Early 20s Criston seeks to indulge his massive tickling kink with a gay guy, but as a straight man, Criston insists the session will be tickling only. However, Criston soon discovers his boundary is a little more flexible than he first thought.
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Criston sat on the edge of his bed, nervously tapping his foot. He glanced periodically down at his phone, awaiting the message that his guest was outside. He looked over at the mirror and checked himself out. He was dressed in a simple white tee and grey sweatpants; presentable enough, basically his main consideration as a fashion-blind 23 year old.
His phone vibrated, making Criston jump. The message simply read “I’m outside, buzz me in”. Criston made his way to the remote door button in his hall and let his guest in, waiting awkwardly by his front door. Living on the 5th floor, it took his guest a solid minute to reach his apartment from the lobby. Those 60 seconds wracked his nerves. He was now beyond the point of no return; the invader had officially breached the castle. Before long he heard footsteps echoing up the stairwell. With a deep breath he opened the door. A man reached the landing of Criston’s floor, his eyes flitting from door to door. Upon seeing Criston peeking out from behind the open door, he broke into a casual grin.
“Hi”, Criston uttered timidly, and his guest responded in kind. He ushered the man inside his apartment and shut the door behind him.
“Umm, you can hang your jacket up here”, Criston told him.
The man slipped off his jacket and hung it on a hook by the door, leaving him in a blue overshirt and dark jeans. Criston had only seen a single semi-blurry selfie of his guest before they agreed to meet, so he took a good look at the man now. According to his Grindr profile he was in his mid-30s, though he appeared slightly younger. His dark hair was short and neat, as was his beard. He looked friendly enough, and definitely less nervous than Criston was.
“So, thanks for coming all the way here”, Criston said.
“No worries! When I saw your profile, I knew we had to meet at some point”, the man exclaimed cheerily.
The man had been very enthusiastic when he first messaged Criston on Grindr a few days ago. Criston was usually quite apprehensive towards the app in general, considering the flood of spam messages and off-putting comments that were unavoidable on it. However, when he received the message from “CuffsAndKink”, he was intrigued. Criston’s account was geared solely towards tickling, a requirement that most messages ignored. CuffsAndKink was delighted to talk to someone who shared one of his primary fetishes, and Criston soon found himself getting excited at meeting with him. After a short back and forth, the two agreed to have a tickling session, with one vital caveat.
“Well, before we get started, I want to just reiterate what we discussed. I know this sounds silly, but I’m not really gay. I do love the kink though, but to me it’s not always directly sexual. I just want to be crystal clear that I’m not looking for anything… like that, I’m just exploring”, Criston explained somewhat awkwardly.
“Of course, like I said on the app I’m totally cool with it. I won’t go past any boundaries that you don’t want me too”, his guest replied in a sincere tone. “Just harmless tickling it is!”.
“Excellent, I’m glad you understand”, Criston said, relieved. His sexuality was something of an evolving mess of emotions in his mind, but he knew that he wasn’t ready to take any drastic steps yet.
Criston led his guest into the bedroom. The blanket was bundled up in the corner of the room, leaving the bed blank. Leather cuffs poked out of each corner of the mattress. Criston stripped off his shirt and socks, leaving him in his sweatpants. Lying flat out on the bed, he stretched his limbs out in an X. The man walked around to the bottom of the bed, seizing Criston’s left ankle. He buckled the leather cuff around it effortlessly, causing Criston to shudder slightly. The man followed suit with his other ankle. Criston gave his legs a series of tugs, but the cuffs were strapped tightly under the bed, giving him very little room to struggle.
“Wow, those look nice and tight! I like that”, the man said. This frightened Criston, yet he also felt excitement.
Next, the man grabbed Criston’s right wrist, wrapping it in firm leather. Unsatisfied with the tightness, the guest fiddled with the cuff strap until it drew further into the corner of the bed, stretching Criston’s arm taut. He restrained Criston’s final limb similarly, rendering the tickle sub helpless. As Criston shyly twisted hopelessly in his bonds, the man plucked the blindfold laid out on the side table. He leaned down and slipped it over Criston’s eyes, replacing the dull bedroom lights with utter darkness.
“Open up”, the man said mischievously. Criston obeyed, opening his mouth. He was rewarded with a firm ball of silicone being forced into his mouth. With the ball gag successfully buckled, Criston was left literally speechless.
