Finn whistled merrily as he opened the door, shopping bag hooked over his arm, and swanned casually through. Inside was his apartment; an airy loft that screamed millennial urbanite, from the exposed brick, to the rustic furniture, to the open plan kitchen and living area. Finn admired the charm, and the central location suited the curious and excitable 23-year-old perfectly. What suited him less perfectly was the stomach-churning rent. Thankfully he had found a solution to that problem, and said solution was sat on the sofa as Finn wandered in.
Oscar had been one of seven others that Finn had bunked with during his hectic college years. Finn liked to party, but the animals he had been paired with were a different breed entirely. Oscar, a fairly broody and quiet guy, didn’t talk to any of them much, including Finn. Regardless, the two had formed a natural bond through the survival of 5am raves and biohazardous kitchen mess. When it finally became time to flee that hellish nest, Finn and Oscar decided to hunt for a flat together. The loft had appealed to Oscar too, being just down the street from the gym he never seemed to be out of. The place seemed perfect to live in, and the rent was just about manageable between them.
The big caveat, however, was that the flat only contained one bedroom. It was a very large bedroom to be sure, more than enough physical space for both of them, although Finn’s shopaholic tendencies consumed more than his fair share compared to Oscar’s neat belongings. The real conflict came from two very different young men being jammed together with no privacy. On half a dozen occasions, Finn had ended a night of bouncing between his favourite bars by bringing home a hot guy for some bedroom action. He wasn’t embarrassed by such sexual frivolity, but Oscar sure was. As soon as he heard Finn come home with a partner, Oscar would storm over to the sofa to sleep, blanket draped over himself, making sure to give Finn a piercing glare as he did so. Finn did feel guilty about this and would steer things to the guy’s house whenever possible, but needs were needs after all, and what good was a springy bed if not to bounce on?
Oscar glanced briefly up from his phone to acknowledge Finn, before returning to his absentminded scrolling. “Good morning!”, Finn exclaimed cheerily.
“It’s nearly 3pm”, Oscar replied dismissively. Finn found Oscar’s flat chatter uniquely charming, though someone less upbeat might find him rather rude.
“You’re telling me? I’ve been out already, you’re the one sat inside on a sunny Friday”, Finn shot back playfully.
“I was out at the gym at 6:30am for your information, whilst you were face down and snoring”, Oscar replied haughtily.
“That damn gym!”, Finn remarked. “You need to spend less time picking up heavy bits of metal and get some fun hobbies”.
Although Finn commonly mocked Oscar’s fitness obsession as a joke, he secretly admired Oscar’s physique all the time. Chiselled biceps that bulged out of every shirt, shoulders as broad as any he had ever seen, and strong firm hands that looked like they could pin down anything… or anyone. Not to mention the stunning pecs and abs Finn loved to sneak a peak at when he was changing. He was also just jealous of that level of commitment and dedication, though keeping himself so slim and lean wasn’t exactly a picnic.
“And what are your hobbies? Shopping? What did you buy this time?”, Oscar questioned. The buff man tried to sound vaguely disinterested as always, but Finn could detect a hint of buried excitement in his words. Oscar often tried to act superior to Finn and his impulsiveness, but it was clear that behind that mask he somewhat enjoyed Finn’s spontaneous antics, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
“No actually, Mr Snobby”, Finn derided heartily. “I met up with some friends I haven’t seen in a while, and we decided to do a little gift exchange since we hadn’t met up since before Christmas”.
“But it’s almost Marc---“.
“Shush now”, Finn chided. “Anyway, we each got paired with one other person, like a secret Santa type deal. Here is what my ‘Santa’ got me”. Finn rummaged in the bag before pulling out a small package. In his hand was a small plastic packet containing a pair of handcuffs. Finn ripped it open giddily.
“Handcuffs? So, I guess your friends are exposed to just as much of your bedroom depravity as I am, if that’s what they think to get you”, Oscar posited.
“Depravity? I knew you were homophobic deep down!”, Finn accused him light-heartedly.
“Yeah yeah, whatever you say. I don’t think it’s controversial to be completely cool with gay guys but not want to actually see and hear it across the same room”, Oscar rebuked righteously. Finn chuckled, holding one of the metal cuffs and swinging the other back and forth by the connecting chain.
“Well, I hope you’re comfy on that sofa, because I’m going out flirting tonight”, Finn announced cheekily, prompting a slightly irritated snort from Oscar. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even use these cuffs on the lucky guy when we’re fooling around”.
“Ugh, too much information”, Oscar grunted, swiping the air with his hand as if to swat away Finn’s freakiness. “Besides, those are just novelty handcuffs, they’d break in two seconds”.
“Listen to the handcuff expert over here. I don’t see you bringing back many girls to tie up”, Finn retorted.
“I don’t need cuffs to restrain a girl, I can do that with my hands”, Oscar answered proudly. Finn was caught off guard by the remark and started to blush awkwardly, whilst Oscar looked away and cleared his throat as if he’d accidentally said a private thought out loud. “Uhhh anyway, I don’t need to be an expert to know those handcuffs would snap right away. Or at least I could escape them that fast”.
