Timmy
At The Leather Bar
by ExecSocks@aol.com
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Author:
Timmy Backman himself and added on by: Christopher Trevor
Author’s Note: This is another of the sexy and ticklish adventures of Timmy
Backman, the central character, victim in Christopher Trevor’s “Timmy’s
Ticklish Trials.” Timmy is a straight guy, married to a beautiful sexy
woman named Stephanie, and has a son, Timmy Junior. He works a corporate job
as a lawyer for a bank. Timmy has been through some mighty ticklish situations
in his life, and this one, his adventure in the leather bar is told by Timmy
in his own words. So, herein is Timmy’s account of what happened to him
at the leather bar.
Well, I was planning on playing a joke on my cocky macho friend and I wound up
getting myself into quite a pickle. Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men,
how they can certainly go awry. Yes, poor Timmy in yet another pickle.
My friend Jim is so stuck up and he thinks of himself as such a manly man and
such a lady killer that I got the bright idea that he would be totally embarrassed,
utterly humiliated and extremely flabbergasted if he were to be approached by
some gay gays, and not just any gay guys mind you, but leather fetish gay guys.
I just had to chuckle at my devious plan as I envisioned macho and supposedly
lady killer Jim in the clutches of some sex crazed guys and doing all he could
to get away. Oh man, this was going to be ticklingly hilarious…or so I
thought.
My brother is gay…my brother… Why oh why do I keep trusting and confiding
in my brother??? He always manages to get me into ticklish hell. And not just
ticklish hell mind you, but gay ticklish hell. But all that is another story.
Well, I approached my brother with my plan. What I needed was four or five guys
to show up and begin to make passes at Jim and just do about everything they
could to try and seduce him somehow, then tease him, and then take control of
him after stripping him down, and finally tickle torture the macho shit-head.
Knowing Jim he would be beside himself with embarrassment and he wouldn’t
know what to do. Well, my brother gave me a name and address of one of his friends
where he assured me I would find exactly what I was looking for. The problem
was, it was much, much more than what I was looking for.
So, off I went to the leather bar that my brother directed me to. Admittedly,
it was a little unnerving to me when I stepped into the darkened bar…me
in my Wall Street business attire, and everyone else in the place was dressed
right out of a biker bar fairy tale. I thought I had stepped into a Village People
video. Even in the dim light I could see a lot of flesh…bare chests with
little leather and studded vests; low riding leather pants that barely held the
wearer or the wearer’s male equipment; biker’s caps, arm bands, leather
fringe, leather chaps over bare legs, silver studded cod pieces barely containing
sexual equipment beneath. It truly was something out of a dream… I could
never have dreamed up this place and all its occupants. It seemed to me at that
moment that for once my brother had come through for me. Beside the strong male
smell, the bar had an intense leather smell, almost like new shoes and boots.
The way some of these guys were strutting and showing off their crotch bulges
I think the olfactory sensations were making them horny. “Wow!” was
all I could mutter as I drifted into this leather and sweat jungle. Boy oh boy,
if I had an ounce of sense I would have turned right around and gotten the hell
out of there. But, alas, I was too intent on my devilish plan being put into
place.
I approached the bar amid the stares from the whole place. Except for the jukebox
playing the noise subsided a great deal as most everyone followed me with his
eyes. As I walked toward the bar I noticed a stage off to the right. It had a
microphone out front like a performer would use. But then toward the rear of
the stage was a big black metal X shaped frame with dangling leather straps hanging
out of each leg of the X and where the arms crossed in the middle. I could only
imagine what that was for. I also imagined Jim hooked up to that thing. I had
to stifle my laughter at that thought.
Bringing my focus back to the bar and where I was headed I began to take full
account of the fact that I was the odd ball there, the odd man out, the strange
fellow in his Brooks Brothers suit, a silk tie, starched white dress shirt, highly
polished Oxford shoes, and (yes Christopher Trevor) thin black dress socks. These
guys were taking me in and I could feel the heat of their stares as I got to
the bar. I was already beginning to perspire…a nervous perspiration. Shit,
I stood out like a sore thumb.
The bartender was a big muscular guy who looked like he probably shaved his entire
body, or maybe had someone do it for him. I could not see a hair anywhere. And
his exposed skin glistened like he oiled himself down, or maybe he had someone
oil it for him. He had shiny gold rings in each ear, a black leather collar with
a set of keys dangling from the center, a black leather vest with chrome studs
and decorations trimming it out over a very muscular and bare chest and abdomen
and matching leather bands around each of his bowling ball sized biceps. Once
I got to the bar I could see that he was wearing a chrome studded codpiece somewhat
concealing his genitals and black leather chaps…nothing underneath, nada,
nil. He grinned at my gaping mouth and asked, “Well, well Mr. Wall Street,
what will you have?”
“ Uh, uh, scho…scotch and water…please!” I stammered
out as I continued to stare at this mountain of man leaning on the bar with both
hands
and showing me most of his muscular body.
The big bartender grinned at me again and said, “Oh, a manly drink for
Mr. Wall Street? Ha, ha! Now, while I get you some Cutty and water is there perhaps
something else I might be able to help you with…huh, Mr. Wall Street?” And
he grinned at me with his sparkling eyes as he poured me a rather strong scotch
over ice with a just a splash of water.
“ Uh, uh,” I said.
Boy was I confident in my conversation.
“ Uh, my brother is Bruce Backman, do you know him?” I asked the
burly bartender.
“ Bruce Backman!” he bellowed. “Why, Bruce and I go way back.
Ha, ha!
Bruce and I go back before the CLOSET!” and he really laughed and slapped
the bar. This seemed to draw some laughter and conversation from some of the
other village people…enough to make me look around. It was then that I
noticed that quite a few of the rather muscular leather clad guys had all but
surrounded me. I sipped on my very strong scotch and the bartender leaned in
on his elbows over his rather large crossed forearms, bringing his shiny bald
head very close to me.
“ Bruce and I are good buds. We’re very gooood buds,” he said,
sounding
almost lust filled. “And any brother of Bruce’s is a good bud of
mine!”
The, he reached out and pinched my cheek.
“ So, Bruce’s brother, what’s your name?” he asked me
as he tweaked
my cheek.
“ Uh, Timmy, my name is Timmy. And I’m a lawyer for a bank…although
I’m not from Wall Street!” I said as firmly as I could and sipped
some more of my scotch.
“ Timmy, ha, ha! That is a perfect name for my bud Bruce’s younger
brother,” he said and grabbed my tie knot between his big finger and thumb
and straightened
my tie, even though it didn’t need straightening. “Well Timmy, you
can just call me Bull…everybody does!”
He laughed again and said, “Any brother of my bud Bruce is a gooood bud
of mine!”
“ Uh thanks,” I nervously said and sipped the rest of my scotch.
I could now feel and smell the closeness of a number of the leather clad guys
around me. Looking away from the grinning bartender, Bull, and glancing around
me, my eyes met a great deal of male flesh hardly concealed in various kinds
of leather and chrome outfits stretched taut over fairly bulging muscles. There
was so much muscled flesh around me I almost thought that I had stepped into
a weightlifter’s locker room. I put my drink down on the counter and the
ice rattled around in the now empty glass. But, my new best bud, Bull, slid a
fresh scotch on the rocks with a splash of water right into my waiting hand.
