
“ So, you thought that if you persuaded a group of guys of a different sexual persuasion to try to seduce your friend Jim in public…and actually strip him somehow and tickle him into a humiliating predicament…that you could enjoy your friend’s demise? Am I right?” Bull asked me and I realized that what he had just described was all that had happened to me thus far.
Bull kept massaging my socked feet, which by the way are very sensitive. As he questioned me he moved from one socked foot to the other, pushing his big thumb into the meaty bottom of my foot and working the top with his fingers. His massage was worrying me…because of what they had all already done and because he’d talked about tickling my feet. His massage was also enough to keep my cock hard and looking like a lone white, sheeted ghost dancing and dribbling in my underpants. It was also making me wiggle which encouraged my leather friends to lift me a tad higher and to massage and squeeze and poke me…which just caused me to wiggle more.
“ Uh…uh…” I said breathlessly, somewhat mesmerized by Bull’s foot massage and seeing my own cotton draped cock twitch and stand tall from between my upraised legs.
“ What did you say?” Bull asked me.
“ Uh…right…yeah! OOOOOOO!!” I grunted.
Then, I suddenly felt a hand slip inside the rear waistband of my executive, white, cotton briefs. That hand slid menacingly along my crack and just massaged my cheeks, which was even sexier than the other hands holding me aloft.
Bull stopped his massage and glared at me.
“ Well, I don’t know that I appreciate your line of reasoning here Timmy me buddy! It sounds like to me that because your friend is…STRAIGHT…and you are…STRAIGHT…that you seem to hold us guys here with a different view and in a little less esteem than you STRAIGHT guys huh? Is that right Mr. Wall Street…Mr. Big Banker Lawyer…Timmy me laddy?” Bull said with some disdain.
“ WHOA OOOOOPPPPP!!!” I whaled, continuing to react to the hand on my ass. “Uh…uh…no…Bull, not, not at all. It’s just that HE…JIM is so overly macho that being stripped and tickled by you…YOU guys would be humiliating to HIM…NOT ME…NO, I totally understand you guys and I, I respect…your…your different view.”
I was doing my best to be persuasive. I’m not sure Bull was buying it…ha; he wasn’t buying my bull…nor was the guys that surrounded and held my near naked body aloft and up to the bar.
Massaging my socked feet once more Bull continued, “Well, like I said, I have a problem with you and the truth. For instance, you told me you weren’t ticklish!”
Then someone, as if on cue wiggled fingers up my ribs and I giggled like a schoolgirl.
“ But obviously you are ticklish…very ticklish,” Bull said. “Then you represent yourself as being a sexually straight dude… Well me laddy, I see no gals here and you are sporting quite a boner in your little white cotton briefs.”
“ Well…uh…uh…I…I,” I stammered and realized that I was between a rock and a bunch of hard places.
“ And now you tell me that your feet are not ticklish…” Bull mused.
“ Bull…wait…now I can explain…I really can…no…now…just a…no…don’t Bull…” I garbled.
Aren’t I just the Fred Astaire of the spoken word? I was trying to dance around this one, even though my feet were on the bar, not the floor, hardy har and har.
“ You do remember our last little wager?” Bull asked and stepped back to give me another waggle of his hips, making his full, black leather pouch swing between his legs. “My leathers against your little white cotton underpants…that your feet are ticklish…heh, heh!”
And Bull leaned forward between my socked feet and snapped my underpants elastic against my thigh.
“ OUCH! What…no…now Bull, uh, don’t be…now that’s not…OK man, we can stop here! Tell your guys to put me down and…Bull, Bull, I said…” hemming and hawing now. “NO…NOW…NO…NO…Don’t you…Bull.”
Then Bull moved back and took my right foot in his hands. I could sense that my eyes were bulging and bugging in my head as I stared intently as Bull’s fingers began to move over my right, socked foot. Bull didn’t mess around. He grasped my toes with one hand and forced my foot back, stretching my sensitive sole too…then wiggling the fingers on his other hand. And oh man, and oh fuck, those wiggling fingers started at my toes and quickly scurried down my sole to my heel and then back up again, only to repeat the trip over and over and over.
