CHAPTER 8: EPILOGUE
That bondage and tickling session was the first of many over the past year.
I now consider Mitch and Ryan to be my best friends, and we get together for bondage and tickling fun virtually every weekend. We also enjoy hanging out together even outside of the house. We've even invented a code word for when one of us spots a particularly hot guy that fits our favorite profile for tickle victims. One of us simply says "TBC" and note some idea of location ("10 O'Clock", "at bar", etc.) and we all easily zero in on our wishful victim discussing the merits or debating if he we all agree he qualifies. Meanwhile, others have zero idea what we're talking about. We also have an understanding as it relates to my voyeurism and checking out their sessions during the week via my guest bedroom window. Most times they simply pull the blinds up so I have a front row seat to whatever torment Mitch chooses to dish out to poor Ryan. It's clear that Mitch's interest extends beyond tickling, as I've seen him perform some bastinado on Ryan's super sensitive feet as well as use clips on Ryan's perky nipples and the like. However, every session invariably includes tickling. Because how could you get a hot dude as ticklish as Ryan tied up and NOT tickle him, right? The only downside of my viewing from next door is I don't get to enjoy the sound of Ryan laughing, screaming and begging. I've thought about proposingÊ a baby monitor but figured that's probably crossing a line to stalking or at least excessive nosiness. Meanwhile, if they decide to do a private session just for the two of them to enjoy or involving another guy, they simply close the blinds for privacy. Meanwhile, I get my fix from our our weekly bondage and tickling nights.
Our weekly get together usually starts with dinner and drinks, progresses to some fun and foreplay tickling in the hot tub and finishes with both of us getting tied up and tortured. We've enjoyed finding ways to amp things up over many sessions, trying to find ways to drive each other even further past our limits with each successive session. Mitch added some additional bondage equipment over time, including a killer leather-padded bondage table that has a a secret panel that aligns with the victim's crotch andÊcan be removed to expose a victim's cock and balls to merciless torment when he's tied face down on the table. It's a bast to pop under the table and see Ryan's rock-hard dick protruding through the opening and his super sensitive balls dangling down helplessly vulnerable to feathers, brushes, fingers and anything else I can think of that will stimulate and torment his manhood. A carpenter/craftsman buddy of Mitch's custom-built the bench to Mitch's whims, and has built-in metal fasteners at the four corners to tie a vic down tight and make sure his arms and legs are stretched taut and immovable. I hate (or love?) being tied face down and then having the guys work my sides and pits from above. Ryan even gets up on the table and straddles my body, further pinning me down. When he tickles from behind like that, it puts more of his fingers in contact with my most ticklish spots and drives me absolutely insane. Which is why when he gets me in that position, I can count on enduring a full 30-minutes or more of tickle torture to my sides and pits while I scream, plead, yell and beg him to stop. Of course, payback always turns out to be a bitch for him. The table also has wood stocks that can be bolted on to the end so the vic's ankles get locked in and his sensitive bare soles protrude from the other side. Metal eyelets along the top align to each toe, so each toe can be tied up individually and the toes stretched apart. They love to put my feet in the stocks and torment the fuck out of me between my toes, which are off-the-charts ticklish. Feathers, brushes, tongues, anything that will get me yelling and begging for mercy. Another cool piece that Mitch had custom built by his buddy is vertical cross contraption that stands a few feet away from the wall and is anchored into the ceiling and bolted to the floor. The victim can be tied in a standing position, wrists fastened into rings at the top that force the victim to hangÊ and leave his soles exposed and helpless to tickle attack. Or my personal favorite position: the vic is secured upside down, so his legs are secured at the top and his wrists at the bottom. I love to secure Ryan in the upside down position, because it leaves his sensitive soles laying upright and ready for tickle torment. He also hates when I tickle down the insides of his spread-apart and vulnerable thighs, squeezing and poking while he goes crazy. Especially because he knows what's next are his poor cock and balls, which are extremely vulnerable and exposed in this position for unbearable tickle attacks. I fall into a trance of sort when I start using feathers and brushes and fingers on his super sensitive balls while I stroke, tickle and tease his hard cock, tickling and edging him over and over for 30 minutes or more non-stop. And yes, payback is a bitch for me since my balls are crazy ticklish as well, and my torment of Ryan results in him being fully committed to tormenting me just as badly as I torment him.
