23
by Ticklishguy8
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My
head was spinning as I opened my eyes.
"Man, what a night!" I thought, as I took a quick glance
next to me to make sure I was in bed alone. Then it dawned on me;
this wasn't my room! I was butt naked in a strange bed, God knows
where.
I jumped up and saw that I was in a small room that was barren of
furniture, other than the plain hospital type bed I had just jumped
out of. The room was all white, illuminated by a florescent light
overhead. "Where the Hell AM I?" I puzzled, with more
than a bit of dread.
That's when the door at the other end of the room opened and they
walked in.
There were two of them. Two gorgeous young guys, probably in their
mid 20's. One was blonde, smooth skinned with a swimmers body and
long slender size 11 feet, and his green eyes sparkling like emeralds
on his beautiful face.
The second was a bit shorter and stockier, with a mat of soft black
hair covering his well defined six pack abdomen and chest all the
way down to below his navel, matching his dark brown hair and complimenting
his dark brown eyes, set in that rugged but handsome face. His feet
were wider than Blondie's, but were also bigger; about size 12-13,
but well groomed and, like the rest of him, stocky. It was easy
to see what they looked like, as they were both only clad in revealing
black silk briefs.
I was glad to see SOMEBODY here, so I began to walk over to them
asking "Hey, guys! Am I glad to see you! Where the heck...”
but I never got the chance to ask my question. The two of them were
on me in a flash. They grabbed my arms and stretched them out, their
powerful grips, coupled with the surprise of the attack, giving
me no chance to put up a struggle. What happened next both shocked
and terrified me; they each held my wrists firmly, keeping my arms
outstretched, and, with their free hand, they reached into my bare
armpits and began to tickle me!
I have always been terribly ticklish, but, as I was usually the
oldest in my group of friends, I had usually been able to avoid
being tickled, even if someone found out how ticklish I was. But
in this situation, these guys were definitely stronger than I was,
especially when working together, and the speed of their attack
left me with no defense, so I immediately began to laugh. "STHAAHAAP",
I shouted, "I'm THEEHEEKLISH damnitHAAHAAHEE!" But that
only seemed to egg them on, as they now moved down and began tickling
my ribs, stomach and, worst of all my belly button.
They were merciless in their tickle attack, their hands working
all over my exposed torso. Keeping my arms outstretched gave them
access to every ticklish inch of my upper body, and they took full
advantage of this. Their fingers danced about in my pits, squeezed
and prodded my helpless ribs, wiggled an index finger in my very
sensitive navel, flexed their fingers on my naked stomach, and ran
the pads of their fingers up and down the bare skin of my back.
When they found that one of my 'sweet spots' was my waist, my blonde
attacker concentrated there, while his hairy chested friend assaulted
my ticklish navel, wiggling his finger all over inside it. I was
now completely hysterical, and could no loner form words. Worse
yet, I was beginning to become helpless, and began to sink to the
ground. It quickly became evident that this was exactly what they
were waiting for!
Now that they had succeeded in tickling me helpless, they each put
one of my arms over their shoulder, holding me up and slightly off
the ground, as they continued to tickle me with their free hand,
and they walked me out the door. We walked down a long, dim corridor.
I had no idea where we were, what we were passing, or where we were
going. Hell, I couldn't even tell what the floor was, as I was literally
being held off the floor, so I couldn't feel a thing, despite the
fact that I was barefoot. In any event, I was now gasping for breath,
my eyes filled with tears, and my uncontrollable laughter keeping
me as helpless as a baby. I wouldn't be able to tell the difference
between a cell and a suite in the state I was in!
The next thing I felt was being laid down on something that felt
soft and comfortable, like a mattress, but a firm one. They continued
to tickle me, now working on those sensitive spots they found earlier,
my navel and waist. When they were convinced that I was tickled
completely helpless, they fastened padded restraints around my writs,
which held my arms out, almost in a crucifixion position, with the
padding making the restraints comfortable, but totally restricting
my movements.
I was still laughing uncontrollably as they placed my ankles into
the holes in padded stocks which, when closed, left my legs and
feet immobile, but raised slightly, with my legs spread out slightly,
about 2 feet apart. They then took leather laces, one by each foot,
which had 5 'lassos' at the end and were attached to the tops of
the stock by each foot, and pulled the lace out so they could place
each of the 'lasso' loops over each toe. When they had all 10 toes
secured, they pulled the laces back so that my feet were fully flexed
back, and all 10 toes were splayed apart and bent back. They then
tied the laces to metal loops on the base of the stocks, leaving
my feet completely immobile and helpless. I was now naked, tied
and helpless, and at the mercy of these two studs who had yet to
say a word, and had just finished tickling me silly!
