The Bad Boy BxB

Boundaries (4)

Caleb

Ugh, that little bitch-face. That fucking evil little ass-hole. The fucking demented psycho. I can't fucking believe he's seriously this fucked up. He's seriously coming over to my own fucking house to fucking tickle me, of all things. Of fucking course, that's all he wants from me. Out of every single damn thing he could have said, he picks that. Just my fucking luck. But I guess if this had to happen anyway, I might as well try to get ready...

"Hey there," the dumb-ass greeted with a smug grin that showed his perfect teeth (that I just wanted to brush with my fist, right now...), "may I come in?" "You're not welcome, here," I told him angrily, wishing I could slam the door and be done with this bull shit. "Let's just get this over with, I don't want it to take any longer than it has to," I grumbled, realizing that I would really come to regret wearing a muscle shirt, today...

Aiken

I was so excited to do this. I could not believe that this was real. I was really going to tickle the shit out of Caleb. This was going to be great! God, and he's even in a tank top... Wow. I don't think I've ever noticed his muscles this clearly, before... God, that's hot... His muscles are perfect... "Stop staring at me like that!" The young god shouted, turning his body away from me. "It's creepy..." "Sorry," I smirked, "I was just... Thinking." He made an odd face as I said that and winked at him. He knew I was mentally undressing him.

I loved the feeling of pinning Caleb to his bed. It gave me the illusion of physical power. I know that I am weak, but when I can pretend... Having such a gorgeous body beneath me... It was just wonderful. If only it could last...

"Nahahahat like that," he giggled as my skilled fingers commenced in their gentle torture after having bound his wrists with the same cuffs as before. They teased and tormented his gorgeous torso, focusing on the slight curve of his sides that seemed to be just somewhat more sensitive than the rest of the side.

"That's it, laugh for me," I commanded lustfully, robotically, as my fingers made quick work of his belly. His lip was quivering between his teeth as he failed at resisting to let out his beautiful laughter I so desperately craved. I had desperate, lust-filled wishes, but they could wait. I had a system. I had a plan. I couldn't be so weak as to deviate on the first day. I could be strong.

My wiggling fingers danced without mercy atop his muscular, bare tummy the moment I lifted the hem of his shirt to reveal his soft, gorgeous, pink skin. His giggling had turned to quiet laughter, the ticklish feeling having worn off just slightly because of the haste of my initial attack; a mistake I would not be making, again. 

"Gahahahad, whyhyhyhy?" Caleb asked, pleading for mercy as my fingers dug into the sensitive spot on his ribs, clearly driving him wild. "Because, my dear, I can," I answered, just to anger him further. I knew he already hated me. Why should I bother trying to change that? It was way too late to fix things, I knew. But that didn't matter, at the moment. All that mattered now was the wiggling, giggling body beneath me. 

"P-please," he squeaked, flinching as I poked one finger in his bare armpit. I hadn't even started tickling, yet, and he was trembling beneath me. He was desperate for mercy. The torture hadn't yet begun, but he knew it would. He knew what was coming.

I poked my other finger into his other pit, feeling him flinch and tremble beneath me; seeing the sweat begin to bead on his forehead; hearing the occasional nervous whimper. I had to admit, I was absolutely adoring this. I had Caleb terrified; unable to escape my clutches. This was wonderful. I loved it. But, the torture did have to start at some point.