Timmy
and the Janitor (A Tickle Story): Part 2
by Christopher
Trevor and (as Consultant) Timmy Backman
himself...
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It was
a few moments later after Timmy had found himself shackled yet again
into “The Spinning Chinaman” device, and of all places
to have been hoodwinked into the device, in his office, his place
of work, by a janitor no less, that he then found himself having
been plunged into total darkness, via his own red silk necktie wound
twice around his head and over his sexy eyes and tied off behind
his head.
When Timmy felt Rich’s big fingers undoing the buttons on
his white dress shirt and as the banker/lawyer felt his muscular
chest, his washboard abs and his big pink suck all day man tits
being revealed his cock engorged all the more in his suit pants.
Timmy felt himself pre-cumming in his kangaroo pouch underpants
as he was slowly stripped and readied for another tickle experience
in the infamous “Spinning Chinaman.”
“Rich, please man, I, uh, I have work to get back to bud,”
Timmy heard himself pleading to what were most definitely deaf ears,
seeing as Rich was now having too much fun with the again tickle-napped
executive. “Let’s just say that this demonstration of
“The Spinning Chinaman” is done and…and…I’ll
tell you what, I’ll even call Ms. Levi now and get you a discount
on the price of your own “Spinning Chinaman.” How does
that sound, huh?”
In response Timmy felt his shirt tails being extracted from his
suit pants, knotted up and tucked behind him, thus keeping his magnificent
upper body on total display for the janitor.
“Nice Mr. Backman, real nice,” Rich whispered and Timmy
clenched his teeth as he felt Rich’s big thumbs and the first
two fingers of each of his huge hands tweaking, twisting and mashing
his nipples. “So glad you didn’t wear a tee shirt today…”
“OH my word, oh my fucking word,” Timmy panted in his
sexy sounding Southern drawl. “Oh Rich, you don’t have
any idea what all you’re doing to me here man, my, my danged
man tits, they’re so sensitive to the slightest touch and…and…UHHHHHHH…”
Then, Timmy was breathless as he felt Rich’s over-sized and
thick lips slurp around his left nipple and the janitor’s
front-most teeth were nipping and gently biting on Timmy’s
nub, all the while Rich’s HUGE hands trailed up and down Timmy’s
flanks, caressing him almost lovingly it seemed.
“Delicious white man tits Mr. Backman,” Rich crooned
and moved his mouth onto Timmy’s other nipple, treating it
the same way he had the first one, but just long enough to get Timmy
into a tizzy, and not take him any further…for the moment.
“Oh my word, oh my lord,” Timmy grunted and arched his
blindfolded head back a bit as goose bumps were breaking out all
over him at that point.
Timmy squirmed and hemmed in the “Spinning Chinaman”
as the wheel moved a tad back and forth along with him, as Rich
then grasped the banker/lawyer’s nipples again in his thumbs
and fingers and twisted them some more. At that point Timmy’s
nipples had been jutted up and were erect to twice their normal
size as the janitor worked them.
“UHHHHHHH…you sure do love my man tits Rich,”
Timmy swooned in his dark world.
“Oh yeah, when it comes to a nice pair of suck-able tits I
don’t discriminate Mr. Backman, women’s tits, men’s
tits, to me they’re all real sexy and eatable,” the
janitor taunted his tickle captive. “When I’m in the
locker room at the gym I can’t help but take in the sight
of some of the tits on some of those guys, my God, and now I have
an executive with a pair of the meatiest tits going on.”
But then, Timmy’s office, what he sometimes thought of as
his inner sanctum was filled with the sound of the banker/lawyer’s
guttural and helpless laughter.
“WHOOOOOOOO, oh no, no, Rich, you can’t be tickling
me already bud,” Timmy screamed as Rich’s giant fingertips
were now embedded in the tickle captive’s armpits through
his undone white dress shirt. “YAHHHHHHH, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, HAR, HAR, HAR!!!! OH DANG man, you, you aren’t playin’
by the rules here Rich. You were supposed to have asked me a question
first, Trivial Pursuit style, HAR, HAR, HAR, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha…oh my lord, oh my word, I’m being tickled
in my place of work…of all the blasted and twisted turn of
events…”
As Rich tickled and kneaded Timmy’s armpits he grinned meanly
from ear to ear, drinking in the sight of his handsome laughing
captive.
“Don’t you worry yourself over that Mr. Backman, we’ll
get to the Trivial Pursuit part of the game,” Rich taunted
Timmy. “And trust me on this Sir, I have really good, very
intense questions that I’m sure a man of your intelligence
will be able to answer, so you see, you more than likely won’t
be in “The Spinning Chinaman” all that long after all,
or maybe you will.” As Rich spoke he wiggled and wriggled
his fingertips deeper and deeper into Timmy’s helpless pits.
