I laughed at his demands,  glancing at my watch.  It had been more than 15 minutes so I decided to grant his wish, grabbing a bottle of lube, pouring some into my right hand and began working his hard dick.  He was quickly moaning, thoroughly enjoying the attention his cock was getting.  Of course, I had to taunt him some so picked up one of the feathers and began tickling his balls with one hand while stroking his dick with the other.  He was giggling, squirming, moaning, crying out from time time to time, thoroughly lost in the mixture of pleasure and torment.

I worked his dick until he was close to shooting.  I wanted to bring him as close to the edge as possible and frustrate the hell out of him when I let go.  "I'm going to shoot!" he cried out. "I'm going to shoot!"  I gave his cock a few more strokes and then stopped.  "Shit!" he cried out in frustration. "Don't stop, please!"

"Oh, Dude," I said teasingly. "Surely you didn't think I was just going to get you off yet.  I have plenty more in store for you.  But first, let's get this blindfold off so you can see what's coming next."  I moved to his head and carefully removed the blindfold securely affixed around his head.  He worked to adjust his eyes to light once again, eventually focusing in on me and gazing up and down my torso.

"Oh, yeah, man," he said. "Much better!"  We both chuckled and I probably blushed some at the subtle compliment. I decided to climb up on the bed, straddling his waist with my knees so I was towering over him and had an unparalleled view of his torso.  "That's even better, Dude!" he blurted out, and I chuckled again, also enjoying the close up view of my torso.

"Yeah?" I responded.  "Kinda' thinking the same thing. Dude, you have the hottest fucking upper body of any guy I've met," I said as I drunk in the site of this seriously hot stud, my dick pressing hard against my underwear.

"Thanks, man," he said, a cocky smile on his face knowing that he was driving me mad.

"The thing I find super interesting, though, is here you are, one of the most masculine, tough, muscular dudes I've ever met," I said teasingly.  "Sexy, massive hairy chest, crazy big guns.  Like seriously, if you wanted to, you could literally pummel average old me to a pulp and I'd be unable to defend myself from such a muscle stud as you."  I stroked my fingertips through the hair covering his chest, gently stroking and tweaking his hardening nips.

"Ah, man, thanks for the compliments," he said.  I could feel his dick perking up and pressing against my back so clearly he was enjoying my appreciation of his body. "Dude, you're anything but average," he continued. "Like I said you are in the top like three-percent of hotness in terms of dudes that have hired me.  My average client is a 40-year-old fat guy with glasses. You've got a great bod, and I think you'd hold your own pretty well if we were to ever fight.  But why in the hell would I ever want to fight you?"

"Dude, you are so kind," I said in response. "Glad you like what you see.  So why would you want to punch me?  'Cause the  crazy part is despite how tough you are in appearance, you have this serious weakness of being hopelessly ticklish," I continued in a teasing voice.  I punctuated my comment by stroking my fingers teasingly across his washboard abs, causing them to spasm uncontrollably and his body to tighten in response as he worked to keep from giggling.

"Ah, Dude, c'mon you're not going to take advantage of my weakness when I'm tied up like this can't escape?" he asked, a slight panic in his voice.

"See that's the thing, and why you're probably gonna' want to punch me," I continued. "There's something just so fucking hot about a tough, masculine dude like you being reduced to a helpless, giggling little boy with just a few well-placed pokes and squeezes that really turns me on," I responded, wrapping my fingertips around his obliques . "I just can't help taking advantage!"

I  squeezed his obliques, gently pressing my fingertips into his lean body., a devilish smile on my face.  He arched his back off the table and burst out into laughter, caught off guard by my move.  The more I squeezed, the more animated he became.  I eventually worked my tormenting fingertips and squeezing up his side to his rib cage, which also produced a violent reaction as he yanked on his restraints and filled the room with his deep, masculine, baritone laughter.

But when I leaned forward and continued my trek up his sides clearly heading for his massive, exposed armpits, the panic in his eyes was unmistakable. "No, please!" he cried out. "Not my pits!  Not my piiiiiiiiits!" His pleas dissolved into helpless laughter as my dancing fingertips explored every inch of his hairy pits for a good two minutes.  He was bucking as much as his restraints allowed, giving me quite a ride.  He yanked futilely at his restraints, desperate to protect his unbearably ticklish pits but helpless to do so.

The sight of this tough, muscular dude completely out of control, laughing madly and begging for mercy was truly one of the hottest things I'd experienced, especially as I worked hard to keep my body in position while straddling his bucking torso.  My cock was fully engorged and pressing hard against my underwear, a wet spot formed from my precum.

I probably could have just sat there and tortured his unbearably ticklish pits all night long, but eventually I had to give him a break to catch his breath, once again giving him a desperately needed sip of water.  Once he finally caught his breath, all he could get out was, "You are fucking evil, man."  I roared with laughter, considering that a compliment.

"I don't know, would someone evil do this for you?" I asked as I squeezed out some lube and started working his dick, getting it rock hard and stroking rhythmically for a couple of minutes until he was getting close once again to shooting.  He cried out in pleasure.

"I'm gonna' shoot!" he warned.  I kept up my stroking but slowed it down and spent more time teasing his sensitized cockhead, which drove him crazy but also kept him on edge without letting him shoot.  "Please let me cum!" he finally blurted out, desperate for relief.

"Ah, yeah, not quite yet," I said, removing my hand from his cock and grabbing a towel to dry it off.  "No, I think I need to spend a little more time with these amazing feet of yours," I said, moving to the foot of the bed. 

