I naturally assumed we would find a careless teenager who dove into a shallow area or was involved in horseplay, the usual swimming pool injury case.  But as we approached the side of the pool where the injured swimmer lay, I was surprised to see he was no teenager—this guy had to be in his twenties, a fully developed, lean, muscular man.

“What’s your name?” I asked, kneeling down and realizing this dude was seriously hot…chiseled good looks, dark hair and features, light five-o-clock shadow on his face, tanned, olive skin.

“Josh,” he answered calmly.

“Hi, Josh.  I’m Jason.  Can you tell me what happened?”

“Yeah, man,” he answered, swallowing hard.  “I was being an idiot.  I was clowning around with my buddies and they started to chase me so I ran, hit some water by the edge of the pool and my foot slid out from under me.  As I fell on the side of the pool, I caught my ankle on the ladder and twisted my leg while hitting the pavement.”

“So basically you were doing what our parents have told us all our lives not to do, run at the pool?” I asked dryly, flashing a teasing smile.  He laughed at my joke, his voice bellowing in a deep, masculine laugh.

“Yeah, bro, I guess so.”

“Can you tell me where you’re hurt?” I asked, as I moved my eyes down his ripped, muscular body looking for signs of injury.  I was terribly distracted by the sexy matte of black hair covering his powerful chest, cascading down and fanning across his washboard abs.  When my eyes reached his leg, I could instantly see that it was broken, with a part of the bone protruding from his skin.  That explained his calm demeanor; he was in shock.

“Yeah, it’s my leg.”

“Okay, I can see that.  Anywhere else?”

“I don’t think so.”  I instructed my co-worker Andy to retrieve the splint kit and stretcher from the ambulance, while I moved down to his leg to get a better look.

“Can you feel this?” I asked, slowly stroking my index up his sole and back down, seeing if he had any loss of feeling in his broken leg.  His foot jumped and flexed, and he burst out with laughter.

“Yes!” he cried out.  “Watch it dude!  I’m really ticklish,” he added, with a laugh.  My dick immediately stiffened, aroused by an admission of weakness from this Adonis.

“Sorry, buddy,” I answered, with a smile.  “Just making sure you haven’t lost any feeling in your leg, which clearly you haven’t.” We splinted his leg, lifted him to the stretcher and then wheeled him to our waiting ambulance.  I rode in the back of the ambulance with Josh—which provided a great view of his ripped body clothed only in swim trunks—while Andy drove to the hospital, lights on and siren blaring.

“So, is it bad?” Josh asked nervously.

“Well,” I said hesitantly.  “It’s not good.  But I’m not a doctor but even without an x-ray I’d say it’s definitely broken.”

“Any idea what the treatment will be?”

“Again, I’m not a doctor but typically for a break like this you will definitely have cast and possibly need traction.  But don’t waste a good worry at this point.  Nothing you or I can do, really.” He nodded, but I could tell he was a worried as I used the stethoscope to enjoy a prolonged exploration of his muscular, hairy chest and then checked his blood pressure, wrapping the band around his substantial bicep. I recorded my findings on my clipboard.  “What I need to do now, Josh, is check your entire body to confirm there aren’t any additional injuries so the hospital will be prepared when we arrive.  Just close your eyes, lay back and relax.”  He nodded and closed his eyes.

I stood up and moved to his feet.  “I already confirmed you have complete feeling in this leg,” I commented, while stroking my finger up his left sole again.  He laughed out loud but still managed to keep his eyes closed.  “Let’s check your right leg,” I explained as I stroked my finger nail up and down his other sole.  He laughed loudly once more, his foot wriggling and moving wildly but he didn’t pull back his foot like most guys would do.  “Dude, you really are ticklish aren’t you?” I teased.

“Shit yeah, man!” he answered, opening his eyes to look at me.  “It’s been my downfall my whole life.”

“Downfall?” I asked as I moved up his unbroken leg inspecting for bruises and pressing my fingers into his skin to see if any spot registered pain.

“Yeah, man, seems everyone figures it out and takes advantage!” he said with a laugh.

“Everyone?” I asked, intrigued by his openness as I gently squeezed his knee intentionally testing for ticklishness.  He laughed and tensed up his leg.

“Like that!” he answered with a laugh.  “Friends, boyfriends, you name it, people figure it out and they get a rise from seeing me react so they always want to tickle me.”

“Hmm…so he’s gay,” I thought to myself.  “Never would’ve guessed, given what a masculine jock this dude was.  But glad to hear it, nonetheless.”  I moved my hands up to his thigh, pressing gently, not intending to tickle but still he giggled softly.  “Man, sure hope you didn’t grow up with an older brother like me?  I remember when my little brother would annoy me, I’d pin him down and tickle the shit out of him!”

“Oh man!  You sound just like my older brothers!” he said with a laugh.

“You mean you had more than one older brother who would pin you down and tickle the shit out of you?”

“Yeah, man.  Both of them did it.  All the damned time.  I hated it!”

“Man, must’ve sucked to be you, Dude!” I responded with a chuckle, moving up to his torso.  I was forming a raging hard on from this conversation, which I hoped wasn’t noticeable as I moved around.  “Okay, Josh, I need to check out your torso now.  Can you place your hands behind your head and relax?”

He complied, his massive armpits lined in dark hair now fully exposed.  “Sure, Jason, I’ll relax…as long as you don’t tickle me!” he said with a laugh.

