"Good evening, Mr. Evans," I greeted the familiar guest with a smile. "Welcome back!"
"Thanks, Jason," Luke Evans responded. "Always good to be back. Any chance you have my usual room available?"
"But of course, sir. Room 1001 is all yours. Here's your key." Without a doubt, Luke Evans is my favorite guest at the hotel where I work as the assistant manager. Luke is the quintessential jock, naturally athletic and poised. Over the course of dozens of stays, I’d had the opportunity to see previews of his physique thanks to his frequent running and gym sessions for which he typically wore a sleeveless muscle shirt. It was obvious that this dude has a body that rocks, lean and muscular and the occasional teasing preview of a hairy chest. Add to that his youthful good looks and confidence that at times borders on cockiness, yet adept people skills thanks to his role as a rising sales rep with his company, and Luke Henderson is a dude who gets noticed whenever he enters a room. "Anything else I can get you tonight?"
"You've done plenty already, Jason. Thanks for hooking me up again. Have a good night."
"My pleasure, Mr. Evans." Luke's smile always gets to me, and tonight the fact that tonight instead of the usual suit he was wearing a perfectly fitted polo shirt that showed off his incredible body offering a nice peek at the soft black hairs matted on on his chest only made it all more distracting. Lucky break this happened to be the one night this month I pulled a nightshift, a requirement of the job. I'd be lying if I said I've not jacked off a time or ten thinking about Luke Henderson naked, tied spread eagle, helpless and at my mercy. But alas, through conversations of the past year, I’d learned the handsome Mr. Evans is married and from all appearances hopelessly straight.
An hour later I still couldn't get Luke and that rockin’ bod out of my head. Ready for a little distraction, I decided to do a quick check of the logs of guest Internet accesses for the evening. Personally, I always got a kick out of what porn sites customers are hanging out on.
I spotted a few interesting sites that piqued my curiosity while skimming through the list of sites. Recon, a site for guys to meet other guys into bondage scenes. MyFriendsFeet, for guys into male feet and tickling. A few other male tickling sites. “Hmmm...there must be a dude in the hotel tonight who shares my fetishes,” I mused, feeling my dick perk up at the prospect.
And then I noticed the guestroom where the activity originated: 1001. Holy shit! Could it be that Luke Evans actually is into dudes, after all?! And not just that but this tough, guy’s guy is also into bondage, tickling and feet?!! This was like my wet dreams coming true. I can't just walk up to one of our most valuable guests and ask him about his private web viewing habits! I'd have to conjure up a way to get him to come clean with me, but how? I didn't know but I knew I would find a way. This was simply too unbelievable to not take advantage of!
Looking up, I realized it was after 10 and time for me to go. I rushed home, grabbed a beer, slipped out of my suit and saddled up to my laptop wearing just my boxers and tshirt. Logging onto Recon, I began searching through profiles of people logged in around the city to see if I could find the most interesting Mr. Evans.
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It didn’t take me long. “Bingo!” I said to no one. This had to be his profile! Titled, “Young, masculine professional straight dude with kinky side” his profile indicated he was visiting from out of town. It included a faceless torso photo that was definitely l what I imagined Luke looked like shirtless.
But the best part is how he describes what he’s into: “...to be tied up spread eagle, helpless and vulnerable and have my extremely ticklish body mercilessly tickle tortured while I go crazy and beg for mercy.” Holy fuck! How on earth could this straight, upright untouchable guest in my hotel turn out to be my absolute dream victim who gets off on exactly what I get off doing to other dudes?! My heart was pounding while I tried to wrap my head around this most unlikely turn of events.
My hands were shaking as I clicked on the Chat button on his profile. “Hey, man. Love your profile.” I typed as fast as I could, clicked on the Send button and waited for what seemed like an eternity for his response. Ding! “Thanks, dude. Yours is giving me wood, too.” And thus began a thrilling exchange where we compared interests, turn ons and limits. He admitted he is straight and other than this secret turn on of being tickled tormented by dudes, he is totally into women.
“So do you have a foot fetish?” he asked.
“Not really,” I replied. “I totally get off on tickling a dude’s bare feet for sure. And I love giving guys a foot massage and rub, although invariably it turns into a tickle attack eventually. Do you get into feet?”
“Mmmmm….I fucking LOVE a good foot massage. One of my favorite things. (Although it tends to give me wood!) And yeah, I can get into a nice pair of masculine feet. You okay with a dude playing with your feet?”
“Oh sure, man. Although you have to be careful...my feet are pretty ticklish!”
“Mmmmm...don’t know if you should’ve told me that. LOL”
“Not worried. I’m 90% top. Rarely allow my vic to turn the tables on me. A dude would have to really earn the right to do that.”
“Well now I have a goal to work toward! LOL While I’m 90% bottom, I do find it hot to occasionally get revenge on my tormentor if he’s hot, masculine and ticklish like me.”
“Yeah, that’s the other reason I rarely allow it. Too damned ticklish!”
Finally he asked about meeting, although he was only going to be in town one more night. “Unfortunately, I have to work tomorrow night,” I lied. “Are you coming back to town?” He told me he’s in town fairly often and had another trip planned in two weeks so we agreed to stay in touch via the site until then.
I began to plot my next move. The next afternoon, I made sure I was at the front desk around 5:30, the time that our unsuspecting Mr. Evans generally returned to the hotel each day. He didn’t disappoint, sauntering in the door wearing one of his custom-made suits with perfectly fitted dress shirt highlighting his adonis-like body.
“Good evening, Mr. Evans,” I greeted with a smile.
“Thanks, Jason, good to be back,” he responded.
“Planning to work in a run this evening?” I asked nonchalantly.
“You bet!” he responded with a confident smile. “It’s too nice of an evening not to.” Exactly what I wanted to hear. Sure enough, about fifteen minutes later, the elevator door opened and Luke Evans emerged dressed in running shorts, skin tight muscle shirt showing off his powerful biceps and revealing a nice preview of his hairy chest.
