Continued from SECTION TWO
An atmosphere of horniness floated in the kitchen much before the diner was finished. It was like a tenuous mist involving everyone, stirring their blood, racing the breath. Were these people crazy enough to sprinkle Viagra in the beverages or the food?, Cohen thought drooling at the incredible view of Lou stark naked.
Lorena and Marg grasped Randall in their clutches and disappeared by the corridor. Lou chewed the last fig staring at Cohen’s eyes; then he brought his mouth to the lad’s and before he noticed, their bodies were held in a torrid foreplay. Lou’s mouth tasted scrumptiously sweet just like the real fruit. Noises of people cavorting came from another part of the house. Cohen saw himself immersed in the prelude of an orgy. He’d been in orgies before, so he was somewhat disillusioned. The Lou he met in the social network promised him something he’d never tried before…
At some point of the foreplay, the lad got on the brink of something he couldn’t define. Everything around was vague, he wasn’t any longer in the kitchen smooching with Lou, but… floating near the ceiling?!!
Cohen opened his eyes with a startle. He looked around trying to understand what had happened and where he was. This place was a bedroom, but it wasn’t unknown to him. The boy felt his body stuck inside something. He raised his head and got wide-eyed: he was wrapped in black tape from his shoulders to his ankles!
-What the fuck?!!! -He could barely move since there were a complex net of ropes attached to the wrapping and fastened to the bed in a sort of spiderweb that kept his mummified body in place.
What had these people in store for him? Well, they looked like some of his kinkiest friends, but only bondage? He expected more. He could feel the nylon glued to his skin. They must have removed all his clothes, except his shoes and socks, sticking out of the wrap.
A hunk in his late twenties came in the bedroom.
-Lou…? –Cohen cried-. You did this to me?!!
-You came here for fun and you’ll sure have it.
Lou walked toward the end of the bed. Cohen’s feet were conveniently hanging over the edge of the mattress. Lou patted the black suede shoes with relish as he crouched down before them. Cohen raised his head to see what happened over there.
-No shit! You’re licking my damn shoes??!
The soles of his shoes were red in contrast with the black of the upper part. Their long and thin shape made them look skyscrapers. Big-footed boy, thought Lou with delight. The scent escaping from the edge supported how much time they had been worn. Lou kept licking the shoes for a couple of minutes before remove them.
-Hey, I'm talking to you! You deaf?!! Why did you take my shoes off?
Lou sniffed at the air with bliss.
-Gosh, are you enjoying my foot stink? Can’t believe it!
Cohen’s socks were white with the toes and heel in red the right one and black the left one. The right sock looked like it had been worn for weeks, the white was dark and smelled really foul; the fabric beneath the toes was threadbare and there was a big hole in the heel. The left sock was pretty new, though, you can tell it was a few days worn.
Lou savored the socks as if he were enjoying the tastiest ambrosia.
-I wouldn’t do that if I were you… -Cohen warned-. That’s not my sock. It belongs to a friend of mine with very nasty habits…
Cohen flexed his feet with discomfort; his mouth was twisted into a forced grin. Lou massaged the soles and toes through the socks and rubbed his fingers the length of his feet. It began as a subtle feeling that went increasing bit by bit. It didn't tickle at first, but it was enough to make him jiggle and curl his toes.
The massage kept escalating to the point that Cohen began to feel it nice, though he was still leery. Lou felt those restless toes worming within his mouth, taking every molecule of their flavor. Cohen was impressed: he’d been lying on a table, naked, covered in fruits and syrups while people ate from his body, but no one had “devoured” his feet before. He knew about foot fetish, but never imagined that he might become the target of one of them. Before long the socks got drenched with saliva and the foot sweat glued to Lou’s mouth.
-Hey! Your plan is just licking my feet the fuckin whole night?
-Take it easy, boy. This is barely the beginning of the fun…
Cohen saw Lou wagging a feather in the air.
-What’re you gonna do with that?
Lou scribbled the quill of the feather around the threadbare spot under the right toes. Cohen jolted as he was touched by an electric wire.
