22 year old Dean's eyes could only see pitch darkness and he felt the dull fuzziness of some kind of drug. The last thing he remembered was coming back from the dance floor, a hot chick, a blonde with great tits who had asked him to dance and did they dance! Suddenly she was gone. Dean went back to the bar, his Sex on the Beach was still right there on the bar, a little watery. He picked it up and swallowed it down; he was always hot and thirsty after a vigorous dance. He could feel someone watching him. He glanced around, dozens of dudes and chicks laughing, talking, showing each other their new tats or piercings. Then he saw him.
A tall, slender guy wearing a leather jacket and shades leaning against the bar, not four feet to his left. Dean's left; he had looked everywhere but right under his own nose and Dean knew this asshole was staring at him.
Goddamned ****** motherfucker! Dean thought. "Can't get away from these creeps anywhere!"
6'2" Dean had always attracted the unwanted attention of Gay men. His short, dark hair and sultry brown eyes; thanks to Venezuelan mother, one glance could stop most men in their tracks, make straight women's heart skip a beat, and force lesbians to reconsider their preference, if only for one time. Like most young men of his status and physical attractiveness, he took the attention he got for granted and the getting of his own way to be his perfect right. Suddenly, the drink hit him hard and Dean felt whoozy and his legs collapsed from under him!
Again he moved his mouth, but his mouth was dry and he could make no noise except for a faint hiss. His head was firmly in place. His arms were out from his sides, he could feel some sort of restraints on his wrists and around the elbows. The restraints were of leather? He could not move them higher or lower. The chair he was seated in was a padded and held him up from the thighs. He felt the cool air against his bare butt. Reflexively, he flexed his sphincter. His heart began to pound and he snapped his virgin hole tight again and his dick and balls were all tied up, balls separated neatly from each other. There was no way to shake off whatever was holding them together. His knees were tied securely to posts, legs slightly bent, ankles secured with restraints which were somehow connected to bolts on the floor. His size 13 feet flexed, his long toes could barely touch the floor.
Dean heard a door shut and a deep male voice
"How ya doin' BOY!"
Dean instantly shook yelling "Fuck you!" and tried to sound defiant, but his throat tightened. His captor laughed.
"Fuckin' pussy!" the voice sneered.
Dean said, "What do you want? "
"Right now, I got what I want. Your ass!" said the man
Dean felt both of his nipples squeezed making him yell and struggle against his bonds, but they held fast. Now sweat began to cover his entire body. The man, his captor, just laughed, louder and louder.
"Might as well just relax dude, you're not going anywhere. Even if you could escape, you have no idea where you are. How do you know you're still in New York? Or even in the United States? Imagine yourself running around totally naked in the middle of nowhere.! Even if somebody spotted you, they wouldn't stop for some screaming naked guy, some goddamn nut case and if anybody did stop, it'd be some horny truckers who would just love to plow that sweet, pussy-boy ass of yours!"
Dean stopped struggling.
"I'll just keep you for awhile. Not long. Then, I'll let you go but I want a blow job." said the man
"I'm straight!" responded Dean
"I don't mind but reckon you need persuading." said the captor
Dean felt a finger poking into each of his hairy armpits, barely touching them. Dean bit into his lower lip as the two fingers began to wiggle slightly.
"MMmmpheerheh hehAHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The fingers burrowed deep into the sensitive pits. Dean yelled and cursed but then laughed.
"Awwww! Want me to stop tickling pussy boy's pits?" said the man
"YES!" yelled Dean as he giggled."HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Then his captor stopped. Silence. Dean felt real fear now, fear that filled him so deeply he could feel nothing else.. He was to afraid to talk, to ask, "Why?" or to plead for mercy, or even release. Strong fingers gripped his ribs and ticklish feelings shot through his body as he giggled more
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Dean could not stop himself from reacting
"Yeah, take it you little shit! Think you're a tough man, huh? You're just a boy!" said the man
His captor kept his tickling and verbal taunting of Dean going for a good ten minutes without a break. When the tickling torment stopped, Dean's sigh of relief quickly turned into a yelp of surprise when he felt his cock and balls being pulled down by an incredibly strong hand. Another hand whipped the restraints off his dick and balls and he sensed a fingertip grazing the head of his dick involuntarily making him hard
"Oh nooooo cried Dean.
The man released Dean's dick and balls. Then another sensation as he felt the tip of his throbbing dick being teased by he guessed the expertly applied feather wielded by his tormentor. This coupled with relentless feather tickling of his balls had Dean squirming as he couldn't believe that the tickling could get even more intense, but it did. When Dean got ready to come, his tormentor would ease up, just a little. Then start up all over again!
"AGGGGGHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAAHHAHAHA! STOP! STOP! STOOOOOOPPPPPPP! AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!
"Oh, it's going to get better and better! The more I do, the more ticklish you're gonna get, gonna edge you so bad you're gonna wish you'd sucked my dick and there's not a damn thing you can do about it! You're going to be here awhile so you might as well enjoy yourself!" the captor said
Dean yelled, laughed and cursed but his 8" got rock hard which added greatly to his shame and embarrassment. Dean felt like an animal, trapped and only capable of reacting to the teasing and tickling.
"What's that smell, it's pretty strong, oh fuck it's two big feet, yeah two big sweaty feet for sure, yeah pretty funky smelling here by the toes and Dean felt strong fingers playing with his toes
"AAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...."
Dean laughed like a demon now seemingly non-stop as the fingers stroked along the soles of his feet as he writhed in ticklish agony as fingers slid under and in between his toes continuously and stroked inside his high arches so hideously effectively and the tickler laughed himself and then Dean was hysterical feeling the wetness of he knew his captor's tongue darting and lapping all over his horribly ticklish big feet and Dean's laughter helplessly increasing as the tickling intensified when the tongue tickler licked the base of his toes and lick in between them, it was tortuous!
"Oohh...OHHHH Nooo! No you wouldn't, you CAN'T, not that!! Don't lick my fee-heheeheheeehe HAHAHAHAHAHA-STOP! Hahahahahaha, not that!! HAHAHA NOOOOO!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHstohahahahahaha."Hahahaha..ye-hesheeeheheee...AlRIGHT, ahahahahahahaha staaaaap enough PLEESE, ALRIGHT!!!" yelled Dean
"Man, I love tickling your feet, it get's you get so mad and you laugh like a fucking idiot. Don't you hate having another guy messing around with your big feet? Maybe I'll invite some guys over later to play with them, like to see that as it goes but for now I'm gonna tickle your toes, your soles as sweaty they have an addictive ripe taste!"
Dean wiggled his toes and scrunched up his toes as the sounds he made were inhuman.
"HAHAHAAHHAHAAAAAAAAARRRGH!!!N-N-NOOOOOOO!!!AHAHAHHAAAAHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!HaHaHAHAHAAHAHAHHHAAAHARRRRR! HAAAAAH-H--HELP!!!HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHHAHAAAARAARARARA!!!!!!
The tickles stopped and feeling dehydrated Dean given iced water through a straw and when thirst quenched his captor saying he'd not met any guy before quite so ticklish on his feet and gained such sadistic pleasure teasing him where? He asked and not answered stroked both feet again
"I said where are you most ticklish fucker, shall I keep tickling you here until you tell me?"
No Please. C'mon,HAHHAHAHAHHAHA STAHHAHAPA man, not there!"
"Not where? I'm asking you so say it, let me hear you say it!" taunted Dean's captor
"THERE!" yelled Dean hysterically as 'Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz' the electric toothbrush was activated and revolving bristles brushed the soles of Dean's feet
"I don't know where you mean!" said the captor
"HAHHAHAHAHHAANYAHHAHEHEHEEEEFEEEEEEEEETHAHAHHAHAAFEETAHAHAHASTOOPHAHHAHAFEET..FEET! HAHAHHAHAHA!"
"Oh here on your feet, well fingers a little tired needed a helping hand and figured this morning you'd have brushed your teeth but not your feet and I'd help you out and do it for you, it seems to really tickle you especially here under your toes, do you reckon you can stop wiggling them? Hmmm okay I guess not, you really got a great laugh, makes me excited hearing it, okay feeling breathless let's stop a while!"
Dean was breathless when the evil tickling too stopped! Then blackness! The syringe removed the captor let Dean sleep and upstairs from the cellar playroom made some calls. Dean awoke again and had been transferred to the playtable with stock attachment holding his feet, his toes tied back to little hooks embedded in the stocks themselves. His hands were held in place in the appropriate holes, while his head remained free and Dean saw men, dressed in leather, their heads covered with hoods in front of him. The tallest one, Dean guessed about 6'4", took a step forward.
