CSI: Las Vegas - Stokes Is The Victim (George Eads)
by Covertmon

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Nick stokes drove towards the Lareby country estate, all he had was one lead, in the case of kidnappings of prominent business men from their estate homes.

So far ten men had been targeted within the estate. The day was hot and Nick adjusted the collar of his white Texan shirt as he drove out past the city to get some relief. He had just finished up at the courtroom testifying for another case, so he was wearing a suit.

The case was unique. All the victims disappeared for three days at a time and were found wandering on the outskirts of the city barefoot in their business suits. So far no one had died but the victims were all taken to the ER and treated for severe dehydration. Upon questioning by Catherine, all the victims had in common was a story to describe a horrible ordeal where they were tortured for information.

The information gathered from them was always classified company secrets and the victims refused to tell the CSi’s about what they endured, and most of them had amnesia as to how they wound up in the desert. All Catherine could got out of them, was how the experience nearly killed them.

Nick had processed what little evidence he could find on the victims. They were all bound with leather, were dosed with a cocktail of drugs in their system, and traces of tea tree oil on their feet and bodies. All this was freely available around the city, so no one could be connected by the crime. The only link was that they all resided in the same country estate, and were prominent business men. They were however abducted at different times and in different locations, so Nick assumed the criminal stalked his victims.

The weekend had come and Catherine - leading the CSi’s - gave Nick the task of warning all the remaining un-abducted residents in the estate about the case.

Nick went to the last remaining houses and talked to the residents that were home. It was now 10:30 at night and the CSI was tired and couldn’t wait to return home for some rest. Working such long shifts, had left Nick with very little time to do common household chores like laundry, so he was wearing his last white shirt, black pants and black socks tucked into a pair of black wingtips he bought for a wedding once, but never wore.
Nick slowly walked up the drive way of the last house on the far end of the estate.

He texted Catherine and let her know he had one more house and then he was finishing up his shift. The security in the estate refused to let him drive the large CSI truck too far into the estate, so most of the work was door to door, walking from house to gorgeous house. But each house in the estate was a large mansion on acres of land, so it took Nick fifteen minutes to get from one to the other. The final house was on the opposite side of the golf course on top of a hill, secluded from the others

Nick walked up the large marble steps to the front door and rang the bell, shifting uneasily in his in his suit. He had been on his feet so long, they ached in his tight shoes, and his socks were thin so his feet were hot and sweaty from the and by now felt every bump and stone on the ground, he couldn’t wait to get home and rest his tired size 13 feet on his sofa and drink a cold bear.

Nick rang the bell and waited. After a few minutes he heard footsteps on the other side followed by the door opening slowly

“Evenin Sir,” Nick greeted as the door opened and flashed his badge “I am with the crime lab, CSi Stokes is the name. I’m here to advise you about the crimes that I am sure you are aware of in the area.” He said looking down at his notes.

Nick looked up and saw a young college student had answered the door. He was blonde and blue eyed and kinda slim. Nick dwarfed his height and stared down at the nervous youth. He couldn’t have been more then 21.

“Sorry man, is your dad home, I need to speak with him?” Nick asked a bit embarrassed that he wasn’t paying attention

The boy looked around outside the door and then slowly at Nick and finally spoke answered

“Please come in...” Nick followed him into the lobby of the house. “My dad’s away on business, it’s just me for the night, so you tell me what’s going on and I’ll let him know when he calls.”

Nick began explaining the case as the boy led him to an entertainment room with a big screen TV and two lazy boys. He offered Nick a drink while Nick continued explaining the dangers of the case. The boy in turn explained how his dad was on his way home from work and was then called by assistant to get to the airport and fly to Hong Kong for an urgent meeting with the board.

The boy’s name was Cody, and his father was Edward Miles a prominent construction company executive in Las Vegas. He had come home for the weekend to spend time with his old man. .

After filling Cody in the details of the case, Cody spoke.

“So you’re saying my dad could be next… this guy…whoever he is could be after my dad. You don’t think he might try to abduct my Dad tonight do you?” a look of worry came over the boy’s face.

“Calm down,” Nick replied, “I’ll do a sweep of the house; just show me all the rooms. Once I leave I’ll get one of the local cops to sit watch outside your place.”

Cody led Nick upstairs and watched as he checked all the rooms. After about an hour they finished up in the kitchen with Nick checking the back door locks.

“Well, it looks like this place will be hard to get into. You dad spared no expense on top notch security,” he said turning to Cody wiping his brow from the heat as sweat trickled down

“Well, there is one last room I haven’t showed you” said Cody sheepishly “it’s the pool house, it’s across the garden. We should check that out as well.”

Nick followed Cody down the garden. The garden was dark and overgrown, Nick had trouble keeping up with Cody. As they reached the bottom of the garden Nick turned and stopped to check how far away they were from the house. Nick turned back and saw Cody has disappeared.

“he must have gone ahead of me…” nick said to himself as he made his way towards a faint light in the back of the garden down a steep slope of grass.

