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The Hidden Folder: The Best Friends (M/MM, Intense and Sexual as hell!)
As the video began, already Sam was hard. He remembered These Friends like it was yesterday – two boys born the same month, both with huge homo-erotic tendencies. Both of whom he had convinced to become tied up for the night, left to his tenderest mercies.
Billy, the younger twenty four year old, was tied totally spread out onto the bed in Sam's place. Hair almost pure black, eyes blue and crystal clear, he stared up at the mirrored ceiling, watching Sam as he put the finishing touches to his twenty-plus year friend.
Will was older by a mere two days, but you couldn't tell as the 5 foot 7 boy was tied on his back on Sam's couch, that he had moved into the bedroom for this special occasion as placed directly across from the bed where his closest friend was placed by the rather experienced bondage master. Will's limbs, unlike Billy's, were tied together – ankles and wrists to one another before being secured to the furniture that would be his prison for the night.
If Sam let him up after the promised 4 hours had passed...
“So what are you going to do to us Sammy?” Will asked his captor. He yelped as the only response he received was a quick tummy tickle.
“T-tickling?” Billy asked, his muscles clenching in subconscious response to the possibility of being tickled while tied so vulnerably. Will squealed as the adept fingers of their torturer flew across his ribs, making the elder boy's eyes clench and his body wiggle lightly. The younger, who spoke, watched with wide eyes as his friend's reflection was tickled for a fleeting moment, shifting his hips involuntarily.
Sam winked at Billy and stood between the two. He looked to one side, at the muscled boy his own age who'd volunteered to be his for the night. Then his head turned 180 degrees and he smiled, an exact opposite of the first boy, ready and waiting his tickling. Where Billy was dark haired, Will was light. Billy muscled, Will just toned. Billy 5'10, Will 5'7.
“Tickle torture. That is the name of the game, boys. A light teasing touch, eliciting a hysterical laughter from the core of the person being tickled. Slow, methodical tickling can bring out the best, worst, most frightening and most erotic sensations in anyone. The power over the ticklee is amazing... One I share today, in the game we shall play. Are you both ready?” Sam smirked up at the ceiling, knowing the boys were watching his reflection. He winked as they nodded, both of them hard simply from the mention of all that was in store. Billy 8.5”, uncut. Will 9.5”, cut.
“Good...” He whispered, “this will be a simple game of trivia, and the answer you give will determine who is tickled, since sadly I cannot torture you both at once.” Sam could see out the corners of his eyes both cocks twitch lightly at his words. “Starting off, rule one is this: If you win, you don't get tickled! 5 minutes of tickling per question. Lets start easily. What is 2+2?”
As Will answered “Four!” a split second before his younger counterpart, Sam grinned. “Will wins.” He stalks towards Billy, as the losing boy's eyes widen. Slender fingers find a tightly pulled ribcage, slowly teasing the skin across it as the dark haired boy to whom it belonged throws his head back in boyish squeals.
Billy wiggles from side to side as Sam's tickling fingers explore his ribcage, at first flying slowly over the surface, before starting to dig in between each rib, producing deeper, more pronounced laughter from the tickled twin.
Once the five (and a half, shh!) minutes were up, Sam grinned, and moved back to his original position. He could see plain as day Will's eyes following him, from his position at his best friend's now lightly panting body. “Next: What is the capital city of Canada?” Sam smiles sweetly as once again Will answers first with “Ottawa”.
“Oho nooo WILL! NEHEEEEheheeheheeheeheeeeeheeeheeee!” Billy giggles as Sam starts tickling his armpits, fingers swirling in the slight forest of pitch black hair. His arms are clearly straining as he tries to lower his arms involuntarily, the tickling taking its toll already on the poor boy.
In response to Sam's next two questions, Will continues to watch practically his brother of twenty four years get tortured by Sam; first his stomach then his feet. The latter forcing huge guffaws from the ebony haired younger boy. The latter quiet titters of ticklishness.
But Billy was finally victorious once the question of “Why are leaves green?” was posed, answering before his elder could recall their highschool science class days.
As Sam moved to his new victim, from behind him he heard from Billy “Get his hips! They're crazy ticklish!”
The experienced tickler's eyes alighted at the hips of the older friend, as his slightly annoyed response of his name was cut ticklishly short. “BillEEEEEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE!!” His hips flailed from side to side as Sam's fingers dug into the soft flesh. The cock swung about, spraying a slight amount of precum all over the tight toned body under in as it writhed in ticklish agony for a full seven minutes, soaking skin and blond pubic hair alike.
