by Christopher Trevor and (as Consultant) Timmy Backman himself...
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By the time Rich ceased licking and lapping and slurping and sucking on Timmy’s testicles and finger fucking and eating the banking lawyer’s asshole, it was another half hour later. And by then Timmy’s balls had been sucked up to twice their normal size in his saliva drenched sac. Using the remote control Rich turned Timmy back to a standing position in the “Spinning Chinaman”, the executive now facing forward blindly.
“Feeling good there Mr. Backman Sir?” Rich asked his tickle captive.
“Oh yes, sure, can’t think of anything else I would rather be doing at the moment Rich,” Timmy replied sarcastically as his hard pre cum dripping cock jutted out in front of him and his heavy swollen balls hung low and sexy between his spread out and shackled up legs.
Rich smiled meanly at his tickle captive, gave his own hard cock in his workpants a squeeze, said, “Yeah, I know how you’re feeling there Sir, I’m blue balling myself right about now. But I’m gonna savor every moment of this…every blessed moment Mr. Backman…”
A few seconds later Rich was standing in front of “The Spinning Chinaman” with the remote control device for it at the ready.
“Okay Mr. Backman Sir, are you ready for the next question in our game of “Spinning Chinaman?” Rich asked and as Timmy licked his lips before replying the sound of Timmy’s cell phone ringtone filled the office.
“What in the?” Rich asked, looking toward Timmy’s desk, where the sound of the ringtone was coming from.
“Oh dang it all, that’ll be Stephanie for sure, my wife,” Timmy said, sounding hopeful. “She’s probably wondering why I’m so late in getting home. Now you’ll have to release me Rich…and…”
But then, Timmy’s jaw dropped when he heard Rich say, “Hello, Mr. Backman’s phone,” into his cell phone.
“Oh my word, oh God,” Timmy whispered and clenched his shackled hands into hard fists. “He wouldn’t…he wouldn’t…”
“Why yes, hello Mrs. Backman,” Rich said in a friendly tone as he answered Timmy’s phone, looking devilishly over at the woman’s husband who he had so easily shanghaied and stripped. “Oh, me, who am I? I’m Rich; I’m the janitor here at Mr. Backman’s bank. I was just cleaning up here in your husband’s office while he was working late and…”
Rich paused to listen as Stephanie was obviously asking about her husband at that moment.
“Why yes ma’am, he’s right here,” Rich said and paused again, this time him listening as Stephanie asked if she could speak to Timmy, the banking lawyer had no doubt. “Well, you see ma’am, he’s really not in any condition to carry on a conversation, at least not at the moment. Why, he’s even finding it difficult to answer the simple questions I ask him, and he already got one of them wrong.”
Holding back his mocking laughter Rich paused again as Stephanie spoke, and all Timmy could do was squirm and writhe miserably in the prison called “The Spinning Chinaman”, him feeling too humiliated to scream out for help from Stephanie.
“What questions?” Rich asked Stephanie. “Well, your husband was showing me this thing-a-ma-bob in his office…the uh, the “Chinaman?” “And he told me all about y’ all’s parties and I guess I can be pretty persuasive because I managed to get him naked, well, not really naked, naked, because he does have his socks on along with his shirt tied back, and he’s strapped in the “Chinaman” as we speak.’
Rich paused again, smiled beyond evilly this time and held the cell phone away from his ear so that he and Timmy could both hear the sounds of Stephanie laughing. Timmy’s blindfolded face filled with a look of dismay and utter resignation over his plight and Rich slowly put the cell phone back to his ear.
“Is it really that funny Mrs. Backman?” Rich asked Stephanie as he placed the cell phone back against his ear. “Hmm, I know Mr. Backman here thinks that I’m really funny, so funny that he’s having problems answering my questions. Hey, I have an idea Mrs. Backman, how about I ask your handsome husband here a question while I have you on the phone…that way we can both see how well he fares. And if he gets the question wrong, well, you know the rules of the “Spinning Chinaman” game Mrs. Backman.”
