Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2021 17:28:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Ticklish Flavio - installment 3

It had been a REALLY stupid thing to do - that's what Flavio was thinking
as he lie on the floor of the "playroom."  His wrists were bound tightly
behind him, and his ankles were strapped together just as tightly.  "At
least it's still not the hogtie," he thought to himself, "and at least
the socks are out of my mouth. They were on the floor not far from him:
his feet were naked and he was still recovering from...
Snopes had done a very thorough job of taking his ass:  probably the most
thorough fucking he had gotten in his life.  Flavio was exhausted after
that, and then Snopes had said that Rocky was coming in.  That meant...
he gulped - more tickling.  Flavio had been tickled before:  as a kid,
and by some of his johns, but NEVER the way Rocky did it:  this guy
was... well, it was probably not the right thing to say he was "good."
He was evil.  His ears seemed to pick up on every change in laughter, and
then he honed in on the spots that provoked the sharpest yelps.  And his
fingers.... they were sort of like a cross of sand paper and velcro.  NO
ONE's tickling had ever felt like that.  Snopes had left him in the room,
arms chained above his head, his feet locked by the prisoner chain.  His
shirt was wide open, and Rocky had already learned enough about Flavio's
ribs and pits to torment him in a big way.  He was still recovering from
the fuck Snopes had thrown into him.  He was still trying to figure out
if he had enjoyed it:  he usually didn't like being fucked.   The last
time it had happened, he had put away at least four drinks.  He was cold
sober this time.

"Hey Flavio.  Wanna have some fun?"  Rocky was standing in front of him,
tracing a circle around Flavio's navel.
"I HAVEN'T HAD ANY FUN SINCE YOU AND YOUR THUGS GRABBED ME!"  He yelled,
pulling at the wrist restraints even though he knew they wouldn't yield.
"Yeah, capture is always a bitch isn't it?  Necessary thing when the
subject won't submit without it."
"AND I WON'T NOW."
Rocky laughed.  "Do you even know what Mr. Snopes want?"
"NOT  A FUCKING CLUE.  WHAT I WANT IS TO GET OUTTA HERE."
"Oh, you'll be getting outta here soon.  Snopes only uses this place to
initiate his guys.  You'll be going back to NYC with us soon."  Rocky
smiled.  "But you'll be co-habiting with Mr. Snopes.  You're gonna be his
boy from now on.
"WHAT THE?  THE HELL I AM."  Flavio remembered some conversations he had
with Snopes when he was posing for him.  He had asked Flavio, more than
once, if he had ever thought about being another man's boy. Flavio had
always laughed at it.
His thoughts were interrupted because Rocky's wicked finger was in his
arm pit, and Flavio couldn't help it:  he began to giggle.  Rocky moved
over to the other one, and after just a second or so, he stopped.
"Your arms must ache like a bitch, Flavio.  You've been chained up for a
while."
"Damn right they do."
Rocky was thoughtful for a minute.  "Know what?  You've got those leg
irons on, so you're not going anywhere, but I'm gonna ask:  if I take you
out of the chains, you gonna behave?"
"You gonna tickle me?"
"Yes.  Whether you're chained up or not. "
Flavio sighed.  He had an idea.   "I'll behave  I promise."
"You just better.  Remember what happened the last time you didn't."
Rocky winched down the chains, and unlocked them.  It was when he was
moving them back up into position that Flavio struck.  He was weak, but
strong enough to take Rocky from behind, shoving his fingers into Rocky's
ribs.
"HEY.  WHAT THE?  You said you'd.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA."
There was a look of pure vengeance on Flavio's face.  "How's it feel big
man?  HOW'S IT FEEL TO SUFFER THE WAY YOU MADE ME SUFFER."
"You better.. I SWEAR YOU BETTER.
 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA."
Flavio got about five minutes of tickling in before he felt Tiny's strong
hand on the back of his neck.
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ASSHOLE?"  Flavio tried to defend
himself by throwing an elbow.  Tiny was standing too far back for it to
do any good. His feet were back far enough too, so stamping down wouldn't
work, and the chain kept Flavio from throwing a roundhouse kick or
anything like that.  Tiny just squeezed tighter.
"You okay, Rockstar?"
"Yeah I'm fine. "  He smiled as he got up.  "Guess I taught you a few
things, Flavio." Tiny had pulled Flavio's arms behind him and the man
struggled, hopelessly.
"You're gonna pay for this before we hand you over to Snopes, BITCH."
Rocky smacked him across his face
"Bring it on, shorty" was Flavio's response.
That was how he wound up naked and hogtied, on the floor of the room.
"Can you go and get me the foot brushes, Tiny?" Rocky smiled and Tiny
went off. While he waited for him, Rocky began running a nail down first
one then the other, of Flavio's soles.   He hadn't tickled Flavio's feet
before, and.... Flavio began to shriek.
"STOP!  PLEASE STOP!  THAT WAS STUPID I KNOW.  PLEASE!"
"Socks make a great gag during tickling, big man.  Open your mouth."
