Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
It had been an entire week since Sam had spent an entire night in a ticklish and sexual frenzy, being tortured by Jake and Ryder for hours on end as they indulged themselves with his ticklish body and used him as a sex toy. Not that he minded; it had turned out to be insanely hot, and he still thought of it at nights when he had "alone" time.
Despite his enjoyment, he still had one thought on his mind for days: revenge. Somewhere, somehow, he was going to make them pay for what they did. Oh yes, they would pay; pay for hourson end, and if he happened to get off at the same time, so much the better.
Unfortunately it wasn`t as easy as it sounded; the guys didn`t really talk about it afterwards, other than to exchange grins when they passed in the hallway or in Glee, but he noticed that Jake and Ryder were on guard around him, as though they expected him to grab them and punish them on the spot. Sam was too determined for quick revenge like that; they had to pay like he did.
He had spent the week plotting his revenge, as well as going to certain specialty shops for some toys to try out on his tormentors. All he needed was the opportunity.
Saturday was the perfect day for vengeance against Ryder. Sam had overheard him commenting to Marley that his parents would be out of town if she wanted to come over, but she was going to Columbus with her mother. Most of the other guys had plans that weekend as well, so he knew that he'd have Ryder all to himself for two entire days. Friday night was spent gathering the fun things he planned to use that weekend and putting them into his backpack and making excuses for why he wouldn't be home for a few days.
Saturday morning found him walking to Ryder's place, trying to time it perfectly. He knew that the younger boy slept in on weekends, and he wanted to get there early enough to catch him by surprise. He managed to get to the house just as the Lynn parents were leaving for the weekend.
Turning on the charm, he smiled at Ryder's mother and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Sam. Sorry to get here a bit early, I'm helping Ryder study for a history test."
Mr. Lynn smiled at the blond boy. "I think he's still asleep, but go on in. I recognize you from the regionals performance, you were great. I really liked your dance moves."
"I've seen you here to visit him a few times anyways," Mrs. Lynn added. "It's good to see you again, Sam."
"Thanks. I'll go wake him up and make him study."
"Good luck," Mr. Lynn said. "The end of the world couldn't wake that boy up."
They all laughed and Mrs. Lynn let him into the house before they waved goodbye and took off. Sam glanced at the clock on the wall: 8:30. Perfect. He gave it a few minutes, just to make sure they weren't coming back, and locked the door. Then slowly, carefully, he crept up the stairs and slipped into Ryder's room.
He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Ryder was obviously a very restless sleeper; he had kicked the blankets off and the pillows had fallen to the ground. He lay on the bed in the heart boxers he had worn in the "Men of McKinley" calendar for February, on his side with one arm thrown behind him, the other acting as a makeshift pillow, his legs splayed out on the bed. Carefully stepping around the blankets to avoid tripping, he reached into his backpack and pulled out the first item: restraints. He hadn't trusted himself to tie decent knots, considering that he only learned to tie his own shoes as a teenager, so he had picked up some thick restraints that the clerk at the sex shop had assured him would hold anybody. Leaning down, he quietly attached the restraints to the four corners of the bed, and then studied his target. Just because it seemed easiest, he very carefully took hold of one of Ryder`s ankles and pulled it slowly into position, wrapping the cuff securely around it before locking it with a small padlock (which really appealed to his sadistic side), then quietly slid over and did the same with the other ankle. Ryder hadn`t shifted at all, and his breathing was unchanged. It took all of Sam`s inner strength to not start tickling those secured feet already. Slipping up to the head of the bed, Sam took the hand that was thrown out behind Ryder and pulled it gently over to the next restraint, securing it firmly in place. As he wrapped the cuff around the wrist, Ryder shifted slightly. Sam froze, but after a moment Ryder settled again. Quickly locking the wrist in the cuff, he eased Ryder`s head off of the arm and pulled it into position. He considered the boy for a moment. Bound, totally at his mercy, this was the vengeance he had promised himself. Jake`s time would come, but for now, Ryder was his.
