by Christopher Trevor and Adam H. Dedicated to: Wayne C. (for extra “Ticklish” pointers…)
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Daisy watched helplessly and in tears as her beau, the man she loved, her fiancé was methodically and sadistically tickled… When the van driver looked over at her and winked he directed her attention to the next device that would be used to tickle Chuck. She gasped when she saw the electric shoe-shine machine…
The Electric Shoeshine Machine…
After a good (bad?) half hour of tickle torturing Chuck’s randy armpits with the electric toothbrushes the groom to be was a sodden mess atop the table. He willingly gulped down more Viagra laced mineral water and as he did so his cock pounded long, beefy and rigidly hard between his legs.
“OH man, oh Daisy, how much more o’ this can I take?” Chuck asked his tied up fiancé when he was done gulping down the water. “My cock is a feelin’ all funny again baby, just like when I last drank me the water they all fed me…”
“Don’t worry Chuck, as soon as we’re done tickling you again I’ll pump your slop into the jar for you,” Adam said laughingly.
“Okay you guys, its time now for the next device, as I say, that’s up for grabs,” the van driver said and pointed at Chuck. “Let’s get him up off that table and seated in a chair…”
Chuck exhausted from all the constant belly laughing he had done and feeling totally beat to shit did not even resist as he was untied from the tabletop. The van driver and Jack grabbed the groom’s arms and yanked him to a seated position atop the table.
“Feeling good there Chuck ol’ Chuckles?” Jack asked him. “Yuk, yuk, yuk and yum…”
“What’s up with that thar crap man?” Chuck gurgled as he was yanked off the table and to his bare feet. “What is that thar supposed to mean, yuk, yuk, yuk and yum pray tell?”
Jack simply laughed and held tight to the groom’s arm as he and the driver moved him to a straight back chair facing Daisy, a few feet away from where she was seated.
“Oh man, this is going to be one for the tickle history books,” Adam said as he re-positioned his video camera in Chuck’s direction at his new spot.
While Adam got the video camera ready the other men got their tickle captive roped tight to the chair, his arms pulled behind him and his hands roped at the wrists, leaving his feet untied… Daisy watched miserably as Jack did the honors of setting up the electric shoe shine machine in front of Chuck’s bare feet while the van driver and Sam rolled a pair of thick and thin black sheer calf length socks onto Chuck’s big feet. The socks were a favorite style and color of the guy named Chris, who had brought them along just for the occasion of tickling the groom to be. Adam snickered behind his video camera as he filmed the guys putting the sheer socks on Chuck’s feet…
“WH-what are they doin’ Daisy?” Chuck barked angrily. “Talk to me here girl. Your poor guy is in one hell of a pickle…Dang it all you guys, puttin’ silky feelin’ socks of some kind on my big ol’ sweaty feet? What’s the point of that? Daisy, what in tarnation is goin’ on here??”
The van driver looked quickly over at Daisy and put a finger over his lips…
“I don’t rightly think they want me a sayin’ right now Chuck,” Daisy said, sounding sorrow-filled.