-Ahhhaha, c’mon, dude! Hey, don’t…! That tickles! Stop! Don’t do that!
The most Cohen shook, the deepest Lou jabbed the quill through the ragged sock and reached more areas of the foot. He gripped the big toes together and pulled both feet backward.
-When was the last time you washed this sock, bro? –asked Lou.
-Haha! Told you that’s not mine! Fuck hahahahaha! Just cut it out, man!
Lou pinched with his teeth the frayed area beneath the toes of the right sock and tore apart till uncover totally the five toes and the ball.
-Oh man, Garrick will hate you for that! He likes his filthy socks after all! Anyway thank you, that fuckin sock was making my toes itch…
Lou took the five toes in a single mouthful.
-Oh shit no… Oh… ooohoho… That’s nasty… Waohww…!
Cohen let himself be carried by the sensation of his toes getting massaged by the warm tongue. No one had done this before to him, but it wasn’t bad at all. He was suddenly roused by the calamus of the feather scratching his right heel through the hole in the sock. When he came to notice the sock had been completely tore off his foot. Lou ran his greedy tongue the length of the nude sole with fervor. Cohen’s heel resembled a ripe peach; Lou had the time of his life munching it, very amused with the giggles and grumbles coming from the head of the bed.
Lou continued raking the feather up and down the sole of the young guest's feet, tickling from the heel, up the arch, the ball of this foot and between the toes with devious skill. He slowly went faster and faster while Cohen was falling deeper and deeper into tickle hell. The boy scrunched his slobbered toes as hard as he could.
While Cohen recovered from the tickle assault on his right foot, Lou got some scissors to cut the top of the left sock.
-Hey, that was my fuckin sock! –Cohen yelled-. You’ll buy me new ones!
-So much fuss for a sock? –replied Lou getting these toes within his mouth as he did with the right ones.
While he gave Cohen’s toes a lavish tongue bath, he scratched his fingers by the upper sole, making the boy squirm and giggle silly.
-I love how teen boys’ feet taste –Lou whispered against Cohen’s soles.
-Hehe… First time I'm told that… Hahaha! Thanks?
-Now I'm curious. Have you ever been tickled? I mean, thoroughly? By an expert? –Lou nibbled the ball of the feet.
-Hahahahaa…! Absolutely… hehe-hehahaha… nope!
-And you like it? –Lou asked while he licked in between the boy’s toes.
-Hehehehe… ohhuhuhuh… kinda.
-Not sure?
-I-I hihihihihi can’t tell! Oh-hahahahaawww!...
-Think someone’s speaking for you… -Lou winked toward the noticeable bulge in the middle of the wrapping.
-Awwhohohohohoo I'm hard?!! –cried Cohen with his most foolish pitch.
-That’s why I love teens so much! You get aroused in no time!
Lou ripped the rest of the sock, getting both feet completely naked. Meanwhile he sniffed the toes, he put some plastic nails in his fingertips.
-Lets the fun start!
Saying this, Lou began to scratch the exposed soles of Cohen’s feet. The nails had sharp points, though they were precisely designed to not hurt the skin, but stir the most excruciating sensations from their touch. Cohen thrashed around as much as he could, above all when Lou focused the nails in the center of the arches. A wild laughter was heard in the surroundings of the house, but there was any soul around. As if he had taken a super stimulating drug, Cohen flew out of himself to a crazy land characterized by hysterical laughter, convulsive spasms among others uncontrollable reactions. This drug was called tickling and was scrupulously administered through the helpless soles of his feet which he never imagined could be that sensitive. Curiously this drug had some secondary effects: it was building up an orgasm, so in spite of the oddness and unbearable, it was turning out a real fun in the kinky sense Cohen was used to. Lou was in paradise: he's still at the beginning and already had this pretty boy losing his mind like any crazy teen.
Ten minutes later, Lou gave Cohen a break. The lad was a giggly mess, sweating buckets, panting and gurgling nonsense about this fun he’d never tried before. One part of himself was screaming to get out of this right away because it was sheer torture for him, but again his twisted side howled to stay and go ahead.