“Have a good run!” I called out as he passed by the counter. He smiled. “Thanks.” Knowing that his run typically takes about 45 minutes to an hour so I set an alarm on my watch to make sure I’d be back at the desk when he returned.
Stepping from behind the counter, I intercepted him as he walked past. “Mr. Evans, would you have a few minutes? We have a new program to reward our best guests that I’d like to offer you.”
“Sure, Jason,” he answered somewhat breathlessly, still recovering from his run. “But probably best if I shower first,” he continued with a laugh, glancing down at his chest heaving and dripping in swat. “Can we meet in 30 minutes?”
“Absolutely!” I responded with a laugh. “I will come by your suite then, Mr. Evans.” I set my watch’s alarm for 15 minutes and tried to focus on work for a few minutes. When the alarm sounded, I grabbed the briefcase I’d prepared in advance and headed up to the 10th floor ready to blow Luke Evan’s mind. Fortunately his room is located at the end of the hall without other rooms nearby. I walked past his door and down to where I knew the bathroom was, listening through the wall for activity. I could hear the water in the shower running. My timing was spot on.
After a couple of minutes, I heard the water shut off. I counted to 30 and then knocked on the door. “Just a minute!” I heard through the door. Finally the door opened. “Sorry, Jason, was just getting out of the shower,” Luke greeted me. “C’mon in.” The sight before me was breathtaking: Luke Evans, all 6’2”, 200 lbs of solid muscle adorned in a matte of sexy, soft black hair, wearing nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his waist.
“Sorry, Mr. Evans,” I apologized, as I stepped into his room. “I must have mistimed my visit and came too early. Shall I come back?”
“No worries, Jason. Just got out of the shower but make yourself comfortable while I throw on some clothes.”
“Sure, take your time!” I responded, trying desperately to act nonchalantly while about to burst on the inside at finally getting a close up look at my fantasy guest’s rocking body. Unfortunately I don’t have much of a poker face but Luke didn’t seem to be offended. In fact, he even smiled. Perhaps he could tell that I was admiring his fit torso?
“You don’t mind if I hang out in a bathrobe while we meet?” he asked with a smile.
“Of course not, Mr. Evans. This is just a friendly thank you visit, so you should be as comfortable as you’d like. Can I get a drink out of the minibar for you?”
“Good idea, Jason. I’ll take a beer. Can you have one or does your work policy prohibit it?” he added with a laugh.
“Happy to join you in a beer. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure these are not charged to you,” I answered as I grabbed two beers and headed for the couch in the living room.
“Dude, you’re not kidding!” Luke exclaimed as he came out of the bathroom wearing a plush, white robe. “This robe is like ‘buttah’!”
“They are so popular with guests we actually sell them!” I responded, thrilled he took me up on my suggestion, since it gave me a nice view of his hairy chest down to where the sash tied, and a bonus view of his hairy legs and beautiful bare feet. He sat in a chair at the end of the coffee table, facing me and grabbed the beer I’d left for him.
“So to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Jason?” he asked, throwing back a swig of the beer.
“First, we want to thank you for being such a frequent and loyal guest of ours, Mr. Evans.”
“You’re welcome, Jason, and please call me Luke. Mr. Evans is my dad!” he answered with a chuckle, as he leaned back in the easy chair.
“Sure, Luke.”
“Hey, I apologize for putting my feet up on the table while we talk” he apologized, as he stretched his legs out and rested his size 11 feet on the table right on display right before my eyes. “I spent all day standing in a trade show booth, followed by a five-mile run and man are these dogs barking!” he explained, with a deep belly laugh.
“No apology necessary, Luke. I want you to make yourself comfortable. It IS your room after all!” I laughed. “Now we know you get points and perks from the chain for your visits here, but since you choose our hotel so frequently, we wanted to offer you a special, personalized reward in addition to the regular benefits you enjoy.”
“Gosh, that’s nice of you. I enjoy staying here because your folks treat me so well, like hooking me up with a free upgrade to this amazing suite every time.”
“I’m really glad to hear that, Luke,” I continued, although finding myself terribly distracted by the site of his perfect barefeet displayed on the table in front of me. He’d crossed his legs and it seemed like the more I looked at them, the more he flexed his foot or wiggled his toes. It was hard to stay focused knowing how unbearably ticklish his soles are and how much I wanted to reach over and attack them. But I had to pace myself. “We really want you to feel pampered and rewarded, which is why we’re testing this new program whereby we provide a special, personalized reward that will show you how much we appreciate your business.”
“Personalized?”
“Yes, there really are no rules to this program. I can arrange pretty much anything you would like within reason, but rather than offer you a specific reward, I want to find out what you would really enjoy. What would put a smile on your face?”
“Like what?” he said with a smile, although this dude was such a good looking guy that his smile seemed to evoke a teasing provocativeness to it.
“Well, it could be anything really. Tickets to a show. Four-course gourmet meal via room service. Private massage. It really depends on what you would enjoy and find rewarding.”
“Hmmm, private massage? By you?” he laughed.
“Well, that’s certainly an option. We have a spa in the hotel as well, but as a matter of fact I worked my way through college as a professional masseuse. I’ve actually had a couple of our favorite guests ask me to do the massage in their room.”
“Dude, I was just joshing with you!” he responded defensively. “I wouldn’t expect the hotel manager to give me a personal massage.”
“Well, actually assistant manager,” I answered with a laugh. “But seriously, Luke, it’d be my pleasure. I enjoyed my work as a masseuse and my orders from my boss are to make you smile and feel special. In fact, my specialty happens to be foot massages. Sounds like you’d probably benefit from a good, deep tissue foot massage after the day you had?”
“Fuck, man!” he responded, sounding a little taken aback. “You serious? I mean, I do love a good foot massage but I feel a little weird asking you to give it to me!”