"Ah, no man, really I think you've spent enough time with my feet," he said teasingly, knowing full well he had zero control over where I focused on next. "Seriously, Dude, my dick could use a lot more attention."  We both chuckled at the absurdity of him asking me to get him off.

I looked at my helpless prisoner, bound in a tight spread-eagle position, his sexy bare feet facing me and completely vulnerable to my devilish whims. "I'm gonna' say it again," I said, a devilish smile on my face, "I just can't get over the idea of a big, tough, cocky dude like you having such insanely ticklish feet. I bet I can make you beg with just a minute or two of a little koochy koo with my fingers."

He looked at me, a mixture of fear and rebellion in his eyes.  "Fuck you," was all he said. That was all the challenge I needed, as I dropped my fingers down to where his feet lay helpless.  The closer my wigging fingertips came to his soles, the more panicked he looked and his legs both tensed up anticipating the torment about to be unleashed on him.  He looked up at me with a pitiful look on his face.  "Please don't," he said in a soft, pleading tone, clearly changing his defiant tone. i think he realized he'd gone too far in showing attitude and knew he was about to be severely punished.

I finally unleashed my tickle attack on both of his soft soles at the same time.  He burst out immediately with loud, deep laughter that was music to my ears.  I proceeded to torment his poor soles for three minutes straight, no breaks, no letting up.  He roared with laughter, thrashed madly and finally his laughter dissolved to desperate pleading for me to stop.  Of course, that only turned me on and made me want to keep tickling, which I did.

I finally gave the poor guy a break and stopped my attack.  "Yup, gotcha' begging in under two minutes!" I said with a cocky chuckle.  After giving him another swig of water, I returned to the foot of the bed, dropped to my knees and began exploring both of his bound feet with my mouth, tongue and teeth.  His cock was rock hard as I worked his soles. When I let my teeth graze across his tender skin, he would giggle and his foot would wriggle and he tried to pull it out of reach.  But the bonds didn't make that possible.

I could tell after five minutes of working on his sexy, soft soles he was seriously turned on so I decided to slide up to his crotch, squeeze out some more lube and start working his cock . Once again I brought him right to the edge of shooting, his back arching off the bed, ready for relief when I withdrew my hand. He cried out in desperation begging me to get him off.  But I still had time on the clock.

I returned to his soles with the lube, where I coated his soft feet with a generous layer of lube, rubbing and smoothing it in. I then grabbed a couple of electric toothbrushes from my torture drawer, and flicked on the first one.  "What the hell is that?" he called out, unsure what the sound was.

"That?" I said teasingly.  "That's your worst nightmare, given how ticklish these feet of yours are."  I touched the spinning bristles against his heel, causing him to cry out in surprise.  I began slowly exploring his entire sole with the bristles spinning at 200 RPM. With his feet lubricated by the lube, those stiff bristles glided effortlessly across his his super ticklish skin.  He roared with laughter, unable to hold back any reaction

"Oh fuck!" he cried out.  "That....that....that....tt..ttt...tttiiiiickles like fuck!" he complained at the top of his lungs, his soles flexing and wriggling madly.  I switched the other brush on.  "No, not two!" he cried out in protest.  Of course, I reached out and applied the spinning bristles to his other sole, his voice raising an octave in uncontrollable laughter. I continued to explore both soles with the brushes, including his toes and between his toes, for a couple of minutes before finally sliding  them around to the tops of his feet, which once again surprised him were quite ticklish.

Eventually I allowed the brushes to travel slowly up his legs, spending a few minutes on the sensitive backs of his knees, before heading up his thighs.  He laughed and yanked at the ropes but also became aware the brushes were heading to his crotch area.  "No, c'mon!" he cried out in protest the closer they moved to his helpless, swollen balls.  "Don't do it!"

I stopped though, and moved to the side of the bed, not only giving him a moment to collect himself but also positioning myself next to his crotch so I could get better access to his cock and balls.  I took one brush and placed the spinning bristles against his uber-sensitive balls.  His response was immediate, crying out loudly and thrashing as much as the ropes allowed.  He was soon roaring with laughter as the bristles spinning at 200 RPM were placed lightly against his balls, exploring both balls slowly.

Meanwhile, I took the other toothbrush and began sliding it up the sensitive underneath side of his shaft.  His laughter and pleas for mercy amped even higher in volume and pitch.  I proceeded to torment his cock and balls with the two brushes for a couple of minutes while he roared and pleaded for mercy.  At one point, I grabbed his shaft with my left hand and then used one of the electric toothbrushes to explore his super sensitive cockhead.  That truly drove him out of his mind, especially whenever the bristles slid across his piss slit.  It was the most intense torture I'd subjected to him in this session, so I only worked his cockhead for a minute or two before giving him a break to catch his breath.

"Oh my God!" he finally blurted out when he'd regained his composure.  "That was soooo bad!" was all he could manage to describe the torment of his cock and balls as.  I just laughed and turned on one of the brushes again, using it to explore his bound and helpless torso.  The bristles traveled across his abs, dipping into his belly button to produce a particularly fun reaction, and  eventually traveled up his side, across his ribs eventually reaching his massive pit.  He really lost it when I starsted exploring his ticklish pit with the spinning bristles.

After a couple of minutes  exploring every inch of his pit, I slid the bristles down to his nipple.  He cried out as soon as the bristles hit his sensitive nip, delivering a sensory overload of a mixture of intense tickling along with slight pain.  I alternated between nips just to keep him on edge for a couple of minutes before giving him a rest.  As a reward for surviving such an intense session, I returned to massaging his dick with lube bringing him to the brink of shooting his wad.