“Now, one last thing before we get started”, the man said. “I want you to test out the safe signal we agreed on, to make sure I can recognise it”. Criston clicked his fingers three times, and the man seemed satisfied.
Criston lay there now, blind and gagged, awaiting the torture. Seconds ticked by, and his nerves grew. He jumped when three fingertips began to glide lightly along his side. The feeling was faint as the fingers traced over his chest. Criston wasn’t even giggling yet, but he squirmed slightly as this stranger explored his upper body. Up and down, the fingers teased him like a gentle breeze, laying claim to every inch of skin. Another hand joined in, with three fingers sweeping along both of his ribs. Criston’s chest rose and fell quickly with shallow breaths, broadcasting his trepidation.
“Why so worried? I’m barely even touching you…yet”, his guest taunted. His hands sped up, still leaving little impact but showing Criston how much free reign he has over his body. The fingers circled the border of Criston’s armpits before setting off along his upper arms. The teasing digits left their tickly trails as they made their way up his forearms, before turning back at his bound wrists. The Sub took a breath and sank into the bed, somewhat relaxing at the light touches. The Dom’s hands made this sensitive exodus a few more times along his arms, being cautious not to dip into his armpits.
“That’s right, just let yourself relax”, he said smugly. He switched from using his fingertips to running his open palms across Criston’s body. He caressed his bare chest and stomach, lighting up his Sub’s nerves with amazing touch. Suddenly the hands stopped however. They began to crawl up his chest ominously, the fingers skittering slowly towards his armpits like a spider. Criston instinctively tugged his arms as the hands approached his pits, but the leather cuffs didn’t yield at all. The teasing fingertips gave way to sharp fingernails as all ten fingers descended on his vulnerable hollows. Criston erupted into laughter instantly, wriggling back and forth. The Dom scrabbled wildly in the exposed armpits, relentlessly tickling them with apparent glee. Despite fighting and struggling at the torture, Criston surprisingly felt a slight stirring downstairs in his boxers.
“So, this is a weak spot, huh? Good, I like a guy with sensitive armpits”, his guest said, chuckling along as he tormented Criston. The sub thrashed around as much as possible on the bed, but no amount of twisting and turning dissuaded his tormenter. Criston quietly pleaded into his gag, but the words were drowned out under his laughter. After a solid minute of all out torture, the fingers began to slow. Eventually the Dom was down to just one finger in each armpit, lazily sifting through Criston’s armpit hair. The tickle sub was giggling away into his gag, although thankfully regaining his energy after the previous onslaught.
“You’re really giggling over this? I’m just playing with you. Your smooth body is too fun not to play with”, he uttered wickedly. One hand continued to tease his armpit, whilst the other jumped over to rake his neck. Criston’s head tucked itself against his chest in an attempt to block the ticklish attack, but the Dom evaded this easily by dipping in and out, causing Criston to shake his head around in a silly panic. The sub was embarrassed by his childish and involuntary reactions, but he was powerless to resist as the Dom toyed with him. Some part of him relished the feeling of being under the control of a strange man. His guest continued to twirl his body hair casually without a care in the world.
“You really are helpless in those restraints, aren’t you?”, the Dom postulated. “I could do anything I want to you, and you’d just have to take it”. He emphasised his point by diverting his hand away from Criston’s neck to softly circle his nipple. The bound sub was racked with goosebumps as the fingers tauntingly caressed his chest. The fingers withdrew from his armpit and ran down his ribs, faintly pressing into them which made Criston squirm. The rogue hand cupped his waist, teasing along the border of his sweatpants. Despite being blindfolded, Criston could practically feel the Dom looming over him.
The pressure on the bed suddenly shifted, as the Dom seemingly moved away from his upper body. Criston lay there silently, listening intently for any indication as to the next assault. A lone fingernail flicked up his left sole, prompting a yelp. Both hands began to slowly scratch at his bound feet, clawing the entire length of his arches. Criston’s laughter burst out as he flapped his feet wildly in a desperate attempt at defence. The Dom’s hands were adept at following his movements, fully blasting his soles with ticklish fury. Criston fruitlessly yanked at his leg cuffs so hard that he could feel the connector straps digging into the mattress.
