Brace yourselves - this is a long one, hopefully a horny, long one.... All feedback and suggestions for the future welcome. Anyone wanting to play the hot horny redhead to my tickletoy is very welcome :P

You can find part one here

and part two here

Part one is here

Chapter 5

After Chris the Carpenter left on the Thursday, I started getting ready for James’ visit. Joy of joys, it was a bank holiday weekend, so we both had a full three days off work to play. We spoke on Thursday evening, and he was concerned as I had looked half-dead after Chris had finished with me. I told him what we’d got up to, how Chris had carried me to the bath, about the passionate kissing and groping, the mellow cuddling and the lovemaking that lasted till dawn. As I was talking, I could see his nipples hardening and swelling, for he was shirtless, and I’m sure the head of his cock hoved into view every so often on the webcam!

What I didn’t tell him was that Chris had begged me to let him come round this weekend to get his hands on James. I was reluctant. I wanted more time to experiment with James’ body, before I shared him, and I also thought he probably wasn’t ready for that yet. So I resisted. Unfortunately, I had to promise Chris that the following weekend, he could have me all to himself, so I’d have to tell James I was busy. Being naturally a tickle sub, the thought of being at Chris’ mercy for a weekend had me all tightly wound as well.

I had a plan, this time I was really going to go to town on James on the Friday night, then spend Saturday morning doing something normal together, before I brought him back for another long session. I really wanted to keep him tied up over night, ok so he could get to the loo, but have his ankles restricted so he couldn’t get downstairs. Hands behind the back as well, I thought, so he couldn’t touch himself. That way I could play with his cock and there would be nothing he could do about it..... I also couldn’t wait to get him hooked up to the ceiling eye. I was really looking forward to having him pretty much totally at my mercy.

So Friday came round, and I went to the station, got him a pint like last time, and waited. I should have known, bank holiday weekend, the trains all went funny, so he was about an hour late. I’d drunk his pint as well as mine by the time he got here, and he looked like he hadn’t had a fun journey. So we went straight back home, and went inside. He’d dumped his bag at the bottom of the stairs, while I was locking the door. Before I could turn round again, he’d wrapped his long arms around me from behind, pinning mine to my sides.

“I’ve missed you.” He said, in my ear, as he licked it and sucked the lobe. His hands were teasing my nipples. God it was tickling.

“Stop it, boy, I’m in charge here.”

“Oh really? That’s not how it looked on Wednesday night. ” His hands were working their way up to my pits, and he was trying to eat the back of my neck.

“No, please, stop, it....ti....hahahahaha tickles...ooohahahahaha!”

I finally managed to wriggle out, and started rubbing his crotch as we kissed, full on. He was hard as a rock.

“Play now, or would you like a drink, or dinner, before we start?”

“I’d love a shower, that train was heaving, I feel all sweaty and grimey from the train. Maybe have dinner, then play?”

“OK mister, go and have a shower, I’ll get the blinds shut, then you can wear as much or as little as you like.”

....

As I was putting the finishing touches to dinner, I heard him coming downstairs. I looked round to see him come into the room wearing the smallest pants that would contain him, in a very nice shade of green, and a short-ish T-shirt. That was it. Above the pants, a delicious band of hairy midriff was showing before the T-shirt started. The pants were bulging obscenely – I’ve never seen anything like it – and already, a damp, shiny patch of precum had seeped through.

I couldn’t help myself, I leant down and licked the precum off. Yummy!

We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed, passionately, for what seemed like hours.

“Dinner will be about 20 minutes – drink?”

“Mmm please, what are we having?”

“Salmon, with steamed vegetables and salad potatoes, and a secret sauce.”

“Lovely! White wine for me then, if you’ve got any?”

“Of course.”

We sat, well, lounged, on the sofa, him resting on my chest, still looking a little stressed. As we drank, and talked, I started massaging his shoulders, and that was doing the trick. I could see him starting to relax. The sun’s last light of the day was making his skin and that gorgeous body hair glow like gold leaf. I could not believe my luck – to have this wonderful man wanting to spend time with me. I think I was getting as much out of the massage as he was!