“ BBBUUUUULLLLL!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee thaaaaaattttt teeeeeklesAAAAAHHHHHHhahahahahahahahahaha NOOOO PLEASE!!!!” I screamed in insane sounding laughter.
The guys holding me aloft had to grip me tighter, what with the way I was wriggling and wiggling now.
“ Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho stttttooooppp, BULL, STOP, not my feeeeeeeeettttt!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEEHEE not my feet, don’t tickle my feet Bull!!” I screamed now in ticklish agony.
Grinning, Bull just kept up his relentless foot tickling on one of my feet and then quickly moving to the other.
“ Well boys, it looks like Timmy here just lost another bet,” Bull called out over the sound of my cackling-like laughter.
I was surrounded now by laughter and clamor from all the guys holding me. And then, they joined back in, tickling me wherever they could get a hand or a finger.
Bull laughed too and instructed the boys to remove his prize, namely, my underpants.
“ You boys can just slide those little executive briefs of his down his legs to me, heh, heh!” Bull mused.
A few of the guys gripped me tighter and hoisted me up to a near stance on the bar.
“ OH GAWD, put me down already,” I squawked as several hands pushed my white executive briefs down my thighs.
As my cock cleared the waistband it sprang back, at first slapping me on my lower abdomen, but eventually assuming a rigid and stiff 45 degree angle pointing above my head. By the time my briefs reached my knees Bull simply grabbed them and pulled them quickly down and completely off me. The guys set me back to a prone position with my upraised feet on the bar, all of them holding me real tight. I watched as Bull flung my underpants away, like he had done with my other articles of clothing. At this point I was a screaming, cackling, laughing, giggling and naked mess… Well, actually, I was naked except for my black, thin dress socks, which Bull seemed to have taken some delight in leaving on me. (I know someone else who would like that- Mr. Christopher Trevor.)
“ AAAAAAAAAAAhahahahahahahahahahahaha Buuuuuuuulllll PLEEEEAAASEE heeheeheeheeeheeheeeheeeheee st-stop, stop ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho tickling meeeeeee, heeeeheeeeheeeeheeeeheeeeheeee!” I ranted wildly. “I-I can’t take anymore, please stop!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Now just for the record here I am real ticklish in all kinds of places around my body. But, my feet…oh shit…I am furiously ticklish on my feet. I was losing my mind with all the tickling and Bull was just using his fingers on my silk socked feet. I’ve had people tickle my BARE feet with all kinds of evil prickly ticklish items, and that is horrendous. It’s amazing to me how ordinary household items can become instruments of torture when one is being tickled, hairbrushes, electric toothbrushes, paintbrushes, combs, feather dusters, oh man, the list can go on and on let me tell you. But for now Bull was happy just using his fingers on my socked feet.
Then, Bull shocked the hell out of me. First, he stopped tickling my socked feet. But, my leather friends on my side of the bar had picked up enough slack that I was still hooting, singing in laughter and hollering. What shocked me was Bull, the big bald muscle bound bartender lowered his face to my socked feet, first the right one, and then the left. He held my feet tight and with his face pressed against them he breathed in deeply through his nose, and got the most pleased and satisfied look on his face…like he had a bouquet of flowers there rather than my feet with my silky socks that had been on them since before six AM that morning. He did it again…then he looked up at me…reached down and squeezed the leather pouch on his jock, and spoke, “Timmy me handsome laddy, you have some mighty awful smelling feet for a big-time Wall Street lawyer.” Then he grinned at me and smelled them again…all the while squeezing his leather encased package…which looked like it was raring to get out now.
“ Wow, hahahahahahhahahahaha, man, heeheeheeheeheehee, y-you just smelled my feeeeett, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho” I chortled crazily, watching as Bull again leaned down over my smelly socked feet with a look of ecstasy on his face and breathed in deeply. “HOW, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, how could you dooooo that???”
