Definitely totally straight Criston is back for another tickle session with his older gay 'Ler. This time, his Dom pushes just how far Criston can justify his sessions as "totally not gay, just kink" as his submission grows even deeper to this man.
Part One: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/im-still-straight-though-m-m.443286/
Thank you for all the kind replies to part one! It takes me a lot of effort to write these so getting nice comments really makes the work feel worthwhile. I have some hot ideas for a third part, definitely comment if you wish for more because I'd love to hear it!
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Criston took in the nice 3-bedroom house, double checking Google maps to make sure he was in the right place. Sure enough, this was the house he had been told to arrive at by CuffsAndKink, or rather by Louis Rand as he now knew him, the pair having decided that if he was going to see Criston’s hard cock a second time they probably should be on a named basis. Criston shuffled nervously up the cobbled path leading to the sizeable home, curtly knocking on the front door. He shifted anxiously from foot to foot as he could make out a shadowy figure through the frosted glass on the door. The door swung open, revealing a visibly eager Louis.
“Criston! Glad you got here fine, come in”, Louis exclaimed with warmth, inviting Criston inside with a wave of his arm.
“Yeah, you didn’t tell me you had a nice big house to yourself! Makes me wonder why we did our first session in my cramped one bed”, Criston joked, kicking off his shoes and leaving them in the hall.
“Maybe I get off on tying up young men and making them beg in their own bedroom”, Louis laughed, poking at Criston’s side which elicited a squeal from the 23-year-old.
“And this time I’ll be begging in your bedroom, won’t I”, Criston replied somewhat coyly. A little alarm went off in his head at the man suggesting he “gets off” on it. Of course he knew Louis was joking around, and that there was nothing wrong with him getting turned on as Criston so clearly had been himself; part of Criston’s mind had convinced itself that this wasn’t really sexual, just playing around with mutual kinky interests, something he still kept in his mind even despite the award winning amount of cum he had shot out last time. The two hadn’t messaged much about how far things might go in their second session, or even if they would go as far as the first one, but Criston found that ambiguity oddly exciting.
“Not my bedroom, no”, Louis divulged mischievously. “Come with me”.
Louis led Criston up the stairs, to a room tucked at the end of the upstairs hallway. He produced a rusted old key from his pocket, rattling it around in the lock. The door opened with a click, and Louis ushered Criston into the dark room. Louis tapped on a small remote waiting on a table next to the door, triggering a string of red LED lights taped into the edges of the roof. Criston’s eyes grew wide at the sight before him; bathed in a soft red hue was a fully-fledged mini dungeon.
In one corner sat a large bed, but the metal frame built around it and the D ring hooks built into the posts and headboard distinguished it from any normal bed. On the other side of the room was a bondage chair rigged with dozens of straps to immobilise any possible joint, with a built-in set of stocks at the end. Up against the wall was a very sturdy-looking X cross, with open leather cuffs hanging suggestively from each corner. A long table was set up next to the door with an entire arsenal of kinky implements laid out neatly. Among this was a variety of cuffs, ropes, gags, hoods, paddles, and other items Criston didn’t even recognise. Tucked under the table was a black chest, likely filled with even more naughty tools. The room wasn’t massive by any means, but it was clear Louis had managed to pack it with as much as he could.
“Wow, and I thought the house was the biggest surprise”, Criston uttered incredulously.
“Haha yeah, this is probably a tiny bit overwhelming. This is part of the reason I didn’t invite you over first, last thing I wanted was to scare you with… all this”, Louis explained with a mixture of pride and embarrassment, as if Criston had seen a drawing that was half finished.
“Definitely too much for a first time, agreed”, Criston confirmed light-heartedly. “But honestly, this is actually so cool though!
“Glad you think so, it wasn’t exactly cheap to put together”, he chuckled. “So, what do you want to start with? We can go with the bed if that’s more familiar and uncomfortable for you”.
“Certainly more familiar, but I want to try some of this awesome stuff”, Criston responded with glee. He walked over to the X cross and ran his hand along the hefty stand coated in cool black leather. “I’ve always wanted to try one of these?”.
“I love to use that one! It exposes you to me, but also keeps you standing as if you’re on display”, Louis explained with excitement.
