The night continues …
10.45 pm
Harry, still standing naked, leant against the glass of the hotel room window where he looked out into London; his green eyes trailing down over nighttime streets, past a kebab shop surrounded by people sobering up after a night out, where they landed on a 27/7 grocery store.
Harry wanted to live out this fantasy the best way he knew how, but that meant using more than just the ankle and wrist restraints Louis had provided …
He probably got them from somewhere cheap, Harry thought.
No doubt Ann Summers, or someplace daft.
He then took a moment to admire Louis, instead of beat him down …
The boy had tried to surprise him.
He’s made effort.
And even if the bondage didn’t look or feel expensive, it had kept Harry in position for well over two hours; it had done it’s job at keeping Louis secure too, during what appeared to be a gruelling experience for Mr. Tomlinson, who lay naked on the bed, playing with the end of the vibrator Harry had revealed earlier, whilst staring up into the hotel ceiling.
“We gettin’ on with it, lad, or…?”
Harry blinked, Louis’ Doncaster twang breaking him from his thoughts.
He spun on his heels and strolled towards the bed.
Louis sat up, startled, afraid that Harry might pounce on him and action another relentless attack on his hips or taint.
As Louis clambered back across the mattress, Harry snatched hold of Louis’ left ankle, pulling him back towards him …
“Oi, hands off!“ Louis tried to grab the bedsheets …
Harry then held onto Louis jaw with both hands, stepping inward, his face moving in close to Louis …
“Turn around,” he ordered, in a whisper.
Louis, with his eyes wide open, felt his cheeks squash together as Harry tightened his grip.
“Alright, alright—!”
Louis shuffled about over sweat stained pillows, turning around so that he knelt on the mattress, with his back and plump behind facing Harry.
Harry manoeuvred Louis to the edge of the bed, so that his feet hung hooked over the end.
Harry then took the ankle restraints from each lower corner.
Instead of attaching them to Louis’ feet, he attached them to Loui’s wrists.
Louis know sat on his knees, on the edge of the bed, his soles, butt and long, tanned spine facing the hotel room door, his hands tied to each corner, pulling his arms away from his sides.
“Now what? I th-thought we were…”
Harry started to get dressed.
Louis snapped his head to the left as he watched Harry pull on his underwear, yank on his jeans, slip on his shoes …
“Erm, ‘ang on a minute …” Louis tone deepened.
Harry threw on his t-shirt, where he searched for his hotel room key card …
Louis continued his confused panic.
“Where you bloody going?!”
Harry popped on his cap and sunglasses.
“… I’ll be back.”
Louis threw his head back, his eyes narrowing into the ceiling.
“Do I really need to be tied to the fucking bed again, Arnold fucking Schwarzeneggar? I’m clearly not going anywhe— Mppggh!”
Harry took one of Louis socks and shoved it into his mouth.
“I said, I’ll be back …” Harry winked, pressing the sock further in, as Louis had no choice but to bite down on the dry, white, smelly cotton.
And just like that, Harry left the hotel room, leaving Louis naked, bound, gagged and above all else, alone.
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Harry stood in the shadows of a dark alleyway around the corner to the hotel, fingering the calling card handed to him three months ago.
He had snatched one of Louis’ Oasis hoodies before leaving the room and threw it over a baby oil stained t-shirt he currently wore.
With the hood pulled over the cap, sunglasses covering his eyes and a face mask hiding him from his nose to his chin, Harry looked like any other North London hipster trying to keep themselves to themselves.
At the end of the alleyway, a shining Mercedes Benz rolled to a stop.
The back passenger door popped open.
Miller stepped out …
He wore an expensive looking suit and carried a large, leather gym bag.
He walked towards Harry whilst his driver waited behind him.
Harry pocketed the calling card and then extended his hand out to Miller, who grabbed hold tight and shook Harry’s hand firmly.
“Well isn’t this a turn of events, Mr. Styles …”
Harry nodded down to the gym bag.
“You were quicker than I thought you’d be …”
Miller kept the gym bag to himself.
“We don’t waste our time. You should know that by now.”
Harry shoved his hands inside his pockets and kicked the ground with his feet.
“Thanks, for doing this,” he muttered.
Miller smiled.
“I had no idea you were an Oasis fan,” he gestured to Harry’s hoodie.
Harry smirked behind his mask.
He hadn’t told Miller who he was with, who the person was inside the hotel, tied to the hotel bed …
He had just informed him his scenario tonight was an ‘experiment’.
Harry tucked some chunks of hair behind his ears.
“I really should be going.”
Miller handed Harry the gym bag.
“There’s more than enough in there. And don’t worry about returning it. We’ll be using it on you soon enough.”
Harry shook his head, chuckling into his mask.
“No chance.”
Miller patted Harry’s shoulder.
“Don’t underestimate us, Mr. Styles…” he turned and began to walk back to his car, “… After all, we never underestimated you …”
Harry watched Miller slide back into his vehicle, the door slamming shut, the Mercedes purring away into the darkness of London’s streets.
Harry sighed out relief, concerned as to how that exchange could’ve gone, unsure if he were to be bundled into the back of that car, taken away from Louis, restrained to some device and tickled for hours on end like he had been before …
After all, he didn’t trust these people, even if he had strengthened his relationship with them in a different way than they had expected …
Harry unzipped the gym bag.
Inside wasn’t money, or cash, or anything special …
… It was something useful, something helpful, something that would keep Louis in place for what Harry had planned …
… It was rope.
11.03 pm
Harry opened his hotel room door, his cock twitching at the sight of Louis, now resting on his knees, each of his hands bound apart at the bottom corners of the bed.
