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Repost: Their Last Interrogation
Jerry had been mistaken, he now realized.
Face down, ass up - and nude - on a large cot in a wet stone dungeon, Jerry didn’t have much time to consider his error any further. Something oily was rubbed onto his feet, which stuck off of the end of the cot through the metal bars of the footboard; it felt like bags were tied over them and cinched at his ankles. His knees and thighs were tied to the vertical metal bars. His ass and genitals dangled above his bagged feet. His wrists were tied along his knees, folding his body into a triangle so his face was pressed into the mattress.
“It’s about time you showed up,” a husky woman’s voice said from behind him. There was nothing but a stone wall in his field of view. “Lewis told us you would be here three hours ago.”
Lou had talked.
Jerry cursed to himself - how long had they had him? He had responded right away to Lou’s distress call, and had believed he would arrive before they had begun to torture his partner. They had both passed rigorous interrogation defense assessments prior to assignment, and had each been captured in the past without breaking. What had these women done to his partner? Where was Lou?
“But, no matter,” the voice continued, moving around him. “You both belong to us now. We are going to break you until you tell us all that we ask, and then you will serve us for as long as you are physically able.”
Jerry did not speak. Lou was alive, that was good news. His feet began to tingle in the bags, like pop rocks snapping; he resisted the urge to flex his toes.
Who was “us” exactly?
Delicate touches began to trace along Jerry’s naked body, creating swaths of goosebumps in their wake. They stroked his exposed ear, his neck and shoulders. They stroked the length of his spine, up over his ass and back down, along the expanse of his back; they stroked his legs, up and down the tops and inside his thighs. They stroked his testicles, his dangling penis; they tickled his calves and his shins. Jerry counted six feathers; as they continued to tickle him, the sensations felt increasingly like electric shocks.
Jerry closed his eyes and steadied his breathing consciously as his body responded to the light tickles. His feet tingled stronger now, as if they were both asleep and rolled in wet pop rocks. The uncomfortable sensation made it harder to ignore the tickling of his ass and balls as the feathers continued to flick and stroke. The muscles in his ass cheeks cringed from the jolts of every feather’s touch on his body.
“Your partner began to laugh almost immediately,” the woman told him from behind. Perhaps she held the feather that twirled back and forth, back and forth, flicking endlessly in the center of his exposed anus. It twirled, the blade flicking the little pucker over and over. This was the most ticklish sensation jolting in his belly and Jerry struggled to refrain from squirming. His eyes began to tighten with strain as he stared at the wall.
“It was his ticklish scrotum,” she continued, and the feather spun and flicked downward from his anus to the back of his ball sack. Jerry’s body twisted as she swirled the feather around the sack, around and around. Flick flick draaaag. Flick. Twitch. “He just fell APART when I tickled his balls with this feather. You’re about to fall apart, too, you ticklish little boy. Cooochie cooochie cooo! I see you wiggling, tickle tickle. Definitely don’t laugh, though. Or you’re in for it. Tickle tickle tickle!”
Jerry concentrated on keeping his body relaxed and breathing, but knew he would fail soon. His body was almost wiggling as the five other feathers tickled him all over. He felt hot and his feet crackled; they felt swollen and sluggish in the bags.
The feathers found ticklish places on his nude body that he didn’t know about, each one a shock that jolted through him. Tips fluttered in his armpits, squeezing past the crevice where his arms tucked back to poke briskly with the shafts; he couldn’t close his arms tighter, and his eyes bulged. Other feathers tickled his left ear viciously with rapid flicks in the canal, the shell, and behind the ear. Long barbs stroked up and down his ass, through the crack and along the back of his scrotum - the constant brush of feathers overwhelmed him with frantic twitching. His body twisted and jerked - a slick, funny feeling grew in his stomach. His throat tightened.