Looking at my watch, I realized we only had about 12 minutes left in our session so I grabbed the toothbrush and started working his balls while I kept stroking excited cock.  The closer he came, he cried out warning me he was going to shoot.  I decided to let him this time pushing him to and over the edge with the mixture of intense ball tickling and stroking his cock.  He finally shot and the trail of sperm shot into the air several feet.

I coaxed every drop out of the spent stud.  But I wasn't done.  I knew his cockhead would now be super sensitive so I kept stroking even after nothing more was coming out.  The more I stroked and tickled his sensitized cockhead, the more frantic he became yanking at the restraints and arching his back off the bed. "Please!" he finally cried out. "That t-t-t-ickles!  Like a mother....after I shoot"

"Dude, I know," I said softly, confident to the point of cockiness. I used some of his cum to lubricate his cockhead and lightly tickled, squeezed and stroked him to drive him crazy.  "I know how bad this can be, which is why I can't help myself!" I added with a chuckle while he thrashed and pleaded for mercy.

I finally relented after a couple of minutes and let him catch his breath.  I glanced at my watch and saw I still had four minutes left on the clock.  "So, Austin, have you ever been tickled after you shoot?" I asked

He just glared at me.  "Dude, c'mon, haven't you had enough?" he asked in frustration.

"Truthfully?" I asked flashing a devilish smile.  "I don't know that I can ever get enough.  But the reason I ask is that many guys don't realize after they shoot, they actually become MORE ticklish. A LOT more ticklish actually.  Hie eyes opened wider, clearly panicked by the idea that he might be even more ticklish than he already was.

"Oh, man, c'mon...." he said, a pleading tone in his voice.  "You aren't going to tickle me now are you?"  he asked, glancing down at his helpless sweat-drenched, cum-soaked body.  He clearly had no idea how much a question like that turns me on and makes me want to pounce. I just smiled and began dancing my fingers in his exposed pit.  He lost it, immediately roaring with deep, loud laughter and yanking on the restraints.

"Damn, Austin," I said as I tickled him.  "I think indeed you are even more ticklish now that you've shot.  I couldn't imagine you being more ticklish.  But here you are!"  I laughed and kept up tickling both of his pits for a full minutes while he begged for mercy and thrashed as much as the ropes allowed.

I eventually moved my hands down his torso, giving his ribs and obliques some attention. Then moved to his feet, with only a minute left on  the clock.

"C'mon, man, not my feet.  PLEASE!" he said helplessly, knowing full well it would not deter me.  I proceeded to tickle his poor helpless soles for a full minute non-stop while he laughed, pleaded and thrashed at the ropes until the alarm sounded indicating the hour was over.

"Alright, man, you've been a trooper," I said as I began to unfasten the restraints around each wrist.  He pulled each arm down and moved it around to try to regain feeling and movement.  I moved to the foot of the bed and couldn't resist taking another shot at tickling his still-bound feet, which expectedly caused him to cry out and sit up, reaching for his feet to try to stop me.  "C'mon man!" he cried out. "I'm going to have to charge you more if you keep tickling me after the hour is up."  He flashed a teasing smile with that last comment, which of course I took as a bit of a challenge.

"Oh yeah?" I said, launching another tickle attack on his helpless feet. "I guess I have to remind you that you're not in a position to negotiate at the moment.  Confirming that this little extra attack is on the house, correct?"

He was frantic with laughter and desperately tried to reach his poor feet but with this legs pulled wide apart and restrained, his body simply couldn't bend that far.  "Okay, okay!" he cried out finally in between peals of laughter. "We're good, we're good!  Just quit tickling my feet.  Pleeeeease!"  I smiled, happy I proved dominance over this stud one more time. 

But actually felt bad for the guy who was quite frantic from my tickling of his soles.  So I stopped and removed the restraint from each of his ankles.  As I released each one, he immediately yanked his foot away from me and back to his control, clearly not wanting to chance any more opportunistic attacks from me.

He stood up and looked at his body glistening with sweat.  "Man, I have to take another shower before you can drive me home," he said, heading for the bathroom.  "I'lll only be a minute."  I glanced at my watch and saw it was already after 11. I was sure that Austin must be exhausted by this point, and I hoped he would be a good sport about the fact that I didn't reveal my love of tickle torture before he agreed to be tied up.

I laid down on the bed, realizing I still had a raging hard on.  I instinctively started massaging it, recalling all of the details of the amazing session we'd just had.  I wondered if I could perhaps shoot before he returned from the shower and give myself some much needed relief.  I reached my hadn into my boxers and began stroking my dick, my eyes closed as I was lost in the vivid images of the night playing back in my head.

Just as I was reaching a point of no return, Austin opened the bathroom door, emerging freshly showered and wearing only a towel around his waist.  He saw what I was doing and flashed a smile as he walked over, dropped the towel and pulled on his boxer briefs.  I was embarrassed he caught me wanking off and quickly withdrew my hand from inside my  underwear.

He strolled over to the foot of the bed and glanced down at my bare feet laying before him. "I'm wondering," he said, a particularly devilish smile on his face, "is the tickler ticklish himself?" I knew at this point I could easily pull my feet back but that would give him the pleasure of confirming his suspicions.  So I decided to try a bluff.

"Sorry, man, not really ticklish," I said matter of fact.  "Don't even waste your time."  He just maintained his smile, undeterred by my response.

