"Hey, it's Frank." "Yo handsome. What's up. You looking forward to tonight." Well, that's it Clay. I think I need to cancel." "Did I scare you away already?" Frank laughed. "Hardly. I hate doing this. I really do. I even had an idea for a Friday scene." "Well, ok. What's the reason if I can ask." "It's Violet. She didn't seem all that well last night, and she was vomiting a lot. She may be alright today, but, well, I don't want to leave her alone." "Frank, why don't you bring her with you?" There was a pause. "I never thought to ask. You'd be good with that?" "OF COURSE. There's plenty of space in the house, not much that's really valuable, and we have some space in the back if she wants to run around." Now, Frank's nervousness was turning into horniness. This could work. He liked this guy, but he LOVED Violet. If he could keep his eye on her. "If it's ok with you, yes. I'd love to bring her." "Well, that takes care of that. Now, what's your scene for Friday?" "College soccer player. Kidnapped to make sure an important match goes one way. His guard very bored..." He heard Clay suck in his breath. "I just saw a video like that. You got a soccer outfit?" "I got the shorts. The socks. The cleated shoes." "Bring em handsome. I was planning to get to work on my hot lawyer, but I'll switch out for a soccer player. DAMN. The thought of you in soccer shorts, tied down.... I may have to end this call and relieve myself." Frank laughed. "If I'm doing that to you on the phone..." "I'll get my revenge. Wait and see."
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That call was at 1pm. About 4.5 hours later, Frank was tied down to a bed, shirtless. Baggy soccer shorts, long black socks. Clay had used a form of rope on his ankles that allowed for stretching, but a very rigid rope to tie Frank's wrists over his head. "YOU BETTER LET ME GO YOU JERK!" Frank grunted, struggling against the ropes, as Clay walked over. "Oh, I'll let you go. Right after the match is over. Or maybe a little later. For now, though... I'm gonna have some fun. " He saw Clay put on a pair of heavy gloves, lined with velcro. "You need just the right touch stud. These are gonna sensitize every area of your body... " He put one hand down on Frank's torso and very, VERY lightly rubbed it over Frank's body. Frank felt his nerve endings wake up right away. "AGGGGH STOP... " He tried to twist out of the way, but was not successful. Clay put his other hand down on Frank's other side. "Too rough to tickle you with these... But trust me. The tickling will feel MUCH more intense when I'm done, handsome.." Squirming, and writhing, Frank thought it ALREADY felt pretty intense, and Clay hadn't even begun to tickle him. He moved his gloved hands down to his feet, and frank bucked, hard. The ropes, because they were elastic, held, and he just squirmed, laughing, while Clay continued his assault on his soles. He smiled. "Should I take the socks off, frank?" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You should let me go, you bastard. OH NO OH NO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Clay had taken one hand from a foot, and was back at frank's upper body, aiming for his armpit. "NO. NO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. What do you want. STOP." "I'm getting what I want, frank. Seeing you SUFFER!" frank saw Clay's white teeth, as he yanked off the gloves. He very softly, very gently , moved his hand over frank's upper body. Without the velcro, the touch was gentle but still... Frank resisted, but began to laugh. He laughed harder when Clay got his fingers into his pits. 'NO. NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. CLAY YOURE A FUCKING BASTARD. STOP STOPPPP STAPPPPP. I GOTTA PEE. I'M GONNA PISS MYSELF." "Oh well..." smiled Clay. Frank could see his bulge growing, as Clay moved his hands to his feet. He saw Clay beginning to pull off a sock. "No. No. Please. NO. NO. I'll.... I'll suck you dry. I will. I will. PLEASE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Clay wasn't stopping, and Frank squirmed and fought. It did no good. Then Clay stopped. He began to slowly stroke Frank's nipples. He looked at him eye to eye. "Are you sure you wanna suck me frank? " Frank looked at him. "Yes. I do. I want that cock. Please. PLEASE. Fill my mouth. " "First... I want something else in your mouth, frank. " He bent down and kissed frank. "MMMMM. Sweet." Frank opened up his mouth to take Clay's tongue. Clay moved one hand down to frank's crotch, and squeezed his penis, gently. He moved his mouth to frank's ear. "You sure about this babe?" "YES. VERY. VERY. " Clay dropped his pants, and straddled Frank . He held up his head. "Ok stud. Take it." Frank wrapped his mouth around Clay's cock and got to work. He was GOOD at this, and Clay began to moan. "OH GEEZ stud. You're gonna make me want this every time." "I may do it every time," Frank was thinking. He was stunned he offered. He slid back and forth, up and down Clay's cock. Clay was getting closer and closer. "You don't wanna swallow, do you?" Frank shook his head no. "Ok. Lemme get out of there." He pulled out his cock, and shot all over frank's chest, howling as he did. Then he jumped on the bed next to Frank. "I'm gonna untie you sweetie. Because I wanna hug you. I wanna hold you tight. REAL TIGHT." That suited Frank just fine, and he fell into the embrace. Clay began to stroke frank's hair. He kissed his cheek, his lips, his ear. He heard Frank's breathing change to something slower, and very even. Frank was falling asleep. Clay smiled. "Let him sleep. A sick pet, a busy day, a new boyfriend? " He got up to let frank sleep in the bed. He walked into the living room with the tv.