The boy got a little fright when he saw Lou going with the scissors toward his crotch. As soon as the black nylon around the bulge was cut the young manhood sprang out fully erected. Without wasting time, Lou crawled over the groin and started a blowjob. He even licked the raunchy balls and massaged them within his mouth; warm waves gushed from Cohen's groin. Lou stopped before the climax, letting the cock throb, bathed in saliva and precum.
Coming back to the end of the mattress, Lou took a second to admire the big treasures in front of his eyes. Yes, these slender 14’s matched with their owner’s lanky body. The soles were somewhat calloused on the heels, the balls and the big toes, like feet that had got quite a lot work lately. Nonetheless, the arches and the gaps between the toes were very tender, like young boys’ use to be.
The next Cohen felt was a string slipped between his big toes before tied them together. The boy lifted his head to see what was going on and met Lou's sneaky eyes. No words needed; Cohen breathed and accepted his fate. From the basket at the end of the mattress, Lou brought out a blindfold. Now in total darkness about what was going to happen, Cohen got even more vulnerable. He never felt so much fear, and at the same time this fear fed his drive. Following this, Lou brought a bottle with body oil, poured it over the bare feet. A sensual massage made Cohen recall his visit to that spa with his mom last year, but tonight he foresaw another purpose for this fine oil.
A metal pinwheel was taken from the basket. Once the pinwheel was dragged by the oiled sole, Cohen startled and howled with giggles that turned into moans.
After that Lou tried a comb, then a fork and again his teeth which slid wonderfully over the oiled skin. Cohen’s reactions went from goofy chuckles to belly laughter, moans, screeches and loud squeals, all them in different scales and tones like a musical instrument during a chaotic rehearsal.
Lou stopped the feet fun to bring a curious device consisting in a sort of vacuum flask connected to a thin hose. Two cylinders appeared, the first was long and covered with silicone rubber for a tight seal, and was inserted in the lad’s cock, leaving the head exposed.
-What’s that??!! -cried Cohen trying to guess what was that thing.
-Our milker-stroker lady –answered Lou as he inserted a slim hose through the cock-slit and guided it by the urethra.
-Oh gosh! Oh gosh! -Cohen pleaded. Lou grinned.
The second cylinder was smaller and placed around the cock-head through the hose; it had rubber pads in its inner side that were accurately designed for the glans shape. These rubber pads were coupled with a petite mechanism that make them do their magic on the sensitive spot while eventually helped the jizz toward the short hose straight to the vacuum flask. Cohen felt the stroking-sucking job of the machine as soon as Lou started it. Cunning Lou set the dial control in “slow” to keep the boy in arousal, going through a variety of sensations, but unable to reach orgasm unless he received a stronger stimulus.
Lou let the orgasm build up without hurry as he watch mesmerized how his guest wiggled inside the wrapping in total abandon. Cohen was starting to get used to this device working on his shaft. The fear on his blindfolded face turned into a satyr grin; after all, this machine delivered unique sensations, its pumping sounds got him more aroused as he get closer and closer… oh so slowly… His hard cock deep in the penis cylinder was feeling like in a real human hole, being convincingly pumped in its inner silicon sleeve.
Meanwhile Lou was putting on some gloves covered with plastic little spikes in the palms and in every of the ten fingers and again placed those sharp nails on the fingertips.
-Now you will fly beyond your senses…!
Saying this, Lou began to slide the palms of his gloves all over the oiled soles of Cohen’s feet. Being firmly wrapped within the nylon tape, the boy could only shudder and spew his lungs out with raucous laughter. He tried to curl his toes, but the toe-strings kept his soles taut and inexorably smooth, ready for this tickle torture dished on them. In the meantime the milker-stroker mechanically sucked and jerked him without respite… Maybe Cohen would love now having someone or “something” working his ass too, but who in his right mind would ask another incentive, being under this storm of sensations?
