He was drenched in sweat from the basketball game and looked forward to a refreshing shower.  The other guys were already in the shower.  Mike thought they seemed oddly quiet.  Strange. After a year on the police force, he had not met any of these other officers before this.  Paul Mitchell, a classmate of his in the academy had called him out of the blue last night to ask him to take part in this game to replace a sick teammate.  

Even though he knew no one, Paul pushed him to take part in the game and, since he had nothing else planned, he had accepted.  As Mike entered the showers, he noticed all the spaces near the entrance were already taken, so he made his way to an available showerhead near the back of the stall.  Privately, he thought to himself how big and muscular all the other guys were. He was 6’ 1” and quite athletic, but these guys really towered over him.  At least during the game, he had better speed over them.

“Great game, Mike,” Paul shouted to him over the sound of the water as he passed. “Thanks for coming.”

“No problem, Paul,” Mike replied. “I wasn’t doing anything and it was great exercise.”

Mike turned the shower on and let the hot water wash over him as he used the soap to begin lathering himself. Out of the corner of his eye, Mike noticed that the others were all turned facing him.  While proud of his body, their stares were making him uncomfortable.

“I was telling the others about this child molester we interrogated at the station,” Paul said to Mike. “We caught him in the act and during our interrogation, he told us everything he had ever done.”

“Really?,” Mike said.  “Disgusting, but that should make the case an easy one.”

“Sure did,” Paul nodded. “It seemed this guy even got a college guy as a victim once. I guess he got some compromising photos of this guy and blackmailed him to keep him quiet.”

Mike froze in place as he listened to Paul’s words.  “It couldn’t be” he thought to himself.

“He would sit on this guy’s legs and tickle his feet and forced this poor guy to take it. It seemed he was horribly ticklish, but had to bear the tickling as quietly as possible.” Paul continued, watching Mike with a sideways glance. “I guess he did this for so long that this poor guy got sort of … programmed to the ordeal.  By the time he moved on, this poor guy could be made to cum just from having his feet tickled.”

Although standing under the hot water, Mike felt himself go cold.

All the guys had moved closer to Mike, blocking any avenue of escape. “This poor guy ended up in this terrible situation.  His feet were horribly ticklish, yet he was unable to prevent himself from getting turned on by it.  Unable to bear getting his feet tickled, but if they were tickled, unable to resist cumming which then made him even more ticklish.  What would this poor guy do if anyone ever learned this secret?  And do you know what else I found out, Mike?”

Mike stood frozen in place, unable to answer.

“He did this at the same time and place when you were in college. Remember that freshmen year when you had to take that mysterious absence?”

Those words seemed to free Mike from his thoughts and he made a desperate dash to exit the shower. Wet and covered in soap, he almost escaped their grasps, but there were too many of them and he was dragged to the floor of the shower. Each of his arms were held out by one of the men. One laid over his chest and another had his knees wrapped in his arms.  Another sat on his ankles.  Paul knelt down at Mike’s feet.

“Paul,” begged Mike, “Please. Don’t do this!”

“Once I learned this, Mike, I just HAD to find out just how often I could make you cum, just by tickling these big feet of yours.” Paul’s eyes were focused on Mike’s bare feet, watching as the toes curled in anticipation. “Could a big, strong cop like you really be made to beg and squirm, just by tickling his feet?  Can he really lose all control of himself and cum even without being touched?”

“Please, Please … Don’t”, begged Mike, knowing it would be useless. He struggled against the naked bodies holding him down, trying to slip out of their grasp, but unable to do so.

Paul cracked a smile as he slowly dragged his finger from Mike’s left heel toward his toes and heard Mike’s hysterical scream.

With that first tickling stroke on his bare foot, Mike could feel his entire body shudder. He struggled against the bodies holding him down, the soap still on his wet body giving him a little slippery room, but the guys just gripped him tighter. The sliding of his flesh against other flesh was an added distraction.