“Well, I can’t promise that, Josh!” I said with a chuckle.  “Seems to tickle you no matter where I press on your body.”  I began moving my fingertips across his washboard abs, lightly pressing to check for bruises but it was clear that with each press I was hitting a sensitive spot because his stomach spasmed uncontrollably and he giggled and squirmed.  I just smiled and continued my slow and deliberate inspection, delighted that even legitimate medical evaluation techniques were making this dude squirm.

“Dude, c’mon!” he cried out in laughter as my hands move up his side pressing gently into his tender rib cage.  I actually expected his reaction as ticklish as he was.  I repeated the move up his other side with producing a similar reaction.  Interestingly, though, he kept his hands tucked firmly behind his head and didn’t try to block me no matter how badly it tickled.  I moved my fingertips through the lush hair covering his chest while pressing into his skin to check for pain.  I’d found the one spot on his body that wasn’t ticklish.

I moved my hands up to his wrist and gently squeezed his arm as I moved down past his elbow.  I could feel him tensing up as I approached his undoubtedly ticklish.  I pressed my fingertips into his pit and he started laughing, even though I wasn’t trying to tickle him.  I laughed and decided to take advantage, quickly dancing my fingertips through the hair lining his pit as I finished my inspection. He burst out with laughter and pulled his arm down to protect his ticklish pit.

“Sorry, man, I couldn’t resist,” I teased, a sly smile on my face.  I was glad he wasn’t pissed but laughed good naturedly.  I reached across his body to inspect his other arm.  “Just have to check this arm,” I explained as I begin pressing with my fingertips and moving down his arm.  This time I kept my right hand on his elbow as I slid my left hand down his sensitive tricep to his pit.  His body tensed anticipating the tickling sensations.  As soon as I pressed my fingertips into his armpit he started laughing and squirming.  I decided to take advantage so with my right hand still holding his elbow down I started tickling his exposed pit.  He lost it, roaring with laughter and trying to pull his arm down but I held it firm and kept up tickling.

Suddenly, I felt his other hand attack my rib cage, exposed and hovering above his torso.  His attack caught me off guard and I immediately recoiled my body to protect my own sensitive ribs, which effectively stopped my tickle attack.  I laughed and smiled at him, pretty impressed to by him taking advantage of my own weakness as a defense.

“Sorry, man, I couldn’t resist!” he teased, the cutest smile on his handsome face.  I glanced down to see my dick pressing hard against my uniform pants, forming quite a tent.  He also displayed an unmistakable tent in his swim trunks.  In an attempt to steer the situation back to the medical event, I sat down and began making notes on my clipboard.  I loved that he kept his hands tucked behind his head leaving his magnificent torso fully on display for me, a teasing smile on his face.

“I think this dude is taunting me!” I thought to myself, finding it rather hot.  I began asking him for background info including address, phone, age and insurance info.  He hesitated when I asked about his insurance.

“Well, I don’t have my wallet on me!” he joked, glancing down at his swim trunks.

“Oh yeah,” I answered with a smile.  “Was there anyone at the pool with you who can grab your wallet and other belongings?”

“Yup, I was there with some buddies, the ones I was chasing around the pool,” he said with a laugh.  “I’m sure one of them will bring them to the hospital.”  I picked up the microphone and radioed all of the vitals and details to the ER so they would be prepared when we arrived.  After arriving at the hospital, we wheeled him into the emergency room and into a treatment bay.  My partner wheeled the stretcher back out to the ambulance while I stayed to have Josh sign the paperwork.

“Well, man, I enjoyed meeting you!” I said as he handed me back the clipboard.  “Sorry it was under these circumstances.”

“Yeah, same to you, man,” he replied.  “Thanks for your help.  And for the laughs!”  He winked at me.  I smiled, relieved he was cool about it and wasn’t pissed or anything, since I definitely took advantage of his being ticklish.  “Hopefully I’ll see you around?”

“Sure, buddy, I’ll try to check on you in the next couple of days,” I responded, truly hopeful we would reconnect.  “Good luck on your recuperation!” I added, reaching my hand down and giving his barefoot a good tickle as I left.  He yelped, his laughter trailing away as I walked down the hall.

It was a couple of days later on a Sunday before we made another drop off to that hospital.  My partner left to run a nearby errand and I told him I’d wait at the hospital; he could pick me up when he was done.  I’d been thinking about Josh a lot, wondering whether his injuries were bad enough to warrant traction.  And if so, I was hoping the cast exposed his sexy barefoot for some more tickling.

Checking in with the nurse, I was happy to learn he was in a private room on the third floor.  The door was half open and I could hear the sound of the football game from the TV.  Josh appeared to be asleep.  Sure enough, his broken leg was encased in a cast the length of his leg and it was suspended in traction above the bed.  The cast only went to his ankle, leaving his entire barefoot floating helplessly in the air.

I entered the room and cleared my throat softly to see if he was awake, but his eyes remained closed and he was peacefully sleeping, probably a side effect of the pain meds.  I moved silently to the end of the bed right in front of his helpless barefoot.  I was also delighted to see that he eschewed the hospital gown, instead laying shirtless and propped up at an angle, providing a nice view of his sexy torso.

My heart was racing as I considered my options.  The right thing to do would be either to leave and come back another time or tap his shoulder to wake him.  But I really wanted to do the devilish thing and tickle him awake instead.  I decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it.  Slowly I raised my hand up to his sole, held my breath and touched my index finger to his heel, gently stroking my finger tip up his soft barefoot.  His foot didn’t move, nor did he wake up.

