CHAPTER 7: TICKLISH TABLES TURNED
Mitch went to work first cleaning up the bondage bed.
He replaced the sheets, wet from Ryan's sweat, and cleaned up the restraints. "have you been tied up and tickled before, Jace?" he asked as he worked. "Yeah, man, I have," I responded. "But only a couple of times. And never by two guys. And NEVER by someone as skilled and evil as you." We both laughed. "Well, then, this should be an interesting and mind-blowing experience for you," he added, once again flashing a devilish grin. 'I've never had the privilege of seeing Ryan torment another guy, so I'm quite curious to see how good his tickling chops are." The pit in my stomach grew tighter. "Alright, I think we're ready for you, Buddy!" he continued. Get those boxers off and let's get you tied up and ready for Ryan's revenge."
I nervously stripped my boxers off and laid down on the bed. I was glad he had the temperature in the room warm. Mitch went to work restraining my first arm, then pulled my body over and secured my other arm making sure my arms were stretched tightly to the corners and there was zero play for me to pull my arms down and block access to my hopelessly ticklish pits. He went to work restraining my ankles, first one and then pulling my body over and securing the second so my legs were stretched tight to the corners and I couldn't pull my legs in and block my exposed crotch at all. I felt my dick rising from the excitement of being so frighteningly vulnerable and helpless for what was about to happen. "Good and tight?" he asked, reaching down and tickling my restrained foot.
He caught me off guard but I was still able to hold back any reaction, nevertheless instinctively yanking on my leg to try to pull my foot away confirming I had zero ability to avoid having my feet tickled. I'd decided I would not give these fuckers the satisfaction of hearing me laugh until they managed to break me, determined to hold out as long as possible.ÊÊ "Good," he said, answering his own questions followed by a satisfied smile. Ryan entered the room, freshly showered and wearing only his boxer briefs. "Well, well, well...what do we have here?" he said with a certain amount of glee lacing his deep, baritone voice. He positioned his body at the head of the bed, staring down at me with those sexy blue eyes. "Ready for your payback?" he asked without expecting an answer, punctuating his question by tickling both of my exposed pits. Once again, I yanked on the restraints and writhed from the tickling but managed not to give him the satisfaction of laughing. "Hmmm, a tough guy I see. Well, we'll see how tough you really are after a couple of hours of non-stop tickle torture and edging." he said with a sinister laugh. I felt my dick harden in response to his taunting. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled a leather blindfold out, returning to his position at the head of the bed and starting to fasten the blindfold over my eyes. "Wait!" I protested. "Please don't blindfold me. You are hands down the hottest two guys I've ever been tickled by and I want to see your bodies and facial expressions as you torture me." He paused placing it over my eyes. "Hmmm, I think you misunderstand what it means to be a prisoner, Jace," he said with a chuckle. "We're not taking requests from you." Mitch joined him in sarcastic laughter. "But don't worry, we've got a couple of hours. I'll be removing this after a while so you can watch in horror what we do to you. But for now, I want to see how you handle surprise tickling." He proceeded to place the soft padding over my eyes, lifting my head to wrap the leather straps around and fasten them tight. Unlike a blindfold I previously experienced that was so flimsy I could see out the sides, this was a serious blindfold, effectively sealing around my eyes and preventing me from seeing anything. I was now plunged into darkness, with only the senses of hearing and touch left to process what was happening. I waited in silence, hearing only the two of them move around me presumably to grab tickling tools and get into position.
It felt like minutes passed without anything happening. I could feel my body almost itching, anticipating some form of tickle attack as I waited for the inevitable. Finally, I began to feel very light tickling sensations on my left sole. Within seconds I was able to deduce one of them was using one of the white, stiff-barbed feathers I used to tickle Ryan, stroking it slowly up and down my sensitive sole. It tickled but not unbearably so, my only reaction being my sole flexing reflexively to the tickling sensations. Then it stopped. After what had to be a minute but felt longer, I felt a light tickling sensation on my left nipple. Another feather was being used to slowly, methodically tickle my nipple, which immediately caused it to perk up and harden. And predictably, with my nips hard-wired to my dick, it jumped and started filling to full attention. After about 30 seconds it stopped. And more waiting. And so it went, random feather tickling all over my body, including abs, sides, pits, feet, thighs and even my dick. When the feather started stroking my cock, I really got aroused in addition to squirming.