“Relax, Luke, it’s no big deal. Really. I even have my massage kit here in my bag.” I stood up and gestured toward the couch. “Just stretch your legs out here and let me grab a towel. Let’s take care of those barking dogs.” Luke didn’t hesitate, jumping up from the chair and plopping on the couch, his legs outstretched and feet resting on the cushion. I went to the bathroom to grab towels, my heart pounding with excitement that he was actually falling for this crazy ruse. and I was about to have Luke Evan’s manly, sensitive feet in my lap. I took a deep breath and returned to the room mustering up as much professionalism as I could.
“Comfortable?” I asked as I returned to the couch and pulled out my massage oils. “Do you mind if I slip off my jacket?”
“Shit, of course not!” he answered with a laugh. “Hell, I’m laying here in a damned bathrobe. Least you can do is take your suit jacket off.” Clearly, by the relaxing of his language, he was loosening up a bit and feeling more comfortable with me. I tossed my jacket on the chair and sat down, laying the towels over my trousers and pulling his ankles up onto my lap. I could hardly believe that I was sitting here with this muscle dude’s barefeet in my lap. It took every bit of resistance to not launch a tickle attack and take him by surprise. I could even feel my dick starting to stiffen up.
“Now this might be a little cold at first so I apologize in advance,” I cautioned as I rubbed massage oil on my hands and touched my hands against his barefeet. He jumped slightly.
“Yo, you’re not kidding!” he laughed, laying back as I started to rub the sensual oil into his soft feet, propping his hands behind his head. The view of him with his arms stretched above his head, torso vulnerable and hairy chest on display was killing me. Oh how i wanted to just attack this dude!
“How’s that feel?” I asked trying to keep my focus on the massage.
“Heavenly!” he exhaled becoming fully relaxed. “You know, Dude, don’t take this the wrong way but I’ve never seen you without a suit jacket. You’re in really good shape, man. You’re in a hell of a lot better shape and much younger than most of the hotel managers I’ve encountered in my travels.”
“Thanks, Luke!” I responded with a smile. “That’s quite a compliment coming from someone in as good of shape as you. I will repay the compliment by pointing out that you are younger and in better shape that pretty much all of our other frequent guests, too!”
“Thanks, man.” He closed his eyes, really enjoying the relaxing massage he was getting. I decided it was time to shake things up a bit.
“You know, don’t take this the wrong way, man, but you actually have some of the nicest feet I’ve ever encountered on a dude,” trying to sound as matter of fact as I could. “I’m sure you can imagine I don’t always get to work on the greatest feet when giving a 60-year-old fat CEO a foot massage!”
“I bet!” he answered without opening his eyes. “And thanks, man. My wife told me I have beautiful feet, whatever that means!”
“I think I know she means. You have a really perfect, high arch,” I responded, slowly dragging my finger nail up his sole from the heel to just below the toes. I clearly caught him off guard, causing him to jump and jerk his foot back while giggling loudly, looking a little like a deer in headlights by my unexpected move.
“Sorry, man, my feet are really ticklish!” he apologized, slightly embarrassed he almost kicked me. My dick immediately jumped to attention.
“No worries,” I said with a laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind.” After returning to a minute of relaxing massage his eyes were closed again, so I decided to give it another shot. “Another thing I’m sure your wife noticed are your toes are long and perfectly symmetrical between your left and right foot.” I pulled my fingers up the space between his toes a couple of times to emphasize my point. I didn’t seem to catch him off guard this time so he just wiggled his toes and giggled softly but kept his eyes closed.
Hmmm....I would have to try a third time. “And probably the thing I appreciate most is how smooth your feet are,” I continued nonchalantly and began sliding my fingertips up and down and around his soles. Clearly my touches were tickling him because he wiggled his feet but managed to keep them in place. And he wasn’t really laughing, almost like he was holding his breath trying not to lose it. “Yeah, trust me, most guys don’t take good care of their feet so their skin can be really rough, cracked and kind of gross. But it looks like you really take care of yours. Even your heels are super soft,” I commented, watching his face for a reaction as I scraped my nails across his heels.
“Ahahhahahh!” he burst out with laughter, not able to hold it back any more, and pulled his feet back away from my tickling fingers. “Dude, I’m serious, my feet are really fucking ticklish!”
“Sorry, man,” I responded with a laugh. After a moment of massaging, I added, “I actually find that rather surprising.”
“Find what surprising?”
“That your feet are so ticklish.”
“Aren’t most guys feet ticklish?”
“I suppose. But it’s funny, I always make the assumption that big, tough, strapping, muscle dudes like you are...I don’t know...somehow, invincible? Like you have no weaknesses and can’t be taken down. So to find out that all it takes to bring Luke Evans to his knees is a little kitchy, kitchy koo blows my mind!” And as I said “kitchy kitchy koo” I started dancing my fingernails up and down the soles of his unexpecting feet.
“Ahahahahhhaaaa!” he cried out loudly, clearly caught off guard by my unprovoked tickle attack. But interestingly, he didn’t try to pull his feet away. At least not at first. But after just a few seconds the tickling became unbearable and he started to pull them back to safety. However, anticipating his move, I’d locked my arm on his ankles so as soon as he lifted his legs my arm wrapped around his ankles holding his feet in place while I continued my tickle attack. “Fuck! Cut it out! Ahahahahahaha….” he cried out.
“I’m sorry, man, but this is just too much fun!” I responded with a devilish laugh, refusing to offer him any respite from my tickle attack. He would alternate between yanking futilely with his legs in an attempt to free them and just allowing the attack. He laughed non-stop with a deep, masculine belly laugh that was turning me on big time while he slapped his hands on the couch in a frustrated, helpless display of anguish.