“Strip down for me boy”, Louis commanded firmly. This rattled Criston a little, who was used to the man being either playful or mischievous. Criston pulled off his baggy hoodie and shirt and dumped them on the floor. Next, he unbuckled his belt, allowing his oversized jeans to fall to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. Louis looked him over, stood there in his black boxers. The Dom was sporting a gleeful grin, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement.
“Arms up to the corners”, Louis instructed, Criston obliging seamlessly. Louis grabbed his arm roughly and pulled it out, swiftly buckling it into a leather cuff. He followed suit with the other arm, leaving both appendages stretched out wide, his armpits dangerously exposed. “Let’s spread those legs”, Louis said cunningly. He kicked Criston’s feet apart, tying them down to the lower parts of the cross. The Sub was bound in an X shape now. He shifted nervously on the spot, able to twist the centre of his body to a moderate degree but unable to break out of the starfish position or cover any of his vulnerable spots.
“Look at you, stood there all stretched out for me to use however I want”, Louis taunted, walking confidently over to the tool table. He perused the selection for a few moments before returning with a handful of strips of red silk. He wrapped some silk around Criston’s eyes and tied it behind his head, the fabric doing a surprisingly good job at blocking his vision. “Here’s a little secret about me; I actually prefer more makeshift restraints and tools over traditional BDSM gear. I guess it seems more… personal? Like you belong to me”, Louis explained with domineering sincerity.
“So, are you ready my tickle slave?”, Louis questioned. Criston opened his mouth to reply, but as soon as his lips parted a wad of fabric was forced into his mouth. Another strip was tied around his mouth, trapping the stuffing inside and muffling the Sub’s surprised groans. “Ah ah ah, slaves in my dungeon don’t get to talk”, Louis informed him. Criston squirmed around, caught off guard by how dominant Louis was compared to last time. The session already felt less like playful fun and more like a real exercise in submission, although Criston was intrigued by that prospect. “Be thankful that I used soft silk to gag you. Next time, I’m going to stuff a pair of boxers in that mouth, either mine or yours”, Louis remarked.
“Aaank ooo”, replied Criston, getting out what noises he could. “You’re welcome slave”, the Dom replied with a chuckle, pleased that his partner was playing along. Louis slid up close against Criston, whispering in his ear. “You better remember your finger-clicking safety motion, because I’m not going to ask nicely this time, I’m going to take what I want”. Criston was covered in goosebumps now. Why am I surrendering myself to a kinky gay man?, Criston thought to himself. Last time was just some fun that escalated a bit, but this time… who knows what he’ll do to me! And who knows why I feel like I want to let him.
“Time to tease your slim body again my slave”, Louis announced. A hand cupped his waist, running up and down from his ribs to his hip. “I love playing with fit young guys like you. Such a gorgeous body, but you’re so scared to show it off. Well now you have no choice”, Louis teased, trailing his fingertips along Criston’s tight stomach. The other hand began to rake Criston’s right armpit playfully. The Sub jerked slightly as giggles started to form in his throat. The roaming hand caressed his naked chest, causing the skin to tingle nicely. Despite having submitted to Louis, Criston felt a sudden rush of intimacy and closeness with him.
“Is something funny?”, the Dom asked with faux-agitation, as if Criston had deliberately been rude to him. Louis gripped Criston’s nipple firmly before twisting it hard enough to transform the Sub’s quiet laughter into a pained whine. He ramped up the pit tickling, followed by greater pressure on the nipple, with Criston swaying back and forth between frantic laughing and agonised moaning. His body hung forward in an attempt to struggle away, but his arms and legs were staunchly restrained to the cross. Criston wasn’t used to pain at all, and found it greatly overwhelming. He began to consider whether Louis was interested in the sessions solely for tickling as he was, or if the man just wanted a sub to dominate,
“Noo—thhhinn-ggss fuu-nnnyy, pweasee”, Criston mumbled into the gag, embarrassed by how desperate a bit of pain could make him.
“What’s that slave?”, Louis replied in a smugly innocent tone.
“PWEASSEEE, ITT HUURRTSS”, Criston pleaded.
“So? I enjoy tormenting my slave and you can’t do anything to stop me!”, the Dom retorted cruelly.
