As Taylor held onto Nicholas’s cock with one hand, he ever so gently slid his other hand over Nicholas’s helm.

Soft palm meet hyper sensitivity …

Nicholas’s body immediately mangled into a creased scrunch, as much as his bondage would permit.

His torso propelled itself forwards, his chin pressed against his chest; he looked at the event taking place below his waist as if it were disgusting, unbelievable, an unfathomable situation he could only stand to bare for one individual second.

Legs twisted and stretched into various directions, where they would stiffen into a fixed pause …

Biceps bulged so hard they could burst, fists took hold of rope and clung on for dear life.

“—Grraaagh!—”

Taylor lessened the tightness of his grasp.

Nicholas dropped, his head shaking as soon as it landed over the pillow.

“—No …” he winced.

Taylor kept Nicholas’s oil soaked erection within the prison of his hand.

Once more, he slid his palm over the electricity that made up Nicholas’s tip.

Nicholas leapt towards his fiancée.

The bed shook, his muscular frame threatening in its lunge.

“Taylor, no—” Nicholas's face was filled with ravenous fury, “—I’m not joking—”, he warned, his head shaking fiercely, as if Taylor’s actions were an ask, a request that Nicholas had no choice but to vehemently refuse.

Taylor began to rub Nicholas’s helm, as his erection decreased in shape and size.

Nicholas thrashed and pounced, he hurtled and jumped.

He began to cackle and gasp; distress had become the leader of the middle of his face, it ordered all other elements that made up his head towards the end of his nose - eyes scowled at Taylor’s grip, brows burrowed, teeth bit down over his lower lip.

An exhilarating and utterly excruciating sharpness overwhelmed his body; a knowledge arrived in his mind, a simple understanding of a fact made abundantly clear … If he does not let go, I will cease to exist.

Taylor had edged Nicholas towards his eventual torment for long enough.

He slid both hands away from his lovers now flaccid, cum-soaked cock and kissed its chunky shape, as if apologising for putting it through such an intense blend of pain and pleasure.

Nicholas sank into the mattress, as if devoured by comfort.

Taylor then crawled back behind Nicholas’s shoulders, perching in a cross legged position, returning Nicholas’s head to his lap.

Nicholas remained on high alert - after being made to cum, he wondered what Taylor would do next, considering Taylor himself had not ejaculated or even really attempted to shine any focus on himself - Nicholas expected to of had his mouth full by now, however instead of anything he had grown sexually used to since falling in love with his Red, White and Royal Blue co-star, he came face to face with the return of light touch, once again actioned over the curls of his armpit hair.

Nicholas squeezed his eyes shut and threw his torso to the left, his bonds snatching him back to the centre of the bed as high pitched giggles uncontrollably left the dryness of his throat; he would breathe in quick and then giggle out for ten to fifteen seconds, non stop, his eyes unable to open as Taylor simply wiggled an index finger into each armpit, focusing mostly in the delves that made up the middle of both underarms.

“—no, stoppit—”

Nicholas’s could not control his kicking legs, the muscles that made up his thighs toning up with every thrust; his discarded cock bounced and wobbled over abs now tightening, thanks to how many giggles were forced from the pit of his stomach - to anyone outside the closed bedroom door, it all sounded rather fun and playful in there …

“—please, please don’t—”

Maybe Nicholas found something extremely funny, to the point where he could not stop laughing - the sound was joyful and squeal-ish, flustered and constant, however it was tainted with the suggestion of displeasure - the need to breathe inward sounded like a chore instead of a natural act, especially when the word, “—no—”, arrived as more of a rejecting whine than a demand …

Satisfaction tugged Taylor’s mouth into a blinding grin as Nicholas’s head bounced over his lap; he slid his hands out from Nicholas’s underarms and clawed them down his torso, as if reaching into his tummy for the hysteria he so successfully produced.

“What’s wrong, Nic?” Taylor teased, “I’m just touching you … Why can’t you keep still?” Taylor lightly stroked the very tips of his fingers across Nicholas’s sides, their fluttered dance combing over his nipples and chest, where they would faintly hop to his waist and hips, never staying in one spot for more than two or three seconds, always journeying around Nicholas’s torso as he rolled from side to side across the mattress, his giggles and whines now filling the bedroom.