In this position, Harry could make out Louis’ taint and hole, his ass sitting a little spread between each of his soles.
“Mphh— Mphhh—” Louis groaned, through the sock stuffed in his mouth.
Footsteps, then the removal of trainers.
Trousers unbuttoning …
Louis could hear everything behind him.
As Harry took off his mask, glasses, cap and hoodie, he then slowly began to undress himself, reclaiming the naked form he’d been embracing for most of the evening.
Louis jolted when he felt Harry’s fingertips dance across his spine.
He muffled contained laughter behind the sock as a gentle tickle landed either side of his feet.
Louis raised his eyebrows as Harry then appeared beside him, dumping a large roll of rope casually over the bed.
Harry carefully removed the sock from Louis mouth, throwing it over his shoulder soon after.
“He returns …” Louis mumbled, as he licked dry lips, “… Where the hell did you get rope from at this time of night?” Louis narrowed his eyes at Harry, who stood folding his arms over his chest, “… This has got a bit dark, hasn’t it, lad? What you gonna do, suspend me from the ceiling?”
Harry pinched the bottom of his own lip.
He decided to tell the truth.
He breathed in and then quickly explained himself.
“I know the leader of a tickle mafia. I call them up, they give me what I want, at a price. Tonight, it was rope.”
Louis stared Harry in the eye.
He then burst out into laughter, shaking his head.
“You daft twat,” Louis giggled.
Harry felt relief wash over him.
He thinks I’m joking.
Harry trailed an index finger around Louis jaw.
“You know what’s next?” He asked quietly.
Louis twisted his neck, Harry’s gentle touch around his adam’s apple too ticklish to take.
“We’re gonna bake a cake? Go for a swim?” Louis teased, “Order an Indian? Let’s order an Indian, Styles, I’m blood starv—”
“—I’m going to edge you,” Harry declared.
Louis mouth fell open as his own arousal began to harden.
“Oh … I’ve uh, I think I’ve, I think I’ve heard of that …” Louis wanted to hide his grin but it splayed out across his face, despite his attempt at trying to conceal it, “… I’m, I’m excited, lad! That’s hot …You gonna untie me then?”
Harry kept a menacing expression painted over his face.
With the prowl of a panther, he approached Louis left side and slowly un-cuffed his wrist.
As he made his way behind him, he passed by so that his stomach pressed against Louis’ back.
Louis could feel Harry’s erection brushing against the bottom of his spine.
With his right wrist still tied, Louis could do nothing but wait for Harry to allow him release.
“You’ll never forget this,” Harry whispered, right under Louis’ left ear.
Louis felt goosebumps dance over his shoulders and jaw.
“No tickling, though, lad, alright?”
Harry nodded.
“I’m just going to edge you…” he confirmed, un-cuffing Louis’ right wrist.
Louis, with both hands free, could now shuffle round so he sat on the edge of the bed, facing Harry.
“You promise?” He asked, “We’ve done enough of that tonight, don’t you th—“
“—I promise,” Harry smiled, stepping back, as he admired Louis naked form, sitting so casually on a bed once neatly made, now utterly destroyed by kicking reactions and squirming movements, all from intense first time tickle torture …
“So, how do you want me, Styles?” Louis asked, with a tilt to the head.
Harry didn’t even have to think about his answer.
“Lay down on your back …” he ordered, walking to the roll of rope, picking it up and untangling its length, “… And be patient, this is … Going to take some time.”
Louis sat back as he watched Harry start to pull the rope apart.
“Christ, this is, this is full on bondage, isn’t it?”
Harry nodded, as the bounds of rope began to tumble around his feet.
Louis laid down on his back, resting his head comfortably on a pillow.
He tucked his hands behind his head, exposing armpits thick with hair, where he stared up at the sparkling chandelier above.
“Harry Styles, with a tickling fetish, the kinky fucker - who would’ve though, aye? Tonight’s been a real eye opener, hasn’t it?”
Harry smirked, approaching Louis left arm.
You have no fucking idea.
He began to cuff it back to the top corner, keeping his eyes on Louis face the entire time.
“You think it’ll change much, between us?” Harry asked.
Louis shook his head, his left wrist now tied to the bed.
“As long as you let me still do the stuff I’d like to do… Not sure I can handle being tickled every single bloody night, if I’m totally honest …”
Harry took the rope and began to wrap it around Louis’ underarm.
Louis shot his face over to the area now being roped to the bars of the hotel bed frame.
“Oi, don’t go too tight, it’s pinchin’ …”
Harry wanted to say sorry.
He wanted to loosen the knot.
But right now, in this very moment, he felt too sadistically, deliriously in control; he’d be doing whatever he liked … And there would be nothing Louis could say or do about it.
So Harry continued, forcefully strapping Louis left arm to the steel bars behind, using the rope to tie some of his forearm too.
Louis hissed rebelliously, offering Harry an angry glare, as Harry walked around the bed and began to cuff Louis left ankle to the bottom corner.
“How long is this edging thing going on for?”
Harry began to reattach Louis’ right foot to the right ankle strap.
“Why, you got somewhere to be?”
Louis ran his tongue over his top set of teeth.
“To be frank, I’m a bit nervous,” he admitted.
Harry took his index finger up the side of Louis’ foot, over his calf and over his naked thigh …
Louis kicked his leg, lifting his head in sudden concern …
“Lad-- Oi - no tickling—“
Harry’s finger landed over Louis’ right hand.
“You should be nervous,” Harry teased.
Harry then re-cuffed Louis’ right hand to the right corner.
