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Clay looked in the changing room mirror in disappointment.
The days of his effortlessly toned and slightly muscly body were behind him.
He was only 32, but years of a gradual disinterest in sport he had participated in during his younger years, coupled with a poor diet had jellied his appearance.
Working as a stockbroker at a desk all day gave him little exercise to match.
He stood around 6 foot.
A slightly darker than blonde and still almost full head of hair.
He had been attractive in his younger years but it was dwindling.
He had grown resentment towards his life choices.
His new found ritual, self deprecating analysis of his body had motivated him.
He left the changing room and into the lively gym floor.
Determined to restore his glory of former years.
He sat on a bench and grabbed a set of dumbbells he thought manageable to work on his chest.
He jerked an awkward lift with disjointed breath and tried to replicate for a few reps.
Emily, a personal trainer at the gym was witnessing the amateur with pity.
A 27 year old who stood around 5’4’, beautiful shoulder length blonde hair that she mostly kept tied in a bun when she was working, a small button nose with a delicate smile.
She had small B cup breasts, but naturally perky and round in her youth and was more than made up for with her model like toned abs and kardashianesque bum, achieved through years of training.
She was attractive but with a humility and niceness that evaded most girls of her form.
Many guys would have hit on her at the gym had it not been for her husband.
Blake, also a personal trainer and the gym’s owner.
A hulk of a man, 30 years old, standing at 6’4’.
Sharp black hair and a razor like beard adonned his stature and added to his already rugged masculine features.
He was a no nonsense, control freak, always looking to best others.
If a guy was squatting 200kg for a personal best, he would squat 220kg for a warm up to prove a point.
Emily couldn’t bear the sight of Clay’s struggling anymore, he was going to hurt himself in her gym.
‘I don’t usually do this’
She approached.
Clay tilted his head round as he lowered the weights, seeing the attractive blonde gave him memories of his youth of attractive girls approaching him to get his attention and filled him with a certain egotistical pride.
‘I normally charge to teach beginners how to use
equipment but I don’t want to see you hurt yourself’
His pride evaporated.
Although, he knew he could really use the help.
‘Yeah I’ve never really used weights before but thought it couldn’t be that difficult, what should I do’
Emily smiled.
‘Most people think that til they actually get started’
She proceeded to show him the form required to keep him safe.
‘Thanks for your help, I would have probably left in an ambulance if I kept going’
‘Yeah no kidding haha, there’s also a workout that you can superset to work on progressively overloading your shoulders after a chest workout’
Clay vacantly looked, nodding and pretending to understand what she was saying.
‘You just sit up and lift the weights above your head with your arms bent next to your shoulders’
She guided Clay’s arms and briefly touched his sides to keep him upright.
Clay buckled and dropped the weights.
‘Oh my goodness are you okay’
‘Yeah hahah you just tickled me that’s all’
Clay embarrassedly adjusted his shorts.
He had a tickling fetish for as long as he could remember and although brief, excited him immensely.
‘Oh I’m sorry ahah, I didn’t realise strong men could be ticklish’
She jestered to him trying to make light of the situation.
‘Woww okay, that’s pretty mean if you ask me’
‘I’m not trying to be mea-EEEPP’
Clay wiggled his fingers in Emily’s side catching her off guard mid sentence.
‘Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realise strong women could be ticklish’
Emily laughed, fascinated by this amateurs bravado.
‘Oh my god I’m so ticklish, I can’t be that strong’
She joked while looking around to see who had seen the tomfoolery.
Nobody seemed to bat an eye lid minding their own workouts.
‘Well thanks for the help anyway, maybe I’ll book a session if I find myself struggling again’
‘Its no problem, you should do that’
She left and Clay resumed his awkward, yet slightly more skilled workout with Emily’s advice.
He managed around 30 minutes before he exhausted himself and head for the exit.
‘How was your first session’
Clay turned around to see a beast of a man behind him with an intimidating yet welcoming aura.
‘It was tiring, one of your personal trainers really helped me and I’m thinking about booking a session, try and get a bit of a headstart on getting back in shape’
‘That’s good news, I’ve owned this gym for around 8 years now and you’ll be surprised how many people quit after the first session, glad to hear you’ll be back, we are actually running a special on trainers atm, we’re doing a couples discount 2 for 1’
‘Oh I’m not sure my partner will want to come, she already does yoga and with work I don’t know how much time she’ll have’
‘Hey I don’t normally do this’
Clay sensed the impending sales tactic.
‘But if you get her here for one session, I’ll give you that session free for both of you and you can keep the couples discount for 6 months of personal training, who knows she might like it’
Clay was actually quite surprised at the discount offered.
‘Umm yeah okay, that sounds pretty good, I’ll talk to her tonight and see if I can rope her into coming’
‘Oh we’ll get her roped in alright, it’s a great exercise, pointing to the young man alternating between throwing ropes’
Clay laughed.
‘My staff are fully booked until 9pm Friday so if you can swing by then I’ll have Emily free too and we can both guide you through the first session’
Clay pretending not to be excited by training with Emily again nodded.
‘Yeah okay, well I’ll speak to her and come in Friday with her if she’s happy’
‘Sounds great’
With that Clay left for home, reminiscing on tickling the beautiful young blonde at the gym.
Maybe gym was gonna be pretty good after all.
He walked through the door and head straight for the kitchen to find Victoria.
His wife of 4 years, a pale skinned receptionist standing at 5’6’, her wavy long hair was always a sight to behold.
With a young 20 something looking pretty face contradicting her age of 31.
She was toned, although not nearly as close as Emily.
She had slightly larger breasts being a C Cup that Clay adored and a bum that was small but toned and shapely through her weekly yoga sessions.
‘Hey beautiful, what’s for dinner’
‘Hi baby, just a pasta dish tonight, how was gym?’
‘It was actually good, I feel ten years younger’
Victoria laughed.
‘They’re actually doing a special atm’
‘Oh really? Your first gym session and they’re running a special, what are the odds?’
Clay sensed her sarcasm.
‘Okay smart ass’
He goosed her sides from behind as she mixed ingredients.
