Billy : 02 - My Revenge on Mortimer... (m/m)

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02 - My Revenge on Mortimer...
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By Billy

Friday, December 30th 2005 - 01:17:24 PM

My Revenge on Mortimer...

Thanks for the positive response on my story. I'm happy to say what happened next.

So, where I left off I had finally gotten free from being tied to Mortimer's bed after he gave me some nipple torture (I guess that's how you'd put it) and it was now night and Mortimer was fast asleep on the floor near me. I took the clothespins off and held them in my hand. I decided to play it carefully, I didn't want to mess up what was maybe my only oppurtunity for revenge. Mortimer was sleeping in just his PJ bottoms. I quietly reached under the bed and took out the "goody bag." I had a feeling mortimer had planned for it to happen this way, so I took advantage of it.

I noticed a wooden desk chair to the side of Mortimer's room. I looked in the bag and found a surprising number of strands of this same rope he used on me. I got the rope ready and covertly made my way over to Mortimer. Mortimer was sleeping without a blanket of some kind, and it was nice and warm in the room, which made being left tied up shirtless in it for 4 hours far more tolerable. Mortimer was sleeping on his side.

I made a quick grab for Mortimer's bicep and yanked him up from the floor and held his back to my chest and restrained him with my arms. His bare back and chest felt warm on my chest and arms as I dragged him over to the chair. Mortimer looked surprised but was expecting this.

I threw Mortimer into the chair and, without letting go of his wrist, tied his wrists together behind his back, to the back of the chair. I kept the rope tight around his wrists.

"Ouch, a little tight," Mortimer finally said.

"Deal with it, you're MY prisoner now."

I grabbed some more rope and tied his biceps to the back of the chair, each one separately, to keep him in place. I tied his ankles to the front legs of the chair. I took out the last strand of rope in the bag and wrapped it around Mortimer's stomach and the back of the chair. No way he was gonna get himself out of this one.

"Wow, you're really a master at this" admitted Mortimer.

"Well, I've got a good teacher, now struggle."

Mortimer tried hard, reallly hard, to loosen something, but it didn't work. He was out of breath when he was done struggling.

"Good," I said.

I approached Mortimer and thought about the first torture. I looked down at my own bare chest and saw how red my nipples were and decided I'd give it to him worse. I first walked over to Mortimer, his nipples were hardening from the open window behind him. I rubbed my thumb and forefinger over his nipple and played with it. Mortimer began to giggle.

"Is someone a little ticklish?" I found his weakness.

With my other hand I tickled his other nipple and Mortimer could barely stand it. I abruptly ended the tickling with a firm twist on both nipples and Mortimer let out a pleasured groan. I stepped back and saw how they began to harden up as I reached for the clothespins.

I grabbed the very tip of each of his nipples and hung the clothespin on that. Mortimer let out another pleasured sigh. I ran my fingers up down his chest and stomach and began to tickle him.

"Stop it!" Mortimer let out through his giggles.

"Not yet!"

I stopped and looked back at the table and saw the dreaded bowl which once held the ice cubes Mortimer cruelly used on me, however the bowl was just filled with ice-cold water. This was fine. I found a sponge in Mortimer's kitchen and returned.

Mortimer was anxiously awaiting the next torture, his nipples still carefully clamped by the clothespins. I took off the clothespins for the moment as I dipped the sponge into the cold water. I rubbed the ice-cold sponge over Mortimer's chest and nipples. The water ran down his stomach into his crotch. Mortimer began to shiver. I laughed and held the sponge over his crotch and squeezed the ice-cold water from the sponge onto it. Mortimer didn't expect that. He also didn't expect me to tie the bandana around his mouth before he could let out a shout.

I dried off Mortimer's chest with my fallen Hawaiian shirt on the floor. Mortimer looked out of breath at me, he was loving this. His nipples were rocks. I quickly lunged forward and bit his right nipple. It was a softer bite, but he didn't expect it. I kept it between my teeth and pulled it a bit and let go. I re-attached the clothespins and let him spend the night in the chair. We agreed, however, to end our torture war and, if he were to escape, we'd find a new victim for us....

How'd you Like it? Please respond, thanks.

Billy

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Billy's stories

• 01 - My first experience as a captive... (m/m)
• 02 - My Revenge on Mortimer... (m/m)

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