As Nick got to the pool house, His smooth wingtips slipped on the wet grass. Nick slid down the patch of earth trying to maintain his equilibrium. He managed to stop himself from falling and hitting his head against the door of the pool house. Nick took a breath, wishing for the night to end, looking up through the door of the pool house Nick froze…

“Cody…what am I looking it?” asked Nick as he stared into the room. “Cody what the hell do you do in here?” Nick asked walking slowly into the open plan house. Cody didn’t answer, and nick became worried.

Nick heard the sound of the wooden floor creak and turned.

As Nick turned he found Cody had silently sneaked up right behind him. Nick staggered back in surprise, trying to regain his footing Cody moved in and drew a small syringe from out his pocket and jabbed it into Nick.

Nick felt the sting of the serum in his neck, and pushed Cody away as he reached for his gun. Nick pointed the gun at Cody, who was now smiling with his arms raised walking slowly backwards.

“What the hell was that man?” Nick yelled. “What the hell did you inject me….with…uggh.” Nick felt the room start to spin and his body start to go Limp. He slumped to his knees trying to focus. The gun fell softly onto the carpeted floor as Nick looked up. Cody was walking up to him. Nick tried to throw a punch, but his strength was sapped by the serum. Cody knelt down in front of him as Nick’s weight and body slumped forward into Cody’s arms

As Nick lost consciousness Cody’s voice faintly said in his ear “ Nick, you shouldn’t have come by tonight…cause now you’re gonna be the next victim.”

Nick was groggy and his body was stiff, he was sitting down and the room was dark, his silk tie covered his eyes tied around his head. He tried moving his arms and felt them pull against restraints over his head. Most of the sensation of his body hadn’t returned, but Nick felt positive his arms were tied bent up behind his head, so his hands sat against the back of his head, and his elbows stuck out to the sides. Slowly Nick remembered what happened. Cody drugged him…and Cody was…the serial stalker. Nick listened to the sound of the room trying to get a clue to his surroundings. His legs were secured as well, straight out in front of him, they were also slightly spread apart and firmly held in place by large leather ankle straps. Nick tried to test his bond and pulled against them. His arms didn’t move, they were pulled tightly by the restraints allowing very little movement. He kicked his legs to try and break their bonds, but the leather held, he couldn’t even bend his knees. Nick stopped thrashing and gasped for air in the stuffy room. He was trapped, and was about to find out what exactly the stalker did to the victims, what made them lose their memories, what traumatised them…

“ So you’re awake?” Cody’s voice came from a few steps in front of Nick.

Nick felt the blindfold being removed and blinked in the light of the room as his vision cleared. In front of him sat Cody, staring at him blankly. Nick glanced around, and saw the room in the light for the first time, confirming what he thought he saw in the darkness.

It was a torture chamber.

The walls were soundproof and painted red. The floor was wooden and painted black. In the middle of the room Nick sat upon what looked like modified lazy boy. The construction was sturdy and the chair itself was covered in black vinyl. Nick turned his head and saw a Red Chinese oak Cabinet to the right of the room. Whatever was in the Cabinet, Nick knew, would not be bad. On the other side of the room was a doctors table, the kind they use for pregnant women, it too was black, but Nick noticed the supports for the legs, were reinforced. The ceiling had all sorts of hooks and pulleys dangling down, Nick shivered on the inside staring at it..

Nicks mind began to race, he had found the serial kidnapper. As the words formed in his mind the horror dawned on Nick. He was the next victim and would be tortured for next. He looked up from the chair into the eyes of his captor. Cody’s timid nature had vanished, his eyes stared at Nick like a piece of meat. His sat in a comfy chair across from Nick with his legs crossed tapping his finger to his lip as he thought.

“ Nick?” Cody said to the room in General. “ I think we should discuss what’s gonna happen...” Cody got up from the chair and began to walk across the room as he spoke.” You see my father…is busy. He’s been busy his whole life. He didn’t even notice my mother dying from cancer. After that he sent me away and if we did get to see each other, it was brief. You see… everyone up until now… has been practice.” Cody stopped and stared at Nick in the stocks, watching his taut body rise and fall with each breath. All the feeling was returning to the victim Nick Stokes, and his body was starting to get nervous.

“Why‘d you kidnap those men?” Nick said “what kind of practice was that?” Nick heard the fear in his voice, and calmed himself down, he had to get control of the situation before it got bad. “Look here…no one died, so you can still turn yourself in and get out on a small kidnapping charge.” he said as he tested the strength of his bonds again. The restraints held firm. All he could move were his hands and the soles of his feet, everything else was held tightly in place on the chair. Nick nervously tried to rub his boots together but the chair prevented them from touching.

“Practice…“ Cody said staring at Nick” you see I developed a skill at boarding school. I’m not fast or athletic so I had to find another way to get ahead. So I developed a skill…one that is used properly, could probably kill someone. I haven’t got to good at it yet, but I hope to use it on my father when he gets back” Nick’s captor said as he stared at the victim.

