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The Hopelessly Ticklish Neighbor - Chapter 6
by Ticklish Tickler

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CHAPTER 6: LET THE REAL FUN BEGIN!

 

Mitch stood up suddenly, grabbing his towel to dry off. "C'mon Tickle Boys, let's get this party started!" he said with a chuckle. We both stood up and grabbed our towels. I couldn't help notice that all three of us sported boners in our swim trunks. "You guys hit the showers so you're fresh for your bondage sessions. I'll go prep the room," he ordered while pouring us all another drink, and we all headed into the house. He added, flashing a teasing smile, "Oh, and when you return, be sure you are wearing underwear only, boys."

 

I was filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I quickly showered in the guest bathroom. I pictured hairy muscle jock Ryan tied spread eagle while I tickled him unmercifully, and my cock stayed rigid the entire shower. After drying off and throwing on my boxers, I headed to the bondage room.

 

Ryan had beat me there, and stood there with sexy boxer briefs on. He wasn't quite at full attention but looked somewhat aroused. "Alrighty, Ry, let's get you tied down tight," Mitch said smiling. Ryan dutifully pulled his boxer briefs off, dick springing out, and laid down on the bed. "Jace, you secure his ankles while I take care of his wrists," Mitch ordered.

 

I moved to the foot of the bed and pulled his right leg out to the corner of the bed, setting his ankle into the open leather cuff waiting for him, while Mitch secured his right wrist to the cuff secured in the top corner of the bed. I couldn't resist giving his newly restrained bare foot a stroke with my fingernail from his heel up to his toes. He jumped and his foot wriggled, but he managed not to laugh.

 

Mitch and I moved to the other side and he instructed me to pull his leg taut to the corner and make sure his body was fully outstretched while he did the same with his arm. As we pulled his limbs outward, we also pulled on his body scooting it slightly so his already tied limbs were pulled tight and fully outstretched. We then secured his wrist and ankle making sure his arms and legs were pulled as far wide as possible and he couldn't move at all to block our tickle attack.

 

His dick was already standing up, clearly indicating his excitement at being tied up. Now with him helpless, I gave this foot a teasing stroke with my fingernail. Again, it wiggled but he managed to hold in further reaction. That wasn't satisfying enough for me so I started dancing my fingernails up and down his sole.

 

He yanked on the restraint in a futile attempt to rescue his foot from my touch, his foot twisting and flexing in response to the tickling, but he still managed to hold in any reaction. I upped the ante by using my other hand to start tickling his other foot at the same time.

 

He squirmed more madly and I could tell he wanted to laugh but he refused to give in and give me the satisfaction. The longer I tickled, the harder it became for him to hold back his reactions. He even closed his eyes and scrunched his face up to prevent himself from laughing or otherwise reacting.

 

I looked at Mitch who was enjoying watching me work over his partner's bare feet, and we both smiled teasingly at each other. I nodded toward his exposed pits, helplessly on display just below where Mitch stood. He knew he needed to help break Ryan, so he dropped his fingers to Ryan's helpless pits and launched a tickle attack.

 

With his eyes closed, Ryan had no idea it was coming, and his reaction was akin to him being touched with an electric cattle prod. His whole body seized and he burst out with laughter mixed with the word "Fuuuuuck!" Having both his pits and both feet tickled simultaneously proved to be unbearable for him and he thrashed as much as the ropes allowed, laughed loudly and even yelling at us the longer we continued our attack, frustrated as hell at his predicament.

 

Now broken, Ryan was hysterical putty in our hands, as we worked his body from both ends eventually meeting in the middle at his washboard abs. The attention from two manly dudes and their wicked fingers had prodded his dick into a rigid standing position.

 

Figuring it could use some attention, I grabbed one of the several long, stiff-barbed, white feathers laying on the table and began stroking the sensitive underneath side of his cock. Grabbing a second feather, I repeated this action the top side, rhythmically feather jacking him until his dick oozed precum.

 

Meanwhile, Mitch had been teasing Ryan's sensitive, hardened nipples and very ticklish armpits with his fingers and tongue. When I dipped one of the feathers down to his sensitive balls, Ryan cried out with laughter and squirmed madly. That was all the invitation Mitch needed. He joined me at Ryan's crotch and the two of us used four feathers to simultaneously tickle his swollen cock, balls and down to the tip of his ass. He was hysterical with laughter, yanking and cursing us.

