Timmy
and the Janitor (A Tickle Story): Part 3
by Christopher
Trevor and (as Consultant) Timmy Backman himself...
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By the time Rich ceased licking and lapping and slurping and sucking
on Timmy’s testicles and finger fucking and eating the banking
lawyer’s asshole, it was another half hour later. And by then
Timmy’s balls had been sucked up to twice their normal size
in his saliva drenched sac. Using the remote control Rich turned
Timmy back to a standing position in the “Spinning Chinaman”,
the executive now facing forward blindly.
“Feeling good there Mr. Backman Sir?” Rich asked his
tickle captive.
“Oh yes, sure, can’t think of anything else I would
rather be doing at the moment Rich,” Timmy replied sarcastically
as his hard pre cum dripping cock jutted out in front of him and
his heavy swollen balls hung low and sexy between his spread out
and shackled up legs.
Rich smiled meanly at his tickle captive, gave his own hard cock
in his workpants a squeeze, said, “Yeah, I know how you’re
feeling there Sir, I’m blue balling myself right about now.
But I’m gonna savor every moment of this…every blessed
moment Mr. Backman…”
A few seconds later Rich was standing in front of “The Spinning
Chinaman” with the remote control device for it at the ready.
“Okay Mr. Backman Sir, are you ready for the next question
in our game of “Spinning Chinaman?” Rich asked and as
Timmy licked his lips before replying the sound of Timmy’s
cell phone ringtone filled the office.
“What in the?” Rich asked, looking toward Timmy’s
desk, where the sound of the ringtone was coming from.
“Oh dang it all, that’ll be Stephanie for sure, my wife,”
Timmy said, sounding hopeful. “She’s probably wondering
why I’m so late in getting home. Now you’ll have to
release me Rich…and…”
But then, Timmy’s jaw dropped when he heard Rich say, “Hello,
Mr. Backman’s phone,” into his cell phone.
“Oh my word, oh God,” Timmy whispered and clenched his
shackled hands into hard fists. “He wouldn’t…he
wouldn’t…”
“Why yes, hello Mrs. Backman,” Rich said in a friendly
tone as he answered Timmy’s phone, looking devilishly over
at the woman’s husband who he had so easily shanghaied and
stripped. “Oh, me, who am I? I’m Rich; I’m the
janitor here at Mr. Backman’s bank. I was just cleaning up
here in your husband’s office while he was working late and…”
Rich paused to listen as Stephanie was obviously asking about her
husband at that moment.
“Why yes ma’am, he’s right here,” Rich said
and paused again, this time him listening as Stephanie asked if
she could speak to Timmy, the banking lawyer had no doubt. “Well,
you see ma’am, he’s really not in any condition to carry
on a conversation, at least not at the moment. Why, he’s even
finding it difficult to answer the simple questions I ask him, and
he already got one of them wrong.”
Holding back his mocking laughter Rich paused again as Stephanie
spoke, and all Timmy could do was squirm and writhe miserably in
the prison called “The Spinning Chinaman”, him feeling
too humiliated to scream out for help from Stephanie.
“What questions?” Rich asked Stephanie. “Well,
your husband was showing me this thing-a-ma-bob in his office…the
uh, the “Chinaman?” “And he told me all about
y’ all’s parties and I guess I can be pretty persuasive
because I managed to get him naked, well, not really naked, naked,
because he does have his socks on along with his shirt tied back,
and he’s strapped in the “Chinaman” as we speak.’
Rich paused again, smiled beyond evilly this time and held the cell
phone away from his ear so that he and Timmy could both hear the
sounds of Stephanie laughing. Timmy’s blindfolded face filled
with a look of dismay and utter resignation over his plight and
Rich slowly put the cell phone back to his ear.
“Is it really that funny Mrs. Backman?” Rich asked Stephanie
as he placed the cell phone back against his ear. “Hmm, I
know Mr. Backman here thinks that I’m really funny, so funny
that he’s having problems answering my questions. Hey, I have
an idea Mrs. Backman, how about I ask your handsome husband here
a question while I have you on the phone…that way we can both
see how well he fares. And if he gets the question wrong, well,
you know the rules of the “Spinning Chinaman” game Mrs.
