How Mark Became a Tickle-Slave - Part 2
by Jerol Villadolid
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Mark was pacing up and down the school's hallway anxiously awaiting a call from the old pervert that had kidnapped and blackmailed him 3 months ago.
He was furious and disgusted at what the old man was asking him to do before the crappy phone connection was cut. He was waiting for him to call again and explain a second time what exactly did he want Mark to do again.
In the 3 months since his virtual captivity, Mark had been introduced into new pleasures and territories he never even knew existed. Mr. Eric Sanders, the name of the old man, happened to be one extremely clever and scheming individual. Mark had made several attempts to break free from the blackmail only having to back down when pictures of his sexual encounters with Sanders would suddenly show on the school's 10-meter wide electronic display board merely a few seconds before the crowd enters the stadium.
Or when photos of his face in blissful pleasure were posted on his first class' bulletin board where some of his classmates actually already saw the picture and Mark had to explain that it was an audition photo for a massage cream ad he was applying for. Getting curious smirks and giggling whispers to Mark's completely red and humiliated face. Mark understood now that Sanders was completely relentless and was completely willing to put action to his threats.
Perhaps the biggest obstacle to Mark's hopeful dash for freedom is that Sanders never dared ask anything from Mark which would be too much for him to handle. For the past 3 months they merely virtually repeated their first encounter with Sanders content with nothing more than to bring Mark to tears with intense tickling and intense teasing. There was never really any demand for sex. Only if Mark developed a hardon would Sanders even care to approach him sexually and even then it would have probably been to Mark's own wishes in his need to cum.
Still, Mark was beginning to find the relationship unbearable as in his quest to completely molest and exploit this hunk, Sanders was beginning to make Mark really enjoy the obscene things that was being done to him.
This terrified Mark as he was not prepared to become someone addicted to being tickled and pleasured. He was not yet ready in being a tickle slave and there is still a strong resistance in his heart to remain what he was before he met Sanders.
"Hello? Sanders? can you hear me alright now?" asked Mark as the connection suddenly improved.
"Yes Mark. I can hear you just fine."
"Good… because I could not believe my ears on what you wanted me to do when you called me earlier."
"Why? weren't you listening to me?" asked Sanders with a smile on his face.
"Sanders…. you want me to offer my body to someone I completely don't know! I'm able to endure your shit simply because It was just you and I can pretend later it didn't happen. That is how I cope with the disgusting things you do to me." said Mark.
"Disgusting? How many times did I hear you yell… oh god… i fucking love this! while I was making love to your body?" replied Sanders.
"Besides. This young man deserves to have you. You have no idea how much he needs this experience with you Mark." he added.
"But you're pimping me!" yelled Mark.
"No, no money is involved here. And the boy doesn't know. I have seen how he looked at you. The lust and longing in his eyes for you is undeniable. You may not notice it, but a simple smirk from someone like you will have him masturbating for days. And I know that with great desire comes great skill. He will have you screaming in pleasure just as I have because having you for one night will be the highlight of his entire life."
"No Sanders! This wasn't part of the deal! I've done my part and tolerated your nasty shit. I'm not a piece of meat you can just trade for points!"
"I'm not asking for your permission Mark."
"No! You know what? Damn you! and damn your photos! send them if you like, I don't give a shit! Goodbye!"
Mark slammed the phone angry and enraged how Sanders could ask something like this from him. To be molested and used the way he was was one thing, but to be offered like a stuffed turkey to a completely deprived and painfully timid boy was a completely different thing altogether.
Mark went about his entire day already upset and disengaged from all interest. He thought about his conversation with Sanders. He has slammed the phone on the old man countless times before and they both knew there was really no way Mark could say no to whatever the old man will ask of him.
Across the cafeteria Mark looked at the table on the room's edge where a fat, quiet boy of 19 was silently eating his lunch completely divorced from all social involvement with the other students. Clarence was a freshman and a scholar to the university. He was the silent 'weirdo' type you often see in school but there was something completely special about this young man. When you approach and talk to him he was one of the most likeable and pleasant personalities you will ever get to meet. However after the brief talk, the boy will mysteriously sink back into his well of personal insecurity and self doubt.
