My work schedule delayed me from paying another visit to Josh, the hot dude I met a couple of weeks earlier while responding to a 911 call. He’d broken his leg in a swimming pool fall and while examining him in the ambulance ride, I discovered he was not only incredibly ticklish but seemed to get aroused by being tickled.
A friendship developed after visiting him at the hospital and I subsequently visited him in his apartment, where he was laid up in traction. On that visit, my role transitioned from paramedic to “athletic trainer” trying to help him retain his muscular shape while laid up. My untraditional approach to training ticklish athletes involves placing them in bondage and then tickling their helpless bodies to get them to work all of the muscles in their body while they futilely attempt to escape their bondage and the tickle torture.
I was glad my schedule finally allowed me to pay him a visit and put him through another intense training session. As I drove to his apartment, a bulge formed in my jeans as I recalled how hot our previous session was, and I looked forward to stepping up tonight’s workout session. After all, Josh now knows what my “workout” involves—including getting him off at the end—and yet he agreed to another. Which means he’s going into this session eyes wide open and I have no reason to hold back on how intensely I work him over, like I did the in our first session.
“Hmmm, speaking of eyes wide open,” I thought to myself, “Perhaps I should shake things up tonight by blindfolding Josh. A blindfold adds an element of surprise and tends to keep victim—er, clients—on edge.” I knocked on the door and after a moment Colton answered the door.
Colton is a nursing aide hired to assist Josh with food, bathroom, bathing and other needs. He also happens to be hot as hell, standing about 6 feet tall with dirty blonde hair and boyish good looks, close-cropped beard and striking dimples dominating his handsome face. Like last time, he was wearing a fitted t-shirt, showing off his trim, muscular physique and jeans.
“Hey, Jason. C’mon in, I’m just finishing giving Josh a sponge bath before I leave for the evening,” Colton explained, motioning me inside and returning to the hospital bed set up in Josh’s bedroom while he recuperated. Josh’s treatment included a cast the length of his left leg suspended above the bed in traction, his sexy, sensitive barefoot protruding from the end of the cast and hanging vulnerably in midair, practically inviting visitors to tickle foot. It was an invitation I’ve discovered I can’t pass up.
I was surprised that Colton didn’t close Josh’s bedroom door, leaving it partially open. I grabbed my smartphone and pretended to check emails while moving a few feet to the left, providing a view of Josh laying in his bed. Josh’s hot body was completely naked and not covered by a sheet this time. Colton had a pan filled with warm water, a sponge and a bottle of liquid soap, finishing up Josh’s torso. Admittedly, it appeared like a rather sensual experience, the sponge wetting the matte of sexy black hair cascading across Josh’s muscular chest and down his flat abs.
Colton squeezed a generous dab of the liquid soap onto his palm and began to coat Josh’s sexy, rippling abs, swirling the dark hair in sexy patterns. Then Colton begin to dance his fingers across Josh’s skin, the soap no doubt acting as a lubricant for Colton’s sharp fingernails. I knew from experience that Josh’s abs are a weak for him, and Josh’s stomach muscles spasming and his squirming confirmed Colton’s fingers were indeed tickling him. I recognized the devilish smile on Colton’s face, the same one I displayed many times when launching a tickle attack on an unsuspecting victim. Josh tensed up but managed to hold back any laughter or reaction, trying hard to endure Colton’s tickle attack and not lose it.
Colton seemed to alternate between intentionally tickling Josh and legitimately bathing him, managing to keep Josh on edge of but not completely losing it. I quickly sprung a raging hard on pressing against my jeans as I watched the scene unfold. Colton slid his fingers down to the spot where Josh’s lower abs meet his hip joints and must’ve been pressing his fingers into Josh’s lower abs because he suddenly burst out with laughter raising his head up and blurting out, “Colton, watch it man! I’m really ticklish there!”
“Oh sorry, Josh,” Colton said, adding, “All done there anyway.” He took the sponge, dipped it in the warm water and washed it across Josh’s abs to wipe away the soap, leaving the silky black hair cascading across Josh’s taut abs in sexy, matted swirls. Josh relaxed and laid back down. Colton wrung the sponge out in the water tub and returned it to Josh’s lower ab area, sliding it down to Josh’s crotch area, wetting his pubic hair and sliding it across Josh’s half-erect dick.
He got another glob of soap in his palm, rubbed them together and then began soaping up Josh’s crotch area. Colton wrapped his soapy hand around Josh’s dick and began stroking it up and down, producing an instant hard on. Josh had closed his eyes, rather enjoying this part of the sponge bath. Colton had a smile on his face again as he worked Josh’s swollen dick far longer than I would expect an aide to when giving a sponge bath. I guessed that both of them were kind of enjoying this part of the bath.