Cody walked over to Nick and sat down in front of the stocks and began to run a finger over the top of his boots.

“See… I’m a serial tickler. And thanks to all the victims you found, I have honed my skill, a few more and I should be able to kill a grown man, with only my hands.” A smile crept across his face.

Nick broke out in a cold sweat. It all made sense now. They were found barefoot because he kept the shoes as trophies. It also explained why no victim went into detail with Catherine, who would have believed the story? But he victims all had to be treated for dehydration, so this was still dangerous.

Nick broke out in a cold sweat across his body. It was because of what Cody just said. He was a “ serial tickler”. A person who took pleasure in tormenting others with tickling.
Nick remembered being tickled as a child, before puberty he was a runt and bullies took pleasure in making him wet his pants by tickling his young body. Nick began to breathe harder now. He knew trying to reason with Cody was useless. He saw the look in Cody’s eyes. He was going to tickle Nick, and he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied Nick had been broken.

“You see Mr Stokes,” Cody said as walked around behind Nick. “ I plan to break you. Or should I say, I plan to succeed with you where I failed with the others.” Cody stopped behind Nick and rested both hands on nicks broad shoulders, squeezing gently as he spoke “ By the time the night is over, you’ll be a weeping incoherent mess, and no one at the CSI will believe anything you say….assuming I don’t tickle you to death.”

Nick shivered as he felt Cody’s hands begin to move along his arms. The boys touch was electric. Nick knew he had to be strong. He had to survive, He had let Catherine know what he was doing. When he didn’t pitch in the lab tomorrow someone would come. He just needed to endure it till then. He needed to keep Cody busy and not get bored. If Cody got bored with Nick, he might use the gun to kill him.

“Now you listen here, if you lay one hand on me, consider that assault” Nick tried once more to break free, and pulled against the restraints with all his might. “ I won’t let you break me punk!” Nick said and he struggled in the chair. “You’ve got yourself a victim whose not scared of a little tickling, I won’t let you get away with this!” Nick tried to turn his head and stare Cody in the eye.

Cody said nothing. He merely stared and Nick as if thinking about the next step. Nick watched as Cody began to walk casually over to the cabinet.

“I like a challenge.” He called out to his victim “you see I am not just gonna tickle you….I’m gonna break you.”

“ You see there are three tickle traps in this room, designed by me. Your currently sitting in the first one…Listen up Mr CSI, I’m gonna make you my new tickle slave, how about it?”

Nick watched as Cody opened the cabinet. The light in the room was too dark to see the contents, but Cody brought out an old chest and returned to sit in front of Nick, placing the chest out of Nicks view under the chair

“ Well, Mr CSI, let’s get started…I will warn you, please do scream as loud as you want. No one will hear you, and it makes it more fun”

Nick watched helplessly as Cody leaned forward ad began to undo the buttons of Nicks pressed shirt. His fingers worked slowly and methodically. Each button on the broad chest of Nick stokes was opened and the smile on Cody’s face grew. Nicks Large chest heaved as his shirt was opened. He felt the air of the room on his nipples and abs. Cody gently pulled back the cloth to reveal more of his perfect Texan body. The tie nick was wearing was left loosely around his neck. Cody pulled back the shirt and exposed Nick’s broad shoulders to the night air. Sweat glistened in sheen on his chest from the struggling.

Cody folded the shirt behind nicks arms, and now his hairy pits were exposed to the room. Cody licked his lips staring at the gorgeous body of his victim. He trailed a finger down from Nick’s neck to the first nipple on the right and flicked the tip. Nick had meaty nipples that stood up from his chest, the flick from Cody’s finger caused a small gasp to escape from the CSI’s lips. Cody trailed his finger to the other nipple, watching as Nick’s gaze followed. Cody let his finger circle the nipple, and noticed it becoming aroused. Nick tried to fight the raw hot sensations on his chest. Being restrained and the cocktail of drugs from Cody were making all the sensations more powerful.

Cody bent forward between Nicks Legs and let his tongue roll across Nick’s nipple.

“OH god…please stop…not my nipples…*Gasp*” Nick’s chest moved on its own, a slave to the warm moist tongue. Cody began to circle Nicks nipple with his tongue and used his other hand to run smoothly over his chest, exploring further. From behind, Cody heard the chair groan as Nick’s body moved to the rhythm of his wet tongue. Cody looked and saw Nick’s legs getting firm and rigid every time the CSI tried to contain the sensations. The site was breath taking.

“You’re enjoying this. And so am I. I am definitely coming back to these nipps later.” Cody withdrew his tongue from Nick’s chest. Nick had begun to sweat all over. He looked down at his pink nipples, they glistened from the saliva basting them on his body. The breeze in the room could be felt even more now, as it cooled over his nipples. The tongue tease Cody had given him, had aroused his nipples, the more Cody slurped his tongue across the them the more pleasurable the sensation had become.