As if on cue, Ryder moaned slightly and attempted to roll over. After a moment, he tried again. Still not opening his eyes, Ryder began pulling his arms and legs, trying to move. Finally awakening, he found himself totally bound, unable to move at all.
"What…what's going on?" Ryder asked, trying to make sense of why he couldn't move. Looking at his wrist, he saw some kind of leather wrapped around it. It took a few more seconds for him to connect the dots and realize that this was what was holding him in place. "What is this?"
"Vengeance."
The moment he heard Sam's voice, Ryder began to struggle. He knew instantly what was happening, and he was desperate to escape.
Sam moved into his view, grinning as he looked at Ryder's terror. "Sucks, doesn't it? You can't move, you can't escape…the only thing you can do is beg for mercy."
"Come on, Sam, you made the bet and lost."
"True. Still, I can't allow you to think you've gotten away with torturing me all night."
"I seem to recall you enjoyed it as much as we did."
"Well, now we'll see how much you enjoy it." Sitting down on the bed, Sam put the backpack on the floor next to him, thinking about which toy to try out. "So, Ryder, I guess the question is…are you ticklish?"
Ryder squirmed frantically. His parents had always loved tickling him as a kid, and he knew that Sam would have a lot less mercy than they did.
"So, you think you can get away with it? Well," putting on a stereotypical torturer accent, "we have ways of making you talk."
Digging his hands into Ryder's stomach, he was delighted by the squeals of laughter that he brought forth. Dancing up to the ribs was less effective, but digging into the armpits more than made up for it. Sam let Ryder suffer for a while there before moving down and teasing the belly button. He kept it up for quite a while, enjoying the suffering he was causing, then paused to let Ryder get his breath back.
"Come on man, please I'm sorry, please stop tickling me, your fingers are evil, please…"
"Alright, I'll be nice to you. I'll stop tickling you with my fingers."
Ryder was stunned that Sam had given in so easily, and when his captor got off the bed and knelt down, he felt a stirring of hope that he was being released. Maybe Sam had only wanted to make a point.
Whatever hope he felt vanished, however, as Sam straightened up and held up a feather. It looked firm but soft, and Ryder, eyes focused unblinkingly upon that instrument of torture, could do nothing more than softly moan out a pleading "Nooooo…."
Sam grinned wickedly. "Yes."
To Ryder's horror, Sam walked down to where his feet lay bound and knelt down. He shrieked with laughter as Sam lightly traced the feather up his foot from the heel to the toes, and giggled madly as a single finger was placed directly on the ball of his foot. The giggling grew heavier as Sam didn't move, but held his finger still to torture him with what was coming next before actually starting. Ryder finally couldn't take it anymore and began kicking his foot, trying to get the hand off of him. Instantly, Sam began scurrying his fingers all around one foot while he traced the other with the feather, keeping Ryder screaming with hysterical laughter. Suddenly, he changed tactics, using his hand to pull Ryder's big toe back, stretching the foot, before sliding the feather along the base of the toes and letting the tip of the feather dip into that space between Ryder's toes. He did this for several minutes, until he genuinely feared for Ryder's sanity.
Gradually, Ryder calmed down, getting his breath back. When he could talk properly, he looked at Sam. "Come on man, how long are we going to do this?"
"I think the weekend should be enough time."
Ryder's eyes widened. "We only did this to you for a night!"
Sam nodded. "There were two of you, though. I have to make sure you get double what you gave out. It's only fair, right?" He noticed Ryder struggling as best he could, and noticed something else too. "Speaking of fair, I seem to remember trying desperately to deal with that situation." He gestured towards Ryder's middle, and Ryder suddenly realized how hard he was. "I think it's time for a bit of torture in that direction."
Reaching back into his backpack, Sam bypassed a few tools until he found what he was looking for. Standing up again, he showed Ryder his favorite item.
Ryder figured that he was supposed to be nervous, but he had no idea what Sam was holding. It was a strange plastic circle and some sort of remote. He looked at Sam in confusion.