Feeling emboldened, I placed my fingertip against his heel again and repeated the stroke up his sole.  This time his foot wiggled and flexed but he remained fast asleep.  Figuring three was a charm, I repeated the stroke up his sole and this time his foot jumped, and he let out a little murmur.  But still he remained fast asleep.   This was such a rush for me living life on the edge like this, and I had a raging hard on to prove it.

Deciding it was time to wake this dude, I began slowly stroking my fingertip up and down his foot non-stop.  His foot wiggled and jumped reflexively and the longer I tickled, his body started moving and he was moaning and softly giggling in his sleep.  I began using two fingers to dance up and down his sole.  Within seconds he erupted into laughter as he awoke.

“Hey, Josh, you awake?” I asked, flashing him a teasing smile.

“I am now!” he said, good naturedly, a sexy smile on my face.  I pulled up a chair and sat beside his bed to visit with him.  He was genuinely happy to have me visit, and I was happy he was shirtless providing an up-close an unobstructed view of his ripped and hairy torso.  We started talking about the game on TV and over the next few minutes discovered we shared a passion for the same sports and teams, fueling a pleasant conversation. I hoped he didn’t notice I was totally drinking in the vision of his hot body.

“So how bad is it, the leg?” I asked.

“It’s as bad as you thought it was, man.  They’re telling me I’ll have to be in traction a minimum of four weeks!”

“Oh, man, that’s gonna’ suck!  I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks, man.  Yeah, I can’t imagine not being active or being able to work out or play any sports for that long.  I may go stir crazy.”  He would be discharged the following day and would have to bring in a home health aide to help him at home.  I couldn’t imagine what that would be like, but I also found myself thinking I wouldn’t mind visiting him during his time in traction and getting to know him better, between the things we seemed to have in common, his stunning good looks and being super ticklish.  I asked him about other injuries.

“Just some bruises, man,” he answered.  “At least that’s what they told me.  I am sore in a few places.  Um, do you think maybe you should do another inspection to make sure they didn’t miss anything?”  I started to explain that the doctors in the hospital have more training and expertise than me so no need for me to check him, but when I saw his teasing smile, I stopped myself.

“Sure, man, can’t hurt!” I said, flashing my own Cheshire grin and standing to begin my “inspection.”  I used the controls to lay his hospital bed flat, giving me easier access to his torso.  “Hmmm, I’d better close the door just so nobody thinks I’m trying to be a doctor or anything!” I said with a laugh, also knowing that Josh would likely make some noise during the inspection that could attract unwanted attention if the door was left open.

“You want me to put my hands behind my head again?” he asked in a teasing way, not even waiting for me to answer.  The site of this young, muscular Adonis with his torso fully exposed and at my disposal was intoxicating.

“Tell me if you feel any pain as I press,” I instructed officiously as I placed my fingertips on his hair-matted washboard abs and began gently poking and prodding looking for the most sensitive spots that would produce involuntary spasms and giggles from Josh. Since it was obvious to both of us that my inspection was not really a professional medical evaluation, I felt emboldened to more deliberately tickle him.  Stroking my fingertips lightly across his abs just below his belly button resulted in major spams and jumpiness, but he managed to hold back any laughter.

I pulled the sheet down slightly both to confirm that he wasn’t wearing any underwear but also to expose the area where the hips and abdomen meet.  I’ve learned over the years that applying pressure in various spots in this region can produce a pretty strong reaction.  Josh was no exception, bursting out with laughter and squirming as I started deliberately pressing my fingertips into his lower abdomen.

After a few minutes, I moved my hands back up his torso in unison and slid them to his sides.  What I really wanted to do was climb on the bed and mount his body so I could pin his body down and really work him over, but I knew that would be too risky in case anyone came in, especially because he’d probably be so loud it would only increase the likelihood of the nurse investigating.  It might also freak him out a bit since we don’t know each other that well.  But unlike in the ambulance, where I tested each side independently, I knew using both hands and attacking both sides would be more effective at breaking him down.

“Let me know if this hurts at all,” I asked nonchalantly as I wrapped my fingers around his firm waist and began gently squeezing.  Once again, he lost it bursting out with laughter, finally crying out “Yes!”

“Yes, this hurts?” I asked slightly puzzled and paused my attack.  He smiled at me and nodded his head emphatically, feebly trying to convince me I was hurting him.  But I knew better.  I smiled and returned to my inspection, adding, “Hmm…well how about this?”  I slid my fingers up his side to his rib cage and began gently squeezing and pressing.  He began shaking his head back and forth while he laughed uncontrollably.

“Yeeesssss!” he finally cried out, his whole torso squirming as I counted his ribs with my fingertips.  “You’re kiiillling me!” he complained as he laughed, and finally unable to take anymore tickling, pulled his arms down and seized my wrists in his hands to stop my tickling attack.  I laughed and gave him time to calm down.  “Duuude!” he finally cried out.  “You are EVIL!” he added, with a laugh.

“Man, if you are having that much pain in your ribs I’m thinking we’d better do a more detailed exam,” I said dryly, flashing a smile and raising my hands, fingers wiggling tauntingly.

“Nooo!” he cried out, defensively wrapping his arms around his torso to protect his sensitive ribs.  “I can’t take any more of your evil tickling!”  I laughed heartily.

“Ah, man, you’re such a wuss!” I teased.  “But I didn’t finish examining the rest of your body. Are you sure you don’t want me to confirm you have no further injuries?”  I gave him a knowing wink.

“Jesus, Jason, I don’t know if I can handle any more of your exam!” he pleaded, making air quotes with his fingers on the word “exam.”