Backman.”
“Aw no, no, not with Stephanie listening, please Rich,”
Timmy whimpered as the janitor listened to Timmy’s wife’s
response and he smiled from ear to ear.
“Ah, so you think that’s a great idea Mrs. Backman?”
Rich asked jovially. “Okay, wonderful, because I have the
next question for Mr. Backman right here and all set to be asked.”
Rich stepped closer to his tickle captive in the “Spinning
Chinaman”, tweaked and twisted one of Timmy’s jutted
up nipples and said, “Mr. Backman, here’s your next
question Sir, What did the first Spanish dog to be fitted with contact
lenses not see the day after the fitting?” As Rich asked his
question he twisted Timmy’s nipple some more, making the executive’s
hard cock twitch and dance between his sexy muscular legs.
“I-I, oh my word, what in all hell kind of question is that
man?” Timmy squabbled, clenched his teeth and his balls churned
as Rich mashed his nipple. “A dog fitted with contact lenses,
of all things??? And if a dog was fitted with contact lenses what
in all hecks could he possibly not have seen??? OH, OH my word,
Stephanie, if you can hear me I think I’m about to go for
another whirl in this danged device, and be tickled again real meanly
by this janitor, because heaven help me my kinky wife, I don’t
know the answer…”
“You heard that Mrs. Backman?” Rich asked Stephanie
as he picked up the remote control device and pointed it at the
“Spinning Chinaman.” “Poor Mr. Backman didn’t
know that the first dog to be fitted with contact lenses did not
see the car that killed him.”
“OH my word, what a terrible fate for a poor dog, WHOOOAAA…”
Timmy said and then cried out as he felt himself beginning to spin
again in a clockwise direction in the “Spinning Chinaman”,
this time a tad faster than he did the first time the janitor had
spun him. “OH NO, and what a terrible fate for me as well,
being spun in my own office…”
“Oh yes ma’am, I’m spinning your husband now as
we speak,” Rich said into Timmy’s cell phone as he continued
his conversation with Stephanie, to Timmy’s utter and total
humiliation. I suppose I’ll be through in an hour or so.”
Again Rich paused to listen to what Stephanie was saying.
And when the janitor heard what Stephanie said next his face lit
up with a grin so bright it might have been compared to the Christmas
tree at Rockefeller Center being lit up.
“Why yes Ma’am, I can leave Mr. Backman spinning after
I’m done here,” Rich said jovially. “As long as
someone will be by to take care of him that is.”
Again Rich paused to listen to Timmy’s wife’s instructions,
still smiling that evil smile of his.
“Oh I see; you’re going to call Mr. Backman’s
secretary, Bob, and his subordinate Chad to come here after I’m
done and have them take further care of Mr. Backman here,”
Rich said and Timmy wailed miserably.
“Stephanie, you bitch, you will pay for this,” Timmy
called out and Rich listened as the executive’s wife giggled.
“Oh Ma’am, you do have a beautiful sounding laugh, if
I may say so that is,” Rich chuckled, looking hungrily over
at Timmy and wanting to get back to tickling and tormenting the
guy as he listened again to what Stephanie was saying. “Oh
really ma’am? Why yes I would love to be invited to one of
your “Chinaman” parties, thank you so much.”
With that Rich told Stephanie that he had to finish up cleaning
Timmy’s office, said good-bye to her and clicked off Timmy’s
cell phone.
At her end Stephanie also hung up, smiled through pursed lips and
looked over at the woman on the other side of her and Timmy’s
bed.
“Well Valerie, you were right, Rich was able to trick that
handsome husband of mine into the “Spinning Chinaman”
you had sent to his office…”
“I told you Timmy would go for it the second my friend Rich
started asking questions about the device,” Valerie said,
placed a hand over one of Stephanie’s breasts and gently squeezed
it, causing Timmy’s wife to moan contentedly. “Now,
while that pesky but gloriously sexy and handsome husband of yours
spins and laughs lets you and I get to some much overdue fun.”
