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Isaac and Joey had been dating and living together for quite some time, but lately, Joey’s mood had soured. Isaac noticed the shift and felt determined to bring back the laughter and joy they once shared. He believed that the best way to achieve this would be through a playful, albeit mischievous, tickling session.
Joey’s apparent sensitivity to tickling had always intrigued Isaac; whenever he tried to be playful in that regard, Joey would immediately push his hands away. Isaac had attempted to sneak in foot tickles during foot rubs, but Joey would swiftly withdraw his size 13 feet, making it clear he wasn’t in the mood.
Isaac knew he needed to find a way to get Joey securely bound to the bed. Once bound, Joey would be at his mercy, and Isaac could tickle him until the grumpiness was tickled right out of him. His plan was simple: wait until after they had sex, when Joey would be exhausted and ready to drift off to sleep, then make his move.
Isaac was aware of Joey's vulnerability when it came to being sexually dominated, a fact that played perfectly into his plan. He would give Joey an unforgettable experience and then tie him down to execute his ticklish plot. Joey wouldn’t see it coming.
The first part of Isaac’s plan went smoothly. Joey, worn out from their passionate encounter, was easily coaxed into bed. As they lay together, Isaac reached under the pillow, where he had hidden some rope earlier. In a matter of moments, Joey’s wrists were tied to the headboard, followed by his ankles, spreading his legs wide. Isaac ensured that each limb was securely fastened, leaving Joey completely at his mercy.
Joey, still groggy and unsuspecting, barely registered what was happening until it was too late. His eyes snapped open as he realized his predicament. “What are you doing? Why am I being tied up?” he asked, a mix of confusion and concern in his voice.
Isaac simply smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ve been a big grump lately, and I think I know a way to fix that,” he replied, his tone light but with a hint of playful menace. Joey struggled against his bonds, but they held firm. “Why are you doing this? What do you plan to do?”
“I’m going to tickle you until you can’t take it anymore,” Isaac said with a grin.
“You wouldn’t,” Joey protested, shaking his head.
“I would,” Isaac confirmed, “I can tell you’re really ticklish, and you need this. You need to laugh, and I’m going to help you do just that.”
“No, no, no! Stop! No tickling!” Joey’s voice grew more desperate as he realized Isaac was serious.
Ignoring Joey’s pleas, Isaac went to the closet and pulled out a small suitcase. He placed it on the bed and opened it, revealing an array of tickling tools he had collected. He carefully selected a soft, delicate feather and held it up for Joey to see.
“A feather? Where did you get that?” Joey asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“Online,” Isaac replied, “It’s a real hummingbird feather. Soft and perfect for what I have in mind.” Joey’s horror grew as Isaac brought the feather closer to his bare feet. The moment the feather made contact with his skin, Joey’s body jolted, and he threw his head back in laughter.
“Hehehehehehehehe! Please, stop!” Joey yelled, his voice filled with uncontrollable mirth. But Isaac was undeterred. “You look so cute when you laugh. I have to continue,” Isaac teased, moving the feather in a slow, deliberate pattern across Joey’s foot, from the heel, across the arch, up to the ball, over the toes, and back down again. Each stroke sent Joey into a fit of hysterics, his laughter filling the room.
“Please, stop!” Joey begged, his face turning red from the exertion. “Nah, I think I’m having too much fun,” Isaac replied, his grin widening as he watched Joey squirm helplessly.
Isaac eventually put the feather down and picked up an electric toothbrush. Seeing Joey's confused expression, Isaac explained, "I did some research online and found out it's actually one of the most effective tools for tickling." Joey’s eyes widened in horror. “Please don’t,” he pleaded.
Ignoring Joey’s pleas, Isaac placed the brush on Joey’s right sole. The second the bristles touched his foot, Joey broke into uncontrollable laughter, his body writhing against the restraints. “Please! Please stop!” Joey cried, his voice cracking with desperation.
Isaac continued to brush, teasing Joey’s feet relentlessly. He brushed the soles, toes, and heels, taking his time to explore every ticklish spot. Joey’s laughter grew more frantic, tears streaming down his face as he begged for mercy.
But Isaac wasn’t done. He picked up the feather again and resumed his tickling, this time focusing on the sensitive skin between Joey’s toes. Joey gasped and cackled, his body convulsing with laughter.
“No! Stop! No more!” Joey pleaded, his voice hoarse from screaming. “Yes, more,” Isaac corrected, his voice playful yet firm. He continued to tease Joey’s feet, savoring every moment of his boyfriend’s helpless laughter.
Isaac finally decided to change tactics. He reached back into the suitcase and pulled out a medium-sized, soft paintbrush. Joey’s eyes widened in fear as Isaac brought it closer to his feet.
“No, please, no,” Joey pleaded, his voice shaking.
Isaac smiled. “Yes, please yes,” he replied, mocking Joey’s earlier words. He began brushing the paintbrush across Joey’s right foot, eliciting a fresh wave of laughter. The soft bristles danced across Joey’s skin, driving him wild with ticklish sensations.
Joey’s mind was a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. He had never felt so vulnerable, so helpless. The tickling was overwhelming, each stroke of the brush pushing him closer to the edge. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please! No more!” Joey cried, his voice barely a whisper.
But Isaac wasn’t ready to stop. He reached for the hairbrush, and Joey’s heart sank. “A hairbrush? Please no!” Joey begged. “You know what’s coming,” Isaac said with a smirk, enjoying the anticipation that filled the room. He began to brush the hairbrush across Joey’s foot, the stiff bristles sending shockwaves of ticklishness through his body.
Joey’s laughter reached a fever pitch. He was utterly defeated, unable to fight back or escape the relentless tickling. His mind was a blur of sensation, his body trembling from the intensity.
After what felt like an eternity, Isaac finally paused, giving Joey a brief reprieve. Joey lay there, panting heavily, his face flushed and eyes glazed.