Despite his strong words, Louis quickly let go of the now blushing red nipple. The Dom was not being merciful however, as the free hand descended upon the other armpit with a hunger for tickles. Louis’s fingers whisked the helpless pits with passion, eliciting a stream of laughter from his powerless submissive. The silk gag did little to suppress his sounds, so the giggles echoed around the entire dungeon. “Aww, are your silly little pitties ticklish?”, Louis cooed in a demeaning baby voice. “Noo-ooo-oo… I’mm-mm juuusstt fii-nnne”, Criston joked back, running out of breath. Of course, the truth was evident based on just how hard the tormented sub was yanking against his leather cuffs.
Louis dropped the armpit tickles, graciously allowing Criston a brief moment to recover. His nipple still stung a little, and although he couldn’t see it, he expected his armpits must be painted with faint red trails from all the scribbling. “God, I love how spread out you are for me. I can just reach my hand out and do this”, he said, grabbing hold of Criston’s balls through his underwear. “I literally have your balls in the palm of my hand. You have to obey me, because if not…”, he began to squeeze them until Criston whimpered, before easing off. The testicle pain was different than the nipple. It created a swirling, nauseous feeling in his stomach. Criston knew that if his Dom tortured his balls, no doubt he could convince the poor Sub to do almost anything.
“Don’t worry though! I’ll get to your balls soon enough. For now, I want to tickle a spot I didn’t try last time”, Louis revealed. His fingers started to prod very lightly into Criston’s ribs, forcing him to yelp and jerk forward. The digits deviously poked in between the bones, targeting the highly sensitive muscles underneath. This sensation was much different than his other tickle spots. Being teased in his armpits or feet felt like a steady soft electric shock; in comparison, the pressing at his ribs was more like a straight jolt of static. The prodding got more intense as Louis massaged around his ribs.
“Ahhh-haahhaa… nooo-oo-oooo…. Itttss soo-oo seeeenssitiivee”, Criston squealed into his gag. He tugged frantically on the cuffs, unable to do anything but rattle the D clips connecting him to the cross. The normal tickling feeling was usually a mix of torment and pleasure for Criston, but the rib tickling was quickly making him overwhelmed and exhausted in a way he hadn’t experienced before. “So, you don’t like this spot huh?”, Louis asked with smug surprise. “Well maybe I’ll keep your ribs company for a long time then, how would you like that?”.
“NOO-OOOO PLEE-AASSEE DOO-ONNNT”, Criston implored him. The fingers did not relent, continuing to dig around his ribs. The Sub’s knees buckled as his body contorted itself in a futile attempt to use up the surge of energy pulsing from his tormented area. Criston felt truly powerless, as for the first time the tickling reached a point he would describe as outright unpleasant for him. He clasped his fingers together, ready to snap and let off him safe signal, but resisted just a little longer. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll leave your ribs alone. But first, you must beg me to strip you of those cute black boxers”, Louis offered devilishly.
“PLEEASS-EEE REMO-VVEE MY BOXXE-ERRSS, STR-IPPP MEEE NAKEDDD”, Criston urged him desperately with no hesitation. “If you really want it that badly”, Louis replied, his words laced with complete satisfaction. His hands withdrew from the tortured ribs. Criston hung limply from the cross, tired and somewhat sweaty. Suddenly he felt Louis fiddling with his leg restraints. The Dom unclipped the cuffs from the cross, but left them buckled on the ankles. His boxers were pulled down with one swift move, and Criston stepped out of them almost without thinking. His cock and balls hung free now.
Next, he felt hands on his calves, guiding his legs closer together. The Sub obliged, narrowing the gap between his feet until some sort of metal clip was attached to both cuffs, binding his feet together roughly 10 inches apart. His arm restraints were similarly unclipped from the cross, as Louis dragged him into the centre of the room and spun him around so that his butt was facing his captor. Criston’s arms were seized and yanked behind him; his hands brought together in the small of his back. Another metal clip connected his wrist cuffs 5 inches apart.
“Walk forward, slave”, Louis whispered in Criston’s ear, before placing a hand on the Sub’s naked ass cheek and nudging him to move. Criston shuffled ahead with small steps due to his leg bindings. He was anxious about tripping and falling over, unable to see due to the silk blindfold and unable to protect himself from a fall with his hands bound behind him. Criston truly felt like a prisoner with his movement heavily restricted, being forced to follow his master’s direction. Most embarrassingly he could feel his dick swaying back and forth as he moved, although admittedly it was semi-hard.
