SHORTS NO. 6 - ‘Tricked And Tickled’
Somewhere in Australia …
“Look into the camera and tell us your name, age, occupation and why you’re doing this,” ordered Russell.
Paul sat naked on a leather stool with his legs suspended above his head.
His ankles were locked into a spreader bar nailed to a leather wall.
His wrists were secured to the same spreader bar, his hands poking out through the tight holes besides each bare foot.
“My name is Paul Mescal,” he grunted, his thighs wedged up against his chest, his knees almost pressing against his biceps, “I’m twenty eight years old,” he huffed, “I’m an actor and … I’m doing this …” he glanced up at his bondage, his Irish accent thick and unapologetically strong, “… Because I want, no … I need the role in Gladiator II …”
Russell smirked, “There’s a good pup,” he held an electric massager in his right hand, “I’m glad you understand that there’s no way I’d let just anyone star in a franchise made successful simply because of me …” he narrowed his eyes into Paul’s spread apart legs, taking in the fine details of Paul’s hairless balls, his flaccid, chunky cock and tiny exposed butt hole, “… Now, act like the little bitch you are and try to get out of your bondage, so the audience watching this behind the camera can see how tightly restrained you are …”
Paul did as he was told - he looked into the camera lens and started to squirm; he picked up a sweat as he tried to pull his hands and feet through the spreader bar above, but the bar was so well fixed to the wall in a straight line that it became evidentially clear that no matter how hard he tugged, pulled, pushed or exerted himself - he would be going absolutely nowhere …
Paul’s butt squeaked over the leather as he bit his lower lip and scowled directly at Russell.
“I can’t get out,” he admitted, “I’m stuck.”
Russell grinned as he adjusted the camera stand, “Only the best equipment, for the most gorgeous looking set of legs in Hollywood …”
Russell had been wanting to get his hands on Paul ever since he had seen the pap shots of Paul wearing short shorts whilst out running in east London parks or handling daily errands on cobbled streets, “… Let’s get a better look at these beauties …” he had grown additionally excited by Paul’s toned thighs and shapely calves the more he had seen Paul baring them on the red carpet or at fashion events, “… You know how much the internet loves them, Mescal, I can see it in your face …”
Paul blushed as Russell knelt between his thighs, “… What can I say, I’ve got good legs …” he winced in a short whisper of breath as Russell stroked his taint with his fingertips, his dom’s intense stare taking in each muscle, each knee cap, each curl of hair sprouting from his shins.
“Remember,” Russell switched on the electric massager, “Just because you’re not a homo, doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself …” he then pressed the electric massager against Paul’s butt hole and gently rubbed it across his smooth taint and juicy, round balls.
As the sound of buzzing filled the room, Paul’s eyelashes fluttered shut, the vibration from the electric massager sending shivers down his spine as his cock began to stiffen.
“Hey,” Paul kept his eyes closed as he reluctantly felt his cock bulge into a more solid lump, “No funny business. This is just me tied up for a bit, like we agreed …” Paul had some excitement soaked within his voiced concern, something he noticed straight away - so, he cleared his throat and tried to sound more serious, “… I mean it …” he growled, his cock now wedging out into a thick stretch.
“Did you hear what I just said?” Russell journeyed the massager up to the base of Paul’s now strongly erect cock, “Let go, enjoy it, you clearly are, you’re as hard as anything …” Russell’s Australian accent purred into the humidity surrounding him as he watched Paul’s cock lift into a confidently high stand, “… How does that feel, Mescal?”
Paul opened his eyes, unaware of how much they were watering, “It’s the vibrations,” if he could shrug, he would, “Nothing more. It’s a normal reaction …” he licked his lips, as if tasting the lie, “… Don’t give yourself too much credit,” he eyed Russell playfully.
As Paul’s cock twitched and throbbed, Russell placed the electric massager on the floor and picked out a bottle of massage oil from his bag of tools.
“May I?” He nodded down at Paul’s erection.
Paul pressed his lips together and turned his face away from Russell.