“Aw no, no, not with Stephanie listening, please Rich,” Timmy whimpered as the janitor listened to Timmy’s wife’s response and he smiled from ear to ear.
“Ah, so you think that’s a great idea Mrs. Backman?” Rich asked jovially. “Okay, wonderful, because I have the next question for Mr. Backman right here and all set to be asked.”
Rich stepped closer to his tickle captive in the “Spinning Chinaman”, tweaked and twisted one of Timmy’s jutted up nipples and said, “Mr. Backman, here’s your next question Sir, What did the first Spanish dog to be fitted with contact lenses not see the day after the fitting?” As Rich asked his question he twisted Timmy’s nipple some more, making the executive’s hard cock twitch and dance between his sexy muscular legs.
“I-I, oh my word, what in all hell kind of question is that man?” Timmy squabbled, clenched his teeth and his balls churned as Rich mashed his nipple. “A dog fitted with contact lenses, of all things??? And if a dog was fitted with contact lenses what in all hecks could he possibly not have seen??? OH, OH my word, Stephanie, if you can hear me I think I’m about to go for another whirl in this danged device, and be tickled again real meanly by this janitor, because heaven help me my kinky wife, I don’t know the answer…”
“You heard that Mrs. Backman?” Rich asked Stephanie as he picked up the remote control device and pointed it at the “Spinning Chinaman.” “Poor Mr. Backman didn’t know that the first dog to be fitted with contact lenses did not see the car that killed him.”
“OH my word, what a terrible fate for a poor dog, WHOOOAAA…” Timmy said and then cried out as he felt himself beginning to spin again in a clockwise direction in the “Spinning Chinaman”, this time a tad faster than he did the first time the janitor had spun him. “OH NO, and what a terrible fate for me as well, being spun in my own office…”
“Oh yes ma’am, I’m spinning your husband now as we speak,” Rich said into Timmy’s cell phone as he continued his conversation with Stephanie, to Timmy’s utter and total humiliation. I suppose I’ll be through in an hour or so.”
Again Rich paused to listen to what Stephanie was saying.
And when the janitor heard what Stephanie said next his face lit up with a grin so bright it might have been compared to the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center being lit up.
“Why yes Ma’am, I can leave Mr. Backman spinning after I’m done here,” Rich said jovially. “As long as someone will be by to take care of him that is.”
Again Rich paused to listen to Timmy’s wife’s instructions, still smiling that evil smile of his.
“Oh I see; you’re going to call Mr. Backman’s secretary, Bob, and his subordinate Chad to come here after I’m done and have them take further care of Mr. Backman here,” Rich said and Timmy wailed miserably.
“Stephanie, you bitch, you will pay for this,” Timmy called out and Rich listened as the executive’s wife giggled.
“Oh Ma’am, you do have a beautiful sounding laugh, if I may say so that is,” Rich chuckled, looking hungrily over at Timmy and wanting to get back to tickling and tormenting the guy as he listened again to what Stephanie was saying. “Oh really ma’am? Why yes I would love to be invited to one of your “Chinaman” parties, thank you so much.”
With that Rich told Stephanie that he had to finish up cleaning Timmy’s office, said good-bye to her and clicked off Timmy’s cell phone.
At her end Stephanie also hung up, smiled through pursed lips and looked over at the woman on the other side of her and Timmy’s bed.
“Well Valerie, you were right, Rich was able to trick that handsome husband of mine into the “Spinning Chinaman” you had sent to his office…”
“I told you Timmy would go for it the second my friend Rich started asking questions about the device,” Valerie said, placed a hand over one of Stephanie’s breasts and gently squeezed it, causing Timmy’s wife to moan contentedly. “Now, while that pesky but gloriously sexy and handsome husband of yours spins and laughs lets you and I get to some much overdue fun.”