"Ready to get serious, boy?" boomed the familiar voice as he with lubed fingers stroked Dean hard telling him the iced water had been laced with viagra so he'd have a hard dick and Dean's naked body trembled. All the men started to chuckle.The shortest one about 5'8" came forward and placed a clear cylinder around the hard cock and rawhide strips around the balls, separating them neatly. The top of the cylinder had a tube running from it and leading to a place behind Dean. The tall man nodded. Dean heard a switch flick on. Whatever was up his ass began to vibrate while the cylinder began to pulsate sensuously on his dick.
"Goddamn," said the short guy. "This boy sure takes to this stuff. Look at that dick!"
Everyone laughed and pointed. Dean so humiliated and powerless
"We're really gonna give it to you, kid." said someone
"Shit, you'll be lucky if we ever let you go!" another responded
"Look at that dick grow! Man, this little bitch is just cravin' it!" Involuntarily aroused and alive, Dean felt like his whole body had become a big, throbbing, sex organ.
"I sure hope you're ready for what's about to happen to you boy, we're gonna make you laugh like a hyena, like you've never in your lif laughed before!" said Dean's original captor
The men pounced on Dean and he literally screamed as every ticklish nerve in his body were suddenly and totally exposed.
"NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Dean could no longer form words, could not think about what happened in the past or what would happen in the future. Only the present was real and it was commanding him to laugh! Dean felt every ticklish spot, from below his neck to the soles of his ultra-sensitive feet being teased to the limit and beyond. The mechanical stimulation of his cock and prostate increased too. Between bouts of laughter, Dean managed to groan and growl. He was getting close, so close as the fingers assaulting him were tongues and a guy at each foot licking and sucking his toes driving him ballistic! He felt his load swell up from inside him like molten metal. Every cell in his body was hot, ready to explode from the build up of energy. Then the machinery ground to a halt. His captors stopped their tickling actions.
The men all laughed and sneered, Someone poured oil over Dean's sweat drenched back and spread it around with the help of the of the others. In no time, he was covered in it, his body taking on a hot shine and gleam which further aroused his captors. The action started again and he told the flavoured gel used only on his feet was delicious as they kept being massaged with it so every guy got to tongue bath so tongue tickle Dean's feet, it was hellish as tongues slid in between and under his toes and every guy having a different oral technique!
After hours and hours of the treatment, Dean was a mindless sex beast, a laughing screaming animal who wanted only one thing: to have an orgasm. A big one. The only time his tormentors let up was to let him drink, and every time he did, he felt a renewed heat over his entire body. His cock and balls were on fire! All the tickling nerves on his body were switched all the way on! Fuck it was unbearable! During one of his all to short breaks, he heard his original captor ask,
"Wanna cum BOY!"
"YES!"
"Yes. . . what?"
"Yes, sir!"
"You can do better than that!"
The room became silent. Dean knew, without having to be told, what he had to say next.
"Yes. . . Master."
"Okay guys we'll go for it!" the original captor said
Though all his tormentors wore leather hoods, Dean could tell they were all smiling. Dean's original captor lightly flicking a feather all over his skin and the light touch tickled Dean intensely and the original captor began to zero in on Dean's most sensitive feet. Dean was laughing hysterically and pleading for him to stop but was ignored me. He kept assaulting Dean's feet with the feather and then he used his fingers to torture Dean's feet. He drew little circles on his soles until all Dean could do was giggle uncontrollably then the other men got into their positions again, surrounding Dean. Their attentions were now slower and more deliberate. The machinery was switched on again and the pleasure was agony. Dean began to feel exhilarated in his torment
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Fuck I'm CUMMING! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!" Dean continued to laugh and moan as the cum shot out of him in long, white strands, an amount so large, three of the men whistled in sincere appreciation.
His original captor tickled Dean's balls. The machine kept stroking. Dean's face was a wild grimace of laughter an total agony.
"Stop," he pleaded. "HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Dean was going crazy!
"You wanted to cum. I'm just giving you what you wanted." the original captor said
The machine kept stroking and within seconds, everyone was back in their places. Dean would never have believed that his body could get more sensitive his screaming laughter filled the room. One guy took up a toothbrush in each hand, and began using one on Dean's stomach and the other on his exposed right size 13 foot. He attacked them mercilessly, and while he was using the brushes on Dean, another guy was rolling Dean's nipples with one hand, and working his ribs with the other.
A feather tickled his asshole and both armpits were tongue tickled as was his left foot. Dean driven into paroxysms of laughter, and begging, almost whining his plea for all the guys to stop their tickling but they wouldnt. As Dean shot spunk his body was drenched in sweat, saliva and gel. He was released from the stocks, injected again so knocked out and driven back the club where two bouncers paid $200 let two of Dean's abusers take him secretly to the back of the club and playroom area more frequented by men, gays and closets and in a darkened playroom lay him on a floor mattress dressed all but his big feet, bare they'd be attention seekers! Then they left.