"Yeah?" he asked.  "What a shame then that I can't give you a taste of your own medicine.  But hey, if you're not ticklish, then I guess this won't bother you at all, huh?" He began dancing his fingertip up and down my bare sole.  I'd steeled myself in preparation assuming he couldn't resist testing so was able to suppress any kind of response.

But Austin was persistent, maintaining his slow, methodical exploration of my bare foot with his fingertips  while using his other hand to explore my other sole.  I'd hoped he was like so many guys who weren't particularly into tickling and simply weren't very good at it.  But unfortunately, he was masterful in the placement of his fingertips, use of nails and perfect amount of pressure to inflict the maximum tickling sensations.

I didn't know how much longer I could hold my breath nor how much longer I could pretend my feet weren't just as ticklish as his.  All I knew was the sensations were quickly becoming unbearable and I was close to losing my shit.  "Alright, man," I said, quickly pulling my feet back and placing them face down on the bed, out of his reach. "I'm getting bored with your useless persistence.  Plus I have to get you back home."  I hoped my gruff answer would dissuade him from pursuing the angle of my also being ticklish.  But I was wrong.

"Dude!" he said, dropping to his knees on the bed and catching me off guard by swooping up both of my ankles with his massive, powerful arm and locking it around them and holding them up in the air. "I think you're just really good at holding back your reaction.  In fact, I think you may be as ticklish as I am."  With that, he used his free hand to launch a more aggressive tickle attack on my feet.

HIs aggressive move caught me off guard and I didn't have time to prepare myself to not react.  I instantly roared with laughter and began trying desperately to yank my feet out of his grip.  But he was determined and pushed my legs down on the bed, immediately laying his massive, muscular body across my legs to pin my ankles in place so he could keep tickling my feet.  "No, c'mon!" I cried out.  "This isn't fair!"

"Yeah, and tying me up and then tickle torturing me without warning was?" he said followed by a laugh.  "I just KNEW you were ticklish too!"  I was trying to yank my legs away but there was no moving his body so after a minute of his non-stop torment, I decided to try offensive vs. defensive.  I bent my torso and extended my arm to reach his unprotected rib cage and launched my own tickle attack on his torso.  Within seconds we were engaged in a full-fledged tickle wrestling match, both laughing and squirming and trying to stay out of reach of the other one while tickling our opponent.

After a minute of wrestling around on the bed, he finally jumped up and surrendered.  "Truce!" he called out.  I laughed, and laid back, spent from the unexpected attack.  He looked at my raging hard on pressing against my boxers and laid down on the bed beside me.  He began stroking my shaft through the cotton material of my boxers.  "Man, you must really be hurting having a hard on like this for the last hour and a half," he said softly.  For an extra fifty bucks, I'd be happy to edge and eventually stroke you off so you can get some relief."  He flashed a sexy smile across his handsome face.

HIs hand working my dick felt good and I have to admit I was tempted.  But I also didn't know about paying him more.  Before I could answer, he quickly rolled over and threw his body on top of mine catching me completely off guard.  In a second, he managed to grab my wrists and push my arms above my head, holding my wrists in place with his hands and using the weight of his body to hold me down.  HIs legs were straddling my waist and his body was pinning me to the bed.

"Or for a hundred bucks," he continued, his sexy smile radiating at me, "I'll slip your wrists and ankles into these cuffs and give you a taste of your own medicine now that I've confirmed how ticklish you are," he said.  I tried pulling my arms free but he had me trapped in this vulnerable position.  He used one hand to wrap around both of my wrists and pressed them down with his muscular arms.  "I'm betting your torso is as ticklish as your feet!" he said teasingly, using his freehand to launch a tickle attack on my exposed and vulnerable torso.

"No, c'mon!" I cried out, quickly getting desperate as he used his fingers to tickle my pits, rib cage and obliques.  My dick was raging, his body laying on top of mine, his own hard on pressing against my body.  He was incredibly strong and had leverage over me preventing me from freeing my arms.  Although if I'm being honest, I'm not sure how much I truly fought it since the whole scene of this stud tickling the shit out of me as payback was turning me on like crazy.

"I knew it!" he said with a chuckle, thoroughly enjoying having me pinned down and tormenting me. "Dude, I can feel your excited dick.  Imagine being tied up and tormented and teased like this for an hour. Along with tons of edging until you finally shoot and get relief.  Just a hundred bucks." The guy was really selling.  But I wasn't about to let him get the upper hand on me.  If I had any chance of getting him tied up again,  I needed to maintain a certain amount of control and dominance.

"Okay, okay, enough!" I cried out.  "Uncle!"  He just laughed and kept tickling me.

"Seriously, I did plenty of begging and you kept tickling me," he taunted.  "Do we have a deal?"

"No!" I finally cried out, giving my arms a yank and managing to slip free of his grip.  "Dude, this session already tapped me out financially.  Maybe next week I'd consider it," I said, squirming my way free from his body. He rolled over on his back, probably disappointed I declined his offer. I looked over and noticed he was sporting a major hard on through his boxer briefs.

I rolled over started combing my fingers through is chest hair.  "But tell you what. If you'll stay barefoot and shirtless on the ride home and keep your feet on my center console, I'll pay you an extra $30."  He smiled, glad I was still in a negotiating mood. 

"I suppose you'll be playing with and tickling my feet for the whole damned ride home?" he asked, a devilish smile on his face.

"But of course!" I said with a chuckle. 