Colton gently squeezed Josh’s cock-head with each stroke up, his dick spasming and Josh shuddering at the sensations. He didn’t appear to object to the longer-than-expected attention being given to his cock, tucking his hands casually behind his head. I felt like I stumbled into the filming of a porn movie!
After a minute, Colton used his other hand to lightly tickle Josh’s balls with his soapy fingers. Josh immediately burst out with laughter but didn’t move his body or try to block Colton. “Dude, c’mon!” he cried out, “My balls are crazy ticklish! Please be careful or I may accidentally punch you!” I almost shot my load watching this hot scene.
Colton laughed. “Oops, sorry, Josh. Didn’t realize it.” The smirk on his face told me otherwise. Colton used the wet sponge to clean the soap off of Josh’s still hard dick and crotch area, then began wetting down Josh’s thigh area on his uninjured leg. He applied a gob of the liquid soap and began rubbing it into his skin in his thigh region. He must have applied some pressure to his inner thighs because Josh was squirming, the touches clearly tickling him. He managed to keep it together as Colton cleaned his thigh area, rinsed, repeated the procedure with his lower leg and then wet Josh’s barefoot, both top and bottom. He soaped the top of Josh’s foot and then slid his pointer finger to wash between Josh’s toes and Josh burst out with laughter.
“Sorry, Josh,” Colton said matter-of-factly. “I know your feet are ticklish, man. I’ll try to be careful but you should brace yourself because it’ll probably tickle a little.”
“Jesus, okay, I’ll try,” Josh said, rather unconvincingly. He placed his arms on the bed palms down, closed his eyes and clenched his jaw trying to prepare himself. The devilish smile on Colton’s face signalled another intentional tickling attack was imminent. Sure enough, Colton began dancing his fingertips up Colton’s super sensitive sole, the soap making Colton’s sharp nails glide effortlessly across Josh’s unbearably ticklish skin. I’ve witnessed plenty of accidental tickling, and this was no accident—Colton was intentionally tickling Josh! Oh how I wished I could join Colton.
Josh lost it as soon as Colton began his tickling attack, roaring with his deep, masculine laughter that turns me on like crazy. I don’t know if was because Josh’s laughter became so loud or what, but Colton suddenly turned his head, glancing out the door. I was busted, clearly watching Colton take advantage of Josh’s helpless situation.
I fumbled with my phone nervously trying to cover up the fact I’d been watching them. Colton just grinned mischievously at me and returned his focus to Josh’s sole cleaning. The “cleaning” of Josh’s barefoot continued for what seemed far longer than necessary for cleaning a patient’s soles, while poor Josh howled with laughter, crying out for Colton to “PLEASE STOP!” He even slapped his hands on the bed in desperate frustration when the sensations became too unbearable to take, but somehow he managed to not pull his foot back and out of reach of Colton’s tickling, a fact I found intriguing.
Colton finally stopped and used the sponge to rinse the soap from Josh’s foot. “Sorry, man, I know that’s hard for you,” he said sympathetically. I couldn’t help but notice that Josh’s dick was standing at attention. Colton moved to the other side of the bed and began to wet Josh’s thigh area up to where the cast started. He applied the soap and began working it into Josh’s skin, his fingers apparently tickling the underneath side of Josh’s leg, based on his squirming and jumpiness. Colton then moved to the foot of the bed in front of Josh’s barefoot suspended helplessly in traction.
“Ah shit,” Josh muttered with resignation, knowing his other foot was about to get an unbearable cleaning.
“I know, man,” Colton said. “You know the drill. This is going to tickle a bit.” He then wet Josh’s traction-suspended barefoot. He applied the soap and began dancing his fingers up and down Josh’s poor sole, sending Josh into fits of laughter. Colton looked at me and smiled mischievously again as he tickled Josh’s foot with abandon. Josh was once again roaring with laughter and pounding his fists on the bed, helpless to stop the madness. Once again, it struck me that the attention to Josh’s sole was far greater than necessary for cleaning. I also now realized, seeing Colton’s body from the side, he also sported a bulge in his jeans.
“Hmmm…” I thought. “Colton is definitely getting off on this!” Although the odds that three tickle fetishists would end up in the same apartment so randomly made it less likely that he shared our fetish and simply found Josh to be hot, like any red-blooded gay guy would. And was simply having fun teasing him like Josh’s buddies and I do. He finally stopped and wiped the soap from Josh’s foot, returning to the bathroom to dump the water and clean up. I decided to move to the kitchen so it wasn’t quite so obvious I’d been watching the entire thing.
“Alright, man, sorry that took some time,” Colton said as he returned to the kitchen. “Kind of hard to give Josh a sponge bath as ticklish as he is!” he added with a chuckle and wink. I smiled. “I’m leaving now but will be back tomorrow morning. Nancy will be here at 9. FYI, the 49’ers are playing tonight on television so Josh will probably want to catch that.”