A tall, slender guy wearing a leather jacket and shades leaning against the bar, not four feet to his left. Dean's left; he had looked everywhere but right under his own nose and Dean knew this asshole was staring at him.
Goddamned ****** motherfucker! Dean thought. "Can't get away from these creeps anywhere!"
6'2" Dean had always attracted the unwanted attention of Gay men. His short, dark hair and sultry brown eyes; thanks to Venezuelan mother, one glance could stop most men in their tracks, make straight women's heart skip a beat, and force lesbians to reconsider their preference, if only for one time. Like most young men of his status and physical attractiveness, he took the attention he got for granted and the getting of his own way to be his perfect right. Suddenly, the drink hit him hard and Dean felt whoozy and his legs collapsed from under him!
Again he moved his mouth, but his mouth was dry and he could make no noise except for a faint hiss. His head was firmly in place. His arms were out from his sides, he could feel some sort of restraints on his wrists and around the elbows. The restraints were of leather? He could not move them higher or lower. The chair he was seated in was a padded and held him up from the thighs. He felt the cool air against his bare butt. Reflexively, he flexed his sphincter. His heart began to pound and he snapped his virgin hole tight again and his dick and balls were all tied up, balls separated neatly from each other. There was no way to shake off whatever was holding them together. His knees were tied securely to posts, legs slightly bent, ankles secured with restraints which were somehow connected to bolts on the floor. His size 13 feet flexed, his long toes could barely touch the floor.
Dean heard a door shut and a deep male voice
"How ya doin' BOY!"
Dean instantly shook yelling "Fuck you!" and tried to sound defiant, but his throat tightened. His captor laughed.
"Fuckin' pussy!" the voice sneered.
Dean said, "What do you want? "
"Right now, I got what I want. Your ass!" said the man
Dean felt both of his nipples squeezed making him yell and struggle against his bonds, but they held fast. Now sweat began to cover his entire body. The man, his captor, just laughed, louder and louder.
"Might as well just relax dude, you're not going anywhere. Even if you could escape, you have no idea where you are. How do you know you're still in New York? Or even in the United States? Imagine yourself running around totally naked in the middle of nowhere.! Even if somebody spotted you, they wouldn't stop for some screaming naked guy, some goddamn nut case and if anybody did stop, it'd be some horny truckers who would just love to plow that sweet, pussy-boy ass of yours!"
Dean stopped struggling.
"I'll just keep you for awhile. Not long. Then, I'll let you go but I want a blow job." said the man
"I'm straight!" responded Dean
"I don't mind but reckon you need persuading." said the captor
Dean felt a finger poking into each of his hairy armpits, barely touching them. Dean bit into his lower lip as the two fingers began to wiggle slightly.
"MMmmpheerheh hehAHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The fingers burrowed deep into the sensitive pits. Dean yelled and cursed but then laughed.
"Awwww! Want me to stop tickling pussy boy's pits?" said the man
"YES!" yelled Dean as he giggled."HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Then his captor stopped. Silence. Dean felt real fear now, fear that filled him so deeply he could feel nothing else.. He was to afraid to talk, to ask, "Why?" or to plead for mercy, or even release. Strong fingers gripped his ribs and ticklish feelings shot through his body as he giggled more
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Dean could not stop himself from reacting
"Yeah, take it you little shit! Think you're a tough man, huh? You're just a boy!" said the man
His captor kept his tickling and verbal taunting of Dean going for a good ten minutes without a break. When the tickling torment stopped, Dean's sigh of relief quickly turned into a yelp of surprise when he felt his cock and balls being pulled down by an incredibly strong hand. Another hand whipped the restraints off his dick and balls and he sensed a fingertip grazing the head of his dick involuntarily making him hard
"Oh nooooo cried Dean.
The man released Dean's dick and balls. Then another sensation as he felt the tip of his throbbing dick being teased by he guessed the expertly applied feather wielded by his tormentor. This coupled with relentless feather tickling of his balls had Dean squirming as he couldn't believe that the tickling could get even more intense, but it did. When Dean got ready to come, his tormentor would ease up, just a little. Then start up all over again!
"AGGGGGHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAAHHAHAHA! STOP! STOP! STOOOOOOPPPPPPP! AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!