I was beginning to catch my breath, and now that I was able to verbalize,
I demanded "O.K. you two, enough! Tell Benny that he wins!
This is the best trick he's ever played. You guys were great! I
was TOTALLY scared shitless! Now, get these...” At that point
Blondie shot his fingers into my left armpit and began to wiggle
his fingers, sending me into another round of uncontrolled laughter.
After a minute, he began to speak, never letting up on my armpit
tickling, "That's enough talking, #23. Time to let you know
what's going to happen to you. We are going to go through the 'Three
Stages of Tickle Torture' with you. Stage One; we'll tickle you
from your neck down to the tips of your naked toes, rating each
spots from 1 to 10, with 10 being your most ticklish spots, and
1 spots where you're not ticklish. That should take about two hours,
as we'll have to test tickling techniques on all your 7-10 ranked
spots. Stage Two, we'll test all those 7-10 ranked spots with different
tickling devices, such as feathers, dry pens, brushes, etc., to
see what works best on each spot. That should take another 2 hours.
Finally, we'll move onto Stage Three. That's when we're going to
tickle those 8-10 ranked spots with the devices that worked best
on each. We'll tickle you from the 8's through to the 10's, in that
order, increasing the amount of tickle time as we go up the scale.
We'll be tickling your 10's for at least two hours each, which should
pretty much take us through today.” I was petrified with fright
at this.
"No! Please! You've GOT to be kidding! This is a joke, right?
C'mon! Ben put you up to this, right? He knows I'm ticklish, and
he's trying to get back at that pipe thing and me from last summer.
I was just kidding! I only tickled his feet for about a half hour!
You guys got me for at LEAST that long already! Ben wins! I'm sorry!
I HEEHEEHEEHEE!!!" 20 fingers wiggling all around my neck and
under my chin cut me off.
True to his word, Blondie and Hairy, as I was now mentally calling
them, spent the next 2 hours tickling every inch of my naked body.
They discovered that, while I was ticklish on my ribs and pits,
giving them a 6 and 7, respectively, my nipples were more sensitive,
causing me to roar with laughter when they twirled the pads of their
fingers around and over them. They rated them an 8. Hairy confirmed
that my belly button was a 9, while Blondie gave my waist a like
rating when he ran his fingers from my navel to the base of my back,
then back again. They smiled from ear to ear when Hairy found my
thighs to be 8's, and were even happier when Blondie tickled my
balls and the skin behind my balls and I screamed with hysterical
laughter. "A DEFINATE 10!" he declared, and they both
laughed as my dick stood erect as a skyscraper and oozed with pre-cum.
I was not only being tickled to death, I was being turned on, more
than I had ever been turned on before, with no hope of release in
sight!
Finally, they got to the one spot I desperately hoped they would
overlook; my totally exposed and helpless bare feet!
As Blondie approached my right foot, and Hairy my left, I fought
with all my might against the restraints, but it was all in vain.
They could sense my terror, and they took great joy in prolonging
my wait for their fingers to find their excruciatingly ticklish
targets. I summoned all my strength and screamed, "PLEASE!
For the love of God, PLEASE don't tickle my feet! Not my BARE FEET!
You'll kill me! I'll do anything you want! ANYTHING! I'll suck your
cocks! I'll be your slave, but please, PLEASE, don't tickle my BARE
FEET!" But they ignored my please, or rather they savored them,
as they began to wiggle their fingers and slowly bring them toward
my tautly flexed bare soles. To add insult to injury, Blondie began
to taunt me, "Tickle, tickle, tickle! We're gonna tickle those
bare feet of yours until they turn 12 shades of pink! Ready...set...TICKLE!”
and with that, 20 fingers assaulted my poor exposed soles.
They stroked my soles with the pads of their fingers; they drew
figure 8's with their nails; they lightly scratched from heels to
the balls of my feet, then reversed direction, applying various
pressures as they scratched. They soon learned that light scratching
on my soles worked best, while stroking with the pads worked great
on my arches, and heavier scratching worked best on the balls and
heels.
All during this ordeal Blondie took delight in taunting me, "Kitchy,
kitchy coo! We're going to tickle you silly! Maybe even to death!
You have such ticklish bare feet, don't you? Say it! Say you have
ticklish feet! Say you have the most ticklish bare feet in the world,
or we'll tickle you to death! Kitchy coo! Kitchy coo! Tickle, tickle,
tickle! Say it!" At which point I desperately fought to scream
"YHEEHEEHEES! IHAAHAAM THEEHEEHEEKLISHH! I HAAHAAVE THEEHEEHEEKLISH
FHEEHEEHEET! PLHEEHEESE! HAAHAAVE MHEEHEERCHEEHEE!! HAAIM THEEHEEHEEKHEEHEESH!"
but my pleas went unheeded, as the torturous tickling continued
unabated.
