revenge is sweet...so, so sweet! just yesterday you'd won the right to strap
me to that infernal rack of yours. my body still aches from the tension it
endured for so long. I shudder when I remember what it felt like trying to
suppress that uncontrollable urge to laugh while you tickled the shit out of
me or face yet another notch on the rack. what a clever game you devised for
me...I bet you thought so too, until now...
I bet you didn't plan on losing a little one-on-one basketball game the day
after you tortured me so sadistically, did you? you really shouldn't have
taken me up on that wager I suggested either: winner's choice of loser's
penalty. I'm sure the concept of the game I want you to play is
familiar...but have you noted the one refinement?
you've inspired me! don't feel so clever now, do you tuff-guy?
I have stripped you down to your socks and securely strapped you into the
sort
of weight bench that holds a rack of weights behind it that can be adjusted
for resistance. your arms are tightly lashed behind your back, forcing the
naked flesh of your exposed torso forward. your arms are tied off at the
shoulder and wrist joints to the steel column of the weight bench behind you,
solidly anchoring your upper-body. your legs are lashed together at hips,
knees, and ankles and then I used a long piece of rope to wind around and
bind
both legs to the remaining length of the padded bench ending at your feet
which hang just over the edge. I saw you glance down at your feet at this
point and wiggle your toes a little. from the worried look I saw cross your
face I could tell you were pondering how helpless they looked down there.
then, for variety's sake, I made my little addition to the game. taking a
bit
of soft nylon rope I tied one end tightly around the head of your semi-hard
cock, and then moving around behind you, I tied the other end to the empty
(for now) weight stack. the rope trails from the head of your cock up in
front of you and then over the cross-bar of the weight bench and down, behind
you, to the weight stack. I slide a one pound weight in and it's just enough
to lift your cock up straight...I have LOTS of one pound weights! now are
you
beginning to understand the rules of your game?
you start to object, but I silence you with a finger to your lips,
"sshhhh...complaints carry the same penalty as a laugh in this game, so think
before you speak, tuff-guy." you nod and nothing more so I assume you've
nothing relevant to say and head down to where your feet are trapped at the
end of the bench. I sit down there on the floor in front of your soles and
take a good look at those big, helpless feet, still soaked with sweat from
the
recent basketball game, your damp white sweatsocks adhering to their shape.
I
think back on yesterday when you slowly stretched and tickled me to the point
of insanity...teasing me unbearably at the same time. Brushing my cheek
against the hot, moist sole of your socked foot I can detect the mild smell
of
a sweaty basketball game on them and I think, "Boy, are you gonna pay, tuff-
guy!!"
with a single fingertip I trace a line down the instep of your left foot,
through the sock. I hear a gasp from you and look up, "remember...no
laughing!! I kinda like the gasping, that's okay, but Jeeze, I haven't even
gotten your socks off yet...get a grip, tuff-guy!"
now I reach up with both hands and grasp the tops of both your socks and pull
them off simultaneously exposing those big sweaty soles to the cool air. now
you look scared, it's a good look for you, very sexy. you look scared and
yet
your cock seems to be more erect then it was before...that's odd. heh, heh,
heh...
now for my secret weapon. I found this little toy just the other day
innocently shopping for legitimate tools at my neighborhood Home Depot outlet.