Nick closed his eyes, panting softly. It had taken all his training not to freak out. What was he going to do now, this boy had only started playing with his nipples, and it was almost enough for Nick to go insane. The drugs made everything more sensitive, even after Cody stopped, Nick could still feel the soft tongue’s remnant sensations twirling around his nipple.

“Your armpits look amazing, the skin looks soft and ticklish, let see if they make you scream”

Nicks eyes shot open as he heard the words.

“Please, please don't tickle me…not there” Nick pleaded as Cody bent forward slowly. “Please…I can’t…that stuff…please…GAHAHA!! NO!! NOT-NAHAHAHA!! STOP, I'M GONNA-AHAHAHA!! I CAN'T-NOHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP!!''
Cody’s fingers had descended below Nicks arms. Nick’s muscles tensed all over his body, as electric wave after wave of laughter erupted from his mouth. His attacker’s fingers were soft and slid across the flesh under his arms. Nick bucked as much as the restraints would allow, sweat flying from his forehead as he tossed it back and forth and side to side. The muscled on his arms stretched with the assault. Held by the restraints Nick thrashed and laughed, louder and louder, as the tickling became more intense.

Cody watched Nick begin to lose it. The CSI had his mouth wide open as peals of laughter came out. Nicks face was turning red, and tears were starting to run down his cheeks.

Cody’s fingers danced on the virgin pits, his digits becoming slick from Nicks sweat. At the moment Cody was only lightly tickling Nick’s hairy arm pits, ten minutes of light tickling passed. Cody watched as Nick hollered and screamed. His legs and arms strained and pulled against the restraints, his large muscles flexing as the evil fingers shattered his sanity. Small rivers of sweat dappled his prime form, flowing from his head and arms, as he thrashed and spent his energy. The sweat down his back was being absorbed by his shirt, which began to stick to his perfect body.

Cody changed his rhythm now, it had another ten minutes and Nick’s armpits had developed a stream of sweat running down his sides. The room was filled with the deep hearty Texan laugh of Nick Stokes. Cody began to tickle Nick’s left arm pit faster than the right. Nick’s laugh became a higher pitch, and he tried to get a beg to his captor but Cody had begun to dig into the other pit with the other hand. Nick’s body swayed and twisted in the chair. The veins on his neck standing out as his face was beet red. His mighty chest moved with the laughter and he tried to get what air he could between the torturous laughs.

Cody changed his rhythm again and again over the next hour, catching Nicks’ sensitive body off guard. He wanted Nick to lose control quickly, so he could make him an obedient tickle slave. He still had so much he wanted to do to the hot Texan. Cody Decided to “play” with Nick. All the other victims had been “work” or “practice”, but Nick was a fun. Cody enjoyed the screams of insane laughter from him. He wanted to be able to hear that Laugh all the time. Cody was also impressed by the CSI’s body, it was perfect, and it tasted good to his tongue.

Cody stopped abruptly after another 45 minutes of pure pit tickling. Nick’s laughter carried on a bit as Cody retracted his hands. Cody watched as Nicks head hung forward, softly giggling in between breaths. His body was slightly shaking from the attack. Tears had left glistening tracks down his red face. His voice was hoarse and most of his breath had been laughed out. His stomach muscles ached from being in spasms, they had only just begun and Nick was ready to submit.

“Wow Nick, I was sure you were going nuts, but you still look sane, maybe we should try something else” Said Cody to the sweaty Mass that was Nick Stokes.

Without waiting for a response Cody began to unlace Nicks left shoe. The leather creaked as it was loosened. The shoes were practically new, Nick never wore them. The day had been long for Nick, his feet had swollen slightly within the tight leather shoes. And since he woke up, he swore that his feet were more sensitive.

Cody gently pulled back on the heel. Nick realising that his feet were next, tried with what little energy he had to keep his shoe on and tried to put up some resistance with his foot. The leather gave way with a slight suck of air and released his large foot. Nick by all accounts had large flat feet, size 14’s to be exact. And since he could remember they were real “tender feet” as they say in Texas, Nick ever wa;led barefoot if he could help it, the sensation of carpets and grass were among many things that made him giggle. The long hot day had made the shoes just bearable for nick, but Nicks large feet not used to being in thin dress socks, sweat even more than usual. Nick could feel the slick sole slide against the shoe as it was removed by his tickler.

Cody brought the shoe to his nose and softly inhaled the aroma. Nick looked up at Cody and then to his mighty foot released from the shoe. He could smell the aroma from the chair, so Cody must have gotten the full effect. His foot smell, was slightly sweaty and mixed in with new leather but the smell gave the sense that it was hot and primal.

Secretly Cody had begun to sport a growing erection since he smelt Nicks feet. He inhaled deeply from the hot shoe and let his eyes roll and fantasies take him about the fun they were about to have. Cody watched as Nick flexed the foot within the drenched sock. All the sweat from the hot long day, had caused the thin black material to almost fuse with his foot. Cody could see all the ridges and curves of every toe and feature.
Cody quickly slowly the sock, peeling it away from Nick’s skin. Sweat dripped off the sock as it came away from his foot.