She wasn’t nearly as ticklish as Emily but still somewhat and jumped.
She knew all about Clay’s fetish and could tolerate tickling like this, brief and playful,
but had grown tired of Clay’s attempts to administer more laugh inducing pin down and restrained sessions.
She had let him early in their relationship, but had grown tired of him getting carried away with it and had put an end to it, so he had to settle for these micro interactions.
‘I’m just saying, it sounds like they’re taking advantage of you being motivated now and get you to spend money early’
‘Well, they’re doing a couples discount actually, they said if you come to just the next available session with me they can give us a 2 for 1 on personal training for 6 months even if you don’t go again’
Victoria was actually quite surprised at the customer service and discount.
‘So you’re telling me, I get to watch you struggle to workout once and then maybe get a fit husband for half price, count me in, when’s the next session’
‘Friday at 9pm’
‘Okay, I finish yoga at 8.30 so that could work’
‘Perfect’
Clay and Victoria entered the gym on Friday at 8.50pm.
Clay was wearing jogging bottoms and an oversized black shirt planned to disguise his figure and sweat he would endure.
Victoria was dressed in light blue yoga bottoms and a white tank top.
It was empty as could be.
‘Clay are you sure they’re even open’
‘Of course they’re open all the lights are on, it must just be cos it’s so late on a Friday there’s no one training’
Clay looked around and couldn’t see anyone in sight.
‘Helloooo’
He called out.
They wandered into the gym looking around, when they thought they heard what sounded like a door locking behind them.
‘Was that a door locking’
‘Oh fuck Clay we’ve probably been locked in I told you it was closed’
They both laughed as they hurried back to the entrance trying to get the attention of whoever just locked them in when they see Blake locking it.
‘Oh you are here, this is my wife Victoria, we came for that session at 9 are you still doing it’
Blake turned around and looked at Victoria smiling.
She was impressed by the sculpt of the impressive man and blushed slightly.
‘I was starting to think you weren’t coming, come through this way to the private room, we have our exclusive equipment in there’
Clay and Victoria followed Blake ready for their workout when they entered a back room that didn’t look like a gym room at all.
All that was in there was a chair, a table and another table with Emily tied up spread eagle in her underwear and a gag in her mouth.
Clay would be lying if he wasn’t slightly turned on by the sight.
They both looked at each other confused.
‘I think there’s been some mistake, we’re not swingers mate I just came to ex-‘
Before he could finish his sentence Blake grabbed him in a bear hug carrying him towards the chair.
Victoria watched stunned as her husband was being carried away by this hulk like figure.
‘WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, PUT ME DOWN!!!!’
Clay struggled desperately although could barely move an inch under Blake’s vice like grip.
Blake without uttering a word plonked him onto the chair and began to tie him up with rope.
Very quickly Clays struggling became futile as he found himself fastly secured to the chair.
‘WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOURE PLAYING AT?!!???’
Blake never replied and instead turned his attention towards Victoria.
She cowered slightly as he walked towards her, knowing there was nothing she could as her husband who was much stronger than she was, was just completely overpowered by this man.
Blake threw Victoria over his shoulder as Emily and Clay watched on in horror.
‘YOU PUT MY WIFE DOWN RIGHT FUCKING NOW ARSEHOLE!!!!’
Blake effortlessly lifted Victoria’s arms above her head one by one and tied rope around the high bars of the shoulder press in a Y position.
He then pulled her legs out, with the effort of lifting a cup of a coffee off a table, and stretched them, tying at the ankles, so she was now spread eagle in the same manner as Emily.
With that he turned his attention towards Clay once more.
Clay shuddered, scared of what in the world was going on.
‘So it appears you have a soft spot for my wife Clay’
‘What??’
Clay barely uttered out.
‘It took me a while to get her to admit it but I saw it, do you think it’s okay to just tickle random women you see?’
Clay gulped ashamed and unable to say anything.
He knew his wife was listening and he’d been caught tickling another woman when she knew about his fetish.
Also, this deranged brute had found out and had him tied up completely at his mercy.
‘I…it wasn’t like that’
‘I’ll ask again Clay, do you think it’s okay to tickle random women?’
‘It was just a joke, she tickled me first by accident and I was messing around’
Blake shot his head towards his own tied up wife who had a nervous look on her face.
‘You left that part out’
He turned back towards Clay.
‘You see I don’t like people who think they can come in to my gym and tickle my wife right in front of me, and I think you enjoyed it, that’s not something people just do’
‘What…what’
‘Don’t fucking lie to me Clay, but don’t worry I’m going to find out’
With that he walked over to Emily who was shrieking under her gag and started to scribble his fingers on her bare feet while staring at Clay.
Clay gawked at what unfolded.
‘Is this what you like Clay? Is this what you want to see’
Clay was dumbfounded, he never thought that his fetish would lead him to this crazy moment, where his own tied up wife watched silently shocked.
Emily bucked crazily under her bonds.
‘TSKSKSJSJSHGSGSGS’
Was all that could be heard from her gag.
‘Does this make you happy Clay, seeing beautiful women getting tickled on their feet’
Clays stomach turned, he did like it, in fact he loved it, but this was a strange atmosphere and it caused a lot of conflicting tension for him.
‘No perhaps you like the ribs’
With that he dug his bear like hands into Emily’s toned sides.
‘AHAHAHAHAHHSBDJDHDBSBSBSBDB’
Clay was mesmerised. He could feel his cock start to stretch under his jogging bottoms, he couldn’t stop it.
Blake noticed the sudden movement in Clays pants watching intently.
‘Or maybe it’s the armpits’
Blake dug two fingers into each of his wife’s pits causing her to shriek under her gag.
‘AHHHHHHHHHHHSHHSHSBSBSBSBSBSBS’
Clay couldn’t fight it anymore, his cock grew and sprang to life visibly showing through his jogging bottoms.
‘Oh so you do like it you fucking twisted pervert’
Clay turned red with those words as Blake relented and returned to Clay’s side.