Finally, after at least 2 hours of non-stop foot tickling, they
stopped. I continued to laugh, unable to gain control of myself,
for several minutes. Finally, I gathered enough strength to say,
"Please! No more tickling! I BEG you! Please, no more tickling!
I'll do anything you want, give you anything, just PLEASE, don't
tickle me any more!” I was actually crying. I ached all over
from laughing, and my dick, still rock hard, ached to be relieved.
The tickling had actually been not only torturous, but erotic as
well, and looking at these two gorgeous practically naked studs
didn't help turn me off, either!
"Don't tickle you any more? Are you KIDDING! Your feet are
definitely 10+'s, and we still haven't checked out your toes!"
Blondie said, with a devilish look in those gorgeous green eyes.
While I've always realized that my feet were my most ticklish spot,
and I was quite surprised to learn how ticklish my balls were, I
always knew that my #1 most ticklish spot was my toes. One time
a trick got playful in bed and started to lick my feet. When I broke
out in hysterical laughter and yelled for him to stop, he looked
at me playfully and kept on licking, going around and between my
toes with his tongue. I screamed with laughter, harder than I had
ever before, and begged and pleaded with him to stop. He only stopped
when I promised to blow him, then let him fuck me, something NOBODY
had ever done to me before, but I was going to do ANYTHING to get
him to stop licking my toes, even if it meant anal sex! Now these
two studs were threatening to go to work on my toes, all flexed
back and splayed apart, and I was terrified.
"Not the toes! PLEASE! Not the TOES! I'll do anything! ANYTHING!
I pray to you, PLEASE, don't tickle my toes! Not my TOES!!!”
but that only egged them on, and the toe tickling began. They spent
the next 2 hours working on my toes, tickling the base of the toes,
then the pads, sometimes tickling the pads of all 10 toes at once,
at other times tickling between one toe at a time. Hairy seemed
to like working on all 5 toes on my left foot at once, flicking
his fingers lightly over the pads, then over the tips, ending up
in the spaces between. Blondie liked to work at one toe at a time,
concentrating his attack where it was doing the most good; the webbing
and spaces between the toes. The bottom line was I wanted it to
stop. I'd do anything to make it stop. I wanted to die, if that
would make it stop. But it didn't stop. Not for a very, very long
time.
When they finally did stop, I was exhausted, covered in sweat, tears
streaming down my face, my lungs aching from screaming and laughing
uncontrollably for God knew how long. And I also wanted to cum,
HAD to cum, or I would go mad.
"Well, you've made it through Stage 1. Now, on to Stage 2!"
Blondie announced.
I screamed.
They spent the next several hours testing my most ticklish spots
with every tickle tool imaginable. Ultimately, they determined that
old fashioned shaving brushes worked best on my tits and nipples,
a stiff feather worked great in my belly button, while fingers worked
best on my waist, and I went insane when they used a paint brush
on my balls, and a feather on the skin between my ass and balls
and asshole. On the arches of my feet, they determined a soft, stiff
bristled brush made me scream hysterically, while I went mad when
they rolled a pinecone up and down my bare soles.
They were split on my toes; Hairy loved my reaction when he went
between all 5 of my toes at once with fuzzy pipe cleaners, while
Blondie was partial to using an artists brush between two toes at
a time, working it over the webbing, then up and down the sides
of one toe, then back to the webbing and up the side of the next
toe, repeating the process from toe to toe. In any event, when they
finally finished, I was reduced to nothing more than a slab of warm
gelatin. And I STILL had a raging hard on!!
This time Hairy spoke, "Well, #23. You made it through Stage
2. Ready for Stage 3?
"God no! No more tickling! I already said I'd do anything,
ANYTHING! Just please, NO MORE TICKLING!! I can't STAND it any more!
I WILL die if you tickle me for a single minute! I mean it. I'll
DIE! And my name is JIM, Jim Corwin, not #23. Jim Corwin!"
I protested, although why this bothered me, especially after these
guys had practically tickled me to death, and were now threatening
to tickle me even more, I didn't know.
Blondie now bent down next to my left ear and cooed "Wanna
cum?” to which I shouted, "YES! Please, Let me cum. I
HAVE to cum! I'll make both of you happy, happier than you've ever
been, if only you'll let me cum!” to which he answered, "Say
your name is #23 and I'll let you cum! Say it!” with that
I felt the stroking of a feather on my balls, and I screamed with
renewed laughter.