“Wow, you’re just so ticklish,” Isaac remarked, his voice filled with admiration. “I had no idea it would be this intense.”
“Isaac, let me go now, I'm serious. This has gone too far. You've tickled me for over 2 hours. At this point, you'll be lucky if I don't kick your ass for doing this to me,” Joey stated furiously.
Isaac’s playful demeanor shifted as Joey’s words sank in. The realization of what he had done hit him like a ton of bricks. “Oh god, Joey, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to push you this far! I thought I was doing something fun for both of us!” Isaac stammered, his voice cracking with guilt.
Joey sighed, still trying to catch his breath. “I love you, but I just can’t forgive you right now. Maybe if you let me go and we can talk about it later when we’ve both calmed down. I’m too angry to make a rational decision.”
Isaac’s heart sank as he untied Joey, watching as his boyfriend sat up and rubbed his sore wrists. Joey’s anger was palpable, and Isaac knew he had crossed a line.
“I’m going to sleep in the spare bedroom tonight,” Joey said quietly, gathering his clothes and a spare pillow. “This was a huge breach of trust. A few minutes could have been easily forgiven, but two hours… I need time to think about this.”
With that, Joey left the room, leaving Isaac alone with his thoughts. Isaac’s heart ached as he realized the gravity of his actions. He had thought it was all in good fun, but now he saw the damage he had done.
The next morning, Isaac woke up to the sound of Joey’s alarm. He had barely slept, his mind racing with regret. As he got up and went to the bathroom, he couldn’t shake the guilt that weighed on him. He splashed cold water on his face and brushed his teeth, trying to pull himself together before heading to the kitchen.
Joey was already at the table, eating cereal in silence. Isaac hesitated at the doorway, unsure of how to approach him. “Um, I’m going to make some coffee. Do you want anything?” he asked tentatively.
“I’m fine,” Joey replied curtly, not looking up from his bowl.
Isaac felt a pang of sadness as he made his coffee and returned to the table. He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice soft. “Look, I’m really sorry about last night. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel bad. I just wanted us to have some fun together. I should have asked you before tying you up and tickling you, and I definitely shouldn’t have gone on for so long. I got carried away.”
Joey paused before responding, his voice measured. “I appreciate the apology, Isaac. But last night was more than just getting carried away. It felt like you were ignoring my boundaries and disregarding how I felt. We can’t have a relationship if you don’t respect those boundaries.”
Isaac nodded, his heart heavy. “You’re right. I realize now that I crossed a line. I promise, I’ll never do anything like that again without your consent.”
Joey sighed, pushing his empty cereal bowl aside. “I spent a lot of time thinking about what happened, and I believe there’s a way for us to move past this, but it’s going to take something from you.”
“Anything,” Isaac said, his voice full of sincerity. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Joey leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You’re going to let me tie you up and tickle you for two hours. That way, you can understand exactly what you put me through. Only then will I be able to fully forgive you.”
Isaac’s eyes widened in surprise. He had never considered himself particularly ticklish, but the thought of being on the receiving end of such an intense experience made him nervous. Still, he knew this was the only way to make things right. “Okay,” he agreed, albeit hesitantly. “That sounds fair.”
“Good,” Joey said, standing up from the table. “Let’s get ready for work, and we’ll deal with this tonight.”
The rest of the day passed in a haze for Isaac. His mind kept drifting back to Joey’s proposition, a mix of apprehension and determination swirling in his gut. He knew he deserved whatever was coming, but he couldn’t help but wonder just how ticklish he really was.
That evening, Isaac found himself standing in the bedroom, freshly showered, dressed only in his underwear, and towel-drying his short auburn hair. Joey was already in the room, arranging the restraints on the bed with a calm, methodical precision. “Ready?” Joey asked, glancing up at Isaac with an unreadable expression.
Isaac forced a confident smile, though his nerves were betraying him. “Of course. How bad can it be?” he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
Joey smirked. “Well, you’re about to find out.” He motioned for Isaac to lie down on the bed, which Isaac did without hesitation. Joey quickly straddled his waist, pinning his hands above his head and securing the restraints around his wrists. “Is that too tight?” Joey asked, his voice softer, almost caring. “No, it’s perfect,” Isaac replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Joey nodded, then moved his hands to Isaac’s sides. “Let’s see how ticklish you are,” he said, his fingers already starting to dance along Isaac’s ribs.
Isaac’s reaction was immediate. The moment Joey’s fingers made contact, a wave of sensation shot through him, and he burst into giggles. “Ohohohoho, nohohohohot thehehehere!” he managed to gasp between laughs.
The ticklish sensations were like tiny electric shocks shooting straight to his brain, making it impossible to focus on anything else. All he could do was laugh and squirm beneath Joey’s touch.
Joey’s smirk widened as he continued to tickle Isaac’s sides, enjoying the sight of his mischievous boyfriend reduced to a giggling, wiggling mess. “Sorry, but I have to make sure you’re all smiled and happy,” Joey teased, echoing Isaac’s words from the night before.
“It’s not fahahahair!” Isaac protested through his laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh, so it wasn’t fair for me either?” Joey questioned, his tone pointed.
“Nohohohot thehehehe same!” Isaac replied, his face turning bright red as Joey’s fingers moved to his ribs, vibrating them with a firm but gentle pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, and Isaac could do nothing but laugh uncontrollably, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
Joey continued his assault on Isaac’s ribs, watching as Isaac’s laughter grew more frantic, his body twisting and writhing on the bed. Joey leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Are you gonna listen to me next time?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Isaac cried out, his laughter tinged with desperation.
“Are you gonna respect my boundaries?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!”
“Are you gonna be a good boy?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!”
“Good,” Joey said, but he wasn’t ready to stop. “We still have one hour and forty-five minutes to go, so just lay back, relax, and enjoy the tickles.”