At one point, the feather started tickling my balls, which might be the most sensitive spot on my body. I really started squirming and had to work hard to hold back the laughter. I noticed the wait between feather attacks kept getting shorter and shorter, making me jumpier and jumpier. And then when it reached a point I thought I would lose it and laugh, it stopped. And I waited. Nervous, knowing that a tickle attack was imminent. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the unmistakable sensation of a finger nail scraping slowly up my left sole, from the heel to the toes. I steeled myself realizing feathers were giving way to fingers, which would make it harder to hold back my laughter. After a few seconds I felt a fingernail graze across my sensitive skin starting just above my rib, through their hair lining my armpit and all the way up to my elbow. I could feel goose bumps popping up from the sensations. Still I was resolute in holding out laughter as long as possible. The two of them would wait a few seconds and then strike in a different place, including feet, pits, sides, abs, thighs and even a little finger tickling of my balls. That one really made me jump given how sensitive that spot is and unexpected to be tickled there. Liked the feathers, the waiting between attacks kept getting shorter and shorter, making it harder to not react. I was jumpy as hell since I had no idea where they'd tickle next and they intentionally made it feel so random and thus unexpected. As they increased the frequency of tickling, they also switched up the technique, not sometimes squeezing and poking, which really amped up things. These guys must have been expert at watching for any response or reaction from me, and very good at noticing even the slightest tell, such as a wince or tightening of my muscles, because after a couple of minutes they started to narrow their focus to my most sensitive spots. Clearly I reacted most when my pits or feet were tickled, and also when they wrapped their hands around my waist and squeezed and poked in that area above the hips and below my ribs. Eventually one settled in at the top and one at the bottom and they were no longer giving me breaks between tickles. Once I had four sets of fingers dancing up and down my soles and in my pits, I became frantic yanking on the ropes and growling but still trying desperately to not laugh. Alas, it only took them about 30 seconds of dual-action tickling for me to cave, bursting out with loud, deep laughter. And worse, it felt like as soon as I allowed myself to laugh, I instantly became twice as ticklish.
Within seconds I was roaring with laughter, yelling at them, yanking wildly at my restraints, desperate to try to escape the unbearable torture. They were so proud of their ability to break me, they reveled in their success and tickled me non-stop on my feet, pits and sides for what seemed like an hour but was probably about two minutes in reality. "That didn't take long," Mitch quipped as they finally stopped to let me catch my breath. I actually was pretty proud of how long I managed to hold out, given how hopelessly ticklish I am and how skilled these tickle studs are. They gave me a sip of water and then the room went quiet again. I was still blindfolded and unable to anticipate what came next. I felt something cold being applied to one of my feet. Oil. It was rubbed into my sole completely and then the same thing to my other sole. Then nothing. I knew from experience that my feet tend to be more ticklish once oiled, especially if something sharp is applied such as the quill end of a feather or brushes. I tried to steel myself once again to not react when they finally did make their move.