Minutes later, a first gush of cum travelled by the hose toward the vacuum flask. The body tends to get more sensitive after the orgasm, and Cohen’s wasn’t an exception. Lou devoted to saw his fingers in between the boy's toes, letting the tiny spikes scratch the tips and tender gaps of his trapped digits. This sent Cohen into a new level of madness, his booming laughter travelled a wide register of hysterical squeaks, both the mummy wrap and the mattress trembled like an earthquake. Lou changed to his fake nails to skate them the length of the soles up and down in an incessant running from heels to the balls. The torturer slowed down and increased the speed by turns to help his victim recover before push him again to the bottom of tickle hell. The oil provided an unbelievable smoothness to the scratching. Cohen was horny as never before. Unstoppable waves of energy came from his guts again and again; animal power exploding in his crotch in the form of a spread arousal! He shot another load. His body shivered with each forced orgasm and he shook in disbelief – how the fuck could he could produce so much cum? Was the feet tickling? The incredible suction of the machine? The combination?
Cohen wakes up with a startle. He’s very tired and sore, especially his manhood, though manages to sit up and look around with some difficult because of the sunshine. He notices he’s stark naked in the middle of the countryside, his clothes are scattered around, but this doesn’t surprise him a lot actually. Splashed with mud and rainwater isn’t odd after a wet night.
-Wow, I remember having a big time, but… why the hell I'm here?
The sound of a car coming closer makes him gather his clothes and hide behind a nearby bush. The car is driven by a man, there is a woman in the copilot seat and three noisy children in the back. Cohen is sure he has seen them before. The man looks outside for a second before telling off the kids. Cohen pulls down his t-shirt, put on his pants and shoes; his briefs and socks weren’t there, but usually this happens after a revelry.
As he walks toward his convertible, the boy checks his phone, staring at the screen with perplexity:
-Today is Tuesday?
The car starts properly, Cohen smiles with relief: it’s not funny at all to get stranded in the middle of nowhere. A huge wooden house at about 100 meters from him attracts his attention. He hadn’t seen it from the spot where he woke up.
-Hey… I've been there!
A blue convertible went through the countryside road. It’s already night and moving through a never explored area, Cohen followed the GPS on his phone where he early set an address. A roguish smile and cocky attitude screamed that he’s driving after fun.
-This guy Lou seem nice. I liked him from the beginning. I just hope he’ll be worth so much road traveled…
This were his first holidays since he’d started as assistant of a dry wall contractor a year ago. The boy got this job thanks to a childhood friend whose family owned a construction business. In this post Cohen would learn to install sheetrock, textures walls, ceilings, and was really doing it good, so a free week was highly received. As soon as he ended his work day on Friday evening, he rushed to his flat, showered, picked up his bag with a few stuffs and left. His first stop was in a mate’s all-night party. He woke up on Saturday noon amid a pile of bombed youths. Still smashed, the cheerful crowd invaded the home of another pal, made a slap-up meal to celebrate his birthday, loud music, tons of alcohol, drugs, riotous people wanting unlimited fun. Monday morning Cohen was checking his social networks and came across an invitation made by a guy met a week ago in Fetlife, named Lou. His buddies were super cool, but Cohen had a private streak that he only shared with people like you can find in these places. He hadn't slept for two days and was too whacked to drive, so he stayed sleeping it off prior going after that he supposed it’d be another wild party. Cohen loves surprises and this Lou promised a fun involving the sensitivity of the body, but didn’t specify how it would be used. Considering that his own body was extremely sensitive, Cohen was already hallucinating with something beyond his wildest fantasies. About 4 pm he came to and went to his convertible with the mysterious address in his GPS.
Intermittent rain forced him to unfold the collapsible roof and start the windshield wipers, but nothing would ruin his adventurer mood. In truth, Cohen was the most positive boy in the world; he could be disturbed by almost nothing, with the only exception of not getting his fun.
As he gone deep into the countryside, the road was getting more and more deserted.
