Still blindfolded and nearly naked with my boxers pulled down and my butt on display, Mr. Tickle locked me into this ass-up, totally humiliating position atop a sturdy tabletop! My ankles and wrists were bound to the four corners, so that my knees and elbows rested on top, placing me in a prone crouching position.
Then, while I begged for mercy, the sicko forced a big rubber ballgag into my mouth, tightening it tightly behind my head so that my jaw was forced open wide, reducing my pleas to murmured gurgling.
Now I couldn’t see or speak! I bonked my forehead against the table in frustration, until the fiend wrapped his hands around my neck, chocking me, and told me to stop or else. I didn’t want to find out what “or else” was in this totally helpless position.
Mr. Tickles wasn’t done yet, though. Using what felt like wide belts, he next bound my knees and elbows so that I was forced into an even more vulnerable, immobile pose. Now my back was so arched, my asshole poked up towards the ceiling! I couldn’t move at all, besides shaking in terror. Despite this, my cock was throbbing like mad. I felt betrayed by my own body! I didn’t know what was going to happen next, and yet here I was, ass-up, with a raging hard-on!
Your Choices:
Option 1:“Oh, twiddle ticklish Nicky, you are a sweet sight! What if I told you I was thinking of inviting some friends over for the evening, with you as a sort of ticklish table arrangement?”
Option 2:No? Then how about if I lube up that tight little ass for some vibrating fun?”
Option 3:Not that? Okay then, I’m just going to have to...”
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