“You a 49’ers fan?” I asked Colton.
“Hell, no, man,” he said with a laugh. “Patriots fan myself.”
“Dude, seriously? And you live here? Better not go to the game when the two teams are playing or you’ll get some serious shit,” I said with a laugh. He laughed and nodded in agreement as left. I returned to the bedroom where Josh lay, a sheet now covering him from the waist to his knees.
“Hey, man!” Josh greeted, seeming genuinely happy to see me.
“Hey, Josh!” I said, stopping at his suspended foot. “Dude, that was quite the sponge bath!” I teased, dancing my fingers up Josh’s barefoot. He began laughing and squirming, not at all surprised that I would take a shot at tickling him.
“Dude, c’mon!” he cried out. “I just had to endure one of Colton’s damned sponge baths!”
“Dude, seriously!” I answered, stopping my tickle attack and pulling up the chair beside the bed. “I’ve never seen such blatant tickling as part of a sponge bath in two years of being a paramedic!”
“No kidding, man!” Josh said with a deep laugh. “Hell, that’s what I would expect a sponge bath from you to be like!” We both laughed.
“Does he normally tickle you that much while giving you a sponge bath?”
“Not the first couple of times, not really any tickling,” Josh explained. “But the last two sponge baths he’s gotten more aggressive with the tickling. I mean he sees how my buddies who visit—you included—tend to take advantage of my weakness and tickle me. Perhaps he’s just trying to fit in?”
“I swear, I think he’s getting off on it!” I commented. “It sure looked like he was sporting wood.”
“Jesus, I know I was!” Josh said with a hearty laugh. “It doesn’t help that Colton is freakin’ hot as hell!”
“God, I know what you mean. He’s got that dirty blonde hair and dark features, a look I find particularly hot. I’ve been hoping he would wear an open-collared shirt so I could get a peek at what he’s hiding underneath that shirt.”
“Shit, dude! I think you’ve been giving Colton a little too much thought!” Josh teased with a laugh and I joined him, realizing I probably sounded like a stalker. Josh laid back and tucked his hands behind his head, offering me a killer view of his hot, muscular torso.
“So, I brought the salads as requested,” I continued. “You want to eat before we get your workout underway?”
“Nah, man, I think I’d rather get the workout in first,” Josh answered with a devilish smile. “I’ll work up quite the appetite from one of your fucking intense workouts!” I laughed, appreciating the accolades.
“Sure thing, buddy,” I said. “I think Colton got you in the mood,” I added delivering an unexpected poke to Josh’s rib cage, Josh laughing and flexing his side in response. “I’ll just put the salads in the refrigerator and grab us some beers.” I kicked off my shoes and grabbed my gym bag of goodies on my way back to the bedroom, quickly getting to work attaching the ropes to the bed corners after lowering his bed to a flat position.
“Um, did you forget something?” Josh teased. At first, I wasn’t sure what he meant. His intense inspecting up and down my body clued me in.
“Oh, yeah, sorry, man,” I responded, pulling my t-shirt over my head, tossing it on the chair in the corner. I unfastened my belt, dropped my jeans and stepped out of them. “Better?” I asked with a wink as I tossed my jeans on the chair.
“Yeah, but could you also lose the socks, buddy? I’d kind of like to see what your feet look like.”
“Hmmm, does someone have a foot fetish, too?” I said teasingly, as I pulled my socks off and threw them next to the chair. Josh looked a little embarrassed, a sheepish look on his red face. “Hey, man, it’s cool. I may be able to find a way to use that vulnerability once I have you tied up,” I responded with a chuckle and a wink.
I had Josh’s wrists and ankles tied tight in no time, his body now helpless and spread eagle. He sported a boner, no doubt anticipating what’s to come.
“Let’s change it up this time,” I said, grabbing my trusty blindfold from the gym bag. His eyes grew wide, he was not in control and I was calling the shots.
“Ah, Jesus, that means I won’t be able to see where you are going to attack me,” he complained as I slid the band around the back of his head and fastened it snugly in place.
“Zactly!” I said with a laugh, punctuating my comment with a quick tickle of his nipples. He burst out with laughter, caught off guard by my attack. “Oh yeah, man, this is going to be fun,” I added, lightly tickling his nipples until his dick was rock hard and standing at attention while his body squirmed at the annoying sensations. I stopped once again to drink in the sight of this hairy-chested muscle stud bound spread-eagle and helpless. I had a full-on raging hard on pressing against the fabric of my boxer briefs.