“Ah, man, I promise I’ll be a bit more gentle for the rest of the exam.  Perhaps I got carried away on your rib cage.”

“Ya’ think?!” he answered with a sarcastic laugh.

“Alright, hands behind your head.  Have to check your arms before I can move to your legs and feet.”  He looked at me warily but complied laying back and placing his hands tentatively behind his head.  His eyes followed my hands intently as I moved up to his left arm.  I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and began sliding my right hand slowly down his arm, pressing my fingertips into his skin gingerly looking for any pain.  The fact that I wasn’t tickling him again helped him relax a bit.

As I reached his triceps, a knowingly sensitive area, I allowed my index finger to slide gently across his skin while pressing with the other fingers.  He instantly tensed up as the sensations began to flood his senses.

“Just relax, man,” I said softly.  He closed his eyes and tried to steel himself to what he knew came next.  I didn’t even pretend I was checking for pain at this point but instead of launching a deliberate tickle assault, my fingertips slowly and lightly tickling the tender skin of his pit.  I was trying to tickle him but not so intensely that he would fight me; rather more to test how long he could handle it.  Meanwhile, my other hand was holding his wrist against the mattress preventing him from pulling his arm down to protect his armpit.

As my fingers slowly, methodically danced through the hair lining his armpit, he kept his eyes closed and tried hard to concentrate on anything other than how badly the tickling sensations were becoming.  He was trying his best to tough it out but the longer I tickled, the harder it became for him to keep from bursting into laughter and yanking his arm down.  “Oh shit, man!” he cried out.

I added a little pressure as I tickled, intent on breaking him.  It took only a few seconds before he burst into laughter and tried yanking his arm down to block me.  While I had physical leverage over him as I held his wrist in place, I persisted in aggressively tickling him for only a few seconds more because I didn’t want to push him to a point he would refuse to finish the inspection.

“Okay, so far so good,” I stated matter-of-factly as I walked around his bed to check out his other side.  I couldn’t resist giving his traction-exposed barefoot a quick tickle as I passed by the foot of his bed, producing a giggle from him.  “Yep, reflexes still seem good in that foot.”  I move near his armpit on this side of the bed.

He looked apprehensive, so I decided to keep him off guard by not inspecting his armpit next.  Instead, I pressed my hands through the silky matte of hair covering his muscular chest and began pressing and stroking my fingers into and across his chest.  He had such an amazing hairy chest that I instantly sprouted wood.  I allowed both hands to arrive at his nipples at about the same time and with a teasing smile I began lightly tickling his nips with my fingertips.  His body tensed up and he let out a little gasp.  Within seconds he was squirming uncomfortably and began giggling.  “Hmm…sensitive nips I see?”

“Jesus, yes!” he burst out with a laugh, raising his head and looking toward the foot of the bed.  “And unfortunately, they are hard wired to my dick, too!” he added with a laugh.  I could see the tent that formed in the sheets at his crotch. We both laughed.

“Okay, better stop that then!” I said.  “Let’s check this arm.” I placed my left hand around his wrist to hold his arm in place and began sliding my fingers down his arm, pressing and stroking as my fingers trailed down his arm headed toward his armpit.  The closer I got to his armpit, the more he tensed.  He knew full well where my fingers were headed and how ticklish he is there.

I just smiled knowingly at him and continued my trek down his sensitive tricep to his vulnerable, deep armpit lined in hair.  My fingers began their dance and he was only able to hold back the laughter for a few seconds before completely losing it.  To his credit, he endured about 20 seconds of tickling before yanking on his arm to release his wrist from my grip.  I held his wrist in place for another 10 seconds while tickling his armpit, his laughter quickly amping up, until I finally released his wrist.

“So, um, you’re not experiencing any pain there?” I asked, with a wink.

“Pain?  Um, no.  Not the word I would use,” he replied smugly. I loved how easy going he was.  And the dude was so hot! I hoped he didn’t notice the tent in my pants.

“Okay, let’s check out your good leg, the one not in traction,” I responded sounding officious, as I moved down the bed and lifted the sheet covering his uninjured leg.  I couldn’t help but notice as I lifted the sheet and got a peek at his manhood that he too was sporting a hard on.  I used my fingers to tuck the sheet between his leg and balls and he let out a slight gasp of surprise and pleasure, a smile on his face.  I was also thrilled that he’d dutifully kept his hands tucked behind his head, maintaing his muscular torso on display.  That position made Josh appear delightfully vulnerable.

I started at his hip joint and began pressing my fingers into his skin.  I quickly allowed my fingers to slide down the inside of his thigh, which made him tense up.  I devilishly pressed my fingertips into his inner thigh—a spot invariably and surprisingly ticklish on guys—and he did not disappoint.  He cried out with laughter at the unexpected flood of sensation.  “Are you feeling pain in your thigh?” I asked officiously.

“Again, dude, not the word I would use!” he cried out between laughter.  As I continued my trek down his leg, my mind started imagining what fun it would be to have Josh tied down and truly helpless.  He was so ticklish and pretty much everywhere, it would be absolute torture for him.  Those thoughts did little to reduce my hard on, however, so I tried to return my focus to my inspection.

Since few people are ticklish along the front of their shin, I just performed a normal pressure check for any pain points.  But Josh knew where I was headed, and he looked understandably nervous.  As I reached his foot, I started by gently squeezing his foot checking for any pain.  Of course, there was none.

I placed my left hand around his ankle and pressed down against the bed to hold his leg in place, positioning my right hand at his sole.  “Okay, man, I have to check for reflexes with this foot.  And I’m not gonna’ sugar coat it.  I know with you it’s going to tickle like hell so prepare yourself,” I instructed with a devilish smile.

