After a long day as a manager at work, Evan likes to lose control. He hates being tickled, but he knows that Franco will restrain him and treat him like he deserves to be treated. Franco gets out the rope and ties Evan up. With ropes securely around Evan’s upper body, Franco starts the hardcore tickling. Franco goes everywhere Evan hates, but the worst part for Evan is when Franco attacks Evan’s size 9 feet with the brush!
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Dante considers himself pretty kinky, but he’s never been tied down and tickled like this. He strips to his jockstrap and climbs on the table, where Franco secures him with wrist and ankle cuffs before tickling his inner thighs and socked feet. Dante laughs hysterically as Franco tickles his smooth body, especially between his amazingly strong legs. The uncontrollable laughter continues during Franco’s tickle of Dante’s firm belly and sides. Halfway through the session, Dante loses all control and pees all over himself while Franco tickles him. Soaked wet with piss, Dante’s legs and taint become slippery targets for Franco’s probing fingers. He then releases Dante’s shoulder harness, slips behind him and tickles the backside of Dante’s pits and ribs. Unable to catch his breath, Dante can barely form words as he bucks and kicks his way through the tickling session. Franco blows raspberries on Dante’s stomach, then shifts gears and pops Dante’s hard cock in his mouth. He briefly sucks Dante’s cock, then with a finger hitting Dante’s prostate, jacks a big load out of him. Franco follows up with his trademark post-cum cock stimulation, but after a few moments, Dante surprisingly cums again! The session ends with a big tickle of Dante’s super-sensitive inner thighs.
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CHAPTER ONE – DELIVERANCE
The pull of a zipper against my body wasn’t just sound, it was a sensation. A consistent vibration encompassing my body. A strong thrum in my chest and filling my ears like I was in a tight echoing chamber. Though I guess in a way I was.
The rubber hood was first realized at my ears. Adhering to each curve and contour. And then my eyes that were shrouded in darkness. Thick rubber covering the edges of the eye socket. Then the stretch of my mandible. My jaw attempting to open in remark. And while failing to do so tasting rubber while also failing to close in its resting position. More rubber filling all the negative space in my mouth. My tongue, partially suspended and contained just beneath my soft palate.
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This is Mathew Rock‘s first time getting tickled, and he’s very excited and already giggling while Franco undresses him. Giggles turn to crazy laughter as the tickling begins in Mathew’s armpits and on his ribs. Strung up like a pig, there’s nothing Mathew can do to get away, but it sounds like he’s having too much fun to want to! Mathew spins around and lifts off the ground with his big, uncut cock bouncing as the tickling pleasures continue. With a big smile on his face and a raging boner, Mathew laughs hysterically during this tickle-manhandling. Franco clips Mathew to the wall and removes his pants and underwear, leaving him in nothing but socks. And, man, are his feet ticklish! Mathew flails around as Franco tickles him through his socks, first right-side up, then upside-down. It gets even more intense when the socks come off and Franco tickles Mathew’s lubed size 10’s with an electric toothbrush and soap savers. Finally, Franco sends Mathew over the edge tickling his feet with his manly fingers before helping Mathew shoot a well-deserved load.
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He walked quietly across the landing and gently knelt down just inside the doorway of Isaac’s study, looking up at him submissively as he waited for Isaac to notice him.
Liam’s and Isaac’s date night has gone a little bit awry. What had been intended to be a night for just the two of them has been interrupted by one of Isaac’s work meetings. But with Liam bored, and the perfect movie scene getting him the mood, he decides that if he must wait, he’ll wait on his terms.
Huffing to himself as he went searching for yet another show to watch on the television, Liam glanced over to the door. He could still hear Isaac from his study, in his meeting with work. Going to get another cup of tea, Liam looked up the stairs to see if Isaac looked to be any closer to being done, not that he could see anything. All he could see was into Isaac’s bedroom, which just rubbed salt in the wound.
Liam wanted to be in there, playing. He and Isaac had organised their date night the previous weekend, when they’d gone to London together on a whim. But that morning, Isaac had suddenly been roped into a business meeting with the New York end of the company. Apparently they’d been offered a big settlement, which needed to be discussed since there were tens of millions of dollars on the line. Isaac had explained it to Liam, but Liam had a tendency to glaze over when Isaac started talking about insurance. He’d also been changing into some smarter clothes at the time, since it was a video call, so Liam had been distracted. All he knew was that Isaac’s presence was needed on the call for a twenty minute meeting about whether to accept or not.
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Thor let himself be led away to a cell without any protest, on all fours the whole way. The men who were surrounding him were big and no doubt trained and he could give them a run for their money but in this mortal form he was unsure of victory against so many. That was if he had it in him to put up a fight after he had already been defeated by Jake, still leading him by his improvised leash. In the last twenty-four hours Thor had sucked off more men than he knew, been obligated to impale himself on his own hammer, and discover that he was weaker than ever thanks to his father’s punishment of exile. So what if he was going to a cell, it was just as much a prison as the rest of this world.
The six guards were wary and intrigued by this unknown man. He looked as strong as any of them and they recognised a warrior in him but they had seen the pictures of how he had been found if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes. It was difficult to take a man seriously once he had been seen with a hammer up his ass, cum all over his face and upper body, and delirious from sucking cock and now he was once again leaking cum from his ass from their champion and was crawling after him like an obedient dog.
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There’s a difference being in a dark room, like a bedroom, where light is still able to somehow enter the space and the eyes adjust and can make out forms, and a completely blacked out room, where your eyes never adjust to the darkness and it’s pitch black. The cell was the latter. Once the cell door closed and the light went out, the cell was devoid of any light source. I continued to stay kneeling in the same spot, thinking at some point my eyes would adjust and then it would be all right to move around. That never happened.
It was the pain in my knees and arms that finally decided I needed to make a move. The floor was concrete, so my knees didn’t like the very hard surface they were in constant contact with. My arms and my shoulders were also slightly uncomfortable, since the chain connecting my wrists to the collar around my neck was keeping the wrists just above the waist behind my back. It’s not a natural position for the arms and shoulders to be in. If you’ve been handcuffed for any length of time, you know this. Think about that position being pulled up about six or eight inches from where your wrists would fall if they were simply cuffed behind you. It makes a huge difference.
I decided to try to move toward the wall to my right and see if I could lean against it while sitting on the floor. As I moved in that direction, I was quickly reminded of the limited movement I was being allowed due to the ball stretcher chained to the floor. The instant tug I got on my balls was the only reminder I needed.
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By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 2: Quaint Local Customs
You don’t need to be on St. Bevons very long before you know they have all different races there. So Patrick was some kind of Asian and the other one–Dobie, like it said on his shirt–was white. Not surprising. And they have their own accent or dialect or whatever. I mean you hear it but not from the ones that have any money, lol! Patrick had it, but underneath you could tell that he had to be an American. Same for the other one. You knew it by how they said things. Like when Dobie said, “Yeh, we be outta you way soon sir.” These guys on the island, like cooks and so on, always said “waaaay,” like it might go on forever, and when they got to something like “sir,” it was “sirrrr.”
But these two guys didn’t sound like that. They sounded like I sounded when Dan took me to his room and gave me a beer (thanks, Dan–finally!) and I did my imitation of islan’ talk till he told me I was drunk and I should knock it off. So you can learn to talk that way, but you might not be perfect. Anyhow, Dobie and Patrick pulled off the bedclothes and brought in some new sheets and fluffed up the pillows and went in the bathroom and scrubbed and flushed and mopped and sprayed, and all the time they were chattering away in islan’ but the way they cranked their shoulders and slung their butts was totally USA.
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