A nasally, “—Mnn, no!—”, was presented by Nicholas, who bent his elbows and then stretched out his arms, his fingers splayed, his chest either jumping away or launching into Taylor’s touch, depending on its luck on timing, “—Because it’s ticklish!—”, Nichols corrected, his head now attempting to nudge Taylor’s hands away from his body.

“What? This?” Taylor’s fingertips continued to explore his fiancée’s sides and pecs.

“—Yeeeees!—” Nicholas wheezed, his cheeks now flushing pink as he unintentionally threw his head over his chest and widened his eyes, his fiancée’s toying infliction over his upper body showcasing ticklish areas he did not know existed up until this morning.

Taylor offered no continuation of conversation. Instead, he remained seated behind Nicholas’s shoulders, his fingertips returning to his lovers armpits, where he went back to invading the depths with little to no pressure.

Nicholas transformed into a shell of his former self; his giggles were relentless, his squirming and leg kicking actioned with no prior thought - he rolled and bounced, his bonds always keeping him exposed and in position, his chortles lengthy and soaked with whines and moans, “—I can’t!—”, he declared, “—I, I can’t!—”, he gasped, his expression creasing in the middle, his face now red from forehead to chin, “—I, I can’t do this!—”

As Taylor pinched and stroked deeper within each underarm, Nicholas exhaled in the form of a spluttered cackle - Taylor would then stroke his chest or poke into his sides, causing Nicholas to grunt and heave, only for the uncontrollable giggles to return as soon as Taylor’s index fingers made their way back into the depths of each armpit.

“—Just a, just a—” Nicholas was no longer making sense, his torso stretching to the right where it remained flung in position, staying there for a few seconds as his laughter became almost silent - the pants and moisture could be heard at the back of his throat, but his giggling was now so strained that it practically did not produce noise, and it was often presented in a drawn out period, where no attempt to inhale took place, “—I need to bree, bree—”

Taylor looked down at Nicholas’s face - he had aged by a few years, wrinkles and lines now drawn over his expression as he closed his eyes once more into a tightened squeeze; his giggles wheezed, his butt bounced over the bed sheets, his feet kicked in protest, “Oh wow,” Taylor admired, “You really can’t take this, can you?” He had to hear Nicholas say something, anything to confirm how ticklish this was for his fiancée.

Nicholas’s felt unable to produce words; instead, he found himself thrashing his head from left to right in a frenzied shake, the back of his head rubbing over Taylor’s erection.

“Where is it the worst?” Taylor enquired, all five of his fingers now dragging and intruding inside Nicholas’s underarms; their press down by his pec and then up by his bicep, the developing sweat within each armpit now working as helpful lubrication.

Nicholas could only see black, his forehead aching due to the firm squeeze of both eyes, his giggles now owning him entirely; the hysteria had purchased him in full, it had asked for no receipts and it sure as hell had paid by cash, “—It’s, it’s, like—”, Nicholas gave up straight away, there was no chance that he would be able to muster the ability, or compartmentalise the thought processes, that were required to answer Taylor’s question - instead the giggles took over his attempt to talk, they suffocated his language and communication skills, reducing him into a breathless, kicking, chortling shambles.

“Wow!” Taylor chuckled, “You can’t speak!” He announced, “He can hardly speak!”

Nicholas punched the air repeatedly, the restraints keeping his arms pinned out either side of him never allowing him to reach towards Taylor’s hands, even if he did try to a few times, “—Way, way—”, Taylor translated that to ‘wait, wait’, but it could also have been something else, at this point the humiliated and heave-like splutters were sounding more like desperate whines than they did words, “—I can’t, I can’t—”, Nicholas arched his back and kept it arched, “—Do anything!—”, his cock flinging outwards, his heels digging into the mattress as Taylor persisted in stroking his underarms, his cackles and giggles relentless in their delivery.

“Beg me to stop,” Taylor muttered hungrily, “Beg me to stop, I wanna hear you beg,” he growled.

Nicholas did not hesitate - by now, at this stage in his tickling, he would do anything for a break; he could not escape this, but he could take Taylor up on his offer, “—Please, pleaseplease stop—”, Nicholas urged, “I’m begging you, I’m begging you—”, he wheezed, another wide mouthed cackle leaving his throat, “—Please!—”, he sounded alarmed, determined, a tinge of panic soaking his tone, “—I’m beggin’ you I’m beggin’ you, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!—”

Taylor stopped.