“I guess your feet are really sensitive too! It’s a pity they’re all tied up for me, isn’t it? You’re just going to have to take your torture like a good boy”. The Dom straddled Criston’s calves, locking down his ability to struggle. The fingers tilled his vulnerable soles, which made him buck and laugh in equal measure. He seized one foot tightly and raked along the pads of Criston’s toes, which made the sub outright yell. The sound of clinking metal rang out as Criston rattled his leather cuffs. The Dom doubled down, evidently delighted as he ravaged the flailing feet.
“You’re going to hate me for this”, the man said, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. A thin piece of fabric suddenly slipped between Criston’s toes causing him to squeal. The tool, which he assumed was a shoelace, deftly weaved in and out of the little digits. Criston’s laughter reached new heights as his feet felt electrified with tickles. He tried to protect himself by curling his toes, but the relentless shoelace persevered and continued to tear him apart.
“S-toooh-pp”, Criston begged into the gag between bursts of laughter.
“What’s that? I didn’t hear you”, the Dom retorted villainously.
“Pwwee-eeaaass-ssee… I caa-haan’t taa-ake itt”, Criston said timidly, his breath running out.
“Fine, I guess I could take it easier on you”, he stated in a tone of fake irritation, clearly loving the session. The Dom’s hands ran up Criston’s clothed legs, drifting along his calves and thighs, barely skirting around his privates. He felt movement at his waist as the drawstring of his sweatpants was played with.
“Is it okay if I…?”, the Dom asked curiously. Criston considered for a moment, before nodding briefly.
The elastic around his waist stretched loose as the drawstring was untied. The Dom pulled the sweatpants down, Criston even lifting his butt off the bed to help, until they were bundled around his cuffed ankles. The bound sub slightly recoiled at the thought of a man he didn’t know seeing him spread out in his grey boxers. Embarrassingly, he also knew that his guest would be able to see the bulge forming down there too.
“You’re all exposed to me now!”, the Dom exclaimed excitedly. “Don’t you know that some of the worst tickle spots are here?”. His teasing fingers set down on Criston’s knees, inching gracefully up his inner thighs. The Sub began to giggle once more as the digits crawled towards his privates. He carefully scribbled on the edge of Criston’s boxers, the tickle sub wriggling his butt and shifting his hips back and forth. The hands ascended further, tucking themselves into the crease between his thigh and privates.
“How is this spot, my bound little tickle toy?”, the Dom asked cunningly. Criston bucked as the fingers flicked and pressed into the sensitive muscles. He tried to yelp for a break, but his words were overpowered by laughter. He twisted his pelvis to one side in order to shield the tortured flesh, in doing so merely unveiling the other side to his tormenter. Criston struggled frantically, so completely overwhelmed that he bit into his gag in an attempt to let out the energy. His guest continued playing with him, apparently unfazed by the hell he was creating.
“I knew that spot would be crazy, it always is”, the Dom celebrated cockily. “But I wonder… how ticklish are your balls?”. One hand maintained the assault on his thigh canal, whilst the other started to drum on his scrotum through his underwear. Criston gasped in shock; he hadn’t expected such direct intimate touch, considering their agreement earlier. He almost clicked his fingers to force the Dom to stop, but found himself compelled to let him continue. Criston instead tried to jerk his poor balls away from the fluttering fingers, although all he ended up doing was thrusting his privates into the air.
“It must be so humiliating to have your own genitals used against you”, he mocked. “You’re just fully at my mercy, from head to toe”. Criston felt a wave of exhilaration at the thought, truly understanding that the Dom could use him in any way he pleased. His boxers grew tighter as blood rushed to his cock. The fingers ran down from his balls, digging into his taint. Criston wiggled his waist back and forth, only now he could feel his erection swinging back and forth with it. He was still blinded, but could only imagine the tent that he was pitching by now.
“Look what we have here! Someone’s enjoying themselves a lot it seems,” the Dom jeered. “So turned on just from being tied up and tickled… what a pervert you are”. Criston could feel his skin turn deep red as he blushed, but the embarrassment only made his cock get harder. The tickling ceased, and the Dom took hold of the waistband of his boxers, waiting just like he had before with the sweatpants. Criston’s stomach turned in nervous knots, but he shook his head.
“No? With a rock-hard mast like that, you’re sure you don’t want to cum?”, the Dom asked with genuine surprise. Criston shook his head once more, admittedly apprehensively.
