Armie slid the key into the lock of Tim’s bedroom door and twisted it to the right.
-click-
He then curled his hand around the golden handle and gently pulled it downward.
Armie nudged the bedroom door open and carefully walked into the expansive ensuite.
The morning breeze lifted curtains away from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Beeps from New York taxi’s and the distant echo of Ambulance sirens from the other side of the glass reminded the occupants of this apartment that, despite a forceful lockdown, life still bustled on five stories below.
The rising Sun had not yet fully lit this room.
For now, it remained drenched in greys, blues and the tease of a glowing yellow.
Armie licked his lips as the scent of a sleeping twenty three year old drifted up his nose.
He left the door partly open as he stood in black chinos, a tucked in white polo shirt and black leather loafers.
He folded muscular, tanned arms and trailed blue eyes over the exhausted, silent body splayed out on the king sized double bed.
Timothée lay snoring, on his front, with his head squashed into one of six oversized pillows.
During the night, whilst tormented by the vibrations of the cock ring and Armie’s relentless button-pressing, Tim had kicked away bed sheets and covers in irritated frustration.
With those removed, his naked form displayed areas Armie had not yet been given the opportunity to admire fully, whilst Tim had been awake.
Armie approached the boy, making no noise at all.
His shoes crept over the soft carpet, until he stood a metre or so away from the bed.
Tim’s legs were spread.
The cock ring - still snug around swollen balls.
The cock itself - rock hard.
“Boy oh boy,” Armie whispered.
He’s ready to burst.
Armie’s eyes flickered down to the ankle strap connecting Tim’s left foot to the corner of the bed.
They then trailed over slim calves, past hyper-ticklish thighs, where they finally landed on the bottom of Tim’s back.
The delve around the lower area of Tim’s spine, in this gently lit room, caught Armie’s attention especially.
Tim’s skin had always been something Armie had admired.
Whether it be the softness of the soles of his feet, or the delicacy of the betweens of his fingers …
… The goosebumps he often saw over his Adam’s apple, or the hairless, smoothe hole Armie had his eyes on right n—
“Mmn …”
Tim started to wake.
Armie would leave his fantasies regarding Tim’s behind and lower back to another day …
“… Maybe another session,” he whispered out thoughts.
No ‘maybe’.
“Definitely,” he whispered again.
But first things first.
“Today…”
As Tim stirred, Armie carefully got down on all fours.
As if wading through the grass like a hungry Lion, Armie crawled towards the corner of the bed, where Tim’s barefoot hung off the mattress.
Armie now faced Tim’s sole, his mouth and nose inches away from the ticklish skin Armie could now smell so perfectly.
Armie took Tim’s foot in both hands and, without hesitation, he ran his tongue over the silky texture, from his long, plump toes all the way to his sensitive, unmarked heel.
Tim’s foot remained surprisingly still.
Armie sat on his knees and admired the shining sole, now covered in Armie’s saliva.
“Mmn …”
Another moan, and then a slight shuffle, from within the depths of the mattress.
Armie took his index finger and trailed a gentle ’T’ shape over the bottom of Tim’s foot.
Tim tried to shift his foot back in, but Armie held the length of the strap attached to his ankle.
Now caught on the corner of the mattress, Armie could toy with Tim’s foot however he pleased.
So he took Tim’s foot in his free hand and moved it closer towards his lips.
Tim’s toes curled in anticipation as they gradually entered Armie’s mouth.
Tim, now fully awake but with his eyes still closed, grabbed a nearby pillow and hugged it beneath his chest.
His erection throbbed over the mattress as Armie used the length of his tongue to tickle Tim’s toes.
Tim bit into the pillow and arched his back.
His heavy balls, now lifted, dangled between his thighs.
Armie’s tongue slid between Tim’s toes, individually, as Armie held Tim’s writhing foot in place.
Armie finished on his favourite spot.
He kept his lips around Tim’s Index Toe, where he sucked on it as if it were a lolly pop.
Tim’s free leg slid across the mattress as he tightened his hug on the pillow squashed under his body.
Armie popped the toe out of his mouth and then, just for a few seconds, he simply sat there, and admired the beauty of Tim’s foot.
Armie detached the ankle strap and slowly got to his feet.
The shape of his own hard on now sat visible behind the tightness of his smart black trousers.
Tim kept the pillow around his upper body, purposefully hiding his erection, as he rolled over creased up bedsheets, where he finally faced Armie.
Tim’s hair hung over his eyes.
He looked tired, but excited.
Angry, but ready.
He propped himself up by his elbow.
Naked, now with the rising Sun shining against the side of his face, Tim looked …
“Incredible,” Armie whispered.
Tim peered over to his foot, still tingling from Armie’s tongue.
“Morning…” Tim kept his eyes on Armie as he flexed his toes free of Armie’s saliva.
Armie maintained a blank expression.
“Drop the pillow,” he ordered.
Tim blinked.
He looked down at the pillow, covering him from the tummy downward.
Armie held out his hand.
“Drop the pillow, and come with me.”
Tim couldn’t understand why he felt so hesitant.
He’d been waiting for this for so long.
He’d been tormented all night.
Armie had tickled him, naked, only yesterday.
He had invaded the most private areas of his body … He had touched *almost* everywhere …
… Why can’t you just drop the damn pillow?
Tim buried resistance.
He peeled the pillow away from his chest and then, using both hands, he threw it out onto the carpet.
Tim then lifted himself so that he knelt on the mattress, facing Armie.
As sunlight beamed through curtains blown open by breeze, Tim offered himself entirely.
His lean figure,
His dangling arms,
His full head of curls,
His collar bone, his waist, his throbbing cock, made only harder thanks to the snug piece of plastic Armie had attached to it only fourteen hours ago.
“Where are you taking me?” Asked Tim, as he reached his hand out.
Armie’s fingers curled around Tim’s wrist.
“I'm going to give you what you want.”
***
Tim stood at the bottom of the wooden stairs that lead down to the basement.
His feet a metre or so apart.
His hands behind his back.
His eyes cautiously watching the large structure he would no doubt be tied to.
An ‘X’ shaped structure made of thick, heavy looking wood.
A length of chain had been nailed into the top left and right corners of the X.
These chains trailed up into the darkness of the basement’s ceiling, attached to dusty, cob-web riddled beams.
The chains lifted up the X so it hung at an obtuse angle, whilst the lower part of the structure sat neatly on the dry concrete.
