Chapter 4 - My Turn to Get Into the Action
It was wild living next to these fetish and bondage fans; it seemed like I had an erection all the time. Guess that's a good problem to have! I started fantasizing about how I could get in on the action, getting a turn at tickle tormenting helpless Ryan. Being able to hear him laugh and beg for mercy.
I even sometimes fantasized about me being the one tied up and both of them working over my ticklish body while I begged for mercy. And received none. Regardless of which scenario I thought about, I found myself hoping that one day one of those fantasies might become reality.
On Memorial Day, I looked forward to a nice, quiet day. I'd not been invited to any parties this year and was looking forward to just having a free day at home.
Wearing only my boxers that morning, I went outside to grab my paper from the driveway. (I'm one of the five people who still get a newspaper--the actual paper kind--delivered to the house on weekends and holidays.) Frankly, the neighborhood was so quiet I never worried about running into people so didn't bother putting on pants.
But then I heard Mitch call out, "Good morning, Jason!" I looked over as I stood up with the newspaper in my hand to see Mitch walking out of his house and heading for his car.
"Oh, hey, Mitch," I replied. "Didn't expect anyone to be out this early, or I would've put some clothes on!" I added with an awkward chuckle, feeling a bit like I was having one of those dreams where you show up at work and discover you're in your underwear.
He just smiled. "Guess it's my lucky day, then!" he said, adding a wink. I could feel myself blush. I was glad he not only wasn't mortified but liked seeing me in my skivvies, but still was a little embarrassed by the situation. "Hey, Jace, was going to stop by anyway this morning," he said as he crossed through the yard to meet me on the driveway. I swear it looked like he was looking me up and down as he approached.
"You going to work today?" I asked noticing he was carrying his backpack. "Don't you own the damned company? Seems like you could take the holiday off?" He chuckled.
"I like going in on holidays because the office is empty and I can actually get caught up on things," he answered. "Besides, Ryan is all tied up this morning, so I've got a window to get some stuff done." He flashed a hint of a sly smile as he said that, almost like he was winking at me. "I wanted to ask if you are available and interested in coming over for dinner tonight?"
"Sure!" I answered, immediately dismissing my desire for a quiet day in exchange for hanging out with the two kinky studs next door. "What time and what should I bring?"
"Why don't you come over around 6:30, and maybe bring a bottle of wine? You have great taste in wine. I'll be grilling some steaks." I nodded. "Oh, and bring your swim trunks. We'll hop in the hot tub after dinner and relax."
"Sounds good, man," I answered. "Thanks for the invite. See you then!" He walked to his car and I returned to my house, closing the door and wanting to cry out in excitement. Hanging with these two hot, hairy, muscular dudes in the hot tub sounds like an amazing night. It was almost like my fantasy starting to come to reality. I could feel a little boner popping inside my boxers.
I watched him drive away and found myself pondering his statement about Ryan. He said he was "all tied up." Most people will say a person is "tied up" if they are meaning he has other things to do. It made me wonder if he meant he actually tied up Ryan before leaving.
I popped into the guest bedroom to see if I could see anything through the window. Since it was daytime, I wasn't sure I would be able to see inside their guest bedroom. Fortunately, the sun hadn't yet hit the area between our houses and the light was on inside their guest room so I could barely make out the view inside.
Sure enough, it looked like Ryan was tied up, not just figuratively but literally. And best I could tell, he had the hood on and the headphones. Which meant someone coming into the room wouldn't be heard.
My mind started working overtime, thinking about how I might take advantage of the situation. I just had to come up with a plausible reason for me to enter their house when they aren't supposed to be home.
I remembered that they'd left a dish from when I'd had them over for dinner. I suppose I could drop it off, thinking they might need it for dinner tonight. Still, would that be a little over the top to enter their home uninvited just to return a dish? As I was racking my brain for an excuse, the doorbell rang.
I opened it, despite the fact that I still was only in my boxers. There was a good looking young dude dressed in a FedEx uniform standing there. "I have a package here for your neighbor but there's no answer at the door," he said in masculine baritone voice. He smiled and gave me a good look up and down. "It has a note to leave it with the neighbor if they aren't home to sign. Can I leave it with you?"