“I don’t believe you. I know you’re desperate to cum, I can see you’re desperate to cum”, he stated with self-assuredness. “But I won’t force you to do anything you say you don’t want to do, so here’s what will happen. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to get you off. Unless… you want to stop right now?”, he said with a naughty tone, clicking his fingers as a reminder of the safe signal. Wracked with emotional turmoil but unwilling to end the session, Criston lay still.
“Exactly! Deny it all you want, but deep down you’re just a horny tickle slut, aren’t you?” the Dom asked rhetorically, already more than convinced. The devilish hands returned to tickle his balls and taint with extreme vigour. Criston writhed in his leather bonds, laughing into his gag whilst trying to supress the quaint moans building in his throat. The genital tickling was undeniably erotic; the horny sub could feel pre-cum begin to leak out of his shaft. His beet red skin turned a shade darker when he felt his cock twitch with arousal.
“Cumming is the only way you’re getting out of these restraints. Otherwise, I’m going to keep you tied up and tickle you for hours, although a freak like you would probably love that”, the Dom derided. The hand at his taint withdrew, followed by four fingers sweeping along the underside of Criston’s stiff cock. The Sub moaned out loud this time, caught off guard. The fingers teased his erection, softly tapping on his shaft whilst the assault on his balls continued. Skilled fingertips stroked his glans, turning him on so much that his underwear was growing sticky with pre-cum. Criston’s mouth trembled at the pleasure, forcing him to bite down on his ball gag.
“I bet you’re so horny by now. Well, if you want any more pleasure, you’ll have to beg for it”, the Dom asserted. The fingers teasing his cock slowed down until they were only stroking the nerves in his dick every few seconds, just enough to maintain the build up without any relief. Without thinking, Criston started to hump the air in a desperate bid for more touching. The testicle tickling made him hornier than ever; he began to crave the orgasm harder than he thought possible, as if he were in severe withdrawal. Unconsciously, Criston started to whimper into the gag, like an animal submitting to its master. He wished he could reach out and jerk himself off, but in his bound and helpless state, his orgasm was fully under the control of his guest.
“I…. Pwee-aaass-eee… I neee-eed tooo cuu-ummm”, Criston pleaded.
“You’re going to have to try harder than that! I can barely hear you”, the Dom ridiculed.
“PWEEA-SSSEE…. I’MMM SOO-OOO HOOORNNYY”, Criston begged like a mad man. Any reservations he had about getting sexual with a man were eroded; all he could think about was reaching an orgasm.
“Okay? If you want something, you better ask for it”, the Dom said with feigned obliviousness, loving his sense of control.
“JERRRKK MEEE OFFFF, I’M BEGGG-INNG YOUUU”.
“Very well, but on one condition!”, he bargained.
“ANNNY-THIINNGG”, Criston agreed pleadingly.
“I want another session with you. You’re delightfully ticklish and insanely naughty. I have other ideas for positions and scenarios I wish to torment you in. Do we have a deal?”, he offered.
Criston nodded fiercely, prompting a victorious chuckle from the Dom. He pulled down Criston’s boxers in a flash, letting the unyielding erection spring free. A hand gripped his cock tightly and gave it a firm stroke all along the shaft. As it pumped away, the other hand tickled his armpit once more. Criston squirmed, laughed, thrusted and moaned all at once. His dick throbbed as the orgasm built, the head wet with cum. The stroking got faster as Criston’s breath grew shallower. His cock was on fire now, the orgasm just on the very verge of hitting.
“Cum for me my little tickle slut”, the Dom commanded.
The climax hit Criston like a wave, the poor Sub gasping for air as streams of cum jetted onto his stomach and chest. He shuddered in his restraints, unable to think or notice anything but the outrageous orgasm running through him. The Dom milked his shaft until every drop had leaked out. The flustered Sub lay there for a minute, letting his breathing return to normal. The Dom fumbled with his leather cuffs, freeing him from captivity. Criston sat up for the first time in an hour; firstly, he unbuckled the gag and stretched his mouth, followed by him carefully removing the blindfold. The bedroom lights were blinding at first, but as his eyes adjusted, he could see the Dom grinning at him.
“Welcome back to reality”, his guest said with awkward sarcasm.
“Well, I didn’t expect that…”, Criston uttered, somewhat in shock. He felt embarrassed now, sitting naked and splattered with cum next to a stranger.
“I didn’t plan for that either. You just seemed… open to it. I apologise if I pushed you in a way you didn’t want”, the Dom professed sincerely.
“No no, that was fun. Unexpected, but definitely fun”, Criston assured him eagerly.
