If you missed the first 3 parts, you can find them here:
Me: “Wow boy, those armpits look pretty damn vulnerable like that!”
Me: “Are you ticklish?”
Me: “I asked you a question boy. Are you ticklish?”
I could start to see a look of fear come over him.
Me: “We can do this two ways boy. You can either answer my question, honestly. Or I can get out the ABox and connect it to conductive rubber loops around your cock, then explore your body on my own. Of course that means if you ARE in fact ticklish, any time you make a sound, your cock gets it. Now I’ll ask you one last time boy. Are you ticklish?”
Boy: “Yes Sir.”
Me: “Oh really now? Let’s see just how ticklish you are.”
Since there was no need to use e-stim on his cock, I kept his dick locked in the Jail House chastity cage. I started lightly dragging a finger in one of his exposed armpits. He immediately tried to squirm away, but his extremely stretched predicament on the rack didn’t allow for much movement. For him, each time he heard the CLICK…CLICK…CLICK… of the winch, it also meant “I’m ticklish…Now I’m more ticklish…Now I’m REALLY ticklish…”, since it would also prevent any squirming away from my tickle torture assaults. I’m sure he had hoped I wouldn’t go there, but I know it was in the back of his mind that it was a very real possibility…one that was now coming to life!
Me: “I won’t hook your cock up to the e-stim box, but for hesitating to answer my question, I am going to tickle torture you a bit.”
With that, I increased my assult on his vulnerable armpits. He squirmed uncontrollably within the inch or two of wiggle room that the rack had left him. But it wasn’t enough to escape the tickling, or even reduce its effect. He had no choice but to endure it.
Me: “Hmm, I think you’re still squirming too much. Time to tighten things up a bit more.”
I went to the upper winch and cranked his arms out, even more than they were already stretched.
Then I went to the lower winch and gave it a few cranks, forcing his feet further apart and his balls further down. Now any squirming would translate to his balls being yanked.
I went back to my tickle torture assault on his exposed armpits, as I heard his gagged laughs and his muffled, desperate pleas for mercy.
Lucky for him, I was feeling somewhat merciful and he was being a good boy overall, and I knew that every minute of tickle torture for his was like 10 minutes for most boys. So I didn’t keep it up for long. I also noticed when I occassionally felt his hands and feet to keep him safe, that his hands were starting to feel a bit cool. So I released the upper winch quite a bit to give him some slack and make sure his full circulation returned before continuing. However, his feet and balls were fine and I didn’t want him getting too bored, so they got no break. ;)
After a bit of a break, I played with his body a bit more, then decided to release him from the rack. He had endured a lot, and I thought he had enough of the rack for one night. I released the upper winch to give him a lot of slack. He lunged forward a bit and downward, as if he was free.
Me: “Hold on boy, I still need to release things a bit more before you’ll be able to do that.”
He continued to try to kneel down.
Me: “You really think you can kneel down right now?”
Boy (nodding): “Mhmm.”
Me: “Oh really? Think so?”
Boy (nodding again): “Mhmm.”
Me: “Ok smartass, go for it!”
He tried to kneel down, and was actually able to, very awkwardly. ;)
I removed the gag.
Boy: “I’m ok.”
Me: “Ok then, let’s see how long you last like that.”
I re-gagged him using the open-mouth gag, and locked it on behind him.
He remained there, but I could see from the expression on his face that he was reconsidering whether his decision to kneel down before I was done releasing him was a good one.
Me: “By the way, you also just brought those ticklish pits out of the safe zone and into vulnerable territory again.”
I lightly dragged my finger down his armpit. He laughed a bit, with a submissive, desperate look on his face. Then I went behind him.
Me: “I do have to say that you’re ass looks pretty good like this, boy. Oh, and you also made it open season on these ticklish feet by kneeling down like that. And the way you’re restrained now, you can’t move them one bit, can you boy?“
Me: “No what? Is that any way to answer me, especially when you’re in such a predicament?”
I immediately started a tickle assault on his bare feet.
Boy: “Hahaha. Haha. No Sir.”
Me: “That’s better.”
I released him from the rack, and decided to let him try another predicament that I know he had seen on my blog and really liked. But thinking a predicament would be really hot to try, and actually being in it, are sometimes two very different things.
I rearranged a few boards in the bondage wall, locked them in place, then had him stand in front of it. In a matter of seconds and before he knew what was happening, I cuffed his “balls to the wall”, well actually, both his dick and balls together. I did so at a level that would prevent him from standing up completely, and would also prevent him from sitting or kneeling down.
At first he thought he was going to make it easier on himself by sitting on the top board in the bondage wall. I quickly put a stop to that by adding another board, forming more of a wall behind him instead of a ledge to sit on. Then all he could do was lean against it, which doesn’t offer much relief. But he found some relief in placing his hands on his thighs and sort of leaning on them.
Me: “No more relief for those quads by resting on your thighs, boy!”
He spread his legs farther apart, thinking that was going to do the trick and give his quads a break. It may have given them some relief, but they still had to work overtime, if he liked his balls anyway.
Despite being in this predicament though, I was still able to get a smile out of him. Hmm, it’s almost as if he loves being tortured like this. Could that be the case? ;)
This wasn’t the end of Gboy’s session. When he visits, he likes to try as many new things as time allows. Check back soon to see what happened next, in part 5 of 5.