“NO….please cody….c’mon man….not my dawgs….please let me rest a bit. Then let me go so we can talk huh?” Nick pleaded as he felt the nylon sock leave his foot. He closed his eyes tightly and whimpered as he felt the fabric leave his toes. He could feel the air in the room on his slick bare foot.

Cody stared. Nick’s foot was amazing and judging from his please, ultra ticklish. The foot was broad, with big fat toes, the big toe sitting proud above a high arch and round ball that. No calluses were present, and his nails were perfectly trimmed. The bottom of his soles were rosy from all Nicks walking, and the top of his toes had small wisps of hair. Cody thought that was sexy, he loved a guy with hair feet.

Cody ran a solitary finger from Nicks’ heel to the top of his big toe. Nick squirmed and gasped as the finger sent shockwaves up his leg. Cody made a return trip down the sole, and this time Nick bit his lip to prevent the laughter inside breaking out, he thought the moment Cody hears him laugh, he would let loose with a full assault. Cody started to draw circles around Nicks’ heel, starting in the center and proceeding out, letting his nail scrape the pink flesh and leave small white trails of torture.

“Nohoho! Not my feet plehehease!'' Nick giggled, as he began to shake in the chair, his hands opening and closing.

Cody continued watching Nick trying to stay in control of his body. His eyes were kept shut and his face contorted and as the finger danced on his sole. His mouth moved and tried to form words, but they were erased by soft giggles. When Cody pulled his finger away, Nick would whimper and flex his foot, when Cody resumed, his foot would start to wriggle in the restraint to escape the torment, Cody watched as the toes danced in front of him. He continued stimulating Nick’s sole for half an hour, never getting faster just keeping the same tempo.

Nick’s had become a giggling mess, and in between a few cries of frustration would break through. His eyes were still shut, as he tried to concentrate and master the sensations. The assault on his foot was sapping his energy, his foot was becoming more sensitive as Cody continued, the tickling seemed to be getting worse but.

“PLeassseee….hhahhaaa…..stoppphahha….please….CODYyyyahahhaha!” said Nick. He was ready to do anything to make it stop. He knew Cody hadn’t even begun to work on his foot and still had his other shoed foot to go, but all he wanted know was a break, a break from the horrible tickling that was eroding his macho demeanor and turning him into a whimpering man.

Cody stopped running his finger and with a swift movement engulfed Nick’s big toes in his mouth. Nick drew in a sharp breath and moaned. His whole body tensed and his foot became obedient to the wet mouth controlling it.

Cody slowly sucked Nick’s big toe, from all the tickling Nick’s foot had continued to sweat, so Cody tasted a salty goodness from the toe. Cody tested Nick by slowly pulling back on his head, letting the toe gently slide out his mouth.Nick gasped again and exhaled as his toe left Cody’s mouth. Cody noticed the foot, flexed forwards and the big toes wiggles as if to ask for more as Nick just slumped in the chair panting.

“Since you asked so nicely, I think I can give you a ten minute break. And I will suck your toes while you rest, so enjoy.” Cody lent forward again and ran his tongue under Nick’s toes.

“'No no no please dude, don't tickle me there anymore I'll do anything you want, you can have anything, please!'' Nick let the words spill out, he was going to say anything to make Cody give him a break.

Cody’s tongue ran along under his toes, and tasted the soft flesh. Nick had buried his head into his arm, and tried to muffle his giggles. His foot had a mind of its own, and even though Nick wouldn’t admit it, his foot was a slave to the sensual and erotic feeling of a warm tongue.

Cody had Nick in the throws of sexual stimulation. His tortured foot loved the lavish attention, Nicks giggles were interspersed with small primal moans of pleasure as the warm tongue ran around his toes. Cody pushed his tongue in between each of Nick’s fleshy digits sawing his tongue upon the sensitive flesh. Nick would buck as the tongue invaded between his toes, and moan soflty as it was drawn back. He tried to fight it by clenching his toes, but the warm erotic feeling took over and his toes would spread as it felt Cody’s tongue approach.

Cody continued to lick nicks toes for ten minutes. After the these ten minutes, Cody began to softly nibble nicks fleshy toe pads, illiciting yelps and cries between the moans and groans. Cody used his free hand to slowly undo Nick’s other shoe’s laces. Nick felt the the torturer working his other shoe off his foot, But everytime he turned to concentrate on it, Cody wold suck one his toes into his mouth and give it a hard suck, this caused Nick to tense and pulse and yelp. The other shoe like the first popped off Nick’s other foot.

The smell of Manly feet in the room was rekindled, as the right foot of CSI Nick Stokes was freed. The foot was damp with new sweat.