“In that case, how about we meet again next week? After all, we did make a deal!”.
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Criston sat on the edge of his bed, nervously tapping his foot. He glanced periodically down at his phone, awaiting the message that his guest was outside. He looked over at the mirror and checked himself out. He was dressed in a simple white tee and grey sweatpants; presentable enough, basically his main consideration as a fashion-blind 23 year old.
His phone vibrated, making Criston jump. The message simply read “I’m outside, buzz me in”. Criston made his way to the remote door button in his hall and let his guest in, waiting awkwardly by his front door. Living on the 5th floor, it took his guest a solid minute to reach his apartment from the lobby. Those 60 seconds wracked his nerves. He was now beyond the point of no return; the invader had officially breached the castle. Before long he heard footsteps echoing up the stairwell. With a deep breath he opened the door. A man reached the landing of Criston’s floor, his eyes flitting from door to door. Upon seeing Criston peeking out from behind the open door, he broke into a casual grin.
“Hi”, Criston uttered timidly, and his guest responded in kind. He ushered the man inside his apartment and shut the door behind him.
“Umm, you can hang your jacket up here”, Criston told him.
The man slipped off his jacket and hung it on a hook by the door, leaving him in a blue overshirt and dark jeans. Criston had only seen a single semi-blurry selfie of his guest before they agreed to meet, so he took a good look at the man now. According to his Grindr profile he was in his mid-30s, though he appeared slightly younger. His dark hair was short and neat, as was his beard. He looked friendly enough, and definitely less nervous than Criston was.
“So, thanks for coming all the way here”, Criston said.
“No worries! When I saw your profile, I knew we had to meet at some point”, the man exclaimed cheerily.
The man had been very enthusiastic when he first messaged Criston on Grindr a few days ago. Criston was usually quite apprehensive towards the app in general, considering the flood of spam messages and off-putting comments that were unavoidable on it. However, when he received the message from “CuffsAndKink”, he was intrigued. Criston’s account was geared solely towards tickling, a requirement that most messages ignored. CuffsAndKink was delighted to talk to someone who shared one of his primary fetishes, and Criston soon found himself getting excited at meeting with him. After a short back and forth, the two agreed to have a tickling session, with one vital caveat.
“Well, before we get started, I want to just reiterate what we discussed. I know this sounds silly, but I’m not really gay. I do love the kink though, but to me it’s not always directly sexual. I just want to be crystal clear that I’m not looking for anything… like that, I’m just exploring”, Criston explained somewhat awkwardly.
“Of course, like I said on the app I’m totally cool with it. I won’t go past any boundaries that you don’t want me too”, his guest replied in a sincere tone. “Just harmless tickling it is!”.
“Excellent, I’m glad you understand”, Criston said, relieved. His sexuality was something of an evolving mess of emotions in his mind, but he knew that he wasn’t ready to take any drastic steps yet.
Criston led his guest into the bedroom. The blanket was bundled up in the corner of the room, leaving the bed blank. Leather cuffs poked out of each corner of the mattress. Criston stripped off his shirt and socks, leaving him in his sweatpants. Lying flat out on the bed, he stretched his limbs out in an X. The man walked around to the bottom of the bed, seizing Criston’s left ankle. He buckled the leather cuff around it effortlessly, causing Criston to shudder slightly. The man followed suit with his other ankle. Criston gave his legs a series of tugs, but the cuffs were strapped tightly under the bed, giving him very little room to struggle.
“Wow, those look nice and tight! I like that”, the man said. This frightened Criston, yet he also felt excitement.
Next, the man grabbed Criston’s right wrist, wrapping it in firm leather. Unsatisfied with the tightness, the guest fiddled with the cuff strap until it drew further into the corner of the bed, stretching Criston’s arm taut. He restrained Criston’s final limb similarly, rendering the tickle sub helpless. As Criston shyly twisted hopelessly in his bonds, the man plucked the blindfold laid out on the side table. He leaned down and slipped it over Criston’s eyes, replacing the dull bedroom lights with utter darkness.
“Open up”, the man said mischievously. Criston obeyed, opening his mouth. He was rewarded with a firm ball of silicone being forced into his mouth. With the ball gag successfully buckled, Criston was left literally speechless.
“Now, one last thing before we get started”, the man said. “I want you to test out the safe signal we agreed on, to make sure I can recognise it”. Criston clicked his fingers three times, and the man seemed satisfied.