“You helpless ticklish little boy,” the woman teased him. “You aren’t any stronger than your partner, hmm? Just a little tickle tickle here,” she flicked his balls, “...and here…” she twirled her feather on his twitching taint, “...and a coochie coochie coooooo…”
Feathers danced all over his body as he struggled vainly away from the tickling all over him. One feather wiggled under his chest and throat, flicking on his nipples. Two traced up and down the nerves that ran along either side of the ribcage, from trap muscles to the sciatic nerve; up and down, up and down. He almost bucked as the ticklish electricity convulsed through his back muscles. More feathers tickled gently through his forest of leg hair, activating ticklish goosebumps as he pressed his face harder into the bed.
“Huh huh huh,” Jerry panted out of his cheeks, trying not to close his eyes against the nagging, endless tickles. “Huh huh HRrrrnnn.”
“Don’t laugh, Jeremiah.”
“Huh hurRRRrrrnn… huh huh… hURRR huh huh,” he continued to pant, tiny laughs coughing out of his pursed lips. His eyes snapped closed. “KRRrrnnn huh huh hurrRRRRnnnn huh huh.”
“Doooon’t laaauughhh.”
Feathers continued to tickle all over his naked body, stroking and poking like ticklish whispers into every trembling crevice and soft patch of skin. He strained and wriggled, his big, thick body rippling with the need to relieve the pressure of laughter in his throat. Tickling rippled along his back, under his legs and into his jiggling belly. He jerked around his belly, pulling away, which pushed his ass harder into the stroking feather blades; he clenched uselessly, wiggling back and forth.
“Jeremiiiiiaaaahhhh,” the voice teased. “I’m coming to geeeeet yoooouuuu.” He cringed despite not knowing what was coming. He held his breath, laughter banging on the back of his throat.
“Look what I brooouuuggghhht!”
He opened his eyes to see Lou, tossed to the bed on his back, each wrist tied to an ankle and elbow to knee. He was gagged but turned his head to see Jerry, and the panic in his teary eyes gave his partner chills. Lou didn’t even register remorse - his wide eyes darted from Jerry to the people tickling Jerry with feathers. He began to beg into his gag, eyes seeking to meet those of their tormentors so they would see his desperation; panic flooded Jerry at the sight of Lou’s desperate pleading.
“PFEEEEFFF!! MOHH MOOHH PEECKWEEHEENG! MOOHH MOOHH!”
The shock and fear broke Jerry’s concentration and a stream of silent giggles escaped his throat, his body still under attack from tickling feathers. Silent laughter jerked his shoulders as he tried to keep his eyes on Lou.
“Heeeehehehehehehheheheheheeeeh,” he breathed, constricting his torso to press the air out quietly. It gave some relief but he flexed away from the feathers stroking his thighs and ribs.
Jerry watched his partner as two women in dark clothing tilted him up onto his ass so that they could tie his ankles/wrists to the top of the foot board. Lou’s arms stretched along his splayed knees, and hands flexing on either side of his bagged feet; his genitals, exposed and resting on the mattress, were tight with nervous arousal.
The women both moved to the foot of the bed, one crouching low and the other leaned over the railing of the foot of the bed to stare down over Lou’s erect penis. The women could look right into Lou’s eyes from between his legs. Jerry could see his partner’s body, legs and arms; his head and feet were out of the peripheral of his vision. Lou’s cock poked up just far enough for it to catch Jerry’s eye.
Jerry felt himself harden at the sight of his partner’s involuntary erection. A long-time member of the kink community, Jerry had two submissive boys of his own at home. The humiliating language and exposing bondage touched on the right things for Jerry; in the past he had viewed his private experience with pain and ordeal an advantage in these situations. As his erection grew, Jerry now felt himself at a disadvantage.
He felt increasingly nervous, and aroused, and thus, more and more ticklish. There were feathers working him over, tickling into his thigh creases and flicking his ball sack. Stroking his ass and belly, looping down under the ass cheeks and along the groin. They sawed the feathers along the tendons between his balls and thighs, twirling them up and down the sack intermittently. Jerry’s eyes squeezed shut with the effort of keeping his laughter silent as shivering giggles crashed through him.