“YAHHHH, seeing as I’m the poor slob locked in the “Chinaman”
again I suppose I don’t have a choice on how you want to play
the game Rich,” Timmy replied in between bouts of uncontrolled
laughter. “Hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, HAR, HAR, HAR!!!”
After a good (bad?) fifteen minutes of armpit tickling Rich stopped
torturing Timmy’s armpits and stood in front of his heaving,
gasping and panting tickle captive.
“Oh, oh, oh my, thank you Rich, thank you for stopping,”
Timmy managed to say in between gasps of breath, feeling just how
wet, sopped and soaked his armpits were against his tied back button
down shirt.
“Just for the moment Mr. Backman, just for the moment I stopped,”
Rich chuckled and Timmy felt a bottle of cool water being held to
his trembling lips.
“Oh, th-thank you, thirsty, yes,” Timmy said and sipped
down the cool refreshing water. “Whenever I’m tickled
it makes me very thirsty…”
“Sounds to me like you find yourself in tickle trouble pretty
often Mr. Backman,” Rich said and then Timmy felt the laces
of his shoes being undone.
“You uh, you could rightly say that I suppose Rich,”
Timmy agreed woefully. “Uh, what all are you up to now Rich,
unlacing my danged Florsheim cap-toes? Oh fucking woe is me, my
poor danged feet…”
Unseen by Timmy Rich sniffed the inside of each of Timmy’s
lace-up cap-toes after he had gotten them off the banking lawyer’s
tootsies. The janitor drank in, inhaled and savored the aromatic
scent of Timmy’s feet sweat mixed with shoe leather and some
navy blue nylon Gold-toe brand socks thrown in.
The janitor found that this handsome well-dressed executive was
masculine in every way, totally robust yet submissive in his glorious
beauty. Rich stuck out his tongue and lapped and licked at the insides
of Timmy’s shoes. He sucked on the laces and kissed the tongue
of each shoe.
Behind his blindfold Timmy smirked a bit, somehow having a feeling
of just exactly what was happening here…in his office…in
his inner sanctum. As his cock throbbed big and hard in his suit
pants Timmy wiggled his toes under his navy blue Gold-toe OTC dress
socks. Unseen by Timmy Rich held the banking lawyer’s shoes
by the insides of them, the toes sections of them directly under
his mouth and slowly and in a circular motion licked and lapped
the fronts of Timmy’s cap-toes. As he licked the shoes like
a man in a trance he sniffed and snuffed the scent of quality leather.
A few minutes later Rich had placed Timmy’s shoes on the top
of the executive’s desk, dead-center, in a shrine-like manner
of sorts. The janitor then turned and looked across the room at
the handsomer than handsome man locked in the “Spinning Chinaman.”
Rich’s cock throbbed hard and alive in his work pants as he
sauntered back over to his tickle captive… At the sound of
Rich’s approach Timmy squirmed more in the device, his lips
pursed tightly together and wondering how he had just gone from
simply working late in his office to being trapped and blindfolded
in the danged “Spinning Chinaman” of all things.
“Damn, how gullible am I???” Timmy said to himself and
in the next instant felt Rich’s fingers undoing his belt buckle.
“Oh no…oh my word, woe is fucking me…”
Timmy again arched his head back and his cock was now hard as Chinese
arithmetic in his soon to be gone suit pants. When his belt was
completely undone and Rich had next undone the fastener on Timmy’s
suit pants, the janitor ceremoniously and oh so slowly rolled the
banking lawyer’s suit pants down his muscular legs, revealing
Timmy’s trademark white kangaroo pouch underpants and the
huge man meat that was tenting them. Rich wallowed in the sight
of the stains of pre cum that were moistening the front of Timmy’s
under shorts.
“Oh my, I’m being de-panted here,” Timmy whispered
as tears formed in his blindfolded eyes. “Oh my word…how
did this happen???”
Then, one by one Rich lifted Timmy’s feet by his socked ankles
and slid the suit pants off his tickle captive.
Rich whispered, “Oh holy fuck, what a sight you are man,”
as he took in the view again of Timmy in the “Chinaman.”
Rich neatly folded up Timmy’s suit pants and placed them on
the desk next to the banking lawyer’s shoes.
“Now for the underpants,” Rich whispered and walked
on weak legs back to his tickle captive.
“Feeling good Mr. Backman?” Rich asked and then Timmy
gasped when he felt the janitor’s hands grip his upper thighs
and his long thick tongue snaking aggressively along his erection
that was tenting the fuck out of his underpants.