“If you must,” he consented.
Russell did not hesitate in pouring a generous puddle of oil into his right palm.
He placed the bottle on the floor and clapped his hands together just once - he then knelt between Paul’s thighs, curled his hands around Paul’s cock as if it were the handle of a sword, and slowly started to massage it.
Paul twisted his head around to face Russell once again - he knew why he was so aroused by his circumstance - seeing the now overweight and thirsty Russell worship him in the way he currently was confirmed to Paul just how much he was lusted after … The original Gladiator actor, once highly acclaimed and now reduced to a depraved, high paying pervert, literally could not keep his hands off him, and this turned Paul on in ways he could not describe.
“You like my legs and cock, don’t you, old man?” Paul tested the boundaries with a little bit of verbal play, “Are you jealous, that I get to experience what you experienced all over again? The fame, the attention, the role of a lifetime?” Paul widened his jaw as Russell ran the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock, informing Paul that his words might have meant he had gone too far …
Russell had now stroked Paul’s erection into a glistening, pulsating stance - Paul practically shuddered as Russell let go of his cock and picked out some additional elements from his tool bag, “Let’s make things a little more interesting, shall we …”
Paul snorted as he gestured to how he was splayed out, “Aren’t things interestin’ enough!”
Russell revealed a blindfold and a ball gag, “There’s always room for more …” he then approached Paul, who had started to shuffle closer towards the wall he sat squashed up against.
“Oh, that’s takin’ the mickey,” Paul had no choice but to allow Russell to attach the blindfold to his face, “This film better be worth it …” everything went black as the blindfold covered his eyes.
Russell unclipped the ball gag, “You have no idea what I’m about to do, do you?” He then stuffed the gag into Paul’s mouth before he could protest.
“—Mphh!—”, Paul looked uselessly from side to side as Russell’s words instilled an element of worry in the depths of his mind, “—Mnn uhh?” His teeth clenched around the red ball of plastic as the sound of the electric massager continued to fill the room.
Paul jolted as he felt the smooth bulb that made up the electric massagers head return to his oiled up erection; he threw his face forwards as the massager rubbed across his shaft and over the tip of his arousal, where it then landed on his stomach and travelled up towards his left nipple.
Paul wriggled in his bondage, his underarms open and vulnerable in a way he had only just realised might be cause for concern.
Thankfully, the electric massager moved past his armpits and travelled over to his left leg, where it generously massaged across the landscape that made up the size of his thigh - this felt rather nice, it turned Paul on even more and it helped dull the ache that came along with having his legs pinned so high above him - of course Russell would return to his legs, after all, they appeared to be his favourite part of Paul …
“Mnn … Mnn …”
Russell picked out a vibrator from his bag of tools - the vibrator was bright pink, small and friendly, with a narrower end to its wider base - he pressed it teasingly against Paul’s hole, nudging it inward with enough polite force to make Paul think it would enter him, but of course it remained outside of Paul’s tightness, leaving Paul flustered, confused, staring into darkness, begging for it to happen whilst also urging for it not to happen …
Paul trembled in relief as the vibrator made its way, along with the electric massager, up his right leg - both vibrations from each tool sent goosebumps across his right thigh, causing him to bite harder into the ball gag wedged between his teeth.
“—Mpph!—”
Suddenly, Paul felt both tools arrive at the soles of his feet.
He squealed into his gag like a piglet and immediately used the fingers of his hands to protect the bottoms of each foot, for they were exceptionally ticklish, a highly sensitive area that Paul rarely allowed anyone to touch.
Paul hoped that the tease across his soles would be momentary, a playful act that would last no longer than a few seconds, however the massager remained pressed against the bottom of his left foot, the vibrator pressed against the bottom of his right - they rolled from his heels to his toes, they refused to move no matter how much Paul flapped them away - this unrelenting presence caused Paul to automatically and naturally flex and twist his feet in various directions, in an attempt to escape each tool, a strong bellow of shriek-ish giggles now slamming against his ball gag.