I walked quietly around the bed, trying to decide where to attack first. He cleared his throat nervously and shifted his weight, pulling on the ropes to make sure there was no escape. It was kind of hot making him wait, anticipating where I would attack next. I decided to grab one of my stiff-barbed, white feathers for some mental play.
I silently moved to the foot of the bed and stroked the tip of the feather up his bare sole suspended in traction. His foot instinctively flexed, and he giggled softly. I immediately moved the feather to his thigh. Then to his nips. Then his balls. Back to his pit, all rapid fire. With each unexpected move he jumped, squirmed and giggled, not knowing where I would touch him next. His dick rose to attention in reaction to the feather teasing.
I continued the random feather attacks for a minute just to get him on edge and a little disoriented. Then I stopped and made him wait a full minute. At about 30 seconds, he cleared his throated and pulled at the ropes, appearing to become anxious wondering where and when I’d attack next. I moved silently to the foot of the bed. I danced my fingers up his uninjured but helplessly restrained sole. He burst out with laughter and began yanking on the rope futilely.
“That’s it, Josh!” I said encouragingly. “Give that leg a good workout.” I tickled his foot nonstop for a full minute until he was crying out with laughter and thrashing about, trying desperately to free his ankle and avoid the tickle torture of his tender sole. I reached up with my other hand and began dancing my fingers up and down the bottom of the foot suspended in air from traction. He roared even louder, crying out in anguish. After another full minute of tickling, he started pleading with me to stop and give him a break. The sound of this stud, a tough guy begging for mercy, made my dick throb and pulse with excitement. After a few more seconds, I finally stopped and gave him a break to catch his breath.
I moved to his side and noticed his dick was at half-mast. I picked up one of the feathers laying on the bed and began tickling his balls. “Ah, c’mon!” he cried out in protest. “At least let me catch my breath!” he pleaded as he laughed and squirmed.
“Okay, fair enough,” I responded. “As long as I see some excitement here!” I teased, moving the feather up to stroke his cock. It only took a few strokes of the feather for his manhood to rise to attention. I continued stroking slowly up and down his shaft, causing his pelvis to squirm and his dick to swing about. I wanted to make sure he was good and turned on before I resumed my tickle attack. I moved back to the head of the bed and peered down upon the bound-tight Adonis stretched out before me. “Alright, better start working these arms!” I said and without warning plunged my fingers into his massive, exposed armpits, my fingertips dancing through the hair lining his pits.
He was caught completely off guard and burst out with laughter, yanking on the ropes that secured his arms above his head, desperate to stop my tickle attack of his exposed, vulnerable pits. Of course, his desperate yanking was futile, and he had no choice but to endure every tortuous touch. His deep, loud laughter was music to my ears and my dick was once again pressing hard against the fabric of my underwear, a wet spot forming as I tickled both of his pits non-stop for a full minute.
I don’t know if it was because I heard something or just had a sense I was being watched that caused me to glance toward the open bedroom door, but my heart leapt out of my chest when I did—standing in the doorway was Colton! I had no idea how long he’d been watching me tickle torture his patient, bound tightly in a spread-eagle position.
I froze staring at Colton while continuing to tickle Josh’s pits, my brain trying to process why Colton returned and how I should handle his discovery of us. I gradually stopped tickling. Colton didn’t seem bothered by what he was seeing; in fact, he displayed a mischievous grin, similar to the one had earlier when he was tickling Colton.
“Dude, you’ve been laughing a lot. I’d better get you some water!” I blurted out to Josh, who had no idea Colton had returned, and quickly exited the bedroom to follow Colton to the kitchen and out of earshot of Josh. “Um, Colton…man…er, um I can explain!” I stammered, panicked at what Colton must be thinking at this point. Here’s his patient naked and rigged up in spread-eagle bondage while I’m tickle torturing him wearing nothing but boxer briefs and a massive boner pressing against the fabric. “Um, it’s a workout I’ve used with…er…patients who were immobile and…you know…um needed…” I stammered, trying to come up with a plausible excuse.
“Relax Jason, it’s cool,” Colton interrupted gently, a big smile on his face. “I think I know exactly what’s going on.”
“You…you do?” I asked, wondering whether he was buying my unconvincing stammering.
“Sure, man,” Colton answered with a laugh and a wink, “And I think it’s fucking awesome!” I laughed too, relieved he wasn’t freaked out by the scene.
“Shut the fuck up!” I exclaimed as quietly as I could. “You serious, man? Like you get into tickle torture or something?”
“Sure, Dude!” he said barely above a whisper. “I get it. Josh is a hot dude and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out he’s ticklish as fuck!” he said with a laugh. “Although this set up you’ve got going, I must say, is slightly evil, Bro!”
“Yeah, I suppose,” I responded, still shocked at Colton’s response. “I’m just glad you’re not freaked out or anything, man.”