‘So you came into my gym and tickled my wife to give yourself a little hard on is that right Clay’
‘I….i..it wasn-‘
‘Oh but it was Clay, it was exactly like that, now since you think it’s okay to just tickle someone else’s wife who you don’t even know, I think it’s only fair I return the favour’
Blake shot his attention to Victoria who was now getting nervous at her learned fate but still silent.
Clay had to say something
‘You can’t do this, this is sick’
‘Is it Clay? Is it sick, is that what you think of what you did?’
Clay was shellshocked.
He realised he could do nothing.
He was completely restrained, Blake had a point and he could do nothing to help his defenceless wife, who had been dragged into this sick game from his own actions.
Blake settled beside Victoria.
‘I don’t want to do this, this is your husbands fault’
Victoria ushered out now realising it was impending as heart started to race
‘Please don’t’
Blake started to untie Victoria’s gym shoes and remove them.
‘I don’t have a choice’
Clay watched mortified.
Blake began to strip her sweaty socks revealing a small size 4 foot, painted with a light blue shade coincidentally matching her pants.
Victoria gulped, she had the power to stop Clay tickling her through love, but this, this was something different she had no power to control. So animalistic in nature.
Blake started to graze his big bear like paws over Victoria’s soles.
Scratching between her heels and arches slowly.
‘Mmmffff hahahaha okohhhhhhh’
Clay started to get a sense of anger rise within him.
Blake started to increase the pace and scribble more searching her soles.
Victoria wiggled in her restraints.
‘Ooohhhh mmfmfnfnfndnfndnfahahahah’
Blake picked up the pace further until Victoria broke into real laughter.
‘Ohhhhahahhahahahahahahahah shit hahahahhabahahahahahababhaha’
Victoria threw her head side to side wiggling with all her might.
‘Stop hahahahhahahahahahahbs oh my god hahahahahsh you’re so strong’
Clay had never seen Victoria this ticklish, she had always been ticklish but usually it would take him a while to get laughter out of her and it was usually short lived. That and the fact she was almost complimenting her masochistic captor made him sick to his stomach.
‘GET THE FUCK OFF HER OR IM CALLING THE POLICE YOU PSYCHO!!’
Blake laughed
‘Okay call them, the phones just out in the hall there’
Clays rage intensified and his cock started to shrivel.
Blake started to raise his fingers, working his way up Victoria’s calves and behind her knees and finally landing at her inner thighs.
Victoria grew in desperation as this impressive stranger run his fingers over her more intimate areas only her husband touched.
‘OOOOHHHH ABAHAHAHAHAHHAHA YOURE SO NSUGHTY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH’
Clay see red.
‘STOP THIS RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKING CREEP!!!!!!’
Blake paused the tickling of Clay’s wife and walked over to him grabbing Victoria’s socks on the way before shoving them in Clay’s mouth and taping over it.
Clay was now gagged like Emily.
‘That oughta shut you up’
With that he returned to Victoria somewhat excited by her complimentary reactions and the rise he was getting out of Clay.
He placed his hands on her hips and started to gently dig in with his huge hands.
Victoria went beserk.
‘OHHHHBNM MY HAHAHAH GOD HAHAHAHAHHAVAHAHA’
Victoria bucked wildly as his hands danced from her hips into her delicate sides and dug with an intensity that sent shockwaves to her brain.
‘SHIT HAHAHSHHAHAHAHSHHA YOURE SO MEAN HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA’
Blake laughed as Victoria struggled.
Clay could only watch almost silently, unable to say anything tangible, when he felt his erection start to come back that left him disgusted in himself.
‘It’s crazy Clay, I could swear your wife is enjoying this, now why would you want to tickle someone else with such a smoking hot ticklish wife at home who enjoys it as much as you do’
Blake lifted his hands either side of Victoria’s breasts and started to scribble again rising up to her armpits and back down.
‘OHHHHH HAHAHAHA YOU ARE SUCH A NAUGHTY BOYyyyyabahhahahahahah’
Clay couldn’t believe how ticklish Victoria was right now, he had never been able to get her to laugh this much and couldn’t understand why, and what’s worse it was like she was egging him on.
Victoria knew, having this muscly, handsome man invade her helpless sensitive body gave her so much excitement she hadn’t felt in years, however torturous this newfound sensitivity had made it for her.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA’
She laughed away.
Blake started to enjoy it too, seeing this sexy little redhead dance away under his fingers he felt his own dick start to grow.
‘I think I might have to keep tickling your wife for a while Clay I’m starting to have fun’
Emily watched mortified at hearing this.
She hadn’t said a word, partly due to her gag but also as she didn’t want her husband to turn back onto tickling her desperately ticklish body again.
She decided to remain silent and avoid watching as much as she could.
Clay on the other hand couldn’t stop watching in horror.
The confusing mix of anger, jealousy, betrayal and shame washed over him and kept his cock rock hard.
Blake started to up the ante and get carried away.
One hand spidering her armpits and the other digging into her hips before switching to her feet, ribs and thighs and all over again.
‘You’re such a sexy little thing aren’t you, I think you’re enjoying yourself you ticklish little slut’
Victoria threw herself any way she could.
She could feel her pussy start to tingle as this strong sexy man played mind games with her.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHBAS OOOHHHHH HAHAHAHA’
Clay couldn’t believe his ears.
Was that a moan that just left his wife’s lips.
His anger peaked as Blake looked over at him and smiled letting off a wink.
He yelled into his gag but it was no use.
He couldn’t do anything even if he was free.
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAVAHAHABHAHAHAHA’
Victoria’s laughter filled the room at least five times over before Blake gave her a break to breathe.
‘You see Clay, I don’t get mad, I get even, and I want you to know this was your doing, if you hadn’t flirted with my wife, I wouldn’t have ever had to put you through this’
Victoria lay panting and adjusting herself in her restraints to a more comfortable position looking at Clay.
‘I’ll be right back for round two’
Blake left the room.
Clay and Victoria looked at each other.
‘Why would you tickle this woman Clay? You know how I feel about you tickling other women, now look at what you’ve got me into’
Clay could only muffle a response under his gag with an ashamed look on his face.
Nothing he said would have mattered, and Clay knew it.