He then took the rope and began to wrap it around his forearm, looping the rope to the same steel bars Louis’ left arm had been roped to; this completely pinned Louis’ arms apart, exposing his pits, his chest and stomach.
Louis wriggled his shoulders, fully aware that he could no longer move his upper body at all.
He curled his toes and offered Harry a look of defeat.
“… Shit.”
Harry chuckled, taking the rope towards the middle of the bed.
With an excited bounce, he jumped onto the mattress and plonked himself down, in the creased triangle of space between Louis’ tied apart legs.
Harry then began to tie rope around Louis left thigh, just below his hips.
Louis peered over his rock hard nipples, his eyes flashing down at Harry’s work.
“Have you bloody done this before?”
Harry shook his head.
“This is my first time.”
Louis watched Harry’s erection grow into a thick and solid throb.
This is really doing something for him, Louis thought.
Louis then felt his left leg be yanked further apart from his right, even more so than it currently had been.
Harry looped the rope back to the same set of poles that made up the head frame of the bed.
He then started to do the same to Louis right thigh.
This meant that Louis legs were completely spread apart, his thighs already aching in strain; his balls, his taint, his cock - they all lay vulnerably exposed.
“Alright,” Louis swallowed down regret, “This is, this intense already… Maybe we sh—“
—Louis found himself clamping his mouth shut as Harry dribbled baby oil all over his penis.
Louis closed his eyes, the liquid drenching delicate, naked areas of his body.
Harry drizzled the liquid over Louis stomach, abs, hips and thighs…
Once satisfied with the implementation, Harry then began to rub the baby oil into Louis’ skin.
He would, every now and again, glide his palms over Louis’ growing erection.
This further hardened Louis, whilst also covering his shaft with the right amount of lubrication.
“Lad, that, that feels—“
—Louis winced as Harry slid his fingers over his nipples.
He then took stroking hands around Louis’ cock, where he rubbed it, over and over, until it became just as stiff as his own.
Once happy with how pulsatingly throbbing Louis erection appeared, Harry picked the rope up once again and began to tie it around Louis’ manhood.
Louis opened his eyes, not expecting to feel the dryness of the rope arrive at such a fleshy area.
“Wait, wait, wait … What, what are you—“
—Harry tied a tight knot, leaving the remaining length of rope between Louis’ thighs.
“This contains all the blood …” Harry flicked Louis’ hard on, forever hard now, thanks to the tight tie of rope bound around it’s base, “… And it makes the tip very, very sensitive.”
Louis bit his upper lip, “Ow—oi, n-none of tha—“
— Harry then began to tie rope around Louis’ balls, just under the base of his cock, all at once.
Louis watched Harry like a hawk, not moving his face, not looking away …
“You’re really not holding back, are you? Feel like a strung up piece of meat—“
“—I’m exploiting this opportunity,” Harry explained, “Just like you did.”
Louis felt his stomach sink as his balls bulged out from their bound, squashed up position.
Harry flicked them, each, within a second for each flick.
*flick!*
“OW—“
*flick!*
“OW—“
Harry sucked on his index finger, smiling in satisfaction at what he had created.
He then carefully held onto Louis erection with both hands, as if it were the handle of a sword.
Louis rested his head back over the pillow.
He closed his eyes.
“Relax,” Harry urged, “This is the nice part…”
He then slowly began to rub Louis’ manhood, sending Louis into a false sense of comfort …
Because only Harry knew that the next few hours would be anything but ‘nice’…
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Louis began to feel the roll of orgasm around his hips as Harry continued to slide his slippery palm up and down his cock.
He took in a a shivered breath, opening his eyes and then, ever so slowly, peering down over his stomach, as if watching the moment of pleasure travel through him, where it teased the suggestion of arriving at any given second …
“F… F…. F…” Louis panted.
Harry allowed Louis to get just there … Painfully close, before he took his hand away, leaving Louis’ erection throbbing below his waist.
“F… Fuck, lad, I, I was …” Louis paused, his adam’s apple bobbing, “… I was cl, close…”
Harry watched Louis writhe around in the bonds; slowly, sensually, naturally, his tight, tanned body, bound and exposed, shining in it’s drench of baby oil …
“You look hot,” Harry declared.
Louis rolled his waist, his hard on wobbling from left to right, swaying in a desperate need for touch …
“So do you …” Louis smiled.
Harry’s eyes travelled over Louis’ tied balls, past a stomach decorated in pinch marks, where they soon landed on Louis’ pointy nipples; nipples Harry couldn’t help but play with.
Harry shuffled forwards, sliding his hands over Louis thighs, where they pressed around Louis’ erection, suggesting they’d return there, when instead they had decided to make their way towards Louis’ chest …
Louis watched Harry’s hands near his nipples.
Harry then began to draw circles, around each of Louis’ pecs.
Louis’ eyes widened.
“—Fuck, hang on a sec …”
This circular motion, with Harry’s fingernails, over such a sensitive area of Louis body …
It …
It …
It …
“It’s too much. That’s too much …”
Harry chuckled.
“It’s always too much, with you.”
Louis clenched his teeth, kicking his feet, shifting his torso from side to side as much as he could.
“NO, stop, stop, you, you said—“
Harry kept his eyes on Louis’ nipples.
Round and round,
Round and round,
Round and round went Harry’s drawing fingers …
“I said, what?” Harry asked, knowing full well the answer.
Louis glared over at Harry with fury in his eyes.
“—You, you said, you said you weren’t going to—“
Harry now used one hand to play with Louis’ left nipple, whilst taking his other hand to Louis’ taint.