-Hell, anyone live in this end of the world? –he said with a perplexed look-. The map is ok. Or I hope so… Damn it! Did I take the address wrong?
Fortunately, the rain eased off, allowing a better visibility. The GPS marked a point at the left and about 300 meters ahead.
- At last arrived! Or so I think...
His eyes made out an old house. There were pools of rainwater in the path toward the house. Cohen got out of his car and reached the porch on foot.
-Hope this guy didn't stand me up. And that he’s not a psycho…
He sent a message to his new friend telling he was outside the house. Seconds later he received an answer asking him to apologize, that they had to leave but are coming back soon, that he could come in the house, get comfortable, there is food and he can dispose of the house as his own because they rented it for a whole week.
Without thinking twice, Cohen got in as if he owned the place. The last miles travelled under the rain made him feel that he’d already went through it before. That feeling increased the moment he saw this house and switched on the lamp of the living room.
-That’s weird! Swear I've been here sometime! But… when?
The out-of-date furniture seemed to say hello again: the carpet, the sofa, the armchairs, the coffee table, the shelf and the clock saying ten past nine.
Cohen walked through the hall. A mouth-watering smell of food drew him to the kitchen. He found a table full of a various dishes.
-What a banquet!
There were truffles, oysters and others shellfish spiced with pepper, meat with asparagus and green bean, chocolate and bowls with exotic drinks. Decided to get the best from this experience, the guest assured himself to get a generous taste of every food.
Once he was satiated and seeing his friend hadn't shown up, Cohen entertained himself browsing around the house. First he found a room with a bed, a chair, a wardrobe and a dressing table. The next door opened to a bathroom with a tub. He took the opportunity to have a leak. While he relieved his bladder, his eyes went to the tub; he’d loved to lie there for hours, above all because his last shower was two days ago and had been running from one party to the other. He was sticky and this tub was so inviting…
Within minutes, Cohen was lying in the tub filled with warm water. The lad rested both hands behind his head and stretched his legs out of the tub, the calves perched in the verge and his feet dangling. His face showed pure bliss. Soon he drifted into dreamland…
Still with his eyes closed, Cohen realized that he was lying on his stomach over a vinyl surface. This evoked the furniture in his grandma’s home when he was a kid, but this one didn’t feel like a couch or a chair. Besides his arms were stretched frontward and his legs spread out, allowing the air caress his ass… He wasn’t in the warm tub anymore?! The youth opened his eyes and looked around in total perplexity. Two guys and two girls stared at him and they all were naked.
-What the fuck??! Lou? –He managed to recognize his Fetlife friend in the younger guy-. What the hell…? Hey! What’s going on?
He quickly noticed that his forearms were trapped inside a sort of leather sleeves, a complex system of buckles held them in place. His calves were as well locked within similar sleeves, stretched backward. The place where he was lying on was a Y-shape rack upholstered in vinyl, his legs spread apart allowed total access to his ass.
-Is this a joke?!! –he cried-. What are you gonna do to me??!
-Easy, boy –Lou approached Cohen’s face-. We aren’t gonna hurt you. You came here of your own free will, don’t you?
-Yeah, but I'm not sure about what do you want getting me in this…
-Don't worry –said a woman- you came here for fun, right? I promise you’ll have the time of your life…
-Tied up to this thing could be very tempting, Marg, but…
-Did you tell’im my name? –the woman asked Lou. Lou shook his head in disbelief-. How did you know my name?
-Em… don’t ask.
-What?!
-I-I'm confused! I swear came here before, but-but I can’t say when… or… maybe in other life… Don’t you believe in previous lives? No? Oh shit!
The four looked at each other and smiled mischievously. Lou climbed on the rack, just over Cohen’s torso and whispered on his ear.