Finn took a closer look at the handcuffs. The chain connecting them did look fairly flimsy, like a string of paperclips. The metal cuffs themselves were fairly shaky and thin. Finn reckoned even he could tear them apart, and Oscar definitely could. They certainly wouldn’t hold up during sprightly amorous activities. Finn wasn’t too dismayed; he had already purchased a pair of military grade handcuffs a few weeks ago that were stashed away in his underwear drawer, and from his preliminary pulling and twisting they seemed nigh unbreakable. As he considered whether someone as strong as Oscar could get free from them, a dastardly idea popped into Finn’s head.
“Wow, very confident indeed. You’re really that sure you could break these cuffs?”, Finn asked inquisitively, prompting a smug nod from Oscar. “Okay then, how about a wager? I’ll cuff you with these, and if you can escape by yourself, I promise not to bring anyone back here for the next month. If you can’t, no more complaining about my sex life for a month instead”.
“Cuff me? That’s pretty weird… and not having sex right next to me is the bare minimum, you should follow that without a wager”, Oscar outlined.
“Look, if you’re too scared to lose then just say that”, Finn stated mischievously.
“I’m not scared of…”, Oscar trailed off. He ran a hand through his hair, lightly tugging on the dark curls as he considered the proposal. “Agh, fuck it. But if, no when I win, no more drunken sex at 3am?”.
“Not here anyway!”, Finn agreed. The two shook hands to confirm the wager, though Oscar’s grip was so firm and masculine compared to Finn’s delicate fingers.
Finn scampered off into the bedroom. Quietly opening his underwear drawer, his hand fished around in the messy pile of underwear until it felt the cold steel of his sturdy proper handcuffs. He slipped the good handcuffs into his pocket and held up the novelty set. “Hurry up and get in here!”, Finn called out, ushering Oscar into the bedroom
“What are we doing through here? Aren’t you just gonna cuff my hands?”, Oscar asked confusedly.
“No, silly. You said these handcuffs would break during sex. So, it’s only fair to test them out in that position”, Finn reasoned with a sly grin. “Now hop on my bed, and raise your arms to the headboard”. Oscar shifted uncomfortably on the spot for a moment, but Finn shook the fragile handcuffs in front of him, convincing him that the restraints would be no issue. He gave in and clambered onto the bed with a sigh. As Oscar got into position, Finn tucked the novelty cuffs into the back pocket of his jeans and plucked out the military handcuffs instead
At 6’2, Oscar’s large body took up the entire length of the bed, forcing him to bend his arms as he extended them. The bed had a simple metal frame, including thick bars running vertically along the top of the bed as a headboard. Oscar’s wrists lay there, waiting to be cuffed, though his face appeared a bit grumpy. Finn approached his roommate sheepishly at first, as he would a wild animal. Leaning over, he took Oscar’s left wrist and ratcheted one of the metal cuffs around it, securing it tightly but not painfully.
“Oh, that does feel a bit sturdier than it looked”, Oscar muttered with a hint of nervousness, but he remained still. Finn curled the handcuff chain around one of the bedframe’s bars and brought the second cuff back towards Oscar’s other arm. The cuff clicked as it locked around him, leaving Oscar now bound to the bed. Finn stepped back proudly, eyeing the hunk tied up in his room, and knowing the wager was already won.
“Okay then tough guy, get free!”, Finn challenged. Oscar started by forcefully tugging his restraints against the bar, expecting the weak metal links to bend and snap. Finn’s smile widened as the handcuffs held firm. Shock flashed across Oscar’s face briefly. He let out a fierce yank this time, his toned arms rippling as he tried to escape. All Oscar’s struggling managed to achieve was filling the room with the sound of the rattling handcuff chain.
“What’s the matter, I thought it would be easy?”, Finn taunted him. Oscar continued to jerk his arms around, straining every muscle to destroy his bonds. The old bed croaked under the pressure of a hulky man wrestling around on it. Panting, Oscar lay back for a moment to catch his breath, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
“I can’t… it’s not… why wont they break?”, Oscar exclaimed, exasperated. Finn watched his roommate’s chest rise and fall, breathing deeply as he recovered from his exertions. Oscar was clad in a dark tank top that showed off all of his impressive muscles. Finn noticed how exposed Oscar’s armpits were in particular; completely uncovered and conveniently spread wide open by his current position.
“I guess you’re not as strong as you thought”, Finn mocked in a friendly tone. He accentuated his comment with a quick scribble of his fingers into Oscar’s vulnerable pit.
“YAHHHH!”, Oscar yelped out, jerking away dramatically. Finn’s eyes lit up instantly. He’d had no idea Oscar was so sensitive; his surly friend was normally the peak of human defensiveness. Yet here he was, tied down and helpless. And Finn had a wager to win.
