Chapter 3

He notices me noticing and says, “It’s from tickling my stomach.”

Right. But he also sported an erection during every one of my foot massages during these two weeks of torment. Since he had the power until tonight, I never mentioned it.

With his pants open, I can wiggle my fingers all over his lower abdomen down to his pubic bone. This really is driving him crazy and because of that, I keep at it for fifteen minutes. His oval belly button stares at me, begging for attention. Who am I to deny? My fingers explore its contours and depth as Dominic yowls in both verbal and physical response. I pull out the feather and show it to him. His eyes bulge and he screams, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Except the correct answer is YES! I dip the tip of the feather into his round innie hole and he shrieks and thrashes. This is maybe the most fun I’ve ever had in my whole life. I keep this up for a good ten minutes until I’m afraid he might reach orgasm.

And now for the grand finale. I tell my former friend, “You had a great time making me take all of your measurements the other day for a pretend wedding. Well, there is one measurement I forgot to take. I will correct that oversight right now.”

“No, Hunter! Don’t!”

“But Hunter does!” I reply.

I pull his pants down to around his knees and his throbbing erection springs free. It waves around, pointing mostly straight up and the tip glistens in precum. With the cloth tape measure, I assertively grab at his shaft and you would think I zapped him with a taser the way his whole body jumps and jerks. I yank and pull on his now steel rod as I roughly check and double check his length. Then, just to ensure accuracy, I manhandle his man handle some more before recording my findings. I make a tsk-tsk sound. “With your tough guy act, I always figured you’d be bigger the one place size actually matters.”

His face flushes a crimson red and his dick hardens even more in response to my shaming insult.

I continue, “I mean, six inches isn’t exactly small, but still. The way you strut around, you act like you’re packing a good nine inches.” I run a teasing, tantalizing finger up the length of his shaft and he gasps.

His cock throbs and pulsates like it’s about to explode.

I measure him again, “Hey, 6.25! Good job little buddy. I’ll record that on your chart. Seems like someone enjoys being mocked.” I check my phone, “It’s almost closing time. I guess our fun had to come to an end at some point. Time for you to go home.”

His dick is still raging hard, “Hunter, please. Not yet.”

“Not yet? Why not?” It couldn’t be more obvious what he wants me to do, but I want to make him say the words.

He says, “Please. Finish me.”

“Finish you? What do you mean?” I play naïve.

“Come on man. You’ve had me on the edge for hours now. To not finish me off would be your cruelest act of the night. Please. I at least deserve the happy ending.”

“I’m not familiar with that term. What ever could you mean?” I grin at him mischievously.

“Please Hunter. Put me out of my misery. Jerk me off. I’m dying here.”

I wrap my right hand around his iron rod. He gasps and I grip him tighter. He closes his eyes and bites his lower lip. A rivulet of precum provides lubrication and I glide my hand up and down the length of his organ. I really should edge him some more, he totally deserves to suffer more, but it is closing time and time has run out. It’s time to get this over with.

I bring both hands into the equation. I lace my fingers together and place both thumbs at the base of his tentpole on the underside. I slide up and down and wiggle my thumbs in small circles as my hands journey north and south. He is super turned on and ready to blow. As a matter of fact, his toes curl, his body bounces and he growls, “Oh my god, I’m going to cum!”

“Already? It’s been all of twenty seconds, tough guy. Wow! Maybe our old friends need to know about the new Dominic. The Dominic who is soft in the middle. The Dominic whose dick doesn’t measure up. The Dominic who is a ticklish little bitch and can’t hold his load for even one full minute.”

I just keep up the relentless attack on his dick. I don’t stop or even slow. He pants and thrashes and his dick jolts as a rope of cum shoots onto his chest. Each spurt that follows lands a shorter distance than the one before, with the final three just pooling in his belly button. Somehow, my hands remained mostly clean.

I bring him a box of tissues and I free him at all four points from his shackles. He is till catching his breath as he sits up, “That was amazing.”