“It looks like both boys are happy to be here!” the woman said from behind him. “Jeremiiiaaahhh, what a big COCK you have!” Fingernails scribbled teasingly against the head of his dangling penis and Jerry’s body jerked him into the bed hard - a squeal became a deep groan as the fingers tickled his erect penis head. “Of course it’s ticklish too! You two are just the most ticklish men I’ve ever seen! Tickle tickle, little dick. Coochie coo!”
“mmmMMMRRRRRR HHRRRPPHRRPHRRPHRR RRRHURRHURRRHURR!!” Jerry cackled into his clenched jaws, the head-tickling combined with the full-body feather tickling finally cracking him. He wiggled back and forth, laughing, as feathers tickled his thighs and his sides and his belly, and fingers darted teasingly over the very tip of his erect, dangling penis head. He was overwhelmed with the ticklish sensations and struggled mightily to keep his teeth together.
Lou’s laughter, intense and immediately hearty, echoed his partner’s. The woman leaning over the railing used one hand to tickle his swollen head lightly and the other to feather his balls.
“Leewwwiiissss!!” the brunette teased as her feather flicked and twirled up and down his sack, tickling the creases. Fingers darted lightly and briefly on his penis, then pulled back. Pause. Tickle again. She repeated this light teasing, his whole body convulsing with shrieking laughter each time her fingers touched him.
“mmMRRROOO!! WWHAAAHAAAHAAA! Hahahahah AAAHAHAHAHA!! Noooahahahha AAAHAHAHAHA! ” Lou cried, throwing his head back in agony. He kicked and shook, his head tossing each time she touched him with her fingers.
What Jerry couldn’t see was that the other brunette used two feathers to tickle up and down the backs of his thighs and ass; they reached under, wriggling toward his anus. They flicked and darted up into the backs of his knees; she was able to work freely beneath her partner who leaned in from above. Lou was beside himself, laughing too hard to beg into the gag; his eyes squeezed shut as air pressed out of him in hearty guffaws. The tickling was absolute torture for Lou.
Jerry’s erection began to swell. The feathers had all migrated to his ass, legs and genitals, flicking and stroking, stabbing and sliding in and out of sensitive creases. The hand had stopped tickling his head, and was replaced with feathers that traced up slowly up and down his shaft. His feet kicked in their bags, the skin definitely swollen and hot to the touch; he could feel where every crackle in the plastic rested wetly on each foot.
The bag cinches were cut and the bags removed, the plastic dragging along his skin - the soft touch tickled so much that he yelled and kicked his feet. What had they DONE? The air itself crackled on his feet and he flexed his toes - they were slightly swollen, the skin feeling tight.
Lou, curled desperately around his tickled balls, managed to open his clenched eyes in fear at the sensation of the bags coming off of his feet. Jerry could see the strained laughter interrupted by a moment of panic before Lou was lost again to hysterics. His head hung in defeat as he laughed into his gag, still kicking mightily every time his penis was tickled.
“Jeremiiaaahhh it looks like these little toes are ready! The oil we rubbed on them irritates the skin and forces it to swell, intensifying the sensitivity of the nerves. Lewis remembers! Are your ticklish toes afraid like Lewis, Jeremiah? Hmm? Ahh, tickle tickle toes! Tickle tickle!”
Feathers began to flick up and down his soles, heels to toes. They felt like knives slicing up and down the wrinkles in his soles, slashing at the agitated nerves.
“BAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAA!!” Jerry burst out, his hilarious guffaws escalating to howling as feathers began to poke into the wrinkles, stabbing instead of stroking. “NO!! NO aha aha hahaha NO hahaha NO pl - EASE!” he begged. “PLEEEAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!” The sensation was unbearable.
His feet flailed uselessly dangling off of the bed as feathers stroked and poked, without rhythm, up and down his soles. They flicked at his toes, which clenched to protect their stems. His laughter quickly went silent as the feathers traced up and down the tops of his feet, poking the crevices between the tucked toes; no matter how he moved, feather tips kissed and stroked his tender feet.