“Are you ticklish, Oscar?”, Finn asked in a condescending voice. Oscar looked away, his feet moving around anxiously at the end of the bed. “I’m not… look, just give me a minute and I’ll be out of these”, Oscar insisted, sounding more than a little embarrassed.
“If you like, I could give you a bit of motivation to get free?”, Finn offered wickedly. Oscar turned back just in time to see a pair of devilish hands descend on his armpits. Finn opened with a light array of swipes on each pit, sifting through the coarse black armpit hair that Oscar kept untrimmed. The bound boy thrashed at the sensation, wiggling back and forth on the bed as giggles began to stream from his mouth.
“Finnnn… sto-ooppp iittt-tt, geettt awwayyyy”, Oscar barked at him, though he sounded less menacing than he hoped as his words were interlaced with girlish laughter. Finn doubled down, clawing playfully on his subject’s skin. Each swipe and stroke drove Oscar’s laughing up a few decibels, and the pulling against his handcuffs grew more ferocious. His lower body flopped around on the bed in a panic, his sizeable butt bouncing up and down to discharge the ticklish energy flowing through him.
“If you want me to stop tickling your itty bitty little pitties, just concede the wager”, Finn proposed, raking Oscar’s hollows with lethal precision. The tickle victim rolled from side to side, trying desperately to avoid Finn’s terrorising hands, but the wiggling fingers pursued those pits relentlessly. “I dooontt conceeeedee, neeveerrrr”, Oscar rejected pridefully, as his body continued to flail around wildly on the bed.
“That’s too bad roomie! Guess I’ll torment your body alllll day long!”, Finn chirped gloatingly. He could see his victim’s muscles bulging in his futile struggle, still containing enough energy to continue fighting. His laughter was feminine and hysterical, which no doubt added to the inevitable embarrassment Finn knew his macho friend would be feeling. Oscar’s legs kicked aimlessly at the bottom of the bed, duvet tangling up around his feet in the chaos.
“You’re moving around a bit too much for my liking, let’s fix that”, Finn decided. He withdrew from Oscar’s armpits and dashed over to his battered desk chair, which was piled high with his “not dirty enough for the wash” clothes. Finn clumsily unwound a belt that was attached to a pair of scruffy jeans. He approached Oscar’s legs, leather belt in hand. “What are you doing now…?,” Oscar asked nervously. The tickler seized Oscar’s muscley calves and brought them together, the subject too surprised to resist. Finn wrapped the belt tightly around Oscar’s ankles, tying an awkward knot with the thick leather. He retrieved another belt from the chair and quickly looped it between the ankle belt and the metal bars at the bottom of the bedframe. Though makeshift, this effectively lashed Oscar down to the bed at both ends, severely limiting his manoeuvrability.
“I don’t think you’re getting free any time soon, buddy”, Finn remarked brazenly. “Just admit you’ve lost, and I’ll let you out! All you need to say is ‘Finn, please loudly rail as many guys as you want in our room, I don’t mind one bit! In fact, I like hearing it!’; say that and I’ll untie you”. Oscar shot back a scowl, clearly displeased with this offer. “I am NEVER saying that, and I do NOT like hearing it”, Oscar growled at him. Notably, despite his situation Oscar didn’t sound overly annoyed, merely maintaining his normal grouchy demeanour which Finn had painstakingly come to understand as his form of reluctant affection. Finn took that as tacit consent to continue this little game and moved in on his next target.
“You want to know what I like hearing?” Finn asked rhetorically. “Your cute laughter as I tickle and tease you”. Swiftly, he dove upon Oscar’s right foot and began to roll the sock up, revealing the broad size ten sole. “Get away from my foot… I’m warning you Finn”, Oscar outlined. “Oooh, I’m so scared of Mister tied to the bed and helpless”, Finn mocked, plucking free the faintly sweaty gym sock. Oscar’s lower body muscles tensed as he pulled against the leather belts, but they were just as unwavering as the military handcuffs. The second sock was soon stripped off, exposing both sensitive feet to the world.
“I bet you’re nervous now, aren’t you? Such big feet too, plenty of space to run my nails up and down. And you can’t do anything about it, can you roomie? You’ll just have to lie there as I play with them”, Finn detailed. Oscar bit his lip and closed his eyes, the usually reticent man feeling rather ashamed at his sudden vulnerability. Four nails trailed up Oscar’s sole, eliciting a dire squeal. The nails glided swiftly along the smooth skin, from the resilient heels to the sensitive pads of his toes. Oscar jerked and thrashed a new, giggling up a storm as Finn flittered around on his arches.
“Coochie coochie coo, Osky!”, Finn mocked in a belittling baby voice. “Does the big stwwongg man not like having his feetsies tickled?”. Finn relentlessly ploughed the soft soles with scary efficiency. His nails were painted crimson red; fitting considering the lethal punishment he was dealing out on poor Oscar. The bound boy flapped his feet wildly to ward Finn away, but no amount of resistance could deter his assailant’s laser focus. “What’s wrong? I’m just giving your feet a massage!”, Finn insisted with taunting obliviousness. “Shhuuutttu uuppp-pp… yoouuuu knooo-ww daaamnnn wee-eeell”, Oscar retaliated.