And as bad as Ryan and I are with each other, nobody is more diabolical and merciless than Mitch. He loves to involve mind games and challenges during our get togethers. Like the time he informed us while we were hanging in the hot tub that tonight that he was going to tie us both up at the same time and hold a competition to see which of us is toughest. The winner would be untied and invited to help punish the loser. He started by tying down Ryan with my help. We tied him on the left side of the bed, his wrists secured above his head and only about three inches apart. We did the same to his ankles, also tying them about three inches apart. Mitch often lets me help tie up Ryan (more than he lets Ryan help tie me up), I think because he knows I can't resist tickling Ryan during the process.
I started to lay down on the bed beside Ryan, but Mitch instructed me to lay in the opposite direction so my head was at the foot of the bed. First he secured my right wrist into the right cuff above my head. Then he untied Ryan's left ankle and slid my arm under his leg, securing my left wrist where his ankle was. Then he laid Ryan's leg down across my arm and secured his ankle into what should've been my left wrist cuff. Mitch leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Your hands are now positioned so you should be able to tickle Ryan's feet." I looked up and realized he was right, since my left hand was secured just three inches from his right foot and my right hand was three inches from his left foot. I wasted no time, of course, starting to tickle Ryan's helpless soles. "Hey, wait!" Ryan protested when he figured out what Mitch had done. He no doubt pictured a bondage session during which I could tickle his poor soles the entire time. Mitch moved silently to the other end of the bed, where Ryan's head and my feet were. He now repeated the process by unfastening Ryan's left wrist and securing my left ankle into that cuff. And secured Ryan's left wrist in what should've been my left ankle cuff. It took Ryan no time to realize his hands were now positioned so that he could tickle my bound feet, so he launched a tickle attack on my feet while I continued tickling his.
Mitch let us go for a full five minutes, each of us aggressively tickling the other's bare feet while we laughed and howled but didn't bother to beg the other to stop knowing that would require both parties to stop the attack. Mitch just sat back and watched in amusement as we each tormented the other. It was a brilliant and devilish set up. He then proceeded to put us through a series of tickling competitions. For example, he gave us orders to not laugh and warned us that the first to laugh or otherwise make an audible noise would lose that round. He started simultaneously tickling us, starting with our abs, then our obliques, then ribs. His squeezing, poking and stroking was precise and effective, causing us both to squirm and jumpÊ while we worked hard not to make a sound. He managed to work my ribs enough that I finally couldn't take it and burst out with laughter, followed immediately by Ryan who now was safe to laugh. He continued tickling us for a while simply to make a point, but then got up and marked a whiteboard on the wall with our score: it was one to nothing in Ryan's favor. He continued conducting various tests, like tickling my pit and Ryan's sole and vice versa, our nips and even our cock and balls.
At one point during a challenge, Ryan must have been worried he was going to lose so he started tickling my feet while Mitch was tickling our sides. He caught me off guard and I immediately burst into laughter. "That's not fair!" I protested. "Ryan tickled my feet." "Then Ryan loses this round," Mitch said matter of factly. On another round he gave us permission to tickle each others feet while he worked our abs and sides. In a later round, he declared the winner of that round would also earn a set of steel tips that would be applied to his fingers and his opponent's soles would be oiled, allowing the winner to torment the loser even more intensely. I was happy to win that round, and took full advantage as soon as Ryan's soles were lubricated with oil and I now could torment his poor soles with excruciating steel tips. Ryan was screaming and begging for me to stop, but I just couldn't.
The contests went on for 20 minutes and after scores were added up, we were tied. "Well, I guess the tie breaker will be to see who shoots first," he said, grabbing a bottle of lube. "First one to shoot their load loses, and the winner will be untied and join me in punishing the loser with another hour of relentless tickle torture." My dick got hard just from him explaining the rules! He began simultaneously working our swollen cocks, matching the rhythm of both of his hands up and down our shafts to excite each of us equally. After ten minutes of working our dicks, we were both close to shooting. I decided I needed to try to tip the scale in my favor by getting inside Ryan's head. "Ryan, dude," I said softly. "You better hold out and not shoot first. I know you are going to want a shot at my extremely ticklish feet once you win and Mitch unties you." Ryan grunted, trying desperately not to shoot. Unfortunately, my turning him on by describing something so hot was making it even harder for me not to shoot. "You know how fucking ticklish my soles get after I shoot!" I continued. "I really hate it when you torment my soles with your fingers and brushes after you've jacked me off. It's like the worst, man." "Shut the fuck up, Jason!" Ryan barked. "You know you're trying to get me turned on and make me shoot. That's not fair." I just laughed. "Oh yeah, I bet you want to shoot so bad thinking about tickling my bare feet, aren't you?" I said teasingly. "You know man," I added, "You can even tickle them now and make me shoot!" I could practically see the lightbulb go off above his head.