His clenched toes began to tire, and the relentless feathers poked farther and farther. He desperately tried to protect the ticklish spaces under his toes; his belly trembled with the anticipation. Jerry shook his body in earnest, desperate to escape the horrendous tickling on his feet even though the women were barely touching him.
Lou was shrieking so loudly that Jerry strained to look. He couldn’t see how Lou was being tickled, and thus didn’t know that one woman had hooked his large toes back as far as they could go so that the other could tickle the balls and under his twitching toes with feathers.
Jerry heard one of the women tickling Lou speak.
“What a total mess, Lewis! Look at poor Jerry! LOOK! Coochie coochie - NO! Look at HIM! Look what you did to Jerry, you big baby! Just from little tickle tickle tickles! We have to gag you so you don’t give all your secrets up before we can tickle them out of this big oaf! Watch him laugh, Lewis! Tickle tickle!”
Tears poured out of the eyes of both men as they laughed themselves hoarse, eyes connecting. Jerry wanted to be mad at Lou, and increasingly wanted to kill his partner for setting him up for the ambush that led to this interrogation. Jerry was not sure how long he could handle being tickled like this, so he couldn’t feel angry, or sad... and he couldn’t breathe. He felt like he was drowning.
Lou wanted to feel guilty, or remorseful - he would have apologized, if he could have. But all of his energy was focused on laughing his head off as he watched two beautiful brunettes tickle him with feathers. His smaller toes waved and wiggled uselessly as the blades sawed between them.
As he thrashed in his own ticklish agony, Jerry’s erection grew from listening to Lou’s keening desperation - and it did not go unnoticed. “I can see your big boonnneeerr Jeremiah!”
He cackled as six feathers tickled his sensitized feet and exposed asshole, one dipping to stroke up and down his shaft. “I think you like when we tickle your partner! Tickle tickle Lewis! Look at this big dick grow!”
Lou’s laughter subsided and he gasped for air. Each of the women took one of his feet into one hand, and they twirled the feathers menacingly in front of Lou’s face as he shook his head and begged for them not to tickle him.
“PFFEEEEFFFF huh huh huh huh MOH MMUUUURRR huh huh pffeeeeff bomt pfeckle!” he cried, wheezing. As he watched Lou beg for mercy around his gag, Jerry’s erection ached.
“mmMMOOOOO HOOO HOOO WWAAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The women at Lou’s feet hooked one finger into his second toes - they pulled back, finding almost no resistance, and began again to tickle the balls and toes of his feet with the feathers. Flick flick flick the feathers danced over and between the toes and across the balls as his begging was drowned by tickled laughter. Lou screeched and giggled, his head falling back down to his chest as his stretched feet were feathered.
Feathers continued to poke and stab into the tight spaces of Jerry’s weakly clenched toes - they were getting further and further in. His laughter was giggly and hysterical, the tickling between his toes filling him with giddy anticipation; knowing it was going to tickle more in a minute made him laugh harder now.
“Pleeaaassseee,” he whined softly, unable to clench his jaw any more - the laughter came. “Haha AHAHAHA huh huh huh haHAHAHA uuNNGGAAA HAHAHAHA!!”
A hand reached around his erection and gently squeezed it, sending an erotic shock up his belly; he would have groaned if his throat weren’t full of hoarse laughter. His toes flexed in his moment of weakness and the feathers swooped in, scrubbing blades on the exposed webbing between them. Giddy hysterics wracked Jerry’s body as feathers sawed in his toes.
Feathers swept up and down the insides of his thighs, goosing the sides of his hanging balls so that he wiggled his ass; they danced up the scrotum and flicked into his anus so that he hollered, laughing louder. Then back down to either side, twirling. Jerry’s balls swayed slightly with his ineffective efforts to wiggle away, the feathers following easily.
The hand began to grab him, slowly, firmly feeling around the heft of his full erection. He may have orgasmsed quickly if it werent for the relentless ticklish feathering of his feet and balls; the hand did not rub, it just squeezed. The added feeling of an orgasm building in his stomach forced renewed gufffaws out of his gaping mouth.