“Maybe I’ll nibble your toes next, they look tasty!”, Finn proclaimed. “Youu-rree suuuch a free-eeak Fiinnnn”, Oscar gasped. Finn’s fierce fingers danced around the stems of Oscar’s toes, driving him even deeper into hilarity. Oscar futilely tried to clamp his toes against his foot in defence, but Finn had little trouble prying them apart and tormenting the tender skin in between them. The bed groaned once more under the stress of Oscar’s struggling. “Leeaavveee myy fee-eet alooonee… pleeas-see”, pleaded Oscar, his voice enshrined in reluctant humility. “See, I knew I could teach you some manners one of these days”, Finn bragged.
Finn retreated from Oscar’s overstimulated feet and swaggered around to the side of the bed. The gym enthusiast lay there sucking in deep breaths. His tanned olive skin sparkled in the sun, misted with a thin layer of sweat. The sand-coloured shorts Oscar wore had ridden down in the chaos, the rim of his boxers peeking out from beneath. Finn deftly climbed onto the bed, swinging a leg over his roommate until he was mounted upon his waist. Oscar looked up at him in an equal mixture of surprise and fear, as for once the comparatively short 5’7 Finn towered over him. With a couple of short tugs, Finn pulled Oscar’s tank top up until it was bundled around his chest, revealing everything between his pecs and hips.
“My my, what a big strong boy you are! You’re making me feel a little inadequate, buddy”, Finn commented wryly. He began to caress Oscar’s sides, running his hands along the edge of his stomach and along his ribs. His touch was soothing and soft, easing his subject’s tension. Oscar said nothing, but he let out a seemingly unconscious sigh as his muscles relaxed. “So guarded, so private… you never let anyone touch you like this, do you? Maybe I’m just uniquely irresistible”, Finn reasoned cheekily.
Oscar attempted to reply but only managed a few stammered syllables before being subdued by Finn’s tranquilising fingers. Up and down, Finn’s splayed hands embraced his roommate’s body gently. His skin was warm and slick with sweat. Finn felt a visceral thrill as he fondled Oscar’s firm muscles; he loved the idea of having such a powerful and dominant guy under his complete control. Oscar’s eyes were closed as he appeared to be drowning in comfortable bliss.
“You look so peaceful. Wouldn’t it be a shame if somebody were to absolutely wreck you with tickling right now…”, Finn announced evilly. Oscar’s eyes flashed open in anticipation, just in time to see his captor’s hands strike at his ribs like lightning. Finn prodded and poked at the tender points between each rib, shocking Oscar with ruthless precision. The bound man shrieked and thrashed anew, filling the room with the sound of his rattling handcuffs. The captive bucked uncontrollably, thrusting his hips chaotically. Finn tried his best to maintain his balance and avoid being tossed off the bed.
“Gosh, you definitely don’t like this spot do you?”, Finn said, grinning. His fingers pressed between each rib like he were playing the piano, though the sound it gave was less classical melody and more riotous laughter. “Pleaa-sssee stoooo-oooopp tiiii-ickliinngg mee-eeee, Fiiinnn pleeaassee I caaa-ann’t taaakee iiitt”, Oscar cried out. He continued to bounce around as much as possible, but Finn quickly adapted to stay mounted on top of his roommate. “I’ve got to say, you seem to have the most energy of all the men I’ve ever ridden”, Finn joked.
Keeping one hand callously focused on the ribs, Finn diverted his other to attack Oscar’s hips. He hooked a thumb just under the waistband of his shorts, and squeezed down around the hip bone. Oscar yelped wriggled his ass back and forth, hopelessly trying to unseat his tormenter. “NOOO-OO MO-OOREEE… IIITTS TOOO MUUCHH”, Oscar screeched. “You know how to end this, just say the phrase and concede the wager”, Finn triumphantly reminded him. “FUUCKK AS MAAANYY GUYYSS ASSS YOUU WAAAANT, WHAAATEVERR JUUUSST STOOPP, I GIIVE INN”, Oscar wailed in desperation.
Filled with otherworldly satisfaction, Finn relented on his poor roommate. Slipping off the bed, he retrieved the key from his bedside drawer and fiddled with the handcuff lock, struggling to undo it as Oscar’s exhausted arms quivered and shook. Eventually the restraints released with a resounding snick, freeing Oscar’s chafed wrists from bondage. The gym-goer lay there unmoving, panting for air. Finn untied the leather belts securing Oscar’s feet, but similarly he remained still. The boy was flush-faced and dishevelled, as if he’d just run a marathon.
“I knew you couldn’t do it. All bark and no bite you are mister”, Finn jested.
“Yeah well… I’ll get you back… somehow”, Oscar replied, his voice strained and ragged.
“I’ll be looking forward to it roomie! But tonight, get your earplugs out. I think it’ll be a loud one”.
