Before I knew what was happening he’d unrolled the duvet and pounced on me, grabbing my hands and pulling them over my head, growling as he roughly licked my pits, his stubble scratching in my pit hairs. He was scrabbling with the rope as he id so, and soon leapt off thebed, trapping my hands between his legs as he expertly bound them together. We’d met many times, but this had never happened before. He knew I liked bondage, but had always said it wasn’t his thing. It was all happening very quickly, and it was taking me a while to catch up.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“You’re tying me up, but I thought this wasn’t your thing. What’s changed?”

“Oh, do you want me to stop?”

“No, I trust you, I’m surprised though.”

“Well, you like surprises, don’t you?”

He looked over his shoulder as he said that, grinning wickedly, his sweaty face looking hugely excited. I’d never seen him look this excited – it was a little scary, but turned me on no end!

He spent a while tying my hands, and it felt comfortable, but very secure. As he moved away, I saw what he’d been up to, and was astonished! He’d made the most intricate set of bondage I’d seen for a long time. Loops of rope ringed my wrists, and then rope circled the coils between, forcing my hands apart. The rope was soft, the kind someone who understood bondage would choose for comfort in those longggg sessions.

Lying there, hands tied, this superstud with his enormous hard-on standing over me, I was more excited than I’d been in ages. Before I had time to think much more, he had bounded over the bed to get at my feet, pulling me to the edge of the bed so he could , again, trap my feet between his legs. More rope appeared, and he expertly tied my feet together the same way as my hands.

“Where did you learn to do bondage like this? Come on, this is black belt bondage, there’s no way you just watched a video or something.”

“You’re right, a friend of mine has been teaching me. When I saw those pictures you posted of guys tied up and getting played with, they really turned me on, though that sort of stuff has never appealed to me before, and I knew my friend Jack was a real expert, so I had him teach me a few basics.”

“Well, he taught you well. I bet the rope is his, right? It’s amazing stuff!”

“It is.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin – a new voice, entirely different to Paul’s, was speaking. In the doorframe stood a tall, pale guy with clipped black hair, a short, black beard and the strongest, broadest shoulders I’ve ever seen. He had thick body hair across his chest and swirling down his belly, bursting into a vast spray of pubes, framing a monstrous cock that was bobbing to the beat of his heart, growing by the second.

I looked at Paul, somewhat alarmed, the thought of these two guys having their wicked way with me was slightly scary, but enormously arousing. Paul smiled, wickedly. “Jon, meet Jack.”

Jack sauntered into the room, is cock swaggering with his every move, and examined the knots Paul had used to bind my arms. Paul had pretty much finished binding my feet together as well now.

“You’ve done well, Paul, these knots look pretty good. But, the proof is always in a field test. We need your friend here to test them to destruction.”

I started to wriggle, pulling the knots to see if I could escape. Jack reached down and grabbed my cock – hard.

“Did we say you could move, boy?”

“Ahhh no sir, please, aahhh that hurts.”

“Perceptive, aren’t you, boy?”

“Paul, you have one last bondage task, you need to secure him to the bed. I suggest you go for corner-to-corner… at least to start with.”

Jack grinned as he looked down at me.

“Now, Jon, Paul tells me you are a very twisted little sub. He tells me you like to be tickled, and that it turns you on. Well, tonight, we’re going to see just how ticklish you are, and how good Paul’s bondage is.”

I was getting nervous now… I’d never been tickled by two guys before, and although Paul had never deliberately tickled me, he knew my worst spots when he’d discovered them by accident. As Paul shunted me around on the bed, I was starting to get really nervous. Jack had a look on his face that made me think he might not know when to stop, but I hoped Paul would tell him. But how would Paul know? Oh God….

“I think we need a safe word.” I said quietly.

“A what? Why would we need one of those, we’re only going to tickle you!”, said Paul, dismissively.

“No, he’s right, Paul, we do. Sorry about that, Jon, carried away in the moment.”, said Jack. His smile was reassuring, and we agreed “coffee” as the safe word.

“Valuable lesson there, Paul, whenever you tie someone up, always have a safe word, and always, no matter what, honour it. Jon is giving us control of his body, the least we can do is honour it if he lets us know he wants to stop. I have a funny feeling this guy won’t be the safe-word-using type though.”

As he said that, he practically leapt on the bed, his hands jabbing and wriggling around my sides. Luckily, Paul had me bound fully by this point, across the corners of the bed. I was bouncing around madly, giggling breathlessly, and Paul seemed to be standing there in shock at the way I was writhing around.