Cody stopped suckling Nick’s toes and turned to the other foot, he brought his face up against it to feel the heat of the free foot and inhale the fresh odour that made his cock hardin in his pants. Cody was really enjoying toying with the cop, watching him writhe in the chair, listening to the restraints groan as his body pulled against them.

Cody began to scratch his nails across the exposed foot of Nick while he began to grasp the sweaty sock of the other foot with his teeth. Nick went hysterical

“'GAHAHA!!! NOOOO!!! HOLY SHI-NO!!! NAHAHAHAHA!!! AH AHAHAHAHA!!!'' he cried, as Cody’s teeth engulfed the ball of his socked foot and pulled the fabric away, his teeth grinding against the socked flesh.

“OHHHHH….HAHAHHAAAA, NOOOO!!!! JESUS CHRIST!

HAAHAHAAAAAH” was all Nick could say as the nimble fingers of Cody’s one hand scribbled across his slick foot and the teeth of his tormentor nibbled the other. Nick tried to keep his foot still, so Cody could get the sock off, but the assault was too much for him to co-ordinate with. He managed to keep both feet still with all his concentration, as Cody’s mouth pulled the fabric over his toes, and his free hand danced his nails below the ball of Nick’s other foot.

Nicks laughter reached a high pitched level and stayed there, as the teeth grinding over hit socked toes, sucking and nibbling, pulling the sweaty fabric. Through teary eyes Nick saw that Cody had managed to get the sock half way off his foot. Nick let the laughter consume him, the sensations were unbelievable, he felt it everywhere, even in his pants.

Cody finally removed the sock from the other foot after fifteen minutes of non-stop tickling. With the sweaty sock in his mouth he finished his assault and let Nick catch his breath.

Nick was exhausted, after a few moments his giggling died down, but his body was wracked with exhaustion. He slumped in the chair, his legs twitching every now and again. Nick panted and slowly began to control his breathing. His body and face were drenched with sweat, the sweat on face dripped off his chin and against his big chest, as it heaved below.

While Nick regained his composure Cody opened the box silently below the chair.

Inside the box were an assortment of toys and devilish devices that Cody had acquired over the years. Cody noticed the large bulge in Nick’s pants, pushing against the zipper and smiled. He was going to make this CSI cum and then tickle him, but he was determined to make Nick beg for the release like a good slave.

Cody retrieved two nipple clamps with soft rubber teeth, a small circular rubber cock ring and a feather.

While Nick lay in the chair Cody reached out and began to unzip his pants.

“No…please don’t…..not there….please Cody……no more *whimper* please……” Nick swayed his head from side to side in the chair and tried to focus on his dick. All the intense stimulation had caused him to get a mild hardon. Nick was about to be molested, but at the same time, the thought of release was nice.

Cody opened the zipper and began to unbutton the front of Nick’s Calvin Klein undies. The black undies were drenched in his sweat. Cody worked the buttons and opened the slit in the fabric and allowed CSI Nick Stokes’s massive erection to be released.

Nicks Penis was large and thick, he had been circumcised so the glans of his cock head flair out from the shaft. His cock was very slightly curved, but not too curved, his balls were clean shaven, this surprised Cody. They were large and hung gently below his cock.

Cody let the cock lie against nicks stomach and moved the clamps towards his tits. Nick knew fighting it was useless and closed his eyes and waited for the pain. Cody slipped the clamps over both of his meaty tits, which had become soft from the tickling and being left alone.

Nick gasped and opened his mouth wide to scream in pain, as the clamps bit into his tits. After a few seconds the pain became almost tolerable and Nick felt his chest heave and rise as if to let the small rubber teeth work into his tits. Cody used his tongue again to lick around his nipples and watched as the small tits began to grow and swell.

Once nicks nipples were made hard again, Cody grasped the base of his cock and prepared it for the cock ring. Cody bent over and let Nick’s cock head slip between his lips.

"OOOOHH GOD...WHAT ARE YOU DOIN....OOOOOOH!" Nick groaned as his hard cock was taken into Cody’s wet mouth. God that mouth…Nick was beginning to think anything Cody did with his mouth would be the best experience of his life. He had never felt anything like it.

The head of Nick’s cock pulsed in Cody’s mouth. It felt hard and firm at the same time. Cody gently sucked just the tip of Nicks cock, his hand keeping the shaft steady and straight. Cody would pull away every few seconds and slowly let his tongue run along the rim of the glans, and across Nicks piss slit. Every time he did this a small pearl of precum would appear on the tip, Cody would flair his lips and slurp it off, causing Nick’s toes to spread as he did so. Cody continued the stimulation, feeling the cock become harder and firmer in his mouth, gently feeling Nick’s hips begin the thrust and sway to get away from the tongue and plunge it deeper in his throat. Ten minutes of slow subtle stimulation had Nick rolling his head, and his mouth wide open in a wide smile. His balls tight against his cock.