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I had a lot of fun writing this one! I did get a little carried away with the characters and the set up, but I have a lot of fun and hot ideas for a part two (Oscar's revenge!!!) so please comment and let me know if you want to see that! I'm never sure if people really care for my stories so nice comments make the hours I waste on these kinky stories feel worth it! Thank you for reading.
Oscar had been one of seven others that Finn had bunked with during his hectic college years. Finn liked to party, but the animals he had been paired with were a different breed entirely. Oscar, a fairly broody and quiet guy, didn’t talk to any of them much, including Finn. Regardless, the two had formed a natural bond through the survival of 5am raves and biohazardous kitchen mess. When it finally became time to flee that hellish nest, Finn and Oscar decided to hunt for a flat together. The loft had appealed to Oscar too, being just down the street from the gym he never seemed to be out of. The place seemed perfect to live in, and the rent was just about manageable between them.
The big caveat, however, was that the flat only contained one bedroom. It was a very large bedroom to be sure, more than enough physical space for both of them, although Finn’s shopaholic tendencies consumed more than his fair share compared to Oscar’s neat belongings. The real conflict came from two very different young men being jammed together with no privacy. On half a dozen occasions, Finn had ended a night of bouncing between his favourite bars by bringing home a hot guy for some bedroom action. He wasn’t embarrassed by such sexual frivolity, but Oscar sure was. As soon as he heard Finn come home with a partner, Oscar would storm over to the sofa to sleep, blanket draped over himself, making sure to give Finn a piercing glare as he did so. Finn did feel guilty about this and would steer things to the guy’s house whenever possible, but needs were needs after all, and what good was a springy bed if not to bounce on?
Oscar glanced briefly up from his phone to acknowledge Finn, before returning to his absentminded scrolling. “Good morning!”, Finn exclaimed cheerily.
“It’s nearly 3pm”, Oscar replied dismissively. Finn found Oscar’s flat chatter uniquely charming, though someone less upbeat might find him rather rude.
“You’re telling me? I’ve been out already, you’re the one sat inside on a sunny Friday”, Finn shot back playfully.
“I was out at the gym at 6:30am for your information, whilst you were face down and snoring”, Oscar replied haughtily.
“That damn gym!”, Finn remarked. “You need to spend less time picking up heavy bits of metal and get some fun hobbies”.
Although Finn commonly mocked Oscar’s fitness obsession as a joke, he secretly admired Oscar’s physique all the time. Chiselled biceps that bulged out of every shirt, shoulders as broad as any he had ever seen, and strong firm hands that looked like they could pin down anything… or anyone. Not to mention the stunning pecs and abs Finn loved to sneak a peak at when he was changing. He was also just jealous of that level of commitment and dedication, though keeping himself so slim and lean wasn’t exactly a picnic.
“And what are your hobbies? Shopping? What did you buy this time?”, Oscar questioned. The buff man tried to sound vaguely disinterested as always, but Finn could detect a hint of buried excitement in his words. Oscar often tried to act superior to Finn and his impulsiveness, but it was clear that behind that mask he somewhat enjoyed Finn’s spontaneous antics, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
“No actually, Mr Snobby”, Finn derided heartily. “I met up with some friends I haven’t seen in a while, and we decided to do a little gift exchange since we hadn’t met up since before Christmas”.
“But it’s almost Marc---“.
“Shush now”, Finn chided. “Anyway, we each got paired with one other person, like a secret Santa type deal. Here is what my ‘Santa’ got me”. Finn rummaged in the bag before pulling out a small package. In his hand was a small plastic packet containing a pair of handcuffs. Finn ripped it open giddily.
“Handcuffs? So, I guess your friends are exposed to just as much of your bedroom depravity as I am, if that’s what they think to get you”, Oscar posited.
“Depravity? I knew you were homophobic deep down!”, Finn accused him light-heartedly.
“Yeah yeah, whatever you say. I don’t think it’s controversial to be completely cool with gay guys but not want to actually see and hear it across the same room”, Oscar rebuked righteously. Finn chuckled, holding one of the metal cuffs and swinging the other back and forth by the connecting chain.
“Well, I hope you’re comfy on that sofa, because I’m going out flirting tonight”, Finn announced cheekily, prompting a slightly irritated snort from Oscar. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even use these cuffs on the lucky guy when we’re fooling around”.
“Ugh, too much information”, Oscar grunted, swiping the air with his hand as if to swat away Finn’s freakiness. “Besides, those are just novelty handcuffs, they’d break in two seconds”.
“Listen to the handcuff expert over here. I don’t see you bringing back many girls to tie up”, Finn retorted.
“I don’t need cuffs to restrain a girl, I can do that with my hands”, Oscar answered proudly. Finn was caught off guard by the remark and started to blush awkwardly, whilst Oscar looked away and cleared his throat as if he’d accidentally said a private thought out loud. “Uhhh anyway, I don’t need to be an expert to know those handcuffs would snap right away. Or at least I could escape them that fast”.