"Make it $40 and you've got a deal," he said, sealing the deal.  We got up and I threw on joggers and a t-shirt.  He put his pants on, grabbed his shirt, socks, shoes and jacket and we headed for the kitchen.  I grabbed bottles of water for both of us and we headed out the door to my car.  Once in the car, he cooperated and stretched his legs out so his bare feet were resting comfortably on my center console, leaning back against the seat and stretching his arms out across the back of the seat.  "This how you want me for the ride home? he teased.

"Oh yeah," I said with a chuckle, reaching down to give his foot a quick tickle before starting the car and backing out.  After we drove a block or so, I asked, "so how was the session for you?" I flashed a smile hopeful he wouldn't tell me he hated it.

"Ah, man, Jace," he said, chuckling, "it was definitely a bit intense at times.  And unbearable."  My heart was beating hard wondering if I'd pushed him too much on the first session, and he'd never agree to submit to me again.  "But overall, it was fun as hell!" he continued enthusiastically.  "I guess I could say it was lots of laughs," he added with a chuckle.

"Have other tops discovered how ticklish you are when they had you tied up and taken advantage like I did?" I gave one of his feet a little tickle to punctuate my question.

"Jesus, no!" he said with a laugh. "I can honestly say I've never been tickled that much since...well...since I was growing up and my older brother and his buddy got a kick out of pinning me down and tickling the shit out of me."

"Really?" I asked. "Other tops didn't discover you had this weakness of being so damned ticklish?"  Once again I punctuated my question with a brief tickle attack on his foot laying beside me.

"Ah, well, yes they often dissever my weakness," he responded, laughing from my tickling but not even trying to pull back his foot from my reach. "You know, once I'm tied up they naturally want to explore my body with their fingers, tongue, mouth, etc.  And as you noticed, I really can't hide how unbearably ticklish I am for long. If they hit one of my weak spots, I can hold back for a few seconds but eventually break and give away my weakness.  But I've never met up with a top who got into tickling like you do, man!"  Wo both chuckled.

All of the talking about bondage and tickling was giving me a raging hard on, especially coming from such a cool, masculine dude with a deep, sexy voice like Austin's.  "Yeah, I've never understood that, Austin," I comment.  "If you tie up a guy and look for ways to make him beg or want to get away, even if your turn-on is pain or the like, how can you discover a guy is hopelessly ticklish and not at least take advantage a bit." I decided we'd play this like a drinking game so every time I mentioned tickling in my statement or question I'd give one of his feet a little tickle, for added fun.  Plus his reactions were turning me on.

"Different strokes for different folks, Jason," he responded. "Some guys just don't get into tickling or understand how it can be a form of torture for someone as insanely ticklish as me. To be sure, I've had guys discover I'm ticklish and take advantage.  But they would tickle me for like 30 seconds and then move onto something else.  But with you....well, it seems like tickling was the thing you did the most to me, which makes me wonder if that's your true turn on?" he asked, a devilish, knowing smile on his face.

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment at my secret being disovered.  "Maybe," I said.  Then after a few seconds of silence, "Okay, man, truth be told that's my number one turn on!" I blurted out, suddenly ready to confess.  Austin laughed.  Not a sarcastic laugh but a knowing, understanding kind of laugh.

"So dude, why didn't you just tell me that upfront?"

"Because I thought if I told you I wanted to tie you up and tickle you mercilessly you'd never agree to a session," I explained, with a laugh while grabbing one of his ankles and launching a serious tickling attack on his other foot.  He cried out with laughter, his head tilting back so the car was filled with his deep baritone voice.  But impressively he didn't try to pull back his foot or do anything to prevent me from tickling him.

"Nah, man, I'd probably have agreed to it," he said.  "I'm not sure I would've done it for the discounted price.  You were pretty fucking merciless and that session was one hell of a workout for me!" he said with a laugh. 

"Wow, that's good to hear,, man" I said.  "Because I'd totally love to do another session.  And now that you know what to expect, I don't have to take it quite so easy on you."

"Jesus!" he said with a laugh.  "That was your version of taking it easy on me?"  I laughed.

"Well, to some extent," I responded. "I have some tools and techniques that can be even worse for a guy as ticklish as you.  I mean, it wasn't like I took it completely easy on you.  Frankly, I assumed this would be my one and only shot to get you to agree to submit your ticklish body, so I decided not to hold back."

"Really?" he asked, a little surprised. "You thought I'd be pissed or something?"

"Yeah, basically."

"Dude, I'm not a light weight. I can take a lot from a guy.  And you probably noticed I had a fucking boner the whole session!" he added with a hearty laugh.

"Oh yeah, man," I responded.  "I definitely noticed.  And had some fun with it as you will recall," I added, a devilish smile on my face.

"Loved that, actually.  Look, here's the deal.  I'm VERY open minded. What makes a scene fun for me is when I can tell the scene is turning you on.  And it was clear that while you enjoyed sucking my feet and rubbing my body, you were getting the most turned on by tickling the fuck out of me."

We both laughed.  "Wow, man, was it that obvious?" I asked somewhat sarcastingly.

"Dude, I thought for sure that cock of yours was going to come bursting through the opening of your boxers at some point.  But when I saw how turned on you were getting, it turned me on that my reactions were turning you on. Make sense?"

I nodded.  "Dude, I love how open minded you are.  Some guys might get pissed at being tied up and taken advantage of like that. I knew how bad tickling is for you, so in a way I ambushed you."