“They don’t want you a sayin’ baby?” Chuck snarled. “And what kind of shit is that pray tell here? They’s the ones that have kidnapped you and me baby. And shit, I’s the one they tickled and teased and jacked off into a jar. So whatever the fucking fucks you want to say that you feel you want to say Daisy girl you just go on ahead and…”
As Chuck prattled on and on the van driver whipped the blindfold off him. Chuck quickly looked around the large cabin, saw that his captors had all donned their ski masks again and then he looked down to where his tied up fiancé was looking. He followed Daisy’s eyes down to the front of his chair he was bound to and he saw besides the socks they’d slid onto his feet…
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT and tarnation again baby,” Chuck said as he took in the sight of his tied up fiancé. “Daisy girl, I’ve seen those things in electronic magazines and such… That thar is a goddamned high powered, high spinning shoe shining machine. All those fancy shmancy Wall Street dudes that I mentioned earlier has gots one in their offices…”
Looking down at the usual everyday device Chuck did not need three guesses to know how the van driver and his buddies planned to use it on him. As he continued looking down at the machine as it seemed to mock him the groom to be really took in the sight of the damned thing. He wiggled his toes under the sheer thick and thin socks the guys had rolled onto his feet. Dang it all he thought, but they sure as shit looked like the prissy “Wedding socks” that Daisy and the sales guy at the tuxedo place had hoodwinked him into buying just recently. But more-so than the socks he was now wearing it was the machine set up in front of his socked feet that seemed to truly demand his attention. It was a conventional shoe shine machine, the ones with the highly polished chrome bodies. Chuck was able to see his beleaguered naked tied up image in the shiny chrome of the thing. His cock was sticking up and throbbing as he looked past it and down at the next device that would surely be used to tickle torture him…or to be more precise to tickle torture his feet, or to be even more precise, to tickle torture his now socked feet, his sheer socked feet. On either side of the chrome body was a big fuzzy/fluffy cone, one red and one black. The big end of each of the fluffy/fuzzy polishing cones was near the chrome body and each tapered down to a point at both ends. But unfamiliar to Chuck and something he never saw in any electronic magazine or catalogue was where the shoe shine machine’s were concerned was that in the top of this one he saw two hatches with handles on each of them. The poor tied up guy had to wonder what those were for… He looked up at his ski masked hosts but did not need to ask them to explain the strange looking contraption to him. Somehow he knew it would all be explained very soon. He looked up at the van driver with his mouth gaping and wide open.
“Who are you guys?” Chuck asked and then looked over at Daisy. “You’ve seen their faces haven’t you baby? While I was blindfolded you saw their faces I’m sure. They had to put back their ski masks so is I wouldn’t see their faces while they let me see this here danged machine at my prissy socked feet! Tell me if you know who they are Daisy girl…”
The van driver held up a finger and wagged it in a “NO” fashion from side to side. Daisy knew that if she told her fiancé would spend more time being tickle tortured, that was for sure. She pursed her lips together and looked helplessly at her intended. The van driver tapped Chuck on his shoulder and directed his attention back to the shoeshine machine at his feet.
“It’s, it’s a goddamned high speed executive shoeshine machine!” Chuck repeated and his cock twitched as he said those words, those awful words. “Lord is me; I’m a sittin’ here all tied and naked in front of my fiancé and six strangers…”
Chuck’s cock lurched again and clear pre cum leaked from his wide sexy slit, which trickled down the domed head and then down along the veined sides of his shaft. He saw the way his fiancé looked hungrily at his pre cum oozing cock and then down at his huge socked feet. Even he had to admit that there was something real sexy and vulnerable about the way his huge ol’ feet looked in those sheer stinkers his captives had put on him.
“It, it’s a fucking shoe shine machine,” Chuck said again.
“HA, HA, and yuk, yuk, yuk and yum for you buddy,” the van driver laughed, glancing over at Jack as he used the man’s strange line. “That is exactly what it is, a very high speedy executive shoe shining machine. But Chuck ol’ Chuckles, it looks to us like you’ve gone and a lost your shoes, or so it would appear, ha, ha, and yuk, yuk, yuk and yum again for you buddy boy. So in place of your shoes we’ve donned your big stinky feet in special weddin’ style socks…just to keep the tradition for your and Daisy’s up and comin’ nuptials…”
“FUCK me, you guys, whoever the fucks you all are, you all are really enjoyin’ all this aren’t yous?” Chuck asked the men miserably as they all stood watching his torments; his head lolling back as he looked helplessly up at the van driver.
It was this man who seemed to be in total control of the entire situation Chuck surmised. But if Daisy knew who he and the others were why oh why didn’t she speak her mind the groom to be had to wonder.
“Chuckles ol’ boy, me and my buddies here want you to benefit totally from this machine by having your shoes, well, in your case your sexy wedding socks polished,” the driver snickered. “This machine is one of your weddin’ presents after all.”