Finn took a closer look at the handcuffs. The chain connecting them did look fairly flimsy, like a string of paperclips. The metal cuffs themselves were fairly shaky and thin. Finn reckoned even he could tear them apart, and Oscar definitely could. They certainly wouldn’t hold up during sprightly amorous activities. Finn wasn’t too dismayed; he had already purchased a pair of military grade handcuffs a few weeks ago that were stashed away in his underwear drawer, and from his preliminary pulling and twisting they seemed nigh unbreakable. As he considered whether someone as strong as Oscar could get free from them, a dastardly idea popped into Finn’s head.
“Wow, very confident indeed. You’re really that sure you could break these cuffs?”, Finn asked inquisitively, prompting a smug nod from Oscar. “Okay then, how about a wager? I’ll cuff you with these, and if you can escape by yourself, I promise not to bring anyone back here for the next month. If you can’t, no more complaining about my sex life for a month instead”.
“Cuff me? That’s pretty weird… and not having sex right next to me is the bare minimum, you should follow that without a wager”, Oscar outlined.
“Look, if you’re too scared to lose then just say that”, Finn stated mischievously.
“I’m not scared of…”, Oscar trailed off. He ran a hand through his hair, lightly tugging on the dark curls as he considered the proposal. “Agh, fuck it. But if, no when I win, no more drunken sex at 3am?”.
“Not here anyway!”, Finn agreed. The two shook hands to confirm the wager, though Oscar’s grip was so firm and masculine compared to Finn’s delicate fingers.
Finn scampered off into the bedroom. Quietly opening his underwear drawer, his hand fished around in the messy pile of underwear until it felt the cold steel of his sturdy proper handcuffs. He slipped the good handcuffs into his pocket and held up the novelty set. “Hurry up and get in here!”, Finn called out, ushering Oscar into the bedroom
“What are we doing through here? Aren’t you just gonna cuff my hands?”, Oscar asked confusedly.
“No, silly. You said these handcuffs would break during sex. So, it’s only fair to test them out in that position”, Finn reasoned with a sly grin. “Now hop on my bed, and raise your arms to the headboard”. Oscar shifted uncomfortably on the spot for a moment, but Finn shook the fragile handcuffs in front of him, convincing him that the restraints would be no issue. He gave in and clambered onto the bed with a sigh. As Oscar got into position, Finn tucked the novelty cuffs into the back pocket of his jeans and plucked out the military handcuffs instead
At 6’2, Oscar’s large body took up the entire length of the bed, forcing him to bend his arms as he extended them. The bed had a simple metal frame, including thick bars running vertically along the top of the bed as a headboard. Oscar’s wrists lay there, waiting to be cuffed, though his face appeared a bit grumpy. Finn approached his roommate sheepishly at first, as he would a wild animal. Leaning over, he took Oscar’s left wrist and ratcheted one of the metal cuffs around it, securing it tightly but not painfully.
“Oh, that does feel a bit sturdier than it looked”, Oscar muttered with a hint of nervousness, but he remained still. Finn curled the handcuff chain around one of the bedframe’s bars and brought the second cuff back towards Oscar’s other arm. The cuff clicked as it locked around him, leaving Oscar now bound to the bed. Finn stepped back proudly, eyeing the hunk tied up in his room, and knowing the wager was already won.
“Okay then tough guy, get free!”, Finn challenged. Oscar started by forcefully tugging his restraints against the bar, expecting the weak metal links to bend and snap. Finn’s smile widened as the handcuffs held firm. Shock flashed across Oscar’s face briefly. He let out a fierce yank this time, his toned arms rippling as he tried to escape. All Oscar’s struggling managed to achieve was filling the room with the sound of the rattling handcuff chain.
“What’s the matter, I thought it would be easy?”, Finn taunted him. Oscar continued to jerk his arms around, straining every muscle to destroy his bonds. The old bed croaked under the pressure of a hulky man wrestling around on it. Panting, Oscar lay back for a moment to catch his breath, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
“I can’t… it’s not… why wont they break?”, Oscar exclaimed, exasperated. Finn watched his roommate’s chest rise and fall, breathing deeply as he recovered from his exertions. Oscar was clad in a dark tank top that showed off all of his impressive muscles. Finn noticed how exposed Oscar’s armpits were in particular; completely uncovered and conveniently spread wide open by his current position.
“I guess you’re not as strong as you thought”, Finn mocked in a friendly tone. He accentuated his comment with a quick scribble of his fingers into Oscar’s vulnerable pit.
“YAHHHH!”, Oscar yelped out, jerking away dramatically. Finn’s eyes lit up instantly. He’d had no idea Oscar was so sensitive; his surly friend was normally the peak of human defensiveness. Yet here he was, tied down and helpless. And Finn had a wager to win.
“Are you ticklish, Oscar?”, Finn asked in a condescending voice. Oscar looked away, his feet moving around anxiously at the end of the bed. “I’m not… look, just give me a minute and I’ll be out of these”, Oscar insisted, sounding more than a little embarrassed.