He immediately started tickling my feet. "Oh know, don't do that!" I protested to further tease him. "I can't stand it when you tickle my feet, Ryan!" To add insult to injury I started stroking his own feet. That's all it took to make him lose it, his dick gushing with jism as he cried out. Mitch just laughed at how I played him, and milked every last drop out of him. I was relieved that I won and looked forward to being untied and getting revenge. "You mother fucker!" Ryan finally managed to blurt out. "You caused me to shoot early." I just laughed. Predictably Mitch kept stroking Ryan's dick even after he was out of cum, and playing with his sensitized cockhead causing Ryan to cry out. But then I was surprised when Mitch started working my dick again. "Hey, Mitch, I won," I said in protest, as though he didn't know it. "Why are you still stroking me?" "Did I say that the winner wouldn't also be jacked off?" he said teasingly, the most evil smile on his face. "After you shoot, then I'll untie you and you can get your revenge on Ryan." "Oh fuck!" I cried out with resignation. He kept on jacking me off while also tormenting Ryan's super sensitive head driving him to a point of desperation. It hit me that I could at least tickle Ryan's now extra sensitive soles while I let Mitch get me off. Ryan lost it when I started tickling his feet while Mitch played with his dick and drove him out of his mind.
Ryan's wild reactions to the double torment were so hot to me that I ended up shooting in under five minutes, after which of course Mitch milked me dry and tormented my sensitized cockhead for another five minutes. He finally untied me and I quickly cleaned myself up. Then Mitch and I settled in at Ryan's now extra ticklish body and proceeded to tickle torture him for a solid hour, even managing to get him off a second time before we were done. That's just one example of many times over the course of the year that I got to see Mitch's fiendish mind at work. The bonds we built over the year (pun intended) really paid off when my birthday arrived on a Saturday a couple of months ago. We'd already had plans for the evening, and Mitch promised me there would be several birthday surprises that would blow my mind.
As the day approached, I found myself getting excited trying to guess what the boys next door had planned to celebrate my birthday. Since my birthday fell on a Saturday, I'd already planned to sleep in and enjoy a leisurely day. While I slept, I was having some wild dreams about being tickled. I didn't dream of intense tickle torture but more sensual, playful tickling. As I awoke, I realized that the tickling wasn't actually part of my dream but was happening in real life. Fortunately, I didn't startle awake so could continue pretending I was sleeping while I desperately try to figure out what was going on. I felt the distinctive and annoying sensation of a feather stroking up and down my sole. It tickled but not unbearably so. I felt a second feather gliding up my side, which was exposed and open because both of my arms were stretched above my head and positioned at the two corners of the bed. I realized my legs were also pulled apart and positioned at the corners of the bed. I decided to allow my foot to flex in response to the tickling and use the opportunity to try to move my leg, maybe even turning over. But I quickly discovered my legs were unmovable; there were straps securing my ankles to the corners of the bed. A slight yank on my arms confirmed that my wrists were also secured by straps to the corners of the bed. These mother fuckers had somehow managed to sneak into my house and tie me up while I slept, and now I was at their mercy. As the feathers continued their exploration of my bound body, at times the sensations grew to a point that I wanted to laugh. So I learned I could giggle and move and squirm a little and they would stop tickling for a moment, trying carefully not to wake me. That allowed me the occasional break so I could tolerate the ongoing tickling for quite a while without giving away the fact that I was actually awake. When the one working my torso started tickling my nipples, I felt my dick suddenly rise to the occasion. They'd already pulled the single sheet covering my body down to my waist so as my dick hardened, I could feel the sheet pulling up off my body giving away how turned on I was getting.
My excitement wasn't lost on Mitch and Ryan, so the one working my nips gingerly lifted the sheet up and pulled it down below my crotch, allowing my dick to spring to full attention and salute them. I suddenly recalled a recent conversation about sleep habits, during which I'd let slip that I am an extremely sound sleeper who is very hard to wake. And I let slip that I sleep in the nude. Clearly they'd been doing reconnaissance in preparation for breaking into my house, tying me up and tickle torturing me for my birthday. Predictably, the feather made a long trek down my torso to my now stiff cock and began stroking up and down. It was not only turning me on but was tickling like a mother, especially each time the cock would cross over and tickle my sensitive cockhead. The one working my feet started dragging the feather up my leg, dancing along my thighs.