Nicholas dropped the arch of his spine and lay in his star fish, bewildered and desperate for breath - he huffed and puffed, as Taylor reached behind him for a pillow, which he then squashed underneath Nicholas head and between his own lap.

Nicholas opened his eyes, the feeling of squishy, soft cotton calming him down somewhat, even if it was just for under half a minute.

Without fully being able to catch his breath, air was once again torn from his chest as soon as Taylor’s fingertips returned to each armpit.

Nicholas spluttered his giggles outward and shook his head in disbelief, his stomach still presenting glittering droplets of drying cum; he squeezed his eyes shut, returning to his realm of darkness, as his partner unapologetically tickled his underarms with a non stop, constant stroke - he had kicked his legs so repeatedly his knees had started to throb - despite being tickled so relentlessly, without warning or any sign of slowing down for good, Nicholas did not once scream or shout, insult his lover or accuse him of anything - all he could do, was laugh.

Compared to the rest of Nicholas’s milky white, muscular body, his pitch red face glowed as a stark contrast; he giggled and giggled and giggled and giggled and giggled, his arms flapping, elbows bending, his torso and waist bucking into a animated bounce, his nostrils always flared, his eyes always closed - there were times he would simply peek a glance at his circumstance by shooting a stare over his stomach, to take in the sight of the cum still present across his navel, whilst being tickled like this - how embarrassing, how violating, how fun, how awful this moment was!

Nicholas panted hard behind each breathless cackle, a desperate, “—Please, please, please!—” leaving the back of his throat in the form of a high pitched whine, his head now smacking and nudging against Taylor’s arms and hands, arms and hands that refused to leave his underarms alone, “—I, I need a bree, I need a breather!—” Nicholas informed, his laughter expelled over a twenty second period, his calls for a break purposefully ignored, “—Plea, plea, please!—”

Taylor did not journey anywhere else - he allowed Nicholas to be mind blown, by staying at his armpits, tickling them with a soft yet constant curl of his fingers, the stroke always repeatedly gliding across the flesh; he was a tickling machine, a robotic force wired to test, to try out, to experience power at its fullest - Taylor was the reason for the shine of sweat over Nicholas’s chest, Taylor was the reason his giggles were so strained, Taylor was the reason the bed sheets beneath Nicholas’s heels had become so creased, so almost kicked off the bed, Taylor was the reason behind the production of the word, “—Stop!—”, that left Nicholas’s mouth in a pained whisper.

“—Stop!—”, he repeated, “—Sss, sss, ssss, ssst, sss, ssstop—”, he heaved, his head bouncing over the pillow, another heave addressing the need for air, “—Okay! Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay!—”, he whined.

Taylor did not stop - he continued to tickle his lovers armpits, to the point where every cell that made up Nicholas’s naked flesh boiled. Nicholas hurtled upward, he threw himself to the right, he lunged forwards and he leapt backwards, “Sssss! Ssssst!—”, Nicholas was now wide eyed, his mouth shaped in a ‘O’, his wet frame enduring the greatest, longest, most merciless tickling of his life, “—TaylorI’mbeggingyoustop—”, Nicholas’s stomach began to ache, “—Icanbarelybreathe—”, he announced, the urgency within the grain of his delivery snapping Taylor out of his daze, where his wiggling fingers decreased in speed, their tips stroking out and away from Nicholas’s armpits.

Taylor slid his palms over Nicholas’s face, where he cupped them over his mouth, gagging Nicholas momentarily.

“Are you angry with me?” Taylor enquired.

Nicholas shook his head, still giggling into Taylor’s palm, soaking it with heat.

“Mpph! Mnn, mnn!—”

“Will you let me carry on tickling you, for another few hours?”

Nicholas’s eyes widened.

“Mnnpph! Mphhh!—” He shook his head fiercely, his eyes narrowing into a frustrated scowl aimed directly at Taylor.

Taylor kept right hand over Nicholas’s mouth, his left venturing into Nicholas’s left underarm.

Nicholas spluttered and cackled into Taylor’s hand, his body twisting and stretching from side to side as if it were the only thing he knew how to do.

