by Curious Lee
I can’t believe the last two events that happened to me again.
I sat back and pondered what I had gone through recently. I decided to try a fantasy of mine in reality and the experience was overwhelming. For those who are just reading this for the first time, I had decided to put out an ad to be tickled tortured. To have my body tickle ravaged until submission and if I do submit, the tickler would get a prize! Nothing new right? But there is a twist. I am straight in my sexual orientation but I wanted to be under the tickle mercy of a gay man. To feel the ruthlessness of their tickling prowess. The rationale behind the fantasy is the humiliation aspect of it all. Being tickled by women is one thing, and believe me fellas, it is a great thing, but, to be tickle dominated by a gay man would be overwhelming and I would have a complete feeling of submissiveness. Of coursed as I mentioned in previous posts, I am not interested at all in actual full on sex with another man. I have zero interest in it. I mean, ZERO. I do not want to touch another man’s genitals. I do not want any oral stimulation of mine. I don’t want anything going into my own ass. No kissing either. That does not stimulate me at all. BUT, to be tickled by a gay man would be the ultimate form of submission in my mind. I want to push my limits.
Yeah yeah yeah, so what is the prize you ask? Well, there is some sexual contact. The prize is that the tickler would be able to edge, fondle, tickle and tease my cock and balls. They can even milk me dry. Talk about complete submission! That is the only “sexual” interaction I am game for. I understand that this is a fantasy among some gay men. To tickle dominate a poor hapless straight guy and even milking him. Well, I had two experiences with this fantasy. Both guys absolutely tickle dominated me. The first guy, wrestled me and made me cry “Uncle”. Talk about humiliation. He made me laugh and squirm and I felt so helpless. I am not a super screamer in laughter, but my body is very responsive. I am quite a squirmer! So he overpowered me and tickled me senseless. He then took his prize. My precious cum that used to reside in my balls. I will admit, getting edged and milked was an overpowering sensation and I came pretty hard. Then the guy took my underwear and socks as trophies! I remember going back home feeling defeated, yet exhilarated.
Then the second guy tormented me like crazy!! He had me down on a massage table and he tickled me all over my backside, including my ass! Not the hole mind you, but my ass cheeks, which are crazy ticklish! The difference in this massage table was there was a hole in the middle and my poor cock was in that hole. The key part that a milking may happen is, if I am tickled and I get hard, that means my cock is up for ticklish play. You know cocks have a mind of their own and mine definitely got excited as my body was tickle tortured. He cut my underwear open and my cock sprang free. Then he actually went under the table and feather tickled my cock and balls as I writhed in ticklish agony. Oh, did I mention how extremely ticklish I am on my genitals? Well, it is quite devastating to me. I am shivering as I remember how cruel the feather was and eventually, he milked me. The humiliating part was he made me shoot my load into a shot glass and he was going to fill it until my balls were empty. I actually filled a lot of it. He then took that glass and my cut underwear and socks as trophies. Why are they taking trophies???
(On a side note, just recalling these experiences, my cock is stiff. Dammit…Oh, I hope that didn’t tease you readers out there). Now I read another email of a gay couple that had a fantasy of double teaming a ticklish man and a straight man would be the ultimate fantasy. These experiences were almost like a drug. I was helpless to resist and I responded. I swear, my fantasy and my cock took control over my normal mind and when I clicked send, I waited for their response. The next day, they responded.
Their email was cordial and they understood that this was a pure tickling session and they were confident they would be able to milk me by tickling me into submission. They didn’t give too much detail on how they would tickle me, they simply said, “You’ll find out. Keep your cum level up..” I shuddered. They seemed really nice, but I knew I would be completely helpless to two men trying to tickle poor me. I looked down at my cock and told it to stay soft. That way I could avoid being milked into submission as well. I could have sworn my own cock laughed at me.
The day finally arrived after a few weeks of back and forth emails (I swear their words were rattling my tickle senses) and I showed up at the hotel they picked out. I went inside and made my way to the 10th floor where their room number is located. I noticed there was a lot of activity happening in the hallway, lots of men walking through them. I passed by a few rooms and I could have sworn I heard some hysterical laughter. I must be imagining things, this tickle meetup was getting me paranoid. I was dressed in simple clothes, a t-shirt, sweatpants and some tennis shoes with my athletic socks. I finally arrived at their room number and knocked. The door opened and there was one of the guys! He welcomed me in with a big smile and his jovial demeanor was inviting. I walked all the way in and he closed the door and locked it. It was as though as I was on my way to tickle Hell.