After all, the only timepiece was the one around Sam's wrist. And it wasn't going to betray its owner...
There was much of Will's hip thrusting and wiggling for the next half hour, as the younger ticklish victim answered the next series of questions. Sam concentrated on the hips, at the younger's suggestion. Precum was soaking the eldest twenty four year old, and anyone could tell just how much need was building up in the cock attached to the tickled hips.
Sam glanced at Billy's cock, to see it full of the same need. Clearly these two enjoyed the torture of their counterpart as much as their own. His next question stumped the two, but Billy, who was on something of a roll, took a chance at answering...
He was wrong.
“Rule the second. If you're wrong, you DO get tickled! Ten minutes long for this.” And as he expected as he moved to the bed where the younger victim lay, he heard Will practically scream “His nipples!” followed quickly by a “NO!!!”
Sam smiled sweetly down at the now-begging Billy. Evidently nipple tickling was something of a true torture for young Billy; it sent sensations directly to his cock.
This resulted in the first of many orgasms of the night after only two and a half minutes of Sam's fingertips playing lightly over the pink nubs. Thick white semen shot up and coated the pecs, abs and black-haired crotch of the younger ticklee as he screamed out Sam's name; his cock pulsing madly.
Of course, a game's rules were to be followed, and Billy's nipples were the cause of his tortured screams for seven and a half more minutes, his spend cock continuing to pulse practically non-stop.
“Rule three:” Sam started as he walked to his couch, “cum for cum.” He was about to start on Will's nipples, figuring he was similar to his best friend in this regard, but he was cut off by the older boy's “No!”
Sam raised an eyebrow in question, figuring Will wanted to draw out his orgasm. Too bad he didn't realize that rules were rules.
Sam was surprised when the words out of Will's mouth were not pleads of No! Don't!, but instead he asked the tickle-master under whom he found himself bound to: “Lick my toes!”
Surprised yet evil smirk on his thin lips, Sam's tongue quickly found its way to the foot of the couch, and the feet of Will. He started by licking from heel to toes on the left foot in front of him, and he looked up as he heard his name once more, seeing a flood of jizz shoot from the 9 and a half inch monster. Will hit his own face with his cum, and Sam just laughed to himself lightly, leaning down to lick up and down each toe on the left foot before doing the same to the right. Ten minutes for ten minutes after all.
Toes wiggles incessantly as screams of pure tortured laughter poured from the fair-haired boy. “HEHAHAHAhahehahAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAHA H AHAHASTAHAHAAPP NOOHOHOHO!! NOTAFTER! HAHAHAHAAHAPLEAASEE! AHHAAI NEED A BREAHAAKKE!” Needless to say, Sam did no such thing.
But once he straightened up and stood in between the two, Sam was ecstatic. He had had tickle victims before. He had had voluntary bondage victims before. But never had he seen two boys, both as into this as these, who were so sexual and erotic that already so soon after their first ejaculation, both boys were fully erect again, slowly dribbling precum and seemingly awaiting the next question.
Sam was happy to oblige.
But in a different way than they expected. “Now times for the next phase: guess the tickle tool!” Sam blindfolded both boys, and set up his collection. He stood at Billy's side and asked “Will, whats the tickle tool?” as he used two feathers across the tight muscled torso in front of him.
“EeeheeHEHEEHhehHEHEEHEHEEheheheeeeee!!” Billy giggled as he was teased oh-so lightly by the soft feathers. After a few minutes, where Sam teased the ribs, stomach, belly button, fluttered them over his hips, thighs, knees and feet, did Will shout “Feathers!”
Sam stopped, “Correct.” He replaced his feathers on the side tables, picking up a hairbrush. He walked to Will and started sliding it across his sensitive soles. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAANAHAOAHOAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAA!”
Billy smiled clearly at the ceiling as his brother was being tortured, reveling in the sound as much as Sam himself. Almost. But who was Sam to interfere with another's enjoyment... The sound was magical. “EEHAHAHAHAHAPLALEEHHEAHASEE BIHIHIILLLYYY! BRUHUHUHUHUHUHSHES!! HAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHABIILLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
After a full thirty minutes of Billy's silence, Sam put down the brushes, amid Will's thanking pleas. He moved to Billy, speaking to the boy, “Rule four. If one chooses not to answer in phase two, resulting in the prolonged torture of their sibling, they are to receive a tickling of exactly as long, on a place of the tortured one's choosing, with any instrument, while their cock is tied in such a way ejaculation is impossible.” Sam was a genius at making shit up as time went by.
