Dylan Shocked sfw tickle torture multiple Ler's (FFM / M)

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Another in depth collaboration in profound tickling and tickle torture with Natscott6282

Dylan Shocked


I met Natalie and her special group of friends when I transferred into their high school a few years back. That year when everyone had turned 18 was a crazy time! As it turns out, Natalie and her friend group were very into tickling and so was I….They had developed a great rapport with each other and decided to spend their time during late senior year and awaiting college to have various tickling sessions with boys and girls they knew from their HS days.

There were some siblings of group members that were chosen to receive a proper and thorough tickling (sometimes due to bratty sibling behavior) but most subjects were chosen in a more random fashion!

The random ones were usually sort of nonchalant about their own ticklishness, by either trying to hide it or outright denying it when the topic came up in conversation. This is what trapped most of the random guys—somehow the group would hear of a young man denying his ticklishness due to his innate male behavior to hide such weaknesses! It was left to the group to plan an intervention of sorts to rid the boy of that deep embarrassment issue!

Everyone of the group’s profound and thorough tickling sessions ended with a boy with renewed attitude and mental balance! Through the group’s extensive and intense tickle play (some would call it therapy), the young man would come to realize his natural and unavoidable ticklishness, admit it to the group (and whoever else was within earshot), and then forever have a renewed outlook on their innate male weakness!

Everyone in the tickling group had known each other for years. There were members that served as primarily holders to secure the subject during the session (Ashley, Sarah, Taylor, Hannah, Matthew, and Madison). Then there were three main ticklers James for ribs, Amy for feet, and Natalie for the tummy and hips!
I simply filled in at whatever role was needed!

No one anticipated the success that Natalie quickly achieved when she happened upon and joined the group. By the time I came along, she had already become the main tickler for the tummy and hips, but also enjoyed tickling the ribs and feet of a subject as well! There were the other two main ticklers—Amy for feet and James as the rib specialist! Natalie and the group were also experts at tickle talk and teasing the subject to increase their ticklishness!

Everyone in the original group had a true and deep love for the tickling fixation, in which all things tickling were out in the open for discussion or contemplation. This also included their own secrets of how ticklish they were as well as the vulnerabilities of their subjects! But the group had a pact! It was simply a known fact that no one in the group would ever be subjected to a profound tickling from the others!

I had prior experience with tickling and shared a lot of the same feelings and ideas with Natalie and Amy. Even as a newcomer, I slipped right into this bunch of students! I was allowed to join in the tickling fun fairly quickly! But unlike the others in the group, I had a ‘switch’ personality—I had always enjoyed the tickler role, but had a deep desire to be in the Lee position at least once!

Early on, when the group was choosing a subject to tickle, I mentioned my desire to take the role of tickLEE so I could better understand what the tickled subject was experiencing first hand! The group initially hesitated to act on my offer. In my opinion, the hesitation was because Natalie and the group had never tickled a true friend in such an organized and profound way! The thought of tickle torturing someone inside the group was against their preferences, but I persisted!

Finally, the group filled my request for my own tickling session and performed as usual….Giving me the most intense roller coaster ride of a tickling experience a switch person could ever hope for…Or endure! It was enlightening being on the Lee side of the session and opened my experienced mind to how much more ticklish you are when expert ticklers have you at their total mercy! I was warned by Natalie and her friends about how bad it would be and how surprised I would be with the intensity of the experience ! They were totally right, and it was extremely excruciating!!! But I survived the experience with a new appreciation for the person being tickled in that profound way!

Natalie and I also had a mutual friend, Dylan. We met on a shared chat app and discussed many topics involving the tickling fixation!

Dylan used me and the very experienced Natalie as a source for many questions as the young man delved into the tickling community. Just like me, Dylan (or Dman as we liked to be called) also had a switch mentality!

The difference between us was Dman had less experience in tickling others or being tickled himself. He had only enjoyed brief episodes of playful tickling, the kind that happen between family and friends! Deep down, even before meeting Natalie and the group, he wanted more experiences!

While poor Dylan kept chatting and listening to us describe our tickling adventures, and how the group performed their profound sessions, his love for the fixation became obvious! The more time he spent communicating with us, the more he wanted…actually CRAVED an in person, intense tickling experience!

Dman had the same switch mentality that I possessed, and he didn’t really care if the intense experience came as a tickler working as part of the group, or…As he hinted often, as the ‘subject’ of the day…A willing participant and recipient of the group’s extreme tickling prowess!