Isaac’s mind was a whirl of sensations. The tickling was relentless, and he couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of Joey’s fingers dancing over his ribs and sides. Overwhelmed, he was caught in a bizarre mix of helplessness and a strange, conflicted thrill. Despite hating it, a part of him couldn’t deny the odd excitement coursing through him.
But when Joey’s hands moved to his thighs, squeezing and digging into the sensitive flesh, everything changed. Isaac’s eyes shot wide open, and a scream of laughter tore from his throat. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Joey laughed with him, clearly enjoying the reaction. “Oh, so your thighs are ticklish too?” he teased, expertly working Isaac’s inner thighs, right where they met his torso.
The sensation was unbearable. Isaac felt as if he might levitate off the bed if not for the restraints holding him down. His laughter grew more hysterical, his body writhing in desperation. The intensity hit him like a freight train—he had never imagined he could be this ticklish. What had begun with a strange enjoyment had now crossed the line into pure torture. “STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IHIHIT!”
But Joey wasn’t ready to stop. He continued to tickle Isaac’s inner thighs for what felt like an eternity, reveling in the sight of his usually confident boyfriend reduced to a helpless, laughing mess. When Joey finally paused, Isaac lay there panting, completely spent. His body trembled from the intensity of the tickling, his mind a haze of sensations.
“So, how are you enjoying being tickled?” Joey asked, already knowing the answer.
“It’s the most overwhelming thing I’ve ever experienced,” Isaac replied, his voice trembling with exhaustion.
Joey’s expression softened slightly. “Yeah, that’s what I thought when you started tickling me non-stop last night.”
“I really am sorry for that. I never meant to hurt you,” Isaac said, his voice filled with genuine remorse.
“I know, and I forgive you. Just please don’t do it again,” Joey replied, his tone firm. “You’re lucky I still love you after all that.”
“I understand. I won’t do it again, I promise,” Isaac said, his voice shaky with sincerity.
Joey nodded, then gave Isaac a mischievous smile. “Good. Now let’s get back to the tickling, shall we?”
Isaac’s eyes widened in panic as Joey reached for his inner thighs again. “No, no, please not there! It’s too much! Please! I didn’t tickle you there!” Isaac pleaded desperately. Joey laughed. “I know, but that’s what makes it even more fun.”
Isaac’s heart dropped as Joey’s fingers descended once more. The tickling sensation returned with a vengeance, and Isaac screamed with laughter. He was sure he was going to lose his mind or even pass out from the intensity. The feeling was so overwhelming that he couldn’t think of anything else. He was at Joey’s mercy, and all he could do was endure the relentless tickling.
After what felt like hours, Joey finally gave Isaac a break. Isaac lay motionless on the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He was utterly exhausted, his body trembling from the aftershocks of the tickling. He had never felt so vulnerable, so completely at someone else’s mercy. He was beginning to truly understand why Joey had been so upset the night before, and the guilt weighed heavily on him.
Joey watched Isaac carefully, giving him a few minutes to recover before speaking again. “So, how was it?”
“It was the worst experience of my life,” Isaac replied honestly, his voice barely a whisper.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Joey said with a smirk. “You still have another forty-five minutes before the two-hour mark. I think for the grand finale, I’m going to tickle your feet. They can’t be any worse than your inner thighs, right?”
Isaac’s eyes widened in terror. He had never been tickled on his feet before, and he had no idea how he would react. The thought filled him with dread. “Please, no! I don’t think I can take it! I’ll do anything!” Isaac pleaded desperately.
Joey chuckled darkly. “That’s the point. You’re going to suffer for what you did to me.” He moved to the foot of the bed, pulling up a chair and sitting down directly in front of Isaac’s restrained feet. They were securely bound, unable to move, and completely at Joey’s mercy.
Isaac’s heart raced as Joey picked up the feather he had used the night before. “Please, no! I’m too ticklish! I can’t handle it!” Isaac begged, his voice tinged with panic.
Joey ignored Isaac’s pleas and began to lightly brush the feather across Isaac’s right foot. The moment the feather touched his skin, Isaac exploded into laughter. The sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced—light, ticklish, and utterly unbearable.
His laughter filled the room, a sound so loud and desperate that it echoed off the walls. The feather seemed to amplify every nerve ending in his foot, sending waves of ticklish agony up his leg and straight to his brain. He squirmed and thrashed as much as the restraints would allow, but there was no escaping the relentless tickling.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE, NO! STOP! I CAN’T TAKE IT!” Isaac screamed, his voice cracking as he begged for mercy. But Joey was relentless.
“You know, I didn’t realize how ticklish you were,” Joey teased, his voice low and amused. “And to think, I haven’t even used the hairbrush yet.”
Isaac’s heart sank as he remembered the hairbrush from the night before. The feather was bad enough, but the thought of those stiff bristles on his already sensitive feet was terrifying. “NO! PLEASE! NOT THE HAIRBRUSH!” Isaac pleaded, his voice rising in pitch as he imagined the torment to come.
Joey grinned, clearly enjoying Isaac’s panic. He continued to stroke the feather between Isaac’s toes, a delicate touch that drove Isaac wild. “Wow, your feet are more ticklish than I expected,” Joey observed, his voice filled with mock surprise. “I guess your inner thighs have some competition.”
Isaac could barely hear Joey over the sound of his own laughter. The tickling was so intense, so overwhelming, that it felt like his entire world had shrunk down to the sensation of that feather on his feet. He was losing himself in the laughter, his mind unable to process anything else.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Joey set the feather down. Isaac panted heavily, trying to catch his breath, but he knew his reprieve would be short-lived. Joey reached for the hairbrush, and Isaac’s eyes widened in terror. He tried to pull his feet away, but the restraints held him firmly in place.
“Please, Joey, don’t do this,” Isaac begged, his voice trembling. “I’m sorry! I’ll never tickle you again! I’ll do anything!”
