Frontier Justice
by Jeremy F

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The night seems to last much too long and Brian can’t sleep.

Every time he lay down his armpit hair feels like fingers or the wind blows and his chest hair shifts in the wind. He is a more than moderately hairy individual and he knows that is going to make his suffering worse. He pounds on the bars of the jail cell and yells that it’s 1878 and that this kind of suffering ain’t right. He yells that the governor will call and put an end to this practice and the jailer laughs at him.

He says come sunrise Brian is gonna regret ever trying to take what wasn’t his. Then the jailer spits into a pot and it rings out. The way Brain knows his laugh will at sunrise.

To understand you need to go back a few months. Brian was convicted of tickling a man to death. He didn’t do it, but he did tickle the man and looked on in interest. “Interest” might be the wrong word. He had the job of keeping the owner of the cattle “distracted” while he and his gang stole his cattle. When he came upon the man he was just home from being out and had taken his shirt off. “Freeze!” Brian shouted and before the man had even turned to see if he had a gun he raised his hands.

“Are you Glen Gasnard?” He asked. The man said he was as he turned around. He wasn’t an unattractive man. He was probably about 45 or so, skinny, with really attractive hair in his armpits. He also had really cool brown hair on his chest that went in a trail down and around his belly button. Brian found himself staring at the man before him. Mesmerized by his body.

When Brian was younger he had seen his father’s hairy torso and been totally transfixed on it. Mostly at times when they went swimming, just he and his father. Walking to the swimming hole Brian tried his best to act like he wasn’t staring. His father had one time, when Brian was 17 invited a friend of his on one of those outings. The man had jet black hair on his head and all over his chest and belly. Brian always remembered that he had been talking and said something. Brian didn’t respond and the man poked him in the ribs and said “Pay attention boy!”

The tingling had started then. A man could just say “tickle” and it would start. Sometimes around where Brian wanted to be tickled (or tickle) his feet or armpits, and sometimes around his cock; arguably the most ticklish place of all.

Brian had jumped when this man poked him in the rib and poked him right back, in the belly as this man was facing him. Brian recalled how great the hair felt on his finger, he wanted the feeling to never end, and the tingling around his genitals, well that was great too. The other great thing was the man had jumped and giggled, hard, and just like that kept on walking. Brian wanted him to come back so they could have a tickle fight, and was for the first time in his life unable to move for a few minuets as his father and friend walked down the road.

Brian motioned his gun toward the door and the man stepped outside, hands still raised. When they came out of the house a member of Brian’s gang tied him to a tree out front and told Brian to watch him. His hands still up Brian looked at the man before him, tied to the tree with hands up and over his head. No shirt on, Brian felt a strange tingle all over his genitals. He looked at the man who had fear in his eyes and said “What are you gonna do?”
Brian had a strange urge to just touch the man’s hair. He looked around to make sure no one could see and then approached the man, hands out, like a zombie. The man started giggling. “What are you doing?!?!” He demanded. “What the hell is this!?!?!”

Brian ran his fingers up and down the man’s chest. The man was giggling. At first very quietly as he demanded the Brian stop but harder and harder as it went on. Brian kept switching from his chest to his belly to the hair in his armpits. He barely touched them and the man went into hysterical laughter.

HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!

The more Brian did this the stronger he felt that tingling. Then he looked at the man. Covered in sweat from head to toe and worst of all he had a raging erection. “Someone’s enjoying their torment” he said with a smirk. He was too but he’d never admit it, his erection wasn’t visible as his cock was standing up in his pants instead of out. He noticed that the man had rock hard nipples and he felt that strange urge again to just touch them.
The man, as if telepathic eyes began to beg Brian “fuck man not the nipples!” But he didn’t say anything. He just braced himself for how much this was gonna tickle. At that moment the wind blew the hair between his nipples on his chest. The sight was so intoxicating Brian was tweaking and scratching lightly around them and on them.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK HAHAHAHAH HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEEHEHEHEEHEHEH HOOOOHOOOOHOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!”

Glen was screaming and begging the tickling to stop and then all of sudden he started moaning loudly. “Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH”

His erection was replaced by a wet spot on the front of his jeans. Brian began to feel the tingle too, hard. He kept tweaking and scratching the man’s nipples …until…Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH He began to feel himself tighten up on the inside, and then…AN EXPLOSION!

The tingling went away and Brian had to collapse on his knees. He was gasping for air. He Looked up and…fuck! Glen had passed out tied to the tree. He gasped a few more times and stood up. Just then he heard horses riding up. He turned, expecting to see the gang but instead saw the sheriff and his deputies. He put up his hands in surrender but couldn’t help but notice the hair in his pits and on his chest and belly, black and drenched with sweat, wouldn’t love the treatment Glen had just received.

There was no trial. Frontier justice was handed down by the sheriff who was all fire and brimstone and then smiled as he handed Brian his sentence. He was to be tickled, to death. Glen wasn’t dead but that hardly mattered to the sheriff. And the man to do it was D.V.