“No! I won’t let you,” Mike grunted, clenching his jaw to hold in his desire to giggle as Paul slowly traced a ticklish path up one foot and down the other, causing Mike to jerk helplessly from left to right.

“Won’t let us what, Mike?” laughed Paul. “Won’t let us watch you try to hold it in until you can’t take it  any longer? Won’t let us hear you laugh and sob and beg us to stop? Won’t let us see you get aroused while you become  more and more ticklish until you are straining so hard to cum that your body can’t hold it back any longer? Won’t let us watch a big, strong guy like you succumb to the sensations from these soft, ticklish feet of yours? We already see that you are liking it.”

Mike was embarrassed to find that his cock was already thickening and the tickling they threatened him with had barely started. “Focus”, he thought to himself while he clenched his teeth to hold back the bubbling laughter that threatened to escape his lips. “Focus. If I don’t react, maybe they will get bored and stop this. Maybe if I ….. hahahahah.” Mike strained to arch his back as Paul wriggled his fingers across both his arches.

“That’s it, Mike,” Paul crowed as his actions were successful in breaking his victim so early. “Let it out.  We have loads of time yet. Greg, come and help me here.” 

While Mike twisted and turned as much as he could during the brief respite, Paul and Greg positioned themselves so both had one foot each for their devoted attention.  Soon Mike felt the effect of 20 fingers tickling his feet. Two hands at each foot stroking his high arches and scratching under his straining toes. He strained to lift his body off the floor and tossed his head side to side as his body felt as though it was surging with electricity. 

“Staappp itttt hahahahah… Plleeeeaaas… hahaha No-nooooo hahahahah.” His voice echoed in that shower room as he already was begging for mercy.  He hated this helpless feeling that took control of his body. His muscles strained vainly against those holding him. His stomach tensed. Insane child-like giggling escaped his lips, increasing his embarrassment. Worst of all, he could feel his cock become erect against his will. He tried to fight it, knowing that if he came, he would be even more ticklish.  He had been tickled before shortly after having been made to cum. It was only briefly, but it had been unbearable. His captors had already made it known that they had no intention of stopping after he came the first time, but meant to see him suffer through it again and again. He would go insane. 

Paul continued to stroke a ticklish path over the soft foot before him, smiling as he watched the sole crease and the toes twitch in a vain attempt to escape his fingers.  He glanced over at Greg to see how he was doing and saw he was concentrating his efforts on the high arch, the foot flaying back and forth almost aiding his ticklish assault.

Mike clenched his teeth, straining to hold back his laughter, knowing any begging would be useless.  He was a law enforcement officer.  This was embarrassing to be brought so low by being tickled.  Mike closed his eyes to try to block out the tickling on his feet and the effect it was having on his rapidly engorged cock. He tried to think of anything else to divert his mind, but everything drew him back to his poor feet being tickled.  He tried thinking of a college math exam, but his mind had him trying to solve the problems while the professor was tickling his feet; he tried to recall last night’s football game he watched on TV, but imagined himself at the bottom of a piled on tackle, struggling while his feet were being tickled to force him to let go of the football; he thought of his work on the beat, but pictured himself held down by a local gang who found it funny to tickle a police officer’s feet while he begged for mercy. He tried remembering the protocol of booking a prisoner in jail, but the scenario dissolved into finding him on the floor of the jail cell, his legs pulled through the bars, while the cell loaded with prisoners entertained themselves on his ticklish feet.  Everything brought him back to this helpless tickling.  He could feel the energy building up from his ticklish feet.  He could feel the growing sensation move up his legs, causing his muscles to tremble.  Each ticklish stroke across his arches seemed to reach up between his thighs.  Every ticklish assault on his twitching toes felt mirrored on his throbbing cock. The fingernails circling the balls of his feet felt like they also stroked his tightening balls.  Mike felt his lower back tense and he struggled to hold back what he knew was quickly approaching.  No longer trying to tough it out, he resorted to begging and pleading with his captors to stop …. To stop tickling him … to let him go …. He promised them anything … he would give them anything they wanted … do anything they wanted … if they would only stop. He was greeted only by laughter.  Then his spine dissolved into delicious agony as he arched his back and helplessly shot his load high into the air.  