Criston lay there now, blind and gagged, awaiting the torture. Seconds ticked by, and his nerves grew. He jumped when three fingertips began to glide lightly along his side. The feeling was faint as the fingers traced over his chest. Criston wasn’t even giggling yet, but he squirmed slightly as this stranger explored his upper body. Up and down, the fingers teased him like a gentle breeze, laying claim to every inch of skin. Another hand joined in, with three fingers sweeping along both of his ribs. Criston’s chest rose and fell quickly with shallow breaths, broadcasting his trepidation.
“Why so worried? I’m barely even touching you…yet”, his guest taunted. His hands sped up, still leaving little impact but showing Criston how much free reign he has over his body. The fingers circled the border of Criston’s armpits before setting off along his upper arms. The teasing digits left their tickly trails as they made their way up his forearms, before turning back at his bound wrists. The Sub took a breath and sank into the bed, somewhat relaxing at the light touches. The Dom’s hands made this sensitive exodus a few more times along his arms, being cautious not to dip into his armpits.
“That’s right, just let yourself relax”, he said smugly. He switched from using his fingertips to running his open palms across Criston’s body. He caressed his bare chest and stomach, lighting up his Sub’s nerves with amazing touch. Suddenly the hands stopped however. They began to crawl up his chest ominously, the fingers skittering slowly towards his armpits like a spider. Criston instinctively tugged his arms as the hands approached his pits, but the leather cuffs didn’t yield at all. The teasing fingertips gave way to sharp fingernails as all ten fingers descended on his vulnerable hollows. Criston erupted into laughter instantly, wriggling back and forth. The Dom scrabbled wildly in the exposed armpits, relentlessly tickling them with apparent glee. Despite fighting and struggling at the torture, Criston surprisingly felt a slight stirring downstairs in his boxers.
“So, this is a weak spot, huh? Good, I like a guy with sensitive armpits”, his guest said, chuckling along as he tormented Criston. The sub thrashed around as much as possible on the bed, but no amount of twisting and turning dissuaded his tormenter. Criston quietly pleaded into his gag, but the words were drowned out under his laughter. After a solid minute of all out torture, the fingers began to slow. Eventually the Dom was down to just one finger in each armpit, lazily sifting through Criston’s armpit hair. The tickle sub was giggling away into his gag, although thankfully regaining his energy after the previous onslaught.
“You’re really giggling over this? I’m just playing with you. Your smooth body is too fun not to play with”, he uttered wickedly. One hand continued to tease his armpit, whilst the other jumped over to rake his neck. Criston’s head tucked itself against his chest in an attempt to block the ticklish attack, but the Dom evaded this easily by dipping in and out, causing Criston to shake his head around in a silly panic. The sub was embarrassed by his childish and involuntary reactions, but he was powerless to resist as the Dom toyed with him. Some part of him relished the feeling of being under the control of a strange man. His guest continued to twirl his body hair casually without a care in the world.
“You really are helpless in those restraints, aren’t you?”, the Dom postulated. “I could do anything I want to you, and you’d just have to take it”. He emphasised his point by diverting his hand away from Criston’s neck to softly circle his nipple. The bound sub was racked with goosebumps as the fingers tauntingly caressed his chest. The fingers withdrew from his armpit and ran down his ribs, faintly pressing into them which made Criston squirm. The rogue hand cupped his waist, teasing along the border of his sweatpants. Despite being blindfolded, Criston could practically feel the Dom looming over him.
The pressure on the bed suddenly shifted, as the Dom seemingly moved away from his upper body. Criston lay there silently, listening intently for any indication as to the next assault. A lone fingernail flicked up his left sole, prompting a yelp. Both hands began to slowly scratch at his bound feet, clawing the entire length of his arches. Criston’s laughter burst out as he flapped his feet wildly in a desperate attempt at defence. The Dom’s hands were adept at following his movements, fully blasting his soles with ticklish fury. Criston fruitlessly yanked at his leg cuffs so hard that he could feel the connector straps digging into the mattress.
“I guess your feet are really sensitive too! It’s a pity they’re all tied up for me, isn’t it? You’re just going to have to take your torture like a good boy”. The Dom straddled Criston’s calves, locking down his ability to struggle. The fingers tilled his vulnerable soles, which made him buck and laugh in equal measure. He seized one foot tightly and raked along the pads of Criston’s toes, which made the sub outright yell. The sound of clinking metal rang out as Criston rattled his leather cuffs. The Dom doubled down, evidently delighted as he ravaged the flailing feet.