Truthfully I’d gotten carried away, pushing way beyond having a little fun to purposely inflicting torture on a valued guest. But it was as if I couldn't help myself. All of those months of jacking off to just such a fantasy scene made the high from finally getting to experience it too thrilling to stop, even if it meant I’d be fired. It was as if my dick was doing all of the thinking at the moment, and it wanted more.
“Please, Jason!” Luke cried out between laughs, his face turning redder and redder. “I can’t take it much longer!” he pleaded. Which I found rather interesting. This muscle dude was bigger and stronger than me, and could easily pound me into the ground if he wanted. He sure as hell could’ve managed to free his legs from my grip if he was truly hating my tickle attack. But he didn’t. He appeared to be enduring the torment instead. Which only served to encourage me to not only keep it up but to attack more aggressively every inch of his sensitive soles.
He was quickly becoming more frantic and hysterical and managed to twist his body around until he was now nearly on his stomach with his back facing me. I managed to keep a firm grip on his ankles and kept my attack going, my heart racing while I got off on Luke’s deep, manly laughter and pleading. It was as if I were possessed, unable to stop myself from tickling him, holding on for dear life to his ankles, desperate to keep the attack going. But finally he exerted his strength and managed to kick his legs free, inadvertently striking me in the head as he freed his legs from my grip, falling off the couch and onto the floor as his legs released from my grip.
“Oh, Jesus, I’m sorry man!” he managed to spit out between gasps of air. “I didn’t….ahaha….mean….to….kick you!” he finally managed to get out while he desperately worked to regain his breath and stop laughing. I was stunned for a second but quickly regained my wit, rubbing the side of my head.
“Can’t say I blame you, Luke,” I offered. “I guess I went too far.” I was worried that he might be pissed at me, and the whole scene could turn ugly.
“Ho….ho….holy shit!” he managed to sputter out between breaths. “Oh my God!.....I…..I….thought I was….going to die!” he added with a big belly laugh as he caught his breath. I was relieved to hear him laugh, hoping that meant he wasn’t pissed. He managed to pull himself back up onto the couch. He was actually sweating from our unexpected wrestling match.
“You okay, Luke?” I asked meekly. Suddenly I was worried that perhaps I’d made a mistake and misidentified him as Bound2BTickled, the screen name for my chat buddy from the night before.
“Fuck, Dude!” he sputtered out, still working to get back to normal breathing. “That was intense! Geez, I thought I was going to die. You are fucking evil man!” I was really growing worried that I’d potentially crossed a line with the wrong guy. And one of the hotel’s most important guests!
“I...I..I’m sorry, Luke,” I started to sputter nervously, not sure how to recover from this. “I mean…”
“Dude, if you’re going to tickle me like that, you’re going to HAVE to fucking tie me down or something or someone’s really going to get hurt!” he blurted out.
“Tie you up?” I was taken aback at his statement, or offer such as it was. Did I hear that right?”
“Hell, yeah, I mean isn’t that what a ‘TickleTormenter’ would do?” he answered invoking my Recon screen name, a sly smile lighting up his face. I was instantly relieved. And pissed.
“Dude! How in the hell did you know?” I asked astonished that he’d figured out who I was.
“When I saw your torso shot in your profile last night and you said you worked at a hotel, I kind of put two and two together,” he answered with a slight smart ass tone to it and “eat shit” grin. “Granted I’d seen you only with a suit jacket on but your shirts gave away your lean, muscular torso hiding underneath.”
“You asshole!” I cried out with a laugh and lurched for him with both hands attacking his ribs. He was caught completely off guard and my assault knocked him on his back, giving me leverage to pin him down with my body while I punished him by tickling his unprotected ribcages.
“Oh shit, c’mon!” he cried out before dissolving into laughter once more. At first he tried to block my hands but then I was shocked by his next move. He stopped trying to grab my hands, and instead surrendered by raising his arms straight above his head, inviting me to torment his vulnerable upper body.
I wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity so with my left hand I reached up and grabbed his wrists, pinning them down on the armrest of the couch. And then I used my right hand to untie the sash of the robe and slowly pull it back off to expose his muscular, hairy torso. Starting at his rippling abs, I slowly danced my fingers across his belly. With the less aggressive attack, he managed to hold back his laughter for a moment but the involuntary spasms of his belly told me he was about to break so I pressed a little harder as my fingers danced their way around his abs until he burst out with laughter.
Eventually my fingers made their way up his side, applying the magical amount of pressure along his rib cage to bring even deeper laughter out of Luke. But when my fingers finally danced their way up to his deep, hairy armpit I got the strongest reaction yet out of him. “Noooo ahahahaha….!” he cried out as explored the highly sensitive skin lining the deep crevice of his pit. After just a few seconds of pit tickling he began to squirm madly while lauhging hysterically and begn trying to free his arms so he could pull them down and block my tickling attack. I managed to keep a grip on his wrists but only for a moment until he used his powerful arms to break free grabbing my wrists to keep me from continuing my tickle attack while he managed to squirm out from under me.
“Seriously, Dude!” he exclaimed once he regained his breath, “You’re gonna’ have to tie me up if you want to pull that shit!” We both laughed.
“Gladly!” I responded, jumping up and grabbing ropes and cuffs from my bag. “Lie down on the bed and let’s see how tough you really are.”
“Oh, man, I don’t like the evil grin on your face!” he responded with a laugh. “Uh, I’d better pee first.” I went to work securing the rope to the legs of the bed. “Alright, let’s do this!” he called out as he returned to the bedroom. He’d taken off the robe and was wearing just his boxers. He jumped on the bed on his back and stretched his body out in a spread-eagle position.
“Wow, you’re easy!” I teased as I finished securing the ropes to the legs at the head of the bed. “Okay, let’s get these on you,” I directed as I pulled each cuff up and fastened his wrists into them. I moved to the foot of the bed, grabbed both ankles and pulled hard on his solid body to make sure his arms were fully extended to each corner of the bed and pits completely vulnerable. Returning to the head of the bed, I looked down at my captive and asked, “Okay, go ahead and give your arms a pull so we can make sure they are well secured and you aren’t going to be able to pull your arms loose when things get intense.”