“Nah, man, it’s totally cool,” he added, his eyes scanning up and down my half-naked body. “Besides, the bonus for me Is finally getting to see what you’ve been hiding under your t-shirt and jeans!” he added with a laugh and a Cheshire grin. I felt my face turning red despite appreciating the compliment.
“Well, er, thanks, man,” I said still trying to get my head around this awkward and unexpected situation. I wasn’t sure what to say next.
“Jason,” he said in a low voice, slightly hesitantly. “Um, man, is there any chance you’d like any help working Josh over?” he asked hopefully. My jaw must’ve dropped at his unexpected request.
“You mean you want to help me tickle torture Josh?” I asked, both incredulous he was asking and rather turned on that this astonishingly handsome stud indeed seemed to share our tickling fetish too. He nodded, a mischievous grin on his face. “Dude, I knew it! When I saw you bathing him this afternoon, I knew you were getting off on tickling him!” I blurted out in a hushed voice, rather giddy my instincts were spot on.
He smiled sheepishly. “Jesus, was it that obvious?” I nodded and laughed.
“Hey, man. I have an idea,” I exclaimed, my devilish gears now going to work. “Why don’t we go back in and you stay completely silent, since he doesn’t know you’re even here. I’ll let you do all the tickling while I do all of the talking so he thinks it’s me tickling him. Then at some point, I’ll join in and start tickling him too. We’ll see how long it takes him to figure out I’m not alone. And then he’ll realize how seriously fucked he is with two mad ticklers working him over!”
“Shit, dude, you are evil!” Colton said as we both laughed. “And I love it! Let’s do it.” As I grabbed a water bottle and filled it with some ice and water, Colton quietly returned to the living room, pulled off his t-shirt, dropped his jeans and shed his shoes and socks. I was pleasantly surprised at the unexpected strip act but thrilled at the sight before me. I knew Colton was astonishingly good looking and had a trim, muscular body. But his clothes were covering up a perfect set of six-pack abs, and even more defined chest and arms than his shirt hinted. And even better, his torso was also adorned with a fine matte of silky dark hair cascading over his muscles, something unexpected from a blonde pretty boy. It reinforced his sexy masculinity, and my dick suddenly stiffened in response.
We returned to the bedroom. “Here’s the water, man,” I said, bringing the water bottle up to Josh’s lips. He lifted his head to drink.
“Jesus, took you long enough!” he complained, after sipping some water.
“Yeah, well, you know the punishment for complaining, right?” I teased, stepping back and motioning to Colton to step in. He didn’t miss a beat, sliding in above Josh’s head, dropping his hands into position just above Josh’s exposed and helpless massive pits.
“Nah, man, I wasn’t complaining,” Josh sputtered, trying to step back his complaint and avoid the inevitable tickle torture punishment he faced. Colton began dancing his fingertips through the hair lining Josh’s pits. “Ah, c’mon, man, I swear…I wasn’t…hahaaaaaa….ah….noooo!” Josh pleaded, dissolving into helpless laughter from Colton’s attack.
I stepped behind Colton to make sure my voice came from where the tickling was happening. “I don’t know, that’s not how I heard it, man,” I quipped, my dick now at full attention watching Colton tickle Josh. I’m accustomed to solo tickle sessions. This was fun watching another dude destroy my tickle vic while I get to step back and just watch. Colton soon had Josh howling with laughter and yanking at the bonds. “Yeah, man, work those arms,” I taunted. “Need to maintain your muscle mass in these triceps, Josh.”
I was surprised and impressed at Colton’s tickle torture skills. The few times I’d teamed up with another tickler, I was disappointed to find that almost every time the dude lacked in tickling skills. I’ve tickled guys my whole life, so it just seems so obvious how to destroy a ticklish dude. As I witnessed other guys fail so miserably over the years, I came to realize that the art of tickling doesn’t come naturally to everybody.
But Colton was different; his techniques had finesse, applying the perfect blend of light touch and finger pressure to produce the maximum reaction from Josh. Perhaps Colton has tickled his fair share of guys, I considered, or he’s just a natural-born tickle torturer. Regardless of how he came by his talents, watching him destroy Josh was turning me on like crazy.
Colton also didn’t disappoint when it came to being a merciless top. He tickled Josh nonstop to the point that Josh was sweating and nearly out of laughter, pleading for mercy. I stepped back and moved to Josh’s side. Colton took my lead and stopped his attack, allowing Josh to catch his breath. Colton moved to Josh’s other side directly across from me, a devilish smile on his face and his dick pressing hard against his boxers. I smiled knowingly, viewing Colton as a kindred spirit.
“Holy shit!” Josh finally sputtered. “You are putting me through one hell of a workout today!”