Dinner was good, we talked, we laughed, I told him more about Wednesday night, with Chris, and as the wine went, James was relaxing. I, on the other hand, was scheming. After we’d finished eating, I cleared the table. James insisted on washing up the few things I couldn’t chuck in the dishwasher, so I said I’d go and have a shower. I thought if I didn’t come back down, James would come and see what was happening. So, I waited. I waited some more. He’d been ages. So I crept back down to see what was going on. Bless him, there he was, stretched out on the sofa, snoozing idly. His arms were resting along the backs of the sofa, so I could see the hairs radiating from his pits, and his thighs were nicely spread too. Time for a surprise..... I crept away and received my stock of rope and cuffs, ever so gently attaching them to each wrist and ankle, Then his right hand and right ankle were tied together, via the sofa leg, and likewise the left. I didn’t want to be too unkind, so I settled down between his thighs, and just started kissing and licking. Well, I was thoroughly enjoying myself, the smell of clean man musk, and his beautiful body keeping me quiet. He seemed to be quite content, purring every now and then, but still snoozing.

After I’d got his thighs all nice and damp, I wanted him to wake up, so I went for those pants. They were stretched obscenely by his massive cock. The material was almost see-through, and I could see the veins starting to pulse within the fabric. I started just by gently blowing warm breath on his cockhead – I’m told it feels amazing. It made him wriggle a little. Then, mouth over his cockhead, a long, steady breath, to warm his cockhead up. Well, that woke him up!

“What the....ohhhhh mmmmmmm.......wammmmmmmmmmmmohhhhh hey, why can’t I....oh!”

He woke to find me firmly attached to his pants, arms and legs secured.

“I think it’s time you lost these.” I said, pulling his pants out from under him. It was time he learned what it was like to be edged. I gave him my best possible blow-job for a while, gagging on his massive cock, then got the fleshjack out, with my magic oil. Well, he liked that, he was soon begging and purring, then whining whenever I stopped.

“Now now, don’t you start getting demanding. If you want more sensation, you shall have it, just not what you want.”

And I started to slowly, firmly rub the palm of my hand across his cockhead. He loved it at first, but if you’ve ever had it done to you, you’ll know it very quickly becomes an exquisite agony. Well, he was tugging at his bonds, pulling faces, begging, moaning, practically everything!

“Oh God, please, let me cum, it’s been a whole week, my balls are aaaaahhh fuck, please, stop!”

“OK then, I will.” And I did, and wandered off behind him.

“What, no, please! Oh fuck don’t leave me hanging like this, come on, please, make me cummmm I’ll do anything!”

While he was begging to no-one in particular, I had retrieved a feather duster which stayed in the hall. I was creeping up behind the sofa, and I could reach his feet without being seen, using the feather duster, under the sofa.

“Where have you gone? Come back! Come on, please! I need to cummmoohhaaahahahahahahaha”

Well, his feet were doing a little jig all of their own to get away from the feather duster. The look of surprise on his face when he felt it was so cool. I crawled round to get a better reach with the duster, and he was calling me every name under the sun. After a good going over – absolutely everywhere – with the feather duster, I let him calm down.

“OK, I’m going to make you a deal. I’ll untie you, we’ll go upstairs, I’ll get to try out that ceiling eye, and then if you can survive 15 minutes tied with that, I promise I’ll bring you to the best, most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had.”

“How long will you take to get me off, after I get out of the ceiling eye?” he asked, a very suspicious look on his face.

“Hm.... less than an hour, I promise.”

“What if I don’t agree?”

“You won’t cum till Monday.” When I said that, he just crumpled, as if the life had ebbed out of him. A little, tiny voice said, ever so quietly, “OK”.

“Good boy, I promise, you’ll enjoy it! We’ll have a beer before I tie you up again, then it’ll really be playtime!”

....

So, there he was, arms over his head, those beautiful pits open to the air, blindfolded and in ear defenders. I left him like that for five minutes, having told him his fifteen minutes would start as soon as I touched him. Every now and then, I’d just blow on his belly or neck, to make him jump. Cruel, I know, but oh, I enjoyed it.

