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            “C’mon, Dude, let’s let him catch his breath,” I said with a laugh. When it became clear he wasn’t stopping, I reached over and began poking and clawing at Colton’s exposed rib cage.

            “Cut that out!” he yelled, crying out with laughter while continuing his tickle attack on Josh’s hairy pits. It was incredibly hot to hear Colton laugh while being tickled, something I didn’t get to hear during my previous “secret” tickle attack. I realized the only way I could get Colton to stop was to attack a spot even more ticklish than his ribs, so I plunged my fingertips into his exposed pit and tickled aggressively. Colton’s laughter grew even louder, and he could only hold out ten seconds longer before twisting around and rolling backwards off of Josh’s torso to escape my maddening touches. I laughed at his surrender.

            Grabbing the water bottle, I gave Josh a gulp of water once he caught his breath. “Jesus, Colton!” Josh finally sputtered. “I think I liked it better when you had to camouflage your tickling with a sponge bath. You are fucking merciless, man, when you don’t have to hold back and can tickle the shit out of me!” We all laughed, and Colton rolled off the side of the bed, walking over to where my gym bag sat.

            “Jason, what other torture tools do you have in here?” he asked with a grin, his dick noticeably poking against the crotch of his cotton briefs. I marveled at how turned on Colton gets by tickle torture, and that made my own dick poke against the crotch of my boxer briefs.

            “Let’s break out the brushes,” I suggested, pulling out a couple of electric toothbrushes and a stiff-bristled hairbrush from my gym bag, along with a bottle of oil lubricant. “I’ve discovered that these can be pretty devastating for Josh,” I added, looking up to see Colton with a devilish smile on his face.

            “Ah, shit!” Josh muttered under his breath as I moved to the foot of the bed in front of his barefoot suspended in air. I flicked on the toothbrush and brought the rapidly pulsating bristles up to touch his vulnerable sole, starting at his heel and slowly dragging it up the length of his size 11 foot. His foot immediately jumped and began wiggling and twisting to avoid the tortuous vibrating bristles dancing across his sensitive skin. At first he tried not to react but It took less than 15 seconds for Josh to burst out in loud, baritone laughter that bounced off the ceiling.

Reaching the top of his sole, I turned the brush to the right, sliding the pulsating bristles across the top of his foot and then slid it down the side of his foot, back to his heel. I dragged the bristles around his heel and back up the left side of his foot.  I marveled at how no spot on Josh’s foot, sole or sides wasn’t ticklish.  He laughed and his foot squirmed madly, Josh desperately yanking on his leg the longer my tickle attack lasted in a futile attempt to rescue his tortured sole.

I’d discovered in a previous session how unbearably ticklish Josh is between his toes, just using a feather, so I knew the electric toothbrush would prove devasting. When the pulsating brush head arrived back at the top of his foot, I proceeded to slide the dancing bristles between each of his toes, prompting Josh to cry out in agony and beg for mercy.

Eventually, I turned toward Colton, standing beside and slightly behind me, wondering why he’d not joined in. He was mesmerized while he watched me torment Josh’s foot, and was rubbing his crotch, now wet from precum as he was getting his rocks off on the scene.  I nodded toward Josh’s other foot, breaking Colton’s trance and causing him to spring to action with a second electric toothbrush. Josh reacted as though a jolt of electricity hit his body as soon as Colton’s spinning bristles made contact with Josh’s other foot.

“No…ahhahahahahhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa…aye!” josh cried out in desperation, yanking wildly at his restraints and roaring with laughter as both of his poor, sensitive soles were tormented with brush bristles moving at 2,000 RPM’s. The poor guy vacillated between begging and cursing us as we delivered a one-two punch of merciless tickle torture to his unbearably ticklish feet.

After a few minutes, I stopped and grabbed the bottle of lubricant while Colton continued his exploration of Josh’s bound sole. I poured some oil into my hand and proceeded to slather it all over Josh’s traction-bound barefoot. “This makes it even worse,” I commented to Colton as I pressed the brush head against his lubricated sole and began dragging the rapidly pulsating bristles up and down his frantic sole, the oil allowing the bristles to glide effortlessly across his skin. Sure enough Josh’s laughter amped up in both volume and pitch.

