When a kinky guy discovers that his sexy straight mover is ticklish, he devises a plan that soon has the dude helpless, naked and begging to cum in this hot new series from Bound2Tkl.
The Hopelessly Ticklish Mover - Chapter 1
by Bound2Tkl
Series: The Hopelessly Ticklish Mover
Art Piece by Cadomiumu. Visit his DeviantArt page HERE!
"I have to line up a moving company," I muttered to myself, as I made a list of tasks to get my furniture out of storage and into the new house I'd just closed on. After living and working abroad for the past year, I'd returned and was ready to settle down now that I'm in a new role that should keep me here for a couple of years.
Since I took a cash payment for my move a year ago instead of handling through the corporate moving department, the task of finding a local moving company to bring my stuff from storage fell to me. A Google search of local moving companies turned up the usual suspects, like Two Men and a Truck. But then one listing caught my eye: The Moving Studs. The description read, "If you have to make a move, why not make it enjoyable?"
Clicking through to the website, I was pleased to find a hero photo of two of their movers shirtless in front of their truck. These guys were indeed studs...lean, young, muscular and handsome. In the About Us section, I learned that one of the two guys pictured was the 25-year-old owner of the local franchise. The other looked to be considerably younger, and a tad skinnier than him. But hey, to their point, why not enjoy some eye candy if you're going to move anyway.
I called the number and booked the move for Thursday. One of the questions the woman asked is whether I wanted the movers to wear shirts or be shirtless. Of course, I chose the latter option. And I looked forward to move day arriving.
I heard the truck drive up around 11AM while I waited in the empty, seemingly cavernous home. They had first gone to the storage place and loaded all of my belongings. The cab doors popped open and the movers hopped out, first the driver, then the passenger and then a third guy emerged from the cab. I thought I was only getting two movers, but was happy to have a third one, especially since the third guy was clearly the tallest and best built of the three studs.
The driver looked over the paperwork, and then shouted to other two, "This one's shirtless." What came next was like a scene from a movie, all three guys slowly peeling off their t-shirts in unison, but without the slo-mo, fan-generated wind visual effects and porn-movie soundtrack. (I still heard it in my head, though!) They approached me and the driver reached out his hand to shake mine. "I'm Josh," he said. "And this is Tyler and Colton," he added.
Josh had a great body and a very handsome, rugged face with light beard, lean and muscularly built, a wrestler's build with a nautical-themed tattoo on his bicep. He was the shortest of the three, probably about 5'10" I guessed. Tyler was taller but skinnier, more wiry in build, lean with some muscles, but but was clearly the baby of the group. No more than 18 years old I guessed. I'd put him more in the category of cute vs. handsome. Both guys were smooth-chested, unfortunately. I say unfortunately since a masculine, hairy-chested dude is a major turn on for me.
But that's why Colton was instantly my favorite of the three. He had to be at least 6'2" and was the definition of an adonis: powerful, muscular and lean torso, washboard abs, barreled chest and thick muscular biceps. HIs torso was adorned with a matte of fine, jet-black hair, fanning out across his chest with a rivulet of hair extending to his abs where the matte cascaded down and across his rippling abs. He was also stunningly good looking, male-model material, all-American with short black hair and close-cropped beard that gave him an extra-masculine air. He had an intricately-patterned tattoo on one side of his torso, extending from his obliques, across his rib cage and disappearing behind his bicep. I guessed he was in his mid-twenties, like Josh.
I invited them in and they surveyed the house to see where everything would be going. "So single main level with finished basement?" Josh asked after a quick tour. I nodded my confirmation. "What rooms are downstairs?" he asked.
"There's a rec room, wine cellar, fifth bedroom and fourth bathroom," I explained. "Since I didn't know the house layout when I put my stuff in storage, anything marked 'family room' can go in the rec room. You'll have to ask me about anything marked fourth bedroom since some of that will go in the room up here marked 'bedroom 4' and some will go downstairs to the fifth bedroom." He nodded.
"Jesus, this is a huge house!" Colton blurted out as he returned from exploring the bedroom wing. I was taken aback by his deep, masculine, booming voice. Just another thing that made him attractive.
"Yeah, sorry, guys," I responded with a laugh. "Didn't expect to buy one this big but got a good deal."
"Glad we brought the third guy," Josh said. "I knew when I learned how big the storage unit was that we'd need three of us." They headed out to the truck, and Josh opened the back door. The truck was completely filled. When I packed up the furniture, I labeled every piece and box with a unique number and indicator of what room it will go to. I had a clipboard with my master list of items, so I stood in the living room where I could see items as they carried them in and checked them off my list. It also gave me a great view of these shirtless moving studs as they walked from the truck and through the foyer.
While all three were fun to watch, I was mesmerized by Colton in particular. He had a swagger and cockiness about him that I found particularly cool, and he was without a doubt the strongest one of the team. Many of the larger pieces he just hoisted straight over his head and carried in, ignoring offers from the other guys to help carry. It seemed like he was trying to show off a bit and impress them with his strength.