Billy screamed and pulled with all his might as he felt the master torturer start binding his cock. Sam, being as experienced as he was, knew just how and where to safely tie a man's cock along the shaft and behind the balls, so that he couldn't cum, no matter how much stimulation he received.
“So Billyboy. Where shall I teach you your lesson hmm? Will what do you--” “His cockhead. With a frayed q-tip.” Will answered easily. Clearly these 'friends' were well acquainted with each other's bodies, and their weaknesses. Sam was honestly curious...
But you know what they say about gift horses! He quickly puled back the dark haired boy's foreskin, presenting to his q-tip a hypersensitive head, long hidden, to play with.
“EAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHAHHEAHHAHAEHAHENAOHAOOEHAOAHOPLEH AAHeSSSEA HAHAHEHA AHEHAHEAEA! BAHAHAHAHAHAHANOHAOHAOAHAOAHO!! OMHAHAHAHAHAHAHeAIIGAADHAHAHAHANOHHOHOHOPLEASE! SAAHAHAHAAMMM!! WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLL!! NAWAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”
Billy screamed with laughter for every moment of those thirty minutes his cockhead was being tortured.
Will was humping the air as he heard his oldest friend's torture from mere meters away, precum ejecting from his dick in pools, soaking his lower stomach, crotch and thighs.
As soon as Billy's cock was untied, precum jetted out like cum, huge amounts Sam only distinguished from actual semen due to its crystal clear colouring.
“Well baby boys I think its high time for the final round of our competition, don't you?” Sam grinned, having planned this since these beautiful sexual twins of different colouring presented themselves to him.
He removed their blindfolds, and began untying them. He warned them if they touched anything, that he'd keep them for the weekend, tie their cock's and torture them until Monday. They didn't touch a damn thing till Sam re-tied them.
It was beautiful. Two naked boys, laying half on top of each other, sexually charged like nothing ever seen before. They were both on two separate futons, arms, chests and hips secured to it. Sam tied their left leg over their best friend's right, to the side of the chair and the other leg to the other side, leaving them a delightfully delicious jigsaw piece put together.
The main attraction thought was in the space between the two futons, for they were placed about a foot apart. Sam had tied their cocks together with three pieces of silk. One over their heads, one center of their shafts, and one at almost the bottom of the cocks. Their freshly shaven balls, a prerequisite to their fun with Sam, dangling half a centimeter apart beneath this beautifully wrapped package.
As they lay there, Billy couldn't help but start thrusting his hips, resulting in his cock, Will's cock, and the silk to all start rubbing the bound sex-flesh. The both moaned and started thrusting until a moment later, when a long-fingered hand closed around both scrotums and squeezed tight.
They screamed as Sam told them the rules, beginning with a reprimand. “Ah ah ah! Not yet, my sexy boys. Soon. The rule to this final round is simple. The first of you to cum, loses. That loser is tied for as long as the winner chooses in this bedroom, and subjected to the desires of the winner and myself, and whomever I so choose to invite over, for as long as the winner deigns.”
He released the balls, the boys panting. They lifted their heads and stared into each other's eyes.
Will gulped, recalling the weekend they and their families went to the beach, and Billy buried him in the sand. He proceeded to unbury Will's poor feet, and tickle torture them for the entire day, usinge feathers, shells, fingers, his tongue, anything he could find.
Eventually he started letting anyone from the beach have a turn. Will's toes were a main attraction that day, the day Billy learned how the blond's toes affected his sexual drive - as soon as Billy was told, Will's toes made beach headlines. The buried boy came until he was dry that day...
At the same time, Billy was lost in Will's eyes, recalling the previous year. He has been in a skiing accident, and had broken both his arms. He had been allowed back home, the apartment he shared with his best friend. After a week of being home, two weeks since he had last jerked off, Billy was in dire need. So who else to turn but your best friend.
Will had been looking for revenge for months since the renfaire incident, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. When he sat on Billy's knees, grinning as the other boy moaned his name as his hand pulled his semi-wood from its pajama prison, he made sure the owner of said member's arms were in their slings tied to the ceiling.