Tim cleared his throat.
“Why is it that every time you raise the bar, it always takes place down here?”
Armie felt surprised to be asked such a thought-through question by Tim.
As he considered his answer, he soon realised he didn’t have one.
This session could take place anywhere.
On a bed, tied to a chair, damn … Even on the carpet floor.
But here they stood, underground.
Armie struck a match.
“You might have to figure that one out for me, kid.”
Next to the X sat a silver table on wheels.
On the table, a metal tray with neatly laid out tools such as;
Baby oil,
A feather,
A pair of scissors,
A large plastic charging device with accompanying wire and familiar remote,
Black tape,
And the wooden Box Tim had discovered in Armie’s walk in wardrobe.
A Box, still closed, with a feather drawing inscribed on it’s lid.
A Box Tim thought contained the very thing attached to his penis right now …
… Something that he had obviously gotten wrong.
Tim tried to peel his eyes off The Box, but his curiosity made that challenging.
Reminding himself that he had to pretend that he hadn’t discovered The Box, or seen it before in his entire life, made it a little easier.
Tim glanced away from the selection of tools and stared at Armie, who knelt beside the final candle he had just finished lighting.
Armie destroyed the matches flame with a flick of his wrist.
He then stood and turned to face Tim.
Tim wobbled his knees nervously and tightened his lips shut.
As he actioned these anxious movements, his stiff cock swayed from side to side.
Armie eyed Tim’s hardness with glorious optimism.
“How did you sleep?” Asked Armie, as he tucked his hands into his pockets.
Tim scoffed out some air and looked down at his toes.
Curls of hair littered his sparkling green eyes as he glanced back up, whilst keeping his hands behind his back.
“Like a baby, thanks to you.”
Armie smirked.
He walked towards the metal tray and picked up the vibrator.
“You mean, thanks to this.”
Tim bit his lower lip, keeping his teeth tucked over the flesh.
He readied himself for Armie to press the button.
He prepared to feel the vibrations, the roll of pressure over his shaft, the dull ache around his hips.
The same feeling he had felt on and off, hour after hour, burrowed within the depths of his creased bedsheets, with nowhere to go thanks to the ankle strap that had pinned him to a mattress now stained with sweat.
Armie placed the remote back down on the tray.
Tim felt a confusing pang of disappointment, tinged with unexpected relief.
Armie moved down the metal tray where his fingers hovered past baby oil and the remotes charger, where they eventually curled around a black roll of tape.
“Climb on,” Armie ordered.
Tim’s hands came away from behind his back and dangled at his sides.
With hesitance, he took one step forward.
As he approached the X, Armie started to pull tape from the roll with strengthened force.
RIPPPP!
RIPPPP!
Tim placed one foot on the tip of the lower length of the X structure.
His soft, long toes met with scratchy, sharp wood.
He tested the strength of the X by pressing the ball of his foot down on the surface.
The X remained rigid and stiff in it’s positioning.
Tim picked his foot off the structure and then stepped into the triangular shape between the lower two beams of wood that made up the bottom half of the X.
Armie continued to pull apart tape.
RIPPPP!
RIPPP!
Tim turned around so that his back faced the surface of the X.
Carefully, he placed his arms behind him.
His hands held onto the edges of the centre of the structure, whilst the rest of his body lowered himself flush against it’s surface.
Tim’s head rested neatly at the top of the X, with the two upper beams of the shape stretching out either side of his shoulders.
Armie approached Tim and gently took his left hand.
Tim watched Armie place his wrist against the surface of the upper left length of the X.
Despite being told off by Armie for asking too many questions in the past, and regardless of the answerless question he had just raised, Tim decided to throw another into the playing field.
“When did you have the time to … To build something this?”
Armie pinned Tim’s wrist into position with some already torn off tape.
He then used the roll to wrap tape further around Tim’s wrist until he felt satisfied by the applied amount.
“That Sunday morning, whilst you were out with your sister. I actually got back early…” Armie used his teeth to break the tape away from the roll, “… It’s the entire reason I went away. To commission this structure, in person.”
Tim allowed Armie to do the same with his left bicep.
“You… You chained it to the ceiling and … And everything?”
Armie ducked under the structure and applied the same amount of tape to Tim’s right wrist and right bicep.
Tim tried to pull his hands towards him, but they were stuck, tighter than ever.
The tape literally glued his hands in position …
… Whilst there might of been *some* wriggle room, with ropes or leather cuffs …
… The tape gave him no budge at all.
Armie stood back and admired Tim’s open armpits and flat, smooth stomach.
He then stepped towards Tim and lifted his index finger.
Tim squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back.
Every muscle in his body stiffened as his cock continued to stand to attention.
Tim waited for Armie to use that index finger as a weapon, a weapon he thought would jab into the centre of his armpit, or the top of his waist or…
… Instead, the finger landed on Tim’s lips.
Tim relaxed his body and slowly opened his eyes, where they crossed down to the finger gently pressed over his mouth.
“Don’t think about the details,” Armie advised, “In fact, there’s no point thinking about anything…”
Armie’s finger slid away from Tim as Armie turned to head down to the lower half of the X.
Tim watched him carefully.
“In a little while, your mind, your brain, your consciousness…” Armie pinned Tim’s left ankle to the lower left rung of the X with another stretch of tape, “… It’ll be consumed by only one thing, just one thought.”
Armie then wrapped the role of tape around Tim’s ankle, once, twice, three times, four times …
He then tore it away from the roll with the strength of his jaw.
Tim went back to biting down over his bottom lip.
He still had one more question to ask.
A question he knew he’d get the answer to soon, but the impatience in him wanted to know now.
Do it, he thought.
Just say it.
“… What’s in The Box?”
Tim went back to shaking his knees, allowing his hard cock to wobble from left to right within the tight confines of the rubber cock ring.
As Armie finished taping both of Tim’s ankles to either lower rung of the X, his eyes glanced up at The Box on the metal tray, and then over at Tim.
“You think it’s as easy as that?”
Armie got to his feet and dusted off his thighs.
Tim felt a sense of stupidity flush over him.
“It was worth a try,” he mumbled.
Tim now lay taped to the X, completely naked, cock ring attached and the most sexually aroused he had ever felt in his entire life.
Precisely where Armie had planned for him to be, as soon as he had watched the twenty three year old scribble his signature on The Agreement’s dotted line.