He was certainly impressing me, especially since with his powerful arms raised up over his head, flexing as he carried the heavy pieces, his unbelievably hot torso was exposed and vulnerable. He had enormous pits thanks to his massive arms, which were lined with sexy black hair. I have a major fetish for tickle torture. So I could feel wood forming in my crotch as I fantasized about having this muscular stud tied up spread eagle, armpits and sides exposed like that, vulnerable to the torment of my fingers. I found it challenging to concentrate enough to check off his items.
The guys fell into a rhythm of unloading and dropping, working non-stop for a couple of hours. As the noon sun heated up the air, they were starting to glisten with sweat from the constant movement and exertion. I offered them cold waters and they readily agreed, taking a break to catch their breath. I found it interesting that Josh and Tyler hung out and chatted while downing their waters, while Colton sat off to the side, ten feet from the other guys and checked his phone. I'd also heard a couple of snarky comments between Josh and Tyler seemingly directed toward Colton and his cockiness, making me think he was not a regular team member and perhaps just hired for the day. And perhaps not their favorite guy.
After another 45 minutes of unloading, Josh asked me to join them in the guest bedroom to advise them on how to construct the unusual bed I'd planned to put in that room. I'd bought this bed at a specialty store years ago and it combined a platform system with traditional headboard and footboard. It was definitely not something they were used to seeing. So I needed to walk them through how to construct it, supervising as it came together.
Meanwhile, Colton showed up carrying the headboard for that bed. The room was fairly modest in size and with the bed parts scattered about, there was just enough room for him to fit into the room but not much room to set the headboard down. Not that I minded since he held the headboard hoisted above his head, torso beautifully exposed.
"I can clear some space for you to set that down," Tyler offered, jumping up to make room.
"Don't worry about it, man," Colton responded in his deep, sexy voice. "I'm fine just holding it here until you have the bed finished." Once again, his statement was tinged with an air of cockiness as was his confident smile. I could tell Tyler was annoyed by his dismissal of assistance. But then I saw Tyler's face light up with a devilish smile as he surveyed Colton standing next to him, headboard in his arms above his head.
"Although I suppose this would be a bad time to find out if you're ticklish, huh?" he said teasingly to Colton. The look in Colton's eyes were unmistakably one of panic.
"Dude, c'mon," Colton responded. "That would be a jerk move while I'm holding this." I was surprised Colton chose such a challenging tone with Tyler, who already seemed fed up with Colton.
"Hmmm," Tyler responded in a cocky tone, "I suppose I can be a bit of a jerk." He reached his hand toward Colton's washboard abs and applied a crab claw motion with his fingers. Colton tried to pull his stomach out of reach but couldn't escape Tyler's tickle attack. His stomach spasmed reflexively and despite trying to hold it in, a few giggles escaped Colton's mouth.
"Gee, it sure looks like Colton IS ticklish!" Josh suddenly chimed in with, causing me to whirl around with surprise. He was egging Tyler on, clearly happy to see him put this cocky dude in his place.
"He sure is!" Tyler said with a laugh as he slid his hand around to Colton's narrow waist and began lightly squeezing his obliques. Colton burst out with laughter as Tyler worked his hand up his exposed side toward his rib cage.
"Dude, quit with the fucking tickling!" Colton protested amid his laughter. But Tyler knew there was nothing Colton could do to stop him, so he stepped behind Colton and used his other hand to join in the tickle attack.
"What's wrong?" Tyler taunted as he squeezed and prodded Colton's poor helpless rib cage. "Is the tough dude not so tough after all?" Josh was laughing, enjoying seeing this cocky dude put in his place. Meanwhile, I had sprung a major hard on in my shorts, completely turned on by Colton's loud, deep, manly and desperate laughter and his mad squirming trying to twist his body away from Tyler's tormenting touches.
The headboard was now swinging back and forth as Colton desperately twisted in reaction to the tickling, and I worried that it might start banging into walls. "C'mon, Tyler, I'm going to damage something!" he cried out, apparently worried about the same thing.
"Oh, I'm having too much fun!" Tyler said, thoroughly enjoying being in control. "Bet these pits are your real weak spot!" he taunted as he started moving his hands up Colton's sides.
"Nooo!" Colton cried out. "Not the pits!" Hearing this muscular hunk pleading desperately was turning me on so badly, I was worried I might shoot my load if this continued much longer. When Tyler's dancing fingers reached Colton's exposed hairy hollows, Colton's laughter raised an octave in tone and a few decibels in volume, confirming Tyler's hunch about them being his weak spot. He was twisting his body even more wildly in a futile attempt to avoid Tyler's torment, the headboard coming dangerously close to crashing into the wall or ceiling.
"Alright, boys," Josh finally chimed in. "Better stop before you damage something." I'm sure as the franchise owner, he was concerned with potential liability. And while I was enjoying witnessing this unexpected tickle attack, my excitement was dampened by the potential of Colton's violent reactions causing costly repairs. Tyler got in a few more seconds of his tickle attack before relenting to his boss' orders. Colton looked relieved as he calmed down and regained his tough-guy composure after several minutes of squirming and giggling like a school girl. "It's all fun and games until something gets broken," Josh said directing his comment to me along with a wink and smile.