“Th-that’s real nice man, whoever the fuck you may be, b-but you cain’t polish socks,” Chuck whimpered. “Fuck man and dang, iffen you put that thing on it will, it’ll, oh God, I hates to even says it, but I’ll says it anyways here, it’ll tickle my damned feet. OH FUCK MISTER, it will tickle my prissy socked feet, not polish my socked feet! There is a difference you cad! (Chuck was nearly crying now.) There’s a fucking difference here and you all knows it!”
As chuck spoke and pleaded his balls actually shifted in their sac and his cock bounced long and hard more and more. Fuck, it actually felt to the groom to be that his poor balls were changing positions and rolling around in his sac. Or perhaps that was just his nerves causing that sensation?
“Listen man, and the rest of you guys, you cain’t do this to me, now come on guys, I’m a groom to be in a few short days and you’ve done enough to me already,” Chuck gurgled, doing his best to try to talk his way out of impending tickle doom. “Come on now, you boys don’t know what this will do to me…iffen you does it that is…”
“HA, ha, and yuk, yuk, yuk and yum, but yes we do Chuckles, it will tickle you,” the van driver said in a mocking high pitched tone of voice as he then squatted down next to his captured prey. “It will tickle your pretty sheer socked feet, yuk, yuk, yuk and yum.”
Jack took that as his cue to hunker down on the other side of the tied up sheer socked groom. All the other assembled guys watched intently as the van driver and Jack each took one of Chuck’s feet by the ankle and calf. They lifted the groom’s socked feet and moved them toward the shoe shine device in front of him.
“Now, like I said Chuckles ol’ Chuck, this ordinary shoe shine machine is one o’ your and Daisy’s weddin’ presents, but it sher ain’t a conventional model, I’ll tell you that,” the driver said as he held one of Chuck’s feet real tight. “Because you see, me and my buddies here, we added to this high and speedy shoe shiner.”
“You, you added to it?” Chuck asked. “What are you guys, mad scientist inventors of some sorts?”
“Yes Chuck, we added to it, you see, instead of tickling your silky socked feet from the sides, the way it was originally made to polish shoes, it’s a gonna tickle your feets from the inside,” the guy explained and as he held one of Chuck’s feet in one hand he opened one of the hatches on the device that had been mentioned earlier, the hatches that were on the topmost part of the shoe shining machine.
Chuck looked down again with his mouth hanging open, a feeling of beyond sheer (socked) terror now engulfing him. He saw that there were two very wide openings inside the danged device, big and wide enough for a guy’s feet to fit into just perfectly, and in this case it would be the groom’s wedding socked feet fitting just perfectly in there. And further down in the device, inside those wide openings Chuck saw to his dismay what looked like hundreds of round, definitely motorized soft shoe cleaning bristles. To further the groom’s dismay it appeared that the tips of those bristles were glistening, as if they had been treated with some kind of machine oil.
“Getting the picture now buddy?” the van driver asked and Chuck suddenly felt his poor feet sweating in the silky black sheer socks, an erotic and musty scent suddenly wafting up to his nostrils.
It was also the scent of sheer (socked) terror that he smelled. His hard cock twitched in fear and became even more erect (what was up with that?) as his poor balls churned with a new mess of gobs upon gobs of pent-up sperm.
“Oh man, no, no, oh Gawd please no,” Chuck whimpered. “What is Sam hell do I have to say to get through to you all numb skulls?”
“Now, once your sexy socked tootsies are in there we’ll close the hatch, that way you won’t be able to pull your feet away from the machine,” the van driver laughed as he and Jack gripped Chuck’s socked calves tighter now, hefting them up off the floor and moving them over the openings in the shoe shining device.
