By Firtastic
Fisher shut the door behind him and surveyed the room. It was plain, and the only door was the one he had entered. In the center of the room was a large table padded with leather, on top of which Ben was tied, spread eagled with his arms stretched taut above his head and his legs spread apart. He was naked except for his briefs, and blindfolded with a heavy piece of black cloth. He appeared to be unconscious.
There were two of Cole’s boys standing on either side of the room.
‘Leave’ Fisher demanded without taking his eyes off Ben.
The guards left immediately, closing the door behind them. Fisher was now alone with Ben. A warm rush flared up inside of him as he stared at the helpless form; the rope that secured his arms tightly above his head leaving his armpits and stomach fully exposed. He drank up the sight of Ben’s lean, gorgeous body. Most of his torso was smooth and hairless, save for the dark hair of his armpits and his cute navel which began a trail of hair which disappeared into his briefs. His eyes travelled down his legs to his bare feet, the soles of which looked smooth and soft-looking.
For a while Fisher just stared at him, until Ben began to stir. Fisher quietly moved to the side of the table, not yet wanting him to know he was there.
As Ben regained consciousness, he seemed disoriented and just lay still for a second. His head suddenly snapped up, as he realized he was tied up, and tested the rope that tied him – first pulling at his wrists, then his legs. Then he bucked his body, as much as he could, and violently tried to break loose.
‘Lemme go! I can’t see-where am I? Let me GO!’
Fisher enjoyed watching the handsome teen struggle, pulling at the ropes to no avail. He reached down and yanked the blindfold off of Ben’s face in one swift motion. Ben focused his eyes for a second and looked up into Fisher’s smiling face.
‘Hello, Ben.’
‘Fisher?’ Ben’s look of confusion turned to anger. ‘You set me up! You ratted me out to Cole!’
‘Yes. You shouldn’t have crossed me. Cole and I have worked out a little arrangement that will benefit both of us.’
Ben stopped struggling and lay back, his eyes closed in dread. ‘You idiot. Do you have any idea what he’s going to do to me?’
Fisher smiled, still staring at Ben. ‘Nothing. He’s letting me take care of the punishment.’
Ben opened his eyes and stared at him in disbelief. ‘You? Why? You’re taking this way too far. It’s your own fault Mickey fired you-‘
‘SHUT UP!’ Fisher yelled. He drew back his fist as if to strike. Ben recoiled, but didn’t take his eyes off Fisher’s. Fisher lowered his hand. ‘No. It was your fault. And now it’s payback time.’
Ben started breathing quicker, obviously thinking he was going to be beaten.
Fisher enjoyed this moment, wanting Ben to think that was what was going to happen. In truth, he had something completely different in mind. Back when Ben was a newbie on the team, Jill had playfully poked Ben under the arm at one of their meetings. Ben had shouted out laughing, and fell out of his chair in sudden reaction. From then on, Fisher had known he was badly ticklish. And he planned to take full advantage of that that tonight.
Fisher leaned over Ben’s immobile body, and their eyes locked. Ben’s clear brown orbs revealed his apprehension and dread. He flinched slightly as Fisher lowered his hands to hover just above his chest. He leaned forward, grinning. ‘Are you ticklish, Ben?’
Ben’s eyes widened in fear, his cute face turning white.
Without waiting for an answer, Fisher placed both hands on his ribs and started massaging up and down his sensitive sides.
‘What…no NO! Ahaha! Sto-NOOAHAHAH!!’ Ben immediately started struggling against his bonds to elude Fisher’s probing fingers. Fisher smiled as Ben laughed and squirmed, moving slowly up Ben’s ribs.
When he got almost up to his armpits, Fisher noticed that all the muscles in his arms were straining and bulging, striving to pull his arms free of their bonds, and his lips were drawn, showing his clenched teeth. Looks like that’s his weak spot, Fisher thought to himself. Not wanting to get his pits just yet, he changed direction and moved his fingers over his chest and down to his stomach.
He poked and scrabbled his fingers over Ben’s stomach, drawing much hysterical laughter and thrashing about from his captive. Fisher’s eyes found Ben’s bellybutton. It was an innie, and the flesh around its edges and down inside it looked very soft and smooth. His fingers approached the belly button and slowly started to tickle all around its edges. ‘Is this tickling you Ben?’ Fisher teased.
Ben managed to subdue his laughter enough to yell ‘No! Not there! Don’t, please don’t, plea-NO! ahAHAH!!! Fisher had taken a finger and inserted it into the smooth hollow in the center of his beautiful stomach, and wiggled it around with excruciating thoroughness. Fisher thought Ben was going to go through the roof. He rocked insanely on the table, threw his head back, and howled like an animal. He was still begging, but his hysterical laughter made it hard to understand him. Fisher laughed at his reaction, and continued to poke and probe in his belly button.
“Aaahh!! Ohgod! Nooo! Stop, sto-no! NO! Ahahahahahaha!!”
‘Not so smart now, are you?’ With his free hand Fisher reached out and resumed tickling his ribs while still drilling his bellybutton. Ben screamed between gales of laughter, thrashing his head from side to side, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth wide open.
When he thought he’d had enough of that, Fisher withdrew his hands. Ben’s laughter ceased, though he was panting heavily. ‘Please…no more…no tickling…please….’