“OHHHHHH, oh my, oh yes, oh yes Rich, I am feeling real good
now I got to say,” Timmy panted and squeezed his eyes shut
tighter under his blindfold as they streamed tears of joy.
Timmy arched his crotch forward, pressed his muscular back against
the back of the device he was trapped in and rotated his groin a
bit as Rich licked his erection some more and ate the pre cum that
was seeping through the material of his kangaroo pouch underpants.
“Oh fuck, what a night this turned out to be,” Timmy
hemmed and nearly lost his mind when he felt the janitor’s
thick lips teasing the tip of his pre cumming erection through his
underpants.
At the same time Rich ran his hands up and down Timmy’s thighs,
down to his knees and over his socked calves.
“MMM, I can see why your buds would strip you to your socks
for fun in this thing Mr. Backman,” Rich commented as he licked
and lapped Timmy’s erection through his underpants, squeezing
and kneading the executive’s socked calves at the same time.
“There’s something really kinky about a muscular macho
dude like you wearing a pair of thin nylon dress socks, and these
ones that climb to your knees are oh so fucking sexier somehow than
the Eliot Spitzer calf lengths, HA!!!”
“Yeah, I uh, I had to be in meetings today, and uh, well you
know the rule of thumb Rich,” Timmy bantered in a fever pitch.
“When an executive crosses his legs in a meeting he shouldn’t
show any patches of leg skin, so that’s why I wore the OTCs
today, although I never thought that you of all people would be
commenting on them…and…and…UHHHHHHH…oh my
word…”
Rich chuckled a bit as he was then lapping at Timmy’s balls,
which he had extracted from the executive’s underpants.
“I got to tell you Mr. Backman, I’m straight as they
come, and cum if you would, HA, but having an executive dude in
my clutches and teasing the tar out of you sure is floating my boat,
I mean, having you here like this is making me do things I never
thought I would do, and I’m sure as all fuck loving it Sir,”
Rich said and slurped Timmy’s left sided testicle into his
mouth.
“YUHHHHH…oh my family jewels,” Timmy panted as
he felt Rich’s huge tongue swirling around and around his
testicle in his mouth. “Oh yeah, I see what you mean there
Rich, I’ve had other straight dudes work me over in such fashion
as well, OHHHHH…now you’re sucking my other testicle,
oh my…”
“You said you see Mr. Backman?” Rich asked Timmy tauntingly.
“Looks to me like I’ll have to adjust that necktie blindfold
I got on you, huh bud?”
When Timmy’s balls were drenched with the janitor’s
saliva and swelled up a bit from having had been licked, sucked
and chewed on a bit, Timmy was then gasping like a madman and panting
with short breaths as he next felt Rich slowly sliding his underpants
down his muscular tree-trunk like legs.
“Oh my and here we go, now I’m being de-under-panted,”
Timmy said, swooning as he spoke. “Rich, what have you done
to me here bud??? You’ve totally taken control…oh my
word…”
Once Timmy’s underpants were off him and placed on his desk
with his other discarded clothing he found himself a few moments
later shackled at the socked ankles, calves and around the waist
in the dreaded “Spinning Chinaman.”
“There, now you’re wrapped tighter than a drum huh Mr.
Backman?” Rich asked his tickle captive as he finished fastening
the thick leather strap around Timmy’s waist.
Timmy pressed the bottoms of his nylon socked feet hard against
the base of the “Chinaman” as it gyrated a tad back
and forth with his weight.
“Yeah, that’s as good a way of saying it as any I suppose
Rich,” Timmy said and turned his face toward Rich’s
voice.
As Timmy spoke, unbeknownst to him Rich’s face was scant inches
from the blindfolded executive’s lips…
“HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH!!!!! OH NO, oh my word, tickling
me again without having even put a question to me Rich, dirty pool
bud, dirty pool,” Timmy was shrieking a few moments later
as Rich was using one of his feather dusters to tickle Timmy’s
stomach area, his upper chest and his navel. “WHOOOOOO, HA,
HA, HA!!!”
“Like I said earlier Mr. Backman, we’ll get to the questions
soon enough, we have the whole night ahead of us after all Sir,”
Rich said and strummed the feather duster faster against Timmy’s
stomach area and then meanly played it over Timmy’s HARD pre
cum dripping erection and his low hanging licked balls.
“AAARRRHHH, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh not there you villain, not
my family jewels, oh my…” Timmy screamed next.