“—Mnn! Mnn! Mmmphh, mnph, mnn! Mnn, mmmph!—”, Nicholas’s eyes watered as he thrashed across the bed sheets.

“You’re tied up,” Taylor reminded, “This is tickle torment … I can go on and on, for as long as I like …” he felt his erection swell behind the pillow, “… And there’s nothing you could do about it …”

Nicholas giggled powerfully into Taylor’s palm, his eyes unblinking, his body always bouncing, kicking and punching, the rope and restraints squeaking with every tug as his circumstance was mapped out before him.

“—Mmnn! Mphh! Mnnphh? Doo, mpph! Mnn ooo? Mnnn!—” Nicholas asked, his muffled gags translating within Taylor’s mind into ‘why can’t I do this to you?’ …

Taylor lifted his palm away from Nicholas’s mouth and slid off the bed, “Ha! No chance, man, “ where he then made his way back to the Amazon parcel.

Nicholas licked his lips and struggled to catch his breath as he watched Taylor reach into the parcel and pull out additional pieces to this mornings puzzle: a blindfold and a ball gag.

“No, seriously, you’ve had your fun!” Nicholas joked, scoffing at the sight of such kinky additions to what was quickly becoming a moment of complete exploitation, “I’m tired, Tay, this is exhausting!—”

“—I’m going to tickle you so bad, Nic …” Taylor looked excited as he crept towards Nicholas, dangling the ball gag and blindfold from his fingertips, his American twang thick and vibrant, just like the arousal beneath his waist, “…No more begging, and you can’t see a thing …”

Nicholas craned his neck and face away from Taylor, his bonds squeaking as he tried to wriggle away, “Stop with the tickling!” He whined, “Grr, at least wipe the cum off my—mpphhh!—” Nicholas’s eyes bulged as Taylor forced the plastic ball between his thick, pouty lips, where his teeth clenched furiously so that he created a wall to stop Taylor’s attempt.

Taylor paused and straddled Nicholas, resting comfortably on his narrow waist.

“Do you want me to stop?” Taylor asked, his quiet mumble soaked with genuine concern.

Nicholas gulped as he felt a wash of guilt soak his face, “I think it’s more a question of - do you want to stop?” Nicholas’s eyes crossed in the middle as he assessed the size of the ball gag beneath his chin, held gently by Taylor.

Taylor narrowed his eyes in focus as he chose to be as brutally honest as possible.

“No,” he declared.

Nicholas chuckled, “At least you’re straight forward!—”, with this level of chit chat he had now caught his breath, “How long will this go on for?”

Taylor nodded at the clock at the bedside, “Five more minutes …”

Nicholas turned to face the clock, “You’re getting off on this,” he grinned, “Se a timer!”

Taylor played Nicholas’s game, “Only if you let this …” he pressed the ball gag against the swell of Nicholas’s lips, “… Go inside that pretty mouth of yours.”

Nicholas huffed and with a smirk that approved Taylor’s needs, he nodded just once.

Taylor wasted no time in pushing the gag past Nicholas’s lips, “Open wide, handsome,” the large ball of plastic now consuming the entirety of the inside of his mouth.

Nicholas groaned as Taylor clipped the strap together at the back of Nicholas’s head and, despite how much his fiancee squirmed, he still successfully managed to attach the blindfold to his face as Nicholas shook his head and growled.

Nicholas now lay bound, gagged, blindfolded and questioning if and when a timer had been set as Taylor made his way to the foot of the bed.

“Should I go back to your armpits, Nic?” Taylor asked teasingly.

Nicholas arched his back and tried to close up his underarms, his naked, muscular flesh stretching in its taunt X shape.

“Mnn-mnn …” he denied.

“Okay … How about between your balls?” Taylor awaited Nicholas in his attempt at defence - as predicted, Nicholas tried to close his legs, his knees barely able to bend as the bed sheets creased beneath his submitted weight.

“Alright … Feet it is …” Taylor knelt down at the bottom left corner of the bed.

Nicholas whined into his gag and attempted to press his left foot down over the corner of the mattress, “Mnn, mnn! Mnnph!—”, but Taylor gathered his bound ankle and foot in a tight armlock, allowing Taylor’s foot to poke out between a pec and bicep, his exceptionally smooth, large and meaty sole facing out into the rest of the room.