Cody pulled off the cock and thin slipped it through the cock ring. He the rubber around Nicks fat nuts, causing the skin to become stretched against them, rounding them off against his cock above his zipper. Nick’s pants were acting as another restraint now, they kept his cock and balls, erect, pushing them up into the air.

“OHHHHH!! WHY'D YOU STOP? OH DON' T STOP!" Nick screamed as Cody let his cock stand,

“"Are your balls sensitive?" Cody asked as he brandished the feather. Nick’s eyes became saucers, and he began to breath quickly and fast, he watched mesmerized as Cody brought the feather down to his cock.

The silence was shattered. Nick screamed, he didn’t laugh, he screamed out for anyone to hear him, as the soft tip of the quill was applied to the cock.

“OH FUCKKKK AAAAAAR AAAAHAAAHAAAAAAA!!!!! SHIT PLEEEESE BWAHAHHAHA OHHR GOOOOD!!!”

Nick bucked on the chair with renewed strength. He pulled his legs and arms, and shook he head from side to side. His abs tensed and his face began to turn red. Cody drew the feather in circles around the head of his cock. The sensations were driving him mad, Nick became light headed. His cock surged like snake against the cock ring, it pulsed and the veins stood out, like a working muscle. The head grew deeper in color as the torture continued.

"Ohhhhhhrrrrr gads, ayyyyrrrrrrr!!!!" reverberated off the walls, as cody began to slide the feather up and down his shaft and below his cock head. The sensation was like an itch, but it felt so good and so insanely irritating at the same time. Nick’s stretching was causing the clamps to send shockwaves of sensitive pain across his chest. Nick’s nipples burned and the feeling mixed with the sensation on his cock.

Cody moved the feather down to Nick’s balls and began to circle the taunt sack with the tip. The balls banged against the shaft trying to push out the creamy goodness, but the cock ring would not allow him to cum without more stimulation. Nick groaned and screamed, like an animal in his heavy Texan accent. By now his cock had started a steady stream of pre-cum, that was oozing out his slit and collecting at his base. Cody would in sometime between strokes put out his tongue and lick the source of the stream, causing shivers to go up Nicks’ spine.

“What will you do, if I let you cum Nick? How much do you need it?” Cody asked above the hollering captives wails. Bringing the feather tip back to Nick’s cock head as giving him some sanity to answer.

“"F-fucker, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Ohhhrrr gads, you bastard!!" Nick roared. “ ANYTHING….HAHHAHHA, anything you want I swear, just let me cum….OHH GOD!!! . Ohhh Please! Ohhhh!"

“Anything….are you sure?” Cody began to slide the feather along the shaft again, but used his other hand to flick his nipples with the tip of his finger.

“YESSSSS…..ARRRRR….YEAH ANYTHIN HAHAHAHA!!!” Nick screamed throwing his head back.

“Okay Nick, but remember, you said anything…guess you can come now.” Cody said as he moved the feather back to Nicks balls.

In one swift movement Cody swallowed the tip of Nicks engorged cock. Nicks screams turned to loud primal moans

"OH FUCK, OHHHHHHHHH....OH CODY....WHAT ARE YA DOIN' TA ME?

Cody began to suck Nick’s cock hard and slide his lips up and downt he shaft, taking more and more of the large cock as he went along.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH... " was all he heard as Cody wet his cock and slurped it to the root. The feather was being pressed hard against his balls, so it wriled around his balls and ran not only its tip across his nut sack.

He was so hot, yet the tongue movement seemed so subtle that it wouldn't be enough to make him come. Nick’s broke out in a film of sweat all over his body, and his tongue hung out the side of his mouth as it opened and closed in wordless movements. He was getting close. His hips thrust as far as the could, and his body tensed as the feeling of relief drew near. Nick’s vision began to blur and his eyes started to roll back in his head. Cody’ kept the same speed, the cock slipping in and out of his mouth.

"Oh Cody...Oooooh GOD, I' m gonna cum....Oh...oooooooooooooouuu big time!"SHIIIIIITT

Nick Saw white, and time seemed to stop. All sound seemed to leave the room for him, as he let out a mighty cry.

"OOOHHHHMYYYGOADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"

Waves of orgasmic sensation washed over his body, Cody’s hollowed his mouth out and sucked like a demon, as he felt the shaft go rigid and begin to vibrate in his mouth. Spurt after spurt of hot creamy spunk erupted from CSI Nick Stokes tormented cock. The Bound and tortured CSI’s body flexed and writhed as each wave made him cum, each wave more powerful than the last. He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth as Cody sucked every drop of juice from his cum rod. His toes spread and flexed, wiggled and pointed in all directions as his feet shook. His hand clenched in tight fist behind his head went white from the pressure of the orgasms as he pulled them tighter and tighter.

Nick came and came, Cody continued to brush the feathers over his balls and suckle the hard cock as the orgasm carried Nick’s mind away.

Cody planned to milk the hot CSI’s cock for every drop and more, using his devilish feather to coax the large nuts to unload.