“Oh yes, yes,” Stephanie said, leaned closer to her bisexual lover and pressed her lips against Valerie’s. “Right after I call Timmy’s secretary, Bob and his underling, Chad. Those two will DELIGHT even more than Rich in spinning and tickling my handsome hubby…”
With that Stephanie looked at her cell phone and dialed Bob’s number…
“YAHHHHHH, oh my word, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA…” Timmy was squealing right after Rich had hung up with Stephanie, as the janitor was now working on two of the most ticklish parts of the handsome executive’s body, namely, the bottoms of his navy blue silk dress socked feet.
After having spun Timmy at a high speed for a good fifteen minutes Rich stopped the “Spinning Chinaman”, leaving poor Timmy suspended in an upside down position in the device, the bottoms of his soft shackled socked feet staring up at the ceiling.
“OH my word, oh my Lord, you and that wife of mine have sure one-upped me Rich, YAHHHHHH, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE…” Timmy bantered crazily as the janitor used the tip of an office bulletin board pointer to tickle the bottoms of Timmy’s socked feet. “What a terrible thing to plan for a poor ticklish sap like me, you, YOU, have no idea, HAR,HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR…you have no idea what Bob and Chad will do to me when they get here…HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR…”
“Oh but Mr. Backman Sir, that’s where you’re wrong, so wrong,” Rich said, nearly singing his words as his hard cock pre-seeded like a thing alive in his work pants. “Because I do know what Bob and Chad will do to you when they get here Sir, they’re going to tickle you and spin you…and to help them out I’ll even leave them my list of questions that they can ask you.”
“PWAAHHHHH, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, oh you sadist janitor,” Timmy railed through his laughter, his toes wiggling uncontrollably under his socks as his feet were pointer tickled relentlessly.
Rich trailed the tip of the pointer over Timmy’s arches, made swirly motions with it over Timmy’s heels and soles and even snickered it over Timmy’s wiggling wiggly toes. Timmy’s shrill laughter filled the office and Rich’s HARDER than hard cock filled his workpants.
Timmy felt like he would most definitely lose his mind when he felt Rich trailing the rubber tip of the pointer over his rectal hole.
“OOOOOOOOO, OHHHHH NO, NO, not my hole again man,” Timmy begged as Rich prodded the tip of the pointer over the executive’s sweaty and at that point raunchy hole.
As his hole was tickled Timmy farted a couple of times, laughed and sputtered and his hard cock dripped pre cum and beads of piss downwards and landed on his necktie/ blindfold.
“Oh man, seein’ you like this, hearing you laugh like this, tickling you and spinning you like this Mr. Backman, it’s all making for a really HARD situation in my workpants here Sir,” Rich said and all Timmy could do in agreement was laugh his handsome head off some more.
Finally, Rich relented and stopped tickling the hapless Timmy Backman. He pointed the remote control at the “Spinning Chinaman” and rotated Timmy to a standing staring straight ahead in the device position.
“Oh my word, thank you Rich, thank you, thank you for stopping,” Timmy bantered, his sexy Southern drawl coming through loud and clear, making it obvious just how very horned up he was at that moment. “But really Sir, you aren’t truly planning on leaving me here like this are you?”
“Well, I guess I’ll take the blindfold off you Mr. Backman,” Rich said, sounding sadistic and whipped the necktie from over Timmy’s eyes.
Timmy allowed his eyes to adjust back to the light of his office and then he took in the sight of the janitor as he finished cleaning up his office and packed up his cart and made ready to leave.
“Okay then Mr. Backman, I am going to have to leave, now that my work here in your office is done Sir,” Rich said a few scant moments later. “Now I NEED to get home to the wife and satisfy all this pent-up lust and sex that I’m craving right about now.”