Blondie continued to twirl the tip of the feather round and round
my ball sack, driving me insane with tickling sensations, and making
my dick ache, bloated with cum that was just straining to get out,
but couldn't without some help. "PLHEEHEEHEESE! Let mheehee
CHAAHAAHAAM! I have to CHAAHAAHAAM! STHAAHAAP THEEHEEKLING MHAAHAAY
BHAAHAAHAALLS and let mheehee CHAAHAAM!” I begged, but the
feathering continued. "Say your right name and I'll stop tickling
your balls and I'll make you cum! Say it! Say your name, or my friend
will start tickling your bare toes while I keep tickling your balls.
Would you like that? Say it, or you'll get it, but good!”
Blondie threatened.
God help me, I couldn't take it any more, and the thought of having
my balls and toes tickled at the same time was more than I could
bear, so I screamed "I'm #23!HEEHEEHEE! I'm 23! HAAHAAHAA!
MHAAHAAY NAME HEEHEES #23 HEEHEEHEE! PLHEEHEESE HAAHAAVE MHEEHEERCY!
23! HEEHEEHEE! 23!"
"Good boy #23!" said Blondie, triumphantly, "Now,
let's milk you dry!” With that he proceed to get up on the
table I was strapped down on, and laid down over me, with his head
down by my feet, and his feet up by my shoulders, his smooth, flat
stomach pressing down on my swollen, throbbing dick.
"You said you'd make me cum!” I protested, "Please!
You promised! I WANT TO CUM! I HAVE to cum! PLEASE! Let me cum!”
but to my horror, instead of jerking me off, he began to tickle
the soles of both of my bare feet with his fingers, while he inserted
his own naked toes into my armpits and began to wiggle them about,
tickling my pits. I screamed with a combination of ticklish hysteria
and complete frustration, but he just kept on tickling.
I began to buck and squirm under the tickling he was inflicting
on me with his fingers and toes, and to my horror I now felt Hairy
stroking my exposed balls with a feather. I screamed and thrashed
about as much as I could in my restraints, and that's when I realized
what was happening; by squirming about, I was rubbing my dick up
and down against Blondie's belly, and he was gyrating his midsection
in the opposite direction on my dick, so I was being stroked and
jerked off by his belly!
As I began to reach orgasm, helped on by the feathering of my balls
by Hairy, they both stopped tickling me and just left Blondie to
continue his gyration. Within seconds I was exploding into his navel,
and he kept gyrating and milking me until I was bone dry. At that
point he got off of me. He then picked up a pan of warm water that
was apparently under the table, washed me off, then washed his belly
clean.
That's when he broke the news to me, "By the way, did I mention
the fact that most people are 10 times more ticklish after they've
cum, and it IS time to begin Stage 3! With that, he stepped back
and showed me the artists brushes he was holding, with their silky
soft bristles, and announced "Time to go to work between your
toes!” and before I could scream I saw Hairy appear on my
right side with a long, stiff feather and a paint brush, and announce,
"And I'll work on his belly button with this feather, and his
balls and asshole with the brush!” and, true to their word,
they did.
They were wrong, however; I was not 10 times more ticklish now that
I had just cum, I was 100 times more ticklish, and their assault
on my most ticklish spots, with devices that tickled me the most,
drove me into a tickling Hell on earth. I have no idea how long
they tickled me. I lost all touch with reality after the first hour.
The only thing I do know is that they tickled me until I was hard
again, but this time relief was not in the cards.
They had tickled me for over 8 hours, and I guess they felt that,
if they continued now, I actually would die, so they finally stopped.
They removed the restraints, picked me up off the table, and Hairy
announced, "Bath time #23!” With that they led me out
of the room, as I was way too weak to walk on my own. In fact, I
was still giggling, unable to stop after so much tickle torture.
They led me into a large shower room, where they steadied me, removed
their briefs so they were now stark naked, and stood me up under
a stream of warm, refreshing water that cascaded out of a large
shower head. I still had a hard on from the tickling, and it was
only getting worse looking at these two naked Adonis's standing
on either side of me. I went to touch myself, somehow hoping they
wouldn't notice if I jerked myself off, but they did notice, and
they took action. They each grabbed an arm and, taking a bar of
soap each, they began to tickle washes me under my arms.
The warm water softened my skin, making me more ticklish than if
I were dry, and the soaping made my skin slippery, allowing their
fingers to easily slide and slip all over my exposed ribs, pits
and tits, driving me right back into ticklish hysteria. "That
was a definite no-no #23!" said Blondie. "Now you have
to be punished #23, and you know what that means; more TICKLING!"
boomed Hairy, and his soapy fingers shot down to my ticklish belly
and belly button, and I was doubled over with laughter in seconds.