Dylan’s sports and school schedule interfered with many of our sessions, Still, Dylan listened as the person answered questions about their incredibly intense experience! He also promised to be on the lookout for any potential ‘subjects’ in the athlete crowd with which he was familiar! Dman’s participation, although limited, still made him part of the group….A good thing until our athlete friend’s appetite for tickling in ANY role began weighing on him!

Our friend began chatting more frequently on our app…Since he wasn’t getting the opportunities to tickle someone else, he began asking more and more detailed questions about the possibilities of being the group’s focus or target for a session!

The usual group’s session was performed on random students who afterwards never wanted any further contact or chance of being tickled like that again! Sometimes they would be seen in the halls, but not much interaction took place after their profound session! In this regard, there was an emotional distance maintained in the aftermath of a tickling event performed on a non friend!

Tickling a friend of group members did present a risk of potential awkwardness! Knowing the person tickled might make the group more merciful than usual, and the subject wouldn’t experience the full extent of the groups usual tickle torture! On the other hand, tickling a friend might cause the group to be even MORE torturous than usual, just to prove a point and establish how intense the experience could be! Afterwards, would a friend who was tickle tortured to maximal levels feel the same way toward the members who had just laid bare his soul and ticklish core?

In our private chats with Dylan, he promised Natalie and me his attitude would not be altered by any experience at the hands of the group, despite the intensity! He also made comments about ‘looking forward’ to exploring his own ticklishness!

Natalie made sure to warn our friend that no matter how much tickling he
THOUGHT he could tolerate, that once he was immobilized and properly tickled, he would be surprised at how intense the sensations would become!!! Natalie made sure to mention how no one left the session until they had been tickled to absolute bits…To a total physical and mental meltdown…To their maximal levels of ticklishness… To their very CORE!

With our warnings, Dylan would simply agree that it would be intense, but how his responses might also be different somehow…As though knowing Natalie, our group, and the usual plan of action would make a difference in how he would respond!

She reiterated how a truly profound tickling is always worse than what the boy ever expected! I concurred, explaining how intense it really was for me!
Still, our friend kept making saying he would react ‘differently’!

Natalie then gave one last warning…”Maybe…But many of the boys end up crying from the intensity!”

After hearing our repeated warnings, our friend did change his chatting bravado a tiny bit. Dylan did show a bit more respect or recognition that the session might be extremely intense for him! So he softened his comments a bit…and also explored the idea of Natalie and the group moving a bit more slowly on him…Since he was a friend….Maybe gradually building the intensity of the session…

Natalie affirmed that she and the group’s mindset was to NEVER alter their methods and intensity no matter who was the subject of their tickling sessions!

The distinct possibility that the group could lose a friend due to the intensity of the experience is why Natalie and the others were SO conscientious about tickling Dylan! I realized after my own tickle torture session that I was fortunate to have the experience despite her and the group’s initial hesitation! In my case, my prior personal experience of tickling friends who REMAINED my friends afterwards served to make the group more agreeable to subjecting me to their extreme tickle torture! Dylan had no similar experience and Natalie and the group mentioned that as the main reason to avoid doing a session on the switch personality athletic boy!

But, our mutual friend kept yearning to gain experience in our small tickling community, and lamented his misfortune often to us.

To ease his disappointment, I promised Dylan that I would be very alert to opportunities for him to join the group in a session….So he could make sure to be there at the start, and maybe get to tickle someone alongside Natalie and her best friend Amy!

That seemed to help soothe Dylan’s psyche…
“I wouldn’t mind seeing James in action as well!” The athlete smiled.

“If you’re at the session, you’ll have that experience!” I grinned. “He might even let you help…He can really wreck a boy’s ribs!”

“And his mind!” Said our friend.

“Yeaahhh…” I murmured in satisfaction.

“Cool!” Stated Dman!

While awaiting an opportunity to join Natalie’s group as a tickler, Dylan became a scout of sorts. Every member of the tickling group was always looking for subjects appropriate for a tickle session! The likely candidates were boys that were most likely ticklish, but who were intent on trying to hide that fact! If they were a bit disrespectful or acted as though they were better than others…Well all the more reason to have their ticklishness exposed for the group and an entire crowd to see! It was also true that most of these young men had the slender build that made tickling them so easy and very fun!