Armie glanced over at the tools and then back over to Tim.
Tim turned his head a little to face Armie, where he smiled, just a little.
“You were … You were hard on me, yesterday…” Tim swallowed down memories of the feather twirling repeatedly between the depths of his thighs, “… Just, just be a little … Try to be …”
Tim couldn’t find the words.
He had never had to compromise in this way before.
He had never had to ask someone to not be relentless.
“You have your safe word,” Armie said dismissively, “Use it.”
Tim rolled his head back to a position where all he could do was stare up into a ceiling full of darkness, cob webs and uncertainty.
As the candles flickered and as the basements humidity increased, Armie approached the metal tray full of specially selected tools and quietly, he announced the start of Timothée’s first ever edging.
“Let’s begin.”
***
Armie had pierced a hole in the cap of his bottle of baby oil.
No longer did he want to bother with untwisting or unscrewing.
Some might put it down to laziness…
… But for Armie, it was just one less thing to consider when dealing with a lee like Timothée.
A lee unlike any other.
A lee thousands of people with the same urges as Armie could only dream of having in a position like this.
Armie drizzled baby oil all over Tim’s naked body.
Tim closed his eyes and embraced the cool, sloppy liquid that trickled over his shoulders and chest, stomach and waist, kept-erect penis and bound apart thighs.
His toes curled as the liquid rolled down his calves, over the tops of his feet and down the length of his soles.
Sparkling droplets fell off the tip of his throbbing helm.
Within the humidity of the basement, the application felt almost positively refreshing…
… Even though it’s ultimate goal was negative - a lubricated enhancement to Tim’s already hyper sensitivity.
Armie placed the bottle back down on the metal tray, where it stood surrounded by the other tools and, this time, no generous glass of water.
No, this time, Armie would be generous in other ways.
Armie began to massage the baby oil into Tim’s upper body.
He did so sensually, gradually, with thought considered …
Tim clenched his teeth as Armie slid his palms over the length of his chest and sides.
He applied an intense pressure that, in it’s entirety, did not tickle at all.
His hands travelled over Tim’s flat stomach, where his fingers brushed intentionally and momentarily over Tim’s cock.
Armie purposefully took his hands away from Tim’s twitching excitement and slid his palms back up to Tim’s chest, where they slid over rigid stiff nipples …
… And then back down to Tim’s cock.
Once again, Armie’s fingers brushed briefly over the arousal.
Armie’s touch felt like no other.
Tim couldn’t quite gather his thoughts.
Was it because it came from a man?
Or because it came from someone he trusted?
His cock, protruding from the ring, stiffened and raised to full attention.
It now stood strong and hard, the cock ring trapping all hormonal blood securely within Tim’s shaft.
Just like it had done throughout the night, during the many moments Armie had tormented Tim with the cock rings vibration.
With Tim’s upper body now fully drenched in baby oil, shimmering in the candle light and with his erection at it’s hardest, Armie relished in the fact that he had Tim exactly where he wanted him, for his next move.
Armie hooked one leg over Tim’s left thigh, stepping into the gap between the lower rungs of the X.
He took his hands back to Tim’s chest and laid his palms flush against Tim’s skin.
Armie felt his own erection stiffen as he took in Tim’s structured face, his closed eyes, his thick jaw and slicked back curls of hair.
Peaceful, for now.
Typically patient and waiting to be released.
As Armie slid his palms down to Tim’s stomach, his hands curled into a claw position.
Tim’s eyes snapped open and his entire body jerked into a rigid stiff-ness.
Armie couldn’t help but allow a grin to splay across his glowing face.
Armie then sent his fingers all over Tim’s stomach, hips and waist, where he actioned a vigorous tickling to one of the softest, slimmest and most attainable parts of Tim’s body.
Tim automatically tried to pull his hands towards him, but the tape held them above his head.
He pursed his lips and glared down at the area of his body receiving such sudden, barbaric torture.
He arched his back and bucked his waist around from left to right.
And then he burst out into hysterics.
The X wobbled from side to side, chains clanking above, as Tim wriggled under the desperate agony that Armie’s fingers created over the ticklish muscles within Tim’s hips.
Tim’s manic laughter echoed out into the warmth of the basement as Armie stepped into Tim and wrapped his arms around the boys lower body.
Desperate to touch that soft, lower spine area of Tim’s back, Armie sent his fingers directly towards it, where he hugged and tickled Tim both at the same time.
Tim, never having his lower back tickled in such a way before, could only scream into the darkness above as Armie’s fingers slipped and slid over such desperately ticklish, silky-soft skin.
Another spot, discovered.
Another spot to be further explored at a later date.
Armie garnered self control and stepped away from Tim, his hands travelling out from under the boys lower back, where they returned to Tim’s hyper ticklish waist.
Armie continued to torture Tim’s hips and sides as he watched Tim’s rock hard cock wobble around.
When both sides of Tim’s waist received attention from each of Armie’s fingers, Tim would wriggle his hips up and down at such a speed that his cock would often slap repeatedly against his stomach, something Armie took huge joy in making happen.
Tim took a moment to gather himself as soon as Armie’s crooked, tickling fingers transformed back into straight, sliding lengths of comfort that did nothing but massage Tim, instead of torment him.
Armie’s palms pressed around Tim’s chest and collarbones.
Tim focused on catching his breath, his eyes darting up and down, left to right …
“M-my hips …” he managed, “H-how do you know th—“
Armie’s right hand then curled around Tim’s neck.
He held him tightly, just under his jaw,
“Nnuh…” Tim’s eyes crossed down to Armie’s hold.
“If someone told you three years ago, whilst we were touring the world and promoting Call Me By Your Name…” Armie had no intention to strangle Tim, he just loved the surge of control this position gave him, “… That in the near future, you’d be tied up, naked, the horniest you’ve ever felt … In Armie Hammer’s basement … “ Armie applied pressure to the grip, “… Would you have believed them?”
Tim tried to swallow down, but the strength of Armie’s hand around his neck stopped him from doing so.
Armie felt Tim’s Adam’s apple bob beneath his palm.
“O-of course n-not …” Tim wheezed, “… Y-you were my best f-friend …”
Armie’s grip lessened almost immediately at the sound of the word ‘were’.
His hand slid away from Tim’s neck, over his chest and then off of his body.
Tim watched Armie’s entire face flatten.
