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All Tied Up - Part 2 by Mikey Mark
Given that we lived next door and walked to school together, it was hard to avoid seeing Dave the next day. He played it cool and didn't even mention it. I was on another planet doing the space cadet routine. All I could think about was being tied up and Dave teasing my cock. That image just wouldn't leave my head.
On top of that, I kept thinking about doing it again. I had promised Dave I would. If I didn't, he'd tell his sister and his cousin what I told him and they'd kill me, so I pretty much had to go along. I'd always liked being tied up and got turned on by it, but I'd never imagined anything like that scene with Dave.
So I lived the next few days in a weird combination of dread fear and anxious anticipation. It didn't last long. On Friday Dave told me that his parents were going out for the day on Saturday and wouldn't be home until dinner time and they were taking Dave's younger brother with them, so he had his house alone for the day. He told me to come over after lunch to continue our 'discussion' is how he put it.
I spent Friday night before going to bed making some plans. Dave was going to ask me about my other experiences and I knew I had to keep a lid on that. I figured I'd admit to some things just because they were true, but I didn't have to tell him the whole truth. I couldn't do that. But just thinking about Dave tying me up, stroking my cock and asking me questions again had me rock hard and I had to jerk off.
On Saturday morning, I decided not to jerk off and save it. I did my morning chores and then had a nice long hot shower. Then I put on a pair of sexy black Calvin Klein briefs. I was very happy that I had finally got up the guts to ask my mom to buy me some hot and sexy brand name underwear rather than cheesy looking boxers or plain no-name brand tightie-whities like she always bought before. I put on one of my favorite t-shirts as well, then I had lunch and headed over to Dave's house.
It was weird how excited I was and looking forward to it. I really shouldn't be since I was practically agreeing to let my own best buddy not only tie me up, tease, tickle and torture me, and but to even interrogate me too. But damn, I was horny even before I locked up my bike on his back patio. I knocked on the back kitchen window.
Once inside, Dave was all friendly and offering me drink or some cookies. He put on some music on his parents stereo system and was pumping up the volume. He kept acting totally normal and that seemed to freak me out a bit since what we were doing seemed so weird. Anyway, I guess I was just all wired up about it.
"Lets go upstairs to my room."
He looked at me with that wicked grin that said 'its time'. I went up to his bedroom and he followed me. Once inside his bedroom, I just stood there looking around. I could still hear the music pretty good, but it was much less loud up there.
"You might as well take off your t-shirt and your jeans. Then lay down on the bed."
I looked at Dave when he said that and he looked back at me and we had a bit of a starring contest. For the first time I started realizing that my best friend was actually kind of hot and sexy looking. He had blond hair and was a year older than me, an inch or two taller and probably twenty pounds heavier than me and it was all muscle. I'd seen him shirtless and even naked many times and he had a hot body for a fifteen year old with pretty damn good muscle definition that I envied.
I was just delaying actually. I knew what was going to happen and I wanted it to happen and at the same time I was scared and didn't want to do it. But I shook it off and did what he said. I laid down on his bed wearing only my black Calvins and white socks.
Dave was already well prepared and silently went to work. He had several ropes ready and he tied each of my wrists and ankles to each of his four bedposts, leaving me laying there spread-eagle. He was good with knots. He made sure all of my bonds were good and tight. I squirmed around, but there was no way I could get out of that set up.
"So Mike, I'm really beginning to think you like being tied up the way you have a raging boner already and I haven't even touched anywhere near your cock. And this isn't the first time I've seen you get hard just from being tied up."
I guess I must have blushed. I really didn't want Dave to know how much I got off on being tied up. Who was I trying to fool? Dave and I had been playing the Houdini game for a long time. It was usually me who was the one getting tied up and it was usually Dave doing the tying. And it certainly was true that this wasn't the first time I'd gotten a boner just from being all tied up. It happened a couple of times when I was practicing by myself with untying knots, but it was happening more often lately, like every time I was tied up or even just looking at ropes and belts. I didn't think Dave had noticed, but I guess he did.
"So, shall we get started?"
I looked at Dave and he had a sexy and mischievous grin. He pulled out some big fluffy feather duster thing. It was huge, like three feet long with a whole bunch of light fluffy pink feathers. It looked absurd and silly, and he started 'dusting' me from head to toe. He kept that up for quite a while, concentrating on the insides of my legs, my sides and my armpits. It seemed that my feet were especially dusty and needed lots of work.