Fisher just laughed. Not wanting to give Ben a break, he moved down to the end of the table, next to Ben’s feet. Ben raised his head, his eyes wide and pleading. ‘No! Fisher, don’t! PLEASE!’
Fisher grinned at him in response and began running his fingers over the sensitive soles and again Ben went into hysterics. He laughed and yelled and spluttered, trying to beg Fisher.
“OH OH OHH NOOO…HA HA HAHAH!!! OH GOD, STOP!! HA HA HAAA!!PLEA-NO…OH GOD, NOOOOO!! HA HA HAA!!!”
Fisher began moving his fingertips even faster along Ben’s bare soles. He raked mercilessly with his fingernails along the tender arches, moving up to the unbearably sensitive area under his toes. Ben was going absolutely ape shit, yanking frantically at his bonds and howling like an animal. He flailed his feet wildly, desperately trying to move his feet away from the merciless fingers. Fisher grinned to himself, not believing his luck. Ben was way more ticklish than he’d suspected. And he had the whole fucking night!
Fisher continued tickling his feet for a good while. Eventually he stopped, only because he badly wanted to get Ben on his weak spot.
When his fingers finally moved away from the twitching flesh on the bottoms of his feet, Ben’s agonized laughter and sputtering ceased and his head fell back again, breathing hard as if he’d just run a marathon. His face was red, and his hair was matted to his forehead with sweat. ‘Please…no…no more…please….fisher….let me go…’
Fisher smiled as he stared into his eyes and moved from the foot of the table back to Ben’s torso. ‘Ben, we haven’t even started yet.’
Time to get him in the armpits, Fisher mused. He climbed up on the table and sat on Ben’s groin, straddling his hips snugly. Ben tensed immediately, and looked terrified again. Through his sweaty hair his sharp brown eyes stared straight into Fisher’s, and Fisher saw that Ben knew that Fisher knew exactly where he was most ticklish, and what was about to come.
‘Fisher, no more! Please. You’re right, it was my fault. I’m sorry, please let me go! It was all my fault, I’m sorry!’
Fisher sat with his arms crossed, looking down into Ben’s upturned pleading face. ‘I’m glad to hear you say that Ben.’ Ben seemed to relax, thinking he had gotten through to him. Fisher smiled. ‘But that doesn’t change anything.’
Wiggling his fingers in the air, he slowly began to move his hands down toward his defenseless armpits. Ben’s eyes followed his hands, and in dread of what was about to happen, he jerked his body and yelled. ‘No! NO!’
Fisher lowered his fingers and started lightly tracing the insides of his armpits, stroking the sweat-dampened tufts and running his fingertips all along the inside edges, and Ben started screaming.
This was a moment Fisher would never forget, as Ben bucked and thrashed so violently beneath his ass that he was almost thrown off. And he hadn’t even really started yet! He was only lightly stroking the outsides of the pits!
“Oh shit! Not there! Not the-NO! Hahahahahahahahahaha! Stop! Hahahahaha! Oh God! Nooooooo! Aagghahahahah! Hahahahahaha!”
Fisher stopped for a few seconds, to brace himself more firmly on Ben’s hips. His chest was heaving and glistening, and he was sweating heavily from his dark hairy pits. Shaking his head desperately he pleaded with Fisher, his eyes fearful and teary from laughter. ‘Shit, fisher PLEASE! NO!’
Using his index fingers, Fisher gently stroked Ben’s upper arms, on the sides of his straining biceps, slowly dragging his fingertips closer and closer to his armpits. When he finally reached his pits and lightly dragged his fingertips through the soft sweaty hair, Ben shrieked and tugged hard at the restraints, his muscles bulging.
He pressed his index fingers into the slick pit hair and torturously massaged the sensitive skin which lay beneath, prodding his wiggling index fingers deeper and deeper, violating his most ticklish spot.
“NO!! PLEASE, NO! AHH AHHH AAHAHAHA … N-N-NOOO … !! NOT THE-NOT THERE PLEA-NO ! NOT LIKE TA-AAAH-HA-HAAAT … OH GOD … PLEE-HEE-HEEASE!!”
Fisher was lost in pleasure. His fingers were getting wet from Ben’s sweat, as they probed and glided through his deep armpits, not missing a spot. Ben’s sweaty body bucked and twisted beneath Fisher, as he shrieked and laughed uncontrollably. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was stretched wide open, jerking his head from side to side causing droplets of sweat to fly from his matted hair. He couldn’t beg anymore, so hysterical was his laughter.
Fisher though about tickling elsewhere for a while, but he enjoyed the view from where he was. He was getting a good close up of Ben’s torment, and he decided to keep going. He changed tact occasionally. He would lightly stroke Ben’s left pit while digging in roughly in his right pit. Then he would revert back to drilling both with all his fingers, sliding through the wet pit hair. At one point Fisher tried something different. While using both hands to furiously tickle his left armpit, he leaned in and engulfed Ben’s right armpit in his mouth, pushing his tongue into the deep hollow, greedily licking and nibbling through the sweaty hair to the warm helpless flesh beneath. This caused Ben to scream louder than ever, his agonized laughter becoming mixed with shrieking and incoherent babbling.
Fisher was having the time of his life. Licking the salty sweat from his lips, he laughed. ‘Who’s the big player now?’
Firtastic