I’d assembled ice cubes, a water spray, the feather duster, a clothes brush and some very soft paintbrushes to use. I decided to start with the paintbrushes. These are supremely suited to nipples. If you start very gently, I know from experience, you can’t sometimes tell if you’re really being tickled. And by the time your brain catches up, it REALLY tickles, and hysteria is just around the corner. I was not disappointed. He was very soon trying to back away from me, but luckily Chris had put in some floor level rope eyes, discreetly hidden, so James was bound top end and bottom end, and couldn’t wriggle away.

So, feather duster between the legs, oh, he liked that. Follow that with a bowl of ice cubes under the balls. Hm. Didn’t like that!! Try the feather duster down his arse crack. Oh that’s right, stick your arse out to make it easier to get at. Hehe. While he’s sticking his arse out, pleading for more because he likes that, I get behind him and grab his cock through his legs. My, he practically jumped out of his skin! I start to rim him, and I’m sure his legs are giving way. He’s moaning, pushing his arse onto my face, and having far too much fun. My fingers start to crawl up his sides. Now he’s wriggling and giggling. I stand in front of him and walk him backwards so the ropes are at their limit, and he can’t escape my fingers. It’s also stretching his pits, and being 8 inches shorter than him, they’re at the perfect height for me to lick and nibble. And now the giggling goes up a gear. I swap pits, my hands come round to the front to attack his belly, then tickle their way down to his thighs. Poor fella, the sweat’s pouring off him. I’m not, how shall I put it? Sparing the tickle horse!

He’s starting to struggle to keep up with breathing between laughs, so I give him some water, and hold him in a bear hug, my hands neatly positioned just outside his pits. Just a split second before he’s recovered, I’m off again, deep, deep into those pits. It’s like hugging a bucking bronco!

Rub those nipples with ice cubes, and I’m sure the water’s tickling as it’s trickling. I want to have a go at his legs properly now. I dust them down with the feather duster, then just scrape my fingers up and down till I find a spot where he flinches, and then it’s in for the kill.

I know his fifteen minutes is nearly up, but I just can’t resist. I know I should stop, but I can’t, I keep going, and find that just under his arse cheeks and into his perineum is ridiculously ticklish, as are his balls. Well, before I realised what had happened, another ten minutes had passed. As soon as I realised, I stopped, and, trying to compose myself, let him down and tried to convince him it’d only been fifteen minutes. “Hey, it always feels like longer when you’re blindfolded, it really was fifteen minutes.”

He was absolutely exhausted, but his eyes narrowed, and he said to me, “I know you’re lying, you’re blushing all the way up your chest and neck. We’ll deal with that later, but right now, I need some water, and then you promised me an orgasm. He waved his enormous prick in my face. I nearly swallowed it there and then!

“Oh no, you’re not tying me up to give me an orgasm. Seen as you lied to me, you’re going to give me that best orgasm you promised me. Come on!” There was an evil glint in his eye that I hadn’t seen before, and it was turning me on no end! As I was playing with his cock, I could feel mine leaking precum all over my leg. He smirked at me when he noticed it.

He was soon thoroughly blissed out as his orgasm approached. Remember he’d been waiting a week for this! I was lost in the process of toying with his amazing cock as well, the smell of ticklesex was everywhere, and I was only aware of his cock. I should have known...... planned..... guessed.

All the cuffs and rope were still on the bed, and he’d cleverly positioned himself and me, and the ropes and cuffs he’d taken off, so that I was essentially lying inside a knot, and all he had to do was tighten it up, which he did, taking me completely by surprise. My hands and feet were suddenly drawn together in front of me, wrapped up tight in rope.

“Now, I’ll get my orgasm the way I want it!” he said, turning me on my back, and thrusting his cock.....

Chapter 6

All the cuffs and rope were still on the bed, and he’d cleverly positioned himself and me, and the ropes and cuffs he’d taken off, so that I was essentially lying inside a knot, and all he had to do was tighten it up, which he did, taking me completely by surprise. My hands and feet were suddenly drawn together in front of me, wrapped up tight in rope.