“Ah shit, man!” he said with resignation, closing his eyes. “Okay, I’m ready.”  I did one slow stroke with my fingernail from his heel to his toes, like a normal reflex check would entail.  He flexed his foot normally. I don’t know if he was expecting what came next.  I decided to launch an all-out tickling attack on his barefoot.  I didn’t know if I’d ever have this chance again and wanted to have no regrets.  He tried hard to hold it in but lasted only a couple of seconds before bursting out with loud, frantic laughter as my fingers expertly danced up and down his tender, ticklish sole.

Soon he was yanking on his leg trying to free his ankle from my grip. But I anticipated his reaction and held his ankle firmly in place, all the while continuing my non-stop tickling attack, an evil smile on my face.  With his other leg in traction, he had limited ability to free his sole or even block me from my tickle attack, since he couldn’t reach me.  He roared with laughter and was clearly frustrated with his plight, laughing and pleading for me to stop but I just couldn’t control myself.  At times he even pounded his fists on the bed in frustration, since he could do nothing to stop my attack.  His face grew red.  Josh knew he had no choice but to endure my attack.

“Sorry, man, just couldn’t resist,” I apologized, once I stopped my merciless attack.  He worked to catch his breath, unable to speak.  I started to worry that perhaps I’d pushed the boundaries too far, and he’d be pissed off and report me or something.  Finally, he was able to speak.

“You are a fucking asshole!” he finally blurted out, followed by laughter.  I laughed as well, relieved he was laughing and not pissed.  “Oh my god, I thought I was going to die!”

“Sorry, man, I might have gotten carried away,” I admitted quietly.  “Guess your buddies probably never tickle you that intensely.”

“Shit, man, I wish that was the case!” he answered with a laugh.  “Dude, I’ve had some friends who seem to get off on tickling me as much as you do,” he added, looking directly at my crotch, the unmistakable bulge from my hard on broadcasting my feelings.  I could feel my face turn red from embarrassment as I smiled sheepishly. “Man, this one buddy of mine, Cody…God, he’s as much of an asshole as you are!” he blurted out followed by good-natured laughter.

“Oh yeah?” I said with a smile, curious what he meant.

“Yeah, man, he never misses a chance to tickle me,” he explained.  “In fact, he’s already come by the hospital to visit me.  I’m sure you can guess the first thing he did?”  He glanced at his leg in traction and wiggled the toes on his barefoot sticking out from the cast.

“Bro, I get it.  I mean knowing as ticklish as you are and how good natured you are about it, seeing your barefoot suspended in air like this…it’s almost like an invitation to tickle you!” I replied with a laugh, seizing the moment to give his suspended foot a quick tickle with my fingers.

“Holy shit, this is going to be an unbearable six weeks!” he said, with a laugh.  Surely Josh must get off on being tickled to some extent, I reasoned in my mind, since he’s practically been asking me to tickle him and never seemed to get pissed at me.  Just then my radio sounded, my partner Andy alerting me that he was nearing the hospital to pick me up.

“Hey, Josh.  Unfortunately, I’ve got to get back to work.  Man, great catching up with you.  Seems we have a lot in common,” I said with a wink.  “How much longer are you going to be in the hospital?”

“Ah, man, they’re discharging me tomorrow,” he said, sounding disappointed that I’d not be able to visit him anymore.  “But hey, man, you seem like a cool dude and I agree we seem to share some common interests,” he said with a wink.  “if you ever have time to come by my apartment, that would be cool!  I’m going to be bored out of my gourd just having to lay in bed in traction 24 hours a day for the next six weeks!”

“Sure, man, would be happy to come by.  We could even watch the game together one day if you’d like.”

“I’d like that, Jason.  I’m going to have to rely on buddies like you to keep me from going stir crazy!”

“Sure, Josh.  I’m sure I can keep you on your toes!” I said, playfully giving his vulnerable foot one last teasing stroke with my fingers, producing the expect wiggling of his toes and chuckle.  “What’s your number?  I’ll text you so you have my number.”

He gave me his number and I texted him. I headed back down to the ER to meet up with my partner.  I was already thinking about how much fun a visit to his apartment might be. Unfortunately, life got busy so I didn’t have a chance to schedule a visit until the following week. “Hey, Josh.  Jason here. The paramedic dude.  Got any plans this evening?” I texted.

He replied immediately. “Nothing but laying here in traction.  Pretty much like every other night!  You free?”  I smiled, happy to hear he was up for a visitor.

“Yup.  I can bring dinner. You like in and out?”

“Sure, man.  Sounds good.”

 “great!  text me ur address and order.  c you at 5:30.”

“Sweet!  c you then,” he replied, followed by his order and the address.  I rolled up about 5:45, found his apartment building and climbed the stairs to the top floor.  I knocked softly on the door, but then wondered how in the hell he would answer the door if he’s in traction.  The door opened, a young guy in his early twenties greeting me.

“Josh?” he asked.  I nodded and he let me in.  “Hey, man.  I’m Colton!” he said as we shook hands, speaking in hushed tones. “I’m Josh’s home health aid.  Josh is asleep in the bedroom at the moment.”  I set the food down on the table and dropped the duffle bag I’d brought on the floor nearby.

“How’s he doing?” I asked, getting a good look at Josh’s aid.  Colton is about 6 feet tall with dirty blonde hair and boyish good looks, close-cropped beard and striking dimples dominating his handsome face.  He was wearing a fitted t-shirt, showing off his trim, muscular physique and jeans.

