Gay Erotic Stories

“If you can make me tell you the combination, everything inside is yours.”

“What’s in the box?”

“Everything.”

“Everything?”

“Yes.”

Let me back up a little. I met Tommy about a year ago at Theo’s game shop. You know the kind, board games, card games, role playing books, comic books, adult fare in the back, etc. Theo had told me about this guy that had started coming around a few days before. He was really naive about the world at large, but at the same time very intelligent and knew what he was looking for. Tommy was always chatting up the crowd at the back of the shop especially if there was talk of tickling. So I came in one night and waited for him.

Now I’m very selective of whom I “play” with. I have always followed three simple rules. One must be of age. This is a big one. If he is not of legal age, it doesn’t happen. Two, must be ticklish. I hate the guys who say they’re ticklish, but turn out to be just slightly and then you really have to work at it. Mind you, I don’t mind a little work if the payoff is good, but if it takes me half an hour to get one giggle out of you, you’re history. Three, mutual respect. I ask that of all my friends, those who can’t, hike. I guess that is why I have only three or four really good ones and a few whom I count as associates.

Anyway, about 8:30pm, Tommy came in. Now he was cute to say the least. About 5'6", slim build but defined, shoulder length dark blond hair (mostly in his face), dark green eyes, and a great smile. This night he wore an orange tight muscle tee with black letters which stated on the front, “Tie me tight and...” and on the back “Tickle me all night.”, smiley face boxers hanging out the top of his baggy tan cargo shorts, and clean bright white Nike mids with loose-laced orange laces untied. After a few minutes, Theo walked over to him and the two of them came over to me. Theo introduced us and I could immediately see Tommy was excited, like a puppy with a new toy, he was just trembling all over. Theo showed us to his office in the back. I had told him I wanted to talk to Tommy before deciding anything. Theo left and closed the door behind him.

“Sit.” Tommy immediately squatted on the floor knees to chin, forehead resting on his knees, and hands behind his back. “Why did you not sit in the chair?”

“Slaves are not allowed to sit on the good chairs, sir,” pulling his head up and looking at me.

“Whose slave are you?”

“No one’s now, sir. My last master let me go, he said I was too much work and he had others he liked better.”

“Where is he now?”

“Denver, sir.”

The conversation continued like this for several minutes. I learned he was 23, 7 years my junior, and had been with his former master only two months before he was let go. He had no family to speak of, he was orphaned at ten when his father was sent to prison for murder. Tommy bounced from one foster home to another until he was 18 and thrown out by the last family as a special birthday present. He lived on the streets of Phoenix for about two months until he was taken in by his first master. He then bounced from master to master as each one was not willing to invest the time in him. He came to Akron on a whim, hoping to find something, anything. He was currently living in a rat hole apartment and working at a local fast food restaurant. Okay, okay, sob story, but from him it rang true, you could see it in his eyes and face. I told him to stand and I ran a hand over his chest, the giggles which exploded from him were thunderous, I also found he had small nipple piercings.

“What part of your body is not ticklish.”

“Nowhere, sir, I am very ticklish everywhere. Please let me be yours, master.”

I told him to sit on the chair and remove his shoes. He did and the ankle socks he was wearing were plastered to his feet with sweat and the aroma was quite intoxicating. I sat beside him and took his shoes and looked them over. They were size 8, clean, but very damp, he admitted his feet sweat a lot. I reached down and took his left foot in my hands and he again almost exploded with laughter. I realized at that moment he had been tickled hard growing up and now craved it desperately. I peeled his sock off and examined his foot, it was clean, but very damp and there was sock fuzz between his toes, but no fungus or anything, I did the same to his right foot. His feet were very soft and fleshy, his toes plump and his heels smooth.

“Stand up and remove your shirt and cargo shorts.” He complied quickly and I saw he was pierced at the belly button as well. I told him to turn around and he did very slowly. I then asked him to drop his boxers and hand me all his clothes. He did and he stood there with his hands behind his head, legs apart. I could see he had a “Prince Albert” hole in his semi-erect fat cock, but no ring.

“Where’s your Albert ring?”

“I can’t wear it at work, it rubs against everything and I start sporting wood.”

I rummage through his clothes while he was standing there. In his wallet was a Colorado driver’s license, ten one-dollar bills, and a week old pawn ticket for a guitar. In another pocket a single door key, no ring, just a key. He mumbled that’s about all he had, except for a couple of “toys” and the rest of his clothes. I told him to put back on his cargo shorts, shoes and shirt and to wait for me here. I pick up his socks and boxers and walk out the door. Theo was standing at the counter of the now empty store. The clock on the wall showed 11:30.

“And?”

“Theo, he is very needy. I’m not sure I want the responsibility.”

“There’s always Butch and Rodney, they’re always looking...”

I stood there looking out the window, thinking. “I hate you. Alright, I’ll take him, but he needs a new job. Does Ernie still need a stock boy?”

“When doesn’t he, send him over there tomorrow morning, I’ll tell Ernie tonight. You letting him move in?”

“Yes, he can have the apartment over the garage. He’ll pay the rent, my way.”

Theo smiled, “I knew you would take him. I’m always right, you know.”

“Yes, but you’re mine Saturday.”

“Fuck, YEAH.!”

I walked back into the office and Tommy was again seated on the floor. I told him to stand and we left. I first took him to his apartment and we picked up everything, it fit into a paper grocery sack with room to spare. We then went to my house. I took him to his new apartment over the garage and told him I would start collecting on the rent tomorrow evening.