After much very slow experimentation, during which Billy was begging for release, Will lightly teased the head of his best friend's cock with a fingertip. His back arched, his eyes clenched and he screamed something fierce. Will quickly experimented with household objects that day, and found the q-tip, slightly frayed, when used on the cockhead of his immobile friend, was just the torture implement he was looking for.
He ran it over that poor two-week deprived, day-long tortured head for a good hour before the erotic stimulation overrode the tickling, and Billy came. Suffice it to say, Billy suffered with no cumming the rest of his cast-time, rather than ask for that particular favour again.
They both knew that with Sam there, their friend's more evil sides would be stroked and they knew they couldn't afford to lose this last bout.
But Billy's cock was long-tortured from that Q-tip. Although at the same time, Will had listened to the whole thing with a primal need. Seems they were on similar footing...
Neither moved, not wanting to risk anything, until a light teasing hairy touch graced their balls at once, causing a shriek of ticklishness, followed by a moan as their cocks rubbed each other, and the silk.
Sam grinned. He sat next to these amazingly hot boys' cocks, a troll doll in-hand. He brushed the crazy tickly hair across their sacs to get them going on each other, but he realized he couldn't just sit passively. So he reached back under the writhing cocks as they rubbed each other. Twin shrieks flew through the room as soft hair teased the dangling sacs of the boys intertwined physically and sexually.
Billy closed his eyes, so damn close!
Will's eyes opened wide, he could feel it.. building up!
Sam's eyes narrowed, watching as both cocks swelled, about to burst!
Cum spewed from one of the cocks a full second before the other, soon twin jets of tons of cum shot and bathed both boys in each other's and their own seed.
They lay panting, sticky and wet, both scared to death they had lost. Neither knew who had won. Sam smirked... He spoke.
“Congratulations...”
---END PART 1---
Who won?! Well guess what! I want you to decide!
Feel free to comment in this post, please, but officially, I want you to PM me with who you want to have LOST the competition, and will be forced to suffer under Sam, their vindictive best friend, and whomever else I choose to bring in!
*Only votes given in PM form to me will count, and those with a reason why they want this particular studly boy to be the victim in Part 2 will receive an extra point towards their choice!*
Voting ends whenever it tickles my fancy, so get PMing!
As the video began, already Sam was hard. He remembered These Friends like it was yesterday – two boys born the same month, both with huge homo-erotic tendencies. Both of whom he had convinced to become tied up for the night, left to his tenderest mercies.
Billy, the younger twenty four year old, was tied totally spread out onto the bed in Sam's place. Hair almost pure black, eyes blue and crystal clear, he stared up at the mirrored ceiling, watching Sam as he put the finishing touches to his twenty-plus year friend.
Will was older by a mere two days, but you couldn't tell as the 5 foot 7 boy was tied on his back on Sam's couch, that he had moved into the bedroom for this special occasion as placed directly across from the bed where his closest friend was placed by the rather experienced bondage master. Will's limbs, unlike Billy's, were tied together – ankles and wrists to one another before being secured to the furniture that would be his prison for the night.
If Sam let him up after the promised 4 hours had passed...
“So what are you going to do to us Sammy?” Will asked his captor. He yelped as the only response he received was a quick tummy tickle.
“T-tickling?” Billy asked, his muscles clenching in subconscious response to the possibility of being tickled while tied so vulnerably. Will squealed as the adept fingers of their torturer flew across his ribs, making the elder boy's eyes clench and his body wiggle lightly. The younger, who spoke, watched with wide eyes as his friend's reflection was tickled for a fleeting moment, shifting his hips involuntarily.
Sam winked at Billy and stood between the two. He looked to one side, at the muscled boy his own age who'd volunteered to be his for the night. Then his head turned 180 degrees and he smiled, an exact opposite of the first boy, ready and waiting his tickling. Where Billy was dark haired, Will was light. Billy muscled, Will just toned. Billy 5'10, Will 5'7.
“Tickle torture. That is the name of the game, boys. A light teasing touch, eliciting a hysterical laughter from the core of the person being tickled. Slow, methodical tickling can bring out the best, worst, most frightening and most erotic sensations in anyone. The power over the ticklee is amazing... One I share today, in the game we shall play. Are you both ready?” Sam smirked up at the ceiling, knowing the boys were watching his reflection. He winked as they nodded, both of them hard simply from the mention of all that was in store. Billy 8.5”, uncut. Will 9.5”, cut.