“ Why Timmy…one of my favorite things is sniffing good looking young executive feet,” Bull replied and sniffed my socked feet again. “It always amazes me how such regal looking socked feet like these, what with your socks being silk and all, how they can smell so musty. Today when it comes to all that you fit the bill perfectly me laddy, and may I say that your feet stink so good too! Why Timmy, your smelly socked feet are giving me a real boner…not as good as yours yet, but a boner just the same.”
Then, Bull rose up, adjusted his leather jock pouch once more and then raised his muscular arms for attention.
“ Now fellas, I know more of you would like to have your turn with my new buddy here, Timmy the handsome laddy,” Bull said loudly. “And the only way to accommodate all of you is to have Timmy mounted on the X shaped frame up there on our stage. That way everybody can see while a number of us enjoy our new buddy. So, you guys go ahead and get our star ready.”
“ NOOOOOOO, BULL, what the fuck are you talking about?” I screamed.
I was no longer being tickled, but I was hoisted up higher by the crowd of leather dudes and carried above their heads over to the stage. By now I was a quivering mess of tickled and sexually teased flesh and I was worrying about what was to come. The fucking X frame that I had spied when I had walked into the leather bar earlier was any moment going to be my prison. A number of the leather guys had run up ahead on the stage so that once I arrived I was tossed up to a new set of waiting hands, only to be quickly and efficiently strapped naked (except for those stinky socks) to the X frame, which of course made me extremely vulnerable and now no one had to hold me. Oh, by the way, I think it should be mentioned that my cock was still just as hard and standing out from my body as ever. In fact, it was beginning to take on a purplish hue. Oh I wasn’t laughing right now…but I was still a fucking mess.
“ Bull, tell them to let me goooo! Please!! Guys, guys, guys!! Come on now guys. Please let me go. You’ve had your fun now. Please! Come on now. I cannot take anymore tickling…Bull!!! Bull!!!” I continued yelling for Bull, my chief tormentor so far.
His was actually the only name I knew and all of these leather clad guys, my carriers, just seemed to be ignoring me and doing exactly what they wanted. And what they wanted to do was to continue my tickling teasing torment.
These guys stretched my naked torso out on that goddamned X frame that I had seen on the stage when I walked in…boy was that a mistake…even having walked into this place. My whole plan of getting Jim humiliated had thus far backfired on me to the point that Bull and his friends had done to me exactly what I had wanted them to do to Jim. What a twisted turn of events, what a revolting predicament this was. So, one of my arms was stretched up on one of the verticals of the X and my wrist was duly strapped down snugly with a padded leather restraint. The same thing happened to my other arm right quickly. My waist was then strapped to the point where the X crossed and my socked ankles were pulled way apart and then strapped to the lower portion of the X. I now resembled a naked, aroused, male X with just his black dress socks on.
The whole time this set of leather clad guys was working on getting me strapped to the X they peppered me with teasing, humiliating comments, saying things like, “Oh Timmy, you are one super ticklish dude, I’m going to have a hard-on while I tickle and tease your naked body!” and “Look at your long, hard cock! Why, did we do that? Ha, ha, whose the straight boy now, huh?” and “Timmy, does it feel strange to talk about humiliating a friend, only to have the humiliating detail played out on your own body? Ha, ha” So it was not bad enough that they were tickling and teasing me to the near point of orgasm, but they were also toying with my mind.
The X was apparently mobile and was wheeled to the front of the stage where I could now see just how full this barroom was. Once I was wheeled forward the X was mechanically hoisted a few inches up off the stage floor. I looked out at the barroom and saw that there must have been a hundred similarly dressed leather clad guys all crowding up to the stage area…there was not a female in sight. Testosterone was thick and the smell of hot leather and hot guys just filled your nostrils. My hard manhood twitched. You know, I’ve heard that it’s these kinds of olfactory conditions that cause soccer matches to get out of hand and for riots to break out. And as far as I was concerned I was afraid that my situation was already very out of hand.