D.V was about 42 and clean shaven. Kind of. It seemed to always have a salt and pepper stubble about it. D.V. Came to see Brian the day before he was to get tickle tortured. D.V. Was balding slightly but had extremely hairy hands and arm hair that seemed to curl. His chest seemed superbly hairy also, the hair curled up poking out of his shirt. He had blue eyes that seemed to cut deep and tickle right through your mind into your soul. His smile was playful, daring you not to smile back.

Brian did smile at him. He felt that old familiar tingle. Brian would be lying if he said the prospect of being tickled by D.V. wasn’t exciting, if not a little anxiety causing.

It was explained to Brian that D.V. was insane, an expert tickler who carried out all jail sentences for the county. It was understood that D.V. would tickle every last laugh out of him.

The following morning at exactly sunrise the jail cell bars opened and Brian felt like he would pass out. The jailer told him to take off his shirt and his boots. He stood up and his black hair on his torso seemed to glisten from the sweat of what he knew what was about to happen.

In Brian’s mind the jailer yelled out “Tickled man walking!” As He swallowed hard and moved out of the cell, barefoot and without a shirt. He walked out and across the back to where D.V. was waiting for them, without a shirt on too. Brian was right, his chest hair was exquisite. A black salt and pepper blend that seemed to defy shape and just covered his chest and belly completely. He swallowed hard as if D.V. could hear his cock tingling as well as everywhere else he wanted D.V. to touch him.

D.V. Tied his hands over his head on a kitchen table looking contraption then secured both his feet in stock looking things at the end of the table. The jailer then left. Brian and D.V. were alone. He started to sweat.

D.V. giggled as he started towards Brian, hands out like a zombie. Brian started laughing before D.V. Even touched his stomach and when he did Brian jumped a mile.

D.V. said “I’m sorry, I’m not much of a talker and I assume you know why this is happening?”

Brian responded with insane laughter. The wind through D.V.’s open window on his chest and belly hair made the tickling more intense.

“Scream and laugh all you want,” D.V. laughed, “We’re in the middle of nowhere and the jail is miles out of town, this is why I live by the jail!”

Brian shreaked. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA HHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE HOOOHOOOOHOOOOOHOOOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!”

D.V. seemed to have a million fingers that danced in and out of Brian’s pits and all over his torso. Brian tried to fight it but felt the familiar tingle in his jeans. Then he realized standing up for all the world to see was his erection. D.V. remarked that someone was “enjoying their punishment” and then he startled Brian so he couldn’t see his erection. All he could see was this massive hairy man on his stomach and his own chest hair.

D.V. said, “I want to put you through what you put Glen through” and instantly Brian knew he was gonna tickle his nipples.
“Not my nipples! HHHHHH….EEEEEEEE….LLLLLLL….” Brian said as D.V. stroked up and down them crossing his hands and teasing him saying “goochie goo!”

Brian started to feel that intense tingle again. He begged D.V. to stop but here it came: oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! FUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK…………He shouted as he had the most massive orgasm he had ever had.

D.V. looked at his crotch and smiled. There was a wet spot right where his erection had been and he could see Brian’s cock tingling as it retreated.

D.V. told a sweating and trembling Brian tied to his table that orgasm made the tickling so much worse. He then started squeezing Brian’s knees and remarking that he heard the knees were a sensitive place.

Brian responded with insane laughter: “HAHAhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

D.V. Then moved down to Brian’s uncovered feet. He ran a finger down Brian’s left foot and Brian shrieked and tried to pull away. “Already?” D.V. asked. He then proceeded to tickle up and down them, all around them with his fingers.

Brian responded with insane laughter: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHOOOHOOOHOOOHOOOOHOOO!”

D.V. then began to run his tongue all over Brian’s sensitive toes. Brian screamed and begged. He went insane with laughter. But nothing would make D.V. stop. Brian realized he was feeling that old familiar tingle again.

D.V. looked up and saw Brian’s erection standing tall once again. Already? He said. He had tools but thought they would be even more effective with another orgasm under his belt. He then started to tickle Brian’s cock through his jeans with his free hands.

He heard Brian moaning again. Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH!! And was ready for the final sound when he noticed he himself was sporting wood. He knew what he wanted to do. He straddled Brian’s belly once again and started tickling his nipples and his collarbone. He went between licking Brian’s neck and collarbone and licking his chest hair. He kept this up until he felt that intense buildup in his own cock. He started to moan: “Oh! OH! OH! OH! OH YES! OH YES!

UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH” His erection subsided. A wet spot appeared on his jeans. His chest and belly hair were sweaty and heaving in and out. He stopped tickling Brian and collapsed on his chest fur. He looked up and his eyes met Brian’s, and both their eyes said what they couldn’t say with their mouths. That neither one wanted this to stop.

D.V. started the tickling again, and as Brian laughed insanely He danced his fingers in and out of Brian’s pits. This was frontier justice after all, and he still had tools to use on Brian’s feet….

THE END?