“Stop there”, Louis commanded. Criston stopped in place, with no idea where in the room he was. Louis abruptly pushed Criston strongly from behind, sending him careening forwards. The bound sub cringed as he expected a firm crash onto the soft dungeon carpet, but instead was greeted softly by the spring of a mattress. Louis joined his scrambling sub on the bed, grabbing Criston’s bound wrists and ankles. He brought the cuffed limbs close by each other and linked the connecting clips with a small chain. Criston was now tied in a tight hogtie, laying on his front with his hands and feet chained together around his butt. The Sub rolled around as much as possible, but any real movement was impossible with all his cuffed to each other.
“Struggle as much as you want, you aren’t getting free”, Louis challenged him. “Now the good thing about a hogtie is that it exposes the one spot I couldn’t get on the cross”. Criston began to flap his feet, panicking as he knew he was forced to present them to his captor. Louis opened with a flurry of tickles right on his slave’s soles. Criston giggled, wiggling his butt as he failed to escape the assault. The nails traced his arches, gliding daintily over the skin with teasing strokes. Criston was in hysterics, straining both his arm and leg muscles in a hopeless bargain to snap the chain binding the hogtie.
“Coochie coochie coo, tickle tickle little slut”, Louis mocked as he raked along from the heels to the pads of his toes. The more Criston thrashed around from the tickles, the more he found himself humping the mattress. He could feel the pre-cum begin to leak from his cock onto the bed. The fingertips grazed along his toes, deepening his laughter as he desperately tried to scrunch up his feet and pull them away from his tormenter. Something wet swept along his left foot. The tongue ran up and down, painting Criston’s sole in saliva. The foot licking was highly effective, but also felt strangely intimate for the terribly confused sub.
“I bet before you created your Grindr account, you never imagined being tied up naked in a gay guy’s house, laughing as tickles and licks your feet”, Louis quizzed salaciously. The Dom let go of his feet and turned Criston on to his side, belly facing his master. A hand gripped his now bulging erection. “I bet you wouldn’t think you’d be so hard either. And look at all the pre-cum you’ve dribbled on my blanket!”, Louis derided him. “Sowwy”, Criston mumbled ashamedly into his gag.
“Do you want to cum again this time slave?”, Louis asked, his hand still around his Sub’s shaft. Criston nodded shyly. “I’m not going to do all the work this time. If you want to cum, you need to fuck my hand”, Louis instructed. Criston lay still, nervously apprehensive. Last time he had merely allowed Louis to jerk him off, whereas this time he would need to be an active participant in his orgasm with another man. Although the distinction was small, Criston was still hesitant to push that boundary.
“Want a bit of motivation?”, Louis inquired playfully. His other hand spidered over Criston’s scrotum, causing the Sub to wriggle around on the bed once more and pump his own cock with Louis’ stationary hand as he did so. Criston moaned and laughed in equal measure as he thrusted his hips back and forth. His cock grew even harder between Louis’ fingers, the head slick with copious amounts of pre-cum. Louis softly clawed his quivering balls, but Criston’s laughter died out as his moans caught in his throat. He began to gasp for air through his gag as the orgasm became closer and closer. His thrusting got faster, fucking the unmoving hand with reckless energy. Just on the precipice of climax, Louis’ hand opened, letting the twitching cock bounce around in the air.
“Nooo-ooo ughhhhh”, Criston groaned as the denied orgasm hit him like a bucket of cold water. Louis untied the strip of silk from around Criston’s mouth before pulling out the bundle of now saliva-soaked silk that he had stuffed inside. “Before you cum, I want you to admit something. Tell me that you’re gay for tickling, tell me how much you love it”, Louis demanded. Criston bit on his tongue. He definitely didn’t want to admit anything, but the desire for orgasm gnawed at him unbearably.
“I… I’m gay for tickling. I love it… it turns me on so much and makes me so hard”, Criston uttered, his voice low and faint. He felt awkward saying it, especially since he hadn’t said anything ungagged in a session until now. “Good boy”, Louis praised him, grabbing his cock again and jacking it vigorously. Criston came in seconds, shooting his load all over the bed. He lay there, taking deep breaths as he recovered from the rush of pleasure. Louis took hold of his restraints, but instead of unbuckling him like last time, he flipped Criston back onto his front.
“Well since you’ve just professed how much you love my tickling, how about some more tickles… post orgasm?”, Louis suggested with demonic glee. Criston tried to protest, but the Dom clamped a hand around the Sub’s mouth, stifling his cries. “Tickle tickle tickle, I think this will be a long night indeed”.