After being thoroughly 'dusted', Dave started slowly stroking the bulge in my underwear with his hand. I knew that was coming and it felt real good. I loved the feeling of being all tied up, squirming around against my bonds and having my cock stroked like that. There was nothing like it in the world. Dave had me all figured out and that was scary.
He took his sweet time about it, that's for sure. But after a while I was really staring to squirm around and breathing hard and thrusting my hips up to grind against his hand that kept rising up, just a fraction of an inch above my crotch. I'd collapse back down and have to wait it out again as my approaching orgasm drifted away into the distance and Dave would get up and go get some cookies or change the music on the stereo. Yes, this was a familiar feeling from last time.
"One more thing."
With that, Dave went over to his closet and picked up pair of plain regular tightie-whites from the floor and brought them over.
"I wore these for three days this week, including two phys ed classes and a couple hours watching porn on the computer. I think I leaked a bit of precum in them. I know I farted in them."
He laid them carefully across my face. Wow. Dave's sweaty crotch smell was strong. And I could see the precum stains. There were quite a few of them. Then he left me there again.
But he always came back and went right at my bulging cock in my underwear. That slow and gentle stroking he did drove me crazy. Just enough to get me hard and wanting to cum, but not enough to get me to cum. I needed him to press a bit harder, but he wouldn't do that. Whenever he pressed down on my cock with any pressure at all, I'd instinctively push upwards with my hips and then he'd slowly lift his hand up until I was arched up as high as I could go with my dick straining in my underwear a couple of feet up in the air. He was such a fucking tease.
He kept that up for a while. It was silly the way he could just keep doing the exact same thing over and over and I fucking reacted exactly the same way every time. I couldn't stop it. I was squirming around and begging (muffled through underwear on my face) for him to let me cum and Dave thought that was all the fun in the world.
It was then that I realized how stupid I was in coming over there right after lunch. Dave's bedside clock-radio said it was just 1:45. I should have done something and came later to cut down on the time available. Too fucking late for that now. It would be at least four hours before his parents were due home. And all I could smell was Dave's dirty underwear. This was going to be a long afternoon.
"I almost forgot about your clothes pins. I know how much you like them."
Make that a very long afternoon.
He put one on each nipple. I winced with the pain. My nipples always got hard when my cock did. The pain was always intense. It would take a while for it to switch from the intense initial stinging over to the slightly more tolerable dull throbbing pain sensation that I could feel down in my cock. In the meantime, Dave went back to work on my bulging boner. I looked down and I could see a small wet spot forming. The intense pain on my nipples had me really squirming around and moaning, along with the slow stroking, I was getting really close and concentrating on staying loose and relaxed. I focused on keeping my breathing steady like I was in some yoga class. I was getting so close.
"Don't even bother to try to hide it because you can't. I can tell when you are getting close because your balls rise up and give you away every time and let me know exactly when to stop."
And he did. I swear my whole body was just starting to do the orgasmic spasm thing when it just faded away again.
"See, now your balls just dropped back down again. I works like clockwork."
Oh shit.
So he would prime me up to a point of near orgasm, slowly stroking the bulge of my boner until he saw my balls drawing up and then he'd stop and leave me hanging there. Well, if nothing else, I gave up entirely on trying to hide it when I was getting close and just laid back and enjoyed whatever Dave would let me have. The balls don't lie and I couldn't hide them. After an hour of that, I was getting really worked up and the wet spot in my underwear was getting pretty big.
"It must be time to play with yer feet. I know how much ya always like that."
"No, please no. Anything but that. I swear, I'll do anything at all if ya don't tickle my feet." I had to try. The tickling drove me insane. Tied up and tickled was excruciating torture.
"Anything?"
Oh shit.
"Never mind. We can talk about that later. I have something else I want to talk about right now."
I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that.
"Last time we were talking about your experiences with other guys. You dodged the question twice. I am very suspicious about that and I want the truth and the whole truth and nothing but the truth. If not, I'll stuff that underwear in your mouth and tickle your feet for an hour or until you have a heart attack, which ever comes first."