it's a little hand held battery-powered sanding tool. it has a variety of
attachments and the one I've chosen for you is a small cone-shaped one. it has
a low-grade sandpaper texture for soft woods or lead. it won't damage skin
unless pressed very firmly and held in
place for a length of time, but used correctly it can cause the most intense
tickling sensations I've ever felt (you can let me know what you think when
we're done). I haven't yet switched the evil little device on yet, but I
place the little cone attachment right between the big and second toes of
your
bare left foot. the sanding attachment fits nicely there, and with my finger
on the switch I explain to you that there are three speeds: low for good
boys, medium for bad boys, and high for very bad boys. I ask you what you
are. wide-eyed with apparent horror at your predicament you simply shake
your
head slowly knowing that there is no answer you could give which would result
in me not turning the sander on at all. I wait a few seconds for your answer
and, receiving none, without warning I turn the switch to medium, "boys who
don't answer questions put to them are 'bad boys'!!". the sudden, insane
movement of the spinning sander-head sends electric sensations into your toes
and all the way up your bound leg, catching you off-guard and forcing a loud
tortured laugh from deep in your lungs. I immediately turn the sander off
and
your naked body slumps as much as it can in it's bondage. "Awww...man". I
sigh, feigning disappointment, "you know what this means, don't you?" with
your head drooping forward, your breathing a little ragged, you nod slowly.
I leave your feet for the moment and move around again behind you. I hear
you
take a deep breath and hold it when you hear the clanking of metal as I pick
up another one pound weight. I slide it into place and smile when you gasp
as
I let it fall. "and for losing it so early... one more!" I unexpectedly
drop
a second weight onto the stack and this time I can't help an audible sadistic
chuckle as you gasp again. "NO! you said only one pound per laugh!" you
shout without thinking and I immediately drop another weight on, "...and one
more for complaining!" your breathing becomes faster with the latest
increase
in the tension but you say nothing more. seeing you in this predicament
after
suffering so horribly at your hands only the night before has me giggling
with
cruel pleasure and I bend down to your ear to whisper, "see, I can laugh as
much as I want...heh heh heh".
I move around beside you to view the effects four pounds of steel has on that
cock of yours. to my surprise it is fully erect now! since I'd tied the
loop
around your glans while you were only semi-hard, the new girth of your penis
head is now straining at the tight confines. the mushroom head is a deep
purple and the tension of the weight has the shaft fairly stretched out.
your
penis stands up straight in mid-air. leaning over your lap I use a single
finger tip to make small, light, circles around the taut skin at the tip of
your penis. I can hear soft, rhythmic moans escape from your lips as I
maddeningly stimulate your tortured cock until the entire head is moistened
with your pre-cum and your hips are uselessly bucking against their tight
bonds.
"well...enough of this. back to work on those feet!", I say and hear you
respond with a panicked "NO!!....uh, I mean, uh please...?"
"man! you just never learn!", I say, shaking my head and picking up another
weight.
"I'm sorry, I'm s-s-so so sorry. I-I-I didn't mean to complain...please?",
you stutter realizing your mistake.
"too late my friend", is my only response as I place the weight into the
stack
slot, and watch this time from an angle where I can see your bound cock, as I
drop it into place. I can see the new weight pull your cock even tighter as
you bite your lip and close your eyes against the increase of pain. finally
I
turn around to take my place at your feet again, with five pounds now hanging
from your cock. I switch the sander on, "now, hold onto your
horses, tuff-guy, you're in for a bumpy ride..."
as i move the whirring tip of the sander closer to your helpless feet i
can see the muscles in your legs tense, as if straining to pull them
away from the evil tool that approaches. alas, the bondage is too tight
and sound to allow you any hope of avoiding the torture to come. i zero
in on your left foot touching the vibrating sander to the heel. i
notice your left leg tense even more, the tendons evident all the way up
to your hip. i see you set your jaw and grit your teeth just a little,
but you succeed in holding onto your composure (for the moment). i
entertain myself for the moment by tracing lazy circles around your
heel, before inching slowly up to the arch of the foot. i can tell you
are much more sensitive here. your breathing has become more and more
rapid and shallow as i got closer and closer to the center of your
sole. i make sure to explore this area thoroughly and just as you seem
to get a handle on this more intense sensation i switch the sander from
low to medium. an intensified burst of ticklish electricity shoots from
your left sole up your vibrating bound leg into your stretched and
tortured cock and through your torso to your rigidly clamped lips,
demanding to be released as tortured laughter. i continue tracing
patterns around the center of your left sole with the sander, leaving it
set on medium speed and making sure that it never breaks contact with
your sensitive flesh even though your foot is jerking around madly in
it's exquisite torment. your eyes are squeezed tightly shut now, lips
tightly clenched, face red with the strain. you seem to be holding your
breath now as if you fear that the simple act of breathing would only
allow your lungs to betray you by releasing your desperately repressed
laughter. your whole body shudders in silent agony while i happily
continue your torture. i am determined that you will laugh. i decide
it's time to test your hottest spots of all against your will power.
