#*wonty

Winston stopped, and shuddered as a cold wind blew past him. Is he naked?

And he knew that voice so well. "M-Monty?"

Monty smirked.

Now he remembered. Monty really made sure everything's ready for tonight. F*ck, if he only knew it would led to this.

It started with a simple banter a few nights ago after their great lovemaking - they see each other every Friday night - which ended with Winston challenging Monty by telling him these exact words: "I bet there's no way you can ever embarrass me. I never lose my cool."

Monty propped himself by the elbow, looking at him daringly. "Oh yeah? Are you challenging me?"

Giving a side glance and a lopsided smile, Winston said, "Maybe."

And he's now regretting it for the rest of his life.

He didn't even know how Monty was able to pull this off, to tie him up, though.

 Oh yeah, Monty unusually asked to meet up here in his place earlier, and on a Wednesday night - and Winston was a fool for not questioning him what's up. As if meeting in the middle of the school week wasn't suspicious enough. They had a little innocent chat, mostly about their boring school days. They kissed and drank a little. Or had he drank too much? Or did Monty put something in his drink?

F*ck, if he only knew why Monty asked to meet him tonight. 

Winston tried to suppress his smile.

"What's this?"

"A little game."

"A little game," Winston repeated.

"Uh huh. A game of 'let's see if the great Winston Williams never loses his cool.'"

Winston cackles. "Really? This. This is your idea?"

"Uh huh."

"To tie me up… This is hostage."

"No, it's not. I told you it's a game. If you win then I'll let you go and if you lose…"

Winston felt his stomach churn by the obvious dare in Monty's voice. "What?"

"You know what they do to the one who loses. They get punished."

‘Sounds kinky,’ Winston thought. But he better put his guard up, which was ironically impossible at the moment, being all tied up.

"So, how is this going to embarrass me?"

"First, you're completely naked on your bed, tied up. And second…" He felt Monty pacing towards him. Winston fidgeted a bit, trying to hide his nervousness.

"This," Monty continued, when a soft ticklish thing landed on his chest and crawled down his abdomen.

Winston took a deep breath. He didn't know how this was going to embarrass him when it's exciting him. He never knew Monty had this kinky side. Or could be that he's getting all of these wrong when Monty said, "Let's see if you could still keep your cool, Mr. Williams." 

And it's when Monty started to stroke the thing softly on his side, making him jerk.

"What the hell?" 

But his boyfriend ignored him and started  tickling him, forcing an uncontrollable laughter out of his mouth and it sounded ugly.

"Mo-Monty—! S...sto-hap!" He cried between laughter. But Monty, he was merciless; he continued, ignoring his pleas. 

So, this is what he's talking about making me lose my cool.

If before, he thought of this whole thing as exciting -  sexy even - he despised it now. 

"I swear…" Winston was unable to finish his sentence as he laughed and snorted, but he tried, "I… f*ck *laugh* swear *laugh*"

This time Monty finally stopped. Winston never thought the threat would work. Sharp gasps bursted out of him as he regained himself.

"You saying something, mister?" 

F*cking Monty and his sexy voice.

"I swear I'd kill you when-baha!ha!ha!" Monty began attacking him again… With deadly tickles… on his armpits, catching him off guard. He thought he scared Monty with his empty threat earlier. But yeah, he should've known better.

PLEASE STOPPPP!

"What? I can't quite understand you right now. Sorry."

It lasted for a few minutes when Monty stopped again.

"Stop… please!" Winston pleaded, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

"Oh, only if you admit that you're embarrassed right now."

Winston knew Monty was smiling victoriously. So, no, he wouldn't let him win.

"I would. IF you let me go."

"Not happening." Then Monty started the torture again and worse of all, on his feet. He had a strong tickle there.

Winston squirmed, laughed, wheezed and struggled, thinking of a way to escape. He swore he would pay Monty back: he'd tie him up, put a penis gag on his mouth and tickle the life out of him. He swear—

"Oh, he's got a strong tickle in his feet." 

"Mo-hoho-nty! Pl-hihihi-ease!!!"

"Speak clearly please! I really can't understand you." And the asshole even laughed.

Winston felt his breath hitch when the thing touched him between his legs. He didn't know if he should laugh but everything tickled so he's laughing,  embarrassing himself in front of the guy who wanted to see him embarrassed. F*ck! And worse of all it's making him hard. And he couldn't help getting hard.

But Monty never stopped there. He dropped his little tickle toy and used his hands - and Winston wished he just used his toy - and continued tickling his thighs, his ribs, his genitals then back to his feet again.

"You have a beautiful laugh, do you know that?"

He knew Monty was just teasing him, and he just helplessly shrieked in laughter.

"I… Yi-hihi..hahaha!!!"   Helppp!   "I yield!"

And Monty finally stopped. "What?"

"I… yield!" Winston gasped. "I'm really embarrassed right now!"

"So, does that mean you lose?"

"I can tell - hah - you're smiling like a Cheshire cat." His chest still heaved from losing so much air.

"I am, Winston. And you don't know how hot you look right now."

"Yeah?" Now, Monty was really making him embarrassed. "Are you mocking me?"

Monty ignored him. Winston felt his weight next to him as he sat beside him, leaning onto his ear. Winston struggled wanting to kick his balls but he couldn't. 

How about a headbutt?

Winston was about to give him one only to stop when Monty held him by the chin, and he could tell their lips were just inches apart, making Winston lose his breath even more. He absently licked his lips.

"So, you lost." Monty moved to his ear. "And what do we do to the ones who lost?" he whispered and began nibbling his earlobe. Oh f*ck!

Winston inhaled shakily. "Punish them," he said in gritted teeth, keeping himself from moaning out the words. He wouldn't give Monty even more satisfaction by how weak he looked right now, even though what his boyfriend was doing felt wonderful.

"Good boy." Monty leaned off, ruffling his hair.

Winston thought Monty left him alone when he heard some shuffling. And it's getting him more impatient every second.

"Can't you… let me go?"

"No can do, babe." Monty's footsteps came closer and the next thing a hand was around his c*ck and started stroking him.

Ooh! Sh*t! 

Winston hated to admit that what Monty was doing felt a hundred times better. Like how?