Jake lay spread-eagled on the padded table, leather cuffs locked tight around his wrists and ankles, the straps pulling his limbs wide. The basement playroom was warm, lit only by a low red bulb that made every muscle on his naked body stand out. Mark circled him slowly, a wicked grin on his face and a long feather in one hand.
“Ready to laugh for me, pretty boy?” Mark asked, dragging the feather’s tip along Jake’s bare sole without warning.
Jake’s foot twitched hard. “Fuck—Mark, come on, not right away.”
Mark laughed low and kept the feather moving, tracing slow circles under the arch. “You said you wanted the full session. No safeword yet, so I’m starting here.” He switched to his fingers, scribbling fast across the sensitive skin. Jake barked out a laugh, yanking at the cuffs.
“Shit—haha—no, not the feet first!” Jake’s voice cracked between laughs as Mark dug in harder, using both hands now, thumbs pressing into the balls of his feet while fingers danced over the toes.
“You’re already squirming and I haven’t even touched your ribs yet,” Mark teased, voice playful and dirty. “Look at that cock starting to twitch. You love this, don’t you?”
Jake tried to twist away, but the straps held him flat. “It tickles too much—haha—fuck, please, just a second!”
Mark ignored the plea and climbed onto the table between Jake’s spread thighs. He leaned down and blew a warm breath over Jake’s balls before dragging the feather up the inside of one thigh. Jake’s laughter turned high and desperate.
“Mark—oh my god—not there, not the thighs!”
“Beg nicer,” Mark said, switching to his fingers again, spidering them up and down both inner thighs at once. Jake howled, hips bucking as much as the cuffs allowed. His cock was fully hard now, slapping against his stomach with every desperate twist.
“Fuck, okay—please, I’ll suck you later, just ease up!” Jake gasped between wild laughs.
Mark grinned and finally eased off the thighs, only to rake his nails lightly over Jake’s stretched ribs. Jake’s whole body jolted, laughter pouring out in helpless waves.
“Ribs are even worse, huh?” Mark taunted, digging in with both hands, counting each rib with quick, merciless strokes. “One, two, three—look how red you’re getting. And that dick is dripping. You’re such a tickle slut.”
Jake’s head thrashed side to side. “I can’t—haha—I can’t take it, you’re evil!”
Mark leaned in close, lips brushing Jake’s ear while his fingers kept working the ribs. “Evil? You’re the one who got hard the second I locked the cuffs. Admit it—you want me to tickle your cock next.”
Jake moaned through another burst of laughter. “Yes—god, yes, just stop the ribs for a second!”
Mark slowed his hands but didn’t stop, now just brushing lightly over the quivering muscles. “Ask me nicely. Say ‘Please tickle my cock, Sir.’”
Jake’s chest heaved. “Please—haha—please tickle my cock, Sir.”
Mark rewarded him by wrapping one hand around Jake’s shaft and stroking once, slow and firm, while the other hand returned to the ribs with renewed vigor. Jake’s laughter mixed with a broken moan.
“Fuck, that feels—too much, too good,” Jake panted. Mark kept the dual sensation going, stroking the cock while tickling the ribs until Jake was shaking and leaking steadily.
When Jake’s laughter started turning hoarse, Mark finally released the cock and moved lower again, this time focusing on the sensitive spot just under the head with the feather. Jake’s hips jerked violently.
“No—no no no, not the head!” he begged, voice cracking with fresh laughter.
Mark’s fingers joined the feather, one hand gently holding the shaft while the other tickled the frenulum in tiny, relentless circles. “Look at you leaking all over my fingers. You gonna come from tickling alone?”
Jake couldn’t answer in words, only wild laughter and desperate pleas. Mark kept the pressure perfect, edging him for long minutes until Jake was babbling, promising anything, voice raw.
Finally Mark set the feather aside, slicked his own cock, and slid into Jake with one smooth thrust while his fingers returned to the ribs. Jake came almost instantly, laughing and moaning at the same time, body locked tight in the cuffs. Mark fucked him through it, still tickling, drawing out every aftershock until Jake was limp and breathless.
Mark pulled out, stroked himself twice, and came across Jake’s stomach with a low groan. He unlocked the cuffs one by one, rubbing the red marks gently, then pulled Jake into his arms on the table.
“Still with me?” he asked softly, playful tone gone gentle.
Jake nodded, smiling against Mark’s shoulder. “Best session yet. Next time I get the cuffs on you.”
Mark chuckled and kissed his temple. “We’ll see who begs first.”
