The Bound Tickle Submissive Gets Intensified Torment
Chicago Gay Dungeon's Initiation Continues...
The tickle submissive, Taylor Bound, lay helplessly bound and gagged on the cold metal table. His body trembled with anticipation as he felt the rough fingers of Nathan Justice skim across his exposed skin. The tickle expert had been teasing and tormenting Taylor for what felt like hours, leaving him weak with pleasure and pain.
Nathan chuckled darkly, knowing he had complete control over Taylor's vulnerable form. He switched from gentle caresses to sharp, staccato pokes that sent shivers down the bound man's spine. Taylor tried desperately to squirm away from the tickling, but his restraints held him firmly in place. The anticipation of what was to come made his heart race.
As if reading Taylor's mind, Nathan reached for a feather duster and began running it lightly over the bound man's exposed flesh. Taylor's body jerked involuntarily at the sensation, his cock already hard from the anticipation of the tickle torment. Nathan smiled cruelly, knowing he had him right where he wanted him.
The feather duster was replaced by Nathan's rough hands, digging into Taylor's sides and ribs as he tickled him mercilessly. Taylor's laughter turned into uncontrollable sobs, his body jerking and twitching under Nathan's skilled fingers. The tickle expert showed no mercy, pushing Taylor's limits further and further until he thought he would collapse from the intensity of the sensations.
Finally, Nathan paused, his breath hot against Taylor's ear. "Tell me," he whispered menacingly, "does it feel good to be mine?"
Taylor, gasping for air, could only nod his head in agreement. He felt utterly helpless and completely turned on by the power play between them. Nathan grinned, satisfied with his conquest. But the torment was far from over.
Reaching for a vibrator, Nathan pressed it against Taylor's swollen cock, feeling the tickle submissive shudder under his touch. As he turned on the high-powered device, Taylor's body arched off the table in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Nathan watched with dark eyes, his hand still firmly pressed against Taylor's cock, feeling every pulse of pleasure ripple through him.
Finally, Nathan pulled the vibrator away, leaving Taylor gasping for breath. The tickle expert leaned in close, his hot breath tickling Taylor's ear. "Remember this, my pretty little tickle slut. This is just the beginning." And with that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving Taylor alone to contemplate his newfound submission.