“Y-you bastards,” Chuck said nearly in a whisper that reeked of real terror by then. “What a twisted thing to do to that machine, and to our weddin’ present at that. You boys have turned a normal everyday executive device into a fucking torture device!! And, and, oh man, and not to mention what a twisted and really fucked up thing you’re about to do to me!! OH GOD YOU ALL, leggo of my feet, please, leggo of my damned feet…”
Chuck cringed in the chair, watching as the men ignored him and slid his socked feet into the two holes in the shoe shine device, plunging them in there to be more precise. The groom felt as if his socked feet had been swallowed up. Before he could make a move to yank his feet back out of the device Jack said, “Yuk, yuk, yuk and yum” and closed the hatch around them and he and the van driver slid the latches locked on them, thus trapping Chuck’s sweaty socked feet within the shoe shining device.
“Listen man, before you all start tickle torturin’ me again, at least tell me this, one of you, please tell me this, what is the point of all this?” Chuck asked miserably, looking down woefully at his poor feet in the device now, only the very tops of his sheer socks showing and somehow the groom to be found that to be sort of comical looking. “Why you guys, why the hell are you tickling me like this?”
“First, because you’re about to be married, and all grooms to be deserve an initiation of some sort, and this is yours Chuck ol’ Chuckles, plus because you are very, very ticklish,” the van driver replied and placed his finger on a switch on the device.
Around that switch were inscribed the words “FAST, FASTER, and FASTEST.”
“And second, comedy,” the driver continued in his reply to Chuck, his finger resting on the control button of the shoe shine device teasing and mocking the groom to be awfully. “You see Chuck we all love comedy and we all just love to hear a guy laugh.”
“Comedy? Dog gone comedy???” Chuck ranted, looking down at the guy as he hunkered next to him. “Fucking comedy huh? Look then, I gots an idea here, we can rent a danged movie, a really funny movie, that way we can all laugh. Me and my fiancé wouldn’t need to be tied up, just all of us, whoever you boys are, having a fun time and laughing at a funny movie.”
Chuck’s feet were pressed into and sweating profusely now in that damned shoe shining machine, surrounded all around and at every inch by those bristles, soft but prickly bristles. And from his experience Chuck knew, he just knew that those bristles had been treated with some kind of lubricating oil thus that would make them even pricklier. Chuck felt as if those fucking bristles were actually hugging his feet, like as if they were in love with them. He could feel them on the bottoms of his socked feet, against his arches, pressed up against all of his wiggling toes, over both sides of his ankles, on the tops of his feet and even under his heels. He realized with a sickening sense of dread that both of his poor feet were about to go once again to “TICKLE HELL…” As he and the van driver spoke to each other and all the other ski masked men watched the bristles were still, but with that guy’s finger on the control switch the groom to be was afraid that that was about to change dramatically. And his cock, God, how the groom’s cock was pulsing, he was totally leaking pre cum. Somehow he knew he had been duped into gulping down an aphrodisiac when they’d fed him that water each time. Never before had he felt so sleazy and worked up in the crotch. What had leaked out earlier had dried up and become very sticky and stiff on his cock shaft, but with all the tickling that he had endured it seemed that his poor tortured balls just kept pushing out his clear thick liquid. And it continued to coat his cock head and eventually his thick veined shaft as well. From the way Daisy was looking at his shiny cum slicked cock Chuck could tell that she could not wait for the wedding night. His hard cock had been stimulated, tickled and jacked off into a jar, of all things! At that point Chuck had lost track of time. How long since which ever one of them had jacked him off last? Embarrassed as he was to say it his poor cock ached for contact, for friction, for something, anything to make him cum, anything to climax and trigger his two aching balls to once more pump out their massive overstock of sperm that just seemed to be building and building in them…over and over again…even after he’d cum twice already…
“Funny movie, a funny movie,” the van driver said laughingly, glancing over at Adam’s video camera as it did its dirty work capturing the groom’s tickle torments on film. “Yeah, I a suppose we could laugh at a funny movie at that Chuck ol’ Chuckles. And pray tell Chuck, what title would you suggest? Take a look over yonder at that video camera buddy. I assure you, there is no movie that has ever been made that anyone would find as funny as this one that we’re a makin’ here Chuckles. Now tell me, what title would you suggest for the movie you’re a starring in? The Laughing Groom to be maybe? Hardy, har, and har buddy boy…” “And yuk, yuk, yuk and yum,” Jack joined in and all the men laughed.