“Hmm, that sounds like another complaint?” I responded teasingly, flashing my own devilish smile at Colton. He didn’t miss a beat, reaching his hand down and dancing his fingertips across Josh’s sensitive balls. I was surprised he chose that spot, expecting him instead to go for Josh’s abs or ribs instead.
“No, no!” Josh cried out, clearly caught off guard by the sudden attack on his privates. “I wasn’t complaining…ahahah…c’mon…..ahahah! Stop!” Colton’s Cheshire grin revealed his pleasure in exploiting Josh’s unbearably ticklish balls. He kept up the tickle attack for a good minute, sending Josh into mad hysterics and pleading for mercy. I rubbed my hand across my swollen cockhead while it oozed precum. I liked Colton’s style and had a feeling this was going to be one of the hottest tickle torture sessions I’d ever experienced.
I picked up one of the long, white, stiff-barbed feathers I’d placed on the bed earlier and began stroking it up the underneath side of Josh’s fully engorged cock. His dick bounced in response and Josh let out a little squeal. His reaction wasn’t lost on Colton, who immediately picked up another feather and began stroking the other side of Josh’s swollen dick, matching my pace and rhythm up and down his shaft. Josh squirmed in response but his laughter calmed to more of a giggle mixed with gasps as our feather jacking was arousing him. His cock soon oozed precum and he was stretching and twisting his torso as much as the ropes allowed, attempting to maximize the cock stroking he was receiving.
“Hmm…you rather seem to enjoy this,” I teased softly. After a minute of stroking, I added, “But I do seem to recall that when I concentrate the feather on just your cockhead it produces a slightly different reaction.” I mimed with my free hand the wrapping of my hand around Josh’s shaft and concentrated my feather tickling on his cockhead.
Colton got my hint, grabbing Josh’s swollen dick and focused his tickling attack on Josh’s sensitive head. Josh’s reaction was predictable yet delightful as he cried out, squirming more intensely at the unbearable tickling sensations, Colton’s feather dancing over, around and along the underneath side of his cockhead. I couldn’t help but notice that Colton’s bulge seemed to grow even larger and a wet spot seeped through his cotton underwear.
Once again, Colton proved unmerciful as he kept up the unbearable tickle attack for what seemed like minutes. I took my feather and, pointing it toward Josh’s balls, gave Colton a knowing wink. He smiled mischievously as he released his grasp on Josh’s cock and slid his feather down to Josh’s unbearably ticklish balls. The peals of baritone laughter and pleas for mercy echoing off the ceiling were like music to my ears, as Josh squirmed and yanked at his ropes futilely. Once again, Colton demonstrated his tickling expertise as he masterfully danced the tip of the feather across and around every inch of Colton’s massive, swollen balls, occasionally sliding the tortuous length of the feather’s spine across Josh’s quivering, super sensitive skin stretched tight from excitement.
To keep things interesting, he would sometime slide the feather along the underneath side of Josh’s balls allowing the tip to graze Josh’s butt crack, immediately sending Josh’s voice an octave higher, accompanied by cries of “No!” And Josh would amp up to yelling out threats if Colton allowed the feather to penetrate any deeper into the crack. Colton knew how far to push the feather’s tip to torment Josh but not cross the line into true penetration.
I had to cease stroking my dick for fear of accidentally shooting my load from witnessing such a hot scene. And if I dared to look up at Josh’s tormentor and what an unbelievably hot body Colton possessed, those washboard abs with soft waves of hair cascading across them teasing my eyes (and dick) unmercifully, I came even closer to shooting my load.
Not content to just stand by once I realized that Colton wasn’t stopping his attack on Josh’s balls anytime soon, I took my feather and joined Colton in tickling and teasing Josh’s sensitive balls, both feathers now dancing torturously around his ticklish pubes. His laughter grew even louder and he managed to eke out the words, “Not….two…..feathers….unfair!” between his roars of laughter and the desperate thrashing of his bound body.
Finally, after what must have seemed like an hour to Josh, I signaled to Colton that we should give him a break. It took Josh a minute to two to catch his breath and speak. “Dude, what the FUCK got into you?!” he yelled, sounding a little pissed. I let out a big laugh.
“Sorry, man, but your reaction makes it pretty damned hard to resist!” I teased, smiling mischievously at Colton who really deserved the credit. Or blame, depending on who’s perspective you are looking. “Besides, I noticed you get a great ab workout when I tickle your balls. I know you don’t want to lose your definition here,” I teased, giving Josh’s rippling abs a crab claw stroking with my fingertips. He giggled as his sensitive abs spasmed reflexively.
Without speaking, Colton moved to the foot of the bed, clearly eager to get a shot at Josh’s super ticklish soles. I followed and positioned myself behind him ready to be his Cyrano once again. Colton reached his left hand out to Josh’s bound foot allowing his fingers to begin dancing up and down his tender, helpless sole.