“Now, I’ll get my orgasm the way I want it!” he said, turning me on my back, and thrusting his cock.....

........in my face. He rubbed it all over my face, thoroughly enjoying it, from the look on his face, before he turned round, straddling my body so his arse was shoved in my face.

“Lick, bitch, and do it nicely.” Was all he said. He practically suffocated me, shoving his hole onto my mouth. It felt dirty, and good, to be dominated by this stud, who had grown in confidence from the nervous, hesitant young lad I’d first met. While I went to town on his hole.... God it tasted good.... he was binding my hands and feet together so I couldn’t escape. I was wondering what he had planned. The way I was tied didn’t give him a lot of options to use my body to cum. Once he’d used all the rope up, tying me to a ridiculous degree of security – I could barely see my hands round the rope. He jumped off me and ferreted in his bag for something.

More rope. What was going on? “What are you doing?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” He replied, smirking. “I was really enjoying you playing with my cock, but I want to cum on my terms this time, and I know you’re really a filthy little sub, Chris told me, so I thought you deserved a treat. I saw what Chris did to you. It was so horny! You’ve been teasing and tickling me for weeks, and I’ve not been cumming nearly enough. Well, this weekend’s going to be different. For now, I am going to use you to give me an earth-shattering orgasm we’ll never forget. Then, I am going to tickle, edge and milk you to within an inch of your life. If you’re good, I won’t invite Chris to join us. If you’re bad, I will. If you’re really bad, we’ll all call in sick and you’ll stay tied up all next week, while Chris and I explore your limits of endurance.”

I’m embarrassed to say my cock was betraying me – it was solid as a rock and drooling precum like a fountain. I was just so turned on by this assertive, tall, ginger god who was taking over my life.

“Now, it’s time for my orgasm. Here, this should keep you quiet.” He shoved his pants in my mouth, and taped them in. He ran a rope through the ceiling eye, around the mass of rope holding my hands and feet. What was he up to? He lifted me onto the floor, and with an evil glint in his eye, started hauling on the rope, pulling my hands and feet into the air, till I was suspended by them. So there I was, dangling, arse and mouth exposed, slowly spinning round as the rope settled. Every now and then I’d catch a glimpse of his evil grin as I passed. He was in his bag again. He’d stuffed his pants in my mouth, so he wasn’t going to face fuck me, so how was he going to cu.... oh. OH.... That monster cock is huge!! Being resourceful, he’d brought what he needed to get me clean and ready for him. Once I was clean he spent ages rimming me. God. In spite of the uncomfortable position, I was moaning into those pants. It was amazing! His tongue matched his cock and was digging deep inside my hole. I could feel the muscles surrendering to him.

“Now, my gorgeous little fucktoy, it’s time. I am so, so ready for this orgasm. I’ve never fucked anybody before, so you’ll be my first. I’m going to make it last as long as I can, but I’m sure you’ll know when I’m ready to cum.”

He pulled on a condom, smothered and filled my hole with lube, then adjusted my position so I was hanging at exactly the right height. He lined himself up, smiled at me, then eased in. Well. The look on his face was amazing. It was as if he’d just discovered pleasure for the first time. His huge cock was stretching me in more ways than one. My arms and legs were getting tired, and his cock was stretching my hole wide. Thank goodness he used loads of lube! But it felt good, it felt right to have this red Adonis plunging his cock into my hole. I was moaning every time he thrusted. He started pulling it all the way out, then ploughing all the way in – my eyes were almost popping out of my head! The head was a bit larger than the body of his cock, so my prostate was getting nicely tenderised. He was showing such control, going nice and slow, and deep, making the most of it. His face was a picture of bliss. I tightened my muscles a bit, which he loved. Then he discovered the real secret. He started tickling my thighs and balls, while his cock was inside me. Well, suffice to say, my hole started to tickle his cock. Now it was his eyes that were out on stalks. He was groaning, and moaning, and then he started growling. His pace picked up, and he was hammering that cock home. Had he not been clutching my arse flesh in his hands, I’d have been bouncing off the walls. I was screaming as best I could. He was just going for it, like an express train. Then he stopped. Cursing. He pulled his cock out.