Armie gulped down a sudden realisation.
His hands dangled by his side.
This Agreement had made him lose what he and Tim used to be.
Every partnered laugh,
Every caught on camera moment, shared to the world on every fan-page, every Charmie Instagram account …
… Every glass of wine poured, every pizza slice eaten, every text and phone call …
Armie’s eyes travelled over Tim’s body as a decision formed in his mind.
Terminate this now.
End it, for good.
Untie Tim, allow him to jerk off in the shower, pay him, and then watch him pack his bags.
Or…
Continue.
Continue and address this matter later.
Tim’s words broke Armie from his thoughts.
“I mean …” Tim gulped down the swallow he had been denied only seconds ago, “… You *are* my best friend.”
Armie smirked.
The boy wasn’t stupid.
And above all else, he wasn’t a liar.
Armie took his hands back to Tim’s body.
They passed over his throbbing manhood and landed carefully back on his stomach.
“What did you say?” Armie asked, with narrowed eyes.
Slowly, Armie began to tickle Tim’s waist, once again.
Tim winced and lifted his hips.
“Y-you… Y-you are m-my be-eheheeest fr-frie-ehe-end!”
Armie sent tickling fingers up to Tim’s ribcage.
“I didn’t quite hear you …” Armie teased.
Tim’s wriggling body sent the X into a shifting, shaking position.
“Fuck!” The tape holding Tim in place began to squeak against the wood he lay stuck to, “Y-you a-are my-ayayyyaahhhhh best frie-eh-eheeheeend!!”
Armie’s fingers darted over thrashing hips, where they then landed around Tim’s hardness in a firm curl.
Tim’s body fell back onto the X as Armie held Tim in position, much like he had done with his neck, however this time the dominant grasp lay around his shaft.
Armie’s palms, drenched with baby oil, worked as the perfect amount of lubricant.
Slowly, he began to rub Tim’s arousal even harder.
Tim looked over his chest breathlessly, down at Armie, now fully addressing his erection.
“I am your best friend,” Armie felt unsure if he were reassuring himself, or Tim, “I am your best friend,” he repeated.
Tim nodded quickly as he felt the dull ache of pleasure roll down the muscles just under his belly button.
“That’s why you’re allowing me to do this, isn’t that so, Tim?” Armie looked over at Tim’s eyes, eyes he hoped would be open, but had now flickered shut, “You wouldn’t let any other man do this to you, would you …”
Tim shook his head slowly as he allowed himself a moment to enjoy the waves of pleasure created by Armie’s repetitive, slippery touch.
“Mnn…” Tim bit his lower lip.
Armie glanced down at pre-cum, now oozing slightly from the tip of Tim’s arousal.
“You really need this, don’t you, Tim…”
Not a question, a fact.
“Mnn…”
Armie increased pressure and speed.
Tim licked his lips and took in a breath.
His toes curled and his fingers flexed.
Armie now took both hands to Tim’s erection, where he massaged the base, just above the cock ring, with one hand …
… Whilst he used his other hand to massage the top half of Tim’s cock.
As the candle light flickered around them, Armie worked Tim’s arousal constantly until he noticed Tim’s nostrils flare and his fists clench.
“Oh m-man,” Tim lifted his head from the dry wooden surface of the X, “Fuck, I’m … I’m c-cl…”
Armie smirked.
Such a naive, reckless sub, he thought.
He should’ve kept quiet.
Armie watched Tim’s helm expand and shimmer.
He felt his shaft thicken.
He saw Tim’s eyes water, his plump lips part.
“Ngh … Unn…”
Armie lifted his hands away from Tim’s cock, where he hovered them tantalisingly hover Tim’s stomach.
Tim arched his back and stared down at his waist with a desperate expression mixed with anger and disappointment.
“Fffffff …” Tim bit his upper lip, “… You ffffuck …”
Tim rolled his hips, his cock swaying from side to side, the tip twitching out pre-cum and standing so close, yet so far, from Armie’s glistening palms.
“… You fuck …!” Tim practically laughed, whilst enduring the tug, tug, tug motion taking place in the central muscle of his shaft.
There was that grin, once again, dressed over Armie’s face.
“… ‘You fuck’…?” Armie raised his eyebrows at Tim as he walked back to the table.
Tim craned his neck to the side as he watched Armie’s fingers hover over his selection of tools.
“… Yeah …” Tim rolled his tongue over the roof of his mouth as the tug of pleasure twitched away “… You expect me to be polite after something like that?”
Armie chuckled as he picked up the feather.
“Touché …” Armie turned around and began to head back to Tim, “Although, I do expect you to use your head.”
Tim scowled at the feather as he watched Armie kneel down beside his left foot.
“Use m-my head?”
Armie took the feather to the sensitive gap between Tim’s big and Index Toe.
“Yes, your head. I expect you to be clever enough to not call me such aggressive names, to avoid me tormenting you further…”
Armie began to action a saw-like movement, with the feather, between Tim’s toes.
Tim’s toes curled outwards and then scrunched shut, catching the feather between them so tightly that Armie’s fingers slid away from the nib.
“Ah-hah!” Tim rejoiced.
Armie immediately tickled the feather free by sending all five wiggling fingers into Tim’s left sole.
“Ah!”
Tim flicked his foot from left to right, unintentionally throwing the feather out onto the concrete floor of the basement.
Armie stood, picked up the feather and then walked towards Tim’s rock hard cock.
He dragged the feather slowly up and down Tim’s twitching girth.
Tim shifted his waist as he gasped in a sharp chunk of hot hair.
“N-no. I didn’t … I didn’t…” Tim watched the feather twirl over his balls, where it returned to a recently discovered, highly sensitive area between the depths of Tim’s thighs, “… I d-didn’t mean to insult you, I was just …” Tim squeezed his eyes shut as the feather invaded his taint, “… I WAS JOKING, MAN, COME ON…”
Armie took pleasure in hearing Tim’s pleas echo out into the candle lit, underground setting surrounding them.
The feather twirled around Tim’s taint, causing the boy to buck around madly, where similar pangs of torture that took place only yesterday came back into the forefront of Tim’s tormented mind.
Armie loved making Tim move this way.
Seeing his erect cock wobble around, forced stiff thanks to arousal-meeting-cock ring, pushed Armie to acknowledge his own amount of pre-cum now pressing behind his trousers.