Luke grinned, clearly liking the idea, and pulled on the ropes his arms staying securely outstretched and pits vulnerable. “Ah, c’mon,” I teased. “Surely you can pull harder than that!” He laughed and yanked a little harder.
“Yup, they are tied up and not moving,” he answered, assuming that would satisfy me.
“Dude, seriously, you think that’s serious pulling?!” I taunted. “Here, let me motivate you to really give those ropes a yank!” I launched an unexpected tickling attack of his helpless pit with my fingers, catching him completely off guard. He cried out with laughter and began frantically pulling on the restraints that held his arm in place. Enjoying the reaction too much to stop, despite the fact that he’d demonstrated the rope was secure. The more I tickled, the more frantic he became with his whole body squirming around and his legs flailing in the air trying to assist him in breaking free. I stopped after a minute. “Damn, I love how ticklish your pits are!” I teased with a smile as I moved to the foot of the bed, pulled on his ankles again to get his body back in an oustretched, spread-eagle position.
“Shit, Jason, you are downright evil with these surprise attacks!” Luke finally managed to get out as he regained his composure. I just laughed and began securing the ropes to the legs at the foot of the bed. “Uh, by the way, Jason,” Luke asked after a minute with a teasing tone, “You aren’t going to be completely merciless once you have me tied up and helpless, right? I mean you’ll show me some mercy, right?”
I laughed, as I stood up, ropes now secured to the bed. “Sure, Dude, I’ll take it easy on you….NOT! If you’re stupid enough to let me tie you up, then you deserve whatever punishment I decide to dish out.”
“Uh, if you’re trying to give me wood...it’s working!” Luke laughed.
“Yeah, I noticed that tent in your boxers. Uh, speaking of which, do you want to keep the underwear on or should I pull ‘em off before I secure your ankles?”
His voice suddenly got serious. “I like to at least start with them on, man. This stuff with guys is still a bit new for me so I kind of need to get comfortable with a guy before I go commando. Cool?”
“Sure, Luke, I’m totally cool with that. They don’t even have to come off if you aren’t comfortable with it. We can keep this strictly tickling.”
“Well, I do want to keep it strictly tickling, Jason. I hope you won’t take this the wrong way but I’m not really into sex with a dude. I mean I definitely get turned on when I’m tied up and tickled by a guy, but…”
“Dude, relax! I’m not going to cross any lines or boundaries with you. You can trust me completely. We can make this just tickle torture no problem. I’m totally cool with that, and want you to have a good time. While you suffer of course!” I added with a laugh.
“Of course, you bastard!” he retorted with a laugh. I pulled his left leg out to the corner of the bed and began to secure it with the cuff. I couldn’t help but notice his dick standing at attention and pulling the boxers up.
“So since we’re keeping this strictly tickling…” I teased, a wicked smile overtaking my face, “...does that mean you dick and balls AREN’T ticklish, Luke?”
“I...I...didn’t say that!” he responded with a nervous laugh. “If I’m having a good enough time and feel comfortable with you, then I might be persuaded to let you cut my boxers off as long as the only thing that happens is tickling.”
“Deal, buddy! I must say I love it when a dude has ticklish balls, it can be a great way to really get a reaction.”
“Fuck, man! I’m in serious trouble here aren’t I?” Luke said with a laugh.
“Oh yeah!” I responded as I moved to his right foot and secured his last free ankle with the cuff. Standing at the foot of the bed, enjoying the view of this masculine, good looking, muscular dude laying completely helpless and vulnerable and at my mercy, I said with a smile, “Okay, give your legs a yank and let’s make sure the cuffs are secure and you can’t get loose.” He pulled at the ropes and looked apprehensively knowing what was coming. “C’mon, Luke, I know you can pull harder than that!” I teased as I reached down and begin dancing my fingernails up and down both of his barefeet. He lost it, yelling with laughter and yanking hard on the restraints to no avail.
After a full minute of tickling his feet, I stopped to let him catch his breath. “Okay, I think you’re definitely secure, man. You sure you’re ready for this?” He nodded somewhat nervously, his chest heaving but his heavy breathing couldn’t hide the smile on his face. “Before we start, do you want a safe word in case things get too intense and you need me to stop?”
“I ain’t no wuss!” he responded emphatically, with a deep laugh. “You don’t scare me, man. I’m tough enough to take whatever you dish out. Bring it!”
“Dude, now you’re giving ME wood!” I answered with a laugh.
“Hey, speaking of which, could I ask a favor?” he asked with a grin.
“You realize you’re not really in a position to negotiate or ask favors, right?” I teased.
“Could you maybe lose the shirt and pants?” Luke asked with a smile. “I’ve always been curious to see what’s underneath that suit, and you seem a little overdressed compared to me.”
“Sure, man, gladly,” I responded, stripping down to my boxers. I was actually glad because my raging hard on had been rubbing against my trousers and I didn’t want to accidentally shoot, so allowing it to respond freely in my boxers was much smarter.
“You weren’t kidding about the wood, huh?” he teased. “Nice body, by the way.”
“Thanks, man,” I responded as climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist pinning his body firmly to the bed. I couldn’t believe I was in this position, Luke Evans tied up helpless, his muscular torso stretched out helpless and vulnerable before me. His solid chest was perfectly adorned with a matte of black hair, hair that cascaded down in a single line and flaring out across his rippling washboard abs. His deep, hollow armpits lined in silky black hair were calling my name, so helpless, so ready for attack. “Shall we begin?” And with that my hands landed a solid attack on his pits, my fingernails dancing effortlessly through the hair and tormenting his sensitive skin. He roared loudly with laughter and began yanking frantically but futilely at the restraints holding his wrists firmly in place, his body twisting and rocking underneath of mine.