How did what was supposed to be my revenge end up with me giving him what he wanted? That’s what started this whole thing in the first place. Who just manipulated who here? Whose fun was this? Damn that asshole! It is so just like Dominic to turn the tables on me.

He cleans himself up and gets dressed as I unfasten the stocks from the table.

He says, “I really do want to buy a pair of boots. All the other stuff was just messing around, but I need the boots. I know they’re expensive, but they’re also an investment. I have the money.”

I think he means it. “Okay. I have your measurements. I’ll place the order tomorrow and they should arrive in a week.”

“You know, Hunter, you’re not the only one who grew up. I’m not a dumb young thug anymore either. I have an adult job and I’m saving for college myself.”

“What do you think? I can’t be some punk kid my whole life.”

“You’ve been acting like a thug for almost two weeks, coming in here every night.”

“That’s not… Don’t you see? I would never have called your boss on you and got you fired. That was just my excuse to keep coming back over and over.”

“No. Because I like you, you big idiot.”

I look at him like he just grew a second head.

“All that shit I used to do to you, that was just an excuse to be… I mean… I like you,” he says again. “I always did. I just never had a chance to tell you that before you disappeared on me.”

“I really do need a pair of boots. I wandered in here not knowing about this place or that I’d find you inside, but I did. Because it’s been over a year, I didn’t know how to say what I wanted to say so with no time to think, I came up with the world’s stupidest plan to keep coming back.”

“But you kept making me—”

“Hey, is it my fault you give really good foot massages?”

That cracks me up. He helps me pack up my tools and load them along with the stocks in the trunk of my car.

“After these last couple weeks, I owed it to you to let you get back at me. Why do you think it was so easy to get me into the cuffs and stocks? What kind of moron do you think I am? Lasers? Seriously?”

I laugh. “It was the best I could come up with.”

“And I went along with it because I trusted you. You really did bring me to the brink of my sanity a few times, but honestly, I had fun.”

“I did too.” His physical response told no lies. I smile, “And I like you too.”

“I always knew that. Look, the stupid stuff I used to do to you… That was a dumb kid not knowing what to do about confusing feelings.”

“But you’re not confused anymore?”

He doesn’t answer with words. He steps right up to me and kisses me. A tingle rolls down to my toes.

He sees me shiver and he grins, “Are those stocks yours?”

I shake my head, “I borrowed them from the prop room in the theatre.”

“Can you borrow them longer?”

I laugh again, “Hey, when I said you’re getting soft in the middle, I was just… I didn’t mean it. And even if it were true, those couple of pounds look really good on you.”

He smiles. “You look good too, Hunter. And you’ll look even better naked and in those stocks.” He winks.

I’ve had a hardon all night too as I’ve put him through the paces. Him kissing me just now did nothing to suppress my situation. I could use a release like the one I gave him. And if I’m restrained in stocks at the time, maybe that would make it all the better.

I confess to Dominic, “While six inches is nothing to be ashamed of, that was a lie too. I just wanted to degrade you a little after what you’d done to me. You are a rock solid seven and a half inches.”

“I know. And proud of it,” he grins. “I can’t wait to see how you compare to me.”

I will measure up just fine, but I don’t say anything. I’ll let him discover that for himself. I lock the door to the store. “Do you maybe want to get something to eat? I suspect you may have worked up an appetite.”

Now he laughs, “And a thirst from all of the screaming.” He takes my hand in his, “Yeah. I’d like that.”

We hold eye contact and I feel another little flutter.

He says, “After we eat, you wanna play a video game or watch a movie? I have my own basement apartment in my parents’ house and they’re out of town this week.”

“Hey, I couldn’t make it out. What did you write on the bottom of my feet?”

I blush as I show him the photo on my phone, “On your left foot I wrote: ‘Property of’ and on your right foot: ‘Hunter’.”

“I guess you did kind of own me there for a few fun hours.” He squeezes my hand and clears his throat, “Seriously, bring the cuffs and the stocks to my house tonight.”

“And bring your little bag of tricks too. Trust me. It’s just as much fun to receive as it is to give.”