"Oh, it's going to get better and better! The more I do, the more ticklish you're gonna get, gonna edge you so bad you're gonna wish you'd sucked my dick and there's not a damn thing you can do about it! You're going to be here awhile so you might as well enjoy yourself!" the captor said
Dean yelled, laughed and cursed but his 8" got rock hard which added greatly to his shame and embarrassment. Dean felt like an animal, trapped and only capable of reacting to the teasing and tickling.
"What's that smell, it's pretty strong, oh fuck it's two big feet, yeah two big sweaty feet for sure, yeah pretty funky smelling here by the toes and Dean felt strong fingers playing with his toes
"AAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...."
Dean laughed like a demon now seemingly non-stop as the fingers stroked along the soles of his feet as he writhed in ticklish agony as fingers slid under and in between his toes continuously and stroked inside his high arches so hideously effectively and the tickler laughed himself and then Dean was hysterical feeling the wetness of he knew his captor's tongue darting and lapping all over his horribly ticklish big feet and Dean's laughter helplessly increasing as the tickling intensified when the tongue tickler licked the base of his toes and lick in between them, it was tortuous!
"Oohh...OHHHH Nooo! No you wouldn't, you CAN'T, not that!! Don't lick my fee-heheeheheeehe HAHAHAHAHAHA-STOP! Hahahahahaha, not that!! HAHAHA NOOOOO!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHstohahahahahaha."Hahahaha..ye-hesheeeheheee...AlRIGHT, ahahahahahahaha staaaaap enough PLEESE, ALRIGHT!!!" yelled Dean
"Man, I love tickling your feet, it get's you get so mad and you laugh like a fucking idiot. Don't you hate having another guy messing around with your big feet? Maybe I'll invite some guys over later to play with them, like to see that as it goes but for now I'm gonna tickle your toes, your soles as sweaty they have an addictive ripe taste!"
Dean wiggled his toes and scrunched up his toes as the sounds he made were inhuman.
"HAHAHAAHHAHAAAAAAAAARRRGH!!!N-N-NOOOOOOO!!!AHAHAHHAAAAHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!HaHaHAHAHAAHAHAHHHAAAHARRRRR! HAAAAAH-H--HELP!!!HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHHAHAAAARAARARARA!!!!!!
The tickles stopped and feeling dehydrated Dean given iced water through a straw and when thirst quenched his captor saying he'd not met any guy before quite so ticklish on his feet and gained such sadistic pleasure teasing him where? He asked and not answered stroked both feet again
"I said where are you most ticklish fucker, shall I keep tickling you here until you tell me?"
No Please. C'mon,HAHHAHAHAHHAHA STAHHAHAPA man, not there!"
"Not where? I'm asking you so say it, let me hear you say it!" taunted Dean's captor
"THERE!" yelled Dean hysterically as 'Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz' the electric toothbrush was activated and revolving bristles brushed the soles of Dean's feet
"I don't know where you mean!" said the captor
"HAHHAHAHAHHAANYAHHAHEHEHEEEEFEEEEEEEEETHAHAHHAHAAFEETAHAHAHASTOOPHAHHAHAFEET..FEET! HAHAHHAHAHA!"
"Oh here on your feet, well fingers a little tired needed a helping hand and figured this morning you'd have brushed your teeth but not your feet and I'd help you out and do it for you, it seems to really tickle you especially here under your toes, do you reckon you can stop wiggling them? Hmmm okay I guess not, you really got a great laugh, makes me excited hearing it, okay feeling breathless let's stop a while!"
Dean was breathless when the evil tickling too stopped! Then blackness! The syringe removed the captor let Dean sleep and upstairs from the cellar playroom made some calls. Dean awoke again and had been transferred to the playtable with stock attachment holding his feet, his toes tied back to little hooks embedded in the stocks themselves. His hands were held in place in the appropriate holes, while his head remained free and Dean saw men, dressed in leather, their heads covered with hoods in front of him. The tallest one, Dean guessed about 6'4", took a step forward.
"Ready to get serious, boy?" boomed the familiar voice as he with lubed fingers stroked Dean hard telling him the iced water had been laced with viagra so he'd have a hard dick and Dean's naked body trembled. All the men started to chuckle.The shortest one about 5'8" came forward and placed a clear cylinder around the hard cock and rawhide strips around the balls, separating them neatly. The top of the cylinder had a tube running from it and leading to a place behind Dean. The tall man nodded. Dean heard a switch flick on. Whatever was up his ass began to vibrate while the cylinder began to pulsate sensuously on his dick.