“If you like, I could give you a bit of motivation to get free?”, Finn offered wickedly. Oscar turned back just in time to see a pair of devilish hands descend on his armpits. Finn opened with a light array of swipes on each pit, sifting through the coarse black armpit hair that Oscar kept untrimmed. The bound boy thrashed at the sensation, wiggling back and forth on the bed as giggles began to stream from his mouth.
“Finnnn… sto-ooppp iittt-tt, geettt awwayyyy”, Oscar barked at him, though he sounded less menacing than he hoped as his words were interlaced with girlish laughter. Finn doubled down, clawing playfully on his subject’s skin. Each swipe and stroke drove Oscar’s laughing up a few decibels, and the pulling against his handcuffs grew more ferocious. His lower body flopped around on the bed in a panic, his sizeable butt bouncing up and down to discharge the ticklish energy flowing through him.
“If you want me to stop tickling your itty bitty little pitties, just concede the wager”, Finn proposed, raking Oscar’s hollows with lethal precision. The tickle victim rolled from side to side, trying desperately to avoid Finn’s terrorising hands, but the wiggling fingers pursued those pits relentlessly. “I dooontt conceeeedee, neeveerrrr”, Oscar rejected pridefully, as his body continued to flail around wildly on the bed.
“That’s too bad roomie! Guess I’ll torment your body alllll day long!”, Finn chirped gloatingly. He could see his victim’s muscles bulging in his futile struggle, still containing enough energy to continue fighting. His laughter was feminine and hysterical, which no doubt added to the inevitable embarrassment Finn knew his macho friend would be feeling. Oscar’s legs kicked aimlessly at the bottom of the bed, duvet tangling up around his feet in the chaos.
“You’re moving around a bit too much for my liking, let’s fix that”, Finn decided. He withdrew from Oscar’s armpits and dashed over to his battered desk chair, which was piled high with his “not dirty enough for the wash” clothes. Finn clumsily unwound a belt that was attached to a pair of scruffy jeans. He approached Oscar’s legs, leather belt in hand. “What are you doing now…?,” Oscar asked nervously. The tickler seized Oscar’s muscley calves and brought them together, the subject too surprised to resist. Finn wrapped the belt tightly around Oscar’s ankles, tying an awkward knot with the thick leather. He retrieved another belt from the chair and quickly looped it between the ankle belt and the metal bars at the bottom of the bedframe. Though makeshift, this effectively lashed Oscar down to the bed at both ends, severely limiting his manoeuvrability.
“I don’t think you’re getting free any time soon, buddy”, Finn remarked brazenly. “Just admit you’ve lost, and I’ll let you out! All you need to say is ‘Finn, please loudly rail as many guys as you want in our room, I don’t mind one bit! In fact, I like hearing it!’; say that and I’ll untie you”. Oscar shot back a scowl, clearly displeased with this offer. “I am NEVER saying that, and I do NOT like hearing it”, Oscar growled at him. Notably, despite his situation Oscar didn’t sound overly annoyed, merely maintaining his normal grouchy demeanour which Finn had painstakingly come to understand as his form of reluctant affection. Finn took that as tacit consent to continue this little game and moved in on his next target.
“You want to know what I like hearing?” Finn asked rhetorically. “Your cute laughter as I tickle and tease you”. Swiftly, he dove upon Oscar’s right foot and began to roll the sock up, revealing the broad size ten sole. “Get away from my foot… I’m warning you Finn”, Oscar outlined. “Oooh, I’m so scared of Mister tied to the bed and helpless”, Finn mocked, plucking free the faintly sweaty gym sock. Oscar’s lower body muscles tensed as he pulled against the leather belts, but they were just as unwavering as the military handcuffs. The second sock was soon stripped off, exposing both sensitive feet to the world.
“I bet you’re nervous now, aren’t you? Such big feet too, plenty of space to run my nails up and down. And you can’t do anything about it, can you roomie? You’ll just have to lie there as I play with them”, Finn detailed. Oscar bit his lip and closed his eyes, the usually reticent man feeling rather ashamed at his sudden vulnerability. Four nails trailed up Oscar’s sole, eliciting a dire squeal. The nails glided swiftly along the smooth skin, from the resilient heels to the sensitive pads of his toes. Oscar jerked and thrashed a new, giggling up a storm as Finn flittered around on his arches.
“Coochie coochie coo, Osky!”, Finn mocked in a belittling baby voice. “Does the big stwwongg man not like having his feetsies tickled?”. Finn relentlessly ploughed the soft soles with scary efficiency. His nails were painted crimson red; fitting considering the lethal punishment he was dealing out on poor Oscar. The bound boy flapped his feet wildly to ward Finn away, but no amount of resistance could deter his assailant’s laser focus. “What’s wrong? I’m just giving your feet a massage!”, Finn insisted with taunting obliviousness. “Shhuuutttu uuppp-pp… yoouuuu knooo-ww daaamnnn wee-eeell”, Oscar retaliated.