But Joey was unmoved. “You know, Isaac, you said the same thing last night,” he replied coolly, running the brush’s bristles lightly across Isaac’s left foot. The effect was immediate and devastating.
Isaac’s body jerked as if he’d been electrocuted. The hairbrush was ten times worse than the feather, the bristles rough and unforgiving as they scraped across the sensitive skin of his foot. The laughter that burst out of him was uncontrollable, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to come from the very core of his being.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! STOP! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Isaac screamed, his entire body convulsing as Joey methodically brushed his foot from heel to toes and back again. The sensation was unbearable, the tickling so intense that Isaac felt like he was going to lose his mind. He had never imagined that something as simple as a hairbrush could reduce him to this—a helpless, laughing wreck.
Joey watched Isaac’s reaction with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. He knew that Isaac was truly suffering now, but that was the point. Isaac needed to understand the consequences of pushing someone’s boundaries, even if it was meant in fun.
As the minutes ticked by, Joey continued to brush Isaac’s feet, alternating between the left and right, never giving him a moment to recover. Isaac’s laughter grew more desperate, his pleas for mercy more frantic, but Joey remained focused on his task. The hairbrush explored every inch of Isaac’s feet, from the arches to the balls, to the tender spots beneath his toes. No area was spared, and Isaac’s mind was spiraling into a ticklish haze.
“Ten minutes left,” Joey announced, glancing at the clock. Isaac barely registered the words, his mind too foggy with laughter and exhaustion to comprehend anything other than the relentless tickling. His voice had gone hoarse from screaming, and his body was drenched in sweat. He felt like he was going to pass out, but the tickling kept him painfully awake.
Joey, determined to make the most of every last second, increased the pressure of the brush strokes. Isaac’s laughter turned silent, his mouth open in a soundless scream as his body convulsed on the bed. Joey didn’t let up, even as the clock ticked down to the final moments of Isaac’s torment. He kept brushing, making sure Isaac would never forget this lesson.
Finally, the two hours were up. Joey set the hairbrush down, his fingers trembling from the exertion. Isaac lay on the bed, completely still except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to breathe. His face was bright red, streaked with tears, and his body was limp with exhaustion.
Joey untied Isaac’s ankles, then his wrists, before sitting down beside him on the bed. He watched Isaac with a mixture of concern and satisfaction, waiting for him to recover enough to speak.
After several long minutes, Isaac finally stirred, his eyes slowly opening. He looked up at Joey with a dazed expression, still trying to process everything that had happened. “Was that as much fun as you thought it would be?” Joey asked, his tone gentle but firm.
Isaac shook his head weakly. “I’m so sorry for what I did to you,” he rasped, his voice raw from laughing and screaming. “I had no idea it would be this intense… this awful. I’ll never, ever do it again. I swear.”
Joey smiled softly and reached out to brush a strand of hair from Isaac’s sweaty forehead. “I believe you,” he said, his voice warm and forgiving. “I just wanted to make sure you understood how it felt. I never want to go through that again, and I don’t want you to either.”
Isaac nodded, his eyes welling up with tears. “I’m sorry, Joey. I really am.”
Joey leaned down and kissed Isaac’s forehead, then wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. “I know, and I forgive you,” he whispered. “Let’s put this behind us and move forward, okay?”
Isaac clung to Joey, grateful for his understanding and forgiveness. “Okay,” he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Joey replied, holding Isaac close.
They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the intensity of the past two hours slowly fade away. Eventually, Joey pulled back and looked at Isaac with a gentle smile. “Come on, let’s get some rest,” he suggested, helping Isaac to his feet.
Isaac nodded, still feeling weak and shaky as they crawled into bed together. Joey pulled the covers over them, wrapping his arms around Isaac as they settled in for the night. Isaac closed his eyes, feeling safe and loved in Joey’s embrace, and drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
The next morning, Isaac woke up to the sound of Joey’s voice. “So, how are you feeling?” Joey asked, his tone light and teasing.
Isaac groaned softly, stretching his sore muscles. “I’m fine… but my feet are killing me,” he admitted, wincing as he flexed his toes. “That hairbrush is no joke.”
Joey chuckled and kissed Isaac’s cheek. “I hope you learned your lesson.”
“I did,” Isaac replied sincerely. “I promise, no more tickling without your permission.”
“Good,” Joey said, his smile warm. “Now, how about some breakfast? I’m starving.” Isaac smiled back, feeling a deep sense of relief. “Sounds good,” he agreed, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. As they made their way to the kitchen, Isaac couldn’t help but feel grateful that, despite everything, they had managed to come out stronger on the other side.
As they sat down to eat, Joey noticed the feather still lying on the floor from the night before. He picked it up with a smirk and waved it teasingly in front of Isaac. “Maybe next time, you’ll listen when I ask you to stop,” he teased.
Isaac’s eyes widened as he quickly backed away, holding up his hands in surrender. “No! I’m sorry! I learned my lesson! Please, don’t do it again!” he pleaded, his voice tinged with genuine fear.
Joey laughed, tossing the feather into the trash. “Relax, I’m just kidding. I won’t tickle you again. I know you learned your lesson.”
Isaac exhaled deeply as his heartbeat gradually steadied, the memory of two relentless hours of tickling etched in his mind—a lesson in personal boundaries and consent he knew he wouldn’t need to learn twice.
After breakfast, the two of them sat down to watch TV together, though Isaac made sure to keep a safe distance on the couch. Joey noticed and couldn’t resist one last tease. “Are you going to listen to me next time?” he asked playfully.
“Yes, of course!” Isaac replied, trying to mask his nervousness as he settled into his spot.
“Good, but why are you sitting all the way over there?” Joey asked, reaching over to give Isaac’s side a quick, playful squeeze. Isaac yelped and burst into laughter, but this time, it was free of fear. Reassured, Isaac scooted closer to Joey and nestled into his side with a contented sigh. Joey smiled, satisfied that Isaac had truly learned his lesson.