He stroked the fleshy gap under the rope wrapped around Louis’ balls, exploring, once again, the smooth, soft expanse of exposed skin …
Louis tried to sit up, forcefully, as much as the leather cuffs, the rope, the ties would allow …
Fuck, I can barely move—
“—HARRY,” Louis spoke in a panicked demand, “STOP, STOP IT—“
He tried to pull his legs together, to hide that sensitive space of taint, to stop Harry, in anyway he could …
Harry continued his relentless tease.
“I said, what …?” Harry repeated.
Louis tutted, groaning into his shoulder, spitting anger out into the hotel room air …
“—YOU SAID YOU WEREN’T GOING TO TICKLE—“
Harry raised both eyebrows.
He then left Louis’ taint, returning both hands to Louis’ nipples.
“I don’t seem to remember saying th—“
“—NO STOP, COME ON, THIS IS TAKING THE MICK—“
Harry didn’t stop.
“Why should I …?”
Fuck, my nipples, Louis thought.
Fuck, I can’t.
No, this is …
It’s just …
Oh God!
Louis began to buck around, uncontrollably.
Harry, a little intimidated by Louis’ sudden, violent reaction, didn’t let Louis’ physical shifting stop him from attacking his nipples.
“—BECAUSE IT’S NOT FAIR, WE’VE, WE’VE DONE ME ALREADY, YOU PROMI—“
—Harry frowned, continuing his circular draw around each of Louis’ nipples.
“Because we’ve ‘done you’ …? What does that mean, Lou?”
Harry knew all of these answers.
And Louis knew that Harry knew them too …
The sadistic game continued.
Louis had no choice but to go along with it.
If he played it right, hopefully Harry would stop.
“—YOU’VE ALREADY TICKLED ME, YOU ALRE-ALREADY GOT YOUR PAYBACK—“
Louis now shouted so loud, Harry became concerned that other hotel guests might hear him.
Do I need to gag him again?
“I can do what I like,” Harry snapped back, easing his tickling against Louis’ nipples, where he instead decided to pinch them repeatedly.
Louis winced, curling his fingers around the bonds strapped around his wrists …
“—FUCK, OW, HARRY, stop with that, you, you bloody cu—“
Louis stopped himself from repeating such a hard hitting word.
He pressed his lips shut, his erection still throbbing, his nipples now enduring a sharp, vibrating sting …
Harry, still in his knelt position, kissed the tip of Louis cock and then patted his sides with his palms.
The movement seemed to say the word ‘sorry’, without verbalising the apology in itself.
Harry felt Louis’ body relax over the mattress.
He then returned long fingers to Louis’ twitching manhood, where he continued to slide his hands along it’s rock hard length.
Harry knew Louis was serious when he swapped the word ‘lad’ with ‘Harry’.
Calling him by his name meant so many things; it was a cry for help, it created a sense of urgency, it ultimately meant that Louis wanted his boyfriend to take how he felt seriously.
As Harry acknowledged Louis sense of alarm, Louis closed his eyes once again.
He licked his lips, he smiled into the air, he came back to a moment that had been snatched away from him, as soon as Harry’s fingertips arrived at his nipples.
He felt good again.
Calm.
Aroused.
Ready …
So very, very ready.
“Christ …” Louis cleared his throat as Harry began to speed up, “… As much as you can be a bastard, you can be a bloody angel as well …”
Louis had received thousands of hand jobs from Harry.
But this time, this one, this ultimate moment…
It felt so different.
Maybe it’s because you’re tied up, Louis thought.
Or maybe it’s just relief, after being fucking tickled for so long …
Louis felt the bubble of orgasm arrive, once again, back in his sides.
It crept towards the base of his cock, ever so slowly.
Louis peered back over at Harry, his eyes watering …
“Tell, tell me, what you’re gonna do to me, Harry …”
Harry focused on bringing Louis close, his pace quick, the baby oil squelching …
“I’m going to edge your beautiful cock … Till you’re ready to burst … And then I’m going to stop …”
Louis whined, “… N, no … why …”
Harry asserted himself, “… I’m going to make you beg …”
Harry lifted his hands away from Louis’ erection as soon as he saw the tip of Louis cock swell a shimmering pink …
Louis threw his head back down over the pillow.
“Fuck,” he growled, “… FUCK—“
Harry couldn’t hide his smile.
He watched Louis grow more breathless and frustrated, angrier and impatient …
He watched Louis cock present a tiny amount of pre cum that left his helm and rolled down his shaft, over the veins and shape of Louis erection where it eventually arrived at the base, a base tied with rope …
He watched Louis cock twitch …
Once,
Twice,
Three times.
Louis gasped.
Harry worried, for a few seconds, if he had edged Louis too close, if his orgasm would indeed happen right here, right now, ruining Harry’s plan entirely …
Louis clenched his teeth, urging and willing his cock to do what it should be doing, his eyes burning into his own arousal.
Nothing.
Louis’ entire body felt like it were a tender, sensitive slump of erratic, dire uncertainty …
God, I wanna cum so bad.
It’s all I want.
Louis pulled gently at his bonds, his eyes narrowing at Harry.
“I fucking hate this …” he decided, “… Can’t you just let me c—AGH——“
Without warning, Harry sent tickling fingers into Louis stomach and hips.
Louis thrashed around madly, his rock hard cock smacking against his hips and stomach as he twisted from left to right.
He screamed at first, mostly in shock, but then his cries transformed into one lengthy bellow of manic laughter, his heaves of hysteria leaving his throat in a constant, non stop expel of breathless madness, all whilst he threw his body around in a dire attempt to escape Harry’s touch, the ropes and bondage pulling at his cock, his balls, his arms and his thighs, the tight pinch and pull reminding him that he was tied down harder than ever, and that he had no choice but to endure this sudden attack, no matter how much he hated it, no matter how much he wanted it to stop.