Tim growled over his chest as he wriggled his hips.
“N-not there, man! N-not again come on! It's not cool!”
Armie looked up at Tim casually.
“Oh? Sure, okay …”
Armie threw the feather over his shoulder and then shot his fingers directly into the depths of each of Tim’s armpits.
“N-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Tim screamed so loudly that some of the surrounding candles flames almost blew out.
Armie invaded Tim’s pits with forceful, wiggling fingers, laying slightly over the length of his baby oil covered body as he actioned his most aggressive attack yet.
I am your best friend, he thought.
I am your best friend.
“ARMIE NO! NO! MAN FUCK NO!” Tim’s entire body writhed against the X, as much as his tough, black leather tape strappings would allow, “ARMIE MAN FUCK STOP, STOP PLEASE!”
Armie felt Tim’s hard cock press against his polo shirt as he continued the boys armpit tickling.
“Please?” Armie delivered his tone with menace, “You’re going to have to beg harder …”
Tim could feel Armie’s lips speak into his shoulder.
“PLEASE, PLEASE STOP, I’M BEGGING YOU, STOP!” Tim took in a huge breath of air, “OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY!” He screamed.
Armie’s fingers slid from out of Tim’s pits.
He pressed his palms on Tim’s chest, in an effort to peel himself off of the boy’s squirming body.
Tim coughed out hysteria and spluttered out violating despair.
Armie’s right hand travelled over Tim’s stomach, in a playful dance.
Tim jolted upward.
“Fff-uck!”
He then slumped against the X as Armie’s grip returned to his cock, where he stroked it gently.
Armie’s index finger tapped over Tim’s throbbing tip, where pre-cum stained Armie’s fingertip.
Tim winced.
“Man, come on, you're, you’re k-killing me …” Tim confessed, “... This is … I-insane…”
Armie smiled as he slid his index finger into his own mouth.
Tim watched Armie behind sweat-drenched curls.
Armie popped his finger out of his mouth and pressed it gently against Tim’s bellybutton.
“The feeling of intense arousal, met with tickling … Feels other-worldly, doesn’t it?”
Tim grimaced at having his naval covered with the entirety of Armie’s finger.
He tried to shift his stomach out of the way.
“It feels f-f-fucking…” Tim groaned as he shook his knees violently, “… Get outta there, man! I mean it!”
Armie expelled a playful giggle.
He wiggled his index finger against Tim’s bellybutton.
“Not a fan?”
Tim shook his head.
“Nope,” Tim spoke in a deep, grainy growl, “Not a damn fan!”
For Tim, this didn’t overly tickle, it just felt uncomfortable and strange.
Armie could see that, so he slid his finger out of the centre of Tim’s tummy, where his hand returned to his own side.
Armie allowed Tim a moment of relief as he returned to the metal tray.
Tim flicked some curls away from his eyes with a quick shake of the head.
He looked over his chest, down at his still solid erection.
Suddenly, a moment of self awareness flushed over him.
He lay here, experiencing his first ever edging session, with a man.
Armie was right.
Not just about their change, as friends.
But about Tim, as an individual.
If someone had told him three years ago that he’d be in this position, he would’ve laughed.
Tim happily presented himself as a whole-heartedly open-minded guy.
He had been raised to accept … Well, everything.
He didn’t judge, he didn’t cast disapproval based on other peoples opinions …
… He understood everything himself, in his own time, as he wanted.
That’s probably why he lay here, why he allowed this to happen.
‘This’.
This was far removed from anything he'd ever expected to be involved in, in his life time.
He could take getting a role in Homeland.
He just about understood his luck, whilst standing on the red carpet at the Oscars …
… But this…?
This was something else.
Armie returned with the cock ring’s remote and a black, plastic charging device.
Since they had arrived at the basement, the charger had been injecting the remote with some much needed juice.
Armie decided to keep the remote wired into the charger, as he lay the charger flat over Tim’s chest, just for a moment.
With one hand, Armie assessed the remote,
With his other, he stroked the tufts of hair protruding from Tim’s left armpit.
Tim flapped his arm in frustration as Armie made a ‘hmmm’ noise.
“Still not fully charged,” Armie commented, “I must’ve worn a lot of it out last night…”
Tim scowled up at Armie’s hand, still picking at his armpit hair.
“Y-yeah you,” Tim groaned, “You got your fill with it last night, for su-sure…” Tim narrowed his eyes at Armie’s fingers, “Leave it alone!”
Armie looked down at his hand, still toying with Tim’s pit hair.
“Oh, was that annoying you? Sorry, kid.”
Tim huffed at Armie.
Then, Armie pressed the remotes central button.
… bbbbbbbb … BbbbbbbBBBBBBZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz …
Tim’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his cock ring began to vibrate.
His solid cock, now only slightly limp during his moment of thought a few minutes ago, wobbled into a gradual and then full erection as the cock ring sent waves of movement up his thickening shaft.
“Fffffffttt…” there was that noise again, “…. Uucccckkk …” Tim managed to get the word out eventually.
With the cock ring doing it’s part, Armie pocketed the remote and went back down to Tim’s feet.
Armie then laid down on the concrete, besides Tim’s left foot, where he began to worship Tim’s sole.
Tim closed his eyes as Armie’s tongue travelled over the side of his foot, up to his little toe, and through the ticklish expanse of the in-betweens.
“Mnn…” Tim felt his cock grow harder and harder.
The skin of his stomach stretched towards his girth.
His balls, swollen and plump, now ready more than ever to ejaculate relief.
Tim’s erection stood tall and mighty …
Prepared, willing, hungry.
Starved of joy.
Tim gasped as Armie bit his left Index Toe.
He then clenched his teeth as Armie tickled his sole, whilst sucking on his toes.
Tim balled his fists and stared into the darkness of the basements ceiling as he endured biting, tickling and sucking, over all five toes ...
... All whilst the vibrations from the cock ring rolled further up and down his shaft.
Pre cum popped out of the tip of Tim’s cock.
It oozed over the length of his arousal.
Tim ached for release.
He lifted his hips and stiffened his calves.
Armie read Tim’s movements like an expert.
His tongue slid away from Tim’s toes and then it travelled up to his knee…
… It slid over his thigh, up to his waist and then it left his stomach.
Armie then curled his fingers around Tim’s cock.
Tim, already quite close, expected both of Armie’s hands to arrive around him, but only one promised any potential relief.