Mike gasped in pleasure as his entire body shuddered. Then his closed eyes shot wide open. “NO,” he yelled out as the tickling continued on his feet.  His nerve endings even more sensitive since cumming, he exerted all his remaining strength to break-free and almost made it until the guys piled atop him, burying him with their bodies, leaving only Paul free to continue to tickle his helpless feet. His cock, already responding to the tickling, grew even harder as it rubbed against the bodies he squirmed beneath. “NO,” he yelled, “Not again! Not so soon!” His pleads dissolved into hysterical laughter as Paul increased his assault on his bare feet, tickling his arches and under his sensitive toes. “Naa-ggaah,” Mike was unable to speak as he felt his muscles tighten and explode once again.  

“WOW!,” Paul exclaimed.  “That’s two already!” The guys laughed at Mike’s plight as Paul continued his tickling.  

“I can’t believe it,” Greg said to Paul.  “I can feel him under me getting hard again. How can that be?”

Paul merely shrugged as his fingers were trapped, wriggling under Mike’s desperately clenched toes. Mike felt himself straining to prepare to cum once again.  He was sure he was drained and had no more to shoot, but his body was trapped in a ticklish cycle and he had lost all control of his body.  For good or bad, Paul was so intent on the bare feet before him, he failed to watch Mike’s condition, especially after shooting twice already, and Mike passed into unconsciousness.

“Damm,” Greg announce. “He’s passed out.”

“That’s O.K.,” Paul said, still mesmerized by the twitching feet before him.  “Let’s get him ready for the next part.”  Paul watched as the guys picked up Mike’s limp body and carried it out of the showers and into the exercise room.  “How often can this guy shoot,” Paul thought in amazement.  He had to find out.

Mike slowly drifted back to consciousness. The darkness faded from his eyes and he tried to raise his hand to his head, but found he couldn’t. His eyes shot open and he tried to sit up. “WHMMMM”, was all he could get out as he realized he was gagged.  He couldn’t move any part of his body.  Even his head was tied down.  

Paul looked down as Mike’s panicked eyes turned his way.  Mike was bound tightly to an exercise weight bench. His head was tied to the bench by a thick cloth. A gagged prevented Mike from pleading for help. Plastic wrap bound his arms and upper body to the bench, leaving his presently limp cock exposed. More wrap bound his legs to the bench from thigh to ankle.  His big toes were tied together by a cord and pulled back, stretching his soles taunt against a padded support. Another cord pulled back the little toe of each foot, making it impossible to clench his toes. Paul had to admit that he was somewhat aroused looking at the totally helpless body before him. 

“As I am sure you can tell, Mike,” Paul explained.  “You find yourself totally helpless. We were surprised to find you so …. can I say … Explosively Ticklish!  Shooting twice in so short a time was a real surprise and you were really close to a third time before you passed out.  Sorry about that,” Paul smirked.

“However,” Paul continued.  “We aren’t through with testing you yet.”

Mike tried to say he couldn’t take anymore and beg them to release him, but the gag only let him grunt helplessly.

“Of course, we are a little tired and hungry after all that work, so we are going to leave you here while we go out and get some pizza.”

Mike relaxed a bit and closed his eyes, grateful for any relief he could get.

“But we want you to be ready to play when we get back and these feet of yours are just begging for attention.” Paul stroked his finger down one sole and Mike screamed in his gag, realizing his inability to move his feet at all. “So we have a little machine to keep you company. We don’t want you losing consciousness again.  We just want you really, really horny when we get back. So we have set up a machine that is going to run feather over these taunt soles and toes of yours while we are gone.”

“NAAUAUUG”, Mike tried screaming through his gag.  He tried to move his body; tried to plead with his eyes. “Please remove the gag. Let me explain. Let me tell you that my feet are too ticklish, even feathers are unbearable.  They’ll make me cum, too. Please. Don’t do this!” But the guys only laughed at his grunting and struggling. They really only expected him to be kept uncomfortable and on edge.  They really had no idea what they were about to put their victim through.