With that, he went about re-adjusting the clothes pins and then stroking my bulge like he was on a mission. I guess I knew that question was coming, but it didn't make it any easier.
"I jerked off with my friend Cory once. We were watching porn on the computer together. Just like when you and me did it that day. Please don't tell him I told you."
"That's very good Mike. Now tell me the real truth. I'm serious. It is so obvious when you try to lie to me. You've done more than that with Cory. I've seen you with him lots of times. I'll bet he's slept overnight at your house too."
Jeez. This was not going well. I didn't want to throw Cory under the bus. We'd jerked off together lots of times, not just once. And he'd slept overnight a few times too. He had me there. But I really didn't want to tell him that I'd sucked Cory's cock.
"Yeah, he's slept over night at my place. And we jerked off watching porn like I said."
"More than once?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"And what about Cory's cock? Is it bigger or smaller than yours?"
"Its a bit smaller, about five inches I guess, but thicker than mine."
"And how many times have you sucked Cory's thick five inch cock?"
Shit. I had to try. "I haven't sucked his cock. We've just jerked off together. That's not gay - you and I did that."
"Yer lying. Definitely time for some foot action. Open wide."
He stuffed his underwear in my mouth and then started tickling my feet. It was brutal. My stomach was sore from laughing and my jaw was all stretched and my throat was raw from screaming. He just kept going on and on. I had forgotten about this torture. I could never withstand tickling my feet. It was impossible. When he stopped and pulled out my gag I was a babbling idiot, begging and pleading.
Dave just carefully unrolled his dirty underwear and laid it across my face again. Damn, that smell. It smelled like sex.
"Now Mike, are you going to give me the truth or not?"
"Yes. I promise. No more tickling. Please!" My voice was muffled under his underwear in my face.
"Okay, no problem. Just tell me how many times you've been sucking on Cory's cock."
"Only once. That's the truth. It was last week. I swear. That's the whole truth."
"That's very good Mike. You deserve a reward for that. Except, you also deserve punishment for lying to me earlier when you said you had never sucked his cock. Which shall it be?"
"Reward please!" He was back to stroking my cock again and it was feeling good.
"So Mike, I was wondering if you were going to tell me how many other cocks you've been sucking on or whether maybe I should tickle your feet some more. Or maybe we could do something else..."
With that, Dave brought his hand from behind his back and showed me a single feather. It was like a foot long. He tested it on my armpits, nice and close to my face so I could watch. He was very gentle with it. He'd just drag it across my armpit very lightly. I would of course thrash and strain against my bonds in a futile attempt to escape and Dave would do his Cheshire Cat smile.
"This appears to function in a satisfactory way."
He moved down my side, then across my stomach, just above the waistband of my underwear, and up my other side to my other armpit, where he played around for a while. Did I mention that I was ticklish just about everywhere?
It was nothing like the feather duster he started with. That was just a light tickle. This 'real' feather was capable of serious nastiness. Dave took that feather for a full ride around my body. Up my arm and back down again, then the long slow trip down to my underwear. He traced out my underwear entirely - across the waistband and then around each leg opening. >From there, it was down my leg, along my calf and then down to my left foot.
I braced myself, but the feather continued along back up my leg and the inside of my thigh. He was taking his sweet time about it too. Coming up the inside of my thigh was a particularly memorable experience. Almost involuntarily, I arched my back and ended up with my crotch two feet up in the air again as that damn feather traced around the inside of my thighs.
Once the feather had covered off most of my body, Dave put it aside and grabbed hold of my underwear and started pulling them down. He did it really slowly. My cock was caught in the elastic waistband and then sprung free and slapped back against my smooth belly with a loud sound. My underwear continued to slide down until it was down around my knees.
Dave then picked up the feather again and started playing with it on my cock and balls. It wasn't much at first. It was very low key. But after a while, that damn feather really got my cock raging hard and twitching away. It was seriously getting me going.
"You really like this feather on yer cock don't ya?"
"Yeah. It feels so good."
I shouldn't have said that. Dave put the feather aside and then grabbed my underwear and pulled it back up around my hips, making sure to tuck my cock back inside. Damn. That was not good at all. Dave seemed to be pleased with the effect.
"Definitely time to re-adjust those clothes pins."
Oh good.