Clarence had even won awards in highschool for best speech, best spontaneous delivery, and many other oratory achievements. Yet quite oddly whenever the class was left alone, Clarence's chronic timidity and shyness will creep back in. This enigma of a man is made even more curious considering Clarence has a well-guarded personal secret about his persona. He was completely and utterly obssessed with handsome men. Just like Sanders, his deprived situation made him gleem with envy at how they could be living such perfect lives. Popular, happy, getting everything they want and nothing being denied them. Clarence would give his soul just to be them for a day. To be someone else.
This intense desire has somehow manifested itself into Clarence's own tickle fetish. He was literally spending more than half his time fantasizing and researching about men being tickled, being worshipped, being admired for the beautiful beings that they were. Indulging in that fetish somehow completed Clarence's personal void. As long as he had access to tickle material, he could not care less whatever the world denied him.
Mark let go a very deep sigh and picked up his Iphone. He flicked through his contacts and pressed the screen name "evil fucking bastard" and the phone dialed-up Sander's cellphone number.
"Sanders…. what do I have to do….?"
Evening arrived and Clarence was finally forced to leave the library returning his favorite books on European history and culture. This was one happy day for him as earlier in the cafeteria he was able to take secret snapshots of his biggest crush with his iphone as the stud was apparently busy calling somebody. It was almost habitual for Clarence to play the dangerous game of taking secret pics. But the contentment that gave him was worth all the risk. Mark was his most favorite guy in school. There was something about this blond hunk that epitomized the perfection Clarence could only dream he somehow had. Mark had an amazing body. And also a very handsome face. But most of all Mark, having it all and even being a bit arrogant, was a completely genuine person. Clarence never forgot the time Mark helped him with his heavy books even though he was carrying heavy bags himself. He will never forget the only brief conversation they had;
"Careful there buddy. You're gonna hurt yourself in these steep stairs if these books completely cover your eyes."
This completely asexual comment had been played out repeatedly in Clarence's brain whenever he masturbated to mental images of Mark. 'This was one stud I will definetely never ever hope to strike the courage to talk to', Clarence thought. He just left it at that and began to insert his keys to his third floor dorm apartment.
As Clarence stepped inside, he saw something that nearly gave him a heart attack. There inside the room, was the most gorgeous hunk in school, bound naked in the most lewd and obscene position. He was tied to a sturdy, metal bar stool. Arms upwards with his wrists tied to the short backrest behind, his ankles were equally tied at the metal bars that connect the stool's legs completely exposing his privates and also his barefeet and soles.
The sight almost made Clarence's knees fall to the floor in complete and utter shock. There was a few seconds when he didn't know where he was, what was happening, or what was going on. It took some time and Mark's anxious, incredibly sexy squirming body to break Clarence's momentary dymensia. He was suddenly brought back into reality, and as the slow realization of what he will be able to do tonight set in… Clarence practically came in his pants.
The sudden arrival of someone else in the room took Mark off his suspended animation and almost involuntarily he began squirming in anxious anticipation. He was blindfolded, his ears plugged, but was left without a gag. Sanders knew inviting concerned neighbors in the room was the last thing Mark would want to do. And he made sure to tell Mark beforehand that the walls weren't sound proof. Giving the poor hunk one more thing to worry as he must preserve some semblance of self-control throughout this ordeal if that is at all possible.
Clarence walked with shaky knees closer and closer to Mark. He didn't care why this hunk was tied the way he was in his room. Maybe it was a prank, a fraternity initiation, even divine intervention. The whole thing could even be an illusion and Clarence would still not care to blink away.
There was no playbook for what was suppose to happen next. Clarence didn't know what to do first. Mark's entire body was laid out like a giant feast for our sex-starved virgin. Mark's delicious nipples are pointed straight at him begging for his attention. Or those magnificent athletic large feet that has so hypnoticed Clarence during the ball games. Given such choices, Clarence decided to lunge first on his deepest frustration with Mark. The thing that has so taunted him whenever our hunk would casually change shirts during break time. Clarence plunged his face and buried it completely into Marks sweaty, manly, armpits.
The unpredicted attack almost made Mark jump off the tormenting chair. He has a real ticklish sensitivity about his armpits which Sanders never failed to exploit. Though even Sanders himself doesn't seem to match the desperate grasps that Clarence was now doing. It's as if the boy had been drowning in a sea of frustration and Mark and his naked body was his only access to life-giving oxygen.