-Let me give you something so you can see our good will…
Saying this, Lou let his hard cock travel around Cohen’s butt. He skillfully went down the length of Cohen’s back, kissing and sliding the tip of his tongue by the spine till reach the ravine of his ass. Cohen started feeling nice currents and goosebumps. Then Lou grabbed both cheeks and pulled them apart forcing the hole very stretched and devoted to lick it hungrily, often digging his meaty tongue deep as much as he could. In spite of his unease, Cohen began to relax: he couldn’t help, but having his ass licked had the power to carry him beyond himself. Even better if it’s penetrated by a cock, which Lou did before long. Lou place one hand on the lad’s neck and with the other grasped him by his hair. This stud Lou owned a massive dick that lavishly lubricated was jammed through the hole with cadenced, unstoppable thrusts. Cohen had been fucked many times before, but this Lou was a satyr!
As if this wasn’t enough, Cohen felt his own cock getting worked under the rack. Obviously, it had a hole at the level of the crotch through which his dick hung and there was someone ―a really dexterous someone!― stroking and sucking him! Submerged in ecstasy, he noticed that the girls were there enjoying the show, but Randall was out of sight, so the masturbator must be the mature guy and… oh man… he was doing it deadly well! Fucked and blowjobbed at the same time was too much for him. The boy came within seconds; since his cock was deep in throat, all his spunk was shot right in Randall’s stomach.
Both Lou and Randall withdrew from their places. Panting and moaning, Cohen enjoyed the after-orgasm for a couple of minutes; a trail of cum dribbled out of his tender hole. A nanocamera in his innards would show his veined rectum obscenely drenched in white goo, still quivering with animal pleasure.
-They say the body gets dozens of times more sensible after you cum –told Randall.
-Yeah… I guess so… -said Cohen not getting Randall’s point.
-Let’s have a massage!
Lou poured a fine scented oil all over Cohen’s body and did as he had told, a massage, from his neck to the knees and even the boy’s feet. The hunk’s fingers glided gently all along the young skin, making it smoothest, tender, oh so scrumptiously glossy under the warm light…
Out of the blue, the attack was unleashed. Bound as he effectively was, Cohen could do nothing to stop them: forty fingers began to tickle his slick body without respite. The room filled with a hilarious mood. It’s ridiculous!, he though previous to lose the ability of putting together a coherent idea. These people made him travel over here to tickle him? This is crazy! If the intention was going him mad, they really were getting it! Cohen never imagined that his body was that sensitive. His last memories of being a tickle victim were from his childhood and no more than a few minutes. Hell, those fingers were skilled enough to trigger sensations that got more excruciating each second till the point it was impossible for his nerves to take. His giggles turned into fresh gusts of youth laughter, uncontrollable, unrestrained.
Cohen writhed with all his might against the leather sleeves like a fish out of the water, but his fruitless exertions and pleas to stop only fueled the torturers’ craving to keep him in hysterics forever. To the fingers were added vibrators, violet wands, pinwheels, forks, combs and those very useful spiky gloves! The combination between the exquisite oil with the post orgasm sensitivity got the nerve-endings of the boy’s skin highly reactive when those fingers and tools rubbed all over the flesh in that oh so vicious way.
One hour and a half after the beginning, the residents moved away. Cohen was guffawing and babbling some time after they left him alone. He looked so beautiful out of breath and reduced as he was right now to a glistening mess. Big pearls and rivers of sweat dribbled down his shiny flesh. A quick look at the floor underneath the rack let see a small pool of whitish goo, proof of he had orgasmed against all odds. Lou got his cheery face to Cohen’s while the others undid the leather sleeves to let him free.
-Now you wanna leave… or stay?
Lou brushed with his fingers the sweat-soaked hair of the lad. His dark eyes and killing smile showed again this come hither expression that gripped Cohen’s heart since the first time he saw the hunk in Fetlife and decided he would do anything this guy ask him to do. Yeah, yeah, yeah, tickling torture was really too much, though it wasn’t too bad on balance. It was endurable… well, provided he didn’t die in the attempt. And he had undergone worst things before, truth be told. Cohen was in the fetish world since he was 12, by the hand of a 15 years old neighbor and his 18 years old mates, so he had had lots of training, in particular meeting new and more expert teachers, which explain his incredible stamina. A smile in his pretty face confessed his willingness to stay.