“He’s doing pretty well,” Colton answered softly, trying not to wake Josh.  “Leg is healing slowly but as patients go Josh is pretty cool.”  He laughed, a deep masculine voice resonating out of his boyish frame, making him even hotter.  I could tell he was checking me out as well, and his smile suggested he liked what he saw.

“Yeah, I’m guessing you typically are assigned elderly patients in your job?” I asked.

“Definitely!  This is my first assignment with a guy closer to my age, so it’s been cool working with Josh. He’s way more chill than my typical patient.”  I looked around the apartment.  It was impeccably furnished and featured high-end fixtures and details.  I guess Josh must do pretty well financially.  “So, do you want to wait for Josh to wake up, or do you want me to wake him?” he asked.

I glanced at my watch. “Nah, don’t worry, I’ll wake him.  I’m right on time.  And his food will get cold if we wait.”  I knew exactly how to wake Josh!  I stepped quietly into the bedroom.  They’d brought in a hospital bed, so he was rigged up very similar to how he looked in the hospital.  The bed was slightly reclined and once again Josh was shirtless, showing off his muscular, hairy torso.  It occurred to me that I’d never even seen him with a shirt on!

I moved to the end of the bed where his barefoot protruded from the cast, suspended vulnerably in midair.  I reached up and gave his sole a stroke with my index finger.  Nothing.  I gave it a second stroke and his foot wriggled, but he remained asleep.  I began ever-so-lightly dancing my fingertips up and down his tender sole without stopping.  His foot flexed and moved in response and he began to giggle softly in his sleep.  He must’ve been in a deep sleep, since I kept tickling and his foot responded but he didn’t wake up.

I could feel the familiar bulge form in my jeans, and I instinctively glanced behind me, surprised to see Colton standing just outside the door, grinning while watching me tickle Josh awake. I turned back to Josh’s foot and kept up my methodical stroking of his barefoot wondering how long it would take Josh to wake up.

“Dude, c’mon…..stop….that tickles,” Josh murmured in his sleep, his speech slurred from his dream state.  I kept tickling until Josh started laughing louder, regaining consciousness and becoming aware his foot was under tickle attack. “Jason!” he finally cried out, fully realizing the situation. “Cut it out…haahhahaaa!”  I laughed and stopped my tickle attack, stepping around the bed to greet him.  I glanced back to see Colton stepping away from the bedroom door and heading back to the living room, having witnessed the entire tickle attack.  I wondered what he thought of my tickling Josh, although his grin told me he wasn’t terribly bothered by it.

“Hey, Josh,” I greeted.  “How you doing man?”  I extended my arm and we shook hands.

“I’m good, Jason,” he answered with a chuckle. “Although you sure make it hard as hell to sleep, man!”  I smiled mischievously.  He used the remote control to raise the back of the bed so he was sitting up, providing an even better view of his amazing torso.  “What’s this I hear about you bringing dinner?” he teased.

“Ah yes, let me grab it,” I said, returning to the living room to retrieve the bag of food.  Colton was packing his backpack, preparing to leave.

“Hey, man,” he said.  “My shift is over so I’m taking off.”

“Okay, cool,” I answered, shaking his hand.  “Nice to meet you.”

“Same, Jason,” he said, picking up his backpack, turning back to me with a sly grin. “Funny but every one of Josh’s buddies can’t seem to resist tickling his poor foot when they visit!” he added with a laugh and a wink.

“Yeah, I guess as ticklish as he is it must suck for him to in traction!” I said with a laugh, trying to be play it off casually, hoping Colton hadn’t noticed the bulge in my jeans. He laughed as well.

“I’m glad you’re here in case he needs something,” he responded.  “Josh knows the procedures if he needs any help going to the bathroom or anything.  And my replacement, Nancy, will be here at 9. She’s the overnight nurse.”

“Sounds good, man.  I’ll probably see you around?”

“Sure, thing,” he answered with a smile.  “I’m here Monday through Friday so I’ll probably see you on your next visit, Jason.”  I grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator and returned to the bedroom with the food as I heard the door close behind me.  I was glad I had a three-hour window of privacy before the night nurse arrives.  I had big plans for the night and would require total privacy to pull them off.

Josh and I caught up as we ate. Conversation came easy between us and I was able to learn more about him, including that he works in marketing and is rising fast in his career, which explains the luxury apartment and high-end furniture. Our mutual senses of humor were very compatible, so we laughed a lot and gave each other crap about stuff.

“So, have many of your buddies been able to visit you since you got home?” I asked.

“Yeah, some of them,” he answered.

“Is Cody one that made it by?” I said with a mischievous smile.

“Of course!” he said with a laugh. “The dude ain’t gonna’ pass up a chance to tickle me while I’m laid up and helpless like this!”

“Yeah, Colton mentioned that all of your buddies couldn’t resist tickling your poor barefoot stuck in traction,” I said with a laugh. “I immediately thought of Cody.”

“Yup, Cody and I actually dated for a short while.  He loved to pin me down and tickle the shit out of me!” he said with a laugh. I was surprised at how relaxed he was talking about being tickled.  I could feel my dick rising to attention just from our conversation. “Seriously, I think tickling is a fetish or something for him!”

“Is that why you guys broke up?” I asked.

“Nah, we just realized we were better friends than lovers,” he answered. “But our breaking up clearly didn’t stop him from tickling me!” We both laughed. I think Cody and I have a lot in common. After we finished dinner and hit a lull in conversation, I took a deep breath and decided to test the waters for a little slap and tickle.