“Oh my word, thank goodness it looks like you came to your senses Rich,” Timmy said pleadingly, wiggling his wrists in the restraints. “I’ll be so relieved to get out of this confounded contraption and done with all the tickling teasing torments you subjected me to, plus I’ll be able to finish up my work and then head on home to that conniving wife of mine. Won’t she be surprised that you did let me go after all and…”
“Heh, heh for you Mr. Backman Sir,” Rich interrupted the jibber jabbering executive. “I do hate to burst your bubble there, but I don’t think that your night of tickle torments is quite over.
“HUH???” Timmy gulped in disbelief. “You mean you’re really going to…to…”
And then, to Timmy’s utter and total dismay Rich re-blindfolded the hapless high socked executive with his red necktie…
“Aw no man, no Rich, this is all too inconceivable, not to mention a shitty thing to be doing to a ticklish guy like me,” Timmy cried as his cock pounded fear hard between his well-muscled sexy and restrained legs.
Epilogue…
A few minutes later Timmy found himself not only helplessly strapped into the “Spinning Chinaman” in his office, blindfolded with his necktie, but at that point Rich the janitor had also decided he wanted the ticklish executive quiet while he did his final work in Timmy’s office.
With that in mind Rich used a thick long wad of packaging tape to gag Timmy with, effectively silencing the complaining and pleading executive.
Timmy then heard the janitor fumbling around in his office, his domain. What poor Timmy did not know though was that the janitor was attaching his feather duster to the back of Timmy’s desk chair so that the bushel of dusting feathers would be directly at Timmy’s very on display groin. Rich had set Timmy slowly spinning in the “Chinaman” while he did his work. He then backed up Timmy’s office chair vertical to the executive’s spinning body, so that the nest of feathers on his duster would smother Timmy’s cock and balls. As Timmy turned in the “Chinaman” his engorged erection and rumbling balls passed through the tickling, teasing fronds of the many feathers making up Rich’s duster.
Timmy hemmed behind his gag as the feathers bristled across the upper side of his cock and across his bare thighs as he spun into an upright position. But as his body continued to slowly turn the fronds of the feather duster began to attack the sides and then the underside of Timmy’s enflamed manhood. And then, as gravity pulled the executive’s cock as well as his engulfed tight rumbling balls, some of those teasing feathers reached between Timmy’s spread legs to tease the very sensitive areas near his already sopped up and twitching asshole. Timmy found himself only tickled though to a giggling state behind his tape gag…and not enough to put him full out in the throes of crazy sounding laughter, his trademark. He was simply being teased and irritated enough as if it was a single feather being applied to his nose, neck or ears.
And, while the janitor’s feather duster kept Timmy giggling, they played around his hard cock and balls but would not offer enough pressure to allow the horned up executive sexual relief from his state of frustration. He cried miserably in a state of giggling and sexual torment.
As he spun slowly Timmy felt the feathers pressing into his crotch and he immediately began twitching haplessly in his bonds. His testicles rolled and rumbled as they were kept at the edge of sexual excitement but never with enough sensation or pressure on them to cause him to explode and empty those gonads. His cock was bouncing and also twitching with each beat of his heart as it passed through the forest of teasing feather fronds. And as he continued to spin poor Timmy could not get away from the sensations…no matter how he tried to wiggle his hips or thrust his pelvis forward…
“OH MY WORD, there’s no relief or release for me!!!” Timmy said to himself and then heard Rich say, “Goodnight Mr. Backman,” just before he tore the gag off the spinning executive.
Timmy heard his office door open…
“Hee, hee, hee, he, Rich,” Timmy yelled in a panic state after licking his dried up lips. “You can’t, hee, hee, hee, you can’t leave me like this! Oh my word, hee, hee, hee…”
“Oh not to worry Mr. Backman Sir, Bob and Chad will be by shortly to take further care of you,” Rich said jovially. “As for me, I really do have to get going. But as I said earlier, I really do look forward to coming to one of your wife’s “Chinaman” parties. Goodbye now.”
And with that Timmy heard his office door close and was left to his own moans and giggles as he spun…
To be continued…