“Oh yes, yes,” Stephanie said, leaned closer to her
bisexual lover and pressed her lips against Valerie’s. “Right
after I call Timmy’s secretary, Bob and his underling, Chad.
Those two will DELIGHT even more than Rich in spinning and tickling
my handsome hubby…”
With that Stephanie looked at her cell phone and dialed Bob’s
number…
“YAHHHHHH, oh my word, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA…”
Timmy was squealing right after Rich had hung up with Stephanie,
as the janitor was now working on two of the most ticklish parts
of the handsome executive’s body, namely, the bottoms of his
navy blue silk dress socked feet.
After having spun Timmy at a high speed for a good fifteen minutes
Rich stopped the “Spinning Chinaman”, leaving poor Timmy
suspended in an upside down position in the device, the bottoms
of his soft shackled socked feet staring up at the ceiling.
“OH my word, oh my Lord, you and that wife of mine have sure
one-upped me Rich, YAHHHHHH, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE…”
Timmy bantered crazily as the janitor used the tip of an office
bulletin board pointer to tickle the bottoms of Timmy’s socked
feet. “What a terrible thing to plan for a poor ticklish sap
like me, you, YOU, have no idea, HAR,HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR…you
have no idea what Bob and Chad will do to me when they get here…HAR,
HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR…”
“Oh but Mr. Backman Sir, that’s where you’re wrong,
so wrong,” Rich said, nearly singing his words as his hard
cock pre-seeded like a thing alive in his work pants. “Because
I do know what Bob and Chad will do to you when they get here Sir,
they’re going to tickle you and spin you…and to help
them out I’ll even leave them my list of questions that they
can ask you.”
“PWAAHHHHH, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, oh you sadist janitor,”
Timmy railed through his laughter, his toes wiggling uncontrollably
under his socks as his feet were pointer tickled relentlessly.
Rich trailed the tip of the pointer over Timmy’s arches, made
swirly motions with it over Timmy’s heels and soles and even
snickered it over Timmy’s wiggling wiggly toes. Timmy’s
shrill laughter filled the office and Rich’s HARDER than hard
cock filled his workpants.
Timmy felt like he would most definitely lose his mind when he felt
Rich trailing the rubber tip of the pointer over his rectal hole.
“OOOOOOOOO, OHHHHH NO, NO, not my hole again man,” Timmy
begged as Rich prodded the tip of the pointer over the executive’s
sweaty and at that point raunchy hole.
As his hole was tickled Timmy farted a couple of times, laughed
and sputtered and his hard cock dripped pre cum and beads of piss
downwards and landed on his necktie/ blindfold.
“Oh man, seein’ you like this, hearing you laugh like
this, tickling you and spinning you like this Mr. Backman, it’s
all making for a really HARD situation in my workpants here Sir,”
Rich said and all Timmy could do in agreement was laugh his handsome
head off some more.
Finally, Rich relented and stopped tickling the hapless Timmy Backman.
He pointed the remote control at the “Spinning Chinaman”
and rotated Timmy to a standing staring straight ahead in the device
position.
“Oh my word, thank you Rich, thank you, thank you for stopping,”
Timmy bantered, his sexy Southern drawl coming through loud and
clear, making it obvious just how very horned up he was at that
moment. “But really Sir, you aren’t truly planning on
leaving me here like this are you?”
“Well, I guess I’ll take the blindfold off you Mr. Backman,”
Rich said, sounding sadistic and whipped the necktie from over Timmy’s
eyes.
Timmy allowed his eyes to adjust back to the light of his office
and then he took in the sight of the janitor as he finished cleaning
up his office and packed up his cart and made ready to leave.
“Okay then Mr. Backman, I am going to have to leave, now that
my work here in your office is done Sir,” Rich said a few
scant moments later. “Now I NEED to get home to the wife and
satisfy all this pent-up lust and sex that I’m craving right
about now.”