“You’re going to hate me for this”, the man said, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. A thin piece of fabric suddenly slipped between Criston’s toes causing him to squeal. The tool, which he assumed was a shoelace, deftly weaved in and out of the little digits. Criston’s laughter reached new heights as his feet felt electrified with tickles. He tried to protect himself by curling his toes, but the relentless shoelace persevered and continued to tear him apart.
“S-toooh-pp”, Criston begged into the gag between bursts of laughter.
“What’s that? I didn’t hear you”, the Dom retorted villainously.
“Pwwee-eeaaass-ssee… I caa-haan’t taa-ake itt”, Criston said timidly, his breath running out.
“Fine, I guess I could take it easier on you”, he stated in a tone of fake irritation, clearly loving the session. The Dom’s hands ran up Criston’s clothed legs, drifting along his calves and thighs, barely skirting around his privates. He felt movement at his waist as the drawstring of his sweatpants was played with.
“Is it okay if I…?”, the Dom asked curiously. Criston considered for a moment, before nodding briefly.
The elastic around his waist stretched loose as the drawstring was untied. The Dom pulled the sweatpants down, Criston even lifting his butt off the bed to help, until they were bundled around his cuffed ankles. The bound sub slightly recoiled at the thought of a man he didn’t know seeing him spread out in his grey boxers. Embarrassingly, he also knew that his guest would be able to see the bulge forming down there too.
“You’re all exposed to me now!”, the Dom exclaimed excitedly. “Don’t you know that some of the worst tickle spots are here?”. His teasing fingers set down on Criston’s knees, inching gracefully up his inner thighs. The Sub began to giggle once more as the digits crawled towards his privates. He carefully scribbled on the edge of Criston’s boxers, the tickle sub wriggling his butt and shifting his hips back and forth. The hands ascended further, tucking themselves into the crease between his thigh and privates.
“How is this spot, my bound little tickle toy?”, the Dom asked cunningly. Criston bucked as the fingers flicked and pressed into the sensitive muscles. He tried to yelp for a break, but his words were overpowered by laughter. He twisted his pelvis to one side in order to shield the tortured flesh, in doing so merely unveiling the other side to his tormenter. Criston struggled frantically, so completely overwhelmed that he bit into his gag in an attempt to let out the energy. His guest continued playing with him, apparently unfazed by the hell he was creating.
“I knew that spot would be crazy, it always is”, the Dom celebrated cockily. “But I wonder… how ticklish are your balls?”. One hand maintained the assault on his thigh canal, whilst the other started to drum on his scrotum through his underwear. Criston gasped in shock; he hadn’t expected such direct intimate touch, considering their agreement earlier. He almost clicked his fingers to force the Dom to stop, but found himself compelled to let him continue. Criston instead tried to jerk his poor balls away from the fluttering fingers, although all he ended up doing was thrusting his privates into the air.
“It must be so humiliating to have your own genitals used against you”, he mocked. “You’re just fully at my mercy, from head to toe”. Criston felt a wave of exhilaration at the thought, truly understanding that the Dom could use him in any way he pleased. His boxers grew tighter as blood rushed to his cock. The fingers ran down from his balls, digging into his taint. Criston wiggled his waist back and forth, only now he could feel his erection swinging back and forth with it. He was still blinded, but could only imagine the tent that he was pitching by now.
“Look what we have here! Someone’s enjoying themselves a lot it seems,” the Dom jeered. “So turned on just from being tied up and tickled… what a pervert you are”. Criston could feel his skin turn deep red as he blushed, but the embarrassment only made his cock get harder. The tickling ceased, and the Dom took hold of the waistband of his boxers, waiting just like he had before with the sweatpants. Criston’s stomach turned in nervous knots, but he shook his head.
“No? With a rock-hard mast like that, you’re sure you don’t want to cum?”, the Dom asked with genuine surprise. Criston shook his head once more, admittedly apprehensively.
“I don’t believe you. I know you’re desperate to cum, I can see you’re desperate to cum”, he stated with self-assuredness. “But I won’t force you to do anything you say you don’t want to do, so here’s what will happen. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to get you off. Unless… you want to stop right now?”, he said with a naughty tone, clicking his fingers as a reminder of the safe signal. Wracked with emotional turmoil but unwilling to end the session, Criston lay still.
