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This story includes man-to-man bondage, milking and tickling. If you don't like that kind of thing, read something else please......

It had taken quite some time for these star-crossed tickling partners to get together. Work, family, Christmas and even weather had got in the way. They’d been chatting for weeks, and goading each other to the height of frustration as they did so. And finally the time had come.

Chris, our first subject, was nervously checking that his bondage gear was properly set up. It was new, and worked with any bed. Chris always liked the perversity of setting up the bondage gear, knowing it would be him spending most of the time trussed up in it. This new kit was supremely adjustable, so he could be stretched tight, spread eagled nude on the bed. Chris didn’t enjoy those tickle videos where the ticklee was thrashing around like crazy anywhere near as much as those where there was absolutely no escape. No thrashing, no wriggling, just firm, tight bondage. Even the thought of it meant he’d already soaked three pairs of pants with precum today!

Michael, meanwhile, was driving to Chris’ house for the first time. They had been chatting during the day on whatsapp, goading each other. They’d agreed Michael would be the first tied up.

Chris: “I am gonna tickle you so hard, you’ll be itching for revenge in seconds. I’ll use every tool at my disposal, and then hide them all so you can’t use them on me. I’ve mixed my special cockhead lube so I can edge you mercilessly, continuously for as long as I like without making you sore, then, equally mercilessly, milk you a few times till I’m sure you’re pissed off enough that you’ll give me a good going over 😊. Once you recover from my ministrations, I know I don’t stand a chance. You will make me a dribbling wreck and then keep tickling and teasing me.”

Michael: “Promises, promises. You’re gonna be a dribbling wreck anyway. I’ve been waiting ages to have you in my power, and I’ll make the most of it. You better be wearing stuff that’s easy to get off, otherwise you might get hurt when I tear your clothes off. Setting off now, have a cuppa ready for me, and make sure your neighbours can’t see in any room.”

Chris: “Yessir!”

Chris made his final preparations, and waited. It would take Michael an hour to get there, and Chris couldn’t see the cars in the street, because the blinds were shut. So, he settled down to watch some tickling videos. Knowing he was about to be tickled made the tickling videos seem uncomfortable, it felt like everything he saw was being done to him. He had lost track of time when the doorbell rang, and being mesmerised by tickle videos, he practically jumped out of his skin. Rushing to open the door, he was stopped in his tracks by the looming shape in his doorway. Chris knew Michael was taller than him – at 6’1” to Chris’ 5’7” and a bit, but he was seeing broad shoulders and a giant physical presence, something he loved. They’d swapped pictures, but neither was prepared for the physical jolt when the door opened. Both were amazed, photos hadn’t done any justice to what they were seeing!

Chris was still locking the door, having let Michael in, when he felt himself enfolded in a bear hug from behind, and tickling fingers picking at his ribs. Michael was also nuzzling Chris’ ear – one of his favourite turn-ons.

“Oh God, you’ve done it already, I’m putty in your hands”, sighed Chris, as Michael continued to nuzzle, tickle and kiss parts of Chris.

“I can tell, though not everything is soft and malleable, is it?” said Michael, and as he did so, Chris felt a hand sliding down his belly, into his trousers, and grabbing his cock through his pants. He was practically ready to cum on the spot.

Luckily, the kettle boiling broke the spell, and saved Chris from an early orgasm, which would have been most unwise!

As Chris and Michael sat and drank tea, both in their socks, they were both hungrily eyeing the other’s body and feet. Chris put his tea down for a moment, to retrieve his phone, which was on the floor, so Chris was bending back over the arm of the sofa to pick it up. As he did so, Michael pounced, keeping Chris in place, his back arched, belly exposed, and one arm over his head reaching for his phone. “Time for a trial tickle”, grinned Michael.

“Oh no, please, not like this, I’ll break my back!”

“No you won’t, just the decibel record for a ticklee.”