“ Now Timmy, besides a drink, is there something else I can do for you?” he
asked and winked at the leather clad guys standing around me as he brushed off
my lapels as I again sipped a scotch. “I mean, it’s not everyday
that a Mr. Wall Street walks in here, so I’m guessing you’re here
on some kind of business huh?”
“ Uh Bull…Bruce told me that you could help me…help me with
a joke
I want to play,” I said, letting the words stumble out and for courage
I took another sip of my drink.
Damn, Bull had made these drinks strong.
“ A joke!” Bull repeated. “Is this a funny joke you want help
with
Timmy?” he asked me.
He got down close to me again and looked deeply into my eyes over my still raised
scotch glass.
“ Uh, yeah,” I offered, lowering my drink. “I think it will
be funny!
You see, my friend Jim thinks he’s so macho and cool because he’s
a real lady killer…I, I was thinking if some of your guys here…”
I nervously indicated the muscled flesh surrounding me.
“ If your guys could come onto Jim, you know, like he attracted you and
you wanted
to have sex with him,” I went on. “Maybe manage to somehow him strip
him and then tickle and tease him in front of his present girlfriend and others…that…that
would be great. Actually, that would be so funny and so humiliating for Jim.”
I was now nervously grinning at Bull, who was now frowning at me.
“ So, bud, Timmy, let me get this straight. Ha, that’s a good one,
straight…hey
Timmy my new bud, are you straight?” Bull asked me. “Or do you swing
like we do?”
Bull flexed his muscles and grinned at me again.
“ Uh, yeah I’m straight. My, my brother, you know, your bud Bruce…he’s
gay like you guys,” I nervously said and looked back at the big grin in
front of me and cut my eyes at the leather clad guy’s surrounding me.
And I took another sip of scotch.
“ Well, well, Timmy me laddy…say, anyone ever call you me laddy?” Bull
chuckled and my heart pounded like a jackhammer in my chest.
“ Uh, yeah, but that’s a whole other story that I don’t want
to get
into right now,” I said through trembling lips and saw myself one night
being literally carried from my own home, bound and gagged, wearing just my white
underpants and black dress socks.
“ Well, Timmy me laddy,” Bull said and winked again at the leather
clad guys. “I
think we just might be able to help you with your little…joke. Right guys?”
Bull was speaking to the leather clad guys closing in around me and they were
all murmuring in the affirmative.
“ But I’m afraid you’re going to have to show us EXACTLY what
you mean
for us TO DO to your friend Jim…” Bull said. “Now Jim is straight,
right?”
Getting excited that I had convinced them to execute my plan I said, “Oh
great…yeah! Jim is straight…that’s why it will be so humiliating
for him.”
Bull again winked at the male flesh surrounding me, (his silent communication
with these guys was making me nervous.)
“ So, it would be SO HUMILIATING for a straight guy to be approached, somehow
stripped, teased, tickled, God I love that Timmy, tickled, tickling a guy is
so much fun,
and generally taken advantage of by a bunch of GAY guys like…US? Is that
right?” Bull said, looking at me questioningly.
“ Uh, right! It would be tremendously humiliating for you to do that to
a straight
guy! Th-that’s why I want you to do it to Jim…to totally humiliate
him,” I continued with some very definite concern now in my voice.
Once more Bull looked at all the leather clad guys pressing in around me…in
fact, I would have sworn that a few of them were copping feels. But, it was somewhat
hard to tell since they were pressing in against me and pushing me against the
bar…I took another swig of my scotch and I was beginning to feel lightheaded.
“ So, you would like for us to strip your friend Jim?” Bull asked
me.
I shook my head in the affirmative.
“ And, he would be dressed…like you are?” Bull inquired.
Again I affirmed in the positive.
“ Suit, tie, starched shirt?” Bull asked me and my head continued
to go up
and down.
“ So, we would first remove his tie somehow?” Bull asked and I looked
down
at Bull’s big hands as they then pulled hard on my tie, loosening the knot
and finally pulling it from my neck. “Like this?”
I nodded and Bull asked, “And remove his suit coat?”
A number of hands quickly pulled my Brooks Brothers suit coat back and off my
shoulders, down my arms and it disappeared rather quickly.
“ Uh, yeah,” I weakly said. “But look, you don’t have
to do this…to
me!” I said desperately. “It’s Jim we’re talking about
here. Say, where the hell did my suit coat go to Bull?”
Hands were now holding my arms real tight and Bull was working methodically on
my shirt buttons, slowly opening my shirt.
“ Oh but Timmy me laddy, we must be sure that we do EXACTLY what you want,” Bull
replied tauntingly.
Someone on either side of me had unbuttoned my shirt cuffs and when Bull got
to my beltline he was assisted in pulling my shirttails out of my suit pants.
Now I was really getting nervous, and felt even more-so as my shirt was pulled
off my shoulders and arms and disappeared just like my suit coat had.
“ Hee, hee, hee,” I giggled stupidly as some probing fingers touched
my now bare ribs and began squeezing my ass and thighs through my suit slacks.
I didn’t want to get all riled, mainly because I was really outnumbered
here, but fuck,
these guys were squeezing my goddamned ass.
Then I realized that this slight tickling was causing my cock to stir and to
betray me in my underpants. “Oh shit!” I thought as I felt the heat
begin to build in my crotch.
Tickling has always been a sexual stimulation for me. And even though I’m
not gay…these guys were causing my sexual juices to flow, just by tickling
me… I hoped that they wouldn’t take this, or me, any further. But
the probing fingers continued and my cock was growing…against my will.
“ Ticklish?” Bull questioned me as he gave me a knowing sort of look.
“ Nope!” was my curt reply, but I was beginning to wiggle in vain
attempts
to move away from those probing fingers.
“ No huh?” Well, you sure act like someone who is ticklish…now;
you
want us to tickle your friend Jim…right?” Bull stated in what was
becoming obvious as well as he presented me with a question.
“ No,” I said. “No, I mean…yes. HEE, hee, no, I’m
not,
hee, hee, ticklish…NO…YES, yes, I want you to tickle Jim…he’s
really ticklish,” I said stupidly. “But no, not me…”
I was wiggling more and my cock was beginning to show as it gently pushed against
my slacks.
“ No you say?” Bull asked and grinned at the man flesh holding and
probing
me. “Well, if I was a betting man…and I am Timmy, I am…I would
bet you were ticklish. Did you know your nipples are hard??”
“ GAWD!!” I said and looked down.
Sure enough, my man nips, as I call them were standing out like little pencil
erasers. “Shit!” I thought. My nipples were getting hard like my
cock…and they can see my nipples. Little did I know, but some of my leather
clad buddies had already taken notice of the lump forming at my crotch and they
were signaling Bull.
Bull winked at the leather clad guys and said, “As I was saying, I BET
you ARE ticklish. Actually, I’m so confident of it that I’m willing
to risk my pants against yours that says you are ticklish!”
And Bull simply beamed as several hands moved right against my ribs and began
to work on them like they were playing a piano.
