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?”