Michael’s fingers were up inside Chris’ t-shirt, ranging across his belly and chest, and working towards his pits. Chris was almost helpless with laughter. It was a maddening position, yet so sexy. Having this 6’1” giant restraining Chris while he tickled him was such a turn-on.

When Michael relented, and Chris had recovered, they exchanged a silent glance, and both knew. It was time.

As Chris undid the Velcro cuffs, Michael stripped off his clothes. Chris crept up behind him and tickled Michael’s bum while he was bending over to remove a sock, which led Michael, half-naked, to seek revenge that almost saw Chris in the cuffs straight away.

Michael eventually lay back on the bed, face-up, stark naked. Chris, grinning broadly, put the blindfold on him. This was a really good blindfold. With gel cushions around the eyes, there was no chance of anyone seeing anything. Next, in went the ear plugs. Then the cuffs went on, one by one. As soon as Michael was fully bound, Chris adjusted the straps to make sure Michael had no wriggle room. Bound spread eagle, Chris used the two remaining eyes on his setup to tie ties round Michael’s thighs, so he really couldn’t close his legs.

Chris admired his handiwork, then waited. He wanted Michael to get really nervous, to think Chris had just left him, but equally, know the tickles would come some time. While he was deploying this tactic, Chris gathered some tools – a feather duster, ice cubes, an air spray for cleaning keyboards, a shaving brush, and a few others. When he returned, Michael was wriggling a little, and looking nervous. His cock was flopping around a bit, so Chris decided that was a good place to start. He grabbed his bottle of special lube (goose fat, mixed with baby oil and a little dash of warming muscle rub) and started to drizzle it on Michael’s cock. Michael almost hit the ceiling when he felt it on his cock. He’d been waiting so long, his senses were stretched to detect anything they could find.

Chris grabbed Michael’s hardening cock, and massaged it till it was hard, rubbing some of the magic lube into his balls as well. It was just warming enough to feel nice, but not too much. The goose fat meant it soaked into the skin nicely, and felt lovely and smooth for both – easy on the hands and the cock! Michael was soon moaning and begging for more. Precum was pooling in his pubes, and he was trying to buck his hips to speed up the stimulation of his cock, but couldn’t.

Chris soon stopped stimulating Michael’s cock, and then waited again, before getting into position to give Michael his first full tickle. The bed had been moved into the centre of the room, so the ler could walk round the bed undetected, and access any part of the lee’s body without giving away his location. Chris was poised at Michael’s feet, with a soft brush in one hand, and an ice cube in the other. He attacked Michael’s feet vigorously. Peals of laughter and squeals of protest were soon filling the air.

“What the fuck are you doing? That feels wrong. Oh God. Ahhh hahahahaahaha”

The ice cube was wedged between Michael’s big toe and second toe now, the trickling water tickling as it melted, and Chris’ hand tickling the foot to help it along.

Chris kept going, tickling Michael’s feet till a good sheen of sweat had formed on his body, and he was thrashing around as best he could. Then he started to tickle Michael’s legs, and as he went, spending plenty of time on the backs of Michael’s knees, before tickling his widely spread inner thighs, which had Michael’s cock hardening up and drooling more precum onto his belly, where a thick, shiny pool was matting his pubes. As soon as Chris’ tickling fingers were digging in around Michael’s balls, he started to go crazy, screaming for mercy, then begging to cum.

“Oh my God I’m so ahhhhahahahah ha fuck horny, that damn tickles, ahh hahahaha fuck please, oh God I’m so hhooooohhahahaha horny – please heeheeheehee make me ohhhh mmmmm cummmmmm”

Chris then teases the crown of Michael’s cock with an ice cube, which drives him mad – he wriggles frantically to get away from it, as Chris also starts to lick his pit, and tease his nipples. “Oh God, oh God, what IS that on my cock, it feels horrible!”

“Ohhh… that feels gooood” Michael moaned, as Chris gave his cock some firm strokes.