Speaking of hand…just then Bull stepped up beside me and grabbed my still rigid and stiff cock with his beefy hand. He gave it a twist and a turn and several strokes. Bull, by the way hadn’t changed or put any of the leather gear back on. So, his bald head and hairless muscular body was still just outfitted in armbands, his little leather thong jockstrap and biker boots that I apparently couldn’t see before. He had white sweat socks tucked down in his biker boots.
“ Whoa!!! BULL!!! OH MAN!! Let go of my cock OH MAN DON’T DO THAT! Oh shit man OOOOOOHHHHH!!” I grunted and gasped. “DON’T BE oooooooooohhhhh pulling on my cock…like that man!”
“ No Timmy me laddy?” Bull teased me. “Then tell me, if not like this, how should I pull on this delectable cock of yours?”
My new friend Bull seemed to be very able to snatch me right back to reality when my mind wandered.
The crowd cheered Bull’s actions and they raised their beers and clapped each other on the back and shoulders. Then, someone tossed Bull a tube of something and he looked at it and broke out laughing real heartily.
“ Bull, what…what is that?” I asked. “I know you mean that for me but…come on man let me go…you’ve had your fun…I’ll just get my clothes, get dressed and go quietly.”
I was pleading my case again. But my pleadings were interrupted when I felt warm massaging actions at my socked feet. It didn’t tickle…it actually felt very, very good. It was like an expert masseuse was working on each of my feet. I looked down at my feet to find two of the leather clad guys, each of them kneeling down at one of my feet each and working on that socked foot with his mouth. Both of these guys seemed very adept at using their lips, teeth and tongue to massage and stimulate my socked feet. While their mouths were warm I could feel the cooling effect that was being caused by them making my socks wet. This felt heavenly…under the circumstances and did little in allowing my raging hard cock to subside. While those two used their mouths on my feet Bull continued to examine the tube he held and chuckled.
My two new friends kept nibbling on my socked toes, they sucked my socked toes, and they nibbled at the balls of my feet, my instep, arch and heels. Fuckers, they even nibbled at and planted delicate kisses on my ankles. They were using their mouths but where their mouths weren’t their fingers massaged my socked feet. And then they began sliding my now wet socks down and then off my feet…eliminating my very last stitches of clothing…as if only my dress socks really concealed my modesty. The socks were now gone and my bare toes wiggled in the stale musky air of the leather bar…and then the tongues began to move in and around and between my toes.
“ Oh Shit!!” I called out.
That was so sexy… I’ve never had a connection between my feet and my cock until that very moment. And these two guys were drawing a direct line between my bare wiggling toes and my enraged shaft bobbing in the wind. But then, Bull took my mind away from my feet.
Bull removed the tube cap and squeezed a big glob of the stuff into his hand. Then, as he again grabbed my meat stick he leaned up against me and the X and looking me directly in the eyes said, “I think you’ll really get a charge out of this stuff.” And with that he started stroking my cock up and down and around. The stuff felt cool to the initial touch and seemed to have a lubricating quality like KY jelly. He was working my cock so hard that I could hear this sort of slopping sound as his hand worked the jelly up and down and in and all around my purplish cock. My head spun and I nearly drooled. About the time he stopped to get another load, which he soon was massaging into my dangling balls my cock began to heat up and tingle. Just his lubricated stroking had me moving my hips and moaning like I was fucking his hand.
“ OH, oh, oh man, MMMMMMMM, uhhhhhhh, Oh Bull, what the fuck man,” I garbled. “Stop, now man…what is that stuff? What are you doing to me now? Come on Bull… You can’t keep doing this… Man oh man, I’ve had enough…pleeeeease!!”
But Bull just laughed and proceeded to work and work on my balls. Looking down and watching the guy stroke my ball sac as he painted it with that jelly was unnerving somehow.