“ PHHHHTTT, no, no, hahahahahahahahahahhahahahhahahhahaha. NO, heeheeheehee,
heeee,
heee, heee!!!” I broke out in laughter as fingers on either side of me
played up and down my bare ribs.
I began to twist and turn and move from one foot to the other in vain attempts
to move away from those tickling fingers. But the hands holding my arms were
very secure and they even raised my arms, providing the moving fingers more access
to my now bare and vulnerable sides.
“ EEEEEEEEheeeheeeeeheeeee, nononononono don’t teeeekle me, don’t
tickle
me, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, heee, heee!!!! OOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”
Then, a couple of the hands moved around my waist and began scribbling up and
down my abdomen.
“ EEEEEEEEheheheheheheheeheeheeheehahahahahahaha!!” I screamed.
It seemed to me almost like the tickling hands and fingers were somehow disembodied
as they moved along my vulnerable exposed ticklish parts.
Laughing meanly at my reaction Bull smiled and leaned across the bar.
“ You lose,” he said and began to claim his prize. “Well, I’ll
be you’re more ticklish than I would have dreamed you were. And a bet is
a bet is a bet Timmy me laddy.”
And Bull just beamed as he took hold of my belt and loosened it.
“ Nonononohohohohohohohoheeheeheeheeheeheeheee don’t, don…hohohohohoho.
Don’t do that!!!” I laughingly pleaded. “Don’t take my
hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, pants offffff me, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!!!!”
But my pleas did little to stop the tickling fingers that were attacking my sides
all the way up into my armpits, the fingers working on my belly, or Bull’s
nimble fingers loosening my suit pants. I was laughing and dancing and twisting
around helplessly. Once he had completely loosened my belt he made a huge production
of pulling it inch by inch from my pants belt loops. And he was getting encouragement
from everyone on my side of the bar…with the exception of ME!
Bull slung my belt round and round over his head like a lasso and then flung
it back and over my head and I assumed that it went the same way as my suit coat
and shirt. My tie still hung around Bull’s neck, like a trophy of sorts.
My colorful red tie made for a great contrast against his bronze muscular body
and all the black leather and chrome trim. My belt gone, Bull tugged on the waistband
of my slacks and then unhooked the fasteners. My waistband opened and then Bull
slowly pulled on my zipper, his knuckles rubbing against my underpants as he
pulled downward, fully opening and releasing my pants from around me. Now, with
nothing to hold them up my pleated suit slacks tumbled to the floor, gathering
and pooling at my ankles. And with me still dancing real stupidly and sexily
from one foot to the other, it didn’t take much for someone in the rear
to pull my slacks from my feet over my shoes. And GAWD, then my pants were gone
like my belt, coat and shirt.
“ EEEEEEEEheeheeheeheehahahahahahahahahaha dooooon’t hoooooohooodoooo
thheeesss
tooooo me, heeheeheeheeheeheeheee!” I continued to laugh and try to plead
for them to stop this insane tickling and stripping of me.
“ Timmy, is this kind of what you want us to do to your friend Jim? Or
are we doing something wrong here? Does all this really tickle? Should we start
over?” Bull
asked and was confusing me and my answers were confusing…if you could tell
I was answering at all, what with all the laughter I was spouting.
“ AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA, yessss, heee, heee, heee, heee, heee, NOOOOO, yesssss,
nohohohohohohohohoho, stoop, nooooo, ohhhhhhnononono don’t,” I sputtered. “I-I
fuckin’ don’t know hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!!!!!”
Then, Bull peered over the edge of the bar and he saw the still growing lump
that my cock was forming by pressing out against the cotton material of my executive
briefs.
“ Oh Timmy me laddy, look at what I see,” Bull said and was grinning
as he
pointed to the bulge in my underpants. “You say this would be humiliating
for Jim who is a straight guy? Well my new bud, look at you, a straight guy who’s
not ticklish! You’re laughing your fucking head off and it sure as hell
looks like you’re getting a boner. And to me, a boner means you like what’s
being done, right?”
And Bull just went on grinning at what he had just said and at the predicament
I was in.
“ Yeeeessss, heeheeheeheeheeheee, straaaaiiight, hahahahahahahahaha, nonononono,
don’t teeekle me, nononononononononoho boner, fuck me, hehehehehehehehehehe!!!” I
squealed.
I was becoming more and more of a mess. I was now standing before the bar (how
ironic for a banker’s lawyer like myself to be standing before the bar)
stripped to my executive underpants, shoes and socks and being tickled and having
my cock betray me by coming to life and embarrass the fuck out of me by getting
hard and continuing to get harder and harder yet…right in front of all
these guys…GUYS. “OH SHIT!” was all I could think.
Somehow I had gotten myself into another ticklish situation with a bunch of guys
and they were really playing me like a fiddle…and I was singing their song
and my strings were being strummed and getting tighter and tighter.
“ Well now Timmy, I’m having trouble believing you,” Bull said. “First
you tell me you’re not ticklish…”
“ AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA yeeesssss, heeeheeeheee, NOOOOO, yeesssssss, nooohoohoohohoho,
don’t I fucking don’t know, hehehehehehehehehe, ju-just stop tickling
me!!!” I was doing my best in responding to Bull.
“ Ha, but it sure looks like you are!” Bull guffawed. “And
you also
tell me you’re straight…”
“ YESSSSSSSS, st-straaaaiight, hahahahahahahaha, nooooo, don’t teeeeeklleee
me, boner, hahahahahahahahahahaha fuuuucckkkk I-I swear. Hee, hee, hee, hee,
hee, I swear I’m straight, heeheeeheeeheee!!!” I said, finding it
extremely hard for me to make my point with all the goddamned tickling I was
enduring, plus the evidence of my erection poised in my white underpants wasn’t
helping the poor lawyer’s case either.
“ Well, Timmy me laddy, if I had the boner that you seem to be sporting
in your little cotton underpants just because us guys are being friendly I know
that
I would be accused of being gay,” Bull said, leering at me and licked his
lips as I continued to laugh uncontrollably.
“ OOOOHHHHH, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! You, you call, ha,
ha, ha,
ha, ha, you call what y-you’re doing to me here friendly???” I babbled.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOOD GOD, stop tickling me!!! I-I can’t heheheheheheheheeheeheeeheeeheee,
I-I can’t stand anymore, hohohohohohoho!!!”
I was becoming a basket case. These leather clad village people were stripping
me and tickling the ever loving shit out of me. And, like in other instances,
the tickling was causing my cock to respond… GAWD, why? I had not a fucking
clue. I really was straight, but all I could think for a moment was if my wife
could see her poor hubby now, GAWD! I had already tried to tell Bull that I was
definitely one hundred percent straight. But he was reading my cock, which seemed
to have a mind of its own and was getting harder and harder. And Bull was reading
that as my sexual preference. I was not attracted to these guys in the least.
But, the tickling was making me all sexy and getting my cock rock hard. Oh man,
I could feel the sex building in my loins, even though I didn’t want it
to.
“ Come on fellas; let’s give poor Timmy here a break!” Bull
instructed
the guys holding and tickling me.
They didn’t turn me loose, but they did stop the tickling. My laughter
slowly subsided and I was beginning to catch my breath.