“I don’t want to cum yet, and I can see your arms and legs are getting tired. Let’s change position.”

So, he lowered me to the floor, then propped me on the bed, on my side. Then he was off again. Hammering home, tickling my thighs, tweaking my nipples, going for my pits. My brain had given up, I could feel reality fading, and knew I was about to pass out. I did what I could to attract his attention, as the stars span before my eyes, and bless him he noticed, pulled out, and untied my bonds and freed my mouth. He kept apologising, and when I started to recover, I managed to say, “Don’t, that was great. Water, then keep going!”

He kissed me hard, passionately, brought me some water, then held me in his arms as I recovered. We talked a little, and as I felt better, I sat up. “Come on then, I want more. Maybe don’t tie me up now, just fuck me hard.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking concerned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want that to happen.”

I sighed, rolled onto my back, grabbed my feet, and said, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

He grinned, had a condom on faster than I’ve ever seen, and plunged home. As he did, he bent forward to kiss me. For what must have been another hour, he ground his cock in and out of my hole, ever so slowly, kissing me all the while. Man, this kid had stamina!! We were both getting close to cumming, and I could see he was losing control, his life’s purpose swept aside by the need to cum. He practically roared, and furiously pounded my hole. The bed was shaking, the mattress was sliding off the bed, and he was still going. I could see the red flush gathering on his chest and climbing his neck, his face growing redder, sweat pouring off him, as with a final roar, I felt him erupt inside me, again, and again and again. It must have been several minutes of feeling his cock convulse inside me. In all the excitement, I barely noticed that I was cumming at the same time, gobbets of cum flying everywhere.

As his orgasm subsided, he had a rather startled look on his face. I drew him down to me and we kissed, savouring the smell of sex in the air, our tongues tangling together. His cock was still inside me, and I didn’t want to let it go. He showed little enthusiasm for pulling out either. And then I remembered. This man had almost made me pass out. He’d been extremely naughty. So.... time for a little revenge. I let his cock plop out of my over-used hole, and began to kiss my way down his body, turning as I did, so I could secure him under my legs while I played with his cock. He didn’t realise in time, and I was able to get on top of him and start wanking his cock and tickling his balls. He was writhing like mad, but he’d spent all his energy. He couldn’t push me off, so I went to town, polishing his cockhead (oh that made him whimper!), sucking on his balls (moaning and groaning) and generally stimulating his overstimulated nerve endings.

“Oh fuck, stop, you’re going to make me cum again!”

“Oooh promises, promises, come on then.”

“No, please, I can’t, please!”

“Oh yes you can. Come on.” I was wanking his cock, holding the tip in my mouth, tickling his balls, and like a volcano erupting, I started to feel the beginnings of orgasm. He was lying there shaking his head, saying “no, no, no, fuck no, no, no, oh ah ooooh yeah, no,. Please stop. Oh shit. Come on, give me a break. Oaaaaah eeh oooooh aaah mmmm, oh no, please, oh God, oh fuck, oh shit, oh Yes, Yes AAAArrrrgh!”

What felt like another gallon of cum splattered all over us, and as he subsided, I just carried on, carefully polishing his cock head, and this time the sensation was too much, he found the strength to dislodge me, to get my hands away from his cock and balls, and pin them down. He ended up looking into my eyes, on top of me and we laughed as we observed the destruction all around us – bedclothes, rope, cuffs, patches of wet cum, condom packets, lube bottles, all strewn everywhere.

He collapsed into my arms, and we cuddled for ages, before either of us could summon the strength to move. As we lay there, we talked.

“That was amazing, and very unexpected.” I said.

“Thankyou for being my first fuck. I shall remember tonight forever.”

“Oh, I’m sure we can do it again sometime.”

“Ok, just give me an hour to recover.”

“Dirty little boy.”

“Who’s little?”

“Did you say tickle me?”

Nooooohahahahahaha.......