"Oh my God…. Haaa…. Haaaa…. oh shit!" panted Mark.
Clarence had his entire mouth mobilized into sucking every last bead of sweat from Mark's manly smelling pits. Sanders had explicitly ordered Mark not to shower after the afternoon's practice knowing full well his manly aura was the exact thing that will be worshipped this coming evening. Clarence had his entire face smack in the middle of Mark's wide, hairy pits. You can hear the boy's deep inhales from halfway across the room as his lungs desperately sucked up Mark's manly aroma. He also had his arms hugging Mark's torso in an unbreakable embrace as if to make it more difficult for whatever forces to tear them apart.
Just like the old pervert Sanders, Clarence was able to find Mark's ticklish weakness quickly and soon he was pulling at Mark's pit hairs very gently with his teeth driving Mark into an almost screaming fit. The pit frenzy lasted for almost half an hour before other sensitive areas of Mark's body magnetized Clarence into giving them equal attention.
As if it were a prequisite for men like Sanders and Clarence, the desire to pleasure a man through his nipples was a tradition that neither of them intend to break especially with a captive as handsome as Mark. The many sessions Mark was forced to do with Sanders since his virtual captivity has transformed Mark's already sensitized nipples into erogenous zones that can get him drooling in just a few minutes play. The attention Clarence gave to Mark's armpits earlier have already made his pink nipples very stiff. Jutting out quite obscenely seeking whatever mouth or finger can satisfy their unquenchable itch to be roiled and flicked.
Clarence himself was quite surprised as he didn't expect Mark's nipples to be as stiff and hard as they are. Almost immediately he shot his fingers forward and clamped the two nubs between his lustful digits. He would bring his face close to Mark's mouth listening to every breath and moan his fingers elicited from the man. He would lovingly scratch the stiff pink nips as if to find the place where the unquenchable itch originates. Driving Mark into high pitched squeals of ecstacy.
"Oh Mark. You have no Idea how long i have wanted to do this to you."
"Hhhhaaa…. Nnhhhaaa….. pplease…."
"I have no Idea how you ended up tied to my room like this, but whatever the reason… tonight is going to be the high point of my entire life. I will never have another opportunity like this ever again. I am going to pour all my lust out for you and savor this once in a lifetime chance to have a guy like you completely exposed and available to me."
With that Clarence brought his mouth to Mark's chest and wrapped his mouth on his right nipple. The unexpected contact of the wet tongue in his over-sensitized nipple made Mark yell in sensory overload.
"Aaagghhh! Ohhh!… Ohhh… don't…. please!"
Mark's cries of pleasure and futile pleas were music to Clarence's ears. Being able to taste, suck, and tease this perfect man was driving Clarence into his own overload. He could clearly see Mark's attempts at using his muscular body to break away from the chair, these futile attempts merely increased his lust and made Clarence's eyes glazed with wild desire.
Clarence immediately thought how much Mark would be squirming away when he gets to tickling that gorgeous body. He promised himself not to end this experience until he has tickled Mark to within an inch of his sanity.
Mark had his chest pushed out almost as if to invite more attention from Clarence's mouth and alternating fingers. The pink, stiff nips were harder than ever and the simultaneous sensations of both a sucking mouth on one and scratching fingers on the other was driving Mark into sexual oblivion.
Clarence sensed that he could make Mark cum just by the attention he was paying to his nipples and so he decided to stop. There was still a laundry list of ticklish and exquisite joys he plans on putting Mark through before he could ever allow him to cum.
Clarence brought his lips to Mark's and gave him a passionate kiss. A kiss Mark did not yet reciprocate. Clarence was only too aware how proverbially straight Mark is, and made himself a personal challenge to have Mark completely broken down and later have him kissing back like he was kissing his girlfriend.
He brought his lips to Mark's ears and whispered, "Mark, your large feet are about to be completely slobbered up by my tongue. I would just like to confess to you now that I have stolen your sweaty socks from the lockers countless times before. Always replacing them with brand new ones so you would not notice…"
In the passion of the moment, Clarence failed to see that Mark had earplugs and is unable to hear his personal confessions. Though in the sexual high he was currently under, it is doubtful if Mark's mind can process anything at all other than the delicious pleasures he was being subjected to.