“We all here really enjoy laughing at you while you’re laughing so hard Chuck ol’ Chuckles,” the van driver said.
“Look man, please, I’m a begging you now, I’m a really begging here,” Chuck drawled, his voice making panting sounds. “You’ve all a seen how very ticklish I am. I am really and awfully ticklish guys!”
“Why Chuckles, of course we all a know how ticklish you are,” the driver said, grinning sadistically through his ski mask and nodding his head. “That’s why we decided to do this to you before your a weddin’ day. And I most of all out of all o’ the guys here am thoroughly enjoyin’ this adventure. And from the way you’ve laughing I just knows that you think all of this is soooooo funny…right Chuckles?
As Chuck tried hard to think who it was that always called him Chuckles the van driver laughed one last time and then flipped the switch on the shoe shine device to the “FASTEST” position. Suddenly, the shoe shine machine came to whirring life, looking for shoes to shine and finding none it had no choice but to go to work on Chuck’s socked feet. Inside that device all the bristles that had been hugging the groom’s socked feet before were now moving beyond rapidly across, over, around and under the tied up guy’s sheer socked feet. There was no spot on Chuck’s devilishly ticklish feet that was not being tickled and teased by those spinning whirling bristles. It felt to the poor guy like his feet were being vibrated and tickled on by thousands and thousands of tiny nibbling teeth…
“AAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY HA, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh you bastards, YOU BASTARDS, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!!!!” Chuck screamed in laughter. “WH-what a fucking fucked up way to clean a guy’s smelly socks!!! HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR!!!”
Daisy watched and her pussy leaked her female juices…
“AAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY HA, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! C-c’mon man, c’mon you guys,” Chuck squealed. “HEE, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!!! It, it’s a ticklin’ and ticklin’ my feet here!! SH-shit on shanola you bastards, stop this thing!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
So there the groom sat bound up good and tight in that straight backed chair, his heavy sperm loaded balls aching. His goddamned cock was poking holes in the air above his lap it seemed and leaking more and more pre cum than the groom would have ever thought possible.
“My Lord, my socked feet are a being shined here,” Chuck ranted in between laughing.
“Not exactly buddy boy,” Jack laughed. “Your socked feet are a being shined and tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled. Yuk, yuk, yuk and yum!!”
The groom looked down and grimaced as he laughed at the sight of his socked feet trapped in a warped version of a shoe shine machine as they were tickled unmercifully. It seemed to him that somehow the sheer socks his captors had rolled onto him along with the combination of the oiled bristles were making the tickling sensations reach new heights somehow. Then, in total hysteria the groom to be suddenly felt something else, something on his feet besides the tickling sensations he was being so meanly subjected to. Besides the tickling sensations all over his feet Chuck suddenly realized that the spinning tickling bristles had started eating those sheer socks off him. To be more precise, the bristles were spinning and tickling his socked feet, but then, suddenly they somehow began eating the socks right off him, right off his feet. The spinning motion he supposed was what caused the bristles to start pulling at the ultra-thin socks. Looking down through tear filled laughing eyes Chuck saw the socks begin to stretch and slide down his calves into the bowels of the shoe shine device that his feet were presently trapped in. Not only was the damned machine tickling him, but now it was fixing to get his sheer socks off him and to tickle his bare feet it seemed.