Surprise tickling, Harry thought.
They told me it’s the best kind.
The kind that really threw the lee, unexpectedly, into a realm of insane, mind bending lunacy …
Louis kicked and screamed, he bucked and bounced, he shouted and he laughed …
Oh, did he laugh.
He laughed in ways that Harry had never heard before, not just from Louis, but from anyone …
The kind of laughter he would now, forever more, long to create for the rest of his life …
Harry travelled grabbing fingers all over Louis abs and hips, tickling them beyond all comprehension …
Louis, red faced and now failing at sucking up drool, shot disturbed, overwhelmed glances at Harry, in-between ‘—please, please—’ and ‘—stop, stop—’ the two most important words he wanted to muster, the only words he could formulate; no swearing or C words, no lad or Harry, just a desperate and dire need for it to ‘please’, ‘stop’ …
Harry didn’t stop.
If anything, the noise of Louis’ breathless begging made Harry want to go harder.
Another hand, up to Louis right nipple …
Then the remaining hand, down at Louis taint …
Let’s do that again, Harry grinned.
“You like it like this, don’t you, Lou?”
Louis was ready for his mind to cave in on itself …
As his most sensitive areas were exploited, with his body so close to orgasm, Louis could just about manage one scathing statement as Harry continued to stroke his taint and tickle his nipple …
“… You’re a fucking liar …”
Harry laughed into his shoulder, enjoying every second of this, his ultimate payback, after Louis pushed him so far only a few hours ago …
“You know what, Lou, I think I’ll go all night …” Harry suggested, licking his lips, watching Louis cock flap about in it’s still erect state as he squirmed within his bondage …
… And what bondage it was!
Harry had done an excellent job.
Louis looked like a tangled up prince, caught in webbing, his body pulled apart at the leg, the ankle; snatched tight by the cock and balls, pinned to this bed till his captor would say otherwise, his feet, his taint, his torso, his neck, his hips, his waist, all of him in position to be tickled for however long Harry decided …
Louis began to raise his voice.
“—NO HARRY, PLEASE DON’T DO THAT, DON’T DO THAT, I’M HONESTLY, I, I, I CAN’T—“
Harry cackled in joyous entertainment.
“Alright,” he said, “Tell me, what’s worse …”
Louis heaved,
He coughed,
He huffed,
He gulped.
“… Here …” Harry took both hands to Louis nipples …
Louis arched his back, screaming a long, “NOOOOOOOO—“ into the hotel chandelier above, with such volume and force that the tiny diamonds hanging from it shuddered, as if Louis’ scream had the power of a steady earthquake …
“Or, here …” Harry took both hands down to Louis stomach, his fingers grabbing at the fleshy space that made up his tummy.
“—OH GOD STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP—”
Harry took his tickling fingers down to Louis’ taint.
“Or, what about here?”
Louis lost his breath, bouncing about like a wet fish, unable to speak, or laugh, or control the heavy, weighted chunks of insanity leaving his body in desperate shouts.
“—YOU COCK THAT’S ENOUGH I CAN’T TAKE IT I CAN’T TAKE IT PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME—“
Harry continued to invade Louis ticklish spots, on rotation, non stop …
“Calling me a cock isn’t going to help you, FYI, Mr. Tomlinson …”
Louis growled out viciously, his body now soaked in sweat, his hair wet, his eyes watering; this very moment now existing as the biggest tickling of his entire life …
“—PLEASE HARRY GIVE ME A SECOND GIVE ME A SECOND GIVE ME A SECOND—“
Harry didn’t give Louis a second.
“Tell me, what spots the worst … And then I’ll stop …”
Louis didn’t hesitate.
He didn’t lie.
He couldn’t afford to.
He opened his mouth and with a gravelled croak, he screamed out the word “TAINT—“
“Oh?” Harry moved both hands back to the suggested area, “Here?”
Louis entire body pulled in on the ropes as hard as it could.
The muscles in his arms and thighs flexed, his toes scrunched, his eyes squeezed shut …
He became overwhelmed, panicked by his sudden situation; bound, stuck, trapped, tied so tightly - unintentionally and ignorantly offering himself up to tickle torture, when he’d already been through a round …
This wasn’t edging, like Harry had suggested it would be …
This is Hell.
Louis tried one last time to make his boyfriend stop.
One last attempt …
His words came out as a genuine threat; they had meaning, determination and passion surrounding them …
“—Harry, I’m gonna fucking kill you if you don’t stop—”
Harry blinked.
He smoothed out his touch, from tickling to massage, as his hands curled back around Louis’ hard on …
For the first time as a tickler, he acknowledged how easy it was to get carried away …
He pushed aside that merciless character and replaced him with Harry, Harry Styles, the person Louis had fallen for …
Louis spluttered out into a deflated, unknowing, unable mess …
He took a few seconds to refill his lungs with air, to allow his body to calm down, after such a relentless, aggressive, sadistic attack …
He swallowed down the need to expel everything inside his body …
He sniffed, he mumbled and he shivered …
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck, that.
“You’re a bastard …” Louis managed, his words quick, his voice coarse, “… An absolute bastard.”
Harry grinned.
“Well, hate to break it to you, Lou, but, his is how I felt,” he said, “When you went on for longer, without asking me …”
Louis shook his head.
“No, you, you got your payback …” Louis closed his eyes, “… This is just, evil… You’re being evil, unkind, un, uncaring …”
Harry curled all fingers around Louis steady erection.
