Continued…
“Okay, Josh, just relax. I’ve got a technique here that will cause you to squirm, twist and contract your abs to work them the way I need you to,” I explained, letting my fingers begin dancing across his washboard abs, gliding through the soft, silky hair cascading over his muscles. He was able to hold back and not laugh at first. His stomach muscles involuntarily contracted and spasmed as I hit sensitive spots. The longer this went on, the more he began to tense up, quiet gasps and giggles escaping from his mouth.
“You’re doing great,” I encouraged as I allowed my fingertips to slide down each of sides at his hip. I began gently squeezing his sides between my thumb and fingers while gradually sliding them up his sides. As I’d hit little tickle spots, he would giggle and jump. I could tell he was concentrating hard, trying not to give in to the ticklish sensations knowing that if he lost it, he’d not be able to regain his composure. I could feel his torso tense as my fingers neared his rib cage, no doubt a major weak spot for him.
“C’mon, Jason!” he blurted out. “Be nice!” I laughed at the absurdity of his statement.
“This isn’t about being nice or not, it’s about being effective, Josh,” I explained. “With this next exercise I need to get you to twist your torso back and forth and flex to work the muscles.” I’d stretched my body forward to position my hands at his rib cage and began firmly yet gently squeezing and working each of his ribs, counting them as my fingers moved up his sides.
“Noooo!” he cried out, clearly indicating I’d hit a weak spot. “Cut it out!” he pleaded desperately as he dissolved into loud, helpless laughter, yanking wildly on the ropes holding his arms above his head while twisting his body in an attempt to escape my fingers prodding his sensitive ribs. Once he lost it, roaring with desperate laughter, I began to alternate pressure from hand to hand, causing him to reflexively twist his torso back and forth from side to side trying to escape my tormenting fingers. It was giving him quite the workout and me quite the ride, and after nearly a minute of this alternating rib torment, I noticed sweat beading on his chest. The sound of desperate laughter bellowed from his lungs to the point it was making him hoarse.
I finally stopped my tickle attack and sat back to drink in the view of this hairy, muscle dude’s body stretched out helpless and vulnerable below me, his chest heaving up and down as he worked to regain his breath. I noticed a wet spot on my briefs, my dick pressed firmly against the cotton material and stretching it as far as it could go.
“Oh my god!” he finally sputtered once he could catch his breath. “This workout is unbearable. I don’t know if I can take much more…”
“Dude, you’re tougher than you think,” I said encouragingly. “We’ve just begun, man. If you want to retain any of your muscle mass, remember…no pain no gain!”
“Shit, it’s not the pain that’s a problem!” he cried out with a laugh. “Have you ever had a client as fucking ticklish as I am?”
Inside I was laughing, realizing he actually thinks this is a real work out I’ve done with others. “You’re definitely in the top quintile of ticklish clients, Bro,” I said with a laugh. “But here’s the good news, Josh…the more ticklish you are, the more effective this workout is! I think you’re going to really feel it tomorrow.”
“Dude, something tells me that the more ticklish the victim…er, client is, the more fun it is for you!” he said teasingly, looking directly at my thick boner pressing against my boxer briefs.
“Alright man, enough talking,” I challenged. “Time to work the arms again!” I lunged forward holding my bare torso over his bare torso and dug my fingertips into his exposed armpits, launching the most aggressive and unexpected tickle attack yet. Josh, caught off guard by my sudden attack, cried out in agony and filled the room with deep, loud and desperate laughter. It was music to my ears as Josh’s torso writhed and he yanked wildly on the restraints, his massive biceps and triceps flexing. I was in heaven. After a minute or two of this torment, I stopped and let him catch his breath.
“Man, I’m thirsty. C-c-can I have some water?” he asked after regaining his ability to speak.
“Sure, buddy. Let’s get in one more stomach exercise and then I’ll get you some water,” I answered, sliding my body back lightly against his suspended leg and pressing my fingertips into his lower abdomen one at each hip in that region between his belly button and dick. I pressed firmly into his skin with my thumbs while anchoring my hands around his hip and gently squeezing. It’s a tricky move but if you can find just the right amount of pressure without pressing too hard and inflicting pain, pressing firmly in the lower abdomen like this tends to deliver an incredibly intense tickling sensation to a fit guy’s abs.