“—Mnnn mnn mnnph mnnph nnn mnnph mnnnpnnnph sttttt!, mmmmn mnnnm mnnggg gaahhh mnnn mnn! Gaggahahaaaaa mnnn mnnphhh!—”
Russell now stood beside Paul’s feet and toyed with them using both the electric massager and vibrator, as if they were wands creating magic.
“You’re gonna wish you never spoke …” Russell warned.
Paul pointed all ten of his toes into the ceiling as the tools continued to press vibrations into the bottoms of his feet, “—Mmnn! Mnnn! Mphh! Mhh, sssstttt, ssssst!—,” he clenched his fists into balls as his face boiled a fierce pink, “—Mnn! Mnn! Mnn!—”, -he had been tricked! And now he was being tickled against his will - this was no video where he would be tied up and made to struggle, this was some kind of purposeful torment …
Paul’s dribbled giggles turned high pitched; saliva bubbled around the sides of his ball gag, his eyes widened behind the blindfold, “—Mnn! Mphh! Mmnn, mnnphh, mnnppphh, sssst!—”, his toes curled and scrunched as his feet stretched from side to side, his hands doing their very best to conceal the ticklish, soft landscape that made up the bottoms of each foot, but the electric massager and vibrator always succeeded in driving him wild, “—Mnn! Mphh! Mmnn, mnnphh, mnnppphh, sssst!—”, travelling across the sides of his feet if his arches were hidden by his hands, or the base of his toes if his hands then had to jump to the sides of his feet, or his heels if his hands had to jump over his toes …
Paul’s already toned stomach had now shaped into defined abs, sweat gathered across each cheek and his mouth had twisted into an always present grin with a ball gag contained between, “—Mnn! Mphh! Mmnn, mnnphh, mnnppphh, sssst!—”, his ankles and wrists were clamped above him in a straight line, he had no give within his squirming, all he could do was bend his knees and flex his fingers and toes into manic splays or curled up clenches - his giggles were now full on screams, his screams always contained behind the gag.
“I want to hear that hysteria …” Russell drooled, reaching over to Paul’s gag were he yanked it out of his mouth and allowed it to hang around his neck like the chain he always wore when filming Normal People.
Paul wasted no time in expressing his dire resentment towards his dom, who had now brazenly taken the role of his tickler, “Stop, not my feet!—”, he hated how much he giggled without being able to control it, “—I can’t take it, lemme go!—”, he heaved between each beg, his sneer now animalistic as his feet continued to writhe under the vibrations from each tool, “I, I can’t move! You’re killing me!—”, even though it had only been a few minutes since Paul had been taken by surprise, he was already mind blown, already tickled beyond his limit.
“You think you’re getting this role easy?” Russell scoffed, the tools now working the bases and betweens of Paul’s ten toes, “No, my little pup, you’re going to have to work for it, I’m going to keep you here for hours …” Paul’s feet twisted with an intense strength that made Russell’s eyes widen in admiration, “… Never had your feet tickled like this before, have you, Mescal?”
Paul shook his head and glared up at Russell, unable to see him through the blindfold, but the meaning behind his glare was most certainly there, “—Grrraaaaagghhh!—”, his nostrils flaring as the shriek-like giggles continued to squeal out of his mouth, “—Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase, no, no, nooooo!—”, he whined as his feet rolled in the air, they twisted and turned, they did their very best to move away from the vibrator and electric massager but the spreader bar kept everything in place, “—Don’t tickle me, not when I can’t stop you, this is fuckin’ torture!—”, Paul only had some light relief that his hands were locked so closely beside each foot - this allowed him to still try and protect his ultra ticklish soles with the determined stretch of all ten fingers and thumbs, but it wasn’t enough to fully conceal their ticklishness, keeping Paul in a physically restricted and mentally binding odyssey of unbearable ticklish horror.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon, Russell tried all kinds of tools on Paul, loaned to him by the elusive tickle cult, The House of White Feathers - he found the seagull feather fluttering across his taint and cock kept Paul’s erection stiff, so much so that Russell was sure he saw a drop of pre cum arrive at the tip of Paul’s arousal, amongst the constant shrieks, screams and relentless giggles.