“Man, I can’t imagine what it would be like to be stuck in bed like this for weeks. What’s been the most frustrating thing about it?” I asked.

“You mean besides having to use the bathroom in a bedpan and a dude who looks like my little brother giving me sponge baths?” he said with a laugh, not missing a step. I laughed, too. “All joking aside, I think what frustrates me most is not being able to exercise.  I’ve always been an active dude and pretty much a gym rat.”

“Yeah, with that physique, I can definitely tell you work out,” I acknowledged.

“Thanks for noticing, man,” he said with a teasing smile. “Jesus, I hate to see what I’ll look like after laying here for a month and a half and not working out once! I’m going stir crazy.”

“Yeah, I can imagine, man,” I said sympathetically. Although I’d already guessed that would be his answer, and it would play perfectly into my next move. “You know, I don’t know if I mentioned it, but I used to be a personal trainer before becoming a paramedic. At one point I got a gig through a home care agency helping people who were temporarily bed ridden maintain an exercise regimen. That’s actually what inspired me to become a paramedic.” Shit, I could bullshit like the best of them!

“Seriously?” he said, not suspecting a thing. “That’s really cool, man.  So how did you help patients in traction like me exercise?”

“I developed some custom workouts that use resistance to simulate working out with weights, so you can still maintain muscle mass.  Are you familiar with the concept of resistance workouts?”

“Yeah, man, like the giant rubber bands and shit?”

“Zactly!” I said with a chuckle. “But since you are laying down and have limited range of motion, for ripped guys like you who don’t want to lose too much of your muscle mass while laid up, I found a modification that forces you to exert a high level of resistance with key muscle groups, including your biceps/triceps, chest/back, legs and even abs. And it can be accomplished lying down and even when you are in traction.”

“Wow, man, that sounds perfect!” he said enthusiastically, clearly not seeing where this was going. “Could you take me through the workout?”

Jesus, I should be in sales, I thought to myself. “Dude, totally. I even brought the equipment we’d need in case you were interested,” I said with a smile.

“Awesome, man!” he said excitedly. “Let’s do it.”

“Sure, Josh,” I said with a smile. “It takes some work to get your body rigged up for it, so once we start, we will want to finish the full hour workout. Do you want to pee first?”  He nodded and motioned toward the bedpan, looking a little embarrassed. “Don’t sweat it, man. You should see the shit I deal with as a paramedic!”

I placed it on the bed and helped him turn toward his side. I pulled back the covers and confirmed he was buck naked, making it easy to help him do his business.  When he was done and I pulled the sheet back up, I was careful to pull it just above his manhood, so his full torso was exposed and visible. I suspected he knew I was enjoying the view, anyway, and was more than happy to show off his impressive physique.

Grabbing my duffle bag from the living room, I used the remote to lower the bed to a flat position and began to unpack the items from my bag. When he saw the restraints and ropes, he appeared apprehensive.

“Relax, man,” I said reassuringly. “I promise I’ll make this fun for you, and I think you’ll be surprised what an intense and exhausting workout this is.” I gave him a knowing wink followed by mischievous smile.  He still looked a little nervous. I wondered if he was starting to catch on to my plan. I moved to the head of the bed and quickly tied the ropes to the metal frame at each corner of the hospital bed.

“Alright, I’m going to secure each wrist to the corner of the bed. Then when we begin the workout, you’ll be pulling on the ropes and creating resistance to work your triceps and biceps as well as getting some shoulder muscle work.” I was trying hard to sound officious and relate this back to a muscle development purpose, intentionally distracting him from the fact that I was in fact securing him with inescapable bondage.  I grabbed his right wrist and brought it up to the top corner of the bed, wrapping the nylon cuff around his wrist and securing it snuggly with the Velcro strap.

“So out of curiosity,” he asked with a laugh, a suspicious smile on his face, “why can’t I just grab hold of the ropes and pull down, instead of you having to put me in bondage?”

“Two reasons,” I answered, not missing a beat. “First, it would place most of the resistance on the muscles in your hand and fingers, not your arm. By securing it around your wrist, your hand doesn’t do any of the work and it shifts all of the tension to your bicep and tricep, which is where you want to build the muscle.” He nodded, seeming to buy my reasonable sounding answer.

“Second, the rope can slip in your fingers and it’s impossible to achieve as much resistance as you can when the ropes are cuffed around your wrists.” I was quite proud of how fast I pulled those bullshit answers out of my ass.

“Okay, Bro, but I’m just gonna’ say it…this workout seems a tad kinky!” he said laughing nervously, while I placed the restraint around his left wrist and secured his arm outstretched above his head, leaving him in a spread-eagle position and his torso completely vulnerable.

“Yeah? You into kink, Josh?” I teased as I moved to the foot of the bed and tied the third rope to the metal frame corner by his right foot.  I secured the cuff around his one free ankle, making sure the leg was pulled tightly to the corner. I couldn’t help but notice what looked like a tent forming under the sheet at his crotch. Hmmm, perhaps he IS into kink.

“So same concept with your leg,” I explained, again trying to sound all serious. “You’ll now be able to pull hard on your leg and work your leg muscles.  And no, before you ask, you can’t just grab it with your toes!” I chided him with a laugh. “Unfortunately, we won’t be able to do anything to exercise your injured leg until it heals.  So once the cast is off and you are mobile once again, we’ll have to do some physical therapy to get that leg back into shape to match other. Any questions before we get started?”

“Yeah, so how will I get an ab and chest work?” he asked.

