“Hey, Austin,” he called out to his co-tormentor, “It appears that Mateo has decided he’d rather talk than to suffer any more tickle torture.” Austin stopped his tickling, to allow Mateo to catch his breath.  It took Mateo a full thirty seconds before he could even regain the ability to speak.

“Holy shit!” he finally blurted out. “That was just cruel, man.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s called tickle TORTURE, Bro!” Jason said with a laugh.  “And we can keep this going all night, so you’d better start talking if you don’t want to suffer any more.” Mateo’s eyes pleaded with Jason, knowing that if he revealed the name of his employer, he would be at risk of harm or at minimum lose his day job.  But if refused to talk, he might die tonight from the unbearable tickle torture he was suffering.

Mateo had always been a ticklish guy, and plenty of friends and family took advantage of his weakness when they discovered it, but he’d never experienced anything close to this. To be tickled mercilessly like that for such a long time truly was torture for him, and he knew he couldn’t take much more. And yet seeing these two hot, muscular guys getting so turned on by making him suffer was for some unexplainable reason turning him on, flooding his mind with mixed signals.

“Hmmm…get those fingers ready, Austin,” Jason called out. “Mateo is acting like he’s gotten cold feet about giving us the information we need. He might need you to warm them up!” Jason’s evil smile sent shivers down Mateo’s back.

“Wait!” he protested. “I’ll talk. Just give me a minute.” He continued to catch his breath while he weighed his options, but when he finally could stall no longer, he decided to save himself from any more torment. “It’s…..it’s…..Paul,” he finally managed to utter, almost in a whisper.

“Paul Martin? Your boss on the landscaping project?”  Mateo shook his head as confirmation. “Why that son of a bitch! We paid the dude twenty grand, and he has the nerve to send you back to steal from us so he can get more money from us?” Austin had returned to the kitchen, kneeling beside Mateo while drinking in the sight of his ripped, exposed hairy torso, his chest still heaving a bit as he caught his breath.

“But you can’t tell him I told you!” Mateo pleaded. “He’ll kill me!  Or fire me, and I need the money.”

“We’ll figure that out later, man,” Jason said, showing little empathy for their tickle victim. “You should’ve considered that before you agreed to break into our house.  You’re lucky we didn’t shoot you!”

“I’m sorry, man!” Mateo protested, a pleading tone in his voice. “Paul didn’t give me a choice. And he paid me a grand.  That’s two weeks’ pay in landscaping.”

“Well, that’s not going to do you much good in jail, is it?” Jason responded sharply. “Austin, grab your phone and call 9-1-1. Now that we’ve got our answers, they can come and take Mateo away.” Austin started to jump up but Mateo began to plead for mercy.

“Pleeease, Mr. Jason!  I’m begging you…don’t call the police.  I don’t have my papers.  They will send me back to Mexico.” He looked truly desperate. It was clear Mateo was scared both by his employer and the prospect of being deported. “Please, I will do ANYTHING!” Austin looked at Jason with puppy dog eyes, feeling a soft spot for Mateo and not wanting to derail his life. Jason looked at Austin with a curious, slightly crooked smile that told Austin that Jason’s mind was at work scheming something. Jason nodded to Austin to step away to talk.

The guys moved to the hallway out of earshot of Mateo, still bound and worried. “Dude, what are you thinking?” Austin asked, now curious as to what Jason’s devious mind was cooking up.

“Bro, look at our boners!” he said with a laugh, glancing down at the bulges protruding out of their underwear. “This dude is hot as hell and one ticklish fuck! I’ll think he’ll agree to any kind of torment we decide to put him through in exchange for us not calling the cops. I can tell you’re getting a kick out of being on the giving side of tickle torture for once.  What do you say, you cool with me striking a bit of a Faustian bargain with Mateo that means we don’t turn him into the cops?”

Jason’s truly evil smile sent a shiver down Austin’s back, but his idea also sent a shiver to his dick.  “Hell yeah, Jace!” he said with a smile. “Frankly, I was feeling bad for him that we could ruin his life with one call. And he IS fun as hell to tickle torture.  Plus, man, I’m pretty sure he had some wood popping in his jeans so he might be enjoying this more than he’s letting on.” They grinned and returned to Mateo’s side, kneeling on either side.

“Please guys!’ Mateo started to plead again. “I can’t go back to Mexico…I’ll do anything. I could suck your dicks or something?” He truly sounded desperate.

“Dude, relax,” Jason responded, softening his tone with Mateo. “While we don’t appreciate you breaking into our house, we also don’t want to be the reason you get deported. Or lose your job.  So, we have a proposition for you,” Jason explained, flashing the most devilish of smiles.

“Anything!” he offered, his eyes pleading with his captors.

“Alright, here’s our offer. We’ll not call the cops and instead turn a blind eye toward your breaking into our house tonight. In exchange, you agree to let us tie you up in our bondage room.”

“Bondage room?” he asked nervously.

“Yeah, I think it’s clear by now we get off on tying ticklish guys up and teasing and tormenting them. We converted one of our bedrooms into a bondage room, complete with a bondage table, to restrain ticklish guys like you so you can’t escape our tickling.  So, if you agree to our deal, once we untie you and you use the bathroom, get some water, clean up, then you will allow us to tie you to the bondage table for as long as we want. Naked.”

“Naked? Are you going to do more than tickle me? ” he asked nervously. “I really don’t get into anal sex or anything like that.”

“Relax, Mateo,” Austin offered softly. “We mostly get into teasing and tickling dudes. Which means we’re going to tickle you everywhere, and that includes your dick. And we will probably edge you as well.” Mateo relaxed a bit, a slight smile on his face, perhaps thinking about his dick getting some attention.

“Okay,” he said after a moment. “It’s a deal. Now can you help get me out of this damned dog door?” They all laughed.