Clarence kneeled down next to Mark's bound feet and touched the size 13's with his clamoring hands. He cannot believe this whole experience is happening, but finally touching these magnificent athletic feet reminded him once more that this was a completely unreal experience. Here between his hands were the feet that Clarence would give his life away to even just touch and sniff. And now he was about to explore every square inch of it with his nose and drooling mouth.
Clarence started by tickling the exposed and vulnerable soles immediately drawing laughter from the helpless stud. Mark was completely sensitive on his feet especially his soles and it was another prized trait that he had that was a complete blessing for someone like Clarence. He had his fingers dancing lustfully between Mark's long pink toes eliciting the loudest laughter from the bound man.
"Hahaha… HAHA…. Oh shit! please…. I can't take it! HAHAHA"
Now it was Clarence whose mind was unable to process anything other than the sight of Mark's feet. It's as if the world is devoid of sound and these sexy squirming toes was all that existed in the universe. He involuntarily brought his face and nose next to the squirming toes and inhaled Mark's strong smell directly from his feet for the very first time.
The sudden aroma was almost enough to make Clarence cum in his pants. He was familiar with Mark's foot scent, having almost a dozen of his sweaty socks in zip locks ironically just across the cabinet beside them. And now he had his nose touching the very toes where such scent originates. Clarence was careful to make sure every single toe of Mark was pried open so he will not miss even an inch of Mark's feet where the smell is strongest.
For a foot fetishist, the sight that was unfolding was as hot as any scene can ever be. Here was this deprived, frustrated virgin who masturbated every single night to men's bare feet that was perpetually out of reach. And now he has with him complete access to perhaps the hottest pair of feet any man can ever have. Mark's feet were perfect in every way. They were quite large, surprisingly flawless, the soles had a muscular arch and yet were completely pink. Mark's toes were also long and his nails were immaculately cut. The old pervert Sanders never failed to be amazed himself everytime they got together surprised how well Mark takes care of his feet. A surprise that Clarence now was having considering he has never seen Mark's bare feet up this close.
Mark was perhaps a passive foot-fetishist himself and the attention paid to his feet was making him harder than ever. When Clarence finally placed the toes one at a time inside his mouth sucking away at each and every one, Mark arched his back as if trying to jump out of his skin at the incredible sensation the hot mouth was giving his feet.
The sensations were especially unbearable when Clarence began to tickle the sexy soles at the same time his mouth was sucking at the toes. The combined sensations confused Mark's brain and made the tickling more intense and the sucking more erotic. He just opened his mouth and a silent scream came out of his lips as he was almost ready to pass out from the overload. But fate would not be merciful to Mark tonight as in no time will he be relieved by passing out and everything Clarence will make him experience he will have to both endure and enjoy.
Clarence would make any foot-lover proud at the attention he was giving these sexy feet. He has had many a night dreaming about worshipping and tickling Mark's feet and would wake up in the morning completely ready to burst. The poor boy never had any sexual experience of any kind considering his painfully shy and timid demeanor. He would steal socks from jocks whenever he can completely content and happy with merely being able to smell remnants of their foot sweat.
Mark was making a pathetic attempt at using the 1-inch diameter connecting bar to hide whatever area of his soles or toes he can from Clarence's tongue. But his size 13's were far too big and they were completely naked and helpless. No matter how he moves his feet, those pink soles cannot evade the lavish tonguing that they are currently receiving and completely deserve.
"Hahaha….ooohhh….God….. shit…. HAHAHA!"
Clarence was now scraping his teeth gently from the heels to the toes. He would stop to suck every single digit before returning back down through the arch. He would do this while both his hands were busy holding down and tickling Mark's other feet. Mark's increasing laughter was making Clarence delirious as every inch of control Mark surrendered to the tickling was pure ecstacy for him. He felt like he was making Mark melt into the chair with the foot tickle-worship that he was administering.