Dylan did offer an eligible subject for the group to consider! Tyler was a good athlete, with the perfect runner’s build! Dylan also had opportunities to hear and see conversations and interactions because they were both on the track/running team! Our insider/spy was able to pick up on his teammate’s behavior toward others. Tyler seemed to enjoy his prowess as one of the better athletes, and didn’t mind letting others know! That fit right in with the attitude the tickling group tended to look for in a subject! But the real inside knowledge came from Dylan’s account of an event during a recent team meeting! As the meeting was finishing, Tyler had been tickled playfully by one of the less skilled athletes…And it had not gone well for the track star! The playful poking of his ribs had made him VERY squirmy and he ended up putting on a show of mild anger and disgust so the others would avoid the topic of his obvious sensitivity! Claiming he was simply ‘annoyed’ at the actions, Tyler denied his actual ticklishness and the activity was stopped!

The retelling of these events by Dylan in his chat with Natalie and I and then in person with members of the group made Tyler the obvious choice for the next planned tickle session!

Dylan mentioned his acquaintance Tyler as a potential candidate for the next group meeting to choose a subject!

As always, the group learned of the chosen subject’s availability and quickly planned accordingly so as not to lose an opportunity to send the boy into the throws of ticklish demise!

When the week of the session came up, I mentioned it to Dylan so he could be sure to clear his schedule for that upcoming Friday afternoon!

“I am free for a change,” my athlete friend stated. “What’s up?”

“Ooh…” I grinned. “Just that event you’ve been waiting for…”

“Yes….Friday!” I stated. “We’re gonna have a group meeting! Your friend Tyler is invited!”

“Where?” Dylan asked.

“The field….” I replied.

Our sessions were sometimes held in one of the group member’s homes, where the event could have privacy but with enough space for a decent audience of spectators! Anyone who heard about the meeting and wanted to attend could do so! Having an audience of friends seeing their vulnerabilities and ticklishness exposed always made the tickled boy more embarrassed and added greatly to their adorably pitiful, surrendering responses as they were tickled to their very core…..

But the other option was the athletic field beside the school, behind the bleachers and among a multitude of equipment that was used by the various teams!
Even though it was out in the open, that part of the field was far enough away to allow the noise and commotion from a tickling session to be drowned out by traffic noises and dissipated in the open space! Unless someone walked right up to the crowd, they couldn’t really tell what was going on with the bleachers, equipment and students standing in the way! The crowd of spectators watching the tickle torture event in the outdoor setting was also usually larger, and the more people watching meant greater embarrassment for the tickled boy toy of the day!

When Dman heard the location was outside, he murmured, ”Wow…Tyler is gonna be soooo embarrassed!”

“Yeah…” I answered, smiling. “At least when I was tickled by the group, it was indoors so the crowd was limited!”

“At least you got to have someone give you a decent tickling!” Said Dylan.

“That’s true…” I said. “But you scouted out Tyler….You show up Friday and you might get to help out during a session!”

“You think so?” The athlete said. “That would be cool!”

I offered some advice..“Make sure to show up before the crowd is forming around him…Like they do when its time to take him down into position!”

“Why then?” He asked.

I went on…. ”First of all, the runner you spotted for the group is a bit taller and by being right there at the outset, you could help the group secure a boy into the proper position!” I grinned. “It would be easy to then become part of the tickling process!”

“So you think this will be my chance to FINALLY get to tickle someone?” Dylan asked, his eyes lit up with anticipation!

“Natalie and Amy…” I began… ”Well, the whole group really…They ALL know you want to be involved in a session! I can’t imagine they wouldn’t let you be part of it! After all, you helped point out the guy!”

“That’s true!” Dman stated. “I guess I’ll meet you on Friday right after school!”

“Yep….” I said. “I’m looking forward to it…You know how Natalie LOVES to tickle more slender guys!”

Friday came around, school was about let out, and I met Dylan as we were both leaving the building! We heard some of the older students in our graduating class talking about an event as they walked ahead of us!

“Did you hear there was gonna be something going on at the field today?”

“What do you thinks gonna happen after school?” And…”I’ve been to one of these before! It’s going to be WILD!”

Others asked Dylan and me if we were going to the ‘meet up’ ?

The runner said, “We wouldn’t miss it!”

“You should stop by behind the bleachers..” I said to a few students…Three girls and one guy…”You might get to see Dman perform!”

The girls answered, “Cool…” and “That will be cute to see!” And the last was “I can’t wait!”