THE END
Joey’s apparent sensitivity to tickling had always intrigued Isaac; whenever he tried to be playful in that regard, Joey would immediately push his hands away. Isaac had attempted to sneak in foot tickles during foot rubs, but Joey would swiftly withdraw his size 13 feet, making it clear he wasn’t in the mood.
Isaac knew he needed to find a way to get Joey securely bound to the bed. Once bound, Joey would be at his mercy, and Isaac could tickle him until the grumpiness was tickled right out of him. His plan was simple: wait until after they had sex, when Joey would be exhausted and ready to drift off to sleep, then make his move.
Isaac was aware of Joey's vulnerability when it came to being sexually dominated, a fact that played perfectly into his plan. He would give Joey an unforgettable experience and then tie him down to execute his ticklish plot. Joey wouldn’t see it coming.
The first part of Isaac’s plan went smoothly. Joey, worn out from their passionate encounter, was easily coaxed into bed. As they lay together, Isaac reached under the pillow, where he had hidden some rope earlier. In a matter of moments, Joey’s wrists were tied to the headboard, followed by his ankles, spreading his legs wide. Isaac ensured that each limb was securely fastened, leaving Joey completely at his mercy.
Joey, still groggy and unsuspecting, barely registered what was happening until it was too late. His eyes snapped open as he realized his predicament. “What are you doing? Why am I being tied up?” he asked, a mix of confusion and concern in his voice.
Isaac simply smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ve been a big grump lately, and I think I know a way to fix that,” he replied, his tone light but with a hint of playful menace. Joey struggled against his bonds, but they held firm. “Why are you doing this? What do you plan to do?”
“I’m going to tickle you until you can’t take it anymore,” Isaac said with a grin.
“You wouldn’t,” Joey protested, shaking his head.
“I would,” Isaac confirmed, “I can tell you’re really ticklish, and you need this. You need to laugh, and I’m going to help you do just that.”
“No, no, no! Stop! No tickling!” Joey’s voice grew more desperate as he realized Isaac was serious.
Ignoring Joey’s pleas, Isaac went to the closet and pulled out a small suitcase. He placed it on the bed and opened it, revealing an array of tickling tools he had collected. He carefully selected a soft, delicate feather and held it up for Joey to see.
“A feather? Where did you get that?” Joey asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“Online,” Isaac replied, “It’s a real hummingbird feather. Soft and perfect for what I have in mind.” Joey’s horror grew as Isaac brought the feather closer to his bare feet. The moment the feather made contact with his skin, Joey’s body jolted, and he threw his head back in laughter.
“Hehehehehehehehe! Please, stop!” Joey yelled, his voice filled with uncontrollable mirth. But Isaac was undeterred. “You look so cute when you laugh. I have to continue,” Isaac teased, moving the feather in a slow, deliberate pattern across Joey’s foot, from the heel, across the arch, up to the ball, over the toes, and back down again. Each stroke sent Joey into a fit of hysterics, his laughter filling the room.
“Please, stop!” Joey begged, his face turning red from the exertion. “Nah, I think I’m having too much fun,” Isaac replied, his grin widening as he watched Joey squirm helplessly.
Isaac eventually put the feather down and picked up an electric toothbrush. Seeing Joey's confused expression, Isaac explained, "I did some research online and found out it's actually one of the most effective tools for tickling." Joey’s eyes widened in horror. “Please don’t,” he pleaded.
Ignoring Joey’s pleas, Isaac placed the brush on Joey’s right sole. The second the bristles touched his foot, Joey broke into uncontrollable laughter, his body writhing against the restraints. “Please! Please stop!” Joey cried, his voice cracking with desperation.
Isaac continued to brush, teasing Joey’s feet relentlessly. He brushed the soles, toes, and heels, taking his time to explore every ticklish spot. Joey’s laughter grew more frantic, tears streaming down his face as he begged for mercy.
But Isaac wasn’t done. He picked up the feather again and resumed his tickling, this time focusing on the sensitive skin between Joey’s toes. Joey gasped and cackled, his body convulsing with laughter.
“No! Stop! No more!” Joey pleaded, his voice hoarse from screaming. “Yes, more,” Isaac corrected, his voice playful yet firm. He continued to tease Joey’s feet, savoring every moment of his boyfriend’s helpless laughter.
Isaac finally decided to change tactics. He reached back into the suitcase and pulled out a medium-sized, soft paintbrush. Joey’s eyes widened in fear as Isaac brought it closer to his feet.
“No, please, no,” Joey pleaded, his voice shaking.
Isaac smiled. “Yes, please yes,” he replied, mocking Joey’s earlier words. He began brushing the paintbrush across Joey’s right foot, eliciting a fresh wave of laughter. The soft bristles danced across Joey’s skin, driving him wild with ticklish sensations.
Joey’s mind was a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. He had never felt so vulnerable, so helpless. The tickling was overwhelming, each stroke of the brush pushing him closer to the edge. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please! No more!” Joey cried, his voice barely a whisper.
But Isaac wasn’t ready to stop. He reached for the hairbrush, and Joey’s heart sank. “A hairbrush? Please no!” Joey begged. “You know what’s coming,” Isaac said with a smirk, enjoying the anticipation that filled the room. He began to brush the hairbrush across Joey’s foot, the stiff bristles sending shockwaves of ticklishness through his body.
Joey’s laughter reached a fever pitch. He was utterly defeated, unable to fight back or escape the relentless tickling. His mind was a blur of sensation, his body trembling from the intensity.
After what felt like an eternity, Isaac finally paused, giving Joey a brief reprieve. Joey lay there, panting heavily, his face flushed and eyes glazed.
“Wow, you’re just so ticklish,” Isaac remarked, his voice filled with admiration. “I had no idea it would be this intense.”