I couldn’t seem to stop, his reaction way too satisfying, even if I found it hard to stay mounted on his twisting and rocking torso. The more I tickled, the more he lost it. He eventually lost the ability to utter an audible laugh, his eyes closed and head rocking in agony and fully resigned to the torture I was dishing out. Eventually I felt sorry for Luke and decided to give him a break. It took him a minute to catch his breath, sweat pouring from his body. I dismounted his torso and move to the foot of the bed.
“Holy….fu….holy….fuck….holy shit!” he finally managed to get out. “Dude, that was wrong!” he protested. Still laughing and gasping in disbelief. “You mother fucker!”
“Wow, that’s some attitude for someone in your position, Dude,” I teased, bending down until my wiggling fingers made contact with his helpless barefeet.
“Noooooo!” he cried out in protest as my fingers began to dance maddeningly up and down his wriggling soles, his legs pulling frantically in a futile attempt to free themselves and save his tortured barefeet. “P….pl…..pleee…..pleeeeease!” he begged as I continued the unmerciful attack on his sensitive, bound feet. Again, I found myself unable to stop, not sure if I’d ever have this opportunity again and unwilling to pass up the chance to tickle torture Luke Evan’s perfect, soft, ticklish barefeet so helplessly at my mercy. Or lack thereof.
I continued the merciless tickle torture of Luke Evans for another twenty minutes or so, alternating from his feet to his pits and every uncovered spot in between with periodic breaks to catch his breath and give him a few sips of water. The dude was tough, copping plenty of attitude when he recovered in each break, egging me on to continue the torture. The tent in his boxers never subsided, and eventually a wet spot formed from the precum he was oozing. I decided to change up the pace and convince him let me get a shot at his aching wood.
I went to my bag and retrieved a few tools, returning to the side of the bed. He watched my moves carefully, trying to figure out what was coming next. Setting most of my tools down on the nightstand, I moved the blindfold remaining in my hand up to his head. “Time for Round Two,” I announced slipping the blindfold over his eyes and pulling his head up to wrap the straps around the back of his head, securing the velcro straps securely to ensure Luke couldn’t see what was coming next.
“Getting kinky, huh?” he teased.
“GETTING kinky? Being tied up spread eagle and tickle tortured doesn’t count as kinky?” I laughed. “I find a blindfold can intensify your sensitivity and make it hard to anticipate where I might attack next. And with what.” I reached over and picked up a long, white, stiff-barbed feather from the nightstand and slowly moved it over to Luke’s vulnerable body. I lowered it to his nipple and began to lightly tease it with the tip of the feather slowly painting circles around and over his nipple.
It took only a few seconds for Luke to feel the sensations and tense his body, emitting a slight gasp. I continued my methodic, maddening teasing of his nipple causing it to swell and stiffen and him to shudder and squirm slightly the longer the sensations continued. But his nipple wasn’t the only thing swelling. The tent in his boxers also grew taller as his whole body began to squirm and he moaned. I picked up another feather and began to swirl its tip in a circular motion on his other nipple. As I’d hoped, the tickling sensations began to overwhelm my tough victim and a few giggles escaped his pursed lips as his squirming grew more frantic.
“Ahhh, I knew the sensations would get to you,” I teased.
“Goddamnit!” he finally protested, letting his laughter out and yanking at his ropes. “That’s fucking maddening!”
“I know!” I laughed, continuing my nonstop feather teasing of his nipples for another minute. And then I stopped, noticing his dick now fully erect and pressing hard against his underwear. I didn’t want him to enjoy his torment too much, after all. I waited until he’d regained his composure and was starting to get nervous about where I would touch him next.
I touched one of the feathers to the underneath side of his arm just above his elbow and began slowly tracing it down his ticklish arm to his even more ticklish pit. He tensed his arm and held his breath trying not to let a laugh out. Just as the feather glided into his deep pit, i took another feather and
simultaneously stroked across his taut abdomen along that invisible line along the belly button that often elicits involuntary spasms from ticklish dudes. My moves caught him off guard and he let out a loud laugh and began to squirm, pulling at the ropes holding him hostage.
After a few minutes of this, I took the feather from his armpit and moved it to his thigh while taking the feather from his stomach down to his barefoot. Again, caught off guard and unable to anticipate my movement, he jumped and continued laughing now moving his foot back and forth trying to escape the maddeningly light tickling sensations inflicted by my feather. I couldn’t help but notice that his boner was still fully erect and I could see drops of precum oozing through the fabric of his boxers. This masculine, tough dude was really getting turned on by my blindfolded feather tickling assault.
“You know, Luke,” I said wryly as I pulled my feathers away from his squirming body, “I can’t help but notice the tent in your boxers. I think you’re actually enjoying this scene.” He laughed nervously, not wanting to admit that he was getting turned on. “The downside of getting wood while wearing boxers, though, is it creates strategic openings in the legs of your boxers.”
“Oh no you….dooooooon’t! Fuck! Stooooop!” he cried out as I inserted a feather in the opening and began tickling his balls, which apparently is a major ticklish weak spot for Luke Evans. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting watching this straight, muscular dude writhe, squirm and laugh
uncontrollably as I used my stiff-barbed feather to unmercifully tickle his swollen balls. However, his squirming kept trapping my feather against the fabric of his boxers preventing me from getting complete access to his ticklish orbs.
I finally pulled the feather out to let him catch his breath. “Dude! That was soooo wrong!” he protested. I just laughed, kneeling beside him.
“Maybe,” I said softly as I touched the feather to his nipple and began slowly teasing it. His nips were wired directly to his dick so I knew this would only serve to turn him on more. “But you know as bad as it tickles, I bet it also feels crazy good in a weird way. Your boner tells me so.”