 

Of course, that kind of reaction only encourages us, so we kept up our cock and ball tickling for several minutes driving Ryan to the edge of insanity. Mitch squeezed some lube into my hand and I replaced the feather on his dick with my hand sliding up and down his cock. While I jacked and edged him, I used the other feather to tickle his balls, as did Mitch who also slid the feathers down to his sensitive thighs.

 

After five minutes of this full-on effort, Ryan was right at the edge of shooting. "Fuck, I'm going to cum!" he blurted out as he writhed and tried to force his cock head into my lubed hand to push himself over the edge. I slowed my stroking and squeezed his dick head soaked in precum and then let go. "Wait!" he cried out. "Please, let me shoot!"

 

"Ah, Ryan," I said with a chuckle. "You don't think I've begun to have my fill of tickle torturing you, do you?" Mitch's deep baritone voice boomed with a hearty laugh. "I think you can expect to endure another hour of torment mixed with cock teasing until you get satisfaction, dude!"

 

"You mother fucker!" he cried out in frustration. "Just remember, you're getting what you give and worse!" I smiled, noting that his threat actually made my dick jump with excitement.

 

"Dude, I'm counting on it!" I fired back with a laugh. We gave him a drink of water from the water bottle and then launched another fifteen-minute tickle attack all over his bound body, while he thrashed, filled the room with deep, hearty laughter with occasional high pitches when we'd hit a particularly weak spot with just the right touch.

 

Eventually, I ended up back at his cock and balls using both feathers. "Hey, you should try this on his cock and balls," Mitch coached, grabbing a fan-shaped paint brush with a row of stiff bristles. That is money on his privates." Mitch flashed a devilish smile.

 

"Hey, wait a minute!" Ryan protested. "It's no fair you giving him insider tips on how to torture me!"

 

"Dude, who suggested anything about this session is intended to be fair to you?" I said teasingly. Mitch and I both chuckled, and I grabbed the brush from Mitch's hand. It had just the right amount of stiffness needed to drive him mad when I "painted" his balls with it. I covered every inch of both balls with the brush while he thrashed and laughed. It also proved effective at tickling his shaft and across his swollen cock head while I held his shaft with my other hand so no amount of squirming could spare the intense tickling sensations to his sensitive head.

 

"You want to get me some more lube?" I asked eventually, ready to give Ryan some edging.

 

"I have a better idea," Mitch responded, a twinkle in his eye as he kneeled at Ryan's crotch and took his swollen shaft into his mouth. Ryan moaned and squirmed a little as Mitch worked his cock and kept bring him closer and closer to shooting. I kept things interesting by tickling Ryan in various spots while Mitch edged him, including tickling his helpless bare feet, pits and even applied a feather to Ryan's balls while Mitch sucked him into a frenzy.

 

I'm sure the combination of intense erotic pleasure and unbearable tickling must've fried the synapses of his brain, unsure whether to fight or enjoy the situation. He squirmed and giggled in between moans and even cried out for me to stop when the tickling became too intense.

 

Mitch brought Ryan right to the point of shooting. "Fuck, I'm going to shoot!" Ryan kept crying out as he felt the point of no return getting closer and closer. I noticed Mitch had slowed his rhythm trying to hold off making Ryan shoot. It was clear that Mitch knew exactly how much Ryan could take and when he was really reaching a point of no return, when finally and to my delight he released Ryan's oozing dick from his mouth and left Ryan's ready-to-shoot dick swinging helplessly in the wind. Ryan complained and pleaded for relief but we still had plenty more in store for him.

 

We kept up this tortuous pattern for the next hour, tormenting the hell out of Ryan and making him beg for mercy, then bringing him to the edge of ecstacy only to leave him hanging and unable to get satisfaction. Being able to participate in a scene with two hot studs, especially Ryan, was such a turn on. Seeing Ryan's muscular body writhe, his sexy hairy chest and washboard abs glisten with sweat and hear his masculine, deep voice filling the room with laughter and pleading kept me rock hard and oozing precum through my boxers the entire session.

 

I seized the opportunity to try to all of the things I'd been unable to when I snuck in earlier that day, including straddling his waist to pin his torso down even more and then working from his hips to his pits while he yanked and bucked me like a bronco while I enjoyed an unparalleled view of his hairy torso. I was mainly working his ribs, pits and abs when Mitch offered some helpful coaching.

 

"If you wrap your hands around his torso here, just above the waist," Mitch instructed, leaning in and grabbing Ryan around his obliques, squeezing to show me the technique. Ryan burst out with laughter at a pitch a bit higher than before and began thrashing back and forth with his torso. "See what I mean?" Mitch added flashing me a wink with his devilish smile.