"It's a cock ring. It keeps you from coming until I want you to." As Ryder began to understand the implications, Sam carefully pulled out scissors and began to cut away the heart boxers. Once the fabric was removed, he carefully fit the ring onto Ryder's length, putting it to the base and tightening it enough to keep him from coming. "Oh yeah, and check out what else it does."
Sam picked up the remote and pushed a button. Instantly, the ring began to vibrate, not enough to hurt or make him come, but enough to make sure that Ryder was good and hard. Ryder moaned and whimpered, trying to thrust into it, already frantic for some relief.
Sam grinned down at him. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his toned chest. Then he unbuttoned his jean and nonchalantly let them fall to the floor, revealing that he was wearing black boxers with a dragon design on them, bulging from his own hardness. He stood there for a moment, loving the sight of Ryder whimpering and struggling, reduced to a trembling mess.
"Please…God, please, Sam…please…oh God, please…"
Letting his boxers fall to the floor, Sam decided that the rest of the toys could wait for later. Walking to the head of the bed, Sam climbed up, his thighs on either side of Ryder's head.
"Open up, Ryder!"
Almost sobbing with desire, Ryder opened his mouth. Positioning himself the same way Jake and Ryder had last week, he lowered himself into Ryder's mouth, lying down on top of him. To Ryder's joy, as he started to suck he felt Sam put his mouth over his erection and begin sucking. Staggered by the feeling of sucking off Sam as he was being sucked, Ryder frantically worked his tongue around Sam's length, loving the taste and feeling the older boy's body respond in turn. He sucked harder at the pure steel in his mouth, moaning around it as Sam worked his magic. Sam was giving him the blow job of his dreams, drawing in his cheeks and using his impossibly skilled tongue, his hands slipping under Ryder's body, cupping his firm and toned butt. Sam came fast and furious into Ryder's mouth, and as he swallowed Ryder tried to thrust upwards, feeling himself come closer and closer…
Suddenly, the true diabolic genius of the cock ring still attached to him became apparent as Sam unexpectedly lifted his head and climbed off. Ryder strained, moaning and whimpering, trying to thrust and wiggling his midsection around as much as possible to get the friction to finish, but it wasn't enough. He couldn't come.
Sam looked at him pityingly. "I was going to let you, but then I remembered that I had to suffer through both of you before I was allowed to come the first time, and you were pretty stingy after that."
Ryder wailed with lust, beyond words at this point. Tears started to form in his eyes. Desperately, unable to speak, unable to think, unable to do anything but pray for orgasm, pulled with all his strength at the cuffs holding him in place. Sam, watching the spectacle sadistically, quietly thanked the clerk who recommended them.
After watching Ryder flail and sob for a few minutes, Sam turned the vibrating function on the ring off. Gradually, the younger boy calmed down, slowly getting his breath back. Covered in sweat, dripping with pre-cum, tied to the bed…Sam didn't think he'd ever seen a hotter sight before. As Ryder tried to recover, Sam pulled a digital camera out of his pack and snapped a few pictures for later.
When Ryder was finally able to speak again, he looked pleadingly at Sam. "Please…no more, please…I'll do anything, I'll blow you every day for a month, I'll kneel in the hall when you pass, I'll be a party favor for every guy in Glee, just please let me come, I'll do anything, I swear, just let me come…"
Sam was just about to take him up on the offer of a month of blow jobs when Ryder's phone buzzed. Glancing at the desk, he noticed a text from Jake along with the time. Wow, he had started almost 4 hours ago. Time really flew when he had a hot boy to torture.
To: Ryder
Hey man, I'm stuck in town cuz Mom had to work. Wanna hang? Give me a call if you're up for it.
Sam grinned maliciously. Perfect. Turning back to Ryder, who was still gasping and desperate, he sat down on the bed and let one of his hands stroke the boy's cheek before running through his hair.
"Tell you what, dude, I'll make you a deal. Agree to the following terms and I'll let you come. Say no or screw it up in any way, and I'll leave that ring on vibrate mode while I go have a star wars marathon. You won't come for hours."
Ryder moaned and nodded. He couldn't bear it, he'd agree to anything at this point. As if to emphasize the point, Sam leaned down to his chest and licked the sweat off of Ryder's abs before nibbling and sucking on a pink nipple. Ryder wailed with desire, and Sam came back up to state his terms.