"Really?" he asked with surprised. "How did you know that being ridiculously ticklish is one of my weaknesses?"

"Because Tyson took full advantage of it, remember? When you said something about someone at the wedding that he didn't like?"  I could see the wheels turning as he replayed the evening.

"Wow, man, I totally forgot about that.  And didn't know you were watching, you fucking voyeur!" He laughed a good-natured, hearty laugh. I glanced back at him since we were at a red light, flashed a devious smile and grabbed his ankle while I launched a tickle attack on his foot in retaliation for that comment.  He burst into laughter and squirmed madly.  "Okay, okay, I take it back!"

The light changed so I had to let go anyway and keep driving. "Nah, man, you're right.  I was being a total voyeur and got such a boner when I saw your reaction to being tickled.  That's when I knew I had to get you tied down."

"Jesus, seriously?  You mean playing hard to get and rejecting multiple offers from me was all part of your master plan to get me to submit to your unbearable tickle torture?"  I just laughed, and he joined me, realizing he'd been conned and fell for my evil trap.

"So were you surprised by any spots on your body that turned out to be more ticklish than you expected?"  I asked.  I could see he was rewinding the session in his mind, recalling all I did to him.

"For the most part, I know all of my spots that are ticklish," he finally said. "I'd say you used some techniques and tools that I've not experienced, and some of those inflicted a much more intense tickling than I've experienced before." Then his face lit up suddenly as though he suddenly recalled something from our session.  "Actually, I had NO idea my balls were so fucking ticklish, man!" he said with a chuckle.

"Yeah?  You've not had your balls tickled?"

"Nah, man.  Played with, sure.  But never tickled.  And holy shit the feather on my balls?  Or worse the electric toothbush, which was just plain evil...oh my God!  It was absolutely unbearable torture!"  I laughed.

"Yeah, man, I could tell from your reaction!  To be honest, I really love it when a guy has ticklish balls. It's so much fun to tease him there because it not only tickles like a mother but also turns him on.  I noticed your cock was a tad ticklish, too."

"Oh yeah, for sure!" he said with a big smile. "But, Dude, you could stroke my shaft all day long if you want to.  That was really hot!  And you kept me on edge for sure.  I'd just prefer if you didn't focus too much on my cockhead since it's pretty sensitive and a few time the feathers and brushes were really bad!"

"Yeah, i noticed that too.  So I'm curious, man.  Have you been tickled much?  Like growing up?"

"Well, it's kinda hard for me hide how ticklish I am so when buddies figure it out, it's not unusual for them to take advantage from time to time.  Not like you did; I'm not saying my buddies tie me up or anything." He chuckled. "But you know like if we're wrestling around or I say something obnoxious and piss one of them off."

"I'm sure if I was one of your friends, I'd find plenty of reasons to tickle you," I responded with a chuckle.  "I do find it interesting that you don't seem to mind being tickled, and it even seems like it might turn you on a bit.  What about growing up?  Did you have an older brother who tickled you or anything?"

"Oh, ya. I was even more ticklish as a youth, so my brother Kevin used to really get a kick out of pinning me down and tickling the shit out of me, especially if I was being annoying or something.  He even recruited his best friend Josh to help him."

"Wow, that's interesting.  What's the difference in age between you two?"

"He's four years older than me so a pretty big gap. Worse, he was a total jock and back then I was kind of a wimpy nerd. Between the age difference and him being a tough, muscular dude, I didn't stand a chance." We both laughed.

"Dude, I'm trying to picture you as a wimpy nerd," I said with a chuckle. "The way you describe Kevin is how I would describe you today. And he would recruit his buddy to tickle you, too?"

"Fuck, yeah, it was awful," he responded. "Josh was even more muscular than Kevin so one could easily pin me down while the other ripped my shirt off and mercilessly tickled the shit out of me.  They would trade off and take turns and tickle me for a long time."

"Jesus, just you describing that scene is giving me such a hard on, Austin!" I said with a laugh.

"Damn, Jace, I have to admit it is me, too.  Honestly haven't thought much about those times until now. Makes me wonder if that's one reason I'm so open to bondage scenes," he said, with a chuckle. "I will say I had the biggest crush on Josh when I got older . He was  so buff and cocky, a real guy's guy. He was one of those kids that seemed to mature faster than other kids his age so before he graduated high school he was sporting a chest as hairy as mine."

"Man, he does sound hot.  Kinda want to hunt him down and con him into being tied up so you can come in from another room and get revenge on the dude!"

"Now there you go getting me all hard again, man!" he said with a chuckle.  "I still can't believe you set up the whole thing tonight to trick me into agreeing to submit my ticklish body to you.  And convinced me to take a price cut as well! Next time we get together, I think I should get a shot at tying you up and punishing you for pulling that stunt.  After all, we did discover you live in a fucking glass house when it comes to tickling."

"We'll see.  We'll see. So does that mean you get off on tickle torturing other guys?  Have you tied and tickled other customers?" The traffic was lighter than on the trip to my house so I was purposely driving slowly to try to make the trip last as long as possible since this conversation had me hard as a rock and rubbing my crotch.

"Well, not like you, but of all people, I get what a torture being tickled can be to a guy who's seriously ticklish like me. So yeah, when I get a dude tied up and I'm exploring his body, I'm watching for signs for what causes him to react.  And if he gives away the fact that he's ticklish, well then yeah I'm going to make him squirm a bit. Again, not as much as you do, but some."

"Nice, man.  Glad to see it. I hate seeing bondage videos where the bottom gives away he's ticklish and the top ignores it and doesn't take advantage."