“Tickle tickle little Lewis! What ticklish toes he has! Look at him cry, Jeremiah! You two are a ticklish mess! Coochie coochie coo!”
Addled, Jerry glanced over at his partner. Waves of erotic charge grew in his belly as he watched his friend sob and laugh, eyes pouring and curled around his involuntary erection. Deep in his belly, despite the waves of laughter, Jerry grew ever closer to orgasm.
“Coochie coo boys! Tickle tickle, we are going to tickle you to death! Tell us your secrets, Jeremiiiaahhh! Leeewwiiiisss!! Tickle tickle secrets! Come out, come out wherever you aarree!”
The women tickling Lou’s feet flipped the feathers around and used the quills to dab lightly at the crevices where his toes grew from his feet. The tickling was sharp and relentless, zapping up his legs. Feathers in their free hands began to ruthlessly jab and poke into his ass, flicking up over his balls. Jab jab poke, flick … flick. Jab jab, poke. Poke. Flick. Flick flick.
Lou fell apart.
“PAAAAAAPHAHAHAHAH! FAAAWWW TAAAHAHAHAKAAAA! Huh huh PAAAAAAPFFF! UWWWW TAAAWWWKK!”
The moment Lou surrendered, two feathers began to swirl firm shafts into Jerry’s exposed anus. It tickled in his balls and stomach, straightening his cock like a soldier. Sexy little Lou, blonde and beefy, a good family man, being strung up and humiliated, forced to come, and surrender, was the hottest thing Jerry had ever seen. Combined with the duress of the torture and the soft prodding of his asshole, Jerry was awash with involuntary arousal.
Jerry came harder than he had ever come in his life. They did not stop tickling him while he came, but for several full moments he could only feel the orgasm. It was a brief respite that ended with brutal tickle torture.
The hand continued to hold his penis, climbing up to rub a thumb firmly, repeatedly, beneath the head of the spent dick. It was the worst tickle he had ever known, and he began to beg, the sound quickly overcome by desperate laughter.
“Huh HUH HUH NUHHOAAAHAHAHAHAAAHAA NOOHOHOHOOOO STTAAAAAAHHHAHAHAA! WHAAAAAHAAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAA!”
The feathers in his anus continued to flick, poking deeply into the puckered orifice; the feathers on his feet sawed and stroked up and down endlessly, slicing against the kicking soles.
“I KNEW you liked it! Naughty ticklish boy! Are you ready to give up too? Give up, Jeremiah. I’m going to tickle this penis until you give! Give give give! Tickle tickle willy! Give up Jeremiah! Jerehhmiiiaaahhh, coochie coooooo!”
Jerry wailed in ticklish agony, the jolts racing up his penis combined with the hot jabs on his feet squeezed air out of him, and he couldn’t get more air; he felt giddy and dizzy, and he couldn’t breathe. Laughter poured freely from him, as if a dam had broken. His face, wet with tears, ached from straining, silent shrieking.
Lou hung limply in his bondage and sobbed. His gag was removed and he glanced over at his big partner as they tortured him. Veins popped out of his face and neck, twisted up at him, eyes squeezing out fat tears that ran down his laughing cheeks. Jerry continued to shriek and wiggle as his asshole and feet were feathered, and one mean thumb tickle-rubbed his spent penis.
A tall, sultry woman in a tight black suit walked around the side of the bed where she could be seen by both panting, sweaty men. She smiled and knelt down, wielding a feather as she met Lou’s eyes.
“What did you want to tell me, Lewis? Did you forget? That’s okay, I’ve got time.”
The feather dipped down between his legs and flicked his balls. Lou - eying her silently - twitched. The feather teased first one ball, then the other, then back again; it tickled up to the penis head and flicked there, over and over and over. Flick flick flick. Lou’s eyes closed. It leapt from the penis to his right armpit, and he leaned away, smiling. Her other arm reached around his back and caught his left armpit, tickling hard as he leaned into her hand.