“OH MY LORD, check this out, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! TH-the fucking shoe shiner is a eatin’ the danged sheer weddin’ socks offen my big ol’ feet!!” Chuck hyena laughed and at the sight of his socks being chewed off his feet by the machine his captors joined in the folly of his laughter. “Oh my, there they go, another inch Daisy, I’m a losin’ my weddin’ socks here, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Little by little the socks were yanked and pulled down by the spinning bristles. As Chuck laughed and laughed and watched the machine just kept on tickling him and devouring his socks. Chuck’s captors laughed and at the sight of his socks being pulled down they pointed at his feet. Now, all the assembled men were laughing along with their tickle captive, but obviously laughing for different reasons. Inch by inch Chuck’s socks disappeared into the torturous shoe shining machine. Lower and lower went the sheer socks as the wicked device tickled and tickled his slowly being bared feet. Down went the socks a bit more and then they were gone. Like magic the sheer socks had disappeared from Chuck’s feet and went down below the part of the machine that his feet were encased in. The groom to be could not believe it himself the hilarity of what was transpiring. The damned shoe shine machine was eating and stripping the socks that the guy’s had rolled onto his feet off him. Chuck could no longer see the socks at that point but he sure as all hell felt the bristles as they attacked his bared flesh that was now uncovered because of the slowly receding socks, which were now over his heels. The tickling became more maddening as the sock stripping went on. Chuck felt the socks inch toward his wiggling toes then they were at his toes and then, then they were gone, eaten right off his poor feet and gulped down into the bowels of the shoe shine machine.
“OH MY, oh Daisy, fuck me dreadful baby,” Chuck cackled. “HAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, th-that fucking shoe shine device from hell just stripped me of those socks baby!! Did you a see that?”
”I saw Chuck, I saw,” Daisy replied, trying her best to stifle her own laughter.
Chuck’s captors found it to have been hilarious. The groom to be simply found it to be just one more humiliation, and awful of all awfuls the tickling went on and on and on. Now the bristles in the shoe shine device were able to get directly to Chuck’s hot sweaty naked feet.
“AAAYYYYYRRRR, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA fuck, this sure as hell is givin’ new meanin’ to the word “tickle!!!” Chuck crowed. Y-you all are a drivin’ me crazy here!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, m-my socks are a gone but it’s still a tickling my feet, stop, stop, stop this thing, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!!! Whoever you guys are…”
Chuck continued laughing crazily and witlessly even long after the black sheer socks were gone.
“Y-you guys, holy fucking shit you guys, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!” Chuck screamed. “Did you guys a see that??? DID you fuckin’ see that?? HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, HAR, ohhhhhhh God, y-your devilish machine ate those a socks right off my tickly feet!! HA, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!
“Of course we saw it, that was hysterical buddy boy,” the van driver laughed and squatted down behind the tickle captive as he sat tied to the straight back chair.
The fast spinning bristles in the machine massaged and lapped hungrily at Chuck’s bare smelly feet. To the groom to be they felt like a thousand and more tiny teeth, nibbling at his feet as they tickle tormented every last part of his poor feet. To Chuck all of this felt kind of monotonous at that point. How much more would they tickle him? Who the hell were they? Would he and Daisy make it to their wedding day? Chuck wondered these things as he laughed and laughed.
“OH GAWD Daisy, I cain’t a help all this here laughing I’m a doin’ baby, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!” Chuck chortled helplessly. “I’m just a poor sap of a guy laughing his head off and a relating all this laughter to you. This is these guy’s fault baby, the ones that a kidnapped our asses! And you know what’s really funny Daisy baby??? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, you know what is really so danged funny?”
“Wh-what’s that Chuck?” Daisy asked.
“I-I don’t think that all this here laughter that’s bein’ forcefully extracted from me is so funny at all baby, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Chuck laughed in response. “I’m a finding out the hard way here that laughing and funny do not necessarily go together baby! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I’m not a laughin’ here a cause I’m havin’ fun baby, I’m a chortlin’ and cacklin’ because of this goddamned machine that my feet is trapped in!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
“I know Chuck, I know…” Daisy said sorrowfully.
“I mean, it sure was funny to watch those socks get eaten right offen my feets huh?” Chuck prattled on laughingly. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I’m sure that iffen I wasn’t on the receivin’ end of all this I would have laughed my head off too seeing some guy get his prissy socks eaten off his trapped feet by some danged machine! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! But to me, the poor sap that’s it a all bein’ done to, Daisy, to me, it sure ain’t funny!! I’m mean, I’m naked here baby, naked in front a you and these total strangers!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
At that point in his tirade Chuck looked up at Jack and screamed, “S-so much for shining up stinky socks huh? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Yuk, yuk, yuk, and yum,” Jack responded.