Some actions speak louder than words and his were undeniable.
Blake returned to the room with a pair of scissors in hand.
‘I think it’s time we let your wife get some air what do you think Clay’
Clays eyes widened in fear.
Victoria gestured
‘NOoooo COME ONnn THIS IS TOO FAR’
Although Clay could sense a playfulness in her response, it wasn’t like when she had told him to stop tickling her throughout their marriage.
It had a seductive ring to it.
Blake heard it too.
With little resistance, not that much could have been met, he jaggedly cut the fabric from Victoria’s body leaving her beautifully toned glistening body bare.
Clay couldn’t look away.
Blake marvelled at the beauty before him.
She was less toned than his wife but still very in shape and her boobs were magnificent.
It had been revealed that Victoria’s nipples were firm and yet only Blake could see from his angle the slight arousal on Victoria’s pussy.
Blake licked his lips as he threw the torn fabrics on top of Clay in his restraints.
Further insult for an already deeply ashamed Clay.
The only respite this gave him was that it covered his pulsing manhood.
Blake returned to skittering his fingers over Victoria’s feet while teasing
‘Your body looks like you want me to tickle Victoria, tell me is that true?’
‘HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAB NO’
‘Now don’t lie to me sexy, liars only get punished’
He switched to digging into her sensitive inner thighs.
‘OHHB SNHSHSHAHAHAHAHAHA SHIT HAHAHAHAHHA’
‘Come on tell me the truth or I’ll stop and leave you here’
Victoria was confused, she was getting tired and hot and was in a world of unbearable torture, but there was something so primal, so exciting about her predicament, she was overcome with an urge to see where this would lead
‘HAHAHAHHAHA OKAY OKAY HAHAHAHAHAH I DO HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA’
Blake wanted to smile at Clay but couldn’t look away from Victoria as he switched again to dancing his massive calloused fingertips on her belly and sides.
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHA WHY ARE YOU HAHAHAHHAH SO GOOOD AT THICKLING ME HAHAHAHAAHHS’
Clay could have melted had his body allowed him.
He slumped in his restraints, devastated.
Still rock hard.
Blake loving the energy from this little redhead teased
‘OHHHH because I know you want me to be, now who’s a good little tickle slut?’
Victoria was becoming hornier and hornier over her tight vulnerable body being toyed with by this mysterious hulking man.
‘I AMAMMMMMN HAHAHAHAHAHHAH’
‘I’m sorry I didn’t catch that?’
‘IM AH HAHHAHAHA GOOOD LITTLEEE TICHAHSHSHA TICKLE SLUTTHSHSHAHAHAH’
Blake’s cock was now solid and he was becoming just as horny as Victoria as her pussy started to drip.
He switched to tickling her boobs and nipples with incredible unrelenting pace.
‘Ooooohhhhh HAHAHAHHA OOOOOHHHHH HAHAHAH’
Victoria was becoming hotter than ever as she craved his fingers more and more on her naked flesh despite the torturous sensations.
‘Are you gonna come visit me for some training sessions and be my good little tickle slut forever’
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAB’
While Victoria was loving her situation, she didn’t want to sign up to something that would upset her husband and destroy her marriage long term.
She glanced at Clay who could no longer watch and didn’t return the glance.
Blake smirked as if he could read her thoughts
‘Don’t worry, Clay will come and watch again, he loves watching look how hard he is’
He walked over and removed Victoria’s torn clothes revealing Clay’s throbbing erection through his jogging bottoms.
Victoria was stunned still wiggling frantically as her breasts were tickled endlessly.
She had been kidnapped and tickled for what was maybe 45 minutes and her husband was horny over it.
Maybe this was the spark her marriage needed, this was the thing that could let her be tickled and they can both enjoy it.
She was overcome with desire, a burning lust that lit her own horniness like a fuse.
‘YOU CAN TICKLE MEEEEE HAHAHAHAHHA EVERY WEEEEEKKKK’
‘Are you asking or telling?’
‘ASKING HAHAHAHAHHAHA PLEASSEEE TICJLKEEE ME MORE HAHAHAHHAHA’
‘I’ll book you in every Friday, only if you promise to bring Clay here’
‘I PROMISSSSHAHAHHAHAHAH’
Blake getting carried away switched his attention once more to her smooth sensitive armpits
‘NOOO SHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA’
Victoria was on a knife’s edge, she was at her peak horniness and needed more.
Desperately needed more.
‘PLEASSEEE FUCCKCKK MMEEE HAHAHAHAHHA MASTERRR’
Blake and Clay were astounded.
Blake couldn’t believe she had asked him this, in front of her husband and his wife, he reached a new level.
Clay couldn’t bear to look, a single tear flowed down his cheek while his cock still bounced.
He was truly defeated.
Blake without missing a beat stripped his shorts off and released Victoria’s legs while climbing onto the table.
‘OHHHHHHHHHHHH’
Victoria screamed instantly, shocked at the speed of which Blake had penetrated her.
Blake grunted deeply.
‘OHHHH FUCKKKK YOURE SOO BIGG OOHHHHHHHHH’
Victoria was in paradise, the big pulsing cock inside of her after the tickling was sheer bliss.
Blake kept a violent steady tempo.
‘OHHHH FUCKKKKKKK YESSSS’
Blake took one of his huge hands and wrapped it around Victoria’s neck, firmly choking the sides, while the other danced in her armpit as he pounded.
‘OHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHHA FUCK IM GONNA COME HAHAHAHAHAH’
Victoria’s whole body tensed for what seemed like eternity, before finally slumping back down as Blake grunted and returned in kindness, finishing over her boobs.
He climbed off the table and released her arms, telling her to release Clay as he left the room.
Clay couldn’t even look at Victoria as she untied him.
Blake returned with gym clothes and the name of his gym plastered all over them, adding more salt in the wounds for Clay.
He see them out after Victoria dressed and slapped Clay on the back, while saying
‘I’ll see you both next week for our next session’
Victoria giggled and Clay couldn’t respond.
Blake walked back into Emily who was still tied up, triumphantly.
‘Now tell me Emily, why do you think it’s okay to tickle other men?’
