tickling2death
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Each bloodshot eye screamed through its salty, turbid prison, but its cries amounted to nothing more than silent tears—tears that only made the enveloping puddles deeper and deeper.
The boy’s tear-filled eyes were open—wide open—and he could see, but he saw nothing. His vision was imprisoned in blurry patches of gray and white that swelled and danced throughout his visual field—passing in and out of the margins into nothingness.
The boy’s eyes glistened as fluorescent light shimmered and reflected off of each motionless sphere. Only his pupils reacted. His eyeballs remained locked in place.
Tucked inside of the boy’s two eye-sockets were metallic clamps that stretched and fanned out the delicate skin of his upper and lower eyelids. The metal clamps prevented the boy from closing his eyes, and condemned each eyeball to drown in its own tears.
The frame holding the eye-clamps in place extended beyond the boy’s eyelids and eye-sockets. It enclosed portions of face in metallic tubes and hydraulic pistons—snaking around the contours of the boy’s chiseled face—diving in and out of each orifice, stretching and paralyzing each portion of flesh it came into contact with.
Several inorganic tentacles had made a home inside the boy’s mouth—forcefully stretching open boy’s mouth until it appeared that his lips were about to rupture. The boy’s tongue was fastened down and stretched at the base of his mouth—allowing for the fleshy surface to be exposed and explored. The boy’s uvula was held in place as well—preventing him from swallowing.
The boy’s shoulders and head were further paralyzed by a leather neck brace that stretched out his slender neck and throat, exposing his sensitive skin. The brace consisted of four metal pistons and two leather-padded rings. The top ring fit snuggly under the boy’s jaw and the lower ring wrapped around his chest and shoulders—exposing as much skin as possible while making sure that he was completely motionless. The teen’s torso was violently contorted and stretched out in a convex arc. With every breath, the boy’s rib cage expanded and contracted with fear—struggling. With every staggered breath, his belly button rose and fell a few inches—the only visible moment apart from his pupils dilating and his lungs compressing and expanding. His arms were stretched in opposing directions, and his fingers were enclosed within padded rings that held them in place and spread them out—immobilizing them and preventing him from flexing his tendons.
The teen’s thighs were tightly flexed and held wide open by straps and leather padded pipes—exposing his taint, cock, and asshole. The boy’s cock was pulsating but unable to move. The boy’s pulsating shaft was stretched towards the ceiling by a slender brace—similar to the one around the boy’s neck. At the top of the brace was the boy’s plump, purple cockhead—pulled as far away from the boy’s crotch as was possible. The lips of the boy’s beating, plump mushroom cockhead were kissed by several leather-padded clamps that snuggly tucked inside the boy’s piss slit and opened it wide for exploration. The clamps mirrored those that held his mouth in place and stretched his lips—exposing his sensitive gums, uvula, tongue, and pearly whites.
The teen boy’s feet were given special treatment. The tip of each toe was clamped in a metal frame that immobilized and pulled the sensitive digit backwards, and the base of each toe was clamped and pulled back—ensuring that his toes were completely motionless. His heels were held firmly in place by leather pads, and his toes were incredibly sensitive, and were begging for the most elaborate preparations.
The high school boy had been recently knocked out in order for his plump, paralyzed toes to undergo a procedure where each toenail was gently polished down and to ensure that his gorgeous, sensitive toes were exposed to as much ticklish stimulation as possible—maximum surface area, maximum tickling. Since the procedure, the teen’s stretched out toes were practically bursting at the seams from being stretched out. Each of the boy’s naked nail beds were coated in excessive lubricant. The slippery flesh was given maximum ticklish stimulation with spinning feathers stroking and feathering the ticklish surfaces. Electric flossers and feathers gently explored in between the gaps where his toenails used to be—causing the boy to silently sob from how ticklish his exposed toenail beds were. As the feathers glided inside the crevices at the edges of each youthful nail bed, the boy‘s cock pulsated violently and leaked precum.
The relentless tickling continued to torment the helpless boy, his body writhing in agony as his screams were muffled by the apparatus that held his mouth open. The feathers danced across his tight, bare, and lubricated flesh, sending waves of unbearable ticklish sensations coursing through his entire body. The feathers teased and gently glided through the crevices in between his plump nail beds; and electric flossers polished the tips of his swollen, sweaty toes. More oil continued to be applied, amplifying the intensity of the tickling torment.
As the hairbrushes ravaged the boy’s meaty flesh, the boy’s desperate laughter filled the room, intermingled with gasps for air. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the sweat that drenched his trembling body. The combination of pleasure and agony twisted his expression into a contorted mask of suffering.
His pulsating cock, a testament to his body’s conflicted response, leaked copious amounts of precum, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. Each touch, each stroke of the feathers on his sensitive skin, sent electric jolts of pleasure and torment through his restrained form.
Minutes turned into hours, and the boy’s pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. The sadistic tickling continued unabated, pushing him to the edge of his endurance. But there was no escape, no respite from the unrelenting assault on his senses. He was going to die.
As the tickling execution escalated, the focus shifted to the most sensitive part of the boy’s anatomy—the inside of his engorged, pulsating cock. With the aid of copious amounts of lube, dozens of thin, specialized tickling tools, designed to explore the depths of his ticklish urethra slithered inside; they teased and tickled the sensitive walls inside his cock, sending waves of agonizing pleasure through the boy’s exposed and restrained member.
His body convulsed uncontrollably, a symphony of laughter and moans escaping his lips as the tickling sensations ravaged his cock. At the tip of his cock, the lubricated lips of his urethra trembled from the overwhelming pleasure of being tickled inside and out. The tickling-induced pleasure pushed the teen to the brink of insanity, his mind teetering on the edge of oblivion. His heart pounds erratically, pushed to its limits. As seconds turn into minutes, the boy’s laughter transforms into a raspy wheeze. The torment continues, unabated, until his body reaches its breaking point.
Finally, as the tickling reached its climax, the boy’s body violently jolted several times, and then went limp, his laughter replaced by a haunting silence. Copious pools of cum suddenly floods out of the bright pink lips of the boy’s immobilized member. His last laughter-filled breath escaped him, and his eyes, still held open by restraints, retained their youthful spark. His mouth—still held wide open by the dental restraints—was contorted into a permanent expression of erotic pleasure. The room fills with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound cum leaking onto the sterile floor, and the sound of the tickling machines slowly coming to a halt.
The boy’s body was removed from his restraints by mechanical arms, and was transferred into a box. The box closed and began sinking into the floor. The box was then placed atop a conveyer-belt, slowly inching towards a large industrial furnace—its fiery jaws eagerly awaiting a ticklish offering.