I was till succeeding in pretending to be asleep although it was getting harder not to react. But when the one coming up my leg decided to apply his feather to my unbelievably ticklish balls, it proved more than I could take. Just ten seconds of ball tickling was all it took for me to lose it, bursting out loud with laughter and yanking futilely on my restraints. "Jesus, took us enough time to force you to stop pretending to be asleep," Mitch said dripping with sarcasm. Apparently my act wasn't fooling them. And now that the charade was over, they were free to launch a full-on tickle torture attack. They worked me over for an hour, bringing me to the edge of shooting multiple times until they finally gave me satisfaction, followed by several minutes of intense torment of my sensitized cockhead and tickling me now that I was even more ticklish. They finally stopped and released me. I looked at the clock and saw it was only 8:30 AM. They must have snuck in before seven that morning, using the access code I'd given them right after we met.
"C'mon, take a quick shower and then head over to our house. We have coffee and breakfast ready for the birthday boy," Mitch said with a chuckle.
When I arrived at their house, they were both stripped to their boxer briefs. They instructed me to join them, stripping just to my boxers. They then treated me to the best breakfast I'd had a long time, while I enjoyed the view of these two sexy, muscular, hairy-chested dudes. ÊAfter we finished, Mitch commented, "You know, Jace, your birthday deserves more of a brunch than just a breakfast, don't you think?" He flashed a teasing smile that told me he was talking about more than food. "Well, you know I have a bit of a sweet tooth," I said with a chuckle, my dick stirring as I wondered what he had in mind. "I do, and that's why dessert will be on Ryan this morning," he explained with a wink, while he poured a jar of hot chocolate into a pan warming on the stove. "Let's head to the dungeon."ÊÊ We retreated to the bondage room and Ryan dropped his boxer briefs and hopped on the bondage table. Mitch got to work securing his wrists with the restraints at the top corner. He moved to the foot of the table and bolted on the wood stocks, placing Ryan's ankles into the padded rests, pulling the solid wood top half down to secure his ankles in place. Mitch locked the side bolts making sure his ankles weren't going anywhere. He gave each of Mitch's exposed soles a quick stroke with his fingernail, producing a chuckle from Ryan. "This is my birthday gift to you, Dude!" Ryan said to me, a genuine smile on his face. Mitch returned to the kitchen while I drank in the site of Ryan's lean, muscular, hairy torso stretched out and helpless before me.
Mitch returned with the pan of hot fudge and a can of spray whip cream. "I've noticed how much you get off on tormenting Ryan's poor bare feet, Jace," Mitch explained. "So I thought for your birthday, you might enjoy making his feet a snack." Mitch took a basting brush, dipped it into the warm fudge and began painting Ryan's soles with the thick chocolate while Ryan giggled and squirmed from the tickling sensations. Ryan really nuts when Ryan used the brush between his toes to ensure every inch of his toes were bathed in chocolate. He then took the whip cream can and sprayed a line up his soles on top of the chocolate and around his toes until they were no longer visible. The coldness of the whip cream made Ryan squirm. He then invited me to enjoy dessert on Ryan. I used my tongue to lap up every ounce of whip cream and delicious hot fudge from Ryan's sensitive soles, sending him into a fit of laughter and sole wriggling from my rough tongue on his tender skin.
He howled when I used my tongue and teeth to suck the chocolate and whipped cream off every toe, making sure the space between his toes was cleaned of any food.ÊÊ I was so turned on by this that I was stroking my dick. Ryan, who has a bit of a foot fetish, sported a massive boner from my working of his feet. When I'd thoroughly cleaned his delicious feet with my tongue, Mitch moved to Ryan's strapped down torso and used the basting brush to slather up Ryan's hairy torso with a coating of hot fudge. Ryan's squirming made itÊ clear the bristles of the basting brushed tickled. I couldn't help but notice how big his nipples swelled and grew as Mitch swirled the brushes around them to make sure they were covered in melted chocolate. And Ryan lost it when Mitch used the stiff bristled brush to coat his exposed pits with the chocolatey goodness. Mitch dolloped whipped cream in strategic spots, including his belly button, nips and pits, stepping back to let me go to work with my tongue and mouth.