“Does this feel unkind…?”
Louis opened his eyes slowly.
“I can’t relax,” he explained, “I’m, I’m too worried you’re gonna just start tickling me again …”
Harry spoke in a reassuring whisper.
“I won’t,” he said, quietly, “I promise, a real promise, this time …”
Louis didn’t believe a word of it.
He just kept quiet, his body too stretched out, his wrists and ankles aching too much, his skin far too drenched in sweat …
Harry thumbed pre cum off Louis’ tip, tasting it agains this lips …
He then began to Harden Louis, once again, until Louis had relaxed his body, allowing Harry the opportunity to rebuild the trust …
“Please …” Louis spoke a little more confidently, now he had his breath back, “…Please, stop tickling me, Harry … Can’t you just get the vibrator, or somet—“
—Harry continued his stroke.
“I’m not tickling you … Not anymore … ”
Louis pressed the back of his head further into the pillow.
“I, I just mean, for the night … I’ve, I can’t take anymore …”
Harry kept his mouth shut.
He continued to slide his oily grip up and down Louis’ girth.
“Mnn—” Louis bit his upper lip, “—If, if we’re gonna, if we’re gonna do stuff like this, we, we, we can’t take the mick …”
Harry kept his eyes on Louis balls, bobbing beneath the rope, the quicker he actioned his hand job over Louis now throbbing erection …
“It’s our first time doing it,” Harry whispered, “We’re allowed to both make mistakes …”
Louis smirked, rolling his eyes.
“We’ve made choices, Harry. Not mistakes …”
Harry watched Louis roll his hips, the closer he got.
“What do you mean?”
Louis felt his eyes fill with water as his arousal stiffened to full effect.
“Well, I … I made the choice to keep going, when your time was up …” he took in a breath, the feeling now making it’s way towards the base of his manhood, like it had done once, twice before tonight, “… And you made a choice, to tickle me, when you said you wouldn’t …”
Harry slowly down his stroke, much to Louis frustration.
Tomlinson is right.
They had made choices, decisions, with their own minds …
They hadn’t made mistakes … They had lost control.
They had both pushed respect aside, replacing it with the greedy need to get what each other wanted, independently.
They had each reduced either party to a trembling mess whilst doing so.
We're both responsible.
No one was innocent, tonight.
And that therefore, made them equal.
It made it balanced.
Fair.
Correct.
And, for them both, it all existed as the most erotic and interesting evening their relationship had ever experienced.
“Now we know what choices to not make, next time …” Harry spoke carefully, as he sped up his grip.
Louis curled his toes.
“Next time… Pfft — We’ll see about that …”
As Louis neared orgasm, Harry felt a flag lift in his mind.
No next time?
No chance to do this again?
No tying his boyfriend to a bed, and tickling him till he breaks?
But that’s what Harry wanted to do.
Again, and again, and again …
Every week, if he could.
No next time …
Who else could he do this with?
Did he contact The House, see if they’d give him someone to play with?
That Chalamet guy seems open minded …
What about Holland.
No.
I want to do it with Louis.
Please, god, make him do it with me again.
Louis began to gasp, the faster Harry rubbed.
He lifted his back, he flexed out all ten fingers, his eyes bulged and glistened …
“Harry — don’t, don’t s-stop… I’m close, Ha-Harry — keep, keep going —“
Harry needed this to happen again.
He had so many ideas of how he wanted to tie Louis; the tools he wanted to use on him, the parts of his body he wanted to explore, just the thought of an electric toothbrush taped to Louis’ taint excited Harry in ways he couldn’t describe.
So make him like you again.
Harry felt Louis surge beneath his hands.
He watched the thickness of his cock expand, the veins protrude, the helm swell up …
Louis opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.
He craned his neck, looking over at his own cock, a cock now being massaged forcefully, again and again, as cum exploded out of the end.
It landed over Harry’s face, hitting his jaw and lips, his neck and shoulders, before shooting out more white shots of thick orgasm over Louis stomach, hips and balls …
Louis moaned into the hotel room air, his cry of relief echoing into the sweaty atmosphere …
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck — Harry, Harry, — ahh — Harry …”
Louis entire body became static; electric tingles took place, from the tip of his head, all the way down to the ends of his toes …
His cheeks, burning red and hot to the touch, vibrated a heat only Harry could create …
Louis panted; his eyes rolling back, his lips pressing together tightly, his nostrils flaring …
Harry allowed Louis the moment to feel safe, to feel done, to acknowledge some form of ending.
And then, he made a choice.
He did something that might break them both …
Louis lay there, still and silent,
Happy, content …
… Almost forgiving, for Harry’s recent tickle attack.
He looked like he might say something.
Thank you?
That was amazing?
Harry hesitated.
He still had his boyfriends cock in his hands …
Cum still oozed down Louis’ shaft …
Do it, Harry thought.
Do it, now.
Louis looked at Harry, blinking at him peacefully.
But this might push him to the point of no return, Harry thought.
It might be too much.
What if he leaves me?
What if he doesn’t come back?
You’re going to risk everything.
You’ve seen it before.
This could be incredible, if I do it right.
Fuck, I wish I’d filmed this, like they filmed me.
Louis readied his mouth, getting his lips in the position to speak …
But his mouth squeezed shut, just as Harry slid his right palm over the tip of his cock.
Louis shot his entire head up.
His face, angled towards Harry, showcased nothing but dire resentment.
His entire body became stiff and rigid, as if pulling inwards, in an attempt to break the bonds.