“Oh my word, thank goodness it looks like you came to your
senses Rich,” Timmy said pleadingly, wiggling his wrists in
the restraints. “I’ll be so relieved to get out of this
confounded contraption and done with all the tickling teasing torments
you subjected me to, plus I’ll be able to finish up my work
and then head on home to that conniving wife of mine. Won’t
she be surprised that you did let me go after all and…”
“Heh, heh for you Mr. Backman Sir,” Rich interrupted
the jibber jabbering executive. “I do hate to burst your bubble
there, but I don’t think that your night of tickle torments
is quite over.
“HUH???” Timmy gulped in disbelief. “You mean
you’re really going to…to…”
And then, to Timmy’s utter and total dismay Rich re-blindfolded
the hapless high socked executive with his red necktie…
“Aw no man, no Rich, this is all too inconceivable, not to
mention a shitty thing to be doing to a ticklish guy like me,”
Timmy cried as his cock pounded fear hard between his well-muscled
sexy and restrained legs.
Epilogue…
A few minutes later Timmy found himself not only helplessly strapped
into the “Spinning Chinaman” in his office, blindfolded
with his necktie, but at that point Rich the janitor had also decided
he wanted the ticklish executive quiet while he did his final work
in Timmy’s office.
With that in mind Rich used a thick long wad of packaging tape to
gag Timmy with, effectively silencing the complaining and pleading
executive.
Timmy then heard the janitor fumbling around in his office, his
domain. What poor Timmy did not know though was that the janitor
was attaching his feather duster to the back of Timmy’s desk
chair so that the bushel of dusting feathers would be directly at
Timmy’s very on display groin. Rich had set Timmy slowly spinning
in the “Chinaman” while he did his work. He then backed
up Timmy’s office chair vertical to the executive’s
spinning body, so that the nest of feathers on his duster would
smother Timmy’s cock and balls. As Timmy turned in the “Chinaman”
his engorged erection and rumbling balls passed through the tickling,
teasing fronds of the many feathers making up Rich’s duster.
Timmy hemmed behind his gag as the feathers bristled across the
upper side of his cock and across his bare thighs as he spun into
an upright position. But as his body continued to slowly turn the
fronds of the feather duster began to attack the sides and then
the underside of Timmy’s enflamed manhood. And then, as gravity
pulled the executive’s cock as well as his engulfed tight
rumbling balls, some of those teasing feathers reached between Timmy’s
spread legs to tease the very sensitive areas near his already sopped
up and twitching asshole. Timmy found himself only tickled though
to a giggling state behind his tape gag…and not enough to
put him full out in the throes of crazy sounding laughter, his trademark.
He was simply being teased and irritated enough as if it was a single
feather being applied to his nose, neck or ears.
And, while the janitor’s feather duster kept Timmy giggling,
they played around his hard cock and balls but would not offer enough
pressure to allow the horned up executive sexual relief from his
state of frustration. He cried miserably in a state of giggling
and sexual torment.
As he spun slowly Timmy felt the feathers pressing into his crotch
and he immediately began twitching haplessly in his bonds. His testicles
rolled and rumbled as they were kept at the edge of sexual excitement
but never with enough sensation or pressure on them to cause him
to explode and empty those gonads. His cock was bouncing and also
twitching with each beat of his heart as it passed through the forest
of teasing feather fronds. And as he continued to spin poor Timmy
could not get away from the sensations…no matter how he tried
to wiggle his hips or thrust his pelvis forward…
“OH MY WORD, there’s no relief or release for me!!!”
Timmy said to himself and then heard Rich say, “Goodnight
Mr. Backman,” just before he tore the gag off the spinning
executive.
Timmy heard his office door open…
“Hee, hee, hee, he, Rich,” Timmy yelled in a panic state
after licking his dried up lips. “You can’t, hee, hee,
hee, you can’t leave me like this! Oh my word, hee, hee, hee…”
“Oh not to worry Mr. Backman Sir, Bob and Chad will be by
shortly to take further care of you,” Rich said jovially.
“As for me, I really do have to get going. But as I said earlier,
I really do look forward to coming to one of your wife’s “Chinaman”
parties. Goodbye now.”
And with that Timmy heard his office door close and was left to
his own moans and giggles as he spun…
To be continued…
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