Judging by how Josh cried out and dissolved into immediate laughter, I surmised he was no exception and my pressure was exactly right. As I continued this unbearable tickle attack, he was writing and yanking on the ropes while rocking his body trying to knock me off. It’s not my first tickle rodeo, so I was prepared and stayed firmly planted, thanks to my position well below his belly button. His abs were flexing from all of the movement, the hair covering his flat abs dancing around from the contractions. I suddenly noticed the feeling of Josh’s rock-hard dick slapping my back lightly as he thrashed back and forth, which only managed to make my dick get harder!
I finally gave him a break after about two minutes of this non-stop torment, climbed off his body and off the bed to go get him water. Sure enough, his dick was standing straight up and at full attention, precum oozing from the slit. Josh’s torso was heaving up and down as he worked to regain his breath, his entire torso now glistening with sweat. I felt good that I was giving Josh a serious workout, even if it tickled like hell!
I returned with a bottle of water and a straw, letting him take a few sips and rehydrate. Once he’d finished his refreshment, I set the bottle down on his dresser and moved to the foot of the bed.
“Okay, buddy. Time to work these legs and build some calf muscles!” I announced. Josh knew what was coming next.
“No! Not my fooo….ahahahahahah!” he cried out uselessly while I began dancing my fingertips up his helpless sole strapped down and immovable. I was debating which was more ticklish for him (his feet or his pits) as I allowed my other hand to join in the tickle attack on his poor sole. He laughed even harder and madly yanked on the restraint in a futile attempt to free his cuffed ankle.
“You’re doing great, Josh!” I said encouragingly as I continued my attack nonstop for a full minute. His deep, masculine laughter was such a freakin’ turn on that I couldn’t lose my hard on. Interestingly, he still had a decent boner even while I tickled his feet. Looking up at his other foot suspended helplessly in the air, I decided to end the attack by moving my right hand over to tickle that sole.
“Hey, wait!” he cried out. “Why are….ahahaha…..you tickling……ahahahahaha…that foot? I can’t pull on that legaaaaaaaah!” he managed to get out between laughter.
“I know,” I said with a cocky tone. “I just can’t resist, man!” Jesus, I was being such a prick. But frankly, I didn’t know whether I’d get the chance to ever do this again so I was going to make this one count. For all I know, Josh would be so pissed after this workout that he’d never want me to visit again.
I finally stopped to let him catch his breath again, returning to my duffle bag to retrieve some tools. I laid them down on the chair, grabbing a long, white, stiff-barbed feather and returning to the foot of his bed. “I have to vary techniques to keep this fresh,” I explained.
“Dude, I know I’m ticklish but seriously, a feather? I don’t think that’s going to do much compared to how devastating your fingers have been,” he said sarcastically, looking unconcerned about the feather in my hand. I loved that he was still cocky after what I’d put him through.
“Yeah, man,” I agreed, “a feather is pretty lame in some spots, like your foot here.” I began stroking the tip and up and down his foot suspended in traction. His toes wiggled some and foot still flexed but he didn’t laugh. “That probably just tickles a little, right?”
“Barely,” Josh fired back, a cocky smile on his face teling me he was delighted to be thwarting my tickle attempt.
“Yeah, that’s true for all but the most hyper ticklish of guys,” I continued. “But, there are some spots that a feather can be surprisingly intense. For example, between your toes!” I teased, grabbing the tips of his toes in my hand to spread them apart as I began thrusting the feather’s crisp tentacles between his toes, drawing it back and forth between each of his pairs of toes. The look on his face was priceless as he discovered how ticklish he is between his toes.
“Holy shit, dude!” he cried out, followed by peels of laughter. “Okay, c’mon, stoooop that!” Of course, I didn’t obey his command, continuing to drag the feather between the toes on both of his feet, much to his chagrin. “Okay, okay, I get it!” he finally cried out. “You’re right, the feather can be bad!”
I pulled the feather out from his toes and flashed a cocky smile. “May I suggest you just start all the time with that, Josh?”
“Start with what?” he asked, looking puzzled.