The days of his effortlessly toned and slightly muscly body were behind him.
He was only 32, but years of a gradual disinterest in sport he had participated in during his younger years, coupled with a poor diet had jellied his appearance.
Working as a stockbroker at a desk all day gave him little exercise to match.
He stood around 6 foot.
A slightly darker than blonde and still almost full head of hair.
He had been attractive in his younger years but it was dwindling.
He had grown resentment towards his life choices.
His new found ritual, self deprecating analysis of his body had motivated him.
He left the changing room and into the lively gym floor.
Determined to restore his glory of former years.
He sat on a bench and grabbed a set of dumbbells he thought manageable to work on his chest.
He jerked an awkward lift with disjointed breath and tried to replicate for a few reps.
Emily, a personal trainer at the gym was witnessing the amateur with pity.
A 27 year old who stood around 5’4’, beautiful shoulder length blonde hair that she mostly kept tied in a bun when she was working, a small button nose with a delicate smile.
She had small B cup breasts, but naturally perky and round in her youth and was more than made up for with her model like toned abs and kardashianesque bum, achieved through years of training.
She was attractive but with a humility and niceness that evaded most girls of her form.
Many guys would have hit on her at the gym had it not been for her husband.
Blake, also a personal trainer and the gym’s owner.
A hulk of a man, 30 years old, standing at 6’4’.
Sharp black hair and a razor like beard adonned his stature and added to his already rugged masculine features.
He was a no nonsense, control freak, always looking to best others.
If a guy was squatting 200kg for a personal best, he would squat 220kg for a warm up to prove a point.
Emily couldn’t bear the sight of Clay’s struggling anymore, he was going to hurt himself in her gym.
‘I don’t usually do this’
She approached.
Clay tilted his head round as he lowered the weights, seeing the attractive blonde gave him memories of his youth of attractive girls approaching him to get his attention and filled him with a certain egotistical pride.
‘I normally charge to teach beginners how to use
equipment but I don’t want to see you hurt yourself’
His pride evaporated.
Although, he knew he could really use the help.
‘Yeah I’ve never really used weights before but thought it couldn’t be that difficult, what should I do’
Emily smiled.
‘Most people think that til they actually get started’
She proceeded to show him the form required to keep him safe.
‘Thanks for your help, I would have probably left in an ambulance if I kept going’
‘Yeah no kidding haha, there’s also a workout that you can superset to work on progressively overloading your shoulders after a chest workout’
Clay vacantly looked, nodding and pretending to understand what she was saying.
‘You just sit up and lift the weights above your head with your arms bent next to your shoulders’
She guided Clay’s arms and briefly touched his sides to keep him upright.
Clay buckled and dropped the weights.
‘Oh my goodness are you okay’
‘Yeah hahah you just tickled me that’s all’
Clay embarrassedly adjusted his shorts.
He had a tickling fetish for as long as he could remember and although brief, excited him immensely.
‘Oh I’m sorry ahah, I didn’t realise strong men could be ticklish’
She jestered to him trying to make light of the situation.
‘Woww okay, that’s pretty mean if you ask me’
‘I’m not trying to be mea-EEEPP’
Clay wiggled his fingers in Emily’s side catching her off guard mid sentence.
‘Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realise strong women could be ticklish’
Emily laughed, fascinated by this amateurs bravado.
‘Oh my god I’m so ticklish, I can’t be that strong’
She joked while looking around to see who had seen the tomfoolery.
Nobody seemed to bat an eye lid minding their own workouts.
‘Well thanks for the help anyway, maybe I’ll book a session if I find myself struggling again’
‘Its no problem, you should do that’
She left and Clay resumed his awkward, yet slightly more skilled workout with Emily’s advice.
He managed around 30 minutes before he exhausted himself and head for the exit.
‘How was your first session’
Clay turned around to see a beast of a man behind him with an intimidating yet welcoming aura.
‘It was tiring, one of your personal trainers really helped me and I’m thinking about booking a session, try and get a bit of a headstart on getting back in shape’
‘That’s good news, I’ve owned this gym for around 8 years now and you’ll be surprised how many people quit after the first session, glad to hear you’ll be back, we are actually running a special on trainers atm, we’re doing a couples discount 2 for 1’
‘Oh I’m not sure my partner will want to come, she already does yoga and with work I don’t know how much time she’ll have’
‘Hey I don’t normally do this’
Clay sensed the impending sales tactic.
‘But if you get her here for one session, I’ll give you that session free for both of you and you can keep the couples discount for 6 months of personal training, who knows she might like it’
Clay was actually quite surprised at the discount offered.
‘Umm yeah okay, that sounds pretty good, I’ll talk to her tonight and see if I can rope her into coming’
‘Oh we’ll get her roped in alright, it’s a great exercise, pointing to the young man alternating between throwing ropes’
Clay laughed.
‘My staff are fully booked until 9pm Friday so if you can swing by then I’ll have Emily free too and we can both guide you through the first session’
Clay pretending not to be excited by training with Emily again nodded.
‘Yeah okay, well I’ll speak to her and come in Friday with her if she’s happy’
‘Sounds great’
With that Clay left for home, reminiscing on tickling the beautiful young blonde at the gym.
Maybe gym was gonna be pretty good after all.
He walked through the door and head straight for the kitchen to find Victoria.
His wife of 4 years, a pale skinned receptionist standing at 5’6’, her wavy long hair was always a sight to behold.
With a young 20 something looking pretty face contradicting her age of 31.
She was toned, although not nearly as close as Emily.
She had slightly larger breasts being a C Cup that Clay adored and a bum that was small but toned and shapely through her weekly yoga sessions.
‘Hey beautiful, what’s for dinner’
‘Hi baby, just a pasta dish tonight, how was gym?’
‘It was actually good, I feel ten years younger’
Victoria laughed.
‘They’re actually doing a special atm’
‘Oh really? Your first gym session and they’re running a special, what are the odds?’
Clay sensed her sarcasm.
‘Okay smart ass’
He goosed her sides from behind as she mixed ingredients.
She wasn’t nearly as ticklish as Emily but still somewhat and jumped.