“Isaac, let me go now, I'm serious. This has gone too far. You've tickled me for over 2 hours. At this point, you'll be lucky if I don't kick your ass for doing this to me,” Joey stated furiously.
Isaac’s playful demeanor shifted as Joey’s words sank in. The realization of what he had done hit him like a ton of bricks. “Oh god, Joey, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to push you this far! I thought I was doing something fun for both of us!” Isaac stammered, his voice cracking with guilt.
Joey sighed, still trying to catch his breath. “I love you, but I just can’t forgive you right now. Maybe if you let me go and we can talk about it later when we’ve both calmed down. I’m too angry to make a rational decision.”
Isaac’s heart sank as he untied Joey, watching as his boyfriend sat up and rubbed his sore wrists. Joey’s anger was palpable, and Isaac knew he had crossed a line.
“I’m going to sleep in the spare bedroom tonight,” Joey said quietly, gathering his clothes and a spare pillow. “This was a huge breach of trust. A few minutes could have been easily forgiven, but two hours… I need time to think about this.”
With that, Joey left the room, leaving Isaac alone with his thoughts. Isaac’s heart ached as he realized the gravity of his actions. He had thought it was all in good fun, but now he saw the damage he had done.
The next morning, Isaac woke up to the sound of Joey’s alarm. He had barely slept, his mind racing with regret. As he got up and went to the bathroom, he couldn’t shake the guilt that weighed on him. He splashed cold water on his face and brushed his teeth, trying to pull himself together before heading to the kitchen.
Joey was already at the table, eating cereal in silence. Isaac hesitated at the doorway, unsure of how to approach him. “Um, I’m going to make some coffee. Do you want anything?” he asked tentatively.
“I’m fine,” Joey replied curtly, not looking up from his bowl.
Isaac felt a pang of sadness as he made his coffee and returned to the table. He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice soft. “Look, I’m really sorry about last night. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel bad. I just wanted us to have some fun together. I should have asked you before tying you up and tickling you, and I definitely shouldn’t have gone on for so long. I got carried away.”
Joey paused before responding, his voice measured. “I appreciate the apology, Isaac. But last night was more than just getting carried away. It felt like you were ignoring my boundaries and disregarding how I felt. We can’t have a relationship if you don’t respect those boundaries.”
Isaac nodded, his heart heavy. “You’re right. I realize now that I crossed a line. I promise, I’ll never do anything like that again without your consent.”
Joey sighed, pushing his empty cereal bowl aside. “I spent a lot of time thinking about what happened, and I believe there’s a way for us to move past this, but it’s going to take something from you.”
“Anything,” Isaac said, his voice full of sincerity. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Joey leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You’re going to let me tie you up and tickle you for two hours. That way, you can understand exactly what you put me through. Only then will I be able to fully forgive you.”
Isaac’s eyes widened in surprise. He had never considered himself particularly ticklish, but the thought of being on the receiving end of such an intense experience made him nervous. Still, he knew this was the only way to make things right. “Okay,” he agreed, albeit hesitantly. “That sounds fair.”
“Good,” Joey said, standing up from the table. “Let’s get ready for work, and we’ll deal with this tonight.”
The rest of the day passed in a haze for Isaac. His mind kept drifting back to Joey’s proposition, a mix of apprehension and determination swirling in his gut. He knew he deserved whatever was coming, but he couldn’t help but wonder just how ticklish he really was.
That evening, Isaac found himself standing in the bedroom, freshly showered, dressed only in his underwear, and towel-drying his short auburn hair. Joey was already in the room, arranging the restraints on the bed with a calm, methodical precision. “Ready?” Joey asked, glancing up at Isaac with an unreadable expression.
Isaac forced a confident smile, though his nerves were betraying him. “Of course. How bad can it be?” he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
Joey smirked. “Well, you’re about to find out.” He motioned for Isaac to lie down on the bed, which Isaac did without hesitation. Joey quickly straddled his waist, pinning his hands above his head and securing the restraints around his wrists. “Is that too tight?” Joey asked, his voice softer, almost caring. “No, it’s perfect,” Isaac replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Joey nodded, then moved his hands to Isaac’s sides. “Let’s see how ticklish you are,” he said, his fingers already starting to dance along Isaac’s ribs.
Isaac’s reaction was immediate. The moment Joey’s fingers made contact, a wave of sensation shot through him, and he burst into giggles. “Ohohohoho, nohohohohot thehehehere!” he managed to gasp between laughs.
The ticklish sensations were like tiny electric shocks shooting straight to his brain, making it impossible to focus on anything else. All he could do was laugh and squirm beneath Joey’s touch.
Joey’s smirk widened as he continued to tickle Isaac’s sides, enjoying the sight of his mischievous boyfriend reduced to a giggling, wiggling mess. “Sorry, but I have to make sure you’re all smiled and happy,” Joey teased, echoing Isaac’s words from the night before.
“It’s not fahahahair!” Isaac protested through his laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh, so it wasn’t fair for me either?” Joey questioned, his tone pointed.
“Nohohohot thehehehe same!” Isaac replied, his face turning bright red as Joey’s fingers moved to his ribs, vibrating them with a firm but gentle pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, and Isaac could do nothing but laugh uncontrollably, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
Joey continued his assault on Isaac’s ribs, watching as Isaac’s laughter grew more frantic, his body twisting and writhing on the bed. Joey leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Are you gonna listen to me next time?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Isaac cried out, his laughter tinged with desperation.
“Are you gonna respect my boundaries?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!”
“Are you gonna be a good boy?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!”
“Good,” Joey said, but he wasn’t ready to stop. “We still have one hour and forty-five minutes to go, so just lay back, relax, and enjoy the tickles.”