“We should be back in about two ….. maybe four hours. We are really hungry.  Then we can play some more.”

Mike tried to get their attention, tears already running down his face.  He had already shot his load twice. He could feel every nerve ending of body tingling.  Even the movement of the air by his stretched feet as they moved the machine closer to him was causing him to giggle helplessly.

“See you soon,” Paul said as the guys moved to the exit.  “The gym is closed, so you do not have to worry about being disturbed until we get back. Have fun.”

Mike heard a ‘click’ as they switched on the machine and his body exploded in ticklish agony as dozens of feathers began to rapidly stroke against his taunt soles, from heel to toes, even reaching their feathery tendrils under and between his fixed toes, unable to even twitch to escape their touch. 

Mike barely heard them leave the room, locking the door and turning off the lights. He felt as though his entire body was being stroked by those feathers. His mind was riveted on every stroke, every shuddering, trailing touch, as if he could stop their ticklish path by his will power alone. And every stroke on his poor, defenseless feet drove a growing tingling sensation directly to his cock which was rapidly swelling and becoming erect. “Please,” he pleaded to the darkness around him. “Don’t let me cum.  Not again. Please!” His muscles ached from overwork, but were helpless to prevent the cycle they were programmed into.  Mike felt the sensations flowing upwards from his soles.  The feathers seemed as though they were reaching deeply into his body, moving from his arches and toes and spreading a fire up his legs. He could feel the muscles in his back begin to tighten once again.  He was captive to his body. Tears streamed from his eyes and drool dripped from the gag as his jaw clenched in panic.  But nothing could prevent the inevitable and Mike once again, for the third time tonight, exploded in a painful, but delicious ecstasy, his poor cock pumping firmly in the air, draining what was left from his painful balls.  But the tickling feathers never stopped there course and Mike was left in the dark, giggling beneath his gag, as he felt his exhausted cock start to thicken again against his will. 

When the others returned three hours later, expected to find Mike merely aroused and begging for relief they were planning to be slow in providing, they were instead confront by a husk of a man, obviously driven insane, his purple cock still straining and pumping vainly in the air, having nothing left to give, but forcing his body to try again and again.

Frightened by what they had done, they dressed their victim and dumped the babbling remains that was Mike into a dark alley and drove away.

……….

The body that once contained a strong officer of the law was now insane.  It no longer knew who it was, or anything about what it once was.  All it could remember was the helpless tickling of its feet and the desire for revenge…. Revenge for some reason, focused against others who wore a badge.  The husk of the body struggled to stand, its arms clutched around its side that still ached from hours of helpless laughter. Even in the pain, giggles escaped from its lips. It was in this dark alley, that Office Jason was unfortunate to come upon its presence. 

“Hey, You!,” ordered Officer Jason. “What are you doing there?” Thinking he had come across a drunk staggering the alley, he shown his flashlight upon the dark figure. In insane vision before him momentarily stunned the officer, so he was caught off guard as the figure leaped and knocked him down.  His head crashed against the ground, knocking him unconscious.  

The man that once was Mike, gazed at the fallen form.  Seeing the badge pinned to the uniform, a horrible grin contorted the face. “Revenge,” it giggled. It grabbed the fallen officer’s arms and dragged it into the abandoned office building. “Revenge,” it giggled again.

The insane body had unnatural strength and it heaved Officer Jason’s body easily to the center of the building near the door leading to an inoperative elevator. It pried open the door and peered down the darkness of the shaft.  He could easily tossed the body down, but that would be no fun. Giggling, it handcuffed Officer Jason’s wristed together.  Finding an old piece of rope and a concrete block, it tied the rope around the block and chains of the handcuffs.  Pulling the feet of the still unconscious officer into its lap, what was once Officer Mike pulled off Jason’s shoes and socks.  He smiled at the long, smooth bare feet before him, giggling as he drew a finger across the sole and saw the foot twitch. He used more of the rope to tie the ankles firmly together and then pulled the body closer to the elevator shaft. He eased the concrete block slowly over the edge. Officer Jason’s arms quickly followed the weight of the block and his body over the shaft at the waist.  The insane body that housed what remained of Mike waited and giggled in anticipation.