I spent a good 15 minutes lapping up all of the chocolate and whipped cream, dipping my tongue deep into his belly button, sucking and nibbling on his excited nips and using my tongue and teeth in the massive hollows of his very ticklish pits. Ryan squirmed, laughed and cried out while I feasted on his ripped torso. "I just realized I've not had my dessert," Mitch blurted out as I finished cleaning off every inch of his torso. He used the basting brush to smear that last bit of hot fudge up and down Ryan's swelling cock and balls. Ryan laughed pretty hard as the brushÊ tickled his balls and cockhead. Mitch sprayed the whipped cream on making sure his entire shaft and balls were coated. And then he went to work with his tongue and mouth, which not only tickled but also brought Ryan to the edge of shooting a few times. We then proceeded to tickle torture poor Ryan with our fingers, brushes and anything that drove him mad. Mitch repeatedly edged him by sucking his dick and bringing him just to the point of shooting before stopping and returning to tickle torture. After a full hour of torment, Mitch finally sucked him off and then we proceed to tickle his cockhead and newly sensitized body until he was completely spent. To cap it all off, Mitch grabbed some birthday candles and stuck them between Ryan's toes. He lit them so that the melting wax started to drip down Ryan's sensitive soles, helped along by us mercilessly tickling his soles while he desperately held the burning candles between his toes. Ryan laughed and yelped as the hot wax splattered across his tender skin. It was my first experience with bastinado and I found it hot as hell especially since it was paired with tickling. "Guys, this has been the best birthday ever!" I gushed after we untied Ryan. "Thank you." I couldn't believe all the work they'd put in and how much fun this had been. "Now, Jason, you don't think your birthday surprises are over, do you?" Mitch teased. "We've saved the biggest surprise for tonight, after dinner." "Are you fucking serious?" I blurted out. "Man, you guys are too good to me. I've never had such a hot birthday. And to think there's even something better? I'm not sure how that could be possible, but you've definitely given me wood by telling me there's more to come." We all laughed.
"Well, enjoy the wood imagining what we have in store for you tonight," Mitch said. "But don't take matters into your own hands before tonight, buddy. I promise we will get you off one more time before your birthday is over." I just smiled, dressed and returned home, wondering all day what they had in mind for me. After dinner, Mitch suggested we skip the hot tub and move right to the surprise. They brought me into the house and put a blindfold on me, the same one they've used on me in bondage that ensures I can't see anything. They then guided me into what I guessed to be their bondage room, also know affectionately as The Dungeon. They removed the blindfold and after my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw their surprise: laying on the bondage bed was one of the hottest guys I'd ever seen, completely naked, and tightly bound spread-eagle. "Holy shit!" I blurted out. "Who is this?"
"Meet Cole. We hired him tonight for a special birthday gift for you," Mitch explained warmly.
"We've been interviewing suitable prospects for more than a month, and chose Cole because we know he fits your ideal TBC physique." He was absolutely correct. Cole is early or mid-twenties, dark haired, sexy good looks with a light beard, massive muscular arms, powerful chest and shoulders and washboard abs with narrow waist. He looks like he could've been a gymnast in high school or college. And most importantly he has a sexy matte of black hair adorning his chest and cascading down his rippling abs. "Happy birthday, Jason," Cole said flashing a sexy smile on his strikingly handsome face. Hearing his deep, masculine and confident voice was the icing on the cake. They'd also gotten Cole's massive cock hard and put a cock ring on it so it was forced to stay hard as it stood straight up in the air. And they'd suspended the familiar string from the ceiling with the ring of stiff feathers hanging down and circling his cock turning on the oscillating fan so the feathers tickled his cock every ten seconds or so. "Jesus, how long have you had the poor guy tied up?" I asked, realizing all of this prep work must have been done before I arrived for dinner more than an hour ago.
"We're paying him by the hour so Cole doesn't mind," Ryan said with a chuckle. "Although having these fucking feathers tickle my pickle for the last hour and a half has been driving me out of my fucking mind!" Cole added, followed by deep sexy laughter. "Oh yeah, that's the other reason we chose Cole," Mitch commented. "Hands down this dude is the most ticklish of the guys we interviewed and tested. Like off-the-fucking-charts ticklish. More ticklish than either you or Ryan I believe." Mitch's description made my dick stir big time. I looked at Cole helplessly tied up with his entire body vulnerable to a tickle attack and couldn't wait to get started. I don't have much of a poker face, and what he read from my expression must've have made him nervous as he squirmed a bit and pulled on the ropes as if to confirm one more time that he's really helpless. "I'm guessing that's why you put these bows on his soles?" I said, stepping forward and pulling one off. I gave his bare foot a couple of strokes with my fingernails and he jumped and laughed nervously. "So Cole, how ticklish would you say you are on a scale of 1 to 10?" I asked, a devilish smile on my face. He paused and took a breath before speaking. 'I dunno," he said almost as though it pained him to talk about. "Maybe 15?" The guys and I laughed out loud at his response and my dick perked up even more. "Excellent!" I replied. "And do you enjoy being tickled?" I asked.