He sat up in the rack; the four residents were around him, everyone naked, happy, full of life and excitement. They chatted as if he knew them for years. Cohen admitted that this was his very first time in the ticklee role. He knew about tickling fetish, but he’d never had the chance to taste it, though he believed it might be fun seeing that people was laughing most of the time and lost control of themselves which he most loves because he’s very fond of exploring his own limits.
He agreed to a second round, this time face up in the same vinyl-upholstered rack. He knew that this time he probably would spill his guts out literally with laughter, but who cares! As long as he had Lou inside him again. They hadn’t finished of restraining him and he was already sporting a rampant erection, and no one hadn’t even touched his genitals yet!
He felt the scented oil being slowly dribbled whilst the four residents devoted to increase his sensitivity by massaging every exposed inch of his body, neck, chest, armpits, arms, stomach, groin, cock and balls, inner thighs, knees, ankles, insteps, soles and toes. Cohen felt himself in the torture chamber of the Marquis of Sade; all his flesh tensed with breathtaking anticipation. To get things more interesting or worst, they blindfolded his eyes. Then it starts. First gentle wriggles in the slick holes of his armpits and scribbles up and down his lubed soles. He wasn’t able to say which spot was more ticklish. Strokes from his elbows following the underarms toward the flanks to end in the belly: that was killing! At the same time someone scratching along the arches, digging the nails beneath the toes driving the poor boy and making him beg like nobody before. Not only that, another set of fingers explored his abdomen as another one dealt with his nipples, digging their nails in circles and squeezing the knob as he howled with laughter and begged to stop.
Cohen got immersed in a psychedelic world like in his wildest parties. It was beyond description as Lou promised. Even though he was enjoying like mad! As if one half of himself replied with the same shattering, devious vibes to this torture inflicted on his body in the inscrutable path of pleasure.
To help him recover somehow in the course of the torture, the tickling subsided a bit to give way a mouth that engulfed his cock and gave him a blowjob, like in a concert when most of the instruments slow down to allow a solo from a particular one. Cohen shuddered not knowing his body how to react. He wasn’t in control of himself anymore. Just like he learned in previous encounters with others fetishists, the body has its own ways to behave during the process. Having his balls drained out, his cock barely oozed a drop, even though the orgasm was guaranteed.
Then it came the turn of the tools: different kind of brushes for his armpits and soles, vibrators for his nipples and bellybutton; a magic wand for his cock and balls; toothbrushes for his toes and the back of his knees; forks, calamus and pinwheels for his heels and arches.
His body proved to be ultra ticklish under the storm of these tools. Hell, they were pure evil! Nonetheless the masochist soul knows how to get the better from every experience.
The residents just couldn't stop; they just kept tickling Cohen as if no were tomorrow. Cohen was smashed enough that he got completely incoherent as a consequence of the extreme sensory overload. The residents knew it’s time to stop their brutal games once and for all. Cohen’s strength had been tested beyond its limits and nothing more could be done for fun. A smile in his drenched, contorted face showed he was still alive…
Cohen wakes up with a startle, but he quickly recovers and manages to sit up. He feels dizzy, exhausted, aching and isn’t surprised at all for his nakedness. He looked back, the roof and second floor of the house confirmed his intuition. “Isn’t better to wake inside?”
The convertible is still parked near the road. He goes there, gets in and starts. In that moment, a car approaches and stops behind him. A man gets out toward the convertible.
-Are you ok? –asked the stranger.
-Sure… Wait, don’t come closer. I'm not… dressed –said Cohen.
-Ok, you… you were in mad house, don’t you? –asked the man with indulgence.
-Why do you always ask me the same question?
-Excuse me?
-Everything’s ok, Kal? –A woman in the copilot seat and three children in the back gawked at him as if he’d fallen from another world.
-You have been there, right? –replied Cohen.
-Well, boy, at your age one usually does some crazy things. You just take care, ok?
-Ok, thanks.
The man went back to his car and left. Cohen drove toward the porch of the house.