“Scream as hard as you like, Nic, you’ve only got four minutes left …” Taylor lied, he had no idea how far they were into the five minutes, as he began to scribble his fingernails across the smoothness of Nicholas’s sole, whilst sucking on his big toe, transforming Nicholas into an overwhelmed heap of manic thrashing.

“Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh!—” Nicholas cackled and shrieked behind the gag, his toes splaying into a manic flex as his thick big toe was licked and nibbled, the bottom of his ticklish foot devoured by toying touch …

“Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Mnn, mnn, mnn! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnn, mnn, mnn, mnnnn!—” he could not speak or see, he could only uncontrollably cry out his laughter in the form of babbled distress, his nostrils flaring and his cheeks buzzing with heat as he endured the hyper sensitive intrusion across his heel, his arch, the base of his toes and the side of his foot as Taylor suck, suck, sucked on his big toe, “—Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Mnn, mnn, mnnn, mnnn, mnnn! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh!—”

Nicholas bounced over the mattress, the bed shook and wobbled, he glared through the darkness of the blindfold as his foot was tickled by Taylor, who had now started to chew, bite and feast over his big toe as he scribbled his fingernails into flesh unable to stand a moment more of tickling.

“—Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnn, mnn, mnnn! Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh!—”

When Nicholas’s screams behind the gag had started to turn high pitched, Taylor only felt the need to continue, now using both hands to tickle Nicholas’s foot, his mouth slurping on that big toe as if it were an ice lolly.

“—Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Mmnnphhh! MNN, MNN, MNN! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnn, mnn, mnnn! MNN, MNN, MNN, MNN! Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh!—”

The room smelt of sweat, the air within the four walls thick and hot - the comparison between both young men borderline almighty; Taylor was tanned, in control, relentless, whilst Nicholas was pale, shimmering and dominated - there were two personalities, a fun, wild and beaming glow from one side and a frustrated, manic and writhing burn on the other …

Nicholas started to cough through the gag as his laughter pummelled the plastic with a little too much strength, causing Taylor to slide the big toe out of his mouth and remove Nicholas’s foot from his arm lock.

Nicholas lay panting through the plastic, his flat stomach lifting and dropping, lifting and dropping, lifting and dropping as Taylor made his way towards the bathroom.

Nicholas looked from side to side, his toes flexing away a still present itch as he looked into nothing but black, his eyelashes brushing against cotton, “—Mnn, mnn, mnn …” he knew Taylor was moving around, searching, looking for something, but he did not hear and feel the results till they were too late …

Click! Bzzzz …

Nicholas jumped out of his skin as soon as he felt the whizz and vibrating spin of an electric toothbrush between his thighs; Taylor laid the electric toothbrush over the bedsheets and allowed it to rest against Nicholas’s taint, where the spinning bristles tickled at the silky smooth flesh between his balls and ass hole, “Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh!—” Nicholas bounced and bucked, his overwhelmed and violated state utterly obliterated, the electric toothbrush bouncing also, however due to how closely it had been kept beneath his taint it did not move or hurtle away, if anything it slid and rolled a little deeper beneath Nicholas, the bristles now spinning between both ass cheeks, “—Mmmnph! Mnn, mnn mnn! Mmnnph! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnn, mnnn, mnn!—”

To make matters worse, Nicholas then felt the invasive scrub of a hairbrush against his right foot; once again, Taylor scooped the flexing, curling foot into an armlock and went to town, no longer sucking, instead scrubbing the ticklish sole with the hairbrushes many sharp bristles, causing Nicholas to practically explode behind him in an eruption of frenzied hysterics.