i begin inching the sander further up your foot. millimeter by
millimeter i approach your toes and the ball of your sensitive foot.
you remember what it was like just a little while ago when i gave you
your first little surprise taste. your foot automatically begins to
twist and turn to avoid the tip of the little sander. your toes clench
to deny me access to the sweet spots between them. i stop the sander
and grab the toes of your left foot, pushing them back and forcing your
foot into a hyper-flexed position while clearing a path to my favorite
areas...between your toes and just along the ridge of the ball of your
foot right below where your toes connect.
"now tuff-guy", i warn you, "keep this foot positioned exactly like this
no matter what i do to it and no matter how badly you want to scrunch it
up! understand?" you nod slowly and with dread. you've taken this
brief respite to catch your breath and when you hear me switch the
little sander back on to it's medium setting you take a very deep breath
and hold it. i touch the sander to that sensitive ridge along the ball
of your foot with the intention of gliding it maddeningly back and forth
for awhile before diving in between your toes, but the moment the
sander's tip touches base your foot instinctively curls up again against
all the will to keep it still that you could muster. i switch off the
sander again and move to where your torso is bound to the uprights of
the weight bench. you are scared and that makes me hard. standing in
front of your helplessly bound body with my waist right at your eye
level i begin to massage my cock through my jeans. i see you watching
me enviously and decide to describe to you how good this feels and watch
as your cock begins pulsing with need in it's bondage. "don't you wish
you could do this? your cock looks like it could use some attention", i
tease while continuing the slow stroking of the hard shaft inside my
jeans. "yesssssss....pleeeeeeeze????", you whisper, overcome with
lust. i can tell by the look on your face that you are at the point
where you would give anything to cum, the point where pleasure itself
has become the most hellish of tortures. your cock is as hard as it can
get, the glans is deep purple and the whole of it is twitching with lust
even though it is stretched out tight by five pounds of metal. kneeling
beside your bound form i bend forward and take the head of your cock
between my lips just up to the spot right below the head where the
weight cord is tied off. you feel the wet warmth of my mouth envelop
just the tip of your cock and i move my tongue around the glans right up
until i can feel your body tensing to orgasm and then i stop and stand
up, leaving you tantalized to the point of delirium.
"NO!!", you shout, "don't stop! please!?"
looking down at your pitiful face, shaking my head and clucking my tongue, i
chuckle, "i don't know what i was thinking. i'm supposed to be punishing you
for not keeping
your foot still, not bringing you off. but now i owe you two for shouting at me
like that..." you accept this silently, but with a look of fear, knowing that
any further disagreement would only result in three more pounds instead of two.
satisfied with your obedience i pick up two more weights. i drop the first
into place and this time it
solicits an audible groan and a sharp intake of breath. i almost
immediately drop the second onto the stack and watch as your abused cock
is lengthened just a little more and you whisper ,"oh god godgodgod...",
through tightly clenched teeth. now i take a good close look at your
straining, stretched cock to make sure everything is okay. i tickle
your balls with my fingertips just long enough to get your hips
squirming as much as possible under the tight ropes. and then i retreat
to take up my position at those sensitive feet again.
"now, are you going to keep them still and keep perfect form?" i ask of
you, smiling sadistically. "i-i-i just can't. i-i-i'm s-s-sorry",
you answer, hoping that this statement will not be one that sentences
you to another pound. " that's all right then, tuff-guy, just be honest
with me. if you can't keep your feet still, we can easily fix that", i
answer back as i pull a wad of shoestrings from my pocket, "we'll just
fix it so you have no choice, okay?"...