“No—“ Louis spoke sternly, “—That, that, why …”
He couldn’t find the words.
The ropes squeaked and stretched.
Louis muscles grew larger, his neck thickened, his fists curled up.
Harry continued to rub his palm over Louis hyper sensitive, shining tip …
“NO—“ Louis broke, right there and then, “—NO, WHY, WHY ARE YOU—“
Harry rubbed and rubbed, polishing Louis’ cock, so soon after it had just expelled the most denied orgasm of Louis’ life.
Louis felt his brain expand.
His blood shot eyes bulged.
He shot panicked looks up at the ceiling,
Down to the side,
Over to the right.
The sensation felt purely agonising.
An insane, mind numbing ache mixed with a sharp pain, all jelled together with a ticklish, sensory overload Louis had never felt before …
With cum staining his stomach and thighs, Louis could do nothing but writhe around, squirming over the bed sheets within his bondage …
“—Fuck—“ words came out of dry lips, in a disturbed, sharp whisper, “—stop, please,” speaking felt like a challenge, using his mind, to just structure a plea felt like something he just couldn’t do …
Harry persisted.
He had showcased a higher level of relentless sadism Louis had displayed previously.
He acted in ways The House would be proud of.
He narrowed his eyes, watching Louis in his convulsed moment of sensitive disbelief.
Louis strained his body, stiffening out limbs, fixing his arms and legs into rigid, angry positions.
He could do nothing but endure it,
He could do nothing but simply allow it to happen.
He didn’t waste his breath on begging - it was quite clear that Harry had no interest in showing mercy.
He just panted and hissed …
He didn’t care for the snot oozing from his nostrils, or for the dribble seeping out of the corner of his mouth.
He just thrashed around, hoping Harry would stop rubbing the softness of his silky smooth palm over the red raw, pulsating tip of Louis manhood.
Harry had always treated people with kindness.
He had always been the nice one.
The smiler, the joker,
The humble guy who checked in on interviewers if they had a cough, or sent flowers to stylists who had worked over night, or tipped generously in expensive L.A restaurants …
He had always been a loving boyfriend.
And just because Louis had said yes to all this, to venturing into Harry’s Secret …
… It didn’t mean Harry should violate his permit,
His limits,
His respect.
It was then Harry questioned why he was punishing Louis, for all of this, when really, he should be thanking him.
Harry slid his palms down the length of Louis throbbing arousal, where he stretched out fingers over Louis’ stomach, dragging his hands back down over Louis thighs, past his knees and then down to his ankles …
Louis closed his eyes, his body relaxing, his upper body drenched in cum.
Whilst he spent some time catching his breath, Harry spoke no words.
He apologised, reassured, counteracted … All just by rubbing his fingers gently around Louis’ toes.
He massaged Louis feet firmly, rubbing into his soles, arches and heels, until Louis became rested after such a brutal session …
Harry parted his mouth.
He went to speak, to ask if Louis were okay, to see if he wanted a beer or, the more likely choice, a cup of tea …
But Louis lifted his head before Harry had a chance to say anything.
Glaring over at his boyfriend, Louis spoke in a grainy, exhausted growl.
“Un-tie me …”
He didn’t ask.
He ordered.
Harry paused, his fingertips sliding off Louis’ bound left ankle.
He then stood, slowly, carefully … Almost intimidated by what appeared to be Louis as his most furious.
Louis repeated himself.
“… Un … Tie … Me …”
Harry’s eyes sparkled.
He took cautious steps over hotel carpet, towards the side of the bed.
Louis watched him, like a rabbit caught in a trap.
Harry sucked on his own index finger.
Louis shook his head slowly.
“Un-tie me, Harry …”
Harry tilted his head.
He then reached over Louis body and began to jab Louis around the hips and waist.
Each jab made Louis shift to the right.
“NO—“
Jab.
“NO—“
Jab.
“HOW IS THIS HAPP—“
Jab.
“STOP—“
Without warning, and now stepping way, way too far over the line, Harry began to tickle Louis stomach, hips and waist …
A surprise attack, for the third time.
Louis fell into a berserk, unfathomable meltdown.
He screamed the loudest he’d screamed.
He squirmed so hard the hotel bed shifted a few inches across the carpet.
He even begged for help.
“STOP HELP, PLEASE, SOMEONE FUCK, FUCK—HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!”
Harry hid his laughter with the back of his hand.
He held his palms in the air and, in surrender, he gestured a finish to the evening …
“Alright, alright …” Harry lowered his head, chunks of brown hanging over a sweat-stained face, “… You’re done. We’re done.”
Louis caught his breath, once again.
He shoved his head down over the pillow.
“You’re right about that, lad …”
Harry raised his eyebrows.
He wasn’t too sure how to take those words.
He accepted that Louis might be pissed off.
Just as pissed off as he were, when Louis took it too far with him earlier on.
If there needs to be a row …
Oh, we’ll row.
Harry began to untie Louis, starting with his left wrist.
He then began to unknot the ropes, pulling the lengths of bondage away from Louis’ arms, his thighs …
Once Louis had both hands free, he sat up and started to untie his own ankles.
Harry stepped back, allowing Louis to take charge.
“Lou?”
Louis peeled himself off the bed, walking like Bambi towards his clothes.
In silence, he began to get dressed.
“Lou? Lou … Talk to me …”
Louis yanked on shoes, socks, skinny jeans, his t-shirt …
He grabbed his phone and his wallet, his keys and his cap …
Harry stood, naked, watching his boyfriend head towards the hotel room door.
“Louis…!”
Louis left, slamming the door shut behind him.
Harry stood alone.