"Dude, not everyone's into bondage and tickling like you!" he said with a laugh. "In fact, I've had a few customers I've tied up who wouldn't allow me to tickle them when I ask if they have any limits."

"Oh, man, that would be the type of guy I'd have trouble showing restraint and not tickling since since they've revealed it's a weakness for them." We both chuckled.  I was approaching his building, unable to stretch out the trip any more.  "Just pull up in front?"

"Why don't you turn left just past the building.  There's a street that dead ends there and is quiet.  Since I still have to get dressed and all." He chuckled.

"Yeah, and I do have to pay you and all.  Guess you don't want your neighbors to see that." I turned down the side street and pulled up along the curb.  The street dead ended due to a freeway that cut through so there was nobody walking by at that time of night.  A streetlight provided ample illumination so I turn around and enjoy the site of his body. Plus I still wanted to have a little fun with his feet.

He started to pull his feet back but I gently placed my hand on his ankle, suggesting he keep them on the center console. "I'm not quite done yet with your feet," I said, flashing a teasing smile. He smiled and relaxed, placing his feet back down, awaiting my next move. Grabbing my wallet from my back pocket, I fished out a stack of brand new, crisp $20 bills.

I took the first bill and folded it in half.  Then folded it in half again. Then folded it half once more, so I now had a six-ply thick crisp bill in the shape of a small butter knife. "

It's funny how when you get off on tickling guys, it seems like any household item can become a tickling implement," I said very calmly and deliberately. "Take this $20 bill for example.  On a sole as ticklish as yours, I'm betting this will tickle quite a bit, huh?" I asked while I took the tip of it, placed it against his heel and slowly stroked it up his sole.  He managed to hold back any reaction so I stroked it back down his sole, then up and down.  His foot started flexing and his toes wiggling the more the ticklish sensations built

Laughter finally spilled out of his mouth.  "Okay, okay, you proved your point!" he said, annoyed I was so hellbent on tickling him.

"Oh, I've just started to prove my point, Austin," I said with a chuckle.  "This will be the final challenge of the evening for you." I pried apart his little toe and fourth toe and used the corner of the stiffened bill to tickle the uber sensitive skin between his toes. 

"Aaaahaaye fuck!" he cried out, his laughter amping up. "Dude, not between the toes!"  I finally placed the folded bill between his two toes and let go, allowing his toes to close up and hold the bill between them. 

"Good," I continued.  "Now you have the idea.  You must hold each of these bills between your toes.  If any of the bills fall out, you will lose that bill as payment for your services tonight."

"Hold on!" he protested. "I never agreed to a test like this."

"I know. But it's not optional, Dude.  Surely a tough stud like this can handle a little light tickling and manage to keep your toes together.  Or are you saying you too big of a wuss to handle a simple challenge like this?"  I flashed a cocky smile. He scowled, not liking being backed into a corner but also not wanting to have to admit he couldn't handle a little challenge.

I took the next bill, folded it twice again and began stroking it up and down the sole holding the other $20 bill.  His foot instinctively flexed and squirmed but he had to be careful to hold the toes together holding the other bill. 

After tickling his foot for a minute with the rolled-up bill, I spread apart his third and fourth toes and proceeded to tickle the skin between them. That produced a much stronger reaction.  It was clear the skin between his toes was a weak spot for him, like it is on most guys.  Eventually I slid the bill between those toes and let go, letting him snap the bill in place.

I repeated this process with the other two bills until he had four rolled up bills held between his clenching toes.  "Alright, man, make sure those stay in there and none fall out.  Don't want you to lose out on any money," I said, unexpectedly launching a tickle attack on that sole with my fingers.

"Oh shit!" he cried out. "No, Jace! Please don't tickle my foot now.  I'm going to drop the bills."  He was trying hard not to flex and wiggle his foot but the torturous tickling sensations were making it so hard for him to hold his feet still.

"Yeah, don't do that," I said matter of factly, keeping up my tickle attack for another 30 seconds while he worked hard to keep his foot still.  I then repeated the bill trick with the remaining four $20 bills tickling his other foot with them before tickling between his toes and placing a bill there.

"Okay, man," he said after I placed the last bill between his toes. "I earned the money now. since I didn't drop any.  I'm going to pull my feet back."  His statement was less of a statement and more of a question the way his voice ended in a upward tone.

"Not so fast, Dude," I said sternly. "I'm going to set a timer for one minute and you have to continue holding all of the bills in order to keep them." I grabbed my phone to set a timer.

"Dude, that's not fair!" he protested.

"Look, Austin.  Nothing about tickle torture is fair.  At least not for the one being tickled."  I didn't even wait for his cooperation. I started the timer and announced, "One minute starting now!"  I proceeded to use both hands to tickle his poor soles.  He immediately cried out and dissolved into loud, deep laughter. 

He knew he had no choice but to keep his feet still and not flex, bend or wiggle them or he risked dropping a bill. That additional lack of control makes it even more intense for the bottom, and he was suffering.  His head was cocked back in laughter mixed with begging me to stop while he pulled his arms down from the back of the seat and was pounding his fists in frustration on the seat.  I was taking him to the absolute limit.

The funny thing was I was making this whole thing up.  He could pull his feet back away from me and grab the bills at any time and I couldn't really stop him.  Plus he'd already earned the money.  So I found it funny, and a bit hot, that he was giving up control and allowing me to continue to control him like this.  And of course the bonus for me was I got another minute of intense tickle torture in on his sexy bare feet.

