Everything was pitch black.
The lad couldn’t move and was struggling about, his arms stretched out over his head and his legs stretched out across each other, exposing his sensitive privates to the cold, airy room and his ass was shivering to the cold board it was on.
He could feel the breeze of air on his balls and was getting hard already.
His pits too were cold and exposed, for he was entirely exposed.
What happened?
A few moments ago, he was a young, blond salesman walking down a luxurious apartment hallway minding his own business about some stocks. Then all of the sudden, things turned black and he hadn’t the faintest clue.
A strong breeze brought shivers down his neck as a mysterious voice whispered into his ears.
“Good evening, Mr. Miles. Or shall I just call you ‘Dan?’ How do you do?”
The voice moved about and was unnerving.
“Who are you?!?” shouted the exasperated twink. “What are you doing to me?”
“Oh, Mr. Dan,” the airy voice mocked sardonically. “You tried to sell me some lotion of yours...what was it...oh yes! Hercules’ Formula! A pathetic name as well as a useless product I must say.”
“Please don’t hurt me!”
“My boy, there’s no need to panic,” cooed the tender voice. “Perhaps we can give your formula a chance...but worry not. We’ll be having some fun today.”
The young man squirmed and shrieked for help but felt something forced around his mouth. He protested this bondage.
“Hush, now,” continued the voice. “Daddy hates noise...or most of it.”
The lad shuddered.
He felt something soft go down his sides. Was it a paintbrush? A feather?
He couldn’t tell; perhaps a small brush.
All he knew was that it was soft and sensitive.
The brush went up and down, sending shivers throughout his body.
He wanted to laugh but held it in, trying to withstand the delicate sensation of the brush going up and down his right sides, from rib to stomach.
Suddenly, he let out a moan.
The brush decided to go to his right nipple, circling around before brushing against the hardening, sensitive flesh.
Never had he experienced such a sensation and to his shock, his wood rose up exposed to the air.
“Ah, mon petit enfant,” cooed the torturer. “Let’s enhance things further.”
Another brush was brought forth, circling and brushing against the other nipple.
Pre-cum was developing at the lad’s glans and he could feel it slowly drip down his shaft.
Without warning, giant hands attacked his armpits.
“Mwaahahahahaahahahaahaaa!!!!!” he muffled under his gag.
“Laugh little pig, laugh!” encouraged the voice, now starting to retain a masculine tone.
His thoughts were scattered and the lad was laughing madly as his armpits were fingered about.
Worse of all, his pits couldn’t escape the torture and were exposed for the hands to enjoy.
“Stwahahahaah-aahhaammm-mmmm-mmm-aaap! Pweee-eeeseee!!”
The sadist had no mercy and time felt infinite.
When all had stopped, the lad was panting for air, breathless and felt very red.
Then, a warm, luscious tongue slid up his thin body.
It was the only comfort in the cold room yet felt odd.
Up from the stomach did the tongue enjoy the ribs, coming across this mass of soft, delicate skin.
The lad moaned when the tongue played around on his hard nipples and its mouth of origination sucking each at a time.
A single finger wiggled on an exposed nipple while the other was suckled, each part having its turn.
The boy’s pits, drenched with slight sweet sweat, were then licked and the mouth slobbered greedily over them.
After what seemed to be forever, the slobbering and chest worship stopped.
The young fellow knew not where the sadist would approach and such was his shock for the next round.
Unexpectedly, fingers were tickling the soles of his teeth, unleashing a hellish sensation beyond his imagination.
“BWAHAHAaaaHAHAAHAhaAHAAHAHAAHA!!!! STAAA-AAHAAHAAHHAPPA!!!! HAAHBWwahaahaHAHAahahAHAHA!”
So ticklish were his feet that his mouth had to holler out his screams, escaping the limits of the mouth gag.
The lecherous tongue slid through his toes, adding on to the hellish fingers at the base of his soles.
From licking came sucking, and such were his soft toes being sucked of the sweat and remaining black dress socks that lingered amongst the toes.
To the sadist, these were of a heavenly taste as he sucked the life essence out of the toes with his fingers all over the soles.
The blonde hollered and grew hard, for his dick enjoyed this adoration.
Never had he expected himself to enjoy the caresses of a man, yet here he was enjoying male company.
The tickler was not satiated enough.
Vibrating brushes were placed between the toes and the lad shrieked with laughter.
Having noticed the amount of precum developing on the shaft, the tickler taped the brushes to the toes.
He proceeded to gently lick all the clear droplets from the shaft like melting ice cream over a cone.
The lad’s ticklishness did not completely vanquish his libido and here were his sensitive balls reacting to the caresses of the feather. The feather was gently rubbed over his glans and a ticklish, sensitive experience was felt once more. The man pitied the youth and remembered his days in the youth’s place as the ticklee.
Deciding to have mercy, he procured forth a vibrating wand and attached the dick to the vibrating machinery, bringing it up and down as the lad moaned.
The brushes were turned off but the tickler came up with mischief, brushing the feet up and down with hard brushes.
The ball was somehow not as ticklish but all was resolved when the Hercules’ Formula was applied, redeeming itself as vengeance on its seller.
At this point, the gag was pointless and the young lad screamed beyond the human possibility.
His red, sensitive member throbbed wildly as the vibrator went up and down, the brush up and down.
“NAAAAAA!!!! AY-CAAA-AAAAN’T! HAHAHBWAHahahaHAHahAHAhAhAhAHAHAAA!”
Globulous milk erupted from the young lad’s member.
Collecting the pearls in his hands, the tickler rubbed them all over the feet as lubricant, furiously sucking and brushing both of the feet further.
The lad laughed, the tickler tortured.
The post-orgasm of the vibrator was intense and with the combined powers of the tickling hairbrush, one can scarcely describe the feelings this twink felt.
There came a halt to the vibrator and the brush.
The lad was red and breathless, panting without end.
He wanted to faint and so he became unconscious on the rack.
However, not all was over yet.
The lion’s hunger was yet to be satiated...