“You’re right, Jason,” I answered with a smirk. He just rolled his eyes. “Tthere’s another spot that the feather can be very effective on,” I continued as seriously as I could. “And if that’s the case with you, then it’ll provide you with a great ab workout.” I moved to the side of the bed, feather in hand. He watched intently, his eyes opening big as I began moving the feather toward his crotch.
“Oh shit!” he said softly. “Please tell me you’re NOT going to tickle m-m-my…BALLS?!” I’d made contact with the feather on his balls before he could finish the sentence. He burst out with loud, desperate laughter protesting as he thrashed his body as violently as possible.
“Oh good,” I said teasingly. “Your balls ARE ticklish, which is good because then this technique works. Can you feel the contractions in your abs as you thrust your crotch in a ridiculous attempt to avoid the feather’s touch?”
“Yessss!” he cried out among the laughter. Honestly, I think he might have the most ticklish balls I’d ever seen, a fact which was once again producing major wood for me, my dick straining against the cotton fabric of my boxer briefs, which were also becoming soaked with precum. I picked up a second feather to inflict a full 360-degree tickle attack on his swollen and sensitive balls, made extra accessible thanks to the one leg being in traction. The traction pulled his crotch up leaving his balls nicely exposed, and preventing him from pulling his legs together to try to block me.
I know it was a little evil to launch such a prolonged attack on his balls as ticklish as they are, but I just couldn’t help myself. Again, who knew if I’d ever get the chance to do this again. His face was turning red as he thrashed about, laughing and begging me to stop, hopelessly realizing I wasn’t about to stop. I was starting to feel sorry for him so I took one of the feathers and began sliding it up his swollen shaft, which also turned out to be pretty sensitive. I eventually joined the other feather with stroking of his shaft, in essence “feather jacking” him. He was able to calm down and catch his breath, giggling and squirming as the sensations were clearly also turning him on.
“Ah, Jesus, that is a wild feeling, Jason,” he said as he squirmed and thrust his crotch in an attempt to push the feathers harder into his engorged dick. “It kind of tickles but it’s also turning me on like crazy, man!”
“Dude, I can tell that!” I said with a laugh. “Figured you deserved a little break from the intense tickling.”
“Thanks, man,” he answered, his eyes closed as he squirmed from the slightly annoying but highly erotic sensations. “I’ve never been feather jacked before. Shit, can I actually shoot from this?” he asked, appearing genuinely curious.
“Nah, ‘fraid not,” I answered. “Even if I apply pressure with the feathers to the head of your cock, like this,” I explain, grabbing his dick with one hand and swirling the head of his cock with the feathers, dipping down to “saw” them back and forth against the sensitive ridge of the underneath side of his cock-head. He started squirming more and giggling, softly at first but becoming more uncontrollable.
“Jesus, I never realized how ticklish the head of my cock could be!” he burst out. “Dude, that really…t-t-tickles!” He was now laughing loudly and squirming, precum oozing from his slit. I was glad I had both hands busy because if not, I would definitely have started stroking my own dick. It was fun to have this control over such a hot muscle stud.
Finally, I stopped tickling his dick and moved to the head of the bed. “Okay, man, just another set of reps on your upper body and legs, and then if you’re good, I’ll use something on your dick that, unlike feathers, WILL succeed in making you cum.” His eyes grew big realizing I was about to repeat my tickle attack. He started shaking his head no, his sad puppy dog eyes begging me not to do this. I just smiled and launched a tickle attack on his exposed, massive pits. He immediately lost it, roaring with laughter in his deep sexy voice as he began yanking at the ropes and thrashing.
I spent the next 15 minutes working his pits, ribs, abs as well as his feet with my expert fingers. He endured the attack like a champ, laughing loudly and at times begging for a break. He was soaked in sweat and completely worn out by the time I was done with his feet. I grabbed the water and gave him another drink as he caught his breath.
“Holy shit, that was intense!” he said, followed by a loud, deep laugh.
“It was. But dude, you took it like a man!” I answered. “Seriously, I’m impressed with you made it through such an intense workout. I’m sure you will feel that in your arms and legs tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah,” he said with resignation. “I’ll probably have nightmares tonight, too! You can be really evil, dude!” We both laughed. I was glad he was so good natured about it. I noticed he no longer had a hard on, so I picked up the feather and begin tickling his nipples. He squirmed and giggled while the nipple tickling succeeded in turning him on, his dick rising obediently to attention.