I sit down at your feet and begin patiently to untangle the shoestrings.
There are ten of them. I use them one at a time to tie around each toe
and then i cinch each loose end back to the bonds around your ankles. I
tighten each shoestring as much as possible before tying it off at your
ankles, causing each toe to be almost painfully pulled backward,
separating each from it's sensitive neighbor and forcing both feet into
a hyper-flexed position with the tender flesh of both soles stretched
taut and vulnerable. Now your feet are incapable of even the slightest
movement, in fact your entire body is, for all intensive purposes,
paralyzed. except that if you were actually paralyzed you would at
least be spared the horrible sensations i'm about to unleash on you.
Instead, you find every nerve in your body is hyper-alert and you are
unable to defend yourself in any way. You are utterly vulnerable and
alone in a room with a guy who enjoys nothing more in this life than
making guys suffer. On top of that i'm also being motivated by revenge
and feel justified inflicting this cruel punishment on you.
It has taken me approximately twenty minutes to tie back all of your
toes individually and to make sure each had been stretched as much as
possible and secured soundly enough to allow you no slack at all.
During this time I've heard not a single sound from you. No doubt you
are afraid anything you might say would be interpreted as a complaint by
me (probably true) and would result in me loading more weight onto the
stack. I look up away from your feet now, and even though I'm sure
you're grateful for this short respite in the tickling, I see you
staring down helplessly at your poor stretched and neglected cock as if
trying to ease it's discomfort by your will alone. Alas, I'm in total
control right now. I am the only one who can put an end to your torture
and i simply choose not to.
Picking up the sander, i switch it on, knowing that it will alert you to
the fact that your break is over. Your attention is jerked away from
your tormented cock down to me sitting and smiling at your feet. Your
eyes are wide with horror as I ask you a stupid question, "Think you
can keep those feet still now, tuff-guy?"
You say nothing but I can see the muscles straining and twisting under
the taut skin on your soles desperately trying to move your feet away
from the slowly approaching sander, or at least to twist, or scrunch up,
or wiggle the toes, in response to the impending torture. The new
refinements to your bondage make this impossible though. The muscles in
your legs and feet twitch and contract uselessly effecting no real
movement as I very, very slowly bring the whirring sander tip closer and
closer to the ball of your right foot. I watch your face as you watch
the sander. The hopelessness I see as you almost imperceptibly shake
your head from side to side, eyes wide with fear, makes my cock even
harder. I slip my free hand into the top of my jeans and snake it under
the waistband of my briefs to grab hold of my rock hard cock just as the
sander in my other hand makes contact with the ball of your foot.
Slowly beginning to stroke my own cock, I watch as your body becomes
absolutely rigid with that first kiss of the sander. I move the
tormenting little tip from side to side along that ridge along the ball
where your toes connect. Back and forth, back and forth... the muscles
in your feet are literally vibrating in agony and yet your feet are kept
rigidly flexed, toes splayed wide. You must feel like you're trapped in
a nightmare and I begin stroking my own cock a little faster inside my
jeans as i move the switch on the sander from "low" to "medium".
This new intensity forces you to whimper in desperation and, glancing up
to your face I see that it has become red with the effort to stifle your
laughter. Your lips are pressed tightly together and you're holding
your breath again. Your eyes are squeezed tight in concentration and
agony. I notice tears of frustration and pain welling up at the corners
and begin stroking my cock even faster.
Finally, I suddenly move the sander tip between your big and second toes
of your right foot and immediately move the switch up to "high".
You shriek in surprise at the new torment and your entire body begins
trembling. Your body is now slick with sweat from the strain and the
pain. I watch your muscles twitch and glisten in the candlelight as I
pick up the pace on my own cock some more. I rapidly begin exploring
the spaces between all of your splayed toes. First all of the ones on
your right foot, then on to the left, and then back...on and on and on.