As Jason returned to consciousness, he found himself hanging over the open elevator shaft. “What the…” he exclaimed, startled, and pressed the palms of his cuffed hands against the walls of the shaft.  The weight of the brick prevented him from pulling his arms up. He tried to back his body up, but something that held him began to ease him over the edge. “What are you doing? Don’t!”

“I would hold on if I was you,” a strange voice giggled behind him. 

“Hold on?” Jason thought to himself.  With what.  But as his feet reached the edge, he automatically flexed his feet back to hold onto the edge.  With his palms pressed against the wall, taking up much of the weight, Jason was able to hold himself it place by his feet.  As his toes stained against the edge of the shaft, Jason realized his feet were bare, giving him a strong purchase to hold himself from dropping over.  “What was this guy up to?” he thought to himself.

A strange giggling voice sounded above him.  “Officer, Officer. Poor little Officer. What a position to be in. What a … ticklish … position to be in.”

Jason’s mouth fell open.  “No! You wouldn’t! Not that! Please!”

The giggling started again above him, but Jason struggled not to join in as he felt a finger trace a slow path from his heel to the ball of his stretched foot. He gritted his teeth against the ticklish sensation as the path repeated the opposite path down his other foot.  A grimace formed on his face as he struggled to keep from flexing his feet and losing his grip. 

“Tickle tickle tickle,” taunted the voice above him. “Officer down in a ticklish situation.”

Jason squirmed as his grimace turned into a grin and a giggle escaped from his lips. “No. Please. Stop that. Let me up. Please. Pull me up. I’ll let you go. Stop tickling me.  Pl—pleassee hee hhaa!”

Jason twisted from side to side as the tickling continued on his poor feet.  He found that if he leaned enough to one side, he could hold his place by one foot and clench the other briefly to get some relief from this tickling, but whenever he did this, his torturer tickled his other foot with greater intensity, forcing him to switch back to the other foot to regain his foothold before his other foot gave out.

The creature that was once Mike was enjoying itself immensely.  The long feet that hung from the edge before it were soft and very ticklish. The long toes were obviously tempting, but other than a few random strokes, it stayed away from them in order to draw out this game. It was amused to see how its victim was able to swing from side to side, allowing it to get slight relief by clenching one foot while hanging from the other.  It should have tied the toes together.  But this was fun. It could concentrate on one foot until Jason lost control and shifted his weight to one foot so he could clench one in temporary relief.  But once he did that, it brought both hands to bear on the remaining foot, trying to make it let go.  

Jason was reduced to helpless, pleading laughter.  He couldn’t last much longer.  The tickling was weakening him. As his strength was giving out to hold his arms against the wall. He would be forced to bear all his weight on his feet that were being unmercifully tickled.  Jason tossed his head back and forth, trying to toss the ticklish feeling out of his head, but it was useless.  It wasn’t going to be long.

His tormentor noticed his victim was weakening and slowed his tickling.  He wanted to stretch this out as long as possible. He was having too much fun. He still could not resist the occasional tracing of his finger across those deliciously long, delicate toes that strained to hold onto the ledge.  It smile to itself as it looked at the victim hanging below him. His eyes also traced the path of the rope around the ankles that stretched back to a column behind him.  Yes.  Once his victim inevitably gave out, he wouldn’t drop more than five feet before the rope would stop his fall.  Of course, Jason did not know that. He leaned over and blew softly on the quivering feet before him.  “Tickle, tickle, tickle” he sang, noticing that its member was growing in excitement.  It wondered if the same was true of the Officer.  

Maybe it would check that out later.  But for now, it was having just too much fun.