Part One: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/im-still-straight-though-m-m.443286/
Thank you for all the kind replies to part one! It takes me a lot of effort to write these so getting nice comments really makes the work feel worthwhile. I have some hot ideas for a third part, definitely comment if you wish for more because I'd love to hear it!
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Criston took in the nice 3-bedroom house, double checking Google maps to make sure he was in the right place. Sure enough, this was the house he had been told to arrive at by CuffsAndKink, or rather by Louis Rand as he now knew him, the pair having decided that if he was going to see Criston’s hard cock a second time they probably should be on a named basis. Criston shuffled nervously up the cobbled path leading to the sizeable home, curtly knocking on the front door. He shifted anxiously from foot to foot as he could make out a shadowy figure through the frosted glass on the door. The door swung open, revealing a visibly eager Louis.
“Criston! Glad you got here fine, come in”, Louis exclaimed with warmth, inviting Criston inside with a wave of his arm.
“Yeah, you didn’t tell me you had a nice big house to yourself! Makes me wonder why we did our first session in my cramped one bed”, Criston joked, kicking off his shoes and leaving them in the hall.
“Maybe I get off on tying up young men and making them beg in their own bedroom”, Louis laughed, poking at Criston’s side which elicited a squeal from the 23-year-old.
“And this time I’ll be begging in your bedroom, won’t I”, Criston replied somewhat coyly. A little alarm went off in his head at the man suggesting he “gets off” on it. Of course he knew Louis was joking around, and that there was nothing wrong with him getting turned on as Criston so clearly had been himself; part of Criston’s mind had convinced itself that this wasn’t really sexual, just playing around with mutual kinky interests, something he still kept in his mind even despite the award winning amount of cum he had shot out last time. The two hadn’t messaged much about how far things might go in their second session, or even if they would go as far as the first one, but Criston found that ambiguity oddly exciting.
“Not my bedroom, no”, Louis divulged mischievously. “Come with me”.
Louis led Criston up the stairs, to a room tucked at the end of the upstairs hallway. He produced a rusted old key from his pocket, rattling it around in the lock. The door opened with a click, and Louis ushered Criston into the dark room. Louis tapped on a small remote waiting on a table next to the door, triggering a string of red LED lights taped into the edges of the roof. Criston’s eyes grew wide at the sight before him; bathed in a soft red hue was a fully-fledged mini dungeon.
In one corner sat a large bed, but the metal frame built around it and the D ring hooks built into the posts and headboard distinguished it from any normal bed. On the other side of the room was a bondage chair rigged with dozens of straps to immobilise any possible joint, with a built-in set of stocks at the end. Up against the wall was a very sturdy-looking X cross, with open leather cuffs hanging suggestively from each corner. A long table was set up next to the door with an entire arsenal of kinky implements laid out neatly. Among this was a variety of cuffs, ropes, gags, hoods, paddles, and other items Criston didn’t even recognise. Tucked under the table was a black chest, likely filled with even more naughty tools. The room wasn’t massive by any means, but it was clear Louis had managed to pack it with as much as he could.
“Wow, and I thought the house was the biggest surprise”, Criston uttered incredulously.
“Haha yeah, this is probably a tiny bit overwhelming. This is part of the reason I didn’t invite you over first, last thing I wanted was to scare you with… all this”, Louis explained with a mixture of pride and embarrassment, as if Criston had seen a drawing that was half finished.
“Definitely too much for a first time, agreed”, Criston confirmed light-heartedly. “But honestly, this is actually so cool though!
“Glad you think so, it wasn’t exactly cheap to put together”, he chuckled. “So, what do you want to start with? We can go with the bed if that’s more familiar and uncomfortable for you”.
“Certainly more familiar, but I want to try some of this awesome stuff”, Criston responded with glee. He walked over to the X cross and ran his hand along the hefty stand coated in cool black leather. “I’ve always wanted to try one of these?”.
“I love to use that one! It exposes you to me, but also keeps you standing as if you’re on display”, Louis explained with excitement.
“Strip down for me boy”, Louis commanded firmly. This rattled Criston a little, who was used to the man being either playful or mischievous. Criston pulled off his baggy hoodie and shirt and dumped them on the floor. Next, he unbuckled his belt, allowing his oversized jeans to fall to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. Louis looked him over, stood there in his black boxers. The Dom was sporting a gleeful grin, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement.