“Shit, Dude!” he said with defeat, squirming at the teasing touches of the feather to his vulnerable nipple, “You’re such an asshole, man!” I just laughed, enjoying his defeat and frustration.
“You know, Luke,” I said softly, “I think it’s time we lose the boxers. What do you think?” My feather continued it’s light teasing of his nipple and his dick remained fully erect, the wet spot in his boxers growing slowly. He continued to squirm and moan lightly, debating his predicament in his mind.
“Just tickling, right?” he asked nervously.
“Just tickling, “ I assured him. He paused for another minute, clearly debating it in his head, no doubt torn between how unmerciful I could be if I had full access to his ticklish balls, and yet knowing how turned on he was, and how badly he wanted his dick to be stroked. He finally shook his head nervously, not sure enough to say it out loud.
I grabbed a pair of scissors from my bag and surgically cut away his boxers until his dick was free and sprung immediately to attention. “Damn!” I exclaimed with a laugh, pulling the fabric from under his body so he was now fully naked and helpless. Slowly I dragged my feather up the underneath side of his cock from his balls to the tip of his swollen head.It bounced from my unexpected tickle and he let out a giggle. “As tempting as this is, I think you need to suffer a little more first,” dropping my feathers between his legs and moving to the foot of the bed.
Reaching both hands down to his outstretched, helpless barefeet, I began dancing my fingers up and down my blindfolded captive’s sensitive soles. I caught him by surprise and he burst into a fit of laughter mix with protests. But I wanted to see him work up a sweat again, so I continued my tickling attack of his barefeet for several minutes while he yanked madly and roared with laughter, begging me to stop between helpless fits of laughter.
I loved how ticklish his feet were and couldn’t stop dancing my fingernails up and down and watching them wiggle like crazy. I was also getting super turned on watching his dick, still fairly erect, swing about in the air as he squirmed and yanked madly at the ropes holding his body down and at my mercy. I still couldn't get over the fact that Luke Evans, this guest I’d been oogling over for months, was actually turned on by tickle torture! And turned out to be as ticklish as I’d imagined him to be during my numerous jack off sessions while fantasizing about this very scene. This scene was actually surreal.
Time to go in for the kill. I moved to the side of the bed while he worked to get his breath back after that intense foot torment. “Fuck, man, you are a merciless S.O.B!” he exclaimed with a laugh.
“Why thank you!” I responded with a chuckle. I climbed on the bed, straddling his waist while facing the foot of the bed, resting gently against on his hips pinning his body firmly in place. My position gave me full access to his helpless balls and cock, which was about to experience my merciless touch.
He jumped as soon as my feather made contact with his balls, crying out in protest. I slowly, methodically tickled every millimeter of his swollen balls with my feather while he cried out desperately with laughter and tried futilely to yank free of his bonds. He wasn’t kidding that his balls were unbelievably ticklish! I couldn’t help but rub my own swollen cock through my boxers with my free hand while I thoroughly tormented his balls.
He cried out in surprise as I slid my feather up the underneath side of his hard cock. I grabbed a second feather and began slowly feather jacking his dick, moving both feathers together up his cock, one on the underneath side and one on the top side up over the head of his cock and then back down. Up and down, up and down, just the stiff barbs of the feathers engulfing his entire cock and stroking him methodically.
His reaction was intoxicating, a mix of laughter and angst and ecstasy from the sensations turning him on even more. The more I did this, the more he oozed precum and it was clear it was become less torture and more erotic and a turn on. So I decided it was time to shake it up.
I grabbed his dick in one hand and took the feathers in the other hand and began non-stop circling his swollen dickhead, tickling the tip and sliding it underneath the sensitive ridge with the intent to inflict intense tickling sensations on his sensitive head. Clearly that got to him and he cried out again in a mix of agony and laughter. “Fuck!” he cried out in between peels of laughter.
After a few minutes of this, I dropped one of the feathers back to his super sensitive balls and began tickling them while I used the other feather to stroke up the underneath side of his cock. That sent him over the edge, growling with laughter and crying out in agony all the while laughing and squirming as much as he could while trapped beneath my body pinning him to the bed. His reaction was so intoxicating, I couldn’t stop and just kept tormenting him and tormenting until he cried out, his body tensed and he began to shoot his load. I kept tickling his balls with the one feather while I grabbed his dick and stroked him off completely with my free hand until he was emptied.
I climbed off Luke and stepped off the bed, looking at my poor victim drenched in sweat and working hard to catch his breath. That might have been the first time I’ve made a dude shoot his load without touching him. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and returned to the bed to wipe up Luke’s cum from the bedspread, legs, dick and some hit his belly.
“Holy shit!” he finally managed to get out between breaths. “Holy shit!” he repeated with a laugh. “HOLY SHIT!” he repeated again between breaths. “Dude! That was fucking intense!” he said with a laugh. “Oh my God!” he exclaimed. “OH MY GOD!” he repeated with a laugh.
“Dude, tell me how you really felt about that!” I responded with a laugh as I took the towel to the bathroom.
“Fuck, man! That was THE most intense tickle torture session I’ve ever been made to endure!” he finally responded.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked with a laugh.
“YES!!!” he yelled, with a laugh. “It was pure torture...it was HELL! And it was fucking hot as hell, too!”
“Ah, yes, tickle torture and the fine line between love and hate,” I commented. “Fucking love that, man. And from the raging hard on you sported the entire time and the way you shot without me even jacking you off, I’d say you really loved it!”
“Geezus, yes! And FUCKING HATED IT, man! You are fucking EVIL! My head is still spinning!”
“You know, I’ve heard that a guy is more ticklish after he cums,” I said with an evil smile as I moved to the foot of the bed.
“Dude, don’t you fucking DARE...AHAHAHHHHHHHH!” he cried out futilely as I reached down and began to tickle his barefeet, still securely bound and helpless.
“Wow, man, I didn’t think it would even be possible for you to be more ticklish but damned if you aren’t!” I teased, as I aggressively tickled the wriggling soles of his feet while he roared with laughter and cried out for me to stop.