Clarence quickly took whatever object he could find nearby that could even be remotely used to tickle these sexy feet. But by far the most effective tool that gathered the biggest reaction from Mark was Clarence's collection of wooden 'Mulan' hairbrushes that were a gift from his mom last Christmas. The brushes were hand made and the tips were especially designed to be soft and pointy. The devilish nubs were arranged in unpredictable patterns with each nub having its own unique characteristic and texture.
These luxury brushes were designed to break even the toughest hair tangle and they were now being used to completely annihilate whatever self-control Mark would wish to hang on to.
"HAHAHAHA…. OHHH…. OH MY GOD…. DON'T USE THAT!"
Clarence was scraping the pink soles like there was no tomorrow and Mark was beginning to bend the metal bar that held his feet down for the delicious tickle. Clarence had to stop for a while for fear that Mark was going to tip the bar stool over with his powerful movements or break the thin metal bars that held his feet captive.
Clarence would begin to suck and sniff the bare feet again when the brushes left determined to suck up whatever sweat his feet emitted from the intense tickling. He would continue to tickle Mark's sexy feet for another hour before time forced him to tickle the other defenseless areas of Mark's muscular body.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that Mark was ticklish virtually everywhere in his body. Almost as ticklish in his ribs as he was in his feet. Squealing when Clarence tried to knead each rib eliciting louder and louder laughter as he neared the pits. He would spider his hands all over Mark's outstretched arms and dig deep when he reached the sweaty pits. Mark's laugther was very loud and uncontrolled. With the walls being as thin as they are, there is no doubt the neighboring apartments would have heard the comotion. But as luck would have it, or rather as Sanders would have planned it, the entire college body living in the dormitory was out on an outreach program leaving the entire floor free to welcome the echoes of Mark's laughter.
Clarence knew it too and was simply thrilled with every pitch Mark added to his squeals.
Clarence was tickling Mark non-stop for nearly 40 minutes before concern overtook him and he stopped to let Mark catch a breather. He also ran to the fridge and grabbed a cold orange juice which he offered Mark touching the glass to his lips. Mark gratefully gulped down the drink completely exhausted from the ordeal.
Clarence began to notice Mark's muscular, athletic body completely glistening with sweat. As soon as the drink was finished, he bent down and began to give Mark a thorough and complete tongue bathe.
He was sucking up every rivulet of sweat given by the intense tickling only a few minutes earlier. By now Mark has completely surrendered and merely moaned in reaction to the exquisite pleasure of having his most private areas licked and sucked.
Clarence had already made Mark cum twice first when he was sucking his soles and second when his hands were wild tickling Mark's upper body. When his tongue reached Mark's low hanging balls a new raging hardon had already developed. Clarence was gurgling Mark's gems in his mouth driving the stud wild in this unexplainable pleasure. Having his balls sucked with passion was delivering a whole new set of signals to Mark's sex-crazed mind. Clarence felt this too and he stayed longest in tongue bathing the balls causing Mark's huge cock to ooze precum paving the way for the third cum of the evening.
Clarence began a slow, torturous masturbation of Mark's cock the same time he was busy pleasuring the balls. The strokes were far too slow to be of any help in causing another ejaculation. But that was Clarence's intention as he wanted to have the third orgasm to be caused with minimal support from his moving hands.
When the tongue breached into Mark's asscrack and found his anal portal Mark erupted in his third cum yelling and cursing. Clarence immediately engulfed the cock head determined not to let a single drop go to waste.
An exhausted Mark lay slumped across the bar stool breathing heavily from the exertion. By the time Clarence finished up with his tongue bathe of Mark's hunky body he has sucked every square inch of him including his fingers and even his earlobes.
The third cum was perhaps Mark's limit as he was now completely spent. Having endured nearly 5 hours of tickle and torment tied helpless in such a lewd pose exposing every intimate part of his body.
Clarence himself have cum twice already both times without touching his cock. The two were panting heavily and it was only now, while staring at his handsome face, did Clarence finally realize that Mark had earplugs on.
"Godd… how could I have missed that!" said Clarence.
He took off Mark's earplugs and a few minutes of silence went by between the two.
"Mark…?" finally said Clarence breaking their awkward silence.
"Are you ok?" he added.
It took a couple of seconds before Mark replied.
"Let me go now Clarence."
"Ummm…. Mark?" asked Clarence.
"What?"