“—Noahahahahahaha ssstoahahahahahap oahahahahahaha this isn’t righahahahahahahahahaht pleaaaehehehahahahahahahahaheeeease stop I’ll do anythingahahahahahahahahahahahaha!—”
Then there was the electric toothbrush between the toes - thank god Russell had the studio sound proofed - Paul shouted so loud for help that Russell had no choice but to return the ball gag to his mouth, muffling the begging and the pleading behind plastic as the sharpness of the electric toothbrushes bristles continued to whizz, spin and buzz between the long, curling lengths of Paul’s hyper ticklish toes …
“—Mnnn mnn mnnph mnnph nnn mnnph mnnnpnnnph sttttt!, mmmmn mnnnm mnnggg gaahhh mnnn mnn! Gaggahahaaaaa mnnn mnnphhh!—”
Feet as ticklish as Paul’s had to be explored by the hairbrush - this created a commanding force of growl-like reactions from Paul who looked like all ounce of energy contained behind the boil of his flesh might explode out of his face as soon as the plastic bristles made their glide across the arch of his left foot and his left foot only - sadly, The House of White Feathers had only provided one brush, meaning that Russell would have to torment Paul’s right foot with the vibration from the electric massager in his other hand.
Each scrub from the brush caused Paul to stiffen and thrash, his now flaccid cock, made to limpen thanks to the severity of distraction bubbling in the depths of his mind, would flop around his stomach and bounce across his navel as he did his best to jump and jolt in his bondage, his legs still expertly contained above his head within the line of spreader bar fixed against the wall - Russell would action a hard scrub to the left, then to the right - he could practically see Paul’s ferocious glare behind the blindfold still covering his eyes.
Whilst The House of White Feathers had underestimated the use of two hairbrushes instead of one, they had instead gifted Russell with two electric toothbrushes, as well as a roll of tape.
Russell succeeded in transforming Paul into a babbling, desperate shambles by taping an electric toothbrush across the bottom of each foot, whilst leaning the electric massager against his taint - Russell then knelt before Paul and reached across his torso, where he wiggled his fingers into his underarms, his fingernails scribbling and scratching into the very depths of Paul’s pits.
For this, Russell had to see the look on Paul’s face - he removed the blindfold and the ball gag, now fully able to witness Paul’s expression; his cheeks were a beetroot colour, his grin pained and wide, his teeth clenched together as he squealed, hissed, panted and huffed, giggled, shrieked, spat and heaved, creases now forming at either sides of his eyes, his eyebrows always raised into a high arch, the electric massager pressed against his taint once again stiffening his chunky cock into a fully erect and throbbing stand.
“—pleasepleasepleasepleasestopstopstopstopstsssstopstttopsssstoppleeeheheheheheheheheheeheheheheheheheheheease stopsstop, pleasepleasepleasepleasestopstopstopstopstsssstopstttopsssstoppleeeheheheheheheheheheeheheheheheheheheheease stopsstop, pleasepleasepleasepleasestopstopstopstopstsssstopstttopsssstoppleeeheheheheheheheheheeheheheheheheheheheease stopsstop!—”
Just when Paul thought he might cum, Russell tilted the electric massager away from his cock and allowed Paul to gasp and grunt in distress, his anger at a orgasm denied suddenly overwhelmed by a different kind of relief as Russell switched off the electric toothbrushes, signalling an end to the three hours of tickle torment Paul had been made to endure.
As Paul struggled to catch his breath, his blue eyes taking in the sight of his erection decreasing in size, Russell dropped his tools into his bag and zipped it up.
“I’m not jealous of anyone, you little prick …” Russell declared.
He then left Paul restrained, reminded and repulsed, his heavy, sweaty head lifting over his wheezing chest as he watched Russell leave the room, only for another figure to arrive in his place, a figure that had decided to wear the mask of a Clown …