“Mercy! PLEAAASE! Uncle! UNCLE!!!!” he cried out desperately. I noticed his dick was standing at attention again. While I was tempted to keep tickling his feet or going for another spot, I decided to give him a break since this was our first time and I wanted to get another shot at him. So I stopped, and began to unlock the restraints around his ankles while he gasped for air once again.
“Son of a bitch!” he finally managed to get out. “You really ARE evil, man!” he yelled with a laugh.
“Thanks, man,” I answered with a chuckle and moved up to his bound wrist. “Oh man, and the evil in me can’t resist this!” I reached down and started tickling his vulnerable armpit.
“Noooo!” he cried out followed by peals of laughter. “Stop!!!” he pleaded, while his legs kicked about wildly. I kept tickling with one hand while I used the other hand to unbuckle the restraint holding his wrist above his head. As soon as he was freed, he yanked his arm down to block me from tickling his pit. He stretched his arm back and forth trying to regain the feeling lost from being in restraints for so long. I moved to the other side of the bed and predictably started tickling his other pit.
“C’mon!” he cried out, reaching over with his free arm over and grabbing my wrist to prevent me from tickling his pit. But he could grab only one wrist so I attacked him with my other hand. He tried grabbing that one and I tickled with the first.
“I’m not going to stop tickling you and you can’t keep me from it, so I suggest you use your one good hand to free your bound wrist,” I taunted. It took him a second to comprehend what an asshole move I was making. so he twisted his body and reached his hand up to desperately try to free his bound wrist from the restraint. Seizing my last opportunity, I used both hands to tickle his pits and sides while he desperately worked to loosen the restraint and free his wrist, not an easy task while he laughed and squirmed trying to avoid my annoying tickling fingers.
When he finally managed to free his bound arm, Luke jumped back desperately scooting across the bed to get away from my tickling hands. I laughed out loud, amused at the sight of this masculine, ripped dude scrambling to protect himself from me.
I returned to my case while he laid on the bed catching his breath, naked and drenched in sweat from the workout. Pulling a fresh pair of boxers his size, I tossed it to him landing it on his bare chest. “Since I cut up your boxers, thought you could use a pair to change into,” I explained.
“Thanks, man,” he responded, “Better take a quick shower after that intense workout.” While he was in the shower, I got dressed and began to pack up my bag. I heard the shower cut off, faster than I expected. Luke emerged from the bathroom wearing just a towel around his waist. I couldn’t believe how hot this dude was.
“Feel better?” I asked.
“Yeah...but damn, man! That was THE most fucking intense tickle torture session I have EVER experienced.”
“Your welcome,” I answered with a teasing smile.
“Hey, how come you have your suite back on?”
“I have to go back to work. I’m still on the clock.”
“Fuck man, I really, REALLY was hoping I’d get a chance to tie YOU up and get my revenge!”
“Really?” I responded. “Dude, you haven’t come CLOSE to earning that opportunity yet.”
“Earn? I have to EARN a chance to tie you up and tickle the shit out of you?”
“Yeah,” I said with a laugh. “I’m like 90% top, man. So it’s pretty rare that I bottom. I’m almost always on top. Besides, I’m ticklish as fuck.”
“Dude, I know, you told me that when we chatted online,” he answered. “Which is why it would be such sweet revenge for me!”
“Not saying it won’t happen, Bro. Just saying that for a guy to get a shot at me, he has to earn it.”
“Didn’t I earn it today?!” he argued teasingly.
“Not even close, man. We’ll consider after another half dozen sessions like that one.”
“Jesus!” he complained. “You serious?” He rearranged the pillows and plopped down on the bed, arms tucked behind his head, ankles crossed, bare except for the towel around his waist.
“Yes sir!” I responded, moving to the foot of the bed to remove the restraints. “Unless you’re telling me you’re not tough enough?” I teased, stroking my fingernail up the length of his sole.
“Don’t worry, buddy,” he responded with a giggle. “I can take what you dish out. And I promise you I will earn that shot at revenge, and when I do you will pay dearly!”
“That’s pretty tough talk from a guy as ticklish as you!” I responded, wrapping one hand around his ankles and pressing down against the bed while I began to madly tickle his barefeet.
“No, okay, stop! I take it back! Uncle!” he cried out. I smiled slyly and released my grip on his ankles, returning to the task of removing the restraints from the foot of the bed. I couldn’t help but notice as I glanced up from that vantage point even with the bed, it looked like Luke had a bit of a tent in his towel.
“This dude really gets off on tickling!” I thought to myself, smiling at what a lucky guy I am for having managed to pull this off.
“You sure you have to go back to work?” he asked with a wink.
“Why, you ready for round 2 already?!” I laughed.
“Maybe,” he responded sheepishly. “Let’s just say I want to work toward getting that revenge on you as fast as I can.”
“Yeah, unfortunately, I’m still on the clock, man,” I answered with a chuckle. “Shame, ‘cause you are really a glutton for punishment and I’d love to dish it out.”
“What time do you get off?” he asked with a smile.
“Not until 9 tonight. Dude, are you that horny that you want me to come back later and work you over again?”
“Hell yeah!” he replied with a deep laugh. “I mean, that was insane and really unbearable. But holy shit, it was also the HOTTEST experience I’ve ever had with a dude. I’m already getting wood thinking about it!”
I laughed out loud and stood up. “Well, I suppose I could come back after work for round two if you’re sure you’re up to it. I put you through one helluva workout tonight.”
“Hell yeah! I’ll be here,” he offered, sitting up. So I agreed to return, and left the restraints on the headboard for the next session.
And thus began a beautiful friendship. Luke Evans checked out the next day but had another trip planned in two weeks, so we began exchanging notes and planning our next hook up. I decided it was time to up things a notch on his next visit…