Standing next to the “Chinaman” Rich wallowed in his
task as he feather dusted tickled Timmy’s upper body, his
nipples, his stomach area and his cock and balls, working his way
up and down and up and down, making poor Timmy into a laughing mess.
The sounds of Timmy’s laughter filled the office and Rich
was sure that if the other bank employees were there at the time
they would no doubt have heard Timmy all the way at the other end
of the long hall.
“RRRRRRRR…RRRRRRRHHHHH…” Timmy was seething
in laughter a few minutes later and spittle was flying from between
his clenched teeth as Rich used the stick-end of the feather duster
to torment the underside of the executive’s swelled up testicles
and massaging the stick against the underside of Timmy’s ass
crack at the same time. “OH my, oh me, that is a most eccentric
feeling I must say Rich…”
Grinning almost manically and caressing the bulge in his workpants
Rich pressed the stick-end of his duster against Timmy’s balls
and hefted them a bit, pressing them against the tickle-napped executive’s
throbbing pre cum oozing hard cock.
“YUHHHHHH…Rich, you’re making me need to cum,
please man, please don’t edge me here as well huh?”
Timmy pleaded and then once more flew into gales of uncontrollable
laughter as Rich quickly switched back to the feather duster-end
of his cleaning implement and was once more tickling Timmy’s
upper torso, his stomach area and his cock and balls.
“WHEEEEEEEE…oh my, and here we go again to Tickle Land,”
Timmy shrieked and his muscular chest area jutted forward as his
erect nipples were tickled.
“Okay Mr. Backman, I think now is a good a time as any to
begin the question and answer part of our late night “Spinning
Chinaman” game, would you agree Sir?” Rich asked Timmy
a half hour later…a whole half hour after non-stop tickling
the poor boy with his feather duster and edging him at the balls
and cock as well.
“Y-you’re, you’re in charge dang it,” Timmy
blubbered, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath after the non-stop
tickle tirade he just endured.
Rich chuckled a bit and Timmy again felt a bottle of water being
held to his trembling lips.
As Rich stood next to the “Spinning Chinaman” feeding
Timmy the cool water he tweaked and twisted one of Timmy’s
nipples at the same time. Timmy’s engorged hard cock dribbled
massive droplets of pre cum along with beads of piss at that point.
When Timmy was done drinking Rich stepped away from the “Chinaman”
and picked up the remote control device.
“Ready for your first question Mr. Backman?” Rich asked
and Timmy simply nodded, grimacing a bit behind his necktie blindfold.
“Okay, what did 100,000 self-conscious American women buy
200,000 of in the year 1980?” Rich asked. “And remember
this is not multiple choice Timmy.”
“I, I don’t rightly know the answer, but I’m going
to guess that 100,000 self-conscious American women bought 200,000
pairs of high-heeled shoes.”
Rich laughed meanly, made a buzzing sound and called out, “WRONG!
The correct answer is breast implants.” And with that Rich
pointed the remote control at the “Spinning Chinaman”
and sent Timmy whirling around at a medium speed in a clockwise
direction.
“Oh my and here I go to Spin City,” Timmy called out,
clenched his restrained hands into fists and then found himself
spinning head over socked heels in the torturous device. “Oh
Rich, please man…”
As Timmy spun round and round Rich put the remote control device
down, picked up a number two pencil from Timmy’s desk and
sauntered over to his spinning captive. Holding up the pencil Rich
looked at the thick pink eraser on it and whispered, “This
will be most cruel indeed…” and then pressed the eraser-end
of the pencil into Timmy’s deep navel.
“YAHHHHHHHH…OHHHHH NOOOO, NOOOOO, please Rich, not that,
oh my poor belly button,” Timmy cackled crazily and then as
he spun in a clockwise direction Rich tickle tormented the executive’s
belly button by swirling the pencil eraser around and around in
it, pressing it hard against the most sensitive skin in there. “HARRRRR,
harrrrrr, HARRRRR, harrrrr, OOOOOOOO not this Rich, please not this…HA,
HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA…and may I also ask, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, how long you plan to whirl me around till we get to the next
danged question??? HAR, HAR, HAR…”
“Sure you can ask Mr. Backman, but I’ll never tell,”
Rich replied evilly and then trailed the pencil eraser seductively
over spinning Timmy’s nipples.
“OOOOOOOOO…” Timmy swooned and as he spun his
balls churned and his cock throbbed.
Ten minutes later Rich turned off “The Spinning Chinaman.”
Timmy found himself in an upside down position, his cock pointing
at his blindfolded face and his balls aching as they hung against
his erection, as Rich called out the next question to him.
“Mr. Backman, I suppose you would have to be a nature lover
to know the answer to this next question,” Rich said jokingly.