She knew all about Clay’s fetish and could tolerate tickling like this, brief and playful,
but had grown tired of Clay’s attempts to administer more laugh inducing pin down and restrained sessions.
She had let him early in their relationship, but had grown tired of him getting carried away with it and had put an end to it, so he had to settle for these micro interactions.
‘I’m just saying, it sounds like they’re taking advantage of you being motivated now and get you to spend money early’
‘Well, they’re doing a couples discount actually, they said if you come to just the next available session with me they can give us a 2 for 1 on personal training for 6 months even if you don’t go again’
Victoria was actually quite surprised at the customer service and discount.
‘So you’re telling me, I get to watch you struggle to workout once and then maybe get a fit husband for half price, count me in, when’s the next session’
‘Friday at 9pm’
‘Okay, I finish yoga at 8.30 so that could work’
‘Perfect’
Clay and Victoria entered the gym on Friday at 8.50pm.
Clay was wearing jogging bottoms and an oversized black shirt planned to disguise his figure and sweat he would endure.
Victoria was dressed in light blue yoga bottoms and a white tank top.
It was empty as could be.
‘Clay are you sure they’re even open’
‘Of course they’re open all the lights are on, it must just be cos it’s so late on a Friday there’s no one training’
Clay looked around and couldn’t see anyone in sight.
‘Helloooo’
He called out.
They wandered into the gym looking around, when they thought they heard what sounded like a door locking behind them.
‘Was that a door locking’
‘Oh fuck Clay we’ve probably been locked in I told you it was closed’
They both laughed as they hurried back to the entrance trying to get the attention of whoever just locked them in when they see Blake locking it.
‘Oh you are here, this is my wife Victoria, we came for that session at 9 are you still doing it’
Blake turned around and looked at Victoria smiling.
She was impressed by the sculpt of the impressive man and blushed slightly.
‘I was starting to think you weren’t coming, come through this way to the private room, we have our exclusive equipment in there’
Clay and Victoria followed Blake ready for their workout when they entered a back room that didn’t look like a gym room at all.
All that was in there was a chair, a table and another table with Emily tied up spread eagle in her underwear and a gag in her mouth.
Clay would be lying if he wasn’t slightly turned on by the sight.
They both looked at each other confused.
‘I think there’s been some mistake, we’re not swingers mate I just came to ex-‘
Before he could finish his sentence Blake grabbed him in a bear hug carrying him towards the chair.
Victoria watched stunned as her husband was being carried away by this hulk like figure.
‘WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, PUT ME DOWN!!!!’
Clay struggled desperately although could barely move an inch under Blake’s vice like grip.
Blake without uttering a word plonked him onto the chair and began to tie him up with rope.
Very quickly Clays struggling became futile as he found himself fastly secured to the chair.
‘WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOURE PLAYING AT?!!???’
Blake never replied and instead turned his attention towards Victoria.
She cowered slightly as he walked towards her, knowing there was nothing she could as her husband who was much stronger than she was, was just completely overpowered by this man.
Blake threw Victoria over his shoulder as Emily and Clay watched on in horror.
‘YOU PUT MY WIFE DOWN RIGHT FUCKING NOW ARSEHOLE!!!!’
Blake effortlessly lifted Victoria’s arms above her head one by one and tied rope around the high bars of the shoulder press in a Y position.
He then pulled her legs out, with the effort of lifting a cup of a coffee off a table, and stretched them, tying at the ankles, so she was now spread eagle in the same manner as Emily.
With that he turned his attention towards Clay once more.
Clay shuddered, scared of what in the world was going on.
‘So it appears you have a soft spot for my wife Clay’
‘What??’
Clay barely uttered out.
‘It took me a while to get her to admit it but I saw it, do you think it’s okay to just tickle random women you see?’
Clay gulped ashamed and unable to say anything.
He knew his wife was listening and he’d been caught tickling another woman when she knew about his fetish.
Also, this deranged brute had found out and had him tied up completely at his mercy.
‘I…it wasn’t like that’
‘I’ll ask again Clay, do you think it’s okay to tickle random women?’
‘It was just a joke, she tickled me first by accident and I was messing around’
Blake shot his head towards his own tied up wife who had a nervous look on her face.
‘You left that part out’
He turned back towards Clay.
‘You see I don’t like people who think they can come in to my gym and tickle my wife right in front of me, and I think you enjoyed it, that’s not something people just do’
‘What…what’
‘Don’t fucking lie to me Clay, but don’t worry I’m going to find out’
With that he walked over to Emily who was shrieking under her gag and started to scribble his fingers on her bare feet while staring at Clay.
Clay gawked at what unfolded.
‘Is this what you like Clay? Is this what you want to see’
Clay was dumbfounded, he never thought that his fetish would lead him to this crazy moment, where his own tied up wife watched silently shocked.
Emily bucked crazily under her bonds.
‘TSKSKSJSJSHGSGSGS’
Was all that could be heard from her gag.
‘Does this make you happy Clay, seeing beautiful women getting tickled on their feet’
Clays stomach turned, he did like it, in fact he loved it, but this was a strange atmosphere and it caused a lot of conflicting tension for him.
‘No perhaps you like the ribs’
With that he dug his bear like hands into Emily’s toned sides.
‘AHAHAHAHAHHSBDJDHDBSBSBSBDB’
Clay was mesmerised. He could feel his cock start to stretch under his jogging bottoms, he couldn’t stop it.
Blake noticed the sudden movement in Clays pants watching intently.
‘Or maybe it’s the armpits’
Blake dug two fingers into each of his wife’s pits causing her to shriek under her gag.
‘AHHHHHHHHHHHSHHSHSBSBSBSBSBSBS’
Clay couldn’t fight it anymore, his cock grew and sprang to life visibly showing through his jogging bottoms.
‘Oh so you do like it you fucking twisted pervert’
Clay turned red with those words as Blake relented and returned to Clay’s side.