“Alright, let’s take care of that,” I said, nodding toward his crotch. I began tickling his balls again with the feather. He cried out and began squirming and laughing uncontrollably, not expecting another tickle attack.
“No, dude, no more tickling, please!” he pleaded between laughs, sounding completely worn out. I just smiled and moved the feather up to his shaft stroking it slowly up and down the sensitive underneath side. His laughed calmed to an occasional giggle. I grabbed a bottle of lube and squeezed some into my palm, applying the lube to his shaft, working it up and down and occasionally over the sensitive head of his cock.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention I was giving his cock. I grabbed the feather with my other hand and began tickling his balls. He jumped and began squirming and laughing, but not as intensely since the stroking of his dick made the experience more sensual. I considered doing some edging and then stopping and tickling him but thought I might push him too far on the first time.
I eventually worked his swollen cock and sensitized cock-head until he shot his load, the cum shooting a few inches into the air and then cascading over his dick. I incorporated his jism into my stroking and began teasing the sensitized head of his cock a little. He cried out and begged me to stop so after a few strokes, which I complied with, again not wanting to push any limits on this first experience.
He was breathing heavily, looking both satisfied and exhausted. Finally, he managed to speak. “Shit, dude! That was intense.”
“Yeah, I know,” I answered softly. “It’s an intense workout but ideal for a guy who’s laid up like you and can’t get to the gym.”
“I suppose, man. And may I say the most satisfying end to a workout I’ve ever had,” he responded laughing.
“True, and I’m betting you’ve never worked out with a trainer who wore nothing but his briefs!” We both laughed.
“So, you going to untie me now?” he asked, a little apprehensive.
“Sure, man,” I said, moving to the foot of the bed. “Josh, did you know that after you shoot, most guys tend to even more ticklish?” I flashed a devilish smile at him. He had a panicked look on his face.
“Dude, you’re just making that up. Aren’t you?”
“Nah, man, unfortunately it’s true,” I answered, raising my fingers toward his tied up bare foot. He stared at me, eyes wide open. I launched a tickling attack on his helpless sole and he lost it, roaring with laughter and yanking at the ropes. I used my right hand to join the attack, tickling his other bare foot, suspended helplessly in the air due to the traction. He cried out and laughed even harder.
“Nooooo!” he cried out. “C’mon, man, that’s not fair!” he protested. I didn’t tickle him long, just in case he was reaching a point of getting irritated. While he regained his breath, I began to loosen the cuff holding his ankle in place. I got it half open when a devilish thought came over me. I started tickling his foot again instead of freeing it. He lost it again and thrashed, begging me to stop. I only tickled for a few seconds before stopping and finished uncuffing his ankle. He immediately pulled his leg out of my reach. I laughed.
“Of course, this one I can’t untie,” I said teasingly as I briefly tickled his foot suspended in traction, producing the expected laughter and protest.
“Damn, man, I think you’re right about being more ticklish after I cum,” he said with resignation. I laughed and moved to the head of the bed to loosen the cuff around his wrist, again getting it halfway undone before launching an unexpected tickle attack on his armpit. He cried out with laughter and yelled for me to stop. I stopped after a few seconds and removed the cuff from his wrist. He yanked his arm down to prevent access to his pit.
Moving to his other side, I repeated the half-removal and brief tickling attack only this time he used his free hand to fight me, eventually grabbing my wrist with his powerful arm and holding it, preventing me from tickling him. I accepted the challenge and used my other hand to tickle his exposed pit, as he laughed and grew frustrated that I still had any power over him. I finally stopped and released his other wrist, so he now had full control over his body once more.
I sat down on the bed beside him, looked down and quietly asked, “so how was that workout?” Truthfully, I was a little nervous at what his response would be.
He smiled. “Jesus, that was the most intense workout I’ve ever had!” he answered followed by a hearty laugh. I laughed with him. He smiled and lowered his voice. “But if I’m being honest, it was kind of hot, too,” he continued, a sly smile on his face. I smiled, glad to hear it. And already thinking about this next one.