“ Timmy, are your feet as ticklish as the rest of you?” Bull asked
me and
my jaw dropped. “I would bet all my leathers against your little cotton
underpants that your feet are as ticklish as the rest of you…maybe even
more-so.”
I was trying to rest and catch my breath and here was Bull presenting another
challenge…another bet.
Fuck, I could not let them know that my feet were probably the most ticklish
parts of my body…but could I lie?
“ N-no-no-not ticklish…no Bull, my feet aren’t ticklish…”I
stammered, with the hope building in me that he would believe what I was saying
and leave it at that. “Now you guys let me go. You’ve had your fun
with me so turn me loose huh?”
Now I was trying to use my banker lawyer training and persuade them to let me
go.
“ Oh Timmy…here to show good faith I’ll put my vest and chaps
on the
bar here,” Bull said and slipped off his little leather and chrome studded
vest, folding it neatly on the bar.
The he flexed his arms and pectorals at me, making sure I saw his huge muscles.
Then, stepping back from the bar Bull bent over and unfastened the several little
buckles on each leg that secured the leather chaps to that leg. Once the chaps
were free of his legs Bull reached behind his waist and unfastened the buckle
in the back and pulled the chaps forward and off his body, letting them dangle
from one hand. Then he just stood there with his legs and arms spread for everyone
to view. Except for his armbands and boots, now all Bull had on was a very small
thong jockstrap that was made of very soft and thin leather. Even my tie had
joined his stuff on the bar in front of me. Bull must have had an enormous package
beneath the pouch of his jock and I could almost make out the veins in his own
cock inside that pouch. And his package looked heavy hanging there. He then folded
his chaps and added them to his vest on the bar. “Nice,” I thought. “He
knows where his clothes that have been stripped off him are, but poor me, I have
no clue where my suit is.” Bull stepped back again and assumed the same
spread-open pose…then he swung his hips back and forth, causing the heavy
package between his legs to sway back and forth…almost hypnotically. And
to add to this incredible and unbelievable sight my nostrils continued to be
filled with the scent of leather and the musky aroma of beefy sweating guys.
It seemed to be very tribal…animalistic…very basic and…yes…sexy.
I just stood there, eyes and mouth agape at what I had just witnessed and what
was still before me. I didn’t have much choice. I was no longer being tickled,
but I was still being held firmly in place. Bull giggled at my stares and then
leaned forward and, using one finger on my chin, closed my mouth.
“ Okay guys!” Bull said as he leaned back and slapped the bar. “Let’s
get those hooves of his up here on the bar and see just how ticklish this stallion
is shod, heh, heh.”
And the big muscular brute of a bartender just stared at me, flexed his chest
again and wiggled his…his bag of goodies. Then a grin broke out all over
his face as he saw my eyes follow his to his shiny black leather pouch of a jock
swinging between his muscular tree-trunk like legs. I was envious. And even though
I prefer women…it was FUCKING SEXY!
“ OH NO!! No, no…now guys…Bull!! No, now don’t you…no,
now don’t do this,” I said, really getting into my lawyerly persuasion.
I fleetingly wondered if I could use this in court…
“ St-stop now…WHOA…not up there…no Bull!!” I shouted
as
my feet left the floor. “Guys…no, now!!! Put me…yes…put
me down…put me down…no, don’t!”
In spite of my Johnny Cochran sooth lawyer persuasion I found myself lifted and
raised up into an almost sitting position and my dress shoed and sock clad feet
were presented on the bar right in front of my near naked, muscle bound, bartender,
Bull. The musky leather clad guys held me aloft, but those hands didn’t
stay static…they weren’t tickling me now, but hell, they were probing
and feeling and poking me all over my back and sides…everywhere that they
had hold of me was fair game it seemed. And my white executive underpants were
now in prominent view with the obvious pole-like erection now stretching white
toward the ceiling. Fuck, what a position I was in now!
Bull reached out and took hold of my shoes with his strong hands. I could actually
feel him massaging my feet right through the highly polished leather of my Oxfords.
“ Nice shoes Mr. Wall Street!” Bull said, again resorting back to
the nickname
he had given me when I had first entered the bar. “Heh, heh…”
“ Bull,” I protested, watching as he held tight to my shoes as my
feet reclined
on the bar. “I’m a lawyer, a bank lawyer, I told you that, but I’m
not from Wall Street, I told you that too, and my name is Backman, Timmy Backman,
you remember I told you that as well? I’m Bruce’s brother! Bruce
is your friend, Bruce Backman!”
I was now in better control of what I was saying…trying to be forceful
and yet play my cards so as to get out of this devilish situation.
Still squeezing my feet through my shoes Bull responded, “Ah yes, Timmy
me laddy, Bruce’s brother the banking lawyer. Now Timmy, lawyers are always
supposed to tell the truth.” As he spoke he squeezed the fronts of my shoes
real tight, his hands practically enveloping them. My cock pounded in my executive
briefs and even oozed a few dollops of pre cum. Bull continued by telling me, “And
Timmy, me laddy, I’ve been having some problems with the some of the things
that you’ve been telling us here.”
“ But, but, but…” I sputtered and I was sure that I presented
an astonished
look on my face.
Plus my body was still held aloft and being forced to twist and wiggle as many
fingers and hands continued to massage me everywhere. It wasn’t enough
to tickle but enough that along with the musty leather smell, with Bull squeezing
and massaging my shoed and socked feet, my erection just would not subside.
“ No, no…now Bull!! NO, OH NO, now don’t you…” I
began to protest and the grinning bartender first took one shoelace, and then
the other
between his finger and thumb.
And then, with his pinky held high he gingerly pulled on one lace and I watched
helplessly as the loop in each knot decreased and then disappeared. And then
the entire knot disintegrated into a loose pile of my shoelaces.
“ No…no, now don’t do this, leave my laces…don’t
untie
my sho…OK, now stop, no you don’t…” I blubbered miserably. “Don’t
you take my shoes off me, leave my shoes alone!”
Now that I had been unsuccessful in keeping near naked Bull from untying my shoes
I was trying very desperately to persuade him not to go the next step and remove
my shoes…which was exactly what he seemed to be intent on doing.
“ St-stop now…whoa…no Bull! No, now!! Don’t you take
my shoes
off. Leave them alone. Bull, put my shoes back on…Bull, put my shoes back
on my feet…” I stammered.
And I watched helplessly as he took one shoe at a time off my feet and tossed
them over my head…like most of my other clothes. With my shoes gone…now
the only thing between my big manicured lawyerly feet and what was sure to be
a thorough foot tickling were my thin black lawyer socks. My heart was thundering
in my chest at the comedy to come. Now, it seems like I have been in a similar
predicament before and as I remember it I was clad in my black dress socks, and
I was nearly tickled to death.
“ Now, as I was saying,” Bull continued, looking intently at my ribbed
socked
feet on his bar and then up at me as his leather guy’s held me aloft in
that sitting position. “I’ve been having some problems with you and
the truth.”
“ But, but, but…” I stammered as I was being held by all that
male flesh and leather with my socked feet up on the bar and in a rather vulnerable
position for Bull.
“ But nothing Timmy…you came in here, all dressed up like Mr. Wall
Street…” Bull
said sternly to me. “OK, like a big lawyer wanting to persuade us to go
and embarrass, no, humiliate your friend Jim. Is that right?”
