“Oh, yes, my delightful young captive”, murmured Mr. Tickle while in looked up from his bent-over position tickling Nick’s feet. He was pleased to see that, despite Nick’s frantic wails and shrieks, he appeared to be unmistakably excited by his helpless plight. Eyes never leaving the throbbing bulge in the slender boy’s tight red boxers, Mr. Tickle then ever-so-slowly made his fingertip-tickling way up the lad’s skinny legs, circling front-to-back and back again, as he raised to his full height directly in front of the spastic, frantic captive, still slowly enjoying letting his fingers roam up Nick’s hips, his taut tummy - and still further, along his sensitive sides and up further still to his collar and neck!
This caused Nick to explode with renewed laughter and cries of anguish as he flew into a tantrum at his total inability to escape his tormentor’s tickling fingers. For his part, Mr. Tickle was positively overjoyed to find that the slender prisoner seemed so head-to-toe ticklish, as tickling young cute boys like Nick was indeed his favorite thing to do in the whole wide world.
Mr. Tickle then slowly sauntered around to behind the still standing stretched teen, and Nick could feel the older man directly behind him now, his sublime pleasure at Nick’s duress obvious as he breathed hotly down his neck, still tickling around Nick’s exposed collar, shoulders, and underarms. Then, to allow his tickle toy a moment’s respite, Mr. Tickle again left off from his tickling torment, still eyeing the tight ass-cheeks of his captive, and then suggesting a new tangent in their little rendezvous.
“Now then, Nicky-poo”, smiled Mr. Tickle, “How about we introduce a new twist into the proceedings!”, and the fiend then…