“Arms up to the corners”, Louis instructed, Criston obliging seamlessly. Louis grabbed his arm roughly and pulled it out, swiftly buckling it into a leather cuff. He followed suit with the other arm, leaving both appendages stretched out wide, his armpits dangerously exposed. “Let’s spread those legs”, Louis said cunningly. He kicked Criston’s feet apart, tying them down to the lower parts of the cross. The Sub was bound in an X shape now. He shifted nervously on the spot, able to twist the centre of his body to a moderate degree but unable to break out of the starfish position or cover any of his vulnerable spots.
“Look at you, stood there all stretched out for me to use however I want”, Louis taunted, walking confidently over to the tool table. He perused the selection for a few moments before returning with a handful of strips of red silk. He wrapped some silk around Criston’s eyes and tied it behind his head, the fabric doing a surprisingly good job at blocking his vision. “Here’s a little secret about me; I actually prefer more makeshift restraints and tools over traditional BDSM gear. I guess it seems more… personal? Like you belong to me”, Louis explained with domineering sincerity.
“So, are you ready my tickle slave?”, Louis questioned. Criston opened his mouth to reply, but as soon as his lips parted a wad of fabric was forced into his mouth. Another strip was tied around his mouth, trapping the stuffing inside and muffling the Sub’s surprised groans. “Ah ah ah, slaves in my dungeon don’t get to talk”, Louis informed him. Criston squirmed around, caught off guard by how dominant Louis was compared to last time. The session already felt less like playful fun and more like a real exercise in submission, although Criston was intrigued by that prospect. “Be thankful that I used soft silk to gag you. Next time, I’m going to stuff a pair of boxers in that mouth, either mine or yours”, Louis remarked.
“Aaank ooo”, replied Criston, getting out what noises he could. “You’re welcome slave”, the Dom replied with a chuckle, pleased that his partner was playing along. Louis slid up close against Criston, whispering in his ear. “You better remember your finger-clicking safety motion, because I’m not going to ask nicely this time, I’m going to take what I want”. Criston was covered in goosebumps now. Why am I surrendering myself to a kinky gay man?, Criston thought to himself. Last time was just some fun that escalated a bit, but this time… who knows what he’ll do to me! And who knows why I feel like I want to let him.
“Time to tease your slim body again my slave”, Louis announced. A hand cupped his waist, running up and down from his ribs to his hip. “I love playing with fit young guys like you. Such a gorgeous body, but you’re so scared to show it off. Well now you have no choice”, Louis teased, trailing his fingertips along Criston’s tight stomach. The other hand began to rake Criston’s right armpit playfully. The Sub jerked slightly as giggles started to form in his throat. The roaming hand caressed his naked chest, causing the skin to tingle nicely. Despite having submitted to Louis, Criston felt a sudden rush of intimacy and closeness with him.
“Is something funny?”, the Dom asked with faux-agitation, as if Criston had deliberately been rude to him. Louis gripped Criston’s nipple firmly before twisting it hard enough to transform the Sub’s quiet laughter into a pained whine. He ramped up the pit tickling, followed by greater pressure on the nipple, with Criston swaying back and forth between frantic laughing and agonised moaning. His body hung forward in an attempt to struggle away, but his arms and legs were staunchly restrained to the cross. Criston wasn’t used to pain at all, and found it greatly overwhelming. He began to consider whether Louis was interested in the sessions solely for tickling as he was, or if the man just wanted a sub to dominate,
“Noo—thhhinn-ggss fuu-nnnyy, pweasee”, Criston mumbled into the gag, embarrassed by how desperate a bit of pain could make him.
“What’s that slave?”, Louis replied in a smugly innocent tone.
“PWEASSEEE, ITT HUURRTSS”, Criston pleaded.
“So? I enjoy tormenting my slave and you can’t do anything to stop me!”, the Dom retorted cruelly.
Despite his strong words, Louis quickly let go of the now blushing red nipple. The Dom was not being merciful however, as the free hand descended upon the other armpit with a hunger for tickles. Louis’s fingers whisked the helpless pits with passion, eliciting a stream of laughter from his powerless submissive. The silk gag did little to suppress his sounds, so the giggles echoed around the entire dungeon. “Aww, are your silly little pitties ticklish?”, Louis cooed in a demeaning baby voice. “Noo-ooo-oo… I’mm-mm juuusstt fii-nnne”, Criston joked back, running out of breath. Of course, the truth was evident based on just how hard the tormented sub was yanking against his leather cuffs.