As we walked, we saw Tyler walking along with Natalie and Amy at his side! They were chatting like old friends…

Dman smiled. “He doesn’t know what’s about to happen to him, does he?”

“Nope..” I grinned.

“Let’s get closer to the front!” My athletic friend said, not wanting to miss out on his opportunity!

As we arrived at the usual area…Some of the group was already placing a small soft duffel bag on the ground! Filled with towels, it would serve as the correct size padded roll to keep the boy’s pelvis raised up a bit once he was stretched out on the grass! To those who knew the usual routine, the pad under the hips was a key to a great tickling! It only required a scant few inches to flex the boy’s pelvis upward, stretching out the entire torso, lower and upper tummy. This maneuver opened up his sensitive flesh from the lowest possible border to the bottom of his breastbone or sternum…The stretching would make it easier to see as well as feel the familiar landmarks that all profound ticklers use for the most intense tickling reactions!

Now, if anyone in the audience had been to a prior tickling event, they would know the pad was the signal of what was about to happen! The majority of the boys chosen for a session simply had no clue…But if they did suspect, or heard a spectator talking about it, they might try to escape the situation. The holders and even audience members close by kept ready to take hold of the chosen subject and place him in the correct position at a moment’s notice! That is why Dylan and I made our way right up beside his friend! We wanted to be ready to help position him when the time was right!

Tyler was oblivious to anything but chatting to Natalie and Amy and some of the other girls who were designated holders, as well as Matthew and James (the two original member of the tickling team before I came along). There were a couple of other young men close at hand.

“Those guys are from the football team…” I explained to Dylan. “The girls wanted to make sure we had extra help if we needed it! If Tyler gets loose before he’s held down, we’d never be able to catch him!”

“Yeah he’s fast!” Dman grinned. “But he’s ticklish!” My athletic friend couldn’t wait to get up right to his teammate’s side!

The girls were engaging him in conversation and edging themselves closer to the pad…The target for Tyler’s destination for his ticklish demise!

I watched the taller Tyler’s face as the group crept closer to him…and when it appeared that he might be wondering about the closeness of the students…


“NOW!” I heard James call out! Dylan grabbed his friend by one arm as one of the football guys grabbed the other! Someone appeared to go for his legs, as getting the boy down on the ground was the most important task…There were arms and hands flailing everywhere! Tyler was blurting out surprised comments as well as the commands coming from the students all around him!

In the melee, Dylan’s hold on his friends arm was loosened because of others reaching in and around his own body in trying to secure the taller runner!

Dylan felt his grip slipping on his friend as he started to fall backwards!
He looked at Matthew next to him and said “MATT! Get his arm!”

Our runner friend fell back entirely, as others in the group took hold of him to try to keep him upright! It was a freaking madhouse of commotion!

Dylan realized he was falling backwards, but it seemed that there were many hands supporting him and keeping him from injury! But then he realized there were hands on his calves, and arms even…Why was ….

His own thoughts were interrupted when he felt himself now flat on the ground!
There was weight on his arms and legs, like two bodies on each limb!

“WHAT THE—??!!!” Dman blurted but didn’t finish his question! He realized he was now fully down on the ground, his face pointed up at the clear blue sky! Matthew and Hannah were on his right arm…Emily and Taylor on his left!
Ashley and Sarah were pressing down on his right leg, with James and Madison on his left! Amy was finishing up giving directions to the group members as they secured him to the ground. Dylan didn’t even realize when, but somehow, in the commotion…He’d been pulled down over the duffle bag or it had been shoved under him! Amy and Natalie were making last minute adjustments to the bag as the athletic boy became fully aware of how far it stretched him out!

And the other thing now careening through our friend’s mind was WHY he was down on the ground! Even boys unfamiliar with the group who were suddenly placed in this position KNEW in their hearts that the holding down and stretching them out could only mean one thing! It was because they had been chosen as the group’s tickle project for the day!

To Dylan, who had walked up thinking he was going to help secure his friend and tickle him, the sudden change in his situation was nothing less than SHOCKING!
He KNEW the group’s methods and expertise, and exactly how intense their tickling could be…But his boy brain still couldn’t stop itself from the same question that always escaped the newly restrained boy’s lips!

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???” Dman hollered, in a very panicked tone!

Amy smiled as she peeled his pullover shirt up with help from others…a girl or two from the crowd, and slick coordination between the holders on each arm was all it took to quickly slide the shirt off while controlling his upper limbs to the ground!