"Umm…. How exactly do I let you go?"
"You untie me Clarence." said Mark cold and calmly. His serious demeanor and self-control suddenly back.
"But…. won't you strangle me if I did?"
"Clarence… If I wanted to strangle you I wouldn't let myself be tied here like a thanksgiving turkey. Now please… let me go."
"But after what I did to you…"
"Let's not talk about that. Don't ever speak of this to anyone." said Mark cutting Clarence off.
"Ok. Alright. I trust you Mark. Please don't hurt me after I untie you."
With that Clarence nervously began to untie Mark from his prison chair. His eyes unexpectedly began to wet as he undid the bonds realizing with immense sadness that the moment his hands are loose Mark is as untouchable as a man on another planet again.
"Mark… will I ever get to see you again?" said Clarence as he undid the bonds.
"No." Said Mark
"I thought so. Could I at least ask you how you ended up tied in my room like this? Who forced you to do this for me?"
"I don't want to talk about that Clarence. It's too complicated."
"I understand." said Clarence.
With one final tug of the tied rope Mark's hands were finally free. His cramped and tired arms finally able to go back down to his sides after hours of bondage. His sexy pits forever lost to the lustful and frustrated young man standing behind him.
"You gave me the best night of my life Mark. I will never again be happier in my life than I have been tonight." Said Clarence sincerely and emotionally.
"I'm glad you feel that way Clarence. I am not angry at you for what happened tonight. This is not your fault. I had to do this. I hope you don't get the wrong Idea. You're an ok guy, but this is as far as it goes between us. The moment I walk out your door. This would all be as good as a memory." Said Mark.
"Did you at least enjoy what happened between us tonight?" asked Clarence.
Mark did not reply.
The moment Mark was able to untie his feet from the chair he stood up and began searching for his clothes. Clarence burst into tears as the night was officially over. His dream come true has ended and he has finally woken up. Mark saw Clarence and felt sympathy for the boy. Inspite of his cold exterior, Mark was completely affectionate inside. He walked towards Clarence and made him stand up from his position in the floor. He gave the boy a tight hug touched by the emotion Clarence had for him. Almost by instinct, Mark gave Clarence a passionate kiss shocking the boy with the suddeness of the moment.
After about 2 seconds Mark shot his head back completely surprised and bewildered by what he had just done. It was completely involuntary and yet he did not regret doing it. He looked Clarence in the eye with his deep blue eyes asking the same questions Clarence had in both their minds.
He finally broke the the stare and grabbed his shoes and socks and walked out the door barefoot. He had to get out of that intense moment. Mark himself was a complete ball of confused emotions as he placed his shoes and socks back on in the building's fire escape. The intensity of desire Clarence had demonstrated for him was something he himself will never forget. The boy had a genuine love for him. A fact he both absorbed and contemplated.
He made a promise to himself always to give Clarence an extra attention when they were back in their lives. He somehow knew that a wink at Clarence while he was playing his ball games would completely melt the boy and that was a good thing in his mind. He wanted Clarence to be happy. He deserved to be happy. Of all the experiences he had so far with old pervert Sanders, this was actually one he genuinely enjoyed.
Mark finally walked out the building at 2 am having completed the mission Sanders had given him. He was completely exhaused from the ordeal in every way and fell straight down to his bed upon reaching his apartment a couple blocks away. He wasn't able to take off any clothing and fell straight asleep. This was another unbelievable and unreal day for Mark. Even if he were to use all his imagination, there was still no way he could convince himself this was all happening to him.
He left all the troubles and all the questions behind and simply drifted off to sleep. In this world of quiet there was no Sanders, no bondage, no blackmail, just complete peace of mind and relaxation.
He would have wished this sleep can last forever, but the clock was constantly ticking away and the few precious hours Mark had to himself was quickly erroding away. in just 5 hours his Iphone alarm will ring again and he will have to check what challenges the new day will bring.
It will be Tuesday by morning. Tuesday is the first of the two days every week where he is committed to Sander's servitude. The old man had already dreamed up of what lewd position he will have Mark in by tuesday evening. He has also thought up of brand new ways in which to pleasure Mark into even greater heights.
Certainly more exciting adventures await Mark in the days to come in his life as a true tickle slave.
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