Louis dropped the armpit tickles, graciously allowing Criston a brief moment to recover. His nipple still stung a little, and although he couldn’t see it, he expected his armpits must be painted with faint red trails from all the scribbling. “God, I love how spread out you are for me. I can just reach my hand out and do this”, he said, grabbing hold of Criston’s balls through his underwear. “I literally have your balls in the palm of my hand. You have to obey me, because if not…”, he began to squeeze them until Criston whimpered, before easing off. The testicle pain was different than the nipple. It created a swirling, nauseous feeling in his stomach. Criston knew that if his Dom tortured his balls, no doubt he could convince the poor Sub to do almost anything.
“Don’t worry though! I’ll get to your balls soon enough. For now, I want to tickle a spot I didn’t try last time”, Louis revealed. His fingers started to prod very lightly into Criston’s ribs, forcing him to yelp and jerk forward. The digits deviously poked in between the bones, targeting the highly sensitive muscles underneath. This sensation was much different than his other tickle spots. Being teased in his armpits or feet felt like a steady soft electric shock; in comparison, the pressing at his ribs was more like a straight jolt of static. The prodding got more intense as Louis massaged around his ribs.
“Ahhh-haahhaa… nooo-oo-oooo…. Itttss soo-oo seeeenssitiivee”, Criston squealed into his gag. He tugged frantically on the cuffs, unable to do anything but rattle the D clips connecting him to the cross. The normal tickling feeling was usually a mix of torment and pleasure for Criston, but the rib tickling was quickly making him overwhelmed and exhausted in a way he hadn’t experienced before. “So, you don’t like this spot huh?”, Louis asked with smug surprise. “Well maybe I’ll keep your ribs company for a long time then, how would you like that?”.
“NOO-OOOO PLEE-AASSEE DOO-ONNNT”, Criston implored him. The fingers did not relent, continuing to dig around his ribs. The Sub’s knees buckled as his body contorted itself in a futile attempt to use up the surge of energy pulsing from his tormented area. Criston felt truly powerless, as for the first time the tickling reached a point he would describe as outright unpleasant for him. He clasped his fingers together, ready to snap and let off him safe signal, but resisted just a little longer. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll leave your ribs alone. But first, you must beg me to strip you of those cute black boxers”, Louis offered devilishly.
“PLEEASS-EEE REMO-VVEE MY BOXXE-ERRSS, STR-IPPP MEEE NAKEDDD”, Criston urged him desperately with no hesitation. “If you really want it that badly”, Louis replied, his words laced with complete satisfaction. His hands withdrew from the tortured ribs. Criston hung limply from the cross, tired and somewhat sweaty. Suddenly he felt Louis fiddling with his leg restraints. The Dom unclipped the cuffs from the cross, but left them buckled on the ankles. His boxers were pulled down with one swift move, and Criston stepped out of them almost without thinking. His cock and balls hung free now.
Next, he felt hands on his calves, guiding his legs closer together. The Sub obliged, narrowing the gap between his feet until some sort of metal clip was attached to both cuffs, binding his feet together roughly 10 inches apart. His arm restraints were similarly unclipped from the cross, as Louis dragged him into the centre of the room and spun him around so that his butt was facing his captor. Criston’s arms were seized and yanked behind him; his hands brought together in the small of his back. Another metal clip connected his wrist cuffs 5 inches apart.
“Walk forward, slave”, Louis whispered in Criston’s ear, before placing a hand on the Sub’s naked ass cheek and nudging him to move. Criston shuffled ahead with small steps due to his leg bindings. He was anxious about tripping and falling over, unable to see due to the silk blindfold and unable to protect himself from a fall with his hands bound behind him. Criston truly felt like a prisoner with his movement heavily restricted, being forced to follow his master’s direction. Most embarrassingly he could feel his dick swaying back and forth as he moved, although admittedly it was semi-hard.