Fast Forward. Ernie gave him a job and with a little hard work, he was an assistant manager in three months, Ernie was very pleased with him. I got his guitar out of hock and found he wasn’t a bad musician. Rent collection was a real blast. Tommy was so ticklish, his cock was always drooling, and he was always ready for anything. He calmed down quite a bit after the first few weeks. He became more of a little brother to me and usually after a good session, we would sit and talk about his past. He was really messed up in some respects.

Now that we’re up to speed, I’ll continue.

Tommy was lying there waiting, the box really intrigued me.

“Tommy, what is in the box?”

“Everything.”

I walk over and put the box on the counter. I placed a finger on his lips and traced them, “What is in the box?”

Licking my finger, “Everything, and I want you to know, it won’t be easy to get that combination from me. No holds barred, everything and anything goes.”

I looked at Tommy, he was wearing a black wife beater, 501s, black boxer peeked out the top, and his cowboy boots. I decided to begin, it was the only way, I was going to get to the bottom of the mystery.

I slapped his face and pits a few times demanding him to tell me. He was quite belligerent with his language. I then ripped his shirt off and began tickling his smooth exposed skin.

“Oh FUCK, NO! Stop! Please! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....”gasping for breath.

“What is the combo?”

“Never! HAHAHAHAHAHA...”

This continued for several minutes. I then reached into a drawer of the table and pulled out a pair of carabineers and attached them to his large nipple rings. I then pulled over two sets of chains and pulleys, which were suspended from the ceiling, and hooked the chains to each carabineer. The other end of each chain was attached to a metal basket. Basket and chain weighed about 5lbs. I then moved over a cart with lots metal washers and nuts of various sizes and weights. I began by putting about 5 more pounds in the baskets. Tommy cringed and started moaning. I then began tickling him again.

“SHIT (giggle), THAT (giggle) HURTS, (giggle) MOTHERFUCKER!” Between each word was the hysterical giggling I had grown to love. The questioning continued for a little while with me adding a washer here or a nut there. He was really sweating and swearing, but not giving up any information.

I reached over and picked up a pair of tin snips and cut the buttons off his 501s, and reached in and pulled his cock out. His ring stood proud on his engorging cock. I reached into the drawer again and pulled another carabineer out and attached it to a chain-like the other two, except the other end was attached to a hand winch. Each click of the winch pulled the chain 1/4 of an inch. I stretched his cock upward slightly raising his ass off the table.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.”

I then resumed ticking him unmercifully. He was crying now and his giggles were getting even more hysterical. I cut his jeans off and began tickling his thighs. His movements were causing the nipple baskets to swing wildly and yet he would not tell me anything, except that I was a fucking whore and he hated me.

I went down to his feet and pulled off his boots, underneath he was wearing his heavy grey sweat socks, and he must have been wearing these for several days, they were rank and his feet really stank. I began by tickling his feet through his ripe socks, he was bouncing on the table for all its worth.

“HAHAHAHAHHAHA, PLEASE STOP, (giggle, giggle) HAHAHAHAHA, SHIT, PLEASE.”

“Combo?”

“Fuck you, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA BASTARD!”

This went on for a while. I then removed his socks and began tickling his feet first with my fingers and then with some on my other toys, toothbrush, comb, brush, dried corn cob, cotton swabs, and my tongue. The last elicited a squeal only a dog could have heard. His cock was leaking pre-cum like mad and I went up and started licking it up, with my hands, I reached into his boxers and pulled out his balls and was tracing little circles on them with my pinky nail.

Moaning Tommy said. “Please, (giggle) stop, my cock (giggle) feels like it is being HAHAHAHA ripped out and my HAHAHAH (giggle, giggle) nipples feel like they (giggle, giggle, giggle) are on fire and my nuts can’t (giggle) HAHAHAHA (giggle) take it anymore.”

“Combo?”

“EAT SHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

I continue licking and tickling until he was grunting and I felt his nuts draw up. He shot his wad in great ropes and then laid there like dead. I wasted no time, but went immediately to his feet and began licking his toes and soles for all I was worth. Again he was bouncing around, screaming and laughing. His cock was again drooling and he had tears on his cheek.

I continued this routine of tickle upper body, thighs, feet, slurp cock and tickle nuts, lick feet until there was no more cum in him and he was about to pass out.

I stopped to rest then and he looked at me and croaked, “Do you love me?”

I took his sweat drenched head in my hands and replied, “Like a brother.”

With tears in his eyes, “44L 87R 23L 97R”

I walked over to the box and worked the combination; I could here Tommy’s breath as it came in ragged gasps. The lock opened and I lifted the lid. Inside was a plain white envelope, inside that was the following:

“I, Tommy D., being of sound body and tickle-fucked mind do hereby declare the following:

1. I am now the permanent property of original holder of this letter, hereafter called my master, 2. As property of my master, I declare everything I own or may acquire my master’s property. 3. I declare, without reservations, my master’s total control of my mind, my body, and my energy.

Signed Tommy D.”

I walked over to Tommy and unhooked him from everything, sat him up and held him tightly.

“You did not have to do this Tommy, I want you to be free.”

“I am free when I am with you. For the first time, I truly feel loved and wanted. I had to test you, would you take me over the top again and again, would you take me to the brink and still love me? ”

“I do love you and always will, but I want you to know, that it is only during our sessions you’re a slave. The rest of the time you are my brother and friend.”

Tommy said nothing; he gently pushed me down on the table, unbuckled my belt, opened my jeans and gave me the best blow job I’d had in a long time.