He eyed the bed, littered in bondage, sweat and cum.
He sighed heavily.
His fetish now common knowledge thanks to an explosive, four hour, unexpected session with the boy he loved …
The boy who had just walked away from him …
As Harry sat down by himself on the carpet, he started to wish that his secret was still a secret after all.
o n e m o n t h l a t e r . . .
An undisclosed location.
Harry wore a black leather jumpsuit that covered him from jaw to toe.
A white plastic mask concealed his face, his hair slicked back with water behind his ears …
He stood in a large crowded hall surrounded by strangers dressed similar as he.
The hall was dark, it smelt of champagne, there were a few spotlights attached to the ceiling high above …
In the middle of the hall, Logan Lerman sat restrained to The Tickle Chair, where his soles were stroked by the surrounding audience.
His armpits were fingered, his sides pinched, his nipples tweaked …
All Logan could do was scream into his ball gag as he was tickled by many of the hundred plus crowd who had paid insane amounts to simply be here, all whilst a masked man sat at a piano in the corner, playing it beautifully as if Logan hysteria could not be heard.
Harry had no interest in The House’s chosen ticklee for the night.
He picked up a glass of champagne from a nearby table littered with feathers and walked out of the hall, through giant, wooden double doors, up a red carpeted staircase and down a dimly lit corridor decorated in detailed wallpaper
The ceiling was lined with sparkling chandeliers …
Harry passed a masked couple making conversation by a statue; the male dressed in a white tuxedo, the female dressed in a glittery ballgown, their identities concealed just like his …
He then passed an open door that presented a view of a glamorously styled bedroom containing a twenty something year old blonde guy, tied to a four poster bed, his armpits being worshipped by two men dressed as Clowns …
Harry looked away, recognising the urge to join in, reminding himself he was here for someone else.
He continued his stroll, pausing by another door, a door he’d hope he would see him at; the one door he had informed him he’d be standing by, if he were to forgive him, if he were to change his mind, if he were to accept him as he was, within this weird and wonderful world …
Harry looked down at his feet, feet dressed in laced up military boots.
He sighed, leaning against the wall, lifting his mask so he could take a large sip of his champagne where he swallowed down it’s bubbling acidity.
Why do they give out champagne anyway? Harry thought.
If they require you to wear a mask?
Just makes the whole drinking thing difficult.
Harry sighed.
What’s the time?
He bit his lower lip, placing the mask back over his jaw.
It was stupid of me to think he’d be h—
—As Harry looked up, he noticed another masked man at the end of the hall.
The man wore a black suit and the same sort of white, oval mask as Harry.
The stranger pointed at Harry.
Harry paused, the point taking him by surprise; it’s authority visibly clear, despite it being actioned over thirty feet away …
Harry looked to the left, and then to the right, to see if the stranger were pointing at anyone else.
When Harry went to return his gaze back down the hall, the stranger had gone …
Cheers, piano playing and applause could be heard from downstairs as Logan continued to howl into his ball gag.
Harry stood still, his feet shuffling from side to side nervously.
He kept his thoughts contained; he didn’t for once let himself get too ahead with where this might be going, with what might actually be happening …
Harry felt a tap on his shoulder.
He spun around, now toe to toe with a masked man who stood so far away only seconds ago …
The stranger grabbed Harry by the neck and forced him into the room he’d been standing by.
The stranger slammed the door, just as hard as he’d slammed the hotel room door, the last time they saw each other, nearly four weeks ago …
Harry smirked.
In unison, both young men removed their masks.
Harry dropped his to the floor, whilst Louis yanked his off in a flustered gasp.
He shook messy hair out of his eyes and then he kept his head still, eyeing Harry with a forgiving gaze.
“Alright, lad?”
Harry blinked, a large smile pulling his mouth apart.
“You came …” he managed.
Louis dropped the mask down over the carpet
His eyes traveled past Harry’s shoulder, to the sling hanging behind him.
It dangled from the ceiling by chain, its ankle and wrist restraints open, ready for Harry …
Here, in private, in this beautifully decorated room, they could action their next session.
Louis stepped towards Harry, placing his palm over his chest.
He then pushed him towards the sling, where Harry landed in the seated, padded centre.
Harry began to stutter.
“Wait, I, I thought th, this was going to be—“
Louis lifted Harry’s left leg and pinned it against the left ankle cuff of the sling.
“—You thought wrong,” Louis said, as he began to unlace Harry’s military boot.
Harry leant back, their positions once again switched, his reassurance once again returned …
Once Harry’s boot was off, Louis did the same to Harry’s right leg; lifting it into position, calmly removing the boot, cuffing his right ankle into place …
Harry closed his eyes and consensually lifting his hands above his head, placing his wrists in the open cuffs.
“You ready, lad?” Louis strapped Harry’s wrists into place, stepping back where he admired his leather clad boyfriend in the sling, his white socked soles staring him in the face …
“Do your worst,” Harry smirked.
Louis tugged on the hard on beneath his trousers.
He grinned, adjusting the collar of his shirt, approaching Harry with excitement in his eyes …
He started to stroke the soles of Harry’s feet.
Harry started to giggle.
As the masked crowd below continued their event with Logan, in a hall that had seen the likes of Bieber, Cavill and Daley lose their minds, Louis and Harry started their own fun, in private, in this locked, booked out bedroom on the floor above …
Harry’s wants and needs; the cult he had become a part of, what he did to Louis and what Louis did to him, what they now both did to ticklish young men around the world would remain hidden from the public …
But it wouldn’t be a secret between he and Louis.
It was then, in that moment in time …
Harry’s Secret became Harry’s Truth.
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