‘So you came into my gym and tickled my wife to give yourself a little hard on is that right Clay’
‘I….i..it wasn-‘
‘Oh but it was Clay, it was exactly like that, now since you think it’s okay to just tickle someone else’s wife who you don’t even know, I think it’s only fair I return the favour’
Blake shot his attention to Victoria who was now getting nervous at her learned fate but still silent.
Clay had to say something
‘You can’t do this, this is sick’
‘Is it Clay? Is it sick, is that what you think of what you did?’
Clay was shellshocked.
He realised he could do nothing.
He was completely restrained, Blake had a point and he could do nothing to help his defenceless wife, who had been dragged into this sick game from his own actions.
Blake settled beside Victoria.
‘I don’t want to do this, this is your husbands fault’
Victoria ushered out now realising it was impending as heart started to race
‘Please don’t’
Blake started to untie Victoria’s gym shoes and remove them.
‘I don’t have a choice’
Clay watched mortified.
Blake began to strip her sweaty socks revealing a small size 4 foot, painted with a light blue shade coincidentally matching her pants.
Victoria gulped, she had the power to stop Clay tickling her through love, but this, this was something different she had no power to control. So animalistic in nature.
Blake started to graze his big bear like paws over Victoria’s soles.
Scratching between her heels and arches slowly.
‘Mmmffff hahahaha okohhhhhhh’
Clay started to get a sense of anger rise within him.
Blake started to increase the pace and scribble more searching her soles.
Victoria wiggled in her restraints.
‘Ooohhhh mmfmfnfnfndnfndnfahahahah’
Blake picked up the pace further until Victoria broke into real laughter.
‘Ohhhhahahhahahahahahahahah shit hahahahhabahahahahahababhaha’
Victoria threw her head side to side wiggling with all her might.
‘Stop hahahahhahahahahahahbs oh my god hahahahahsh you’re so strong’
Clay had never seen Victoria this ticklish, she had always been ticklish but usually it would take him a while to get laughter out of her and it was usually short lived. That and the fact she was almost complimenting her masochistic captor made him sick to his stomach.
‘GET THE FUCK OFF HER OR IM CALLING THE POLICE YOU PSYCHO!!’
Blake laughed
‘Okay call them, the phones just out in the hall there’
Clays rage intensified and his cock started to shrivel.
Blake started to raise his fingers, working his way up Victoria’s calves and behind her knees and finally landing at her inner thighs.
Victoria grew in desperation as this impressive stranger run his fingers over her more intimate areas only her husband touched.
‘OOOOHHHH ABAHAHAHAHAHHAHA YOURE SO NSUGHTY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH’
Clay see red.
‘STOP THIS RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKING CREEP!!!!!!’
Blake paused the tickling of Clay’s wife and walked over to him grabbing Victoria’s socks on the way before shoving them in Clay’s mouth and taping over it.
Clay was now gagged like Emily.
‘That oughta shut you up’
With that he returned to Victoria somewhat excited by her complimentary reactions and the rise he was getting out of Clay.
He placed his hands on her hips and started to gently dig in with his huge hands.
Victoria went beserk.
‘OHHHHBNM MY HAHAHAH GOD HAHAHAHAHHAVAHAHA’
Victoria bucked wildly as his hands danced from her hips into her delicate sides and dug with an intensity that sent shockwaves to her brain.
‘SHIT HAHAHSHHAHAHAHSHHA YOURE SO MEAN HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA’
Blake laughed as Victoria struggled.
Clay could only watch almost silently, unable to say anything tangible, when he felt his erection start to come back that left him disgusted in himself.
‘It’s crazy Clay, I could swear your wife is enjoying this, now why would you want to tickle someone else with such a smoking hot ticklish wife at home who enjoys it as much as you do’
Blake lifted his hands either side of Victoria’s breasts and started to scribble again rising up to her armpits and back down.
‘OHHHHH HAHAHAHA YOU ARE SUCH A NAUGHTY BOYyyyyabahhahahahahah’
Clay couldn’t believe how ticklish Victoria was right now, he had never been able to get her to laugh this much and couldn’t understand why, and what’s worse it was like she was egging him on.
Victoria knew, having this muscly, handsome man invade her helpless sensitive body gave her so much excitement she hadn’t felt in years, however torturous this newfound sensitivity had made it for her.
‘HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA’
She laughed away.
Blake started to enjoy it too, seeing this sexy little redhead dance away under his fingers he felt his own dick start to grow.
‘I think I might have to keep tickling your wife for a while Clay I’m starting to have fun’
Emily watched mortified at hearing this.
She hadn’t said a word, partly due to her gag but also as she didn’t want her husband to turn back onto tickling her desperately ticklish body again.
She decided to remain silent and avoid watching as much as she could.
Clay on the other hand couldn’t stop watching in horror.
The confusing mix of anger, jealousy, betrayal and shame washed over him and kept his cock rock hard.
Blake started to up the ante and get carried away.
One hand spidering her armpits and the other digging into her hips before switching to her feet, ribs and thighs and all over again.
‘You’re such a sexy little thing aren’t you, I think you’re enjoying yourself you ticklish little slut’
Victoria threw herself any way she could.
She could feel her pussy start to tingle as this strong sexy man played mind games with her.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHBAS OOOHHHHH HAHAHAHA’
Clay couldn’t believe his ears.
Was that a moan that just left his wife’s lips.
His anger peaked as Blake looked over at him and smiled letting off a wink.
He yelled into his gag but it was no use.
He couldn’t do anything even if he was free.
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAVAHAHABHAHAHAHA’
Victoria’s laughter filled the room at least five times over before Blake gave her a break to breathe.
‘You see Clay, I don’t get mad, I get even, and I want you to know this was your doing, if you hadn’t flirted with my wife, I wouldn’t have ever had to put you through this’
Victoria lay panting and adjusting herself in her restraints to a more comfortable position looking at Clay.
‘I’ll be right back for round two’
Blake left the room.
Clay and Victoria looked at each other.
‘Why would you tickle this woman Clay? You know how I feel about you tickling other women, now look at what you’ve got me into’
Clay could only muffle a response under his gag with an ashamed look on his face.
Nothing he said would have mattered, and Clay knew it.
Some actions speak louder than words and his were undeniable.