Just when I was getting used to that sweet throbbing pain, it is gone - only to be replaced with the fresh sting of slightly new placement, a mere fraction of an inch different. That would send all new shock-waves through my body and make my cock twitch.
"So Mike, tell me about the other guys ya sucked off."
"I haven't. Just Cory. He's the only one."
Dave leaned over and was starring at my face - close up like a few inches away.
"Yer lying."
Oh shit.
"What do you say Mike? Shall we have another go at your feet? Or maybe we should turn you over and paddle your ass a few dozen times. What do you think?"
"Cory is the only one, I swear."
"There's more there. I can tell. How about that day I saw you coming out of Brandon's garage?"
Oh shit.
Brandon was the hot looking sixteen year old guy who lived three doors down. I'd had the hots for him since I was in middle school. He was the star of our neighborhood street hockey team. I didn't dare tell Dave about him.
"You look soooo guilty right now. Spill it. I want details."
"It was nothing really. Brandon was showing me his brother's motorcycle in his garage."
"And..."
"And he showed me his cock. That's all. I didn't suck it."
"And what about his cock, was it big or small?"
"It was big. Bigger than mine."
"How big?"
"I don't know, I didn't measure it. He just pulled it out and waved it around like he was showing off."
"Did you want to suck his cock?"
"No"
"I call bullshit"
I kept my silence. He couldn't prove me right or wrong on that one. This was getting way out of control. Then he started stuffing his underwear in my mouth again.
"I guess its time for some more footwork."
"Nooooooooooooo, I'll tell you." My voice was heavily muffled. He stopped and pulled the underwear out of my mouth.
"What will you tell me?"
"I sucked Brandon's cock, okay? Just once - that day in his garage. He said he would beat me up if I ever told anyone about it."
"Well then Mike, you better be a good boy and tell me all your secrets otherwise I'm going to have to go have a chat with Cory, Brandon and my sister."
This was insane. I couldn't win. Anything I said he was just going to use to blackmail me into telling him more things he could use to blackmail me with. I had to shut up.
"I have no more secrets to share with you. Haven't I told you enough?"
He was stroking my bulge again with that slow and steady rhythm. I was starting to leak more precum. I couldn't hide it so I just laid back and enjoyed it. I got pretty close too. It felt so good. But then he stopped and we did the silly thing where he lifted his hand up off my bulge and I'd lift my hips trying to reach his hand with my crotch until I'm all arched up with my crotch two feet in the air and my damn orgasm was receding away once again.
"Have ya ever put yer finger up yer butt?"
Oh man. Enough with the nasty questions already. I looked over at the clock. It was only 3:06. I wasn't sure how much of this stuff I could take. Once again, I wondered why I was doing this.
"Simple question Mike, yes or no."
"Yes, okay? Are ya surprised?"
"Not at all. Do ya always finger yer ass when ya jerk off?"
"A few times okay? But definitely not always."
"And what else have you put up your ass?
"Nothing! Don't be gross!"
"Okay, what was your most embarrassing moment?"
"You mean apart from now?"
"Are you embarrassed right now?"
Shit. "Of course I'm embarrassed. Wouldn't you be if your 'alleged' best friend had you all tied down, had his old dirty underwear in your face and was making you answer all kinds of embarrassing personal questions?"
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about Mike. I'm just curious. I won't tell anyone about how you get off on being tied up, jerk off at least twice a day or that you are going around sucking off half the guys in our neighborhood. Your secrets are safe with me."
I was going to argue with him about these 'facts', but I decided I had better not. The more I said, the more I got into trouble.
"So ya were gonna tell me about yer most embarrassing moment, apart from now..."
"No I wasn't."
"But yer gonna do it to now."
As if to convince me, the clothes pins got re-adjusted yet again and he was stroking the bulge in my underwear with aggressive vigor. Why did my body always have to react to that? That mix of pain and pleasure always got me going again and I was squirming around and straining at my bonds. He was getting better at getting me close and keeping me hanging there for a bit, not just getting close and stopping like he was doing before. I was making all kinds of silly whimpering sounds.
"Well, if ya want, we could play with the feather some more..."
"Okay, I'll tell you. I was just trying to think of something. I promise. Please don't tickle me anymore."
"So ya were gonna tell me about yer most embarrassing moment, apart from now..."
