Mostly underwear and stockings, some chains and other weird bondage stuff. But I wasn't interested in any of that. I walked straight up to the counter, to the little gray-haired man sitting there, smoking a pipe. He looked up at me from the newspaper he was reading and said stiffly,

"If you aren't going to buy anything, get out." 

I smirked at him wryly, "Sanders sent me, he said that would be enough for you." 

He looked up at me with a mischievous twinkle in his bluish eyes, "the bathroom is in the back," he pointed behind the counter to a door that was obviously locked, "here's the key." he handed me a two keys on a chain, and went back to his paper.

"ok...?" I began, but then I understood what he meant. I took the keys and went behind the counter to the "bathroom" and unlocked the heavy door. On the other side of the door, there wasn't a bathroom, but a whole other store. It was much larger and brighter than the lingere shop, and definitely did not sell underwear. As soon as I opened the door, the sound of hysterical laughter hit me from all sides. All around the shop were devices, machines or tools used in the art of tickle torture, and tied to nearly each of them was a helpless boy, all college aged, being forced to be an example for the display.

I closed the (Obviously soundproofed) door behind me and stepped fully into the room. As I did, a young african American man, with a bald head and bright white smile walked up to me and grasped my hand in a firm handshake.

" Hello sir, Im Teo. Welcome to the tickling curiosity and machines shoppe, how may I be of assistance?" he had an obvious lisp, and a strong voice. 

"whoa," I said, still shocked of the whole thing, "when Sanders said a tickle torture shop he didn't mention..." I began.

" That it would be this large?" he finished, chuckling, "we pride ourselves in having he largest selection of Tickling-torture devices In the city." he stretched his hand all about the room.

"yea." I said simply. 

"If you’d like, I could give you a general tour?"

"that'd be nice." I smiled weakly, it was as if I had fallen into heaven.

He led me to the nearest machine, where a poor blonde boy with a lean twinkish body was tied spread eagle to an X-shaped rack on the wall. He wore pants, but his shoes and shirt had been taken off. As a large feather duster rotated beneath his feet, two more spun circles in his armpits. He was laughing harder than anyone I'd heard in a long time, and begged for a break. He was covered in sweat and tears rolled down his face. It was obvious that he had pissed his pants. 

"this is our basic machine." said Teo, "Two small motors rotate the dusters to tickle his feet and armpits as you can tell, and can be adjusted to tickle his chest, abdomen, flanks, and thighs." as if to prove his point. He rotated one of the feather dusters from the boys' armpits to where it hovered over his chest, tickling both nipples and his pecs. He laughed even harder, as his nipples grew hard almost immediately and the stream of pleas came at a steadier pace. 

"this is good for general tickle torture, most of our devices are a bit more, creative." Teo smiled wryly at me. "you like?" he asked the boy, raking his hands over his hard abdomen.

"please... No more... Break..." he managed to get out between bouts of laugher. 

" in an hour or so..." Teo chuckled, giving his ribs one more squeeze before we moved on to the next exhibit. There, a boy, a little bit older than the last with an Amish haircut and beard had his hands tied together above his head to a bungee cord and his feet below him in the same way. He wore nothing but a jockstrap, which strained beneath the force of an enormous bulge.  In front of him and behind him were Two plastic walls covered in long and stiff feathers. The tips of the feathers wouldn't have actually touched him, but he was bouncing back and forth on the cords, propelling his pits, chest, abs, groin, thighs and toes into one wall as he bounced forward, and his flanks, butt and inner thighs into the other as he bounced backwards. He was in a sort of self-tickle state, where the more he squirmed to get away from the tickling, the more intense it became. He giggled, and gasped for air as his body was racked by hundreds of feathers on either side.

"here, we have a more creative tickle device." said Teo, we had to look in from the either side of the plastic/feather walls. "it uses the own sensitivity of the subject against him. The more ticklish the subject, the more tickling the machine does. Very good for any ultra sensitive men in your life." he winked at me. I smiled. " It also comes with foot support..." he pulled a smaller plastic block from behind the display, also covered in feathers, and placed in beneath the boys' feet. His giggle escalated into a laugh, as his feed bounced in and out of the wall of feathers, propelling him deeper into either wall in front and behind him. He laughed even harder. 

"be careful to leave their underwear on until the end though..." Said Teo, pulling the poor boy's jockstrap to his knees. His erect dick popped out like a flagpole, diving directly into the sea of feathers in front of it. The boy screamed in uncontrollable lust, and inadvertently began thrusting his hips forward trying to get off. Unfortunately for him, his only made him laugh more, as the tickling intensified and he reached a climax

"although it may increase the intensity of the torture..." suddenly the boy yelled and cummed, directly into a cup Teo had placed their earlier. "it does allow the victim pleasure, but it is a creative milking method." we moved on to the next booth, leaving the breathless boy bouncing there , his dick quickly growing  hard again in the tantalizing sensations of the feathers.

The next booth, a more athletic built boy, with a cute buzz cut was immobilized in a Y formation on a large box on the wall, with braces at his wrist, ankles, knees, elbows, waist and neck to keep him from moving much at all. He was drenched in sweat. Robotic like claws came out from the box and scratched him in nearly every ticklish spot possible. He was completely naked, and the claws tickled him behind the neck, on his chest, his nipples, armpits, flanks, abdomen, bellybutton, waistline, his spine line, his inner and outer thighs, his ballsac, his shaft and head, behind his balls, his buttcrack, his knees, his arches, his toes, and his soles. They left no place bear of their merciless clawing.

"this is one of my favorites, " said Teo, "we call it the spiders fetish. It utilizes a single motor to move all of these little claw things and tickle every spot on the victim. Also, unlike the last exhibit, it will not allow the victim to climax when it is on low or medium speed. If you allow that to happen, just set the speed to high." with that, he clicked the speed on the machine to medium (it was on low before) and the claws began raking faster across the poor boys soft skin. He laughed harder and moaned loudly, and tried to thrust his hips up, but the brace around his waist and knees wouldn't allow him to. His laughs and moans mixed from then on, as the machined tickling prevented him from climaxing. Teo Laughed,

" It looks like you're enjoying that Timmy," he said to the boy demeaningly, flicking the tip of his dick as he did. 

TimMoaned loudly and begged between laughs to cum, but Teo wouldn't just chuckled some more and we moved on to the next exhibit. 

To be continued...