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When Frank woke up, he smelled popcorn, and he was alone on the bed. Violet was licking his hand. He smiled at her and rubbed her ear. "Where's Clay baby girl?" he asked, and she jumped up on the bed. He didn't have a shirt on, so the nails clipped against his hypersensitive skin. His nerve endings hadn't recovered yet from the velcro glove, or the tickling. He smiled. He was still hard. He hadn't jerked when Clay came. He wanted to wait: maybe , just maybe...
He decided to surprise Clay. He put on his Flash costume, and walked, very very carefully and quietly to the kitchen, giving Violet the "hush " sign . He realized that he had never tickled Clay. He had no idea if he was even ticklish. He got close enough to Clay to stick his fingers into his ribs. Clay turned off the flame on the popcorn, and turned around.. "You're gonna pay for that..." But first he kissed Frank. "Glad you woke up. I thought you might have some munchies. I do." "Smells good. You don't nuke it?" "Don't have one. Everything on the stove around here. " He took the popcorn off the flame, looked at Frank standing there in his costume, and he smiled. "SO Flash. You think you're gonna get away without my finding out who you are?" Frank picked up on the hint. "That's NOT going to happen Elastic Man. I know you've broken other heroes. YOU WON'T BREAK ME." "We'll see Flash.... We'll see. " Clay began to move forward in a wrestling crouch toward Frank. Frank backed up a little , and then formed his own wrestling crouch. "Heh heh heh. I'll have you Flash. Very soon." "We'll see you jerk." Frank advanced forward, and tried to get his fingers into Clay's ribs to tickle them. Clay smiled and held up his arms. "Go ahead, Flash... " Clay/Elastic Man wasn't ticklish! OH NO! What should he do now. Frank turned to try to get away, and found himself in a tight bear hug from Clay. He didn't realize Clay was as strong as he was, as he lifted Frank right off the floor. "HOLY CRAP. " Frank's feet were moving in the air, and couldn't get land. Clay brought him down to the floor, and pinned his wrists. "You gonna take that mask off, Flash?" "NEVER" "Sure about that?" "AS ANYTHING. NEVER. " That's when the second round of tickling began. Frank thought the costume would give him some protection, but it didn't give him enough. Clay's fingers dug through the flimsy polymer, and Frank began to sweat. He felt the sweat dripping down his hair, getting into his eyes. He began to howl. 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP. STOP." "Sure Flash. Your feet do so much for you, why don't we go there?" They wrestled a bit more, and Clay flipped Frank on his belly. He sat on Frank's butt, and pulled up his ankles, crossing them. "Last chance Flash. Last chance. Unmask or..." Clay ran his finger down Frank's right sole. Frank jumped, but Clay was holding him down firm. "NO. NO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. OH GOD THIS IS WORSE THAN BEFORE. NO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Clay was now sliding 3 nails up and down each sole. "If you'd prefer, Flash, I'll hogtie you and get the electric stimulator. How's that sound?" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO. NO. OK, OK. YOU WIN YOU WIN. STOP ." Clay bent down and whispered into Frank's ear. "Take off the hood." Frank sighed, and undid the zipper. His hair was sweaty, and stuck to the side of his face. Clay smiled. "I was waiting for that beautiful face. Those eyes. That sexy mouth. " He dug his tongue into Frank's mouth, but held him down so Frank couldn't hug him. Instead he squirmed, pushing against Clay, trying desperately to get enough friction to jerk off. " "You wanna cum Flash? You wanna shoot your fast load? Frank's voice was almost a cry. "YES. PLEASE. PLEASE LET ME CUM. PLEASE." Clay rolled to Frank's side. "How about this, superstud? I'll jerk you myself, if.... you don't give me any trouble when I tie you up." When Frank hesitated, Clay began to slowly open the zipper on the top of his jersey, and began to circle a nip with his finger. "I give up. I give up. You win. No trouble. Please. Please.."
Clay chuckled like the villain he was playing, and slid Frank's jersey zipper all the way down. Freed, Frank's cock shot up. "How about a kiss from those sweet, sweet lips, handsome?" As Clay circled Frank's cock with his hand, he kept him pinned down with his body and his other hand, and began kissing. First, slow, long kisses with no tongue. Then he ran his tongue around Frank's lips, which made Frank buck up hard, and then.. down his throat. He had his prisoner moaning, and begging. Clay knew a little trick and he used it. He whispered into Frank's ear. "I've GOT you Flash. And you're not getting away. I'm gonna use you again, and again, and again. "YES! FUCK! USE ME. USE YOUR SUPERHERO BITCH!!!!! " Frank screamed so loud that Violet came to investigate. "It's ok, girl, it's ok. Daddy's having a good time." "So is Villain Daddy." Clay smiled at Frank. He ran his finger through Frank's cum, and ran it around his own lips. "Not as tasty as your lips, but mighty good eating." "Oh, Damn. That was an awesome orgasm, Clay. Can you hug me now?" "As long as you want, muffin. As long as you want. " Frank almost began to cry when he buried his face into Clay's shoulder. This was the best sex he had had in his life. Clay smiled at him. "You mind tasting your own jizz?" They kissed some more, before Clay got up and helped Frank up too. After they cleaned up, they sat to watch a movie, with the cold popcorn between them. Every now and then, Clay would toss a kernel to Violet, even as Frank protested it. Clay had his arm around Frank's shoulders, and Frank was totally relaxed. "I hope you didn't forget your promise, frankfurter" "Hell no. Ropes and gags. Tomorrow. As early as possible. The Flash is your captive now. You broke me. You can do whatever you want. "Heh heh heh. I will." Frank realized what he had just said. But he meant it. If Clay wanted his ass, he'd give it up.