Josh jumped and began squirming but tried hard to hold back the laughter. “C’mon, man, I know you want to laugh!” I cajoled. He shook his head violently in response but only lasted about ten or fifteen seconds before bursting out with deep-bellied laughter. “Ah, there it is!” I teased. “Music to my ears. Now let’s see the reaction when I tickle the other foot!”
Colton reached his right hand up to Josh’s foot suspended in traction. He once again showed his tickling chops, his fingers deftly dancing up and down Josh’s ultra-sensitive bare feet with just the right balance of pressure, light touches and nail grazing to send Josh into uncontrollable deep laughter. His feet writhed and toes wiggled madly, and he yanked his legs in desperate but futile attempts to free his poor tortured feet.
I was once again rock hard, my dick pressing against my underwear. I also found myself terribly distracted by my unique vantage point positioned behind Colton’s sinewy, lean body. His v-shaped torso showed off his broad shoulders and with his hand extended up to Josh’s foot suspended in mid-air, it left Colton’s lean rib cage and massive armpit exposed and vulnerable.
The temptation to take advantage of my position proved too tempting, so after Colton had tickled Josh for a few minutes I reached my hand up to Colton’s exposed side and very lightly began stroking and poking my fingers into his ribcage. Colton jumped and his muscular frame tensed but he didn’t stop tickling Josh nor did he withdraw his arm to block my access to his side. I kept up my tickling, just lightly enough to make him squirm but not so aggressive to cause him to stop tickling Josh.
Colton was clearly ticklish, but he managed to hold back any laughter, preserving the ruse for Josh. It was kind of wild to hear Josh roaring with laughter and pleading for mercy while I tickled Colton and had him squirming, and yet he had no choice but to remain silent. We formed a tickling train!
When it became clear I wasn’t stopping my tickle assault, Colton swung his head around, a pleading smile on his face. I flashed him a devilish smile and began slowly inching my dancing fingers up his side toward his pit. He mouthed a desperate but silent protest of “no!” as he watched my fingers approaching his massive, unprotected pit.
Somehow, he still managed to maintain his tickling of Josh’s feet, despite the distraction caused by my tickling attack. My wiggling fingers proved lethal in Colton’s exposed armpit, apparently a real weak spot for him. I only got to tickle his armpit a few seconds before he whirled around and grabbed my wrists to halt my opportunistic attack. A sheepish, intense grin consumed his red face, acknowledging that I’d succeeded in my attack.
Under normal circumstances, we both would’ve burst out with laughter, and I imagined he probably would’ve given me shit for taking advantage of his vulnerable position. But given the set up, we could only acknowledge with smiles. He added a shake of his finger and head, basically ordering me not to do that again. I just smiled.
I suppose he realized that if he wanted to launch a second tickling attack of Josh’s bare feet, he’d have to take the risk that I might launch a second attack of my own. Even so he turned his attention back toward Josh and began another unbearable assault on Josh’s sensitive soles, sending Josh into hysterics once again along with a plea of, “C’mon! Haven’t you had enough?!”
I laughed. “Dude, seriously, have you ever known me to get enough of tickling you?” I allowed Colton to dish out another five minutes or so of tickle torment. I loved how focused and relentless Colton was, not stopping, not getting bored, simply adjusting his finger placement and pressure periodically to keep Josh laughing, squirming and begging for mercy.
Eventually, my temptation to test Colton’s limits could not be denied. This time I went straight for his exposed armpit reaching my hand around from behind, and ever-so-lightly dancing my fingertips through the hair lining his pit.
The light touches worked, causing Colton to squirm and twist his body in a futile attempt to pull his pit out of reach of my tickling fingers. Yet the sensations weren’t unbearable to the point that he couldn’t keep up his tickling of Josh’s foot.
My swollen dick ached as I watched this muscular dude squirm and flex his muscles, clearly annoyed by my tickling but determined to not be defeated. I was impressed how long Colton endured my attack, alternating between flashing me with frustrated looks and cocking his head back in a desperate urge to burst out laughing but unable to do so.
In fact, I’m pretty sure he lasted far longer than I imagined I would have if the tables were turned, which only made my dick harder and me more excited to continue. The fact he wasn’t caving also ignited my competitive spirit, so I increased the pressure of my fingers until I was gently scraping my nails across the ultra-ticklish skin of his cavernous armpit. His body reacted as though he had been jolted with electricity, lasting mere seconds before whirling around to once again seize my wrists.
I wanted to laugh and give him shit so badly but all I could do was smile mischievously at having again bested him. He returned an expression of “eat shit!” along with a red face from having lost our battle of wills.
“I need a break!” Josh blurted out, exhausted from the intense, non-stop foot tickling Colton had inflicted.