“Good...” He whispered, “this will be a simple game of trivia, and the answer you give will determine who is tickled, since sadly I cannot torture you both at once.” Sam could see out the corners of his eyes both cocks twitch lightly at his words. “Starting off, rule one is this: If you win, you don't get tickled! 5 minutes of tickling per question. Lets start easily. What is 2+2?”
As Will answered “Four!” a split second before his younger counterpart, Sam grinned. “Will wins.” He stalks towards Billy, as the losing boy's eyes widen. Slender fingers find a tightly pulled ribcage, slowly teasing the skin across it as the dark haired boy to whom it belonged throws his head back in boyish squeals.
Billy wiggles from side to side as Sam's tickling fingers explore his ribcage, at first flying slowly over the surface, before starting to dig in between each rib, producing deeper, more pronounced laughter from the tickled twin.
Once the five (and a half, shh!) minutes were up, Sam grinned, and moved back to his original position. He could see plain as day Will's eyes following him, from his position at his best friend's now lightly panting body. “Next: What is the capital city of Canada?” Sam smiles sweetly as once again Will answers first with “Ottawa”.
“Oho nooo WILL! NEHEEEEheheeheheeheeheeeeeheeeheeee!” Billy giggles as Sam starts tickling his armpits, fingers swirling in the slight forest of pitch black hair. His arms are clearly straining as he tries to lower his arms involuntarily, the tickling taking its toll already on the poor boy.
In response to Sam's next two questions, Will continues to watch practically his brother of twenty four years get tortured by Sam; first his stomach then his feet. The latter forcing huge guffaws from the ebony haired younger boy. The latter quiet titters of ticklishness.
But Billy was finally victorious once the question of “Why are leaves green?” was posed, answering before his elder could recall their highschool science class days.
As Sam moved to his new victim, from behind him he heard from Billy “Get his hips! They're crazy ticklish!”
The experienced tickler's eyes alighted at the hips of the older friend, as his slightly annoyed response of his name was cut ticklishly short. “BillEEEEEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE!!” His hips flailed from side to side as Sam's fingers dug into the soft flesh. The cock swung about, spraying a slight amount of precum all over the tight toned body under in as it writhed in ticklish agony for a full seven minutes, soaking skin and blond pubic hair alike.
After all, the only timepiece was the one around Sam's wrist. And it wasn't going to betray its owner...
There was much of Will's hip thrusting and wiggling for the next half hour, as the younger ticklish victim answered the next series of questions. Sam concentrated on the hips, at the younger's suggestion. Precum was soaking the eldest twenty four year old, and anyone could tell just how much need was building up in the cock attached to the tickled hips.
Sam glanced at Billy's cock, to see it full of the same need. Clearly these two enjoyed the torture of their counterpart as much as their own. His next question stumped the two, but Billy, who was on something of a roll, took a chance at answering...
He was wrong.
“Rule the second. If you're wrong, you DO get tickled! Ten minutes long for this.” And as he expected as he moved to the bed where the younger victim lay, he heard Will practically scream “His nipples!” followed quickly by a “NO!!!”
Sam smiled sweetly down at the now-begging Billy. Evidently nipple tickling was something of a true torture for young Billy; it sent sensations directly to his cock.
This resulted in the first of many orgasms of the night after only two and a half minutes of Sam's fingertips playing lightly over the pink nubs. Thick white semen shot up and coated the pecs, abs and black-haired crotch of the younger ticklee as he screamed out Sam's name; his cock pulsing madly.
Of course, a game's rules were to be followed, and Billy's nipples were the cause of his tortured screams for seven and a half more minutes, his spend cock continuing to pulse practically non-stop.
“Rule three:” Sam started as he walked to his couch, “cum for cum.” He was about to start on Will's nipples, figuring he was similar to his best friend in this regard, but he was cut off by the older boy's “No!”
Sam raised an eyebrow in question, figuring Will wanted to draw out his orgasm. Too bad he didn't realize that rules were rules.
Sam was surprised when the words out of Will's mouth were not pleads of No! Don't!, but instead he asked the tickle-master under whom he found himself bound to: “Lick my toes!”