Eventually the torture becomes too much and loud, deep, helpless,
tortured, masculine laughter comes rolling and thundering from deep in
your throat. This victory and your suffering are just what it takes to
bring me off. With a delicious wave of absolute pleasure I drop the
sander and press the, now naked, length of my cock against the hot,
sweaty soles of your tortured feet as spasms of lust draw up every ounce
of hot semen from my balls, depositing it as a warm sticky mess all over
the bottoms of your feet.
Totally spent, I get up and move back up to where your torso is held in
it's tight bondage and i ask, a little out of breath from the amazing
orgasm I just had at your expense, "now i suppose you want yours?"
This torture session has taken so much out of you that you can't speak
at all. You simply nod your head eagerly, breathing hard, sweat
dripping from your hair and the end of your nose. I look down at your
stretched, bound cock. I lean in very close and begin to tongue just
the tip. You grunt, your hips strain upwards against their bondage to
try and make better contact with my mouth (no luck), and your cock tries
to become even harder but that's impossible. Skipping over the spot
where the rope encircles the underside of the head, I begin licking the
length of your rigid shaft down to your balls. I start nipping the skin
of your scrotum with my teeth hard enough to elicit a yelp from you each
time and when I tire of that I go back to licking your root again. This
time with more relish as if I'm actually going to let you cum this time,
but just as i sense that your balls are preparing to shoot their load,
just as your cock is gearing up for that final, merciful, delicious
explosion that will make all the torture you've undergone previous to it
worthwhile...I stop. "This doesn't seem to be working...", I say with a
smirk, knowing that it is far from the truth.
"YES! YES! YESSSS!!!! it's working! it's working!! I promise
you...PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEEEEEEEEEZE don't stop!!!!", you plead, reduced
to begging for your orgasm.
"Maybe we just need some lubrication", I suggest and you nod erratically
and I know you want nothing more for me to start again before you lose
your edge, lube or no lube, "how about this?", and I pull a tube of
IcyHot muscle rub from my pocket.
"NO PLEASE NO NO NO NOOOOoooo.....!!", you scream, eyes wide with horror
again and I place a finger to my lips to remind you that complaining
will be punished. You immediately become quiet but plead to me with
your eyes as you watch me squeeze a good bit of the stuff into my palms.
I immediately rub it into your shaft, the head of your cock, even your
balls. I rub it in good, making sure not to stimulate you intensely
enough to let you cum.
Just as your privates begin to tingle I stand up and drop one last
weight onto the stack, explaining that it was for that last laugh of
yours that I never punished. I bend down to kiss your sweaty forehead
and say, "goodnight".
"WHAT?!" you yell, "Don't I get to cum?". The IcyHot is really kicking
in now and i can see you squirming in your bondage.
"Maybe in the morning", I smile sadistically, "I'm too tired to worry
about that now".
"PLEASE?! You can't leave me like this!! Please...my balls are burning,
my cock is stretched, and there's no way this hard-on is going away by
itself...please don't leave me this way, please?!", the sweet sound of
your misery is almost enough to get me hard again, but I truly am too
tired.
"you're right tuff-guy", I whisper in your ear, "I can't leave you like
this". The trace of a smile flickers across your face as you believe
that your long-awaited orgasm is close at hand. Then you hear me say,
"I've completely neglected your nipples!!" With that I quickly dab a
little IcyHot on each of your nipples and then affix a sturdy wooden
clothespins to each. Just as your nipples add their torment to the
agony you are already writhing from in your balls and your cock I
dismiss you with a chuckle and a "sleep tight", turn off the light and
leave you alone to suffer through the night in darkness.
Listening to your groans and your begging as I walk down the hall to my
bedroom gets me hot again and I know I'm going to masturbate once more
when I crawl into bed before I fall into a restless slumber. I decide
that I'll let you cum after I have my breakfast in the morning. Of
course, it'll be sunday, so I'll be sleeping in late. Hope you can
wait, tuff-guy!