Isaac’s mind was a whirl of sensations. The tickling was relentless, and he couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of Joey’s fingers dancing over his ribs and sides. Overwhelmed, he was caught in a bizarre mix of helplessness and a strange, conflicted thrill. Despite hating it, a part of him couldn’t deny the odd excitement coursing through him.
But when Joey’s hands moved to his thighs, squeezing and digging into the sensitive flesh, everything changed. Isaac’s eyes shot wide open, and a scream of laughter tore from his throat. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Joey laughed with him, clearly enjoying the reaction. “Oh, so your thighs are ticklish too?” he teased, expertly working Isaac’s inner thighs, right where they met his torso.
The sensation was unbearable. Isaac felt as if he might levitate off the bed if not for the restraints holding him down. His laughter grew more hysterical, his body writhing in desperation. The intensity hit him like a freight train—he had never imagined he could be this ticklish. What had begun with a strange enjoyment had now crossed the line into pure torture. “STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IHIHIT!”
But Joey wasn’t ready to stop. He continued to tickle Isaac’s inner thighs for what felt like an eternity, reveling in the sight of his usually confident boyfriend reduced to a helpless, laughing mess. When Joey finally paused, Isaac lay there panting, completely spent. His body trembled from the intensity of the tickling, his mind a haze of sensations.
“So, how are you enjoying being tickled?” Joey asked, already knowing the answer.
“It’s the most overwhelming thing I’ve ever experienced,” Isaac replied, his voice trembling with exhaustion.
Joey’s expression softened slightly. “Yeah, that’s what I thought when you started tickling me non-stop last night.”
“I really am sorry for that. I never meant to hurt you,” Isaac said, his voice filled with genuine remorse.
“I know, and I forgive you. Just please don’t do it again,” Joey replied, his tone firm. “You’re lucky I still love you after all that.”
“I understand. I won’t do it again, I promise,” Isaac said, his voice shaky with sincerity.
Joey nodded, then gave Isaac a mischievous smile. “Good. Now let’s get back to the tickling, shall we?”
Isaac’s eyes widened in panic as Joey reached for his inner thighs again. “No, no, please not there! It’s too much! Please! I didn’t tickle you there!” Isaac pleaded desperately. Joey laughed. “I know, but that’s what makes it even more fun.”
Isaac’s heart dropped as Joey’s fingers descended once more. The tickling sensation returned with a vengeance, and Isaac screamed with laughter. He was sure he was going to lose his mind or even pass out from the intensity. The feeling was so overwhelming that he couldn’t think of anything else. He was at Joey’s mercy, and all he could do was endure the relentless tickling.
After what felt like hours, Joey finally gave Isaac a break. Isaac lay motionless on the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He was utterly exhausted, his body trembling from the aftershocks of the tickling. He had never felt so vulnerable, so completely at someone else’s mercy. He was beginning to truly understand why Joey had been so upset the night before, and the guilt weighed heavily on him.
Joey watched Isaac carefully, giving him a few minutes to recover before speaking again. “So, how was it?”
“It was the worst experience of my life,” Isaac replied honestly, his voice barely a whisper.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Joey said with a smirk. “You still have another forty-five minutes before the two-hour mark. I think for the grand finale, I’m going to tickle your feet. They can’t be any worse than your inner thighs, right?”
Isaac’s eyes widened in terror. He had never been tickled on his feet before, and he had no idea how he would react. The thought filled him with dread. “Please, no! I don’t think I can take it! I’ll do anything!” Isaac pleaded desperately.
Joey chuckled darkly. “That’s the point. You’re going to suffer for what you did to me.” He moved to the foot of the bed, pulling up a chair and sitting down directly in front of Isaac’s restrained feet. They were securely bound, unable to move, and completely at Joey’s mercy.
Isaac’s heart raced as Joey picked up the feather he had used the night before. “Please, no! I’m too ticklish! I can’t handle it!” Isaac begged, his voice tinged with panic.
Joey ignored Isaac’s pleas and began to lightly brush the feather across Isaac’s right foot. The moment the feather touched his skin, Isaac exploded into laughter. The sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced—light, ticklish, and utterly unbearable.
His laughter filled the room, a sound so loud and desperate that it echoed off the walls. The feather seemed to amplify every nerve ending in his foot, sending waves of ticklish agony up his leg and straight to his brain. He squirmed and thrashed as much as the restraints would allow, but there was no escaping the relentless tickling.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE, NO! STOP! I CAN’T TAKE IT!” Isaac screamed, his voice cracking as he begged for mercy. But Joey was relentless.
“You know, I didn’t realize how ticklish you were,” Joey teased, his voice low and amused. “And to think, I haven’t even used the hairbrush yet.”
Isaac’s heart sank as he remembered the hairbrush from the night before. The feather was bad enough, but the thought of those stiff bristles on his already sensitive feet was terrifying. “NO! PLEASE! NOT THE HAIRBRUSH!” Isaac pleaded, his voice rising in pitch as he imagined the torment to come.
Joey grinned, clearly enjoying Isaac’s panic. He continued to stroke the feather between Isaac’s toes, a delicate touch that drove Isaac wild. “Wow, your feet are more ticklish than I expected,” Joey observed, his voice filled with mock surprise. “I guess your inner thighs have some competition.”
Isaac could barely hear Joey over the sound of his own laughter. The tickling was so intense, so overwhelming, that it felt like his entire world had shrunk down to the sensation of that feather on his feet. He was losing himself in the laughter, his mind unable to process anything else.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Joey set the feather down. Isaac panted heavily, trying to catch his breath, but he knew his reprieve would be short-lived. Joey reached for the hairbrush, and Isaac’s eyes widened in terror. He tried to pull his feet away, but the restraints held him firmly in place.
“Please, Joey, don’t do this,” Isaac begged, his voice trembling. “I’m sorry! I’ll never tickle you again! I’ll do anything!”
But Joey was unmoved. “You know, Isaac, you said the same thing last night,” he replied coolly, running the brush’s bristles lightly across Isaac’s left foot. The effect was immediate and devastating.