"Sure!" I said, feeling like my prayers had just been answered. I grabbed his tablet and signed. I inspected the package after closing the door, and noticed it was marked urgent. "Hmmm...." I thought to myself. "This says 'urgent' so I suppose dropping it off would be the courteous thing to do, to make sure one of them see it as soon as they get home.
I threw on some clothes, grabbed the FedEx envelope and orphan dish, and headed over to their house, my heart pounding so loud I thought it might be audible. I argued in my head over whether this is reasonable, to enter their premises for this reason, or could I inadvertently look like a stalker?
I finally decided to throw caution to the wind, since who knows if I'd ever get the shot again. Besides, Mitch sort of teased me with how he said Ryan was "all tied up" and even came close to winking, as though he was letting me in on a secret.
I decided if they have a doorbell camera I'd just leave the items. Fortunately, they didn't. I rang the doorbell just to make sure I wasn't seeing wrong and Ryan could actually actually home and able to answer the door. No answer.
I rang it again and waited. After a full minute, no one had come to the door and I didn't hear anything coming from inside. My hand was shaking as I keyed in the four-digit code Mitch gave me to unlock their front door. I heard a ding and the mechanism turning to unlock the door.
I held my breath and slowly opened the door. The house was quiet. "Ryan? Mitch?" I called out, just to be certain they either weren't home or weren't able to hear and respond. Silence. I walked to the kitchen and put the dish and package on the island. I found a post-it note and wrote a quick note explaining why I was leaving it for them.
I walked to the hallway and inched my way down the hall toward the guest bedroom door. My heart was pounding, worried I'd misjudged the scene and Ryan wouldn't be hooded and thus would see me. Reaching the open bedroom door, I slowly peeked around the edge to survey the situation.
I let out a sigh of relief. Ryan was bound tightly, naked and hooded. He had headphones covering his ears. "Ryan?" I inquired, just to make sure he couldn't hear anything. He didn't react in any way. I inched closer to get a better look.
Now standing beside his tightly bound and completely helpless body, I was sporting a major boner. Here before me was truly one of the hottest, muscular, hairy chested dudes I'd ever seen.
His arms were stretched taught above his head, his massive hairy pits and muscular torso exposed and vulnerable to my every whim. His legs were restrained at the bottom corners of the bed leaving his thighs and crotch exposed and bare, his sensitive bare feet helplessly awaiting my tickle attack.
HIs extremely handsome face was covered in the thick black leather of his hood, taking away his ability to see and anticipate what was coming and to protest with more than muffled groans and cries. His dick was standing at attention, kept hard by the cock ring surrounding the base of his cock. His balls were swollen and stretched tight, no doubt making them even more sensitive to the touch I imagined.
But the wildest thing about the scene was the ingenious yet cruel set up Mitch built by attaching a string to the ceiling fan above his body that was tied to a ring at the bottom with five long, white, stiff-barbed feathers attached and pointed downward. It hung just low enough for the feathers to reach Ryan's hard cock, the feathers placed with precision so that they surrounded his sensitive member.
An oscillating fan on the dresser pointed toward the dangling string. Each time the fan passed and blew air on the string, it caused the feathers to swing back and forth, tickling and teasing poor Ryan's rock hard cock before settling back into position encircling his shaft with their crisp tentacles.
Imagine being tied up for nearly an hour, your cock forced into an erection and tickled and teased mercilessly every 15 seconds by feathers, while you are helpless to do anything but endure it. Worse, Mitch is likely to be gone for three hours or more, leaving Ryan to be continually cock teased the entire time.
Each time the feathers danced across his sensitized cock, Ryan shuddered, squirmed and even giggled some times. I felt sympathy for Ryan having to endure this kind of seemingly endless torment, but also admired Mitch's devious mind that concocted such a diabolical set up.
I couldn't restrain myself, not knowing if I'd ever find myself in such a situation again, and whipped out my cell phone to take some pics and shoot a little video of his hot naked body bound tight and his reaction from the fan blowing the feathers tortuously across his dick every fifteen seconds. Meanwhile, I was dreaming up with my plan for how to take full advantage of the situation.