“ Bull, my cock is tingling… No man, it’s getting warm…it’s getting warmer…man, what the hell did you put on my cock man?” I asked breathlessly. “No, no, don’t put that on my balls…ooooh, oh shit man, that stuff is getting really tingly…Gawd Bull…now my balls are starting to tingle too. Shit man you’re making me harder and harder… Damn, I think my cock is growing even more…Bull, help me…man…stop please…”
Whatever that stuff was it was stimulating my cock and balls by itself and making them extremely sensitive. The heat was building all up and down my cock and all around my balls. Plus, without even being touched the tingling created by this stuff was almost like my cock and balls were being massaged and stroked; only they weren’t now. Needless to say my boner was not about to go down and a great deal of my attention was drawn to my groin. My hips were moving involuntarily as I looked like I was again trying to fuck the air and Bull and all the leather guys were really enjoying my plight.
The pure pleasure that was emanating from my crotch had me moaning and bucking… I had virtually forgotten about any tickling. I was getting to the point that I needed to cum, even if the room was filled with guys. I was moved more by my desire to shoot my load than to worry about a bunch of lustful leather gay guys. The tickling was bad and this was both bad and good…the extreme pleasurable feelings were good…but the fact that I could not find any contact, anything to make me cum was indeed maddening. I was now approaching another kind of torment. But, my original torment wasn’t over yet.
Getting my attention Bull yelled, “Hey Timmy, watch this!” and he reached down between my feet and I heard a metal click. Then, as he stood back up he swung the lower part of the X up and it pivoted at about my waist. Bull stopped the swing when I was horizontal to the floor and then I heard another click. “How do you like this Timmy me laddy?” Bull teased me.
“ Whoa, what the fuck? What are you doing? What’s this for?” I asked and asked.
Pulling my attention away from my tingling crotch I was just full of questions. Then again, being in the position I was in, who wouldn’t be full of questions???
“ Why Timmy me laddy, this will allow more guys to actually participate in tickling you,” Bull said to me as if it were truly obvious as to why he was putting me in this new position. “By having you in this position guys can get to ALL parts of your body. RIGHT GUYS!!??”
And there was a resounding “YES” from the musky crowd.
But my response was a little different; it went like this, “NOOOOOOO! Bull, come on now! You’ve had your fun! This is too much. You’ve already tickled me enough, and OHHHHHH GAWD, what have you done to my cock?? Damn Bull, nobody is touching it…but, it-it feels…it feels almost like somebody is teasing it and my balls too! Fuck, but I need contact to make me cum. Bull, the tickling was already too much, but teasing my cock and balls…GOD, you’re driving me crazy…come on man, let me go…I’ve got to take care of, of myself!”
“ Heh, heh!!” Bull laughed and his leather buddies did too.
“ Oh, you’ll be taken care of. But it won’t be you doing the caring. Heh, heh.”
And then Bull grabbed my nipples and squeezed and twisted them, making me scream. But it was like an electric shock shooting straight to my cock…not relief…just more unresolved stimulation. The tickling was bad enough…but the sexual teasing was about to drive me absolutely nuts.
My balls and cock were tingling and pulsing and thrusting into thin air. My nipples were on fire and then I was surrounded by leather flesh and I was suddenly being tickled all over…ALL OVER AGAIN!
“ AAAAAAAAAAAA hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Nooooooooooo oh nooooo, Pleeeeeeeaaasseee heeheeheeheeheeheeheee ssssttttooooppppp, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, EEEEEEEEEEEheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!” I laughed, off on another tirade of what would become non-stop laughter.
This went on for a while, a long while, and it seemed that Bull was acting as a traffic cop, directing new ticklers to free places around my naked tormented body. Well, I no longer had on those damn black dress socks, but that didn’t seem to stop them from enjoying a sniff of my feet as they tickled them. One guy would decide to get a drink, or relieve himself, either piss or whack off, and Bull would guide his replacement right into the fray.
“ There you go buddy, it’s on the house, tickle Timmy tonight,” Bull said