"Goddamn," said the short guy. "This boy sure takes to this stuff. Look at that dick!"
Everyone laughed and pointed. Dean so humiliated and powerless
"We're really gonna give it to you, kid." said someone
"Shit, you'll be lucky if we ever let you go!" another responded
"Look at that dick grow! Man, this little bitch is just cravin' it!" Involuntarily aroused and alive, Dean felt like his whole body had become a big, throbbing, sex organ.
"I sure hope you're ready for what's about to happen to you boy, we're gonna make you laugh like a hyena, like you've never in your lif laughed before!" said Dean's original captor
The men pounced on Dean and he literally screamed as every ticklish nerve in his body were suddenly and totally exposed.
"NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Dean could no longer form words, could not think about what happened in the past or what would happen in the future. Only the present was real and it was commanding him to laugh! Dean felt every ticklish spot, from below his neck to the soles of his ultra-sensitive feet being teased to the limit and beyond. The mechanical stimulation of his cock and prostate increased too. Between bouts of laughter, Dean managed to groan and growl. He was getting close, so close as the fingers assaulting him were tongues and a guy at each foot licking and sucking his toes driving him ballistic! He felt his load swell up from inside him like molten metal. Every cell in his body was hot, ready to explode from the build up of energy. Then the machinery ground to a halt. His captors stopped their tickling actions.
The men all laughed and sneered, Someone poured oil over Dean's sweat drenched back and spread it around with the help of the of the others. In no time, he was covered in it, his body taking on a hot shine and gleam which further aroused his captors. The action started again and he told the flavoured gel used only on his feet was delicious as they kept being massaged with it so every guy got to tongue bath so tongue tickle Dean's feet, it was hellish as tongues slid in between and under his toes and every guy having a different oral technique!
After hours and hours of the treatment, Dean was a mindless sex beast, a laughing screaming animal who wanted only one thing: to have an orgasm. A big one. The only time his tormentors let up was to let him drink, and every time he did, he felt a renewed heat over his entire body. His cock and balls were on fire! All the tickling nerves on his body were switched all the way on! Fuck it was unbearable! During one of his all to short breaks, he heard his original captor ask,
"Wanna cum BOY!"
"YES!"
"Yes. . . what?"
"Yes, sir!"
"You can do better than that!"
The room became silent. Dean knew, without having to be told, what he had to say next.
"Yes. . . Master."
"Okay guys we'll go for it!" the original captor said
Though all his tormentors wore leather hoods, Dean could tell they were all smiling. Dean's original captor lightly flicking a feather all over his skin and the light touch tickled Dean intensely and the original captor began to zero in on Dean's most sensitive feet. Dean was laughing hysterically and pleading for him to stop but was ignored me. He kept assaulting Dean's feet with the feather and then he used his fingers to torture Dean's feet. He drew little circles on his soles until all Dean could do was giggle uncontrollably then the other men got into their positions again, surrounding Dean. Their attentions were now slower and more deliberate. The machinery was switched on again and the pleasure was agony. Dean began to feel exhilarated in his torment
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Fuck I'm CUMMING! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!" Dean continued to laugh and moan as the cum shot out of him in long, white strands, an amount so large, three of the men whistled in sincere appreciation.
His original captor tickled Dean's balls. The machine kept stroking. Dean's face was a wild grimace of laughter an total agony.
"Stop," he pleaded. "HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Dean was going crazy!
"You wanted to cum. I'm just giving you what you wanted." the original captor said
The machine kept stroking and within seconds, everyone was back in their places. Dean would never have believed that his body could get more sensitive his screaming laughter filled the room. One guy took up a toothbrush in each hand, and began using one on Dean's stomach and the other on his exposed right size 13 foot. He attacked them mercilessly, and while he was using the brushes on Dean, another guy was rolling Dean's nipples with one hand, and working his ribs with the other.
A feather tickled his asshole and both armpits were tongue tickled as was his left foot. Dean driven into paroxysms of laughter, and begging, almost whining his plea for all the guys to stop their tickling but they wouldnt. As Dean shot spunk his body was drenched in sweat, saliva and gel. He was released from the stocks, injected again so knocked out and driven back the club where two bouncers paid $200 let two of Dean's abusers take him secretly to the back of the club and playroom area more frequented by men, gays and closets and in a darkened playroom lay him on a floor mattress dressed all but his big feet, bare they'd be attention seekers! Then they left.