 

He then lifted his hands and I grabbed that spot with mine and began slowly kneading those spots with my finger while Ryan roared with laughter and thrashed. Mitch was right, it was a hidden weak spot on poor Ryan that drove him mad, his thrashing making it hard for me stay anchored at his hip with my body.

 

I eventually grabbed the electric toothbrushes and explored his body, finding his oiled soles, nips, cock and balls to be the most unbearable spots for him. The way he went nuts when I applied the bristles spinning 200 RPMs against his uber sensitive balls or even worse across his swollen, lubed balls almost made me shoot my own load prematurely.

 

"Try turning it over and using the smooth side on his cock head," Mitch expertly coached me at one point. "That drives him mad but also turns him on like crazy." I tried it and sure enough his reaction changed from being insanely wild to more laughing, squirming and even some moaning as I held his dick with one hand and worked the vibrating toothbrush head all over his sensitized head lubed with his precum. I worked it for several minutes until he was once again begging me to get him off.

 

At one point I laid down on the bed with my head at his bound feet and feet up at his ribs, and used the tooth brush and a hair brush on his lubricated soles while he want crazy with laughter and yelled at me to stop. I even poked his ribs with my toes to add insult to injury.

 

But what I wasn't expecting was Mitch taking advantage of my soles facing upward and laying on Ryan's bound body, and he started tickling my bare feet while I tickled Ryan's. It was distracting to have my own feet tickled while I tried to tickle Ryan's feet, and clearly Mitch was fully enoying confirming how ticklish the tickler is.

 

"Dude, cut it out!" I protested trying to move my feet out of range of his fingers. But he didn't say a word and kept tickling my sensitive soles.

At one point, he wrapped his muscular arm around both of my ankles and aggressively tickled the shit out of my feet while I laughed and squirmed and tried as hard as I could to keep tickling Ryan's feet,. The room was filled with both of our laughter. I finally couldn't take any more of his tickle torture so yanked on my legs and managed to get my body back under control, jumping up to block Mitch's access to my sensitive soles.

 

"Hmmm, looks like we're going to have a lot of fun when you trade places with Ryan," Mitch said teasingly. I glanced over at Ryan who was smiling like a Cheshire cat, thrilled that Mitch directed his energies toward tickling me instead of him.

 

"Dude, that's not fair tickling me before it's my turn!" I protested with a laugh.

 

"Seriously, who said there's anything fair about tickle torture?" Mitch retorted with a hearty laugh. I looked at him as my mind was already in overdrive plotting my opportunity for revenge. Fortunately, I found an opportunity to take a shot a few minutes later when Mitch had hopped on the bed to suck Ryan's dick and get him close to shooting. He was kneeling at Ryan's crotch, his mouth expertly working Ryan into a horny frenzy, his lower legs positioned between Ryan's outstretched legs and his bare feet facing up as they lay on the bed.

 

I reached down and started tickling his bare foot. Aside from a slight jump of his foot when I first made contact, he didn't react otherwise. I kept tickling hoping I'd break down his defenses, adding my other hand to tickle his other foot. "Jace, cut it out!" he finally blurted out grumpily.

 

"C'mon, surely you are ticklish?" I said still tickling his feet and hoping I could break him.

 

"Dude, if you don't stop that, you're going to regret it," he growled. I tried for another ten seconds, which proved just enough to break through his defenses and he began to laugh. "You need to learn who's the master and who's the slave!" he snarled, as he jumped up suddenly. I started backing up as he lunged for me but couldn't get away before he grabbed me, his muscular arms wrapping tightly around my torso as he picked me up and threw me down on the bed between Ryan's outstretched legs.

 

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" i cried out as he pinned me down and started tickling my torso aggressively. I started laughing and squirming trying to get away but he held me down with his body, zeroing in my ribs. I was trying desperately to get away as he tormented my sensitive ribs and tickled me mercilessly. All I could do was laugh and squirm, eventually begging him to let me go and apologizing profusely.

 

He finally stopped and got up off my body. "Are you going to try to tickle me again?" he said in a demanding voice. I shook my head no. "That's the right answer. You need to understand that you and Ryan are the only ones here who get tickled. Do you understand?" I nodded, getting a little freaked out at how annoyed and angry he siad. "Okay, then let's get back to tickling Ryan," he said, still very seriously.