Additional long, white, stiff-barbed feathers were laying on the bed beside Ryan's bound torso. I also saw a couple of electric toothbrushes and even a metal Wartenburg wheel as well. I picked up one of the feathers and carefully moved it to Ryan's sexy muscular chest matted in silky black hair. Placing the tip of the feather against his nipple, I slowly began swirling the feather around his nipple.
He jumped instinctively when he felt the tickling sensations on his nipple. He mumbled something through the hood that sounded like it might have been him calling out Mitch's name. Since he couldn't hear anything, I didn't bother answering but just kept up the slow, methodical tickling his of his nipple, watching it swell to attention.
He squirmed a bit and giggled softly. I picked up a second feather and used it on his other nipple, now with both feathers rhythmically circling and tickling both of his nips. He giggled and squirmed a little more but overall I guessed I was more turning him on than tormenting him.
I eventually moved the feather in my right hand to his armpit, placing it against his skin and slowly dragging it up through the hair of his armpit, tracing it all the way up to his elbow, back down his tricep and through is pit again. Back and forth and back and forth. I could see him pulling on his arm, his muscles tensing up, as the ticklish sensations built and he giggled even more.
Eventually I moved the other feather to his other pit. After a minute, I drug the feathers down his sides, across his ribs to his washboard abs with silky black hair cascading down her abs. The light tickling was making him squirm but not desperately so, and nor was it making him laugh beyond a soft giggling. He did still react occasionally as the fan blew the feathers suspended above his cock and the feathers caressed and teased his dick.
After a minute or so of exploring his abs, I decided I should turn up the teasing of his cock. So I allowed the feathers to travel down his torso, through his pubic hair until they reached his dick. I began stroking one feather up the sensitive underneath side of his cock and the other one along the top, the spines of the feathers pressing firmly against his skin as they traveled to his cock head. When they reached his cock head, I allowed them to cross over his sensitized head and switch places for their downward trek.
This was getting to him much more than the light tickling of his torso, especially since each time the fan passed by, the other five feathers danced and filled in the spots on his cock that my feathers weren't touching. His giggling grew louder and he squirmed more, trying futilely to move his dick away from the tortuous touches of the feathers.
HIs dick began oozing precum from my continued teasing and stimulating it with the feathers. His giggling was still pretty controlled, indicating he was for the most part enjoying the feather jacking of his dick. I was ready to see him get a little more desperate so I allowed one of the feathers to slide down to his swollen and stretched taut balls.
That did the trick, as he cried out in a voice muffled by the hood, and began to squirm more madly. I was thrilled to see his balls were as ticklish as mine, as I knew how unbearable having them tickled by feathers can be. I moved the second feather down to his balls, and now tormented both of his stretched orbs at the same time. He was laughing loudly and I think maybe even begging, although it was impossible to make out what he was saying through the tight mask of leather covering his face.
His frantic reaction was turning me on like crazy, and my dick was pressing hard against my jeans. I could feel the precum oozing out and soaking my boxers. I was glad that both of my hands were occupied, since I would've naturally started rubbing my dick watching him lose it, and frankly in these tight jeans, I might have accidentally shot my load.
I kept up the unbearable ball tickling for a few minutes, simply because I could and he couldn't really do anything but suffer through it. He couldn't even beg me to stop since I couldn't really make out anything he said. He was yanking hard on the restraints holding his wrists above his head and legs spread apart. But he couldn't pull them loose given his tight bondage.
What I realized close up was that he was laying on a bondage matte that was well-secured to the bed. There were straps attached at his ankles and knees and at his wrists and elbows affixed to the mat securely. It was really quite ingenious and I could see there were multiple places to attach the cuffs so he could be tied fully spread-eagle or legs tied together.
When I'd finally tortured him to a point of desperation, I stopped tickling his balls and gave him a chance to catch his breath. I took the opportunity to quickly unfasten my jeans and drop out of them so I didn't risk shooting by mistake. My dick was pressed hard against my boxers and I took the opportunity to massage it as I drunk in the site of this hot muscle dude at my mercy.
I picked up the two feathers and started dancing them down his thighs heading for his feet. He squirmed again but the tickling wasn't so bad it brought him to laughter. When I reached his bare feet, I used the feathers to tickle the tops and bottoms of his feet and danced the feathers between his toes. His feet squirmed wildly and he giggled and laughed lightly.