"WHAT?  NO.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA  MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH"  Rocky balled one sock
up and shoved it in Flavio's mouth, then he tied it there with the other
one.  He finished just as Tiny came back with two, silver colored, long
thin brushes that looked almost like curling irons.
"Lots of spikes, Flavio.  Cover a LOT of surface.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!"  MMPHAMHAhAMAMAMamaa"  They WERE pure torture.
Rocky just sort of rolled them back and forth over Flavio's feet.  Then
he stopped.  He rolled Flavio onto his back.
"Cheese grater abs  Nice.  " His fingers dug in and Flavio thought he was
truly gonna need to pee.
He caught a glimpse of Rocky's crotch.  It was bulging.  It was HUGE.
That's when Rocky stopped.
"I need to go and spend some time with Tiny.  BEFORE we take you to Mr.
 Snopes.  He'll be ready for you now.  We'll be back."  He took out the
gags and undid the hogtie, while leaving Flavio bound. All Flavio could
do was moan.


About a half hour later, Rocky and Tiny were standing over him again.  It
was Tiny who spoke.
"We're gonna bring you to Snopes.  Whether we tie you up, I haul you over
my shoulder or you walk like a real man, I don't give a shit, but  you're
going.  You wanna walk on your own?"
Flavio shook his head yes.
"Ok, but I am fucking warning you pretty boy. You tried to screw over my
man, twice.  You try it on me, and you may be missing certain vital
organs in the near future."
"mmmmph"  Flavio shook his head again, trying to say  "I understand."
"I think you better put the chain back on his ankles though, Tine"  Rocky
added.
"Yeah, good idea.  Sit on his chest while I take care of that."
They rolled Flavio over and untied his ankles and then locked them with
the longer chain.  Rocky smiled at him.  "You know, like this, I could
tickle your entire upper body and you can't do shit."
"mmmmmmmmmmmmph"  Flavio didn't want to be tickled again in his life.
"Let's get him up, stud.  Snopes is waiting."  They each took one of
Flavio's arms and stood him up.  Tiny took off the gag, and Rocky handed
him a glass of water.
"Thank you," he said meekly.  He knew he was gonna have to stay on the
good side of these two, at least while they were out of NYC.  Tiny handed
him a pair of black shorts.
"Put these on.  You can't walk around buck naked all the time. "
"And these."  Rocky handed him his sneakers. Flavio slipped into the
shorts, and then when he put on the sneakers, his feet tingled, right at
the edge of painful
"Lined to make sure you don't try anything Flavio.  Once you show some
respect, I'll fix them up normal."
"Why are you doing this to me, Rocky?  I didn't hurt you."
"You hurt my man, that's why.  We were just doing our job."
"Kidnapping me? "
"If it wasn't us, it was gonna be someone else.  You don't know Mr.
Snopes real well.  When he wants something, he gets it, and you're what
he wanted."
"For what?"  Tiny laughed and said  "I thought you were smart."
"He'll explain it to you Flavio. For now, let's go.  Enjoy being
unbound.  Snopes plans to tie you up when we get to his room."

"Mr. Snopes, we have your boy."  Rocky said.  He and Tiny each had a hand
on one of Flavio's biceps.
"Excellent.  Rocky, you can come back in about three hours.  For now,
please put him in the chair.  Flavio, when you're sitting, please put
your hands behind your back."
Flavio sighed.  He couldn't get away from these three.  He sat, like
Snopes had said.   He felt a pair of leather cuffs going over his
wrists.  One of his johns had tied him up once as part of a scene:  sort
of a "Hercules in Chains" thing where Flavio bursts out of the restraints
and overpowered the guy.  That time, the cuffs were much looser than they
were now.  He wasn't getting out of these.
"You may kick off your sneakers if you like Flavio.  " Snopes smiled.  He
knew what those liners felt like.  "You seem to be so good with your feet
that we had to take , pardon the pun, steps, to keep you in line.  You
can't see it, but the property is now surrounded with very fine shards of
glass.  So if you tried to get away, you'd truly rip up your feet,  and,
when we caught you."
Flavio couldn't help it.  He pulled at the  restraints, and he saw Snopes
smile.
"What do you want from me, Mr. Snopes?"
"I thought you knew, Flavio.  From you?  Nothing."
"Then... what's this about?"
"What I want, Flavio, is YOU.  I want you as my boy."
Flavio had figured that out when Snopes had fucked him, but now hearing
it, he struggled hard.
"FUCK NO.  I'm not queer, and I'm nobody's boy."
"Ha ha.  You make it sound like you have a choice about it."
"I DO.  I FUCKING DO.  And I'm not your fucking boy!"  He pulled hard and
almost knocked over the chair.  Snopes stood up.
"I may make you put the shoes back on, Flavio? You want that?"
"NO!"
"A correct answer in the future is:  No Sir."
"I'M NOT CALLING YOU SIR!"
"Oh yeah, you are.  You don't have to call Rocky or Tiny Sir, but me...
from now on."  Snopes lifted one of his feet and pushed it into Flavio's
crotch.  "FUCK!"  yelled the handsome captive.
"When was the last time you came, Flavio?"
"NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS."
"I bet you were dripping when you got tickled."  Snopes was walking
behind his captive.  Flavio didn't answer him.   He felt Snopes hand on
his neck.  He applied just enough pressure for Flavio to feel...
relaxed.
"This little session, stud, is for me to learn a bit more about what you
like and what you don't.  Both are important.  And also, to explain what
your new life will be like."
"mmmmmm"  Flavio closed his eyes.  His shoulders were always tense, and
the touch that Snopes had was.. perfect.
"You like that boy?  That's real good to know."  He bent down and began
tracing his tongue over the outside rim of Fabio's ear.  Again, a moan.
"OH.  My boy is just a total garden of nerve endings."  Snopes rested his
chin on Flavio's neck and he heard him whisper  "OH FUCK"
"Ha ha.  This is gonna be SO MUCH FUN.  How about these little jewels?"
Two fingers closed around one of Fabio's nipples.
"OH SHIT NOT THOSE.  PLEASE.  PLEASE NO... SIR."   Snopes didn't stop.
"Would I find juice if I pulled down your shorts?"
Flavio let out a big sigh.  "yes sir.  You would."
"GOOD BOY.  A voluntary Sir."
"not really"  Flavio murmured and Snopes laughed.
"You're a BRAT!  How much fun is that!  A brat who can learn not to be
bratty.... by being tickled."
"NO.  You're not gonna still let Rocky tickle me are you?"
"Oh, at least once a day.  MINIMUM.  Maybe twice.  You remember my
apartment?  The extra bedroom?"
"Yeah.  I mean, Yes sir."
"They can stay there.  Then, I can count on Rocky to tickle you once a
day when I want it, once a day when he wants it, and maybe a third time.
"
Snopes had moved around to the front and now, he had both of Flavio's
nipples in his fingers.  Flavio moaned.
"You're gonna fuck me too, aren't you?"
"A lot.  In fact, I'm gonna fuck you REAL SOON because.... If I don't get
your ass, you're not gonna get to jizz another day."
"What about... what about my work?"
"Oh yes, your various enterprises.  You'll keep the gym job and your
freelance modeling career.  Escorting?  That's over.  The only man you
pose for from now on is me."
Flavio was just listening.  He didn't have to agree with any of this -
Snopes didn't really care how he felt about it anyway, and.. DAMN that
man knew how to work nipples.  OH SHIT  did he just push his knee into
Fabio's crotch?  He did.  And he was kneading.  FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCK"
"Tiny and Rocky are packing up stuff.  We're gonna be leaving later
today, probably after I fill your ass. Once we get back to NYC, you'll
learn more about the way things will be." Snopes moved behind Flavio and
took his neck from behind.  "Let's go.  On the bed.  On your back.  I'll
untie your hands but... the chain stays on your ankles."
Flavio was trying to play along.  "Yes sir."  He said.  Snopes smiled as
if Flavio were fooling him (he wasn't.  Snopes had too much experience,
but he was enjoying watching Flavio think he had him fooled.).
"NOW, I'll take off the ankle chains to get you stripped.  Just a
reminder."  He called out.  "HEY TINY YOU OUT THERE."
"Yeah boss.  Need anything?"
"Not a thing.  Not a thing stud.  Thanks for keeping watch."
"Just doing my job Mr. Snopes.  You need Rocky?"
"Not for now." He pushed Flavio's legs up in the air.
"Ok boy.  This is gonna be better than the first one."
As  Snopes slid in, Flavio realized:  he was right.  Snopes' wasn't
fucking him any differently than the first time, but... he could focus on
how it felt as the man's cock slid in and out of him and... how the hell
was he finding all those... spots?  DAMN. Flavio began to moan.  THIS was
like NOTHING that had ever happened to him before.  Something slid out of
his mouth
"YES DADDY.  TAKE ME DADDY. TAKE ME HARD. PLEASE.."
If Snopes needed any encouragement, this was it.  He pushed into Flavio
even harder, and Flavio was screaming.  Tiny laughed outside the room.
"He's almost as loud as me."  Indeed, Tiny could be so loud that Rocky
had to gag him most times.
At the last push, Snopes grabbed Flavio's nipples again and the young man
shot.  He shot on himself, on Snopes, everywhere.  Snopes' jizz stayed in
Flavio, filling his ass again.
"I should make you keep that jizz on the way home.  But I'm gonna let you
clean out this time.  Next time, it'll be different."
"Yes sir.  I understand."
"Go get cleaned up.  I'll go next.  Then... we'll be heading home.  As
long as you behave, you ride up front with me.  Give me trouble, Rocky's
ready to do what he did on the way up.
"I understand Sir.  I won't cause any trouble."
An hour later, Flavio had his hands cuffed in front of him and his ankles
shackled.  He had on jeans, and a black cashmere sweater, plus a leather
jacket.  He hadn't been told to, but he kept his head down.  He felt
beaten. The inserts bothered his feet.  "Maybe I'll get used to them" he
thought.  He got some relief from lifting one foot off the floor of the
car and then the other as they drove back to NYC.
He had no idea what to expect.