“ Uh, yeah…but…” I said, feeling like I was being cross
examined.
But Bull interrupted and continued, “So, you say that your friend is straight…that
he likes girls?”
“ Right…but…” I tried to say.
“ And you know, from your brother, that we have a different…let’s
say,
sexual persuasion. Is all this right?” Bull continued at what really felt
like a cross examination, while at the same time he reached out and grasped my
right socked foot.
“ Uuuuhhh…right…” I said and my worry meter was beginning
to
go up again as I watched and felt Bull’s big fingers massaged my feet through
my socks.
“ So, you thought that if you persuaded a group of guys of a different
sexual persuasion
to try to seduce your friend Jim in public…and actually strip him somehow
and tickle him into a humiliating predicament…that you could enjoy your
friend’s demise? Am I right?” Bull asked me and I realized that what
he had just described was all that had happened to me thus far.
Bull kept massaging my socked feet, which by the way are very sensitive. As he
questioned me he moved from one socked foot to the other, pushing his big thumb
into the meaty bottom of my foot and working the top with his fingers. His massage
was worrying me…because of what they had all already done and because he’d
talked about tickling my feet. His massage was also enough to keep my cock hard
and looking like a lone white, sheeted ghost dancing and dribbling in my underpants.
It was also making me wiggle which encouraged my leather friends to lift me a
tad higher and to massage and squeeze and poke me…which just caused me
to wiggle more.
“ Uh…uh…” I said breathlessly, somewhat mesmerized by
Bull’s foot massage and seeing my own cotton draped cock twitch and stand
tall from
between my upraised legs.
“ What did you say?” Bull asked me.
“ Uh…right…yeah! OOOOOOO!!” I grunted.
Then, I suddenly felt a hand slip inside the rear waistband of my executive,
white, cotton briefs. That hand slid menacingly along my crack and just massaged
my cheeks, which was even sexier than the other hands holding me aloft.
Bull stopped his massage and glared at me.
“ Well, I don’t know that I appreciate your line of reasoning here
Timmy
me buddy! It sounds like to me that because your friend is…STRAIGHT…and
you are…STRAIGHT…that you seem to hold us guys here with a different
view and in a little less esteem than you STRAIGHT guys huh? Is that right Mr.
Wall Street…Mr. Big Banker Lawyer…Timmy me laddy?” Bull said
with some disdain.
“ WHOA OOOOOPPPPP!!!” I whaled, continuing to react to the hand on
my ass. “Uh…uh…no…Bull,
not, not at all. It’s just that HE…JIM is so overly macho that being
stripped and tickled by you…YOU guys would be humiliating to HIM…NOT
ME…NO, I totally understand you guys and I, I respect…your…your
different view.”
I was doing my best to be persuasive. I’m not sure Bull was buying it…ha;
he wasn’t buying my bull…nor was the guys that surrounded and held
my near naked body aloft and up to the bar.
Massaging my socked feet once more Bull continued, “Well, like I said,
I have a problem with you and the truth. For instance, you told me you weren’t
ticklish!”
Then someone, as if on cue wiggled fingers up my ribs and I giggled like a schoolgirl.
“ But obviously you are ticklish…very ticklish,” Bull said. “Then
you represent yourself as being a sexually straight dude… Well me laddy,
I see no gals here and you are sporting quite a boner in your little white cotton
briefs.”
“ Well…uh…uh…I…I,” I stammered and realized
that
I was between a rock and a bunch of hard places.
“ And now you tell me that your feet are not ticklish…” Bull
mused.
“ Bull…wait…now I can explain…I really can…no…now…just
a…no…don’t Bull…” I garbled.
Aren’t I just the Fred Astaire of the spoken word? I was trying to dance
around this one, even though my feet were on the bar, not the floor, hardy har
and har.
“ You do remember our last little wager?” Bull asked and stepped
back to give me another waggle of his hips, making his full, black leather pouch
swing
between his legs. “My leathers against your little white cotton underpants…that
your feet are ticklish…heh, heh!”
And Bull leaned forward between my socked feet and snapped my underpants elastic
against my thigh.
“ OUCH! What…no…now Bull, uh, don’t be…now that’s
not…OK man, we can stop here! Tell your guys to put me down and…Bull,
Bull, I said…” hemming and hawing now. “NO…NOW…NO…NO…Don’t
you…Bull.”
Then Bull moved back and took my right foot in his hands. I could sense that
my eyes were bulging and bugging in my head as I stared intently as Bull’s
fingers began to move over my right, socked foot. Bull didn’t mess around.
He grasped my toes with one hand and forced my foot back, stretching my sensitive
sole too…then wiggling the fingers on his other hand. And oh man, and oh
fuck, those wiggling fingers started at my toes and quickly scurried down my
sole to my heel and then back up again, only to repeat the trip over and over
and over.
“ BBBUUUUULLLLL!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee
thaaaaaattttt teeeeeklesAAAAAHHHHHHhahahahahahahahahaha NOOOO PLEASE!!!!” I
screamed in insane sounding laughter.
The guys holding me aloft had to grip me tighter, what with the way I was wriggling
and wiggling now.
“ Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho stttttooooppp, BULL, STOP,
not my
feeeeeeeeettttt!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEEHEE not my feet, don’t tickle my feet
Bull!!” I screamed now in ticklish agony.
Grinning, Bull just kept up his relentless foot tickling on one of my feet and
then quickly moving to the other.
“ Well boys, it looks like Timmy here just lost another bet,” Bull
called
out over the sound of my cackling-like laughter.
I was surrounded now by laughter and clamor from all the guys holding me. And
then, they joined back in, tickling me wherever they could get a hand or a finger.
Bull laughed too and instructed the boys to remove his prize, namely, my underpants.
“ You boys can just slide those little executive briefs of his down his
legs to
me, heh, heh!” Bull mused.
A few of the guys gripped me tighter and hoisted me up to a near stance on the
bar.
“ OH GAWD, put me down already,” I squawked as several hands pushed
my white
executive briefs down my thighs.
As my cock cleared the waistband it sprang back, at first slapping me on my lower
abdomen, but eventually assuming a rigid and stiff 45 degree angle pointing above
my head. By the time my briefs reached my knees Bull simply grabbed them and
pulled them quickly down and completely off me. The guys set me back to a prone
position with my upraised feet on the bar, all of them holding me real tight.
I watched as Bull flung my underpants away, like he had done with my other articles
of clothing. At this point I was a screaming, cackling, laughing, giggling and
naked mess… Well, actually, I was naked except for my black, thin dress
socks, which Bull seemed to have taken some delight in leaving on me. (I know
someone else who would like that- Mr. Christopher Trevor.)
“ AAAAAAAAAAAhahahahahahahahahahahaha Buuuuuuuulllll PLEEEEAAASEE heeheeheeheeeheeheeeheeeheee
st-stop, stop ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho tickling meeeeeee, heeeeheeeeheeeeheeeeheeeeheeee!” I
ranted wildly. “I-I can’t take anymore, please stop!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Now just for the record here I am real ticklish in all kinds of places around
my body. But, my feet…oh shit…I am furiously ticklish on my feet.