Surprised yet evil smirk on his thin lips, Sam's tongue quickly found its way to the foot of the couch, and the feet of Will. He started by licking from heel to toes on the left foot in front of him, and he looked up as he heard his name once more, seeing a flood of jizz shoot from the 9 and a half inch monster. Will hit his own face with his cum, and Sam just laughed to himself lightly, leaning down to lick up and down each toe on the left foot before doing the same to the right. Ten minutes for ten minutes after all.
Toes wiggles incessantly as screams of pure tortured laughter poured from the fair-haired boy. “HEHAHAHAhahehahAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAHA H AHAHASTAHAHAAPP NOOHOHOHO!! NOTAFTER! HAHAHAHAAHAPLEAASEE! AHHAAI NEED A BREAHAAKKE!” Needless to say, Sam did no such thing.
But once he straightened up and stood in between the two, Sam was ecstatic. He had had tickle victims before. He had had voluntary bondage victims before. But never had he seen two boys, both as into this as these, who were so sexual and erotic that already so soon after their first ejaculation, both boys were fully erect again, slowly dribbling precum and seemingly awaiting the next question.
Sam was happy to oblige.
But in a different way than they expected. “Now times for the next phase: guess the tickle tool!” Sam blindfolded both boys, and set up his collection. He stood at Billy's side and asked “Will, whats the tickle tool?” as he used two feathers across the tight muscled torso in front of him.
“EeeheeHEHEEHhehHEHEEHEHEEheheheeeeee!!” Billy giggled as he was teased oh-so lightly by the soft feathers. After a few minutes, where Sam teased the ribs, stomach, belly button, fluttered them over his hips, thighs, knees and feet, did Will shout “Feathers!”
Sam stopped, “Correct.” He replaced his feathers on the side tables, picking up a hairbrush. He walked to Will and started sliding it across his sensitive soles. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAANAHAOAHOAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAA!”
Billy smiled clearly at the ceiling as his brother was being tortured, reveling in the sound as much as Sam himself. Almost. But who was Sam to interfere with another's enjoyment... The sound was magical. “EEHAHAHAHAHAPLALEEHHEAHASEE BIHIHIILLLYYY! BRUHUHUHUHUHUHSHES!! HAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHABIILLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
After a full thirty minutes of Billy's silence, Sam put down the brushes, amid Will's thanking pleas. He moved to Billy, speaking to the boy, “Rule four. If one chooses not to answer in phase two, resulting in the prolonged torture of their sibling, they are to receive a tickling of exactly as long, on a place of the tortured one's choosing, with any instrument, while their cock is tied in such a way ejaculation is impossible.” Sam was a genius at making shit up as time went by.
Billy screamed and pulled with all his might as he felt the master torturer start binding his cock. Sam, being as experienced as he was, knew just how and where to safely tie a man's cock along the shaft and behind the balls, so that he couldn't cum, no matter how much stimulation he received.
“So Billyboy. Where shall I teach you your lesson hmm? Will what do you--” “His cockhead. With a frayed q-tip.” Will answered easily. Clearly these 'friends' were well acquainted with each other's bodies, and their weaknesses. Sam was honestly curious...
But you know what they say about gift horses! He quickly puled back the dark haired boy's foreskin, presenting to his q-tip a hypersensitive head, long hidden, to play with.
“EAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHAHHEAHHAHAEHAHENAOHAOOEHAOAHOPLEH AAHeSSSEA HAHAHEHA AHEHAHEAEA! BAHAHAHAHAHAHANOHAOHAOAHAOAHO!! OMHAHAHAHAHAHAHeAIIGAADHAHAHAHANOHHOHOHOPLEASE! SAAHAHAHAAMMM!! WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLL!! NAWAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”
Billy screamed with laughter for every moment of those thirty minutes his cockhead was being tortured.
Will was humping the air as he heard his oldest friend's torture from mere meters away, precum ejecting from his dick in pools, soaking his lower stomach, crotch and thighs.
As soon as Billy's cock was untied, precum jetted out like cum, huge amounts Sam only distinguished from actual semen due to its crystal clear colouring.
“Well baby boys I think its high time for the final round of our competition, don't you?” Sam grinned, having planned this since these beautiful sexual twins of different colouring presented themselves to him.
He removed their blindfolds, and began untying them. He warned them if they touched anything, that he'd keep them for the weekend, tie their cock's and torture them until Monday. They didn't touch a damn thing till Sam re-tied them.
It was beautiful. Two naked boys, laying half on top of each other, sexually charged like nothing ever seen before. They were both on two separate futons, arms, chests and hips secured to it. Sam tied their left leg over their best friend's right, to the side of the chair and the other leg to the other side, leaving them a delightfully delicious jigsaw piece put together.