“Gimme some of that!” Colton ordered, an evil smile on his face. I handed him the bottled and he proceeded to coat Josh’s bare sole in oil before resuming his electric toothbrush assault on Josh’s poor sole. I couldn’t believe that Josh could get any louder or higher-pitched in his laughing and screaming, but I was wrong.  It was music to my ears, and stimulation to my dick, which was now oozing in precum. I was glad he lived on the top floor and his bedroom didn’t adjoin a neighbor’s apartment, as loud as his laughter and begging was.

After several minutes of unbearable tickle torture, I finally pulled my brush away from his foot and flicked the switch off. Colton followed suit, allowing Josh to calm down and catch his breath.

“Where else are these toothbrushes unbearable for Josh?” Colton asked with a devilish wink.

“Ah, man, he has a lot of weak spots!” I said with a laugh, walking around the side of the bed to Josh’s thigh exposed and hanging at a 90-degree-angle thanks to the traction. I flicked on my toothbrush and began dancing the bristles down the backside of Josh’s leg, sending him into a fit of laughter while he squirmed as much as his restraints allowed.

I slowly slid the spinning bristles down his leg and around to the inside of his thigh heading straight for Josh’s crotch area. He became more frantic as the spinning bristles inched dangerously close to his exposed balls and ass, knowing that if they made contact there the sensations would prove unbearable. He began wildly shaking his head back and forth, crying out desperately for me not to do it.

I just smiled and kept the pulsating bristles skimming along his skin, through the thick hair of his legs, until the bristles barely made contact with Josh’s ultra-sensitive balls.  He cried out so loud and violently it startled me. The pulsating bristles danced super lightly against his swollen balls, too lightly to hurt but firm enough to tickle like a mother fucker! Seriously, his voice went higher than I’d ever heard it go, and his yelling grew more desperate as the tortuous tickling sensations pulsating through his privates overwhelmed his senses.

Colton had moved to Josh’s other side where he stood with a trance-like stare once more as he watched me deliver the most unbearable torment to Josh’s poor balls, Colton’s hand inside his briefs and full-on stroking his dick.  I smiled, delighted at the effect I was having on Colton, and slid the brush up to Josh’s enlarged dick, dancing the brushes ever-so-lightly up the sensitive underneath side of his shaft, which swung around wildly as he bucked on the bed and yanked at his restraints.  He let out a piercing cry as soon as the bristles came in contact with his swollen cockhead. I only kept them there for a second because I knew without lubricant, the line between tickling and pain was dangerously thin for a brush on a dude’s cock head. Plus his dick was swinging around wildly from his thrashing so maintaining contact would require extra effort.

“Dude, hand me the lubricant,” I called out to Colton. He grabbed the bottle, handing it to me without removing his other hand from inside his briefs. I squeezed out a generous glob and began massaging it onto Josh’s swollen dick, sliding my hand around and up and down his shaft. He gasped each time I allowed my palm to slide over his sensitized cock head, which oozed precum while his dick grew even bigger.

Josh probably thought I was going to jack him off at this point, but he was dead wrong. Instead, I flipped my toothbrush back on, grabbed Josh’s rigid shaft with my free hand to hold it firmly in place and began gliding the pulsating bristles around, underneath and over his sensitized cock head. He erupted with the loudest and most desperate cry of anguish yet. I actually felt bad for him because I know from experience that pulsating brushes applied to a a lubricated and ultra-sensitive cockhead creates some of the most overwhelming sensations one can experience. It’s like the most fucking intense combination of tickling and stimulation you can imagine, and when you are tied up and can’t stop or control it, the torment is quite maddening.

“Dude I’m going to shoot!” he cried out desperately after about 15 seconds of brush stimulation.

“Ah, man, I know it feels like that,” I said softly, feeling bad for Josh. “But unfortunately, you won’t be able to shoot without me adding pressure, like say jacking you off. Tickling your dick head with the brush like this just keeps you super sensitized and stimulated and right on the edge, but trust me no matter how hard you want to you won’t be able to shoot.”

“Pleeease!  Jace!!  Let me shoot!” he cried out, as he thrashed about wildly trying to thrust his dick into the spinning brush head to force himself to cum.