Armie stroked the tip of Tim’s arousal with his fingertips.
Tim shuddered and shifted his eyes back down to Armie.
Armie displayed a gentle look over his face.
“You ready?”
Tim nodded slowly as he kept his eyes on Armie.
“How close are you?”
Tim flexed out fingers that felt full with electricity.
“C-close…” Tim whispered.
Armie continued his gradual stroke.
“Has the ache arrived?”
Tim acknowledged the dull roll of pleasure mixed with desperate need, a feeling that continued to wave through his hips and waist repeatedly …
… A feeling that got closer and closer to his balls.
… A feeling that kept his erection standing tall and hard above the vibrating cock ring.
Tim nodded slowly, once again.
Armie could see Tim’s cock expanding.
He watched the tip swell up and deepen in colour.
“Did you ever think you’d beg someone … A man … To allow you to cum?”
Tim felt his breath shorten.
His heart beat increase.
“N-no…” Tim whispered.
Armie continued the stroke.
Tim lifted his hips.
“Beg me, Timothée…”
Tim felt the muscles around the side of his neck tighten.
He felt so ready, so nearly there…
… Like standing on the edge of a cliff, and leaning over …
… The fall, about to happen, but never actually going tipping …
… The impossible, denied by force, logic, mind-numbing external prevention.
“Pl-please …” Tim licked dry lips wet, “… Please c-can I …”
The ache increased.
It gathered around Tim’s previously tickled abs.
“Please what?” Armie asked, his face blurry, his voice like caramel.
Tim lifted his back inches above the X as his surroundings shuddered out of focus.
“… P-please can I come?”
Armie smiled at Tim’s polite tone.
Armie continued the stroke.
He wanted to hear it again.
He had taken the boy devastatingly close.
Without asking, Tim begged once again.
“Please, I’m be-begging you…”
Close …
Close …
… Nearly there …
… And…!
“Mnn…”
Armie removed his hand from Tim’s cock.
As he walked away, back to the metal tray, Tim remained stiff and covered in static.
His cock, throbbing and wobbling from side to side, twitched once, then twice …
… Yes! thought Tim.
Tim’s eyes widened as he urged himself to release.
His balls flexed.
His shaft tugged upward.
And then… Nothing.
The amazing feeling, the forehead numbing moment …
… It simply stepped away, back into the darkness, back within the candle light.
Tim sighed out a slow breath of air by creating a circular shape with his mouth.
Then, he curled his fists into balls and squeezed his lips shut.
The cock ring continued it’s vibration, and Tim’s cock continued it’s denial.
“J-Jesus …” Tim swallowed down frustration, “…H-holy f-fuck… You bastard.”
Armie picked up the medium sized wooden box from the metal tray.
He then turned back to Tim.
Tim’s eyes landed on The Box and then stayed there, as Armie carried it towards him.
Armie watched goosebumps flush over Tim’s forearms and waist.
His entire body, from head to toe, would now be under full arousal from being edged so far and denied so close.
Tim’s eyelids looked heavy, his throat thick.
“Bastard…” Armie smirked, “You ever felt something like this before, kid?”
Armie gently pulled the lid of The Box open.
Tim shook his head slowly as breath left his nostrils.
From out of The Box, Armie pulled out a metal device the size of a table knife.
“You know what this is…?” Armie held the pinwheel over Tim’s chest, as the cock ring continued it’s buzz.
Tim glanced over at the tool but felt too tired to offer neither a nod or a shake.
“It’s a pinwheel…” Armie explained, “And it’s probably going to be your worst enemy, in a minute or so…”
Tim had never seen anything like it.
Large enough to hold as if it were a pencil, this ‘pinwheel’ displayed a thin circle at it’s end … A circle with over two dozen sharp points protruding from it’s edge.
Tim pressed his heels into the bottom rungs of the X in an attempt so shuffle up the structure.
He did so carefully, so the charger resting on his chest didn’t slip off.
“That looks …” Tim felt the hardness in his shaft tug once again, “… P-painful …”
Armie raised his eyebrows in thought as he took the remote out from his back pocket.
You have no idea.
Armie pressed the central button of the remote, increasing the cock rings vibrations further.
Bbbbbbbbb—BBBBBZZZZZZZZZZTTTTT …
Tim lifted his head and glared down at his erection, as if blaming it for not releasing itself.
“H-holy …”
Armie pocketed the remote and then took the pinwheel towards Tim’s baby oil covered chest.
Slowly, he began to roll it down towards Tim’s stomach.
The pin like sharpness pinched Tim’s skin repeatedly, creating a rigid stiffness in the boy’s positioning, where he balled his fists and clenched his toes.
Armie then took the pinwheel over Tim’s shaft, where it rolled up towards Tim’s swollen helm.
Tim hissed inwards.
Saliva bubbled at the corners of his mouth.
He shot his head over his chest and narrowed his eyes at the metal device, all whilst the cock ring continued its maddening vibration.
Armie rolled the pinwheel up and down Tim’s arousal.
Over the tip, back down to ready-to-burst balls, and then back up once more.
Tim threw his head to the left.
“Ungg … “ He didn’t want drool to fall from his lips, but it did, “… No …” Tim tried to suck it back in, “… That’s t-too much …” The pinwheel rolled over his stomach, “OW, FUCK! Armie…”
Armie continued, this time taking the pinwheel to Tim’s left side.
Tim’s body jerked to the right.
“Agh!” The pins pinchpinchpinched as they rolled closer towards his left armpit.
Tim tried to yank his wrists downwards.
The tape held them in place.
“Fffffffff!”
Tim tried to say ‘fuck’ again.
Armie allowed the pinwheel to invade the depths of Tim’s right armpit, where it rolled over wet hair and clammy, soft flesh.
Tim bucked his hips up and down.
His cock smacked repeatedly against his stomach.
“Fuck… Fuck, that’s … FUCK THAT’S, FUCK. ARMIE STOP. STOP…”
Tim’s begs became demanding, but compromising …
“FUCK STOP. OKAY, STOP. STOP, WOULD YOU? COME ON? COME ON.”
Armie laughed into the back of his hand.
He kept the pinwheel there, rolling back and fourth, up and down, left to right.
Having it in the same area, deep within the same armpit, in such a painful way, became way too much for Tim to bare.
Like the feather between his thighs, this was a different type of tickling.
Tim turned his head to face the pinwheel.