“You’ll see.  We’ll use twisting motions and simulated sit-ups to work your torso,” I explained, moving back up the bed to his exposed right armpit.  “Okay, let’s get started.  Pull down with your right arm, trying to pull it toward the center of your body.”  He gave his arm a pull. “Good, but do it harder,” I instructed. He pulled harder. “Okay, I think you need some motivation here to give it the kind of yank you’re going to need to work your biceps,” I said, plunging my fingertips into his helpless pit, dancing my fingertips through the hair lining his pit.

“Ah shit!  Haaahahhhhhaaa!” he cried out, caught off guard at my unexpected tickle attack. I kept it up, a devilish smile taking over my face, while he began yanking desperately on the restraint holding his wrist in place above his head in a futile attempt to free his wrist.

“That’s it!” I said encouragingly. “Keep yanking as hard as you can, like you’re trying to free your wrist from the restraint.” My fingers kept up their non-stop tickle attack of his deep, massive pit (thanks to impressively large biceps and wide shoulders), venturing from just above his rib cage, spidering through the hair of his pit to make contact with the extremely ticklish skin underneath and occasionally sliding up his sensitive tricep.

“I AM trying to free it, you Motherfucker!” he cried out between peels of helpless laughter. I just laughed, finding it rather hot that he was getting frustrated at my tickle attack. I stopped after about 30 seconds, allowing him to catch his breath. “Holy shit, bro! I wasn’t expecting that,” he was finally able to sputter.

“Yeah, but it worked,” I said, unphased as I walked around the head of the bed to his other exposed pit. “You should be feeling a little burn in your right arm after that. Alright, let’s repeat that with your left arm.”

“Wait!” he cried out. “You don’t have to tickle me! I’ll yank harder this time,” he promised desperate to prevent a second attack.  He started yanking pretty hard on his arm and applying non-stop pressure, trying to show me he was cooperating. “See?!”

“That’s definitely an improvement. But I’m betting you can muster up even more effort with the right motivation,” I teased, a devilish smile on my face as I plunged my fingertips into his helpless pit and began a second tickle attack.

“Ah, fuck, noooooo!” he cried out, followed by deep, loud laughter as he yanked wildly on the restraint and tried to free his arm. His masculine, desperate laughter was giving me some serious wood while I inflicted another 30-second tickle attack.

“Great job, Josh!” I said as I moved above his head in between his arms. “Now let’s see you work both arms at the same time.” I stretched both hands out placing them just above each of his vulnerable armpits.

“C’mon, Jason!” he pleaded, knowing full well what was coming next. “Please don’t do this!” He had the saddest puppy dog eyes, which might have swayed me if I didn’t have a raging hard on distracting me.

“Ah, Josh, I know it’s not easy,” I said as I launched a tickling attack of both pits at the same time. “You know what they say, though, no pain no gain.  Now give me all you’ve got, man!” He completely lost it, the sound of his deep, desperate laugher echoing off the walls as he yanked wildly on both arms, however futile the effort to free his wrists.  I continued my attack for a full minute before stopping.  He was gasping for air, sweat starting to bead from his forehead and arms. With all of his desperate pulling and squirming, he’d managed to knock the sheet off most of his body, leaving him almost naked.  I couldn’t help but notice his dick was standing at full attention.

“Oh my God, you are fucking killing me!” he finally cried out after catching his breath once more.

“Perhaps,” I said as I moved to the center of his bed near his crotch, “but your dick is telling me you don’t really mind it TOO much!” I stroked my finger tip lightly up the underneath side of his swollen cock to punctuate my point, causing it dance in reaction. He laughed softly and his face turned red. “Alright, man, you’re doing great! Now it’s time to work the abs and torso,” I announced, preparing to climb up on the bed and straddle his waist.

“Wait!” he protested. “I’m beginning to realize the gravity of my situation here, since I stupidly let you tie me up. Before you attack again, I have a request,” he said, giving me puppy dog eyes for sympathy.

“Hmmm…a request?” I asked, responding with a curious smile. “You’re not really in a position to negotiate at the moment, Josh.  But, sure, what’s your request?” I asked, sounding a little sarcastic. A sheepish smile came over his face, as he realized how out of control he was.

“Look Dude, I’m totally naked here.  And you’re still fully clothed. It’s clear you’ve got a rockin’ body, Jace, and I’ve never even seen you without a shirt!” he argued. “If you’re going to put me through hell with this evil workout you’ve concocted, can’t you at least treat me to a little show while you work me over, man?” I laughed, glad he was interested in checking out the solid muscle on my lean frame.

“Fair enough, Josh,” I answered, lifting my t-shirt up and over my head, tossing it on the chair. “Better?” He nodded, his smile telling me he liked what he saw. “In fact, I’ll even lose the jeans for you,” I offered, kicking off my shoes and dropping my jeans to the floor. Truth is I was pretty turned on by this scene and didn’t want to risk accidentally shooting my wad with my tight jeans rubbing my hard on.

With only boxer briefs, it was now quite obvious that I too was sporting major wood. I hopped up on the bed, throwing my leg up and over his torso to straddle his waist, being careful not to sit or lean back too far and put pressure on his injured leg in traction.

“Thanks for losing the clothes, Jace.  The view is even better than I imagined,” Josh said, enjoying the view of my torso up close, a Cheshire grin on his face. “Nice hairy chest and abs, too.”

“Thanks, man.  You a sucker for a hairy chest, too?”

“Uh, definitely, on a muscle dude like you.” While I enjoyed the flirting, I was ready to get the games going again.

To be continued...