Again, he paused and took a breath before speaking. "No," he said matter-of-factly. "If I'm being honest, I fucking hate to be tickled," he added, again almost as though it was painful. I looked at Ryan and Mitch. "This is going to the best birthday of my life!" I said with a chuckle. And with that we launched a merciless tickle torture and edging session that lasted for more than an hour. There were few spots on his body that didn't produce a reaction, and best of all, his laughter was a deep baritone, masculine laugh. Even if he begged for mercy, which he did multiple times, he did so in such a hot masculine way. This was my first and only time so far to team up with Ryan to work over a ticklish dude. Normally, one of us plays the vic. We quickly discovered that we make an awesome tickle torture team. Cole was a tough victim to break, despite how ticklish he is, but us working together proved effective in breaking through all of his defenses and driving him to a point of begging and pleading, the ultimate turn on for us when working over such a muscular, masculine tough guy. Mitch mostly sat back watching and enjoying the session as Ryan and I did most of the work.
All of us were sporting major boners throughout the session with wet spots showing through our respective boxers and boxer briefs. To my delight Cole sported enormous sensitive nips (to match his enormous manhood) that were easily excited with feathers, fingers and brushes. I was also delighted to discover his cock and balls were quite ticklish, a weakness we took full advantage of during the session. Eventually, we pushed our edging to the point of allowing him shoot but of course tormented the poor guy's sensitized cockhead afterward. And confirmed he was even more ticklish after he shoots. "Holy shit, that was a lot of fun!" I blurted out after the session as we untied the poor sweat-drenched and spent stud.
"For you maybe," Cole said sarcastically. "Let's see if you feel the same way after we get you tied down and work you over." HIs deep masculine voice and serious tone made his threat even more ominous. "What?!" I responded, looking at Mitch and Ryan to see if they were paying this dude to work me over too. "Oh yeah, birthday boy!" Mitch said with a chuckle. "You don't think we'd let you miss out on being worked over by three of us, and especially with such a hot stud as Cole participating, do you?" I smiled, not panicked, but rather excited at the possibility. Mitch replaced the sweat-soaked sheets and then it was my turn to be tied down and worked over. The three of them all joined in for my session, and not surprisingly were absolutely merciless in working me over. I usually find guys who aren't specifically into the fetish of tickling aren't that good at tickling, but Cole was an exception. He proved quite lethal in his technique, which turned this session into the most intense and unbearable tickle torture session I'd ever been forced to endure. Another thing that made it hot was Cole.
When he straddled my waist and settled in to work my ticklish torso, the view before me was unbelievably erotic with his massive, muscular, hairy torso on display. I also couldn't help but notice he sported a major hard on the entire time, clearly enjoying the session. And best of all, my edging was primarily performed by Cole using his mouth. That's not something I'd experienced with Mitch or Ryan since they are in a committed relationship so to give me head would be awkward. But as the hired outsider who clearly brings significant experience in giving guys blow jobs, he knew exactly how to bring me right to the edge and keep me there with his tongue and mouth and get me to a point of begging to get off, without actually pushing me over the edge.
It was maddening but made for a hot 90 minutes of torment, with me finally getting satisfaction and shooting a heavy load, followed by unbearable torment of my cockhead with his tongue, mouth and fingers while I screamed and begged for mercy. Seriously it was hands down the best birthday of my entire life, made possible with my new best friends next door. I thanked them profusely after Cole left and we chatted about how much fun that was. It was just one of the many highlights frin the past year of fun with my new neighbors. The one thing we've not managed to do, though, is convince Mitch to switch roles and let Ryan and me get revenge on his ticklish body. He's definitely all top and has steadfastly refused no matter how much we beg. I'm hopeful now that our one-year anniversary of bondage and tickling fun approaches next weekend, Mitch will be as generous as he was in celebrating my birthday and surrender his hot body for our opportunity to pay him back for the many, many hours of merciless tickle torture he's inflicted upon us.