Blake returned to the room with a pair of scissors in hand.
‘I think it’s time we let your wife get some air what do you think Clay’
Clays eyes widened in fear.
Victoria gestured
‘NOoooo COME ONnn THIS IS TOO FAR’
Although Clay could sense a playfulness in her response, it wasn’t like when she had told him to stop tickling her throughout their marriage.
It had a seductive ring to it.
Blake heard it too.
With little resistance, not that much could have been met, he jaggedly cut the fabric from Victoria’s body leaving her beautifully toned glistening body bare.
Clay couldn’t look away.
Blake marvelled at the beauty before him.
She was less toned than his wife but still very in shape and her boobs were magnificent.
It had been revealed that Victoria’s nipples were firm and yet only Blake could see from his angle the slight arousal on Victoria’s pussy.
Blake licked his lips as he threw the torn fabrics on top of Clay in his restraints.
Further insult for an already deeply ashamed Clay.
The only respite this gave him was that it covered his pulsing manhood.
Blake returned to skittering his fingers over Victoria’s feet while teasing
‘Your body looks like you want me to tickle Victoria, tell me is that true?’
‘HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAB NO’
‘Now don’t lie to me sexy, liars only get punished’
He switched to digging into her sensitive inner thighs.
‘OHHB SNHSHSHAHAHAHAHAHA SHIT HAHAHAHAHHA’
‘Come on tell me the truth or I’ll stop and leave you here’
Victoria was confused, she was getting tired and hot and was in a world of unbearable torture, but there was something so primal, so exciting about her predicament, she was overcome with an urge to see where this would lead
‘HAHAHAHHAHA OKAY OKAY HAHAHAHAHAH I DO HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA’
Blake wanted to smile at Clay but couldn’t look away from Victoria as he switched again to dancing his massive calloused fingertips on her belly and sides.
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHA WHY ARE YOU HAHAHAHHAH SO GOOOD AT THICKLING ME HAHAHAHAAHHS’
Clay could have melted had his body allowed him.
He slumped in his restraints, devastated.
Still rock hard.
Blake loving the energy from this little redhead teased
‘OHHHH because I know you want me to be, now who’s a good little tickle slut?’
Victoria was becoming hornier and hornier over her tight vulnerable body being toyed with by this mysterious hulking man.
‘I AMAMMMMMN HAHAHAHAHAHHAH’
‘I’m sorry I didn’t catch that?’
‘IM AH HAHHAHAHA GOOOD LITTLEEE TICHAHSHSHA TICKLE SLUTTHSHSHAHAHAH’
Blake’s cock was now solid and he was becoming just as horny as Victoria as her pussy started to drip.
He switched to tickling her boobs and nipples with incredible unrelenting pace.
‘Ooooohhhhh HAHAHAHHA OOOOOHHHHH HAHAHAH’
Victoria was becoming hotter than ever as she craved his fingers more and more on her naked flesh despite the torturous sensations.
‘Are you gonna come visit me for some training sessions and be my good little tickle slut forever’
‘HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAB’
While Victoria was loving her situation, she didn’t want to sign up to something that would upset her husband and destroy her marriage long term.
She glanced at Clay who could no longer watch and didn’t return the glance.
Blake smirked as if he could read her thoughts
‘Don’t worry, Clay will come and watch again, he loves watching look how hard he is’
He walked over and removed Victoria’s torn clothes revealing Clay’s throbbing erection through his jogging bottoms.
Victoria was stunned still wiggling frantically as her breasts were tickled endlessly.
She had been kidnapped and tickled for what was maybe 45 minutes and her husband was horny over it.
Maybe this was the spark her marriage needed, this was the thing that could let her be tickled and they can both enjoy it.
She was overcome with desire, a burning lust that lit her own horniness like a fuse.
‘YOU CAN TICKLE MEEEEE HAHAHAHAHHA EVERY WEEEEEKKKK’
‘Are you asking or telling?’
‘ASKING HAHAHAHAHHAHA PLEASSEEE TICJLKEEE ME MORE HAHAHAHHAHA’
‘I’ll book you in every Friday, only if you promise to bring Clay here’
‘I PROMISSSSHAHAHHAHAHAH’
Blake getting carried away switched his attention once more to her smooth sensitive armpits
‘NOOO SHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA’
Victoria was on a knife’s edge, she was at her peak horniness and needed more.
Desperately needed more.
‘PLEASSEEE FUCCKCKK MMEEE HAHAHAHAHHA MASTERRR’
Blake and Clay were astounded.
Blake couldn’t believe she had asked him this, in front of her husband and his wife, he reached a new level.
Clay couldn’t bear to look, a single tear flowed down his cheek while his cock still bounced.
He was truly defeated.
Blake without missing a beat stripped his shorts off and released Victoria’s legs while climbing onto the table.
‘OHHHHHHHHHHHH’
Victoria screamed instantly, shocked at the speed of which Blake had penetrated her.
Blake grunted deeply.
‘OHHHH FUCKKKK YOURE SOO BIGG OOHHHHHHHHH’
Victoria was in paradise, the big pulsing cock inside of her after the tickling was sheer bliss.
Blake kept a violent steady tempo.
‘OHHHH FUCKKKKKKK YESSSS’
Blake took one of his huge hands and wrapped it around Victoria’s neck, firmly choking the sides, while the other danced in her armpit as he pounded.
‘OHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHHA FUCK IM GONNA COME HAHAHAHAHAH’
Victoria’s whole body tensed for what seemed like eternity, before finally slumping back down as Blake grunted and returned in kindness, finishing over her boobs.
He climbed off the table and released her arms, telling her to release Clay as he left the room.
Clay couldn’t even look at Victoria as she untied him.
Blake returned with gym clothes and the name of his gym plastered all over them, adding more salt in the wounds for Clay.
He see them out after Victoria dressed and slapped Clay on the back, while saying
‘I’ll see you both next week for our next session’
Victoria giggled and Clay couldn’t respond.
Blake walked back into Emily who was still tied up, triumphantly.
‘Now tell me Emily, why do you think it’s okay to tickle other men?’