He glared at it through bloodshot eyes.
He squeezed his lips shut as spit foamed around the corners of his mouth.
The veins in his head thickened as he cheeks burned red.
He didn’t want to say it.
He had done so well, up until the last day or so.
However, Armie had levelled up, just when Tim thought there were no more levels.
Tim opened his mouth, took in a huge breath and screamed at the pinwheel.
“NEW YORK!”
Tim’s safe word echoed out into the basement.
Armie took the pinwheel away from Tim’s armpit.
Tim flapped his arm around, in an attempt to release the irritating itchiness still present within the sweaty depths of his pit.
He daren’t ask Armie to solve that problem for him.
Tim coughed and turned his focus back to the metal device in Armie’s hand.
“Fuck that,” Tim muttered.
Armie raised the pinwheel towards his own face where he admired the sharpness it displayed.
“It’s a powerful thing, to make you use your safe word far quicker than the feather did yesterday…”
Tim stretched his head towards his shoulder, where he rubbed his nose against his skin.
“It hurts,” Tim muttered.
Armie rolled the device over the back of his own hand.
“You think I’m stupid?” He asked.
Tim laid his head back onto the back of the X.
“W-what?”
Armie waved the pinwheel in the air as if it were a pen.
“You just want to cum. That’s why you’ve said your safe word … So I stop with this, and continue …” Armie’s eyes rested on Tim’s twitching cock, “… With that.”
Btzzzzzzzzzz…
The cock ring continued it’s vibration.
Tim raised his eyebrows.
He kept his words to himself.
“It’s begging,” Armie confirmed, “Without actually pleading.”
Armie acknowledged the desperation in Tim’s eyes, the constant tug in his cock.
Armie placed the pinwheel back inside The Box and then made his way to the metal tray.
He placed it back down with the rest of his used tools and then returned his focus back to Tim’s arousal.
Armie picked up the bottle of baby oil and approached Tim’s cock.
He drizzled a generous amount of liquid all over Tim’s penis.
Erect and stiff, the muscle lapped up the drenched relief of further lubrication.
Tim peered over his chest once again.
He looked over at Armie with a face creased in agony.
“Come on, man … I can’t… I can’t do this any more, come on …” Tim smiled at Armie and lifted his eyebrows, “You’ve got me, man. You’ve fucking got me.”
Armie placed the bottle of baby oil back down on the floor as the liquid rolled down Tim’s erection and over the vibrating cock ring, where it sank into Tim’s balls.
I am your best friend, thought Armie.
You wouldn’t let just anyone do this.
Armie had been dressed in his white polo and black chinos, up until now.
Within the warmth of the basement, he had developed a thick layer of sweat over his back.
Armie untucked his top and then removed his polo shirt over his head.
Blonde tufts of hair now sat messed up and un-styled.
Armie slid his hand through them and then dropped the polo shirt onto the concrete.
Armie then curled his right hand around Tim’s cock.
Tim’s eyes fell over Armie’s broad shoulders, toned stomach and hairy chest.
He then lay his head back down agains the X as Armie returned to taking Tim’s erection in a tight grasp, where he slid his grip slowly up and down Tim’s throbbing arousal.
The cock ring continued it’s vibration.
“Mnn…” Tim closed his eyes.
All returning feelings gathered back into their remembered areas.
His stomach, his hips and waist … Tickled today by Armie’s devilish fingers.
The soft spot at the bottom of his spine, a newly discovered, sensitive expanse that Armie had promised himself he would explore at a later date … Now covered in goosebumps.
Tim’s toes, toes that had been sucked by Armie’s lips … Now curling at the thought of an upcoming orgasm.
Tim’s neck, once held by Armie … Now tight and displaying veins thick with anticipation.
Armie kept his right hand around Tim’s cock, where his palm and fingers rubbed over the tip of Tim’s almighty, hormonal rage …
… Tim, breathless and shaking, readied himself for the moment.
Armie’s left hand pressed against Tim’s balls.
It travelled away from the vibrating cock ring and down to Tim’s taint.
Tim gasped as Armie’s fingers gently invaded the delicate flesh between his ass.
Tim’s eyes opened as he lifted his head and stared Armie in the eye.
Armie kept his fingers where they were as he continued to roll his right palm up and down Tim’s erection.
Together, within the dark warmth of the basement, both young men communicated to each other without speaking.
Armie’s eyes asked Tim for permission.
Permission to do something exceptionally intimate, something Tim would never of allowed anyone to do before.
Tim’s eyes, catching Armie’s intense gaze, said the words ‘yes’.
As Armie continued to roll his grasp up and down Tim’s cock, his left index finger pressed against the gap between Tim’s thighs.
Then, thanks to the baby oil, Armie’s finger slid forwards, where it gently pressed against Tim’s hole.
Tim’s lips parted open as he took his eyes away from Armie.
He stared up into the candle lit darkness as he felt Armie’s finger enter him.
Bttttzzzzzz-zzzzzzzzzz …
The cock ring continued it’s vibration.
Armie continued his movements over Tim’s cock.
Whilst now also fingering Tim’s G spot.
Tim had never felt anything like this.
Every inch of his hips and waist sank into an overwhelming feeling of pure, visceral pleasure.
The very bottom of his back throbbed and throbbed and throbbed …
… His shoulders buzzed, his fingers fell numb.
Armie watched the tip of Tim’s cock glisten.
He felt the surge of orgasm race up his shaft.
Armie continued to press his finger against Tim’s prostate as his other hand rubbed and massaged and stroked and teased …
“Beg me, Tim …”
… Tim knew, if Armie were to stop now, he’d give up.
He’d leave the contract, he’d walk out the door, he’d never come back.
“P-please, Armie …”
Tim felt the race of electric shoot up his thighs.
The pressured pleasure in his back and stomach joined together, to meet that race at exactly the same time.
Tim lost his breath.
“Say my name, Tim …”
Tim’s widened his eyes.
He clenched his fists and arched his back.
“Armie…” Tim said breathlessly, “… A-Armie ...”
Tim wanted to scream, to shout out loud.
His throat tightened as his eyes watered.
“Beg me … Tim …”
Tim’s nostrils flared.
Beneath his palm, Armie acknowledged Tim’s shaft expand by an inch.
“Please!” Tim cried, “Please, fucking please let me!”