“Exactly! Deny it all you want, but deep down you’re just a horny tickle slut, aren’t you?” the Dom asked rhetorically, already more than convinced. The devilish hands returned to tickle his balls and taint with extreme vigour. Criston writhed in his leather bonds, laughing into his gag whilst trying to supress the quaint moans building in his throat. The genital tickling was undeniably erotic; the horny sub could feel pre-cum begin to leak out of his shaft. His beet red skin turned a shade darker when he felt his cock twitch with arousal.
“Cumming is the only way you’re getting out of these restraints. Otherwise, I’m going to keep you tied up and tickle you for hours, although a freak like you would probably love that”, the Dom derided. The hand at his taint withdrew, followed by four fingers sweeping along the underside of Criston’s stiff cock. The Sub moaned out loud this time, caught off guard. The fingers teased his erection, softly tapping on his shaft whilst the assault on his balls continued. Skilled fingertips stroked his glans, turning him on so much that his underwear was growing sticky with pre-cum. Criston’s mouth trembled at the pleasure, forcing him to bite down on his ball gag.
“I bet you’re so horny by now. Well, if you want any more pleasure, you’ll have to beg for it”, the Dom asserted. The fingers teasing his cock slowed down until they were only stroking the nerves in his dick every few seconds, just enough to maintain the build up without any relief. Without thinking, Criston started to hump the air in a desperate bid for more touching. The testicle tickling made him hornier than ever; he began to crave the orgasm harder than he thought possible, as if he were in severe withdrawal. Unconsciously, Criston started to whimper into the gag, like an animal submitting to its master. He wished he could reach out and jerk himself off, but in his bound and helpless state, his orgasm was fully under the control of his guest.
“I…. Pwee-aaass-eee… I neee-eed tooo cuu-ummm”, Criston pleaded.
“You’re going to have to try harder than that! I can barely hear you”, the Dom ridiculed.
“PWEEA-SSSEE…. I’MMM SOO-OOO HOOORNNYY”, Criston begged like a mad man. Any reservations he had about getting sexual with a man were eroded; all he could think about was reaching an orgasm.
“Okay? If you want something, you better ask for it”, the Dom said with feigned obliviousness, loving his sense of control.
“JERRRKK MEEE OFFFF, I’M BEGGG-INNG YOUUU”.
“Very well, but on one condition!”, he bargained.
“ANNNY-THIINNGG”, Criston agreed pleadingly.
“I want another session with you. You’re delightfully ticklish and insanely naughty. I have other ideas for positions and scenarios I wish to torment you in. Do we have a deal?”, he offered.
Criston nodded fiercely, prompting a victorious chuckle from the Dom. He pulled down Criston’s boxers in a flash, letting the unyielding erection spring free. A hand gripped his cock tightly and gave it a firm stroke all along the shaft. As it pumped away, the other hand tickled his armpit once more. Criston squirmed, laughed, thrusted and moaned all at once. His dick throbbed as the orgasm built, the head wet with cum. The stroking got faster as Criston’s breath grew shallower. His cock was on fire now, the orgasm just on the very verge of hitting.
“Cum for me my little tickle slut”, the Dom commanded.
The climax hit Criston like a wave, the poor Sub gasping for air as streams of cum jetted onto his stomach and chest. He shuddered in his restraints, unable to think or notice anything but the outrageous orgasm running through him. The Dom milked his shaft until every drop had leaked out. The flustered Sub lay there for a minute, letting his breathing return to normal. The Dom fumbled with his leather cuffs, freeing him from captivity. Criston sat up for the first time in an hour; firstly, he unbuckled the gag and stretched his mouth, followed by him carefully removing the blindfold. The bedroom lights were blinding at first, but as his eyes adjusted, he could see the Dom grinning at him.
“Welcome back to reality”, his guest said with awkward sarcasm.
“Well, I didn’t expect that…”, Criston uttered, somewhat in shock. He felt embarrassed now, sitting naked and splattered with cum next to a stranger.
“I didn’t plan for that either. You just seemed… open to it. I apologise if I pushed you in a way you didn’t want”, the Dom professed sincerely.
“No no, that was fun. Unexpected, but definitely fun”, Criston assured him eagerly.
“In that case, how about we meet again next week? After all, we did make a deal!”.