Isaac’s body jerked as if he’d been electrocuted. The hairbrush was ten times worse than the feather, the bristles rough and unforgiving as they scraped across the sensitive skin of his foot. The laughter that burst out of him was uncontrollable, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to come from the very core of his being.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! STOP! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Isaac screamed, his entire body convulsing as Joey methodically brushed his foot from heel to toes and back again. The sensation was unbearable, the tickling so intense that Isaac felt like he was going to lose his mind. He had never imagined that something as simple as a hairbrush could reduce him to this—a helpless, laughing wreck.
Joey watched Isaac’s reaction with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. He knew that Isaac was truly suffering now, but that was the point. Isaac needed to understand the consequences of pushing someone’s boundaries, even if it was meant in fun.
As the minutes ticked by, Joey continued to brush Isaac’s feet, alternating between the left and right, never giving him a moment to recover. Isaac’s laughter grew more desperate, his pleas for mercy more frantic, but Joey remained focused on his task. The hairbrush explored every inch of Isaac’s feet, from the arches to the balls, to the tender spots beneath his toes. No area was spared, and Isaac’s mind was spiraling into a ticklish haze.
“Ten minutes left,” Joey announced, glancing at the clock. Isaac barely registered the words, his mind too foggy with laughter and exhaustion to comprehend anything other than the relentless tickling. His voice had gone hoarse from screaming, and his body was drenched in sweat. He felt like he was going to pass out, but the tickling kept him painfully awake.
Joey, determined to make the most of every last second, increased the pressure of the brush strokes. Isaac’s laughter turned silent, his mouth open in a soundless scream as his body convulsed on the bed. Joey didn’t let up, even as the clock ticked down to the final moments of Isaac’s torment. He kept brushing, making sure Isaac would never forget this lesson.
Finally, the two hours were up. Joey set the hairbrush down, his fingers trembling from the exertion. Isaac lay on the bed, completely still except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to breathe. His face was bright red, streaked with tears, and his body was limp with exhaustion.
Joey untied Isaac’s ankles, then his wrists, before sitting down beside him on the bed. He watched Isaac with a mixture of concern and satisfaction, waiting for him to recover enough to speak.
After several long minutes, Isaac finally stirred, his eyes slowly opening. He looked up at Joey with a dazed expression, still trying to process everything that had happened. “Was that as much fun as you thought it would be?” Joey asked, his tone gentle but firm.
Isaac shook his head weakly. “I’m so sorry for what I did to you,” he rasped, his voice raw from laughing and screaming. “I had no idea it would be this intense… this awful. I’ll never, ever do it again. I swear.”
Joey smiled softly and reached out to brush a strand of hair from Isaac’s sweaty forehead. “I believe you,” he said, his voice warm and forgiving. “I just wanted to make sure you understood how it felt. I never want to go through that again, and I don’t want you to either.”
Isaac nodded, his eyes welling up with tears. “I’m sorry, Joey. I really am.”
Joey leaned down and kissed Isaac’s forehead, then wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. “I know, and I forgive you,” he whispered. “Let’s put this behind us and move forward, okay?”
Isaac clung to Joey, grateful for his understanding and forgiveness. “Okay,” he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Joey replied, holding Isaac close.
They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the intensity of the past two hours slowly fade away. Eventually, Joey pulled back and looked at Isaac with a gentle smile. “Come on, let’s get some rest,” he suggested, helping Isaac to his feet.
Isaac nodded, still feeling weak and shaky as they crawled into bed together. Joey pulled the covers over them, wrapping his arms around Isaac as they settled in for the night. Isaac closed his eyes, feeling safe and loved in Joey’s embrace, and drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
The next morning, Isaac woke up to the sound of Joey’s voice. “So, how are you feeling?” Joey asked, his tone light and teasing.
Isaac groaned softly, stretching his sore muscles. “I’m fine… but my feet are killing me,” he admitted, wincing as he flexed his toes. “That hairbrush is no joke.”
Joey chuckled and kissed Isaac’s cheek. “I hope you learned your lesson.”
“I did,” Isaac replied sincerely. “I promise, no more tickling without your permission.”
“Good,” Joey said, his smile warm. “Now, how about some breakfast? I’m starving.” Isaac smiled back, feeling a deep sense of relief. “Sounds good,” he agreed, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. As they made their way to the kitchen, Isaac couldn’t help but feel grateful that, despite everything, they had managed to come out stronger on the other side.
As they sat down to eat, Joey noticed the feather still lying on the floor from the night before. He picked it up with a smirk and waved it teasingly in front of Isaac. “Maybe next time, you’ll listen when I ask you to stop,” he teased.
Isaac’s eyes widened as he quickly backed away, holding up his hands in surrender. “No! I’m sorry! I learned my lesson! Please, don’t do it again!” he pleaded, his voice tinged with genuine fear.
Joey laughed, tossing the feather into the trash. “Relax, I’m just kidding. I won’t tickle you again. I know you learned your lesson.”
Isaac exhaled deeply as his heartbeat gradually steadied, the memory of two relentless hours of tickling etched in his mind—a lesson in personal boundaries and consent he knew he wouldn’t need to learn twice.
After breakfast, the two of them sat down to watch TV together, though Isaac made sure to keep a safe distance on the couch. Joey noticed and couldn’t resist one last tease. “Are you going to listen to me next time?” he asked playfully.
“Yes, of course!” Isaac replied, trying to mask his nervousness as he settled into his spot.
“Good, but why are you sitting all the way over there?” Joey asked, reaching over to give Isaac’s side a quick, playful squeeze. Isaac yelped and burst into laughter, but this time, it was free of fear. Reassured, Isaac scooted closer to Joey and nestled into his side with a contented sigh. Joey smiled, satisfied that Isaac had truly learned his lesson.
THE END