I saw his partner sitting on the couch and he shook my hand too. Both guys had very outgoing personalities and were actually pretty funny. This was great and I started to relax. They invited me to sit down between them. Um, I knew where this was headed. We chatted a little bit, went over the hard limits that I set aside each time and they said they want this to be a fun experience for all involved. One of them starts to talk about how much fun a milking toy was which made me shudder in fear, then I felt a poke on my side from behind me and I yelped quite loudly. I turn around and try to protect myself by trying to block the hands, but then I shriek as the other guy poked and squeezed my sides! Then now have me leaning back on the couch and four hands are poking, prodding and squeezing my ribcage, stomach and sides and my legs start kicking. I then slide off the couch and try to get away, but they quickly grab me and hoist me up, one holding my arms, the others holding my ankles. They carry me over to the bed and now they start to swing me.
“Let’s toss him on the bed and have some fun!” one of them said.
After a count of three, they then toss me onto the bed and I bounce violently as they tossed me pretty high! As I tried to orient myself, then both quickly jump on me and one is now sitting above my head and he pulled my arms above my head and held them there, while the other one now sat on my legs, right on my thighs. I looked up and see both of their grinning faces and I was doomed. I tried to pull free, but they got me trapped! Then I start to panic as the one on my legs started to pull up my shirt, exposing my belly and chest. His partner then grabbed the shirt then quickly took my shirt off, and went back to holding my arms.
“You sure look ticklish….” The one of the legs smiled.
“Where should we tickle him first? His armpits? His sides? His ribs? His stomach? Or his nipples?” the other grinned.
“hmmmm….let’s start with the pits!” the one on the legs declared. He then lowered his fingers towards my armpits.
I started to freak out as I saw him wiggling his fingers as they descended towards my armpits. I tried to twist and turn but the one on my arms held me still. I was laughing and panicking already as the fingers got closer and closer. I was already begging and they haven’t even started yet! Then the fingers made contact and I swear, that ticklish feeling was HORRENDOUS. He dug into my pits and I just started giggling like crazy and I tried to twist and turn, but I just couldn’t move. I even tried to arch my back but it was no use. I was trapped and doomed to suffer. I then felt the soft tickling of my armpits as the dude was lightly playing with my armpit hair and then he speed up the process and tickled the outside edges. My face was contorting in agony and all I could hear is them talking about how ticklish I am.
“Wow, he is a live one. He is always trying to thrash around!” the one tickling my pits laughed.
“Yeah he is. Oh I can’t wait to see what happens when we get to his feet. How ticklish do you think they are?” the other laughed.
“Probably pretty bad. I look forward to taking off his shoes and socks, then just tickling his feet forever. Should we suck his toes too?” the other asked.
“Of most definitely! Hey ticklish guy..can you imagine us sucking on your toes? I bet they taste so good! Our tongues will be all over those toes of yours and there is nothing you can do about it…” the guy teased.
My mind reacted in horror as it tried to comprehend my current position. I was laughing because my pits are being tickled, but I thought about my toes. My toes curled inside my shoes and my feet wiggled as I thought about their impeding doom. Then it happened. My cock started to stir. Dammit…and to make it worse, they noticed.
“hey! Look at his dick….” The one holding my arms said to his partner.
“Oh wow..he likes this! This is very good to know. Means someone’s cock will come out to play soon.” The other grinned as he patted the bulge.
I squirmed when I felt him patting my crotch. Why does this keep happening to me? Then I started to giggle as now my nipples were being tickled. I felt a very light touch on them, which made me squirm, but it was also making me harder. I then watched as he licked his finger and then started to stroke that wet finger on my left nipple, then the right nipple. Then he blew on them which sent a chill through my body. Then he plunged his fingers into my ribcage and now I wanted to thrash around. This feeling was so intense and I was getting desperate. Being held down by two men made me feel so helpless and I couldn’t even squirm. I just felt strong fingers poking, squeezing and stroking on my rib cage and all I could do was squeal. I was babbling like crazy and trying to focus on something other than this ticklish onslaught. But it was no use. This guy was good!