"Okay, here it is... I got strapped by my dad a few months ago and I got a boner. I'm sure my dad saw it. He didn't say anything, but it was really embarrassing."
"So you got horny from getting your ass strapped? That sounds very interesting Mike. Do you always get a boner when someone straps your ass?"
He had me hanging on the edge again. My orgasm was hovering in the distance, just the tiniest hint of a tingle in my toes. I knew he was going to stop soon but I wanted it to keep going. It felt so good.
"If you had to choose Mike, which would be worse? Getting spanked on your naked ass or 15 minutes of having your feet tickled? Which is worse? Pick one."
"The tickling would be worse."
"Really? So you like getting spanked?"
"No, not really."
"Lets check it out shall we?"
"What? Are you crazy?"
Apparently he was. He went to work on the knots and soon had me flipped over onto my stomach so my ass was exposed to him. I really shouldn't have said that about the spanking thing. My butt was quivering lying there like that. I felt so vulnerable. The good news was that he had removed his underwear from my face when he flipped me over, so I could actually breath freely and see him.
"Your sexy underwear really shows off your ass nicely Mike. Is that why you wear them?"
I figured I had better try to keep my mouth shut. Besides, I was preparing myself for what I knew was coming next. But then Dave walked out of the room and left me laying there tied face down on the bed. He was gone for a while. I'd never been tied face down like that. Fuck it was hot. My cock was so hard and so I started humping the bed. That felt really good so I kept at it. I had just enough slack in my bonds to really get a good fucking motion going against the mattress underneath me. Then I heard Dave come back into the room and a sharp smack on my ass that really stung.
"Yer gonna be punished now for trying to make yerself cum like that Mike - and I know that's what you want so don't even try to deny it."
Then I felt him pull my underwear down, exposing my naked ass. Then he whacked my ass again on the bare skin. He was using a smooth wooden ping pong paddle. It really stung but damn it was just like the fucking clothes pins on my nipples. Same effect. After a dozen smacks, my buttcheeks were tingling hot and my cock was raging hard. It almost felt like I was going to cum if he kept that up with the paddle. My ass was on fire when he finally stopped. I had lost count.
"Well, it looks like ya were telling the truth Mike, yer cock looks pretty fucking hard and leakin' precum. You really do like getting spanked don't ya?"
"I don't know. I don't like it but it does feel kind of hot. It really hurts though."
"So are ya ready to tell me about the other guys you've been fooling around with besides Cory and Brandon?"
"What? There hasn't been any other guys. Just those two. I swear."
He started spanking me again with the paddle. It was so intense. The more it stung the more I felt like I was going to cum. I guess I was humping the bed pretty good every time the paddle hit my ass and that was what was doing it to my cock. Dave should have known, but he didn't catch on in time. When he stopped paddling me and stood up to rest his arm, I went into power humping mode on the bed and started moaning wildly and uncontrollably as my cock exploded and I flooded the bedspread with my cum. Fuck that was good.
"I win!" I was proud of myself for getting away with it. I got myself to cum while I was all tied up!
Dave just laughed at me. "Okay, I'm impressed. You won fair and square."
He said it was hot watching me hump the bed so frantically with my red glowing ass bouncing up and down like that. So then Dave untied me and said that was enough for now. The mess on his bed was something else. It seemed like I would shoot twice as much cum as normal when I was all tied up and edged like that. I put my clothes on and we went downstairs and raided the fridge and then went outside to shoot some baskets. Dave was acting like nothing unusual had happened, though he did have a few jokes and teased me a few times.
I was just bewildered by it all. I couldn't figure Dave out. If he wanted to fool around, he had plenty of opportunity when I was all tied up, but he didn't really seem like he was into that. He just seemed more interested in all the questions. I dreaded the idea that he might say something to Cory or Brandon, but he did promise to keep my secrets. So why did he want to know? What was he going to do with that information? Was he going to blackmail me? All this was running through my head while we shot baskets.
My ass was still hot and stinging and that made my cock start to get hard again. I literally had to stop playing basketball and run home quickly before Dave noticed. I thought he might tie me up again so I ran to my bedroom and jerked off again really quickly. It felt so good after all that slow teasing to just let it go real quick and easy like that.
To be continued in part 3