The fresh faced Amy looked at the athlete. “C’Mon, Dman!” She grinned. “You know what’s coming!”

"OHHHH CRAP!” Erupted from the boy’s mouth! “You’re gonna tickle ME!!!!”

Poor Dylan looked totally SHOCKED at the turn of events….But also EXTREMELY terrified!!!

“Yeah…” Laughed Natalie. “Just like you’ve been saying you wanted…”

“YEAH but…NO!” Dylan whined.

OMG! He was freaking out!

“Not like THIS! GOD, PLEASE!” The boy babbled. “I’m not ready!”

“No one’s ever really ready….” I added. “I can tell you…It won’t matter! No one is EVER ready for THIS!”

“Yeah…” Natalie smiled. “We’re gonna tickle you to BITS….Tiny, tiny little bits!” The look in our friend’s eyes was one of absolute confidence!




Dman looked at me with eyes wide with shock and then anger!

“You tricked me!” He accused! “You set me up!”

“Set you up?” I smiled. “We just surprised you—Like any of the boys that we choose for a tickling!”

“AWWW CRAP!!” Dman shouted. “That’s still setting me up! You said I’d be helping with the tickle session! You LIED!”

“No, Dylan, that’s not true…” I stated. “When I spoke, I never said that YOU would be doing the tickling….I said you’d be involved and a big help to the group!”

“Yeah Dman!” Natalie chimed in! “You WILL be involved, and you WILL be a big help…Just being here…While we tickle you to itty, bitty bits!”

“Awe Geeze…” Whimpered Dylan. “Stop SAYING that! I’m not prepared for this!”

Our friend was breathing heavily and glancing from one holder to the next, searching for mercy in the faces of his soon to be teasers and tormentors!

OMGOMGOMG! Dman’s mind was racing! How could this happen? How could he get away?

Amy leaned over the panting, frantic boy! She looked him in the eye!

“Now Dylan…” Amy used her ‘motherly’ voice. “You’re gonna get tickled, so you may as well calm down!” Amy had longer nails than Natalie and she used one nail to trace along the uppermost area of his now bare torso, trailing along the edge of the ribs forming the inverted ‘V’ of his torso.

The motion caught our athletic friend by surprise! He half coughed, half choked in shock at his predicament!

Amy smiled sweetly. “I know you like the idea of nails on your tummy….”
She barely touched one nail to the soft flesh inside of that inverted ‘V’ where his upper tummy and torso gave her a nice flat playground!

“WHAT?” The boy shrieked. “How do you know—“ His question was cut off as I read from some of our chats from the app on my phone!

“Yes…” I grinned. “Right here are your comments!” I repeated them pretty much word for word, reading them right off of our shared chat app…

Dylan had said:

“I want to feet the sensations, you know, how it feels to be tickled. And recently, I’ve been dreaming about how nails across my tummy would feel…I wanna feel something that would make me shiver….”

Natalie grinned. “I think her nails will do it!”

“Oh my God…Oh my Gaaawd!” Dylan whimpered pitifully. It was delicious to see him become so immediately embarrassed about his own words, but it was his look of PURE hysteria that made the tickler’s eyes all bright and gleaming! Dman quickly became frantic as he realized what the ticklers and even the entire audience knew!

Then our friend said, “You only tickle boys who deny their ticklishness! I’ve NEVER done that!”

“Yeah but you did say you’d react differently than most!” I grinned.

“Awwwwwrrrgh…” The athlete groaned in anguish! He knew it was true!

“Do I need to read your words out loud from the app?” I smiled.

No one needed to be inside his head—EVERYONE could tell the athletic boy was DYING of embarrassment!

“NO!” Dylan blurted.

Too late! Some members in the group spoke up!

“Let’s hear it!” Said Hannah, along with Emily and Taylor!

Random people in the audience demanded to hear his words as well!

I read aloud Dylan’s own response to Natalie and I mentioning how intense it was going to be for him…From a text months and months ago!

“Yeah it depends on who the tickler is…I might not respond the same way!”

“Ohhhhh…..” Poor Dman whimpered. He suddenly recalled the cavalier attitude he had on that day! “I’m SORRY! I didn’t mean it—-“

He was cut off by James! The rib specialist looked at him.

“Oh man…You’re gonna really get it now! You’ll be lucky if Natalie EVER stops!”