Finally I felt a fingernail scrape up my sole, gliding effortlessly across my ticklish skin thanks to the lubricating oil. Then a nail scraped up my other sole. The scraping of the nails repeated but the wait between them intensified, alternating between soles. I still managed to not laugh but my foot jumped reflexively with each surprise stroke. As it sped up, I realized that both guys were at my soles, each one concentrating on a different foot and the attacks becoming more aggressive until they were simultaneously and aggressively tickling both soles. Once again I lasted just 30 seconds before the sensations became unbearable and I burst out with loud, deep laughter and began thrashing even harder to try to break fee. They stopped after a couple of minutes of intense foot tickle torture, and once again I waited. Then I heard the unmistakable whirring sound of an electric toothbrush starting. Then a second one. Without warning I felt the spinning bristles brush against my sole. The stiff bristles spinning at 200 RPM on my sensitive sole was unbearable, especially since they were aided by the coating of oil on my soles. I was thrashing but not laughing. Until I heard a second one turn on and it was applied to my other sole. I completely lost it, crying out for them to stop followed by peals of loud laughter. After a minute or two tormenting my soles, the brushes began a trek up my leg. The sensations were worst on the backs of my knees and my inner thighs. But when one touched my crazy ticklish balls, I really lost it crying out and begging them to stop. It was the most unbearable tickling sensation I'd ever felt and no amount of thrashing and yanking on my ropes would free my balls from the torment of those spinning bristles. Worse, the other started using them on my hard cock, sliding it up my shaft. I'd been oozing precum so the one with the toothbrush on my shaft rubbed the sensitive head of my cock with my precum, grabbed my shaft with one hand and then applied the spinning bristles to the lubricated head of my cock. I cried out, literally screaming at the top of my lungs intermixed with laughter.
I'd never felt anything as unbearable as two brushes, one on my balls and one on my cock, at the same time. And of course, I was also getting even harder and more turned on at the same time. I was begging them to stop but my pleas fell on deaf ears. The brush on the head of my cock was finally turned over so the smooth side was working my dickhead, just like I'd done to Ryan. I hated that my own techniques were being used on me! And it didn't provide relief. It simply eliminated the slightly painful part of the brushes working my head and now it was 100% tickling sensations shooting through my manhood and riveting my body. After several minutes of working my cock and balls, they used the spinning brushes to torment my abs (including the belly button), sides, pits and nips. The nips were were the worst and still it didn't stop the connection between my dick and nips to go into hyper drive getting me even more turned on while I squirmed, laughed and cried out when it got really bad.
After several minutes, they finally gave me a break from the tickling, lubing up my cock and starting to work it up and down. They brought me right to the edge but then stopped stroking, instead pressing down around the base to my my dick push up higher and began palming the super sensitized head of my cock with a lubed hand. The sensations were unbearable and I screamed for mercy but whichever mother fucker was doing it gave me none, working my sensitive head mercilessly between palming, rubbing and stroking my slit which tickled like a mother. They tormented my cock and balls for what seemed like 20 minutes, alternating between stroking me and bringing me just to the point of shooting and torturing my sensitive cockhead when I'd get too close to shooting. Back and forth, back and forth until I was drenched in sweat and spent from all of the yanking and arching of my back trying to avoid the torment they were dishing out.
After a one-minute break to catch my breath, the blindfold was quickly removed from my eyes. At first, my eyes were blinded with the sudden rush of light and it took me a few seconds to adjust my vision. Ryan, in all his hotness, was standing over me. He gave me a few sips of water. "Happy to have your eyesight and the view back?" he teased. Looking up at his hairy, muscular torso, I smiled, definitely happy to be able to see again. "Yeah, man," I said. "Definitely better to be eyes wide open." "Yeah?" he said, a smug smile on his face. "Here, let me give you a close up shot then," he said, climbing onto the bed and straddling my waist with his legs. I was thrilled to have an unobstructed view of his manly hotness as my only view, but also knew he was positioning himself for his next attack. Smiling, he reached down and began kneading my sides right above my hip bone. Within seconds, my body was jerking and I was crying out at the ticklish sensations. He kept it up and I lost it, bursting into loud, deep laughter. He proceeded to work his hands extremely slowly up my sides, counting each rib as he went. He leaned in to reach my exposed pits, which gave me the most amazing view of his outstretched torso, including his exposed ribs and pits. I wished so bad my wrists weren't restrained over my head, so I could launch my own attach of his sensitive torso. Instead, he plunged his dancing fingertips into my helpless pits, alternating between light tickling and applying light pressure on the spots that make me scream with laughter.