I was losing my mind with all the tickling and Bull was just using his fingers
on my silk socked feet. I’ve had people tickle my BARE feet with all kinds
of evil prickly ticklish items, and that is horrendous. It’s amazing to
me how ordinary household items can become instruments of torture when one is
being tickled, hairbrushes, electric toothbrushes, paintbrushes, combs, feather
dusters, oh man, the list can go on and on let me tell you. But for now Bull
was happy just using his fingers on my socked feet.
Then, Bull shocked the hell out of me. First, he stopped tickling my socked feet.
But, my leather friends on my side of the bar had picked up enough slack that
I was still hooting, singing in laughter and hollering. What shocked me was Bull,
the big bald muscle bound bartender lowered his face to my socked feet, first
the right one, and then the left. He held my feet tight and with his face pressed
against them he breathed in deeply through his nose, and got the most pleased
and satisfied look on his face…like he had a bouquet of flowers there rather
than my feet with my silky socks that had been on them since before six AM that
morning. He did it again…then he looked up at me…reached down and
squeezed the leather pouch on his jock, and spoke, “Timmy me handsome laddy,
you have some mighty awful smelling feet for a big-time Wall Street lawyer.” Then
he grinned at me and smelled them again…all the while squeezing his leather
encased package…which looked like it was raring to get out now.
“ Wow, hahahahahahhahahahaha, man, heeheeheeheeheehee, y-you just smelled
my feeeeett,
ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho” I chortled crazily, watching as Bull
again leaned down over my smelly socked feet with a look of ecstasy on his face
and breathed in deeply. “HOW, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, how
could you dooooo that???”
“ Why Timmy…one of my favorite things is sniffing good looking young
executive
feet,” Bull replied and sniffed my socked feet again. “It always
amazes me how such regal looking socked feet like these, what with your socks
being silk and all, how they can smell so musty. Today when it comes to all that
you fit the bill perfectly me laddy, and may I say that your feet stink so good
too! Why Timmy, your smelly socked feet are giving me a real boner…not
as good as yours yet, but a boner just the same.”
Then, Bull rose up, adjusted his leather jock pouch once more and then raised
his muscular arms for attention.
“ Now fellas, I know more of you would like to have your turn with my new
buddy
here, Timmy the handsome laddy,” Bull said loudly. “And the only
way to accommodate all of you is to have Timmy mounted on the X shaped frame
up there on our stage. That way everybody can see while a number of us enjoy
our new buddy. So, you guys go ahead and get our star ready.”
“ NOOOOOOO, BULL, what the fuck are you talking about?” I screamed.
I was no longer being tickled, but I was hoisted up higher by the crowd of leather
dudes and carried above their heads over to the stage. By now I was a quivering
mess of tickled and sexually teased flesh and I was worrying about what was to
come. The fucking X frame that I had spied when I had walked into the leather
bar earlier was any moment going to be my prison. A number of the leather guys
had run up ahead on the stage so that once I arrived I was tossed up to a new
set of waiting hands, only to be quickly and efficiently strapped naked (except
for those stinky socks) to the X frame, which of course made me extremely vulnerable
and now no one had to hold me. Oh, by the way, I think it should be mentioned
that my cock was still just as hard and standing out from my body as ever. In
fact, it was beginning to take on a purplish hue. Oh I wasn’t laughing
right now…but I was still a fucking mess.
“ Bull, tell them to let me goooo! Please!! Guys, guys, guys!! Come on
now guys.
Please let me go. You’ve had your fun now. Please! Come on now. I cannot
take anymore tickling…Bull!!! Bull!!!” I continued yelling for Bull,
my chief tormentor so far.
His was actually the only name I knew and all of these leather clad guys, my
carriers, just seemed to be ignoring me and doing exactly what they wanted. And
what they wanted to do was to continue my tickling teasing torment.
These guys stretched my naked torso out on that goddamned X frame that I had
seen on the stage when I walked in…boy was that a mistake…even having
walked into this place. My whole plan of getting Jim humiliated had thus far
backfired on me to the point that Bull and his friends had done to me exactly
what I had wanted them to do to Jim. What a twisted turn of events, what a revolting
predicament this was. So, one of my arms was stretched up on one of the verticals
of the X and my wrist was duly strapped down snugly with a padded leather restraint.
The same thing happened to my other arm right quickly. My waist was then strapped
to the point where the X crossed and my socked ankles were pulled way apart and
then strapped to the lower portion of the X. I now resembled a naked, aroused,
male X with just his black dress socks on.
The whole time this set of leather clad guys was working on getting me strapped
to the X they peppered me with teasing, humiliating comments, saying things like, “Oh
Timmy, you are one super ticklish dude, I’m going to have a hard-on while
I tickle and tease your naked body!” and “Look at your long, hard
cock! Why, did we do that? Ha, ha, whose the straight boy now, huh?” and “Timmy,
does it feel strange to talk about humiliating a friend, only to have the humiliating
detail played out on your own body? Ha, ha” So it was not bad enough that
they were tickling and teasing me to the near point of orgasm, but they were
also toying with my mind.
The X was apparently mobile and was wheeled to the front of the stage where I
could now see just how full this barroom was. Once I was wheeled forward the
X was mechanically hoisted a few inches up off the stage floor. I looked out
at the barroom and saw that there must have been a hundred similarly dressed
leather clad guys all crowding up to the stage area…there was not a female
in sight. Testosterone was thick and the smell of hot leather and hot guys just
filled your nostrils. My hard manhood twitched. You know, I’ve heard that
it’s these kinds of olfactory conditions that cause soccer matches to get
out of hand and for riots to break out. And as far as I was concerned I was afraid
that my situation was already very out of hand.
Speaking of hand…just then Bull stepped up beside me and grabbed my still
rigid and stiff cock with his beefy hand. He gave it a twist and a turn and several
strokes. Bull, by the way hadn’t changed or put any of the leather gear
back on. So, his bald head and hairless muscular body was still just outfitted
in armbands, his little leather thong jockstrap and biker boots that I apparently
couldn’t see before. He had white sweat socks tucked down in his biker
boots.
“ Whoa!!! BULL!!! OH MAN!! Let go of my cock OH MAN DON’T DO THAT!
Oh shit
man OOOOOOHHHHH!!” I grunted and gasped. “DON’T BE oooooooooohhhhh
pulling on my cock…like that man!”
“ No Timmy me laddy?” Bull teased me. “Then tell me, if not
like this,
how should I pull on this delectable cock of yours?”
My new friend Bull seemed to be very able to snatch me right back to reality
when my mind wandered.
The crowd cheered Bull’s actions and they raised their beers and clapped
each other on the back and shoulders. Then, someone tossed Bull a tube of something
and he looked at it and broke out laughing real heartily.
“ Bull, what…what is that?” I asked. “I know you mean
that for
me but…come on man let me go…you’ve had your fun…I’ll
just get my clothes, get dressed and go quietly.”
I was pleading my case again. But my pleadings were interrupted when I felt warm
massaging actions at my socked feet. It didn’t tickle…it actually
felt very, very good. It was like an expert masseuse was working on each of my
feet. I looked down at my feet to find two of the leather clad guys, each of
them kneeling down at one of my feet each and working on that socked foot with
his mouth. Both of these guys seemed very adept at using their lips, teeth and
tongue to massage and stimulate my socked feet. While their mouths were warm
I could feel the cooling effect that was being caused by them making my socks
wet. This felt heavenly…under the circumstances and did little in allowing
my raging hard cock to subside. While those two used their mouths on my feet
Bull continued to examine the tube he held and chuckled.