Poor Dylan looked so terrified!

James’ added, “And when she gets tired…I’LL take over for awhile!”

The stretched out boy had a wonderful look of apprehension on his face!!
Usually the group only knew the chosen boy had denied his ticklishness and they needed to question and tickle to extract confessions about his personal thoughts and feelings!

Having his own personal commentary in the palm of my hand meant that he would be an easy little tickle toy for the group’s afternoon of fun!

Natalie and the rest of us would have an easy to use blueprint for his ticklish demise! That fact was devastating enough, but instead of having to extract the knowledge of his physical ticklishness, we could use his own words and admissions to lay bare his own personal thoughts on the tickling fixation!

Every little nuance that he had admitted to enjoying in the role of our tickLEE was going to be exposed…Not only for the group’s benefit, but for the listening pleasure of the entire audience!

So the ticklish devastation of our needy friend would be sure and complete! By using their immense tickling skills, as well as following the boy’s own thoughts and desires he’d expressed over the past couple years, Natalie, Amy and James and our group would be able to tickle him to the deepest recesses of his core!

I said, “It’s time to start! The boy was already shirtless…The experts just needed to continue where they left paused!

Amy slid down to the boy’s feet and removed his socks in her usual methodical fashion….Peeling the heel section off to slowly expose the skin of his heel of his foot, then sliding the rest of the small garment off with her fingernail! It always caused a bit of a ticklish stir to the immobilized boy’s brain!

Dylan yelped lightly as each foot felt Amy’s nails scrape along his entire sole as his socks were whipped off in expert fashion!

Then, our friend seemed to detect how all the holders on his limbs began pressing down just a little bit tighter!



Feeling the members of the group ‘tighten their grip’ on his already immobilized form just served to make Dylan more panicked! To make his apprehension even worse, some of his ticklers and the audience made several observations….

Amy smiled after disrobing his feet. “Oh wow…He has nice clean feet..and just a bit narrow!” The fresh faced girl looked up at the boy! “How ticklish are your feet, Dman?”

He just whimpered!

I interjected my information. “When it’s your turn….” I held up my phone…”Here’s the tickling map of his soles that he marked with his own confessions!”

Amy laughed…”WOW! You two convinced him to number his spots on his feet?”

“He did!” Natalie chimed in, grinning. “And he did one for his tummy and hips!”

I flipped to that section and showed it to Amy! “See?” I said. “He’s a very cooperative little Lee!” The tickling map showed Dylan’s ranking of his own spots on his real tummy! I showed it to the group holding him down and also those getting ready

“OMG!” Amy blurted out with glee! “Natalie is gonna tickle you soooo bad!”

James also mocked the helpless guy good-naturedly! “Yeah….Those two will tickle you so much…and so long….They might not stop!”

Dman gurgled…”Oh God!” The reality of his situation was REALLY hitting home now! He KNEW he wouldn’t be able to tolerate their talented tickling torture!

James then mentioned some terrifying news… “But when they stop….That’s when I’ll start on your ribs!”

I did note that our friend’s chest picked up the pace of breathing as his anguish increased exponentially with the promises of the rib specialist! Dylan KNEW from our chats that James the Rib Man was an incredibly torturous rib tickler…With an intensity and skill that even rivaled that of Natalie for the tummy and Amy for feet!

Members of the audience commented as well..

“He’ll never make it!”

“Geese, I feel sorry for him!”

Dman did start to give in early…

“OMG!” He blurted out! “I don’t know! I don’t know if I can take it!”

“We can’t stop now….” Natalie smiled. “We’re just gonna tickle you and tickle you….”

‘Yeah…” Amy grinned. “You’ll be fine! Eventually!”

I added, “It will be fun seeing you tickled to absolute BITS!”

James said, “Yeah…You’ve never been tickled this much before!”

Dylan was soooo worked up by now! “C’Mon guys! COME ON!” Just —-“

It was then that Natalie chose to perform her first ‘signature move’…

While he was being verbally teased, the expert tickler of tummies had gotten herself into the perfect position for it…Straddling his thighs…Her thumbs and fingers inside the waistband of Dylan’s athletic shorts….

She suddenly YANKED the garment down to the perfect, lowest level! All the young man’s private ‘boy parts’ were still covered, but with one terrifying move, Natalie had bared his entire lower tummy for her tickling satisfaction! And for all her audience to see!

