The Wetsuit part 2

Author: indisciplined
Title: The Wetusit, Part 2
Date: 23 February 2012

This is the second, long-delayed chapter of my story ‘The Wetsuit’ (Part 1 having been posted way back in 2007!) http://www.eckie.com/cpg9/index.php?name=News&file=article&sid=346

Recep: A young surfer on holiday in Cornwall has been lured to the house of ‘Dr. Smith’, by an ad for a wetsuit for sale. A soon as he tried it on the fabric moulded itself to an uncomfortable, but erotic tightness over his body, and stuck, leaving him unable to take it off. Worse came as every inch of the wetsuit generated an intense tickling sensation that left him helpless, laughing uncontrollably in a foetal position on the floor, unable to move or speak in helpless uncontrollable laughter. His captor Dr Smith revealed that the suit has bonded to his skin, and the fibre optics within it can be used for all sorts of purposes, including tickling. The villainous Doctor controls the suit, and its wearer, with a remote control unit on his belt, and clearly loves dominating his helpless, sexy 22 year old captive, whom he then handcuffs:

Chapter 2:

And with that, he threw my helpless quivering body over his shoulder head-first, and carried me out of the room, like I was a coat. Every muscle in my body was in agonising yet playful spasm, leaving me unable to move, let alone resist. Free from the soundproof room in which I had been held, I tried to scream for help, but could make no sound other than a helpless constant stream of laughter. No words came. With his hand on my arse to ‘steady’ me, he carried me down the stairs as I tried ever more desperate attempts to speak.

“Oh, you hoping the neighbours will hear? The house is pretty soundproof. Beside, if they could, what’s more innocent than laughter? The sound of a young man enjoying himself. Nothing that would cause alarm. Don’t worry your pretty little head, nothing is going to interrupt our time together”, he said, patting me on the backside.

At the bottom of the stair, he reached what looked like a door to the cellar. On a keypad on the door, he entered a code, then pressed his hand against a panel. “Palm recognition” he said “Just think of it as….childproofing the locks” he said chuckling. The heavy door opened and harsh artificial light flickered on inside. As the heavy door automatically closed behind him, he carried me down another set of stairs into a harshly lit white space. The only furniture was a black leather chair and a desk at the far end of the room.

“There you go” he said placing my quivering, and helpless body on the black rubber tiled floor, me still convulsing with laughter. Every inch of my body aching with the relentless tickle torture the skin-tight suit generated. “Pity, I think you liked me carrying you, didn’t you?” The only thing I’d like is kicking your head in, I thought. “And I liked carrying your ultra-fit swimmers build body. Being such a strong lad, it must have been a new experience: Being completely helpless. Beautiful, young, fit, and helpless.” He ran his fingers through my long blonde hair “But you’ll get used to it.”

Bending over he removed the handcuffs. Involuntarily, I hugged my arms to my chest, sweat pouring down my face, and tears streaming from my eyes, the tickling sensation setting every inch of my body on fire.

“The sensation constantly changes” he said, tucking the handcuffs back into the back pocket of his black Levis “It keeps oscillating and changing in form and intensity. That way your body can never get used to it. And you never will. That exquisite feeling never wears off. We wouldn’t want the fun to come to an end, would we?” He winked, towering over me. Standing with his thumbs in his pockets, he moved his expensive looking leather boot to the side of my face. “Oh don’t worry, no-one knows where you are. Surfer lads on holiday are easy to make disappear. I have experience in doing just that. No-one is going to interrupt our fun. I’m usually a very busy man, but such a beautiful boy can have my undivided attention. And in exchange for all that…pleasure, I am generously giving you, we just need to do some work”

And with that he unclipped the remote control from his black leather belt. That little black box he had used to ramp up my torture, surely it couldn’t get any worse? If my body could have tensed up any more at that moment, it surely would have.

“We can start tomorrow morning, once you’ve had a little rest.” He pointed the remote at me “And, in case you are wondering, here is a little preview of the maximum setting.” With the push of a button, my body exploded in exquisite agony, and I passed out.