As soon as the timer sounded, he quickly pulled his feet back off of the armrest and grabbed the bills from between his toes.  "Fuck, Jason!" he blurted out. "You are positively evil man!"

"Ah shucks, thanks man," I said with a chuckle, turning his complaint into a compliment.  "Alright, I guess I've got to let you go then. I had an absolute blast tonight man."

"Not so fast, my friend," he said unexpectedly, a devilish tone in his voice. "Since you added an extra challenge for me, I think it's only fair I get to put you through a little challenge."  I was surprised at his aggressiveness but my dick also jumped at his comment, as I wondered what he had in mind.

"Oh?" I asked, open to hear what was going through his mind.

"You know that lever beside your seat you use to recline your seat?  Pull up on that and keep holding it until I tell you to let go."  I decided not to protest but go with it and see where he was taking this session.  I pulled up on the handle and he slowly pulled my seat back until I was in an almost-fully-reclining position.  "Alright now place your hands behind your head."  I followed his command, placing my hands behind my head and leaving my torso vulnerable to attack.

He surprised me by suddenly hopping between the seats and sitting on my lap, his body facing mine, his legs straddling my  legs on the seat.  He grabbed  the edge of my t-shirt at the bottom and quickly pulled it up and over my head.  I straightened out my arms long enough for him to pull my shirt off and discard it, replacing my hands behind my head.

The site of this hot, muscular, hairy-chested dude dominating me, his torso on full display was intoxicating. He also gently rested his ass against my crotch.  My dick, which was pressing hard against my underwear and joggers, was now rubbing against him.  I was glad I didn't wear my jeans; I probably would've accidentally shot my load at this point.

"Alright, Jason," he said in a teasing but commanding voice, "I'm going set an alarm for five minutes. If you pull your arms down before the alarm goes off, then you'll owe me another $20."

"Jesus, Austin, I can't handle five minutes of tickling without pulling my arms down.  I could handle maybe a minute of tickling, like I did to you."

"Okay, three minutes then," he said with a chuckle, refusing any further commentary on the subject but instead hit the start button. "Remember you must keep your hands behind your head the entire time or you lose."  He started at my waist, gently squeezing my obliques.  The sensations were unbearable and I was only able to hold back my laughter for a few minutes.

He proceeded to slowly, methodically tickle torture my entire torso, working his magical fingers up my sensitive rib cage and eventually to my pits.

"Not my pits!" I cried out in protest but he only smiled and attacked with his fingertips dancing in my exposed pits.  The tickling was unbearable but I was determined not to let him break me and give him the satisfaction.   But time seemed to suddenly slow down and I laughed and thrashed madly as he expertly tormented my entire torso.

"I'm curious," he asked as he tickled me, "what's going through your mind?  Are you thinking about the next time we get together when I get to tie you down spread-eagle and tickle torture you like this for an hour?"  And suddenly, that's what I was thinking about as he tickle tortured me and my cock was really throbbing.  I realized he was slowly rocking his body so it rubbed against my cock, which was driving me insane. "I bet those feet of yours are crazy ticklish, too, huh?" he teased.

"Or, perhaps you're thinking about how the next time we get together you're going to tie ME up and get revenge for this surprise tickle attack," he continued, a sexy smile on his face.  That thought turned me on even more and suddenly I could feel my cock getting close to shooting.  "Cause you know how unbearably ticklish I am.  I can't imagine how bad you will punish me for this surprise attack on you," he continued as he tickled my pits unmercifully.  "Dude, I think your pits are as horribly ticklish as mine!"

The teasing was killing me and I was about to lose it.  "Fuck!" I cried out, "I'm going to shoot!" I warned him.

"Yeah?" he said teasingly, "And are your balls as ticklish as mine?  Would the feather drive you as wild there as it did me?"  I couldn't believe how he was pushing me with this mental game, trying to make me shoot. I couldn't hold back any longer and shot my load, filling my boxers and joggers with jism.  He moved to lighter tickling, playing with my nipples while I convulsed an allowed my dick to completely unload.

"Oh my God!" I finally blurted out. "That was intense."  I was trying to catch my breath.

"I felt bad that you'd head blue balls all night.  I didn't want you to have to drive home like that so decided I needed to help you get some relief."  I just laughed.  This hot dude was really a nice guy, at least for a moment.  "Hey, are YOU more ticklish after you shoot? he asked suddnly, a mischievous smile on his face as he launched a tickle attack.

"No!" I cried out.  The alarm sounded so I yanked my arms down and began to fight him, trying to catch his wrists and stop him from tickling me.  After a brief wrestling match he climbed off of me and returned to the back seat to collect his things.

"Oh, man, that was fun!" he said with a chuckle as he put his clothes on.

"Fuck yeah,' I said, completely spent. "The whole night was Austin," I added.

"Same for me, Jason," he said softly, thrusting his business card into my hand. "Let's do another session soon?"  His sexy smile was intoxicating.  I nodded and he got out of the car, confidently walking around the corner to his building.

I pulled out and began driving home, glancing at the clock to see it was after midnight.  The stickiness in my pants was a little uncomfortable, but I was glad I finally had relief.  It would've been a long drive home with a raging hard on.  I smiled and started to recall the events of the evening.  "I wonder if he'll be ready for another session next Saturday night?" I said to myself, a big smile on my face as I drove through the quiet streets.  "And next time, man, you're in big trouble. I'm not going to show you any mercy now that you know what my intentions are."