“Maybe I’ll nibble your toes next, they look tasty!”, Finn proclaimed. “Youu-rree suuuch a free-eeak Fiinnnn”, Oscar gasped. Finn’s fierce fingers danced around the stems of Oscar’s toes, driving him even deeper into hilarity. Oscar futilely tried to clamp his toes against his foot in defence, but Finn had little trouble prying them apart and tormenting the tender skin in between them. The bed groaned once more under the stress of Oscar’s struggling. “Leeaavveee myy fee-eet alooonee… pleeas-see”, pleaded Oscar, his voice enshrined in reluctant humility. “See, I knew I could teach you some manners one of these days”, Finn bragged.
Finn retreated from Oscar’s overstimulated feet and swaggered around to the side of the bed. The gym enthusiast lay there sucking in deep breaths. His tanned olive skin sparkled in the sun, misted with a thin layer of sweat. The sand-coloured shorts Oscar wore had ridden down in the chaos, the rim of his boxers peeking out from beneath. Finn deftly climbed onto the bed, swinging a leg over his roommate until he was mounted upon his waist. Oscar looked up at him in an equal mixture of surprise and fear, as for once the comparatively short 5’7 Finn towered over him. With a couple of short tugs, Finn pulled Oscar’s tank top up until it was bundled around his chest, revealing everything between his pecs and hips.
“My my, what a big strong boy you are! You’re making me feel a little inadequate, buddy”, Finn commented wryly. He began to caress Oscar’s sides, running his hands along the edge of his stomach and along his ribs. His touch was soothing and soft, easing his subject’s tension. Oscar said nothing, but he let out a seemingly unconscious sigh as his muscles relaxed. “So guarded, so private… you never let anyone touch you like this, do you? Maybe I’m just uniquely irresistible”, Finn reasoned cheekily.
Oscar attempted to reply but only managed a few stammered syllables before being subdued by Finn’s tranquilising fingers. Up and down, Finn’s splayed hands embraced his roommate’s body gently. His skin was warm and slick with sweat. Finn felt a visceral thrill as he fondled Oscar’s firm muscles; he loved the idea of having such a powerful and dominant guy under his complete control. Oscar’s eyes were closed as he appeared to be drowning in comfortable bliss.
“You look so peaceful. Wouldn’t it be a shame if somebody were to absolutely wreck you with tickling right now…”, Finn announced evilly. Oscar’s eyes flashed open in anticipation, just in time to see his captor’s hands strike at his ribs like lightning. Finn prodded and poked at the tender points between each rib, shocking Oscar with ruthless precision. The bound man shrieked and thrashed anew, filling the room with the sound of his rattling handcuffs. The captive bucked uncontrollably, thrusting his hips chaotically. Finn tried his best to maintain his balance and avoid being tossed off the bed.
“Gosh, you definitely don’t like this spot do you?”, Finn said, grinning. His fingers pressed between each rib like he were playing the piano, though the sound it gave was less classical melody and more riotous laughter. “Pleaa-sssee stoooo-oooopp tiiii-ickliinngg mee-eeee, Fiiinnn pleeaassee I caaa-ann’t taaakee iiitt”, Oscar cried out. He continued to bounce around as much as possible, but Finn quickly adapted to stay mounted on top of his roommate. “I’ve got to say, you seem to have the most energy of all the men I’ve ever ridden”, Finn joked.
Keeping one hand callously focused on the ribs, Finn diverted his other to attack Oscar’s hips. He hooked a thumb just under the waistband of his shorts, and squeezed down around the hip bone. Oscar yelped wriggled his ass back and forth, hopelessly trying to unseat his tormenter. “NOOO-OO MO-OOREEE… IIITTS TOOO MUUCHH”, Oscar screeched. “You know how to end this, just say the phrase and concede the wager”, Finn triumphantly reminded him. “FUUCKK AS MAAANYY GUYYSS ASSS YOUU WAAAANT, WHAAATEVERR JUUUSST STOOPP, I GIIVE INN”, Oscar wailed in desperation.
Filled with otherworldly satisfaction, Finn relented on his poor roommate. Slipping off the bed, he retrieved the key from his bedside drawer and fiddled with the handcuff lock, struggling to undo it as Oscar’s exhausted arms quivered and shook. Eventually the restraints released with a resounding snick, freeing Oscar’s chafed wrists from bondage. The gym-goer lay there unmoving, panting for air. Finn untied the leather belts securing Oscar’s feet, but similarly he remained still. The boy was flush-faced and dishevelled, as if he’d just run a marathon.
“I knew you couldn’t do it. All bark and no bite you are mister”, Finn jested.
“Yeah well… I’ll get you back… somehow”, Oscar replied, his voice strained and ragged.
“I’ll be looking forward to it roomie! But tonight, get your earplugs out. I think it’ll be a loud one”.
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I had a lot of fun writing this one! I did get a little carried away with the characters and the set up, but I have a lot of fun and hot ideas for a part two (Oscar's revenge!!!) so please comment and let me know if you want to see that! I'm never sure if people really care for my stories so nice comments make the hours I waste on these kinky stories feel worth it! Thank you for reading.