“Nah, man, seriously I could do this for a fucking hour, and you won’t be able to shoot!” I said with a mixture of empathy and taunting, as I slowly tormented his sensitized cockhead with the dancing bristles. I smile at Colton, who was in a trancelike state while full on stroking his dick. I was afraid HE was about to shoot his load. 

“Please, I’m begging you!” Josh cried out, becoming more desperate.  “Mercy! Uncle! Whatever the fuck I have to say to get you to stop!” I finally pulled the brush away and let go of his swollen dick, watching it dance back and forth while Josh thrust his hips and tried futiley to make himself shoot.

It took Josh a couple of minutes to calm himself down and regain his breath after my intense attack. “Oh my fucking God!” he finally belted out, a bit high pitched. “That was fucking unbearable, man.”

“Sorry, buddy, just having a little fun whicha’,” I said with a laugh.

“Fun for whom?!” he fired back with a smirk.

“Dude, most guys don’t get so fucking hard if they aren’t having fun!” I teased, stroking my fingertip up his cock to punctuate my statement. We all laughed.

“Jesus, I can’t believe how badly these toothbrushes destroyed Josh!” Colton commented, still rubbing his bulging crotch.

“Oh yeah, Colton. Oh and the brushes work pretty well on Josh’s torso, too,” I said, flashing an evil smile at him.

“Oh yeah? I want to see that!” he fired back, with an equally devilish smile.

“Ah, c’mon, guys!” Josh complained, a pitiful look on his face. “Haven’t you had enough?”

“Dude, not even close!” I said with a laugh as I turned my brush on and placed it against Josh’s lower abdomen, sliding it toward his belly button. He soon dissolved into giggling and squirming, amping up slightly as I pressed the spinning bristles into the hollow of his belly button. Eventually I guided the pulsating brushes back to his side and began inching it upward toward his exposed rib cage. Colton joined in with his brush and Josh roared with laughter and twisted his torso as both brushes poked and scrubbed his ticklish ribs.

Eventually I began inching my brush up Josh’s side heading toward his massive, vulnerable armpit. Colton followed suit.  As our brushes inched closer and closer to his unbearably ticklish pits, Josh began shaking his head back and forth and his eyes opened wider as he anticipated the tickle assault that was coming. “C’mon guys!” he pleaded, as he squirmed and laughed. “Not the pits! Ayaheeee!” he trailed off as our brushes made contact with the hollows of his pits, the brushes lightly dancing at 2,000 RPM through the hair lining his pits. The sensations proved unbearable and he yanked madly at the restraints holding his wrists in place above his head, desperate to block the torture of his pits but helpless to do so.

The room was filled with Josh’s loud, baritone and desperate laughter mixed with pleas for mercy. Which unfortunately for him only encouraged us to keep it up, our dicks pressing hard against our underwear while we oozed precum. To keep things interesting, we’d occasionally slide the brushes up his exposed triceps and back down to his pits, producing mad squirming and helpless laughter. I felt bad for the guy but we were simply having too much fun to stop. We kept up our attack nearly five minutes, although I’m sure Josh would’ve sworn it was more like 20!

We finally stopped and after a few minutes he calmed down enough to curse us out for being such bastards. I gave him a drink of water and commented, “I don’t know, Josh, man, but your dick is telling me it wasn’t as bad as you made it out to be,” I said teasingly, a devilish smile on my face. He just rolled his eyes while bouncing his still-hard dick in the air, practically inviting us to return there for more torment.

Of course, Colton didn’t miss Josh’s unintended hint. He hopped up on the bed and straddled Josh’s waist, this time facing toward Josh’s feet and pinning Josh’s torso down on the bed, restricting his ability to move or squirm away from Colton’s impending attack even more. It also positioned Colton in the perfect position: Josh’s unbearably ticklish balls and dick right in front of him and fully accessible to whatever torment Colton planned to inflict. Josh cried out as Colton’s electric toothbrush made contact with is sensitive balls. After a few minutes of tormenting his balls, Josh grabbed the lube and lubed up Josh’s dick. He began stroking his hand up and down Josh’s erect dick, jacking him off while the whirring brush bristles tormented his balls.