“Don’t forget his belly…..” the one holding my arms said.
“Oh yeah…” the other said. He then started stroking his fingers across my helpless belly.
My stomach quivered as I felt the soft strokes on my belly and I tried to turn my body around but I was truly trapped. The feeling of absolute helplessness started to overcome my senses and I was starting to fall into the state of pure weakness. I couldn’t stop the tickling as those fingers continued their onslaught on my poor belly. Then I shrieked like a girl when he squeezed my hipbones! My eyes bugged out as I saw him squeezing my hipbones. I didn’t know just how sensitive I was there, but now I know. It was HORRIBLE!! This caused me to buck my hips more and I saw his devilish grin. He would look at me, down back at my bulge in my sweats. It was like he was telling me my poor cock was going to suffer soon. Then he stopped. I used this time to suck in huge breaths of air, and I felt my face covered in sweat.
“awwww….poor baby! Looks like you have been suffering…” the leg guy said.
“I think we should let him rest a little. You know what I think we should do to help him relax?” the arm guys said with a wicked grin.
“Yeah..let’s give him a foot massage…” the leg guy said with a chuckle.
I felt them left me go and I started to whine that I couldn’t take anymore. Then I groaned as I felt the two of them at the foot of the bed, the one that tickled my belly now sat between my legs, and had a leg under each respective arm and the other guy faced the bottoms of my shoes and started to unlace them. I tried to squirm, but this dude is way too strong! I knew what was about to happen to me and I started to plead with them. “Come on fellas… I don’t need a foot massage. I am good…”
“Oh no no no! You DESERVE a nice, foot massage…hehehe” the guy laughed as now finished unlacing my sneakers.
I then started to have fear grip my body as I felt my shoes leave my feet one by one. I then heard my shoes hit the floor with a thud on the other side of the room, leaving me in my socked feet. I wiggled my feet around as if they could sense their impending doom. I started to panic once they peeled off my socks! Then I winced as I felt strong hands on my right foot and started to knead that foot. It actually felt good, but I knew what the ultimate plan was. I felt thumbs pressing into my soles, concentrating on the balls of the feet and I started to wiggle my feet. Then I felt my arches getting worked on, then the heels. I hoped they would just massage, but then I felt a single stroke down my right sole which made me flinch. Then I felt a stroke down my left sole and I flinched again. The guy holding my ankles tightened his grip then I heard him say…
“Let’s see how ticklish he is on the bottoms of his feet…”
I braced myself as I then felt fingers drumming up and down my soles and I started to squirm. I tried to pull my feet free, but that guy was STRONG! I had no choice but to feel fingers tickling my poor feet. I scrunched my toes which wrinkled my soles and then I opened my feet again as I felt a finger tickling along the wrinkles. Then I felt light touches on my soles. Dammit. They paid attention that light touches always drives me absolutely crazy (all you reading this can stop taking notes, in fact disregard this entire part) and now the finger was stroking on the outside edges of my feet. The finger went from the top of my big toe, down the rest of the toes, then on the outside edge of my foot, around the heel and now back up the side of my foot into the instep and then off the side of the ball of my foot and then back to my big toe. Then I felt the same path on my other foot and I tried to sit up so I can push on the back of one of them.
“He is too squirmy. Let’s keep him under control!” the guy holding my legs laughed.
I then felt him release my legs and before I could even think about trying to get away, my ankles were grabbed and I was forcefully flipped over onto my stomach. Then these guys decided to wrap me up in blankets! Before I could even realize my predicament, I was wrapped up like a burrito with only my head and my poor feet sticking out. What really sucked was since I was on my belly, my soles were upturned and completely vulnerable. This did not bode well at all!
“Now we can keep him under control. Damn he squirms way too much!” one of them said then he sat down on my calves, effectively pinning the tops of my feet to the bed.
I got real nervous as I knew the bottoms of my feet were completely exposed and helpless. Can you imagine two soles just facing up, and completely helpless to escape? No matter how much I was to squirm, I would not be able to get away. The soles would be yours to play with as much as you want and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I then panicked as I felt two hands holding down my ankles so I couldn’t even lift my feet.