As if a full-minute of that wasn't bad enough, I felt Mitch start dancing his fingers up and down my exposed soles at the foot of the bed. For at least five minutes, they tortured my most sensitive spots non-stop while I thrashed (albeit less with Ryan's body pinning me down at my waist), laughed and pleaded for mercy. I could tell the more I pleaded and begged, the more turned on they got and it only encouraged them. It took me several minutes to regain my breath and ability to speak after they stopped. "Holy shit!" I finally managed to eek out. "You guys are torturing me worse than we tortured you, Ryan," I added in protest, looking up at Ryan still sitting with his torso front and center in my view. "Dude, didn't I tell you that whatever you did to me, I'd do that and more to you?" he said with a chuckle, hopping off of the bed. "Mitch, I think it's time we give Jason a moment of ecstacy followed by ten minutes of even worse torture." Mitch laughed in agreement, and I knew what was coming. Although frankly, with all of the edging they'd been doing, the opportunity to finally shoot sounded awfully appealing.
Of course, it wasn't that easy, as they mercilessly edged me for another fifteen minutes, bringing me just to the point but not letting me shoot. Finally, they allowed me cross over and shoot my pent up load, which shot a good three feet into the air. Ryan milked every last drop of cum out of me but kept on stroking, his rubbing of my cockhead starting to get unbearable. "Please don't do this!" I begged, knowing he was going to torment my sensitized head. I'd only experienced this a couple of times and only for a minute, but I remember how unbearable it was. I wasn't sure I could take what Ryan would do to me in revenge. "Let me put it this way," Ryan said matter-of-factly. "I'll show you as much mercy as you showed me after you made me shoot." He laughed a rather evil laugh and I girded myself as best I could for the most intense torment of the session. Sure enough, he used my cum to lube up the head and kept stroking my cock, allowing his fingers to massage my head with each stroke.
At one point, he held my dick with one hand and palmed the head of my cock. It was absolutely unbearable. "Oh my God!" I cried out. "That fucking tickles! Pleeeeeease stop!" No amount of pleading worked, though, and he kept up the torment while I squirmed and thrashed in the ropes for another five tortuous minutes or so. I worked to catch my breath when he was done. "Betcha' he's a lot more ticklish now," Mitch teased. They pounced on me and started tickling my entire body from my feet to my pits and everything in between. Not surprisingly my body felt even more ticklish, as if that was even possible, and the torment was unbearable. I laughed, thrashed and pleaded but my please fell on deaf ears.
These guys were the most diabolical, merciless guys I'd ever played with and I reached a point where I was starting to regret letting them tie me up. They finally stopped and removed the restraints. My arms and legs were sore and cramping a bit as I tried to move them. I found myself saying over and over "Holy shit!" as I recalled the session and tried to regain my composure. They gave me a bottle of water and I gulped it down as I padded off to the shower carrying my boxers. Frankly, I could've just showered at home but needed some time to regain my composure plus would need to put on some clothes before going outside. I shuddered while soaping up my body in the warm water as I recalled the two-hour torture fest. I was a little irritated feeling they'd pushed a bit too far, literally pushing my limits of sanity. But dang it, the more I recalled the session, the more my dick sprang to life. Before I knew it, I was stroking my dick and getting completely turned on by memories of the session, as well as planning my payback for Ryan. I dressed and returned to the bondage room where the guys were hanging out on the bed, still in their boxer briefs. "Alright, boys, better get home. I'm going to sleep well tonight!" I said with a chuckle. They both gave me a strong hug, their hot hairy bodies pressing against mine. They walked me to the front door. "You guys have plans Saturday night?" I said flashing a teasing smile.
"See you at five," Mitch answered. I smiled and walked the 20 steps to my front door, already planning the next session in my head.