It didn't take long before their combined tickling of my tits, belly,
pits, and belly button forced me to the floor of the shower.
"Now that you're down there #23, it's time for YOU to do some
work. Lick my friends feet, and if you tickle him, even once, it's
the toes for you!" ordered Hairy, as he pointed down to my
naked feet with a long handled soft bristled shower brush. I could
just imagine the damage that that brush would do between my warm,
soft, wet, soapy toes, so I instantly crawled over to Blondie's
feet and began to lick. I tried desperately to keep up enough pressure
to keep the licking from tickling, but when I got to the side of
his left foot, my tongue slipped under his arch and lightly stroked
the bottom of the arch. He jumped. I was doomed.
True to his word, Hairy instantly grabbed my right ankle, lifted
my foot up against his soft, furry chest, and went to work on my
toes, first soaping them up, then scrubbing the toes with that god
awful brush. I was hysterical in seconds, and begging for mercy.
Blondie wasn't idle, either, as he soaped up his hands and went
to work tickle washing my asshole and balls, stroking and wiggling
his soft soapy fingers under my balls, on my ball sack, and around
the rim and on the sides of my asshole. I was now not only hysterical,
I was super horny as well, and all I could see through my hysteria
teared eyes was Blondie's gorgeous cock, hard and fully erect, dangling
in front of me.
After about 15 minutes of this torture, I couldn't stand it any
longer. I reached down to the base of my soul and gathered up all
the strength I had in me. I forced myself up, grabbed hold of Blondie's
erection, and slipped my mouth over that beautiful cock of his.
Shocked by what I was doing, they both stopped tickling me. Still
laughing residual laughter from the tickling, I kept my lips firmly
clamped about his cock, and began to massage it with my lips, while
I used my tongue to stroke his cockhead, deep in my mouth. I was
now kneeling in front of him, and I suddenly felt Hairy begin to
tickle my balls from behind. In an attempt at retaliation, I reached
up and tickled Blondie behind his balls while I continued to suck
him off. To my delight, he was as ticklish on his balls as I was,
so I was determined to tickle and suck him off as long as I was
being ball tickled, no matter how torturous it was for me.
Blondie giggled uncontrollably, and I felt Hairy stop his tickling
of my balls, apparently sending me a message that Blondie was ready
to orgasm. I stopped tickling his balls, and increased the pressure
of my lips on his shaft. True enough, within seconds he exploded
in my mouth, sending buckets of cum down my throat.
I sucked him dry, and, to my shock, Hairy turned me around, laid
me on the floor of the shower, with the warm water still pouring
over us, and knelt down over my head so his cock was right in my
face. I now felt Blondie begin to tickle the soles of my wet, soft,
and now super ticklish feet to force me to do something I intended
to do, anyway; open my mouth to accept Hairy's dick. Even laughing
uncontrollably, I still was able to clamp my lips over his swollen
cock and begin to give him his blowjob.
The tickling of my feet and having that dick in my mouth was getting
me harder by the second, so you can understand my relief when I
felt Blondie lay down on my stomach, his head over my dick and,
while he continued to tickle my feet, he placed my dick in his mouth
and began to suck me off while I was blowing Hairy. I was in a state
of Heaven and Hell all at one time!
Even in my ticklish agony I was so turned on by the warm mouth on
my cock, and the swollen member in mine, that I decided to get playful
with my tormentors; I began to tickle the bottoms of Blondie's bare
feet, that were right next to my hands. To my delight, I heard him
burst into hysterical laughter, but, not wanting to be out done,
he kept my dick in his mouth, continuing to blow me while he was
being foot tickled, as I continued to blow Hairy while Blondie tickled
my bare soles.
We seemed to work as a single unit, for, as I could tell that Hairy
was ready to cum and stopped tickling Blondie's feet to concentrate
on finishing Hairy off, Blondie realized that I was ready, too,
and he stopped working me over on my feet and concentrated on orchestrating
a simultaneous orgasm for me and Hairy. We all accomplished our
goals, as I came within seconds of Hairy bursting his essence into
my mouth.
The three of us laid there on the floor of the shower, exhausted,
naked, but totally satisfied. Blondie was on my right, Hairy on
my left, and we kept looking at each other with the deepest affection
I felt in a very long time.
Finally Hairy said, "Time for bed, #23. We have to repeat this
each day for the next year. You pissed off some very powerful people,
and are sentenced to this tickle torture every day for the next
year!”
Looking at my two naked studs, I could only think, "What can
I do to get this sentence extended?”
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