“Here it comes!!! My finger is getting closer…….and closer…..and closer….to these ticklish feet….” One of them teased.
I started to beg them to not tickle me. I pleaded with them to leave my feet alone. Now, let’s be honest fellas, you wouldn’t tickle my feet if I pleaded with you right? Wouldn’t you be kind gentlemen and allow me to not suffer? Surely, there is some mercy within you and maybe you can just look at my feet instead of actually touching them. Imagining ticking my feet is MUCH better right? Well, I guess these guys are not nice like you because I then felt fingertips dribbling down my soles, from the tops of my heels, across the heels into the arches, then off the balls of the feet and then into the undersides of my precious toes. I tried to wriggle my feet as much as I could, but that one guy had them pinned down so effectively, I could barely move them. I just had to endure fingers stroking all over my soles, just up and down, up and down, up and down. I am begging, pleading for them to stop doing that, but I guess not only they have zero mercy in their heart, they are completely deaf. This is just not right!
“That right! Tickle those feet!! Hey, are his toes ticklish?” the one holding my ankles and legs said.
“Only one way to find out!” the tickler said.
I then squealed as I felt fingers tickling the pads of my toes, with that dreaded light touch. Then the fingers burrowed into the undersides of my toes, going into the crevices. I am flopping around as much as I could with my upperbody, but my feet were kept still. Then they did it. They found THE spot. They could tell because my body started writhing more intensely.
“Hey!! I think we found the spot!!! Keep it going! Let’s make him delirious!”
I can’t even begin to describe the agony I was in with them attacking that spot. I mean these guys knew how to draw out the worst sensations. How many times do I have to beg? They were ruthless in their torture and I started to lose track of time. Then, they stopped the tickling and I started to gasp for breath. Thank goodness this was all over. Then I flinched as I felt something wet going from the base of my toes, across the ball of the foot, into my arch and off my heel. I didn’t know what that was, but then I felt it again. It felt so warm and wet. Then the sensation happened again and again. I figured it out. He was licking my soles!!
“Hey, his feet taste pretty good! Mmmmmm” the licker said.
“Do they? Let me get a taste?” the other one said. I then felt him slide his own body down mine and soon his weight was on top of me. I then felt him licking my right sole and the other guy was licking my left sole.
Ok, this was pretty humiliating. I had two dudes licking each foot. Oh man. I could hear them slurping and their kisses on my feet. The sensation was driving me crazy. Two tongues slathering all over my feet. It didn’t help that their foot licking and worshipping my feet that it made my trapped cock even harder. I could feel my own meatstick pressing into my body, trapped by the mattress and blanket. Then I could have sworn I heard them kissing each other as they took licks of my feet. Were these guys making out as they licked my feet? I felt so humiliated. My feet were a cherished prize and these guys were truly excited by what they were doing to me. Then their tongues resumed on my feet and now they were slithering their tongues between my toes, making me grunt in ticklish agony.
“His feet are *slurp* fucking delicious…” one of them slurped.
“Mmmm hmmmm they are much better than we *slurp* thought. I could just eat them all night!” the other said then started to nibble on the ball of my foot.
I squealed as I felt those teeth scraping along the ball of my foot and then he put his teeth on my SPOT and I was really in trouble now. Oh, that feeling was so intense! I begged. I pleaded. I was hopelessly trapped and the other guy realized what was happening so he then took his teeth and nibbled on the spot on my other foot. Are they trying to kill me??? Minute after humiliating minute, they nibbled, licked, and slobbered all over my soles, then sucked my toes with much passion. One of them was putting all my toes in his mouth, while the other nibbled on my heel. I was DONE. Then the worshipping stopped and they allowed me to try and recover.
“I love this guy’s feet. I wish we could take them home and have them every single day!” one of them cheered.
“Yeah, but think about it. I bet his cock is about to explode any moment now. Just wait until we get to his ticklish balls….” The other said.
“But we can’t let him cum. Not just yet, but want to play with his cock?”
“Sure… let’s take a look…”
I groaned as I heard what they were up to next. They unwrapped me from by blanket prison and now they put me on my back. One of them grabbed the edges of my pants and with one quick motion, peeled my pants AND underwear off my legs and then threw them across the room. Now I was on my back, completely naked. My feet were still moist from their worshipping and of course, my poor helpless cock was exposed. I was rock hard and I heard them “oohing” and “aahing” as they looked over at my poor hard on.
