He came to the door dressed in only a black jockstrap and some high top tennis shoes. "You didn't tell me what to wear or anything." There is nothing quite like being greeted by a 6-foot tall, 235 pound weightlifter. His head was shaved, and his skin was very pale. You could tell that sun tanning was not on his schedule.
"That is all right. I want you naked anyway." He was lightly furry across his chest and belly. His nipples were large round and pink against his white skin. Even though he looked like a big bruiser, his smile was warm and disarming.
"I am glad you decided to go through with this for your birthday," he said. We had been negotiating this scene by e-mail and telephone for over a month. I wasn't certain until the last minute that I wanted to do it. Usually, I prefer to play with men who are into my kinks.
"You have been a fantasy of mine for a while from your ads in the paper, but I never thought you would do this. Then I saw a review of you posted on a web site by one of your clients saying that you did tickling scenes and were very sensitive."
"So, you decided to take a chance," he smiled. I was becoming more at ease.
"I have never paid for a professional before, so you will need to tell me how this is going to work. Do I need to worry a lot about time?"
"No," he said, "I mean, if you went over by a half hour we would need to re-negotiate."
"Oh, that is plenty of flexibility." We chatted as he showed me where the lube and towels were. I took a good look at the room. It was heavily padded with carpet and he had built an elaborate framework around it with galvanized piping. There were mirrors on some walls and a full-sized mattress in one corner. I laid the money on top of a shelf where he could see it.
"Did you want to cuddle first?" he asked.
"No, I think I want to get right into it," I replied.
He brought out a sling from the closet. It was a triangular sling, with the narrower part being the head support. He suspended it on chains that hung from the piping in the center of the room. I began undressing, down to my white socks while he tested the sling to make sure it was comfortable.
"This has to go," I said, snapping his jock strap. He smiled and slipped out of his shoes and jock. In the meantime I began arranging my toys. I began attaching soft, wide leather cuffs to each wrist and ankle. "Have you been tied and tickled before?" I asked.
"I have a client who likes to tickle, but this will be the most serious bondage I have ever done like this."
When I was through attaching the wrist and ankle restraints, I hugged him close for a minute. He wrapped his powerful arms around my much smaller frame. Taller than me by an inch, he outweighed me by at least 70 pounds. Even so, he was a bit nervous. He was about to give up a great deal of control. I lightly stroked his sides and licked his nipples, which caused him to moan a bit more loudly than I expected. I thought for a moment that he was acting a little to please me. No matter, since I knew I would be getting a lot more sounds out of him in a moment.
As he lay back in the sling, I brought out my ropes with quick release hardware on the ends. I snapped one on each limb and quickly tied him down. Because of the narrower head area of the sling, his hands were tied high up over his head, nearly together, and secured to large the links supporting the sling. His ankles were secured wide apart, but he was relatively comfortable on his back.
"What makes you like this sort of thing?" He asked.
I really wanted to go into detail describing what I liked about tickling a man, the sense of power and control, and joy, but we only had an hour and I wasn't going to waste too much time talking. "I don't know, it makes my cock hard. It always has, since I was a kid. So, I guess if your cock is telling you that you like it, then eventually, you are going to learn to like it." That was my short answer. He was going to find out exactly how much I enjoyed tickling in just a moment.
I then reached into my toy bag and retrieved a one inch wide, black leather thong about two feet long. I proceeded to tie up his cock and balls into a makeshift ball stretcher. I wanted him hard as much as possible. I also wanted easy access to this ass and balls. His balls were lightly hairy and easy to tie. His cock began swelling almost immediately when I started tying it off.
I stepped back a minute to admire him, then spread my fingers wide apart and stroked his sides gently. I wasn't trying to tickle him yet, just tease his nerves a little. Then, I swallowed his cock and sucked him for a minute or two until he was hard. I began tickling his balls and ass a little looking for sensitive areas.
When I was satisfied that he was hard enough, I leaned forward over him, smiling an evil smile. Then, I began a light tickling of his pits and sides. Again, I was looking for sensitive spots, but the fun was about to start. As my fingertips grazed over his muscles, I noticed a slight giggle escape as I touched his lower ribs. I began making lazy tickling circles over the same spot and watched as he started to crack. It was that perfect sound. I love to break a man down slowly because it is more excruciating. He gets the feeling he is winning at first and gradually realizes that he is losing all control. Soon, his giggles grew to a steady chuckle and then a full laugh. I kept it up at the same spot for a while, then my fingers wandered back to his pits and then down to his abdomen. I made sure I got a good response at every spot before I moved on.
Then, I went for his weak spot. While tickling his side with my left hand, I reached back and began tickling his foot with my right hand. His voice raised an octave as I scratched my nails under the balls of his feet. "No! Not my feet! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Oh baby, not my feet!" I decided it was time to focus on those feet. For the next five minutes or so, I went from one foot to the other, sometimes both, scribbling between his toes, raking my nails, licking, nibbling. He laughed and thrashed around, suspended in air, unable to fight the sensations. I began moving my hands up his legs, to his inner thighs and back to his sensitive ribs. Then, I let my hands dance back to his feet for some more torture. I worked him into a frenzy for about five minutes, then I shifted gears again and began stroking his cock.
His cock was cut and fat at the base, a great shape for sucking. I concentrated on getting him very, very hard, while tickling his balls. I wanted a better look at his ass and balls, but it wasn't time yet. Once he was on edge, I shifted gears back to his feet and tickled some more until he was out of breath.