Seeing his feet were ticklish enough to react from just feathers, I decided it was time to step things up. So I dropped the feathers and began dancing my fingertips up his soles. He immediately began squirming wildly and yanking on his restraints, bursting out with laughter. It was clear his feet are extremely ticklish, a fact I intended to take full advantage of, especially since I might never have this opportunity again.
I felt sorry for the poor guy as I tickled his tender soles unmercifully for the next three minutes or so while he went crazy and writhed, yanking on the ropes and roaring with laughter. I'm pretty sure he was begging and probably cursing at me, but the hood left all of that up to my imagination. Keep in mind that the fan was still oscillating which mean every fifteen seconds, his cock was being tickled and teased at the same time I was tickling his feet.
This was hands down the hottest tickle torture session I'd ever experienced, and I was enjoying every moment of it. My dick got so excited it popped out through the opening in my boxers so I occasionally worked it with one hand while tickling his foot with my other hand.
When I finally stopped, it took him a while to regain his breath. I eventually moved to the head of the bed where his hands were tied tightly. It was time to see how ticklish his pits are. Turns out, they are about as ticklish as his feet are!
I used both hands to work both of his pits simultaneously, my fingernails dancing ever so lightly in the massive hollows of his pits, through the hair lining his pits while he thrashed, yanked on the ropes and roared with desperate laughter. As I leaned in to reach his pits, I was just inches from his masked face.
I could hear some of the sound bleeding from the noise-cancelling headphones covering his ears. It sounded like heavy metal music, loud enough for me to hear despite the over-the-ear style of headphones. And I swore at times I could hear voices, even laughter. But I was also hearing his own deep, desperate laughter and muffled pleading behind the mask.
I forced him to endure a full three-minutes of pit tickling non-stop. By the time I gave him a break, I could tell he was struggling to catch his breath through the small air holes in the hood and his body was glistening with sweat. Meanwhile, the suspended feathers continued their cock teasing never quite giving Ryan a complete break from his torment.
I realized I'd not had a chance to see how ticklish the rest of his torso was. So after he calmed down, I began exploring his torso, starting at his pits and moving down to knead his very ticklish ribcage, counting each rib with both hands.
Squeezing his obliques gently produced a pretty desperate thrashing and cry of desperation, so I worked them for a a minute or so before sliding my fingertips and nails over to his washboard abs, where I tickled them like piano ivories. His stomach spasmed uncontrollably at my touches, and he squirmed and laughed in his deep, masculine voice I found so sexy.
When I finished, I gave his balls a few light tickles with my fingers before grabbing the electric toothbrush laying on the bed beside him. Moving to his helpless bare feet, I flicked the switch on and heard the humming sound produced from the bristles whirring into action. I chuckled realizing he couldn't hear that and had no idea what was coming.
I placed the spinning bristles gently against his heel and began dragging it slowly up his tender sole. He cried out from the unexpected attack of dozens of bristles spinning at 200 RPMs across his sensitive skin and yanked at his restraints.
I held the brush steady and moved it all across his sole, up and down, side to side, even along the top where his sole connected to his toes. Any time the brushes touched his toes or worse, slid between them, he became particularly frantic, his foot wiggling and legs yanking futilely. His laughter grew louder and higher pitched when his toes were under attack.
Eventually, I gave him a break and moved up to his exposed torso. When the spinning brushes made contact with his rib cage, he jumped with surprise and cried out. I slowly guided the bristles to his nipple. As soon as they made contact, he went ballistic, yanking and thrashing as much as the ropes allowed.
His nips were extremely sensitive and I imagined the brushes inflicted a mixture of tickling and light pain while stimulating his highly sensitized nips. I laughed thinking that even if he didn't have a cock ring on forcing him to hold his boner, his dick would've gotten highly excited by the nipple assault.
I eventually gave him a break by sliding the spinning bristles across his chest and to this hairy pit. The brush in his pits proved unbearable as he became quite frantic, roaring with laughter and twisting his bound torso to try to avoid the tortuous attack of the bristles.