From behind him the van driver grabbed Chuck’s upper arms real tight; right above where the rope was lashed snugly over and over the tickle captive’s huge biceps. The guy hoisted Chuck a few inches off the chair so that now Chuck’s sweaty balls swung back and forth a few times and the rope over his upper torso rubbed against the groom’s very big, fleshy nipples.
“Oh dang it all man, you really know how to play me Mister,” Chuck drawled as his heavy balls swung and his nipples were massaged by the ropes.
The van driver did just that, he played his tickle captive like he was a musical instrument that needed some fine tuning. Chuck’s naked feet now felt like they had thousands upon thousands of feathers brushing every square inch of the skin on them. Another monstrous way to describe it was that it felt like thousands of ants crawling all around and over his bare feet from his heels and ankles all the way to his ticklish toes, which, just for the record were wiggling like they had never wiggled before. Of course the groom to be could not see his toes at that moment being that they were locked in the annals of the machine, but he sure could feel the involuntary wiggling they were doing down in there as the bristles kissed them all over and in between each toe as well.
“OHHHHHHHHH, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, H-hey, whoever you are, leggo of me man, and turn, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, and turn, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, HAW, turn off this FUCKING machine!!” Chuck screamed through uncomtrollable fits of laughter as the guy seemed to be adjusting him in the chair.
Chuck’s poor heavy hanging balls swung back and forth and his cock, hard as a rock and once more stalked up and oozing pre cum pointed at the ceiling. Screaming loud laughter escaped the groom to be, along with frothy spittle as it spewed from his mouth. As he looked upward Chuck did not take notice of the rest of the guys as they all helped themselves to long stiff goose feathers that Jack had had stashed in a backpack. The tied up groom was still babbling, laughing, begging to be released as the van driver hoisted him upwards in the chair as much as the ropes would allow. As Chuck laughed, as sweat poured off him, as he looked up at the ceiling he did not have an iota of a clue as to what the fucking fuck the van driver and his buddies were up to now. Actually, Chuck was too busy laughing to give a rat’s ass what they were up to now, as he would have so aptly stated, had he been able to. Chuck’s utmost concern at that moment was for his being tickle tortured naked feet and he wondered how much more of this he would be forced to endure. Suddenly, he heard Daisy holler, “No, no, don’t do that to him!” and all at once Chuck felt something new, almost like he had just sat on a goddamned branding iron or something.
“MY BALLS!!! OH Gods, not my balls you fuckers,” Chuck ranted, looking down again and seeing that the guys were all using their goose feathers to tickle his balls with while the van driver held him aloft on the chair. “EEEEEEEEYOWWWWWWWWW!!!! HA, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! Oh my Lord of Lords you guys, what, what, what, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, what the fuck are you doing to me now??? You blowhards are makin’ me crazy here!!”
The guys all spun and twirled their feathers against, around and all over Chuck’s cum engorged gonads and it looked as if his poor balls were actually jumping in their sac like Mexican jumping beans. His ball sac bubbled up in goose flesh; the guys were relentless as they tickled the groom’s balls all the more. His balls drew up tight with big sexy bumps sprouting on his scrotum where the hair follicles were. But alas, they could not draw themselves away from those feathers, those guys whipping and tickling feathers. This was an all new torment for the groom to be because although his cock shaft was not being touched it was simply pumping hard and stiff in the air, trying desperately to find some relief. And to his disbelief the way he was being tickled on the feet and balls was causing him to ooze more and more pre cum in buckets it seemed. Chuck felt as if he was being tickled to death at his feet and balls and at the same time he was being sexually teased and stimulated beyond belief with no relief. Gawd, he thought, but these guys who had captured him and Daisy sure had evil minds. He looked at his captors through huge laugh caused tears and as he laughed himself silly the guys all grinned at him through their ski masks. They were obviously enjoying every scant second of all this…
After a long while later Chuck realized he was still laughing, even though the shoe shining machine and the guys tickling him with their feathers had all stopped. Somehow the groom to be had lost track of time and his sense and by then his cock was incurably hard, begging, pleading for relief by then. When the tied up groom to be realized that the machine his feet was in had been turned off he felt really stupid because he was still laughing. He managed to stop laughing and took a few even breaths and gulps of air. After he was again able to breathe somewhat normally he looked up at the van driver through hazy vision…
“Th-thank you man, oh God, thank you, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha” Chuck said, a few laughs still escaping him. “Oh for the love of God and his angels you blasted mugs tickled my danged balls…”
“Uh yeah, we did at that Chuckles, even you have to admit that that was funny,” the van driver said and as the other guys gathered around Chuck he again squatted down next to the shoe shining machine.