My two new friends kept nibbling on my socked toes, they sucked my socked toes,
and they nibbled at the balls of my feet, my instep, arch and heels. Fuckers,
they even nibbled at and planted delicate kisses on my ankles. They were using
their mouths but where their mouths weren’t their fingers massaged my socked
feet. And then they began sliding my now wet socks down and then off my feet…eliminating
my very last stitches of clothing…as if only my dress socks really concealed
my modesty. The socks were now gone and my bare toes wiggled in the stale musky
air of the leather bar…and then the tongues began to move in and around
and between my toes.
“ Oh Shit!!” I called out.
That was so sexy… I’ve never had a connection between my feet and
my cock until that very moment. And these two guys were drawing a direct line
between my bare wiggling toes and my enraged shaft bobbing in the wind. But then,
Bull took my mind away from my feet.
Bull removed the tube cap and squeezed a big glob of the stuff into his hand.
Then, as he again grabbed my meat stick he leaned up against me and the X and
looking me directly in the eyes said, “I think you’ll really get
a charge out of this stuff.” And with that he started stroking my cock
up and down and around. The stuff felt cool to the initial touch and seemed to
have a lubricating quality like KY jelly. He was working my cock so hard that
I could hear this sort of slopping sound as his hand worked the jelly up and
down and in and all around my purplish cock. My head spun and I nearly drooled.
About the time he stopped to get another load, which he soon was massaging into
my dangling balls my cock began to heat up and tingle. Just his lubricated stroking
had me moving my hips and moaning like I was fucking his hand.
“ OH, oh, oh man, MMMMMMMM, uhhhhhhh, Oh Bull, what the fuck man,” I
garbled. “Stop,
now man…what is that stuff? What are you doing to me now? Come on Bull… You
can’t keep doing this… Man oh man, I’ve had enough…pleeeeease!!”
But Bull just laughed and proceeded to work and work on my balls. Looking down
and watching the guy stroke my ball sac as he painted it with that jelly was
unnerving somehow.
“ Bull, my cock is tingling… No man, it’s getting warm…it’s
getting warmer…man, what the hell did you put on my cock man?” I
asked breathlessly. “No, no, don’t put that on my balls…ooooh,
oh shit man, that stuff is getting really tingly…Gawd Bull…now my
balls are starting to tingle too. Shit man you’re making me harder and
harder… Damn, I think my cock is growing even more…Bull, help me…man…stop
please…”
Whatever that stuff was it was stimulating my cock and balls by itself and making
them extremely sensitive. The heat was building all up and down my cock and all
around my balls. Plus, without even being touched the tingling created by this
stuff was almost like my cock and balls were being massaged and stroked; only
they weren’t now. Needless to say my boner was not about to go down and
a great deal of my attention was drawn to my groin. My hips were moving involuntarily
as I looked like I was again trying to fuck the air and Bull and all the leather
guys were really enjoying my plight.
The pure pleasure that was emanating from my crotch had me moaning and bucking… I
had virtually forgotten about any tickling. I was getting to the point that I
needed to cum, even if the room was filled with guys. I was moved more by my
desire to shoot my load than to worry about a bunch of lustful leather gay guys.
The tickling was bad and this was both bad and good…the extreme pleasurable
feelings were good…but the fact that I could not find any contact, anything
to make me cum was indeed maddening. I was now approaching another kind of torment.
But, my original torment wasn’t over yet.
Getting my attention Bull yelled, “Hey Timmy, watch this!” and he
reached down between my feet and I heard a metal click. Then, as he stood back
up he swung the lower part of the X up and it pivoted at about my waist. Bull
stopped the swing when I was horizontal to the floor and then I heard another
click. “How do you like this Timmy me laddy?” Bull teased me.
“ Whoa, what the fuck? What are you doing? What’s this for?” I
asked
and asked.
Pulling my attention away from my tingling crotch I was just full of questions.
Then again, being in the position I was in, who wouldn’t be full of questions???
“ Why Timmy me laddy, this will allow more guys to actually participate
in tickling
you,” Bull said to me as if it were truly obvious as to why he was putting
me in this new position. “By having you in this position guys can get to
ALL parts of your body. RIGHT GUYS!!??”
And there was a resounding “YES” from the musky crowd.
But my response was a little different; it went like this, “NOOOOOOO! Bull,
come on now! You’ve had your fun! This is too much. You’ve already
tickled me enough, and OHHHHHH GAWD, what have you done to my cock?? Damn Bull,
nobody is touching it…but, it-it feels…it feels almost like somebody
is teasing it and my balls too! Fuck, but I need contact to make me cum. Bull,
the tickling was already too much, but teasing my cock and balls…GOD, you’re
driving me crazy…come on man, let me go…I’ve got to take care
of, of myself!”
“ Heh, heh!!” Bull laughed and his leather buddies did too.
“ Oh, you’ll be taken care of. But it won’t be you doing the
caring.
Heh, heh.”
And then Bull grabbed my nipples and squeezed and twisted them, making me scream.
But it was like an electric shock shooting straight to my cock…not relief…just
more unresolved stimulation. The tickling was bad enough…but the sexual
teasing was about to drive me absolutely nuts.
My balls and cock were tingling and pulsing and thrusting into thin air. My nipples
were on fire and then I was surrounded by leather flesh and I was suddenly being
tickled all over…ALL OVER AGAIN!
“ AAAAAAAAAAAA hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Nooooooooooo oh nooooo, Pleeeeeeeaaasseee
heeheeheeheeheeheeheee ssssttttooooppppp, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, EEEEEEEEEEEheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!” I
laughed, off on another tirade of what would become non-stop laughter.
This went on for a while, a long while, and it seemed that Bull was acting as
a traffic cop, directing new ticklers to free places around my naked tormented
body. Well, I no longer had on those damn black dress socks, but that didn’t
seem to stop them from enjoying a sniff of my feet as they tickled them. One
guy would decide to get a drink, or relieve himself, either piss or whack off,
and Bull would guide his replacement right into the fray.
“ There you go buddy, it’s on the house, tickle Timmy tonight,” Bull
said to newcomers as they walked up on the stage. “He’s our star
attraction tonight, tickle him, tickle Timmy.”
Except for my cock and balls there was no place on my body that was not receiving
some kind of tickling. I don’t know how long this went on…but, for
me it seemed like an eternity…an eternity in which I was going stark raving
mad with laughter.
Then, I realized at some point that I was no longer being tickled and that my
laugher was subsiding. My hips however were still thrusting against my bonds.
My cock was still stabbing the air in hopes of finding something to rub against…something
to give me orgasmic relief. But, the room just seemed to quiet down. As I caught
my breath I heard Bull addressing me, “Timmy me laddy, someone has dropped
by. Someone I think you know.”