There was only one spot left to torment with the toothbrush, so while he caught his breath, I moved to position myself at his crotch. I waited until he was calm and just waiting with anticipation to see what came next. I lowered the spinning bristles to his rigid cock and began running them up the underneath side of his shaft, producing an expectedly desperate response from Ryan.
He roared with laughter and pleaded as much as the hood and my imagination allowed, although it got much higher pitched and desperate with the bristles reached his sensitive cock head. Normally, I would use some lubricant on his dick first before applying something as aggressive as a toothbrush, but I knew Mitch would notice if his cock had been lubricated when he returned. So I had no choice but to apply the brush to his dry dick, which I knew from experience could dance right on the fine line between intense tickling and pain.
I finally moved the spinning bristles to his swollen, tightly stretched balls. I knew tormenting those with the electric toothbrush would produce the most extreme of reactions, and I wasn't disappointed. He became absolutely hysterical and thrashed as much as the restraints allowed, desperate to stop the insanely intensive tickling sensations the brushes were delivering.
Seeing a hot, masculine dude react so desperately is the ultimate turn on for me, so unfortunately for him, I couldn't get enough so I unmercifully tormented his poor balls for a couple of minutes.
When I finished, I glanced at my watch and realized I'd been working him over for 45 minutes. I didn't know how soon Mitch would return, and couldn't chance him arriving home while I was still inside.
The only thing I'd not gotten to try was straddling his waist and tickling his upper body. I particularly enjoy that with bound guys as it allows me to further pin them down and restrict movement and the view from that position of a hot, muscular, hairy torso is one of the hottest I've experienced. But I worried he would realize I wasn't Mitch based on any weight difference or other features that might be dissimilar. So I opted to play it safe and skip that move.
I carefully placed the feathers and tooth brush back into the same spots I found them in, trying to recall their exact angle so Mitch wouldn't notice someone had been here. I slid my jeans back on over my still-stiff hard on and put my shoes on, all while watching the feathers dangling from the ceiling repeatedly tickle and tease his poor cock every ten seconds or so, thanks to the fan.
I took one final look at the prisoner I'd just tormented unmercifully, trying to drink in the hot scene fully and commit the site of him bound tight and helpless to memory for future jack off sessions. I could't resist reaching down and giving his helpless bare foot another 30 seconds of tickling, just enough to get him worked up and laughing before quietly leaving the room.
Keying my code into the lock on their front door, I quickly returned to my house, looking around to confirm that nobody was out and saw me travel from their house to mine. Once safely inside, I let out the biggest and most satisfying laugh, proud of pulling off such a clandestine and risky move of entering my neighbors house without permission and tickle tormenting one of them without him ever knowing it was me working him over.
"That was fucking awesome!" I cried out in triumph. I quickly stripped to my boxers and began working my dick as I recalled the session. I stopped at my guest bedroom to see if I could see inside the neighbor's guest bedroom. It was still hard to make out but I could see enough to know he was still securely bound. Knowing now about the feather contraption rigged to the ceiling, I used my phone to zoom in and see the feathers moving around and him squirming.
Returning to my computer, I connected my smartphone and downloaded the video footage I shot of him bound and the feathers teasing him unmercifully. I found myself wishing I'd had the presence of mind to set my phone up and record our session so I could replay it. For now, I'd have to settle for jacking off to the scene of his insanely hot body bound and the feathers teasing him while I replayed in my mind the entire session until I shot my load in a big explosion.
After cleaning up, I returned to my kitchen to prepare for my visit to their house tonight. I kept an eye on the front door, hoping to spot when Mitch returned home. He didn't arrive for another hour or so. I thought about poor Ryan, being tied up, forced into an erection and having to endure the feathers teasing his dick every ten seconds for what ended up being three hours. The thought, of course, made me rock hard.
But then I remembered the 45-minutes of unbearable torment he also suffered at my hand, and how he'd likely accuse Mitch of doing it. I wondered if Mitch would just assume he was out of his mind from the cock teasing and bondage and maybe dozed off, imagining being tormented.
I could't wait until tonight, when I get to hang with these studs for another evening, Including a couple of hours with them bare-chested in the hot tub. I hoped I'd get to see Mitch tickle Ryan again like he did at our last dinner.