“Look at that cock.. wow. Oh yeah, we are going to have so much fun with it. I bet it is REALLY ticklish!” one of them said.
“Oh yeah and see those balls? He already admitted they are insanely ticklish. We are going to make him scream!!” the other replied.
“But remember, we can’t make him cum yet. We have to save him for the grand show later. But let’s make him want to cum!!”
“Hey, just like they said in WWE, D’von!!!!!” one of them shouted then pushed the other.
“What??!!” the one said.
“GET THE FEATHERS!!!!” the first one laughed.
I couldn’t help but shudder in fear as these guys discussed my genitals and feathers. I started to move a little, then they just pounced on me. The guy who was on my legs that first time, was now holding my arms as my head was between his legs. My arms were trapped above my head between his arms. The other guy now sat on my legs, even though they were slightly apart. I could hear them talking about how much fun they were having me trapped and vulnerable. I could still hear them discussing the way of tickling a cock and especially the balls. They discussed where they should tickle. Should it be the base of my cock first, or the tip of my helmet? Should my balls be tickled, or slide the feather over my shaft? Hearing them talk about the ticklish cruelty planned for my cock made it twitch which they noticed.
“Look at him twitch. His cock LOVES this. I think he is really going to suffer….do it!” the guy holding my arms said.
I shrieked and started to wriggle as the feather’s tip started at the base of my cock and slowly slid up the underside of my shaft and headed towards the underside of my cockhead, right in the ridge where it leads to my slit. Oh man it tickled and it made my cock harder. I then felt my shaft being grabbed by that strong hand at the base of my cock and now the feather was circling around the shaft. It went from the underside, to the sides, to the top of my shaft, then back around. It was the edge of the feather doing the circling and it tickled. I mean it TICKLED! I was trying my best to squirm but he had a good grip on my cock and the feather continued its very cruel ticklish stroking. Then I felt the flat of the feather sliding up and down the underside of my shaft, making my cock strain, the helmet now mushrooming.
“Wow, look at that. His dick is ticklish…hehehehe keep going!” the arm holding guy said.
All I could do was whimper in ticklish agony as that feather continued to tickle and tease my poor cock. The strokes became softer then the tip of the feather slit across my slit and grazed the crown of the mushroom head. I groaned in agony as the head of my cock was sensitive. Let me tell you fellas, my cock head is CRAZY SENSITIVE! I mean it is ABSOLUTELY INSANELY sensitive. I kept grunting as the feather touched the crown of the head and they laughed at me. Of course they continued the feather stroking on that spot.
“Look at him go nuts! Wow, so sensitive! Imagine when we polish his apple….” The feather guy said.
No no no no!!! I do not want my apple polished. I am telling every last one of you, doing that will absolutely destroy me. The top of my crown can’t handle it. In fact, it would make my cock very soft if that happens. So what happens? The feather guy stopped feathering me, then placed his hand towards the top of the shaft, with just my cockhead exposed from his fist, then he….polished my apple. I felt that hand rubbing over it very quickly and I absolutely lost it. The feelings ripped through my very soul and I groaned as this polishing overwhelmed me. After a few minutes, he stopped and my cock was now completely flaccid. I was babbling incoherently as my poor cock was super sensitized.
“Wow, he really is sensitive there. Is his cock dead? Hahaha” the arm guy said.
“I don’t think so…let’s try this.” The polisher said.
I then felt the feather tickling around my balls and now I was shrieking. As you all know from my previous stories, my balls are CRAZY TICKLISH!! That feather dancing around my sac had me squirming and begging and it had the effect they wanted. My dick got hard again. They laughed at me as it continued to grow harder as they feather assaulted my balls and then feathered the shaft.