“Do porcupines masturbate?”
Hanging upside down and feeling totally pissed off at that point
Timmy licked his lips and said, “Every danged living thing
masturbates, so why shouldn’t porcupines? My answer is a definite
yes Rich, porcupines masturbate.”
“And you are correct Sir,” Rich called out laughingly.
“Yeah, yay for me, Sir, so this time I don’t get tickled
or spun, right?” Timmy asked miserably.
“Correct again Mr. Backman, this time you’ve earned
a special reward,” Rich said.
Rich stepped over to “The Spinning Chinaman” and stood
over the upside down Timmy. The janitor leaned in real close, clasped
his big hands around Timmy’s socked calves, leaned down, and
slathered his huge tongue over and over and around and around Timmy’s
very on display testicles.
“OHHHHHHH, ohhhhhhhhh my word, oh my fucks, but that feels
even more wicked it seems because of the danged upside down position
I’m in Rich,” Timmy said with a loud gasp. “Oh
please man, licking my danged family jewels…I really feel
the need to shoot a load or two of my slop here…how about
it buddy?”
Rich simply gripped Timmy’s socked calves tighter, caressed
them a bit and licked and lapped at the banking lawyer’s testicles
all the harder. Even though Timmy wasn’t currently spinning
in the “Chinaman” his head was spinning in what felt
like a reverse orbit of sorts.
“OH my lord, Rich, don’t edge me man, that drives me
bonkers,” Timmy drawled in his sexy Southern accent. “Oh
my, you call this a reward man???”
As Rich worked Timmy’s balls like a man possessed his own
cock pounded thick and hard in his workpants…and as his cock
pounded and leaked pre cum he slurped Timmy’s balls alternately
in and out of his mouth, sucking on them, chewing on them and tongue
swirling the tar out of them. Timmy screamed and cried in man’s
passion behind his necktie blindfold, the need to shoot his load
becoming overwhelming at that point…
Then, as if the desire to shoot his load wasn’t intense enough
from Rich licking and sucking the tar out of his testicles, Timmy
then felt the janitor diddling his upturned and gaping asshole with
his huge fingers, wedging it open.
“UUUUHHHRRRRR…UHHHHH, Rich, what all are you planning
on doing with my back door bud???” Timmy drawled crazily.
Standing over Timmy Rich then hacked up some saliva and spit liberally
into the banking lawyer’s most private crevice.
“Damn, looks like a tight, tight pussy hole you got here Mr.
Backman, good enough to eat I would think,” the janitor said,
leaned down and pressed his nose against Timmy’s saliva soaked
bunghole.
“OOOOOOOO, no, Rich please, like my tits, my danged hole is
damned sensitive,” Timmy grunted in his upside down position.
Rich spit a few more times into Timmy’s hole and then held
it stretched open and wide as he began tonguing and eating it like
it was his wife’s pussy.
“OOOOOOOO. OOOOOHHHH, oh my, oh my fucking word,” Timmy
gulped crazily, his teeth clenched and sweating behind his necktie
blindfold, clenching and un-clenching his fists in the wrist shackles,
wiggling his toes crazily in his Gold Toe socks. “Fucking
guy is eating my danged hole…”
Rich’s tongue moved at an alarming speed as it flicked and
flacked against the walls of Timmy’s hole. Timmy’s cock,
harder than ever before in his life it felt like, leaked and dribbled
massive sized droplets of pre cum…but because there was no
friction against his throbbing manhood, the poor shackled up guy
could not shoot even a small load.
“YUUUURRRRRR…” was the next sound that emanated
from the captured Timmy as Rich pressed his full mouth and lips
against Timmy’s hole and sucked on it like a crazy person.
The feeling of his asshole being suctioned was something new to
Timmy and his head felt like it was spinning at a thousand miles
per hour.
“You can imagine how often I eat my wife’s pussy huh
Mr. Backman?” Rich asked and quickly resumed his task at hand,
or to be more precise, his task at mouth and ass.
“L-lucky woman your wife, HUUUUUUHHHHH…” Timmy
cried and wished that he could shoot his damned load…
Then, with what Rich did next, Timmy did indeed nearly lose his
mind…
The janitor, grinning from ear to ear, plunged two thick fingers
deep into Timmy’s anal canal and at the same time again licked
and slurped on the banker lawyer’s testicles.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…” was all Timmy could say at
that point.
The sounds of fingers squishing in Timmy’s hole and his balls
being licked and slurped on and Timmy’s gasps, groans and
cries filled the area where the “Spinning Chinaman”
was set up in the executive’s office.
To be continued…
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