Laughter suddenly cracked Lou’s face open and he struggled as his armpits were tickled. Hard, poking tickles in his left armpit and rapid feather tickles in the right. The brunettes at his feet tickled his penis and balls, two flicking the swollen head, two curling under his balls, poking his taint. Flick flick, poke poke poke.
“Oh NOOOOOAAAAAHHH!! AAAAHHHHH STAAAAHHAHAHA!” Lou shrieked, thrashing.
“Tell me your seeeecrets, Leewiiiiss! Tickle tickle, are they hiding in these pits? Seeecreeets! Are you in the ticklish pits? Coochie coochie coo! Leewwwissss! Talk to me! Tell me a seeeecret!”
Lou was agonized by forced screaming laughter. His head fell back and he howled.
Jerry couldn’t handle the penis-pinching. His back bent and strained to pull away from the metal bars, to escape the fingers on his dick; the feathers that continued to tickle his ass and balls and feet flicked and stroked and dabbed while he wiggled and shrieked. Every touch was an electric shock straight to his ticklish head.
As he writhed, Jerry knew he was not going to last; he would have tried to talk to stop the relentless rubbing on his head, but he couldn’t even think of what to say, let alone get words past the forced cackling. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe; snapshots of Lou’s head tossing back and forth faded in and out of his vision as it blurred.
The hand let go of his penis and turned up, attacking his folded belly and hips with jabbing, tickling fingers. Breathless, silent laughter heaved out of him and strained his chest as Jerry let out a series of laughing coughs and a final wheeze before losing consciousness.
As his partner passed out, Lou’s head was tossed back, mouth agape with his own defeated, hoarse cackles.
He ached to come but knew that it would only make him more sensitive: they had tickled him already for two days. As they mostly used feathers, his body recovered quickly allowed them to tickle him almost constantly. They had tickled him without a break, and woke him immediately if he passed out, for thirty-six hours - deliriously, after days of solitary relentless tickling, when asked directly if his partner would answer a distress signal, Lou had nodded.
Now, he was alone again.
The woman tickling his armpits switched her tactics, using quills to lightly stroke through his pits and down his ribs and sides; long swoops of pointy caresses sent electric shocks through his body and his torso wiggled. The brunettes at his feet continued to tickle his ass and balls and penis with flicks and strokes, being sure to jab and torment the taint and crevices at his thighs. His legs twitched, knees knocking back and forth only inches despite his whole body effort.
“AHA!” The woman said, softly, in Lou’s ear. “We have lost your partner and it’s just us again, Lewis! Tickle tickle armpits! Tickle tickle balls! I thought you had something to teeeell me, Lewis? Spill your guts little boy, tell me everything! I might give you a little breeeeaaaak if it’s juuuuuicccyyyyy!”
Lou shook silently, face creased with strain and wet with tears and his own saliva. They gave him just enough opportunity to breathe so that he did not pass out, while still tickling him almost constantly; intermittently, the five women tickling him with feathers would drop everything and attack him with their fingers. They jabbed and scratched and poked brutally, rubbing in his hips and thigh creases, and his armpits; they massaged his ribcage and his flanks. Lou’s body thrashed uselessly and he screamed with laughter - sometimes they tickled just long enough to get him to scream, sometimes non-stop for several minutes - until they returned to feathering his balls, feet and armpits.
“WHAAAAHAHAHAAA! SEEEHHAAHAHAHAA!!! STAAHAHAAP! ...huh huh secrets!!... SeeeEEEAAAHAHAH.. .crets! STAAAHHHHPAHAHAHAA!” Lou begged, barely able to wheeze words out through laughter.
The tickling stopped. Lou closed his eyes, gasping and wheezing. “YES! Huh huh eerrrrggghhh no! Huh Jerr-- huh huh huh. Jerry knows huh huh the huh access codes. I don’t… don’t know anything.”
“Leewwisss….I don’t believe you.”
They woke Jerry with smelling salts and viciously tickled both men, reviving and tickling them again and again. They had plenty of time.