“Well now we know how his dick works and look there! He is oozing his pre-cum….hehehe”
The feathering stopped and now I felt the tip of the index finger slowly circling around my slit and I could feel my own liquid being smeared around the tip of the shaft. Then I shuddered as the feather resumed its path on the underside of my cock and then the top of it. I felt my precum being wiped away so the feather could tease in that ridge again. Soon, the feather stopped and the guy grabbed my cock and started to stroke my whole shaft. He wiped away the precum again and continued his stroking. The crevice of his fist between the thumb and index finger kept rubbing across the “lip” of my cockhead which made me swoon. They learned the ways to make me horny to cum. He kept playing with that “lip” and my mushroom only swelled. (I have no idea why I am telling you guys how to stroke me…) He avoided the top of the mushroom because he didn’t want me to go soft again. Then, he used his other hand to tickle my balls. Oh, this drove me CRAZY!!! I started writhing because the teasing was getting to me and of course, my ticklish balls were in agony right now.
“Wow! Look at him go! He really does have some ticklish balls. Hehehe” the arm guy said.
“Yeah, his pre-cum is dripping all over my fingers too. Hey, I got a nickname for him now. Let’s call him…..Drippy…” the cock teaser said.
Drippy? These guys are going to call me Drippy? I felt so humiliated at this moment. My arms are trapped, my cock is being teased and stroke and my balls are tickled, which is making me drip pre-cum, now I got a humiliating nickname. This is going well….
“I bet he really wants to cum. You want to cum Drippy? I know you do…” the cock teaser said as he continued to stroke my helpless cock.
I could only groan as he stroked me and he even stopped tickling my balls. So now I am in full lust and I am trying my best to resist. I don’t want these guys to make me shoot. I really feel helpless right now. My feet were twitching, my eyes are glazed over and I can feel those wonderful feelings in my groin as the stroking was putting me on edge.
“Hey, can you imagine when he does cum? Think about the fun we will have with his feet! I mean, we could tickle them without mercy, suck his toes too.” The arm holder said. “You hear that Drippy? When you cum, your feet will receive lots of love and attention…”
“Hey, his cock got harder when you said that. I think Drippy wants his feet tickled…hehehehe” the cock teaser said and he increased the pressure on the shaft.
I was starting to babble at this point. Hearing what they wanted to do to me was driving me crazy. My feet were doomed if I came. I knew I had to hold out, but with the guy stroking me, especially putting pressure on the underside of my shaft, close by the crown, I was going to blow my load. I was forced to cum before and I started having that same feeling. Then, as the juices started to boil in my balls, he let go of my cock! Just let completely go and now my cock was throbbing and waggling in the air. I started to grunt as my dick wanted that stimulation and now it wasn’t there.
“You’re not going to cum just yet….hehehe do you think it is time?” the cock teaser giggled.
“Yeah, it is time…” the arm guy said and then he released my arms. “I think he is primed and ready. Let’s get him over to the showroom, I think it is time for us to win the contest!”
Huh? What contest? What the hell were these guys talking about? I then felt them grab an arm each and pulled me up to my wobbly feet. The guy holding my arms, who is the larger of the two hoisted me up like a sack of potatoes and placed me over his shoulder. I heard them packing up some things and I felt like a sweater resting on this guy’s shoulder. I was still completely naked, my hard on poking into his arm and now we headed to the door! Are you serious???? I am about to go out the room like this? NAKED?????
“Ok Drippy, we are going down the hall into another room. I suggest you stay still so we can quickly get to the other room where the guys are waiting. Hehehe” the shoulder guy said.
I then squealed a little as I felt fingers tickling my exposed ass cheeks, then the bottoms of my feet, then I heard the door open and now we are out in the hallway!!! I felt totally embarrassed as I am naked, on the shoulder of some guy and heading down a hallway. What if someone sees me like this? Ok, they win the award for humiliating me the most out of these stories. The walk down the hallway seemed to take forever and I even heard a door open! Some guy looked out and saw these guys carrying their “package” and he gave them a thumbs up. We finally made it to a door and they knocked. I was praying that door would open soon as the longer it took, the better chance of being seen in this hallway. The door opened and they walked into the room and I heard some applause. What the hell???
“Hey, you guys brought him! Cool. Lay him down over there on the coffee table. Make sure his dick is facing up.” Some random guy said.
I felt myself coming off the shoulder and now I am on a table, facing the ceiling and I notice a crowd of guys surrounding me. I was trying to figure out what was happening and then I saw some sign hanging behind the crowd and it said…
“TICKLE TORTURE CONTEST”
Oh dear……