I stepped back and just watched, stroking my own dick as I watched Colton destroy Josh, who was roaring with laughter and yet it was clear was getting super turned on and oozing precum. Before long, Josh appeared to be close to shooting his load. Colton looked at me with a wicked grin, removing his hand from Josh’s dick before he could shoot. He continued tormenting Josh’s balls with the spinning brushes while reaching out his hand toward me. I smiled and handed him my toothbrush, which he flicked on and began applying to Josh’s sensitive and lubricated cock head.

I’d never heard Josh cry out so loud and desperately. I couldn’t imagine how unbearable the sensations must have been for Josh, shuddering as I pondered how bad he must be hurting right now.  I also marveled at Colton’s intensity.  The dude was fucking merciless! 

After a full minute of the duel brush torture of Josh’s cock and balls, Colton dropped the brush from his cockhead, squeezed some more lube on his hand, polished up and wrapped his hand around Josh’s hard cock and began slowly stroking up and down. Meanwhile, he applied the spinning brushes to Josh’s balls delivering a one-two punch of intense ball tickling with a jacking that was bringing Josh dangerously close to coming.

I decided to get in on the action, moving into position at Josh’s exposed and vulnerable pits. He was alternating between moaning from the jacking off that Colton was giving him while squirming and laughing softly from the tickling of his balls. His eyes were closed as he squirmed and enjoyed the working of his dick so he didn’t see my attack on his pits coming.

“Hey, wait!” he cried out, as soon as my dancing fingertips made contact with the massive hollows of his pits. “You can’t tickle me while he’s getting me off!” he cried out, his eyes looking at me pitifully.

“Actually, I think I can!” I said in a cocky voice, adding a diabolical laugh at the end. “Oh yeah, I can tell from your squirming that I’m tickling you pretty badly right now.” He was now flooded by competing sensations, me tickling his pits and Josh tickling his balls, while Josh also worked his cock aggressively bring him ever closer to shooting his load.  The sounds coming out of Josh were primal at this point, alternating between laughter and crying out for relief.

“I’m gonna’ shoot!” Josh finally cried out. “I’m gonna’ shoot!” He was heaving and moaning getting close to shooting.  And then Colton let go of his dick, picking up the other brush and applying it to his cockhead again.  “Nooooooo!  Fuuuuuuuuuck!” Josh cried out, both because of the unbearable sensations but also the disappointment of not being allowed to shoot. I was finding the scene so hot I was glad I had my hands busy or I would’ve been massaging my own swollen dick and probably would’ve shot my load.

Colton kept this torment up, alternating back and forth between intense tickle torment and stroking of Josh’s cock, delivering a seriously hot edging session while I continued tickling his pits and triceps. His muscular hairy body yanked, pulled and writhed while dripping in sweat. Truly this was one of the hottest tickle torture scenes I’d ever participated in.

I eventually moved to Josh’s feet, producing a renewed peal of laughter as my fingers danced up and down his soles, while Colton alternated between jacking Colton off and tormenting his sensitive cockhead. He repeated it several times over the next 10 minutes until finally stroked Josh’s cock until he shot his load, crying out as a stream of cum shot a couple of feet into the air.  I laughed out loud at how big his reaction was.

Once again Colton demonstrated his merciless nature as he kept stroking Josh’s dick squeezing out every last drop of cum, while also smearing it over Josh’s sensitized cockhead. I had stopped tickling Josh’s feet and was working my own dick, turned on by the scene I was witnessing and participating in.

After a while, it became clear that Colton wasn’t stopping his stroking of Josh’s dick. Now that it was empty, he was concentrating more on the Josh’s swollen cockhead, shiny from a coating of oil and cum. And now that Josh shot, his cockhead was beyond sensitive. Josh began to squirm madly and went from relief to panic realizing that Colton was starting to polish his apple. I knew from experience that having one’s cockhead worked after shooting is one of the most unbearably intense sensations a vic can endure, a combination of unbearable tickling mixed with pain, and frankly was a practice employed by only the most merciless and evil of tops.