“Yeah, a real barrel of laughs, hardy fucking har, but I’m the poor fuck in the barrel you bastards,” Chuck drawled, looking up and around at his ski masked captors as the van driver opened the hatch of the shoe shining machine.
Before the guy could grab at Chuck’s feet to extract them from the machine the groom to be pulled them out on his own accord, not that he would be able to escape from the six men, seeing as he was tied to the chair. But, for whatever the reason it gave Chuck a small sense of freedom to be able to remove his own feet from the clutches of that infernal device. Looking down Chuck saw that his feet were red and shiny looking all over…
“Oh God…” he whispered.
Chuckling sadistically, the van driver, who it appeared, was the ringleader in this entire scene being played out, reached into the shoe shine device. Laughing meanly along with his five cohorts he held up the black silk socks. They were all mangled, twisted and moist looking, but still intact. The machine hadn’t ripped them at all. Chuck watched and his hard cock twitched as the van driver held the stinking socks to his visible nose and mouth and said, “Whew, your feet really are all sweaty and randy buddy. We just put these stinkers on you and they smell like you’ve had them on all day. So tell me Chuckles, do you want these socks back on your feet again for the next tickle device?” The groom’s heart sank like the Titanic at just the very thought of yet another tickle device…or, to be more precise, another device of torture.
“Man that sure was something though huh Chuckles, huh guys?” the driver asked, still laughing and still holding the sheer socks in hand. “The way that machine ate your socks right off your feet buddy? As you would say, fucking fucks, I didn’t expect that to happen.”
“FUCKER, fucking fucks is right man!!” Chuck suddenly thundered having lost most of his patience at that point it would appear. “I didn’t expect any of this to happen today! What the fucking fucks is this after all? A guy is out having a nice date with his fiancé and he winds up kidnapped and tickle tortured???”
As Chuck ranted madly, letting off all his steam the van driver laughed and rolled the sheer socks back onto the tickle captive’s feet. He then grabbed Chuck by his calves.
“H-HEY man, what are you a doin’?” Chuck screeched at the guy. “Look, I’m sorry I yelled okay? I’m really sorry. Just don’t…don’t…”
“You know Chuck, it was, it really was so damned funny the way that machine ate these socks off your feet that I thought we would give it another good go,” the van driver said and began sliding Chuck’s poor, again socked feet into the wide open holes of the shoe shining device.
“OH GOD NO, NOT AGAIN, please!!” Chuck squealed and then the guy closed the hatch, locking the groom’s feet in again. “FUCKER!!!” “Yuk, yuk, yuk and yum,” Jack laughed. “Looks like that machine is hungry for weddin’ socks eh Chuckles?”
The van driver wasted no time. He turned the machine on for the second go round and once again Chuck’s socked feet were being brutally tickle tortured. All the guys laughed meanly at the guy’s plight, as Daisy watched miserably yet somehow enticed as her groom’s socks were again being eaten from his being tickled feet. And just for the hell of it all the guys once again took up their feathers and took turns tickling Chuck’s bulging balls. So, as the guy’s feet were tickled in the shoe shine device for the second time and as his sheer socks were slowly eaten from his feet by said device his balls were again tickle tortured relentlessly again as well.
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