“Stop there”, Louis commanded. Criston stopped in place, with no idea where in the room he was. Louis abruptly pushed Criston strongly from behind, sending him careening forwards. The bound sub cringed as he expected a firm crash onto the soft dungeon carpet, but instead was greeted softly by the spring of a mattress. Louis joined his scrambling sub on the bed, grabbing Criston’s bound wrists and ankles. He brought the cuffed limbs close by each other and linked the connecting clips with a small chain. Criston was now tied in a tight hogtie, laying on his front with his hands and feet chained together around his butt. The Sub rolled around as much as possible, but any real movement was impossible with all his cuffed to each other.
“Struggle as much as you want, you aren’t getting free”, Louis challenged him. “Now the good thing about a hogtie is that it exposes the one spot I couldn’t get on the cross”. Criston began to flap his feet, panicking as he knew he was forced to present them to his captor. Louis opened with a flurry of tickles right on his slave’s soles. Criston giggled, wiggling his butt as he failed to escape the assault. The nails traced his arches, gliding daintily over the skin with teasing strokes. Criston was in hysterics, straining both his arm and leg muscles in a hopeless bargain to snap the chain binding the hogtie.
“Coochie coochie coo, tickle tickle little slut”, Louis mocked as he raked along from the heels to the pads of his toes. The more Criston thrashed around from the tickles, the more he found himself humping the mattress. He could feel the pre-cum begin to leak from his cock onto the bed. The fingertips grazed along his toes, deepening his laughter as he desperately tried to scrunch up his feet and pull them away from his tormenter. Something wet swept along his left foot. The tongue ran up and down, painting Criston’s sole in saliva. The foot licking was highly effective, but also felt strangely intimate for the terribly confused sub.
“I bet before you created your Grindr account, you never imagined being tied up naked in a gay guy’s house, laughing as tickles and licks your feet”, Louis quizzed salaciously. The Dom let go of his feet and turned Criston on to his side, belly facing his master. A hand gripped his now bulging erection. “I bet you wouldn’t think you’d be so hard either. And look at all the pre-cum you’ve dribbled on my blanket!”, Louis derided him. “Sowwy”, Criston mumbled ashamedly into his gag.
“Do you want to cum again this time slave?”, Louis asked, his hand still around his Sub’s shaft. Criston nodded shyly. “I’m not going to do all the work this time. If you want to cum, you need to fuck my hand”, Louis instructed. Criston lay still, nervously apprehensive. Last time he had merely allowed Louis to jerk him off, whereas this time he would need to be an active participant in his orgasm with another man. Although the distinction was small, Criston was still hesitant to push that boundary.
“Want a bit of motivation?”, Louis inquired playfully. His other hand spidered over Criston’s scrotum, causing the Sub to wriggle around on the bed once more and pump his own cock with Louis’ stationary hand as he did so. Criston moaned and laughed in equal measure as he thrusted his hips back and forth. His cock grew even harder between Louis’ fingers, the head slick with copious amounts of pre-cum. Louis softly clawed his quivering balls, but Criston’s laughter died out as his moans caught in his throat. He began to gasp for air through his gag as the orgasm became closer and closer. His thrusting got faster, fucking the unmoving hand with reckless energy. Just on the precipice of climax, Louis’ hand opened, letting the twitching cock bounce around in the air.
“Nooo-ooo ughhhhh”, Criston groaned as the denied orgasm hit him like a bucket of cold water. Louis untied the strip of silk from around Criston’s mouth before pulling out the bundle of now saliva-soaked silk that he had stuffed inside. “Before you cum, I want you to admit something. Tell me that you’re gay for tickling, tell me how much you love it”, Louis demanded. Criston bit on his tongue. He definitely didn’t want to admit anything, but the desire for orgasm gnawed at him unbearably.
“I… I’m gay for tickling. I love it… it turns me on so much and makes me so hard”, Criston uttered, his voice low and faint. He felt awkward saying it, especially since he hadn’t said anything ungagged in a session until now. “Good boy”, Louis praised him, grabbing his cock again and jacking it vigorously. Criston came in seconds, shooting his load all over the bed. He lay there, taking deep breaths as he recovered from the rush of pleasure. Louis took hold of his restraints, but instead of unbuckling him like last time, he flipped Criston back onto his front.
“Well since you’ve just professed how much you love my tickling, how about some more tickles… post orgasm?”, Louis suggested with demonic glee. Criston tried to protest, but the Dom clamped a hand around the Sub’s mouth, stifling his cries. “Tickle tickle tickle, I think this will be a long night indeed”.