 

I sheepishly pulled myself up off the bed and grabbed a drink of water. "Oh, and to make sure you understand your place, understand that you will be punished for that move when we have you tied up." I chuckled but he was still very serious and din't laugh with me. I had a pit in my stomach thinking about how much trouble I was in.

 

The whole scene had gotten a little awkward, but then he immediately changed tone back to the teasing and fun Mitch I'd seen earlier. He grabbed the lube and squeezed some into my palm. "Here, you start working his cock. I'm going to pay some attention his sensitive nps and see if we can't get him real close to shooting," he instructed.

 

I started working his shaft and Mitch straddled Ryan's waist pinning his torso down. He started using the fan-shaped paint brush on Ryan's nips, making him squirm and giggle while I worked his dick. We kept this up, with me also using a feather on Ryan's balls while I worked his shaft. We kept this up for several minutes, with Mitch swapping out instruments including the electric toothbrush, which made Ryan thrash and cry out with laughter and pleading as Mitch applied the spinning bristles to his swollen nips.

 

"Shit, I'm gonna' shoot!" Ryan finally cried out. I slowed my stroking, finishing each upstroke with a light squeezing of his cock head, causingÊ precum to ooze out of his slit. "I'm really going to shoot!" he cried out again after another 30 seconds of teasing from both of us. I started to release my hand but Mitch shook his head no at me.

 

"Keep going, Jace," he said softly. "He's not quite ready to shoot." So I kept up the stroking and Ryan squirmed more and moaned and cried out repeatedly as I worked his cock. But Mitch was right and he didn't shoot. Ryan became more vocal and desperate as it looked like he was really about to shoot. I watched Mitch's face carefully as he smiled and kept nodding to keep going. Finally, as Ryan was crying out and his whole body was shaking, Mitch said softl, "Okay, stop there."

 

Ryan was frustrated to get so damned close and still not be able to shoot. We resumed tickling his bound body for another ten minutes before Mitch returned to Ryan's crotch. I tickled all over his body while Mitch worked his cock with his mouth. As Ryan squirmed and seemed to be nearing the point of no return, Mitch stopped sucking him and instead lubed up his hand and started working his dick with his hand.

 

I realized that Mitch was going to push him all the way at this point so kept up tickling his feet while Mitch kept working his dick. Ryan cried out repeatedly that he was going to shoot but Mitch kept up his methodical stroking. After a minute or so Ryan did shoot, his jism launching a foot into the air and splashing back down on his hairy washboard abs while he cried out in ecastacy.

 

Mitch proceeded to milk every last drop out of Ryan while I took in the scene and stroked my own dick through my boxers. I was curious if Mitch would torment Ryan by playing with his insanely sensitive cock head after he'd been drained, and I was not disappointed. Ryan began to get worked up as Mitch kept stroking and squeezing and playing with his cock head.

 

"No, c'mon!" Ryan cried out desperately when it became obvious Mitch was hellbent on tormenting Ryan. "Pleeeeease!" he begged futilely as Mitch smiled with satisfaction, grabbing his shaft with one hand and polishing his slick apple with the other. Ryan was thrashing and yanking on the ropes, mixing laughter with anguished cries while Mitch mercilessly tormented him for another minute or so.

 

When he got up to grab a towel to clean his hands and wipe the cum smeared into the hair on Ryan's abs, Ryan was working hard to catch his breath and calm down. He looked spent.

 

"Any chance Ryan is more ticklish after cumming?" I asked Mitch in a playful tone.

 

"Oh, yeah, hopelessly so," Mitch said with a laugh. I moved into check him out and Ryan cried out as I resumed tickling his helpless bare feet. Sure enough he seemed even more ticklish so I proceeded to tickle his bound and helpless body for another five minutes, checking every weak spot to confirm he'd grown more sensitive from shooting.

 

I finally stopped and suggested we could untie him. Mitch released his wrists while I uncuffed his ankles. He moved slowly, his stretched arms and legs sore from the work out. I couldn't resist the temptation as he continued to lay on the bed so I started tickling his newly freed soles. He burst out laughing and pulled his legs back eventually sitting up and pulling his legs back out of my reach.

 

"Why don't you go take a quick shower, Ryan. I'll get Jason tied down and ready for your revenge. He smiled the mosts evil of smiles, grabbed his boxer briefs and headed off to the shower. I looked at Mitch and immediately got a pit in my stomach knowing I was about to face the most unbearable, intense session I'd ever experienced.