We got back to the business of getting the bed assembled, but I was distracted both by my boner, which was slow to recede, and constantly sneaking glances of Colton working to catch his breath, his muscular, hairy torso still exposed and vulnerable. They finally got the bed assembled, allowing Colton to slowly lower the headboard into place and give his arms a well-deserved rest.
During their lunch break, I noticed that Josh and Tyler sat and ate together and Colton sat off by himself. It was clear these guys were not a fan of Colton. Especially not like I was. The patio furniture had been unloaded from the truck just prior to lunch so it still sat in the motor court area in front of the house. Colton finished early and was sacked out on a lounge chair in the shade, arms tucked behind his head. He appeared to be asleep.
When the other guys were done and ready to restart, Tyler crept over to where Colton snoozed, a devilish smile on his face. I knew exactly what he had in mind so watched intently from inside the house. Sure enough, he began to lightly tickle Colton's exposed rib cage, apparently so lightly that it wasn't enough to wake him. So he slid his dancing fingertips up to Colton's massive, his fingernails slicing through the hairy lining to lightly graze Colton's ticklish armpit. After just a few seconds of pit tickling, Colton woke up and jumped up out of the chair and away from Tyler hand. Tyler laughed hysterically at the red-faced, startled-awake Colton.
I was glad to see that Tyler now saw Colton as a target for tickling any chance he got. And sure enough, throughout the afternoon if they met up in a tight space (like going through the front door) and Colton had something lifted high above his head leaving his torso vulnerable, Tyler simply couldn't resist giving Colton a poke or stroke, laughing at his annoyed reaction. It got to be so frequent that Colton would protest or bark at Tyler even before Tyler would take a shot, but it never dissuaded Tyler from getting in a tickle attack. I was an eagle eye watching the two of them all afternoon, silently enjoying the game. I felt like I was getting bonus value from my moving investment.
Later in the afternoon, as the guys were close to finishing up, I saw Josh and Tyler out front taking a break so I offered them some cold waters, which they gladly accepted. "Hey, I'm looking for some help in unpacking and assembling and installing some of the stuff tomorrow. Any chance you guys are available?" I asked.
"Sorry, we have another move scheduled for tomorrow," Josh answered. "You might ask Colton. I know he's anxious to pick up some money but we don't have a spot for him tomorrow."
I looked around, but didn't see Colton so went back in the house to see if I could find him. I spotted him on the back patio, laying on the same lounge chair now parked poolside. He was in the same vulnerable position, laying with his arms tucked behind his head. I grabbed an ice cold water bottle and quietly headed out to the patio hoping not to disturb him.
Standing next to him, his eyes still closed, I drank in the sight of his incredible brawny body spread out before me, pits and torso fully exposed and vulnerable. I was dying to tickle him but thought it might be too aggressive so instead just lightly touched the water bottle to his exposed rib cage. He reacted immediately, sitting up quickly and grabbing the water bottle from my hand and away from his tender ribs. I smiled slyly.
"Thanks, Mr. Johnson!" he said politely.
"Mr. Johnson is my father. Call me Jason," I responded. I pulled up a chair beside him to have a chat.
"Thanks, Jason. Appreciate the water," he responded with a smile, his handsome face radiating. He took a big gulp of the cold water.
"Colton, Josh said you aren't working for them tomorrow," I said to open the conversation, while drinking in the vision of his hot body just a few feet from me. Colton relaxed, laying back against the lounge chair and tucked his right hand behind his head while holding the water bottle with his left. His massive pit was on full display right in front of me, distracting me from the conversation.
"Correct. Why, you need some help or something?" Colton asked eagerly.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I was hoping to have one of you come back and help me unpack some of the boxes," I answered with a warm smile. " I also have some fixtures to install and some furniture to assemble and mount to the wall. You available and interested?"
"Sure!" he said eagerly. "I'm trying to make as much money as possible before I head off to school in September. I used to help my dad build and fix stuff around the house so should be able to handle anything you need, Mr....er, Jason."
"Great! Can you come at eight?"
"Yup, sure can," he responded. "Do you mind if I ask what you're paying?"
"I was thinking $25 an hour," I responded. "Does that sound fair?"
"Yup," he responded. And then he added, "Unless you want me to work shirtless tomorrow, too?" He flashed a mischievous smile that made my dick stir.
"Absofuckinglutely!" I responded with a laugh. "How much does that cost per hour?"
"That'll be $30 an hour," he responded. "That's what these guys are paying me today for shirtless service."
"Well worth it!" I said with a chuckle. "I look forward to seeing you bright and early--and shirtless--tomorrow morning!" The guys finished up within the hour. I was glad I'd hired the Moving Studs. It did indeed make the move quite enjoyable. And while I was a little sad to see them go, I was looking forward to having the services of Colton the next day. My mind was already concocting ways to not only test his ticklishness but potentially convince him to surrender on my bondage table for some more intense tickle fun.
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