The main attraction thought was in the space between the two futons, for they were placed about a foot apart. Sam had tied their cocks together with three pieces of silk. One over their heads, one center of their shafts, and one at almost the bottom of the cocks. Their freshly shaven balls, a prerequisite to their fun with Sam, dangling half a centimeter apart beneath this beautifully wrapped package.
As they lay there, Billy couldn't help but start thrusting his hips, resulting in his cock, Will's cock, and the silk to all start rubbing the bound sex-flesh. The both moaned and started thrusting until a moment later, when a long-fingered hand closed around both scrotums and squeezed tight.
They screamed as Sam told them the rules, beginning with a reprimand. “Ah ah ah! Not yet, my sexy boys. Soon. The rule to this final round is simple. The first of you to cum, loses. That loser is tied for as long as the winner chooses in this bedroom, and subjected to the desires of the winner and myself, and whomever I so choose to invite over, for as long as the winner deigns.”
He released the balls, the boys panting. They lifted their heads and stared into each other's eyes.
Will gulped, recalling the weekend they and their families went to the beach, and Billy buried him in the sand. He proceeded to unbury Will's poor feet, and tickle torture them for the entire day, usinge feathers, shells, fingers, his tongue, anything he could find.
Eventually he started letting anyone from the beach have a turn. Will's toes were a main attraction that day, the day Billy learned how the blond's toes affected his sexual drive - as soon as Billy was told, Will's toes made beach headlines. The buried boy came until he was dry that day...
At the same time, Billy was lost in Will's eyes, recalling the previous year. He has been in a skiing accident, and had broken both his arms. He had been allowed back home, the apartment he shared with his best friend. After a week of being home, two weeks since he had last jerked off, Billy was in dire need. So who else to turn but your best friend.
Will had been looking for revenge for months since the renfaire incident, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. When he sat on Billy's knees, grinning as the other boy moaned his name as his hand pulled his semi-wood from its pajama prison, he made sure the owner of said member's arms were in their slings tied to the ceiling.
After much very slow experimentation, during which Billy was begging for release, Will lightly teased the head of his best friend's cock with a fingertip. His back arched, his eyes clenched and he screamed something fierce. Will quickly experimented with household objects that day, and found the q-tip, slightly frayed, when used on the cockhead of his immobile friend, was just the torture implement he was looking for.
He ran it over that poor two-week deprived, day-long tortured head for a good hour before the erotic stimulation overrode the tickling, and Billy came. Suffice it to say, Billy suffered with no cumming the rest of his cast-time, rather than ask for that particular favour again.
They both knew that with Sam there, their friend's more evil sides would be stroked and they knew they couldn't afford to lose this last bout.
But Billy's cock was long-tortured from that Q-tip. Although at the same time, Will had listened to the whole thing with a primal need. Seems they were on similar footing...
Neither moved, not wanting to risk anything, until a light teasing hairy touch graced their balls at once, causing a shriek of ticklishness, followed by a moan as their cocks rubbed each other, and the silk.
Sam grinned. He sat next to these amazingly hot boys' cocks, a troll doll in-hand. He brushed the crazy tickly hair across their sacs to get them going on each other, but he realized he couldn't just sit passively. So he reached back under the writhing cocks as they rubbed each other. Twin shrieks flew through the room as soft hair teased the dangling sacs of the boys intertwined physically and sexually.
Billy closed his eyes, so damn close!
Will's eyes opened wide, he could feel it.. building up!
Sam's eyes narrowed, watching as both cocks swelled, about to burst!
Cum spewed from one of the cocks a full second before the other, soon twin jets of tons of cum shot and bathed both boys in each other's and their own seed.
They lay panting, sticky and wet, both scared to death they had lost. Neither knew who had won. Sam smirked... He spoke.
“Congratulations...”
---END PART 1---
Who won?! Well guess what! I want you to decide!
Feel free to comment in this post, please, but officially, I want you to PM me with who you want to have LOST the competition, and will be forced to suffer under Sam, their vindictive best friend, and whomever else I choose to bring in!
*Only votes given in PM form to me will count, and those with a reason why they want this particular studly boy to be the victim in Part 2 will receive an extra point towards their choice!*
Voting ends whenever it tickles my fancy, so get PMing!
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