His cock, hard all this time, now stood in Armie's grip the hardest it had ever been in Tim’s twenty three years of living.
Armie took his hands away from Tim’s cock.
Tim’s head flapped forwards.
Armie kept one finger inside Tim as he watched the orgasm roll through Tim’s erection.
Tim’s penis twitched, standing to it’s fullest attention, as it’s owners eyes widened.
Tim felt his face burn read as his release took place.
He watched his erection spew out an explosion of cum as the cock ring continued it’s vibration.
It shot up past his waist and hips, over his stomach and chest, neck and face.
Some of it landed in his mouth, in his eyes.
Tim didn’t blink.
He continued to see and feel the moment, as it flooded out of him at a rate he’d never experienced before.
Armie kept his index finger deep within Tim as he watched the boy get covered by his own cum…
… And then, some more of it.
Tim arched his back and glared up at the ceiling, still unable to breathe, as his cock expelled another round.
This load landed on his thighs, on the wooden beams that made up this X, over the concrete below.
Chains clanked, candles flickered, goosebumps made themselves present.
And then Tim lowered his back.
His still rock hard cock, kept solid thanks to the vibrating cock ring, wobbled from side to side.
Tim exhaled, some drool forming under his lower lip.
Armie’s finger stayed inside Tim for a few seconds, until it slipped carefully out and then travelled cautiously over Tim’s deflating balls.
Tim swallowed down relief and then started to laugh.
“Fu-huhu-huhcckkkk! Man, that was … Th-thank you…” Tim’s voice came out hoarse, “…Th-thank you…”
Armie kept his facial expression neutral as he took Tim’s cock back in his grasp.
Tim snapped his head downward in shock.
He glared at Armie as Armie continued to jerk Tim off.
Tim twisted his hips forcefully to the right.
“N-n- …”
Tim couldn’t even say the word ‘no’.
He felt too taken back, too concerned by what seemed to be taking place next.
Armie held Tim’s cock into place and as the cock ring continued it’s vibration, Armie began to toy with the hyper-sensitive area that made up the tip of Tim’s arousal.
Tim arched his back up far higher than he had done since signing The Agreement.
The touch stung, it tickled, it hurt, all at the same time …
Tim couldn’t formulate words.
He hissed and spat.
He threw his head forwards and stared into the horrific event taking place below his waist.
Armie continued to rub Tim’s shining helm.
“FUCK!” Tim managed, “Why the fuck w-would you do that AFTER?”
Armie remained silent, unforgiving.
He tormented Tim’s cock as Tim threw his hips from side to side.
In his taped down position on the X, he’d be going nowhere.
“OH GOD STOP,” Tim’s eyes began to water, “FUCKING STOP. STOP. COME ON. COME ON!”
Armie didn’t stop.
In fact, he continued harder and faster.
Tim’s heels rubbed against the lower rungs of the X as he shook his body up and down.
“ARGHHHHHHHH…” Tim groaned into his forearm and bit down on skin.
Armie continued.
“NO MAN,” Tim cried out in anguish, “COME ON MAN, NO STOP, FUCK!”
Armie continued.
Tim felt himself go past ‘that point’ …
… Past the point he could cope.
If he said it for a third time in twenty four hours,
He’d of used all opportunities up.
Tim wrestled with the thought in his head as Armie continued to rub
And rub
And rub
And r—
“NEW YORK!”
Armie’s hands left Tim’s penis.
Tim fell onto the X in a dishevelled, pained slump.
Armie picked the remote from out of his chino pocket and pressed the off button with his thumb.
BBBTTTZZZZZZZZ — !!
The cock ring finished its vibration.
Tim lay wide eyed and shaking.
His cock, erect for over a day, flopped between his thighs and continued to droop out pre-cum.
Armie, merciless and plain faced suddenly switched from dominant controller …
… To Tim’s best friend.
“Now … That was intense,” Armie smiled.
He tidied some of Tim’s hair behind his ears and kissed him on the forehead.
Tim closed his eyes.
It felt good to feel such a gentle touch.
“Fuck …” Tim spoke breathlessly, “Wh-who even are you …”
Armie took the charger off Tim’s chest and then stepped away from the X structure.
“… Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live…” Armie ran both hands through the blondes of his hair, “…One is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then …” Armie picked scissors up from the metal tray, “… There are all those versions in between.”
Tim couldn’t lift his head.
He just unclenched stiffened toes that had been curled shut since he came.
“You’re qu … quoting f-from …”
Armie knelt down at Tim’s feet and began to cut away the tape strapping down his ankles.
“From something that made us what we are now, Tim…” Armie released Tim’s left foot first, “Now, since the start of last week, you built up your safe word three times …”
Tim pressed his sole down on warm concrete as he considered his circumstance.
“… And since the start of yesterday’s session, you said—“
Tim interrupted Armie.
“—I’ve used them up,” he huffed, “I know.”
Armie stood and then cut Tim’s left wrist free.
“You can say it again, of course,” Armie explained, “But only once. You’ve used all your additional ammo.”
With his right wrist now cut free, Tim could fully remove himself away from the wooden structure.
“Thanks for the clarification, safe-word police…” Tim shot an almost flirtatious look at Armie as his hands travelled down to his relieved, back to normal penis, “So, can I take this off now?”
Armie nodded as he pocketed the scissors.
“Let me,” he said.
Armie knelt before Tim and began to gently detach the cock ring.
Once it had slid free, Armie went to get back up …
… But Tim’s hand held onto the top of his head.
Armie glanced up, caught by surprise.
Tim’s fingers curled through the blondes of Armie’s hair.
“You are my best friend,” Tim spoke in a whisper, “You know that right?”
Armie got to his feet, but only when Tim had removed his hand from his head.
Both men stood toe to toe.
Armie looked down at Tim’s jaw.
Tim looked up at Armie’s mouth.
Armie closed his eyes and gradually moved his face towards Tim’s.
He parted his lips.
Tim felt his eyelids fall.
For a few seconds, both young men felt each other’s breath press against the back of their throat.
The space between their lips vibrated with something far more powerful than any vibration capable of buzzing out of a round piece of plastic.
Until Armie opened his eyes and took a careful step away, where he lowered his head for a brief moment and then started to walk towards the stairs, and up out of the basement …
… Leaving Tim exhausted, naked and alone, surrounded by candle light and the giant wooden X.
TCTLR continues in Chapter Fourteen - ‘Still’ …