Nick began to whimper and moan. The orgasm was coming to an end, he must have cum about five times as Cody sucked his raging hard on. Nick thrashed and ground his hips and ass into the chair, as his cock became more sensitive in Cody’s mouth. Cosy continued sucking like a robot, powerful sucking motions, that made slurping noises as the hard cock was milked.

Nick thought he was going to pass out, the sensations on his cock driving him wild, as his dick became more sensitive. It felt like Cody was eating him alive, and devouring him into a world of pleasure.

Cody finally let the semi hard cock slip from his lips. It still writhed a little as small little orgasms still rocked Nick, but his balls had given all they had.

Cody sat and watched nick pant and cry softly, and laugh and giggle in between sobs.
He couldn’t wait to continue the torture….

Cody took off the clamps from Nick’s nipples and let the blood rush in. Nick screamed and cursed, as his chest came to life.

Cody then began to slowly and gently wank Nicks spent cock as his tongue and mouth slurped over his nipples. Nick couldn’t form words, and merely moaned and grunted as he was taken on a post orgasmic torture ride. Cody sucked, nibbled and flicked Nick’s nipples with his tongue. Cody kept this up and increased the attacks, slowly wanking nicks sensitive cock, until Nick blacked out.

Cody looked at the unconscious CSI…

“anything, huh….” He said to his captive, “ guess we can try something else.”

Nick woke up an hour later. His body ached, he tried to raise his head, but found his body restrained in a new position. He was on the doctors table bound naked. His hands were tied straight up above his head, to the back of the table behind his head. The table was slightly raised, and so he was bent. Hi legs were spread apart below, with his ass just on the edge of the table. Once more the restraints were secure, and Nick’ was too tired to try and escape anyway.

Cody came back in the room just as he was waking up and smiled. Nick tried not to look at him, and turned away. He couldn’t believe how he had been a puppet to this maniac, how a college kid had broken him and made him shoot his load. He wondered what time it was, and whether he would make it out of this alive.

Nick swore and cursed Cody and cried for help as the boy lent forward and spread nicks ass cheeks with his palm. Cody’s hot tongue began to lick the virgin asshole of CSI Nick stokes. Cody planned to milk and torture Nick a bit more, after all he hadn’t been broken yet. At the very least he would make nick go insane, he was sure he could do that.

Nick screamed and cursed and tried to close his legs, as Cody’s tongue pushed in and out of his asshole. After five minutes of constant invasion nick;s ass became accepting and no matter how much Nick protested Cody continued to lap at his ass. His screams once more turned to moans and then grunts and soft murmurs as he fell into another sexual trance.
Cody would continue to play with CSI Nicks stokes.

He put in a finger and massaged the hot CSI’s prostate, making nicks ass grind on his tickling finger as Nick cried and beg, thrashing on the table.

NO! NO! NO! NO WAY! DON' T...PLEASE!" Nick cried through clenched teeth as Cody began to suck on his balls and cock, merley teasing them back to a raging erection. Once Nick was rigid and hard Cody once more put on the cock ring. Cody then began to tickle his feet again, using both hands to scratch the tender soles. Nick screamed and laughed and thrashed on the table. Cody tickled his feet for an hour till the soles had turned a bright pink from all the scraping of his nails. Then he would begin a again stimulating Nicks ass, massaging the prostate. After another hour he would suck his balls and lick his balls, and then once the cock was streaming precum, he would tickle nick into blinding hysteria.

Sometime he would tickle nicks feet with his fingers, sometime he would use his teeth. Later on as Nicks dick became hyper sensitive and he would get close to cumming no matter where Cody touched he would then tickle Nick longer. Alternating between his feet and his sexy arm pits.

Nick screamed and cursed, and cried tears of pain and anger in between as Cody would change position. Cody kept this up all night. Nick was slowly being driven insane, he just gave in to the laughter with no sign of relief in sight. His dick ached and a steady stream of precum ozzed out his slit no matter what Cody did.

Hours past and morning came, both torturer and victim were lost in the moment.

Cody enjoyed himself so much, that he was totally caught unaware, when Jim Brass and Dr Langston, nicks CSI partnet burst through the door with a swat team. Guns were pointed and still Cody continued tickling, Langston and brass had to restrain him and cuff him to make him stop.

CSI Nick stokes was rushed to the hospital, and weeks later gave his testimony inc court to convict Cody, the serial tickler.

Weeks later, Nick sat in his apartment, staring out the window on the sofa. The ordeal had almost cost him his life….but he at the same time……

Nick reached down and unzipped his pants, a small smile grew across his face as he laid back on the sofa. Nick stokes had become a serial tickler of his own, and would tickle his balls every night as he rubbed his feet of his shaggy carpet, collapsing into deep sleeps, as the most intense orgasms rocked his body by his own doing.

Nick lay on the sofa and drifted off to sleep….dreaming of the Day Cody would get out of Prison and hopefully…come looking for Nick, his tickle slave.

THE END