“Well, come on Paul, what are you waiting for? This guy’s amazingly ticklish, make the most of it! Try his feet.”

“Noooooahahahahahahaha”

Jack was certainly a talented tickler, and Paul was soon joining in with relish. Having two guys tickling me soon had me bouncing around and giggling like mad. It was a total sensory overload. Being tied with arms over my head and feet together meant my pits were very exposed, and they’re probably my most ticklish part, which they soon realised….

In a brief pause, they both left the room, and came back with a glass of water for me, which I definitely needed! Paul was lying beside me, feeding me the water, and Jack had laid down on the other side of me, and was grinning fiendishly as he lay there. Once Paul had put the water down, they both stayed there just lying there, grinning…. There’s nothing can make me quite as nervous as the anticipation of tickling. I couldn’t see what their hands were doing, but from the flexing of their shoulders, I could tell they were up to something…. I tried harder to look down, and quickly had my head pressed back on to the bed by Jack.

As he did, I felt the faintest sensation on my belly, as if someone was running their hand just over the hair there, maddening, but endurable. But then they nodded to each other, and I was done for. They each buried their tongues and faces in one of my pits, and while they did that, one seemed to be tickling my belly while the other tickled my side, then there was a hand on my dick, another in my thighs – it felt like there were, all of a sudden, ten or fifteen hands tickling me. I was getting delirious. It seemed like they’d had their tongues (and those beards! Sooo tickly) buried in my pits for hours – and with one either side there was no escape.

They stopped briefly to manhandle me onto my side, which made me a little more stretched out, but all the more exposed, as one of them could get at my arse now. My cock had been pooling precum on my belly, which was facing Jack, and he started to play with the pool of precum, ladling it back onto my cockhead, which felt great, but sent shivers through the rest of my body. Paul was spreading my cheeks apart and tonguing my hole – always feels great, but usually a prelude to having his giant cock pummelling my innards. Jack had started polishing my cockhead, driving me wild, and making me try to back away, shoving my arse straight onto Paul’s waiting tongue.

Paul soon emerged, smirking as he came round to look me in the eye before lining up his prick with my hole, not sticking it in, just letting it rest there as Jack polished my cockhead with one hand and tickled my belly and thighs with the other. Every time I tried to back away from Jack, the pressure on my arsehole from Paul’s cock grew, and the head occasionally popped in which, with a cock head that big, certainly startled me! All the while, Paul was back tonguing my pit, licking up to my ear and digging his tongue right in there. It felt amazing, his hot breath sounded so…. Hungry. He started whispering things in my ear too, suggesting they were going to keep me here for a week, telling me how much he wanted to fuck me, tickle me and tease me till I couldn’t take any more, and how determined he was to take me to my limits.

By now I was so overstimulated, exhausted and horny, my brain had practically stopped working. The maddening – and obscenely skilful – attention Jack was giving my cock and balls had me jolting back onto Paul’s cock every few seconds – he’d added lube so it popped in and out even easier now. Paul’s hands were tickling me in new ways, new places, and being sandwiched between these two amazingly hot guys, well I was in tickle heaven!

Paul was starting to thrust now, not content with just the head of his cock popping in and out, and Jack was polishing my cockhead so intensely my balls were exquisitely, excruciatingly, intensely churning. I was desperate to cum, desperate for them to keep going, and desperate for them to stop. Paul was gripping my hips now, and pounding my hole, engrossed in his task, as he always was when he fucked me. Grunting, growling and nibbling on my earlobe. Slobbering in my pit. Jack told him to stop, it was time to change something.

I didn’t get much of a rest, all they did was tie my feet to my wrists, so I was bent double, arse in the air, lying on my back, with Paul pounding at my hole, and Jack doing his worst on my pits, which were now soggy from hours of licking and my sweating.

I was practically delirious, and Paul was clearly enjoying himself, as every tickle in my pits made my hole jolt as I laughed, so he was getting doubly tickled! Paul had always had amazing control, he could fuck for hours and not cum, but it didn’t take long before I knew he was about to cum, and cum he did – slamming his cock into me, howling like a banshee, sweat dripping from his chin, his chest glistening. God, the smell in that bedroom was definitely essence of mansex!

After Paul had cum and collapsed on top of me, almost breaking my back, they untied me from the bed and gave me more water. My feet and hands stayed bound, so we clearly weren’t finished, but I was spent. As we lay and chatted, they were already tracing shapes on my sweat-soaked body.

This was clearly going to be a long night….. week…. Who knew?