“Fair enough, man,” I said, moving around the bed to grab the water bottle. I brought it to Josh’s lips to give him a chance to drink and catch his breath. “I’m sure your legs will feel that workout, buddy!” I taunted.
“Shit!” he blurted out, after a big gulp of water. “Among other things.” He grinned, nodding towards his dick standing at attention, clearly not upset by Colton’s tickle assault. Colton climbed up on the bed and straddled Josh’s waist, resting his butt just against Josh’s dick. Colton displayed the most mischievous grin as he surveyed his hunky captive’s torso sprawled out helplessly before him.
“Alright buddy, time for an ab and upper body work out,” I said, stepping just to the side of Colton to make sure my voice came from where Colton’s body was. That was the signal Colton needed to begin tickling Josh’s torso, starting with his abs. Once again, I admired Colton’s skills as he expertly placed his thumbs just above Josh’s hips and gently applied pressure while wrapping his finger around Josh’s sides and squeezed.
“Fuuuuck! Haaaaa!” Josh cried out, as Colton nailed Josh in a vulnerable spot that always gets a reaction when I tickle him there. Soon he was roaring with laughter and twisting as much as the restraints and the weight of Colton’s body allowed, Josh’s rippling torso looking especially hot. I also noticed that his dick was once again at full attention, and thanks to Colton’s position at his waist, rubbing against Colton’s back for additional stimulation.
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting from watching Colton and his rockin’ bod destroy poor Josh. He eventually inched his hands up Josh’s sides, producing a big reaction from Josh when Colton’s fingers reached his exposed rib cage. Colton deftly fiddled each rib individually and applied just the right amount of pressure to elicit peals of loud, deep laughter from Josh. My position also gave me a great view of Colton’s ripped body as he worked Josh’s rib cage, his own torso stretched out and ribs now vulnerable while he rode out Josh’s mad twisting back and forth in response to the tickle assault on his ribs.
I was tempted to launch another tickling attack on Colton’s own exposed rib cage but instead decided it was time to rock Josh’s world by revealing the fact there was a second person in the room. I moved to the head of the bed, smiled knowingly at Colton and lowered my fingers into Josh’s enormous armpits, tortuously dancing my fingertips through the hair lining his pits. His laughter increased in volume and he yanked even more wildly at the restraints holding his arms in place.
“Whoa, wait!” he cried out after just 30 seconds of our dual tickle attack, quickly figuring out that I wasn’t alone. “Who else is here?!” he demanded to know.
“Hmmm…why don’t you take a guess, Josh?” I teased.
Even though his eyes were covered, I could sense his desperation in being blindsided by discovering an unknown person is in the room. We backed off our tickling a bit, more teasing than attacking, to give him a minute to wrap his head around his situation and ponder who my partner in this tag team tickling could be.
“Cody?!” he finally blurted out.
“No, but that’s a good guess!” I answered with a laugh.
“Jesus, then I don’t know…Matt?”
“Nope. I’ll give you one more guess.”
“Ah, shit, man. I’m wracking my brain. Is it someone I know?”
“Yup.”
“Fuck, I don’t know…Carson? Jack? Evan?”
“That was actually three guesses, Dude!” I said with a laugh, grasping the edge of his blindfold and easing it up and off his head. It took him a second to focus his eyes and realize he was being straddled by none other than his own hired aide.
“Oh my God!” Josh blurted out. “It’s you!” We all laughed. “Jesus, Colton. I guess my suspicions of you getting off on tickling me while giving me a sponge bath weren’t wrong.”
“Man, was it that obvious?” Colton responded with a grin. Josh nodded and smiled.
“And Dude, may I just say your body is even more fucking hot than I fantasized!” he added with a laugh. We joined him in laughter.
“Alright, Colton, I think we’ve done enough talking. Let’s give Josh the most intense workout he’s had yet,” I said, winking at Colton. His face erupted in a big grin as he went in for the kill with an attack on Josh’s ribs while I resumed my exploration of his exposed and helpless armpits. Soon we had Josh roaring with laughter and begging for mercy. After a few minutes, I moved to the foot of the bed and began a tickle assault of Josh’s sensitive soles while Colton stretched up to reach Josh’s pits, where he launched a merciless tickle assault while teasing Josh a close-up view of his hot torso.
After a few minutes, Josh’s torso was glistening with sweat and his voice had grown hoarse, with little laughter able to come out. I stopped my tickling and moved to his side. “Alright, Colton, I think we should give him a rest.”
“Sorry, Jason, I just can’t get enough of tickling these massive pits!” he said, an evil grin on his face as he continued his tickle attack.
NOTE: This story is continued in "The Hopelessly Ticklish Patient: A Surprising Twist (2nd part)"