"Number 1, you're going to give me another blow job first. Number 2, I think I'll take you up on that offer of a month of blow jobs. Every day, after school, you're going to suck me off. Number 3, and this is the most important one, before I let you come I'm going to get Jake on your phone and you're going to talk to him. You're going to convince him to come over for the night. Tell him you want a game marathon or movies or whatever, but get him here. Don't tell him that I'm here, don't tell him what's happening, just get him here totally unaware of what's going on. If he gets here and doesn't know, it's his turn for revenge. I'll even let you help if you want." Ryder loved that idea. He didn't think it was humanly possible at this point, but he got even harder at the idea of having Jake in his place. "However," Sam continued, looking sternly at him, "if you tell him anything or he even suspects anything, you're not going to come until Monday."
Ryder nodded frantically. Surprisingly he didn't even mind the month of blow jobs he now owed Sam; he actually enjoyed them for some reason. "I promise. I'll do it all, I'll talk to him and get him here, and I'm yours for a month."
Sam nodded. "Good boy." He was actually hard again already from just thinking about what was in store next. "It's time for your down payment."
Lying down on Ryder again, he felt the jock take his length into his mouth. Ryder sucked hard, drawing in his cheeks, determined to finish as soon as possible in order to get out of the evil cuffs. As his lips formed a seal around Sam's cock, Sam began lifting his butt up and down, causing his erection to come in and out of Ryder's mouth. At the same time, he blew air on the iron shaft that was Ryder's cock just to torture him. He came directly into Ryder's mouth again, and lay there while the boy lapped up the rest of Sam's essence from the tip. After a few minutes, he got off again.
Ryder was going insane. He had been hard for hours at that point, he had been tickled beyond belief, and he had just sucked off his friend twice. Now all he had to do was betray another friend and he was free! He couldn't bring himself to even feel bad for Jake.
After Ryder's breathing was under control, Sam went over what to say, dialed Jake on Ryder's cell, set it on speakerphone, and held it in front of his captive's face.
"Hello?"
"Hey dude, just got your text. You should come over and hang for a while."
"You ok, man? You're breathing hard and you sound weird."
Sam looked warningly at Ryder, who fought to get himself under control as he grasped randomly for an excuse.
"Sorry, just finished working out and planning my next Glee solo."
"Sweet. Set up the Xbox, I'm kicking your ass at Halo again."
"Sure thing dude, see you soon."
"Be there in an hour."
Sam hung up. "Good boy." Ryder whimpered pathetically. Sam walked over to Ryder's erection, and Ryder said a silent prayer of thanks as the demonic cock ring was removed. Leaning over Ryder's chest, Sam licked at the sweat and toyed with his nipples before kissing his neck. Slowly, he moved his head down in a series of kisses, over Ryder's abs and towards his cock. Torturously slowly, he reached his destination and lightly kissed the tip, drawing one more agonized whimper and gasp from his captive. With that, he opened wide and took the boy entirely into his mouth. Ryder was so hard and so horny that it didn't take long at all. Sam enjoyed the taste of him, but didn't get to savour it because Ryder came almost instantly, exploding like a volcano while he screamed in ecstasy, eyes rolling back into his head.
Sam came back up to find Ryder gasping for air. He had never come so hard in his life, and his heart beat out of control from the force of it. Seeing that he was in no condition to fight or struggle, Sam decided to be nice and put his toys away for the moment before unlocking Ryder's cuffs.
Slowly, Ryder realized that he could move again. Carefully sliding out of bed, he grabbed Sam for support as he tried to move towards his dresser. He grabbed his jeans from the floor and a random blue t-shirt, and then pulled on a pair of green plaid boxers before grabbing the rest of his clothes. Sam likewise got dressed.
Grinning at each other, both wondering what was going on but unable to verbalize their thoughts, the two boys carefully set the cuffs up for ease.
Sam smiled at his friend. "Now, let's talk about Jake."
Ryder's grin grew wider as they discussed their plans.