“No!  FUCK!” Josh cried out becoming more desperate but unable to escape the torment due to his restraints holding him down. “Colton!  Stop!  I can’t take it!”  He was now desperate, his voice practically screaming. Meanwhile, Colton had the most devilish, evil smile on his face as he clearly was enjoying pushing Josh’s limits. I felt bad for Josh, knowing how unbearable the sensations he was experiencing were, and yet I was getting more turned on and close to shooting my own wad. I think I was really turned on by what an evil, merciless torturer Colton could be, the smile only reinforcing it, and it was really hot!

“C’mon, man,” let’s give him a break, I said after just a few seconds.  I was feeling bad for Josh and didn’t want to push him to a point he’d never consent to letting us tie him up again. Colton complied and let go of Josh’s dick, as Josh calmed down and worked to catch his breath. I moved to the head of the bed to give Josh some much-needed water, while he calmed down and regained his bearings.

“You are a mother fucker!” Josh finally cried out at Colton, clearly a bit pissed.  Colton just laughed.

“Dude, c’mon, you know if the tables were turned you’d probably do that to me!” he added, trying to justify his actions. Josh shot him an evil look but also smiled, probably in some ways having also found it hot to have his limits pushed a bit.  Most bottoms find a bit of a thrill in that.

“You fuckers gonna’ untie me?” Josh finally blurted out, clearly feeling back to his old self.

“Hey, Jace,” Colton said with a wink, a devilish smile on his face. “Is it true that after a dude shoots his load, he’s even more ticklish?”  Josh got a panicked look on his face and began instinctively yanking at the ropes holding him down. I felt bad for Josh but had to take the bait.

“Yeah, Colton, that’s generally true,” I responded. “I can test it out on his pits.” I began dancing my fingers in Josh’s pits. He roared with laughter and started thrashing wildy to try to escape.

“I’ll check out his feet!” Colton offered, moving to his feet. Josh really lost it as Colton began dancing his fingertips up and down Josh’s helpless soles, a devilish smile on his face. Again, I marveled at how much Colton was getting off on tormenting poor Josh.

“C’mon guys!” Josh pleaded. “Enough!!  I need a break!” I felt bad for him and stopped tickling, nodding at Colton to do the same. 

“Alright, man, I think it’s time to untie you. You’ve been a good sport,” I said softly, undoing the cuff around his left wrist.  He pulled his arm down and began moving it around to try to regain the feeling after having had it bound up for an hour. I undid his other restraint and he worked that arm as well.

“Okay, if I have to,” Colton said, teasingly, starting to untie the restraint around Josh’s ankle. “Or maybe not!” he suddenly blurted out, instead reaching his hand down to tickle Josh’s helpless bare foot.  Josh started laughing loudly, caught completely off guard at Colton’s sneak attack. 

“Dude!” Josh cried out, somewhat incredulous that Colton wasn’t giving up so easy.  Colton tickled for a another few seconds and then finally relented and removed the restraint from Josh’s ankle. He quickly pulled his foot back and away from Colton to prevent him from tickling him any further.

“Of course, I can’t really remove this one from its bondage,” Colton teased, dancing his fingers up and down Josh’s remaining barefoot held helpless from the traction. Josh started laughing again and squirming, getting annoyed at Colton’s persistence.  I think Colton sensed his mood and stopped tickling after a few seconds.

“Man, I could use a beer!” Colton cried off, heading to the door.  “Anyone else?”

“Yes!” Josh and I said in unison. I looked down at Josh, his body still glistening from the sweat. The silky damp hair coating his muscular chest and abs was even sexier.  His dick was now flaccid. I got a towel and began cleaning him up, wiping away any cum stuck to his body and on the sheets.

“You alright?” I asked hesitantly, checking in to make sure we’d not pushed him too far.

“Oh yeah,” he said with a deep voice, a big smile on his face. “I mean, that was fucking intense, sure.  But it was also fucking hot!”  We both laughed. “Oh, and as soon as I’m out of this traction, I’m taking Colton down big time. Payback will be a bitch!”  We both were laughing.  I was relieved he wasn’t pissed. And I began imagining the site of lean, muscular, hairy Colton tied down spread-eagle and being mercilessly tickled.  Suddenly my dick was getting hard again.