“—Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Muhahahahahamph! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnn, mnn, mnn! Mnnn, mnn, mnn! Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Muhahahahahamph! Muhahahahahamph! Mnn, mnn, mnn!—”

With each scrub of the hairbrush, Taylor could heal Nicholas squeal harder and firmer into the ball gag, his rosey cheeks now shimmering with energy, his entire body leaping from the bed as if it were possessed; Taylor could see how he had caught Nicholas in a position where he had never been tickled like this before in his life, so unexpectedly, so unplanned and out of the blue - it was his first time and potentially his last, depending on how ruthless Taylor wanted to be within this exact moment …

Taylor grunted and panted as he struggled to keep Nicholas’s foot still, the simple thought that was ‘no wonder Peter used stocks on me’ landing in the centre of his mind as he was shaken forwards and backwards by the extreme strength of Nicholas’s kicks …

Nicholas’s slammed his head over the pillow once, twice, three times, “—Muhahahahahamph! Muhahahahahamph! Mnn, mnn, mnn!—”, four times, five times, six times, “—Muhahahahahamph! Muhahahahahamph! Mnn, mnn, mnn!—”, his tormented cackles pummelling against the ball of plastic as his foot endured a ticklish sensation unlike anything he had ever known, “—Muhahahahahamph! Muhahahahahamph! Mnn, mnn, mnn, mnnnn, mnn, mnn!—”, whilst the electric toothbrush continued to remain in its long, wedged line beneath his ass cheeks, caught by his weight, stuck between his ticklish form and the softness of the bed, “—Muhahahahahamph! Mnn, mnn, mnn! Mnn! Mnn! Muhahahahahamph! Mnn, mnn, mnn!—”, its vibrating bristles always spinning against either his lower spine, ass hole, taint or balls, with every arch of his back or passionate buck across a bed he had been fucked on by Taylor only last night …

Nicholas did not know it was possible to be this ticklish, to be tickled like this, to feel this level of sensory abuse, his large cock always flapping, flaying and flopping around, its juicy size constantly smacking over his stomach and thighs and hips as his waist hurtled in various directions, the hairbrush over his sole and the toothbrush at the base of his ass now causing his eyes to fill with tears of hysteria as the ball gag took the strength of his howls at full impact …

“—Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Muhahahahahamph! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnn, mnn, mnn! Mnnn, mnn, mnn! Mmmnph! Mmnnph! Mmnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Mnnnphhh! Muhahahahahamph! Muhahahahahamph! Mnn, mnn, mnn!—”

Seeing Nicholas foot twist, stretch and flex below him, knowing he lay naked and spread eagle behind, tickled to a delirious state, his physical laughter now soaking the room … It all made Taylor stand to a wobbled height, turn to face Nicholas’s foot, yank down his own underwear and jolt his orgasm past Nicholas’ toes, all over his ankle and heel, where the gush of joy landed in splashes across his fiancée’s ticklish sole.

“—Grrahh!—” the hairbrush fell out of Taylor’s grasp as he had no choice but to use both hands to hold Nicholas’ foot, “—Fuck!—”, his erection shooting out his load without him needing to even touch himself.

Nicholas’ eyes crossed in the middle behind the black cotton of his blindfold as he felt the warm soak of orgasm slam against his right foot, “—Mpphh!—”, he flinched and jolted, his foot scrunching and curling in Taylor’s hold as Taylor thrusted his orgasm into Nicholas’ ticklish flesh, scratching and stroking the cum into his sole as he released his load.

Nicholas frantically giggled behind his gag, his foot made an inch more sensitive thanks to the lubrication of cum - almost as quickly as Taylor’s orgasm had arrived, the attention to his foot ended and the electric toothbrush wedged up around his ass switched off.

Bzzzzz … Click!—

The bedroom fell silent, with only both young men’s heavy panting filling the expanse of humid, thick air surrounding them.

Taylor let go of Nicholas’ foot and staggered away from the mattress.

He held his cock, tugging out the remains of joy that had been bubbling across his taint for the best part of ten minutes, all caused by the sounds and movements produced by Nicholas, who had just had his body relentlessly tickled, whilst bound nude, for a lengthy thirty minutes.

Nicholas lifted his head, his need to know why his fiancée had decided to tickle him, over all other possible options, arriving at the forefront of his mind as a desperate priority.

“Mmphh efff gagg offa gee!—” Nicholas growled, the volume of his shout urging Taylor to speed towards his face where he began to unclip the gag and removed the blindfold, “You bitch!—” Nicholas spat, the warmth of Taylor’s load still soaking his foot, “Why did you do that?” His stern ask transformed into a relieved chortle as he rested his head over the linen, “… Why did you, you do, do that …” he muttered to himself.

Taylor perched on the edge of the bed and took a gentle hold over his fiancé’s cock, “Another thirty minutes …” Taylor grinned,

“… And then 'I’ll explain.”

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