At that point I turned and saw Bull’s smiling face joined by…Jim…JIM,
fuck, the same Jim that I had been plotting to have humiliated by a bunch of
gay guys…stripped and tickled and teased. But, now JIM was looking down
at MY naked body… GAWD, I had planned all this for him, but, I was the
one who had been stripped, tickled and teased by a bunch of gay guys. And now
Jim was smiling at me…enjoying my predicament…which I had planned
to be his predicament.
“ Jim? Jim? Wh-what the fuck are you doing here?” I asked him loudly. “WHA…”
But as I spoke Jim interrupted me.
“ Well Timmy,” Jim said and licked his lips hungrily and looked up
and down my naked sweating body, paying particular attention to my throbbing
RED meat. “It
would seem that your little plan for ME has…how can I put this now, it
has somehow…backfired on YOU. You know buddy, what goes around comes around?
Well, it would seem that IT came around faster than you could imagine, heh, heh!”
“ But, how did you know…how did you get here?” I panted.
I was exhausted, tickled, teased and confused. It would be much later when I
figured out that my conniving brother had told Jim about my plan for him and
together with Bull’s help they turned the tables on me. But for the moment
my rock hard cock was still being teased by the stuff Bull had rubbed all over
it. So, I remained at a sexual peak…but I could not get over. The only
relief I had at this moment was…NO TICKLING!
“ Oh, my good friend, whom I think you know, invited me down here to see
YOU in
action. And I would say that you have seen some action tonight Timmy,” Jim
said and smiled.
He then turned so another guy could step forward into my field of vision.
“ RON…RONALD!! OH MAN NO. You can’t be involved in this, in
these shenanigans!
How…what…Ronald…no!!” I barked, sounding totally astounded.
Ronald was definitely someone that I knew. Ronald had been a pal. But Ronald
had also once had his way with me…and I can’t go into all that right
now. But my torments at Ronald’s hands and tickle inventions are detailed
in “Timmy’s Ticklish Trials,” a fucking tickle torture book(s)
by that evil-tickle-minded Christopher Trevor.
Ronald just grinned down at me as he too surveyed my naked, aroused, sweaty state.
“ Timmy me laddy,” Ronald chuckled, calling me by the pet name he
had pinned
me with. “It sure looks like you have gone and gotten yourself into yet
another ticklish situation…haven’t you? Heh, heh!”
“ RONALD! OH MAN NO! Help me please. You don’t know what these guys
have
been doing to me…” I blurted.
“ Oh, I think I might have an idea or two of what they’ve been doing
to you
me laddy,” Ronald laughed.
“ Oh Gawd Ronald, help, please…you’re my friend…aren’t
you?” I asked him, but in my mind I saw this man carrying me from my home
during the night. “Come on man…” I pleaded with Ronald.
I knew Jim wouldn’t be any help…since I had somehow been thrust into
what I had meant for him. Bull and all his leather clad buddies would not be
of any help either…in fact they were closing in for what I feared was another
tickle session. Fuck, but I had to get untied! So, I was left to plead my case
and for help from a former tormentor…in hopes that he just might, just
might have pity on me.
But, Bull pulled Ronald away and said, “OK boys, he’s yours again!”
” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! PLLLLEEEEEEEE HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE,
EEEEEEEEESE!!!!” I cackled as once again the leather guys went to work
tickling the fuck out of
me. “STOOOOOOOPPPP TTEEEEEEKLEEEEENNN MEEEE HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE,
HEE!!!!”
I was screaming and I was tickle attacked at every possible point on my completely
naked body. Besides fingers scribbling at the usual ticklish spots…my feet,
ribs, nipples and under arms, they were also tickling my neck and ears, my hips,
my thighs, knees, calves…anywhere they could get a hand and use their fingernails
on me. I was a fucked up blubbering, laughing, screaming mess. Jim and Ronald
watched for a bit and then when they could land a spot on me to tickle they too
joined in the fun. And they all tickled on and on and on and on…
What saved me was that I eventually passed out…black as night. I guess
it was a lack of oxygen. Whatever it was, I suppose it saved me from heart failure.
When I awoke I groggily climbed up out of a black fog. The bar was empty…no
more leather clad guys drinking and having fun at my expense. It was just Bull
the bartender, Ronald, and of course me. Jim was gone too. I found that I was
wrapped tightly in a sheet, sitting in a chair. Bull, standing behind the bar
chuckled and apologized that he was unable to find a stitch of my clothes. Still
chuckling he said that he supposed that some of the guys must have made off with
my suit and accessories as a memento of this special night.
“ GAWD, what about my keys…my wallet, man, are they gone too?” I
asked
in desperation.
“ Well, Bull hemmed. “I have your wallet and it looks to be intact.
He held up my wallet and then I saw him hand something to Ronald.
“ What’s that?” I asked, my lips trembling.
Both Bull and Ronald replied, “Nothing!”
“ Those are my keys…without my keys I can’t drive my car!” I
whined.
Bull added, “They’re not your keys buddy, I couldn’t find your
keys…your car is still in the parking lot. But your keys aren’t here.
All they left was your wallet. Look man, I’ve got to finish cleaning and
lock up…so I guess Ronald is elected to take you home.”
Bull smiled a knowing smile at Ronald.
“ Not to worry Timmy, I’ll take care of you! Don’t you worry
your cute
little head,” Ronald said to me. “Your old buddy Ronald will take
control here.”
Ronald winked at Bull and smiled at me.
Then the two of them lifted me to my bare feet and guided me to the door. I was
forced to waddle because the sheet they had wrapped me in was tightly wound around
and around me. When we got outside into the wee hours of the morning Bull lifted
me into his arms like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold and held
me that way so my bare feet would not get dirty on the ground while Ronald opened
the passenger side door of his car, a car that was all too familiar to me.
“ Hope you had a smashing time at the bar Timmy me laddy,” Bull laughed.
“ Yeah, it was a slice of heaven,” I said miserably and he lowered
me into
the passenger seat of Ronald’s car.
I didn’t realize it but by the time I was buckled into the seatbelt I couldn’t
move. Before I could say anything about that Ronald closed the car door. The
sheet had me cocooned and the seatbelt was now holding the sheet in place. I
began to struggle a bit.
Outside the car I saw Ronald and Bull shake hands. It actually looked sort of
funny; Ronald was dressed normally, but Bull was still only wearing his leather
biker boots and that damned little leather jockstrap…that’s all.
And as they shook hands I saw Bull’s pouch wobble with the motion.
Ronald came around and climbed into the driver’s seat. He immediately started
the car.
“ Well young man, you’ve had quite a night…haven’t you?” Ronald
taunted me.
“ Never mind that Ronald, look man, I can’t get my arms out of this
sheet,” I
whined. “Undo this seatbelt for me…”
Ronald ignored me and pulled out of the parking lot, turning right on the main
street.
“ Ronald…where are you going?” I asked him. “My place
is back
the other way…you know that. Turn around man!”
I was looking at Ronald as he turned and gave me a fiendish looking smile, “Timmy
me laddy, I have a new piece of equipment that I want to demonstrate on you.
I’m sure you’ll find it to be very thorny and ticklish indeed…”
“ NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” was my whaling cry as Ronald drove and began
to
laugh and we went off into the night toward his tickle palace…and more
ticklish torment for me…for poor Timmy…who was now in for more trials…
Definitely Not The End
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