“GAHHHH!” Yelped our friend! His panting increased before calming just a bit… “CRAP! NATALIE!!!” Shrieked Dylan!

“Relax, Dman….” Natalie murmured. “You KNEW this was coming!”

The whimpering noises he made told everyone that no matter what you think you know…You are still going to respond strongly when it happens to you!

I could tell my tickler friend was ready to start! But I had to mention one more of Dylan’s chats…

“Before you start…”. I grinned. “Do you remember when Dylan mentioned how he’d react to having his tummy tickled by you?”
“No….” Natalie smiled.

“Well, I think we should remind him!” I smiled. Holding the phone, I read the exchange from a year or so earlier:

On that day, Natalie and I were asking Dylan about his tickling history, and if he had been tickled to any serious levels….

Dman had answered “No I haven’t, but I would like to be…But I also feel I would realize it’s too much very quickly!”

Both Natalie and I replied with “You definitely would!”

Then I had asked the expert LER how long she thought Dylan (or pretty much any boy) would last under her tickling before asking her to stop! I suggested 15 seconds!

Natalie’s answer was “5 seconds…”

Dylan’s confident answer at the time was “I bet I can go at least a minute!”

Natalie stated “No chance!”

Dylan asked “Why?”

Our tickler friend said, “Because there are ways to tickle that are unbelievably unbearable!”

The athletic boy had answered, “It would depend on the circumstances….”

In that chat, about a year ago, I’d put my thoughts into the mix…”It doesn’t depend on anything but the tickling! If an expert tickler goes for you, it won’t matter what YOU are thinking…The only thing that matters is the TICKLING! It’s a reflex and you can’t HELP your response!”

Natalie had texted a reminder to our friend. “We’ve chatted about all the other boys we’ve tickled….”

Dylan had left off with “I still think I could go a minute!”


I smiled as I put the phone down.

Natalie looked at me with admiration…”OMG! I can’t believe you still have those texts and can remember when he said that!” Then she looked at Dylan….
“Do you remember that conversation?”

“Sort of….” The immobilized boy stuttered! Then he added “Y-Yea-Yes…”

I chuckled at his anguish! “Good choice! Natalie doesn’t like it when boys lie!”

Dman’s eyes were wide as saucers with the reading of his own words! My comment was true—Natalie greatly disapproved the actions of boys when they lied about or denied their own ticklishness! Now it’s true that Dylan had not tried to convince anyone that he wasn’t ticklish…But his bravado about how LONG he could tolerate the expert tickler’s actions before giving in? THAT was the next worst thing!

Dylan was absolutely mortified that I had brought his own words to light! The deep embarrassment of his nonchalant comments and how he couldn’t deny them just made his anxiety concerning his inevitable tickling even higher!

In the few seconds before Natalie began, some of the group and members of the audience added to his mind melting situation…

“Geeze, look at his torso!”
“Natalie is gonna LOVE those hips!”
“Those ribs belong to James!”

Natalie didn’t jump right in…She waited….perched on the boy’s upper thighs, surveying her pinned down playground…She smiled. “Can you even move at all?” No response from the boy, frozen with ticklish terror! “Try for me…” The tickler murmured.

The immobilized runner tried to twist and raise his pelvis….It barely moved, hardly even a centimeter!

With his failure, Dylan now fully realized his helplessness! When the tickling came, he wouldn’t be able to escape his friend’s fingers at all!

Another little whimper slipped from his lips!

The three girls that had followed us to the field all recognized the athlete’s fate!

“Awwwww…” Said one.
“My gosh, he REALLY can’t move!” Said the other!
The last new spectator murmured, “Awww, you poor thing….”

Then, other young women in the audience made observations!


“Wow, He’s looks so slender all stretched out so tight!”
“Look at that long, flat tummy!”
“His skin looks super soft!”

Amy had been the only one to touch Dylan’s flesh, and replied to that comment..
“You’re right—It’s VERY soft….”

Then more girls in the audience added,
“She’s gonna destroy him!”
“They’re gonna drive him insane!”

Jeeze! Dman blushed at the undeniable prospect of being observed by the crowd as he was about to be tickled! The three girls who tagged along were new to him and the idea of them seeing his helpless ticklish responses was incredibly, deeply embarassing! THIS show being his introduction to them was shocking! He looked at the faces he could see all around him…His breathing was initially fast, but he was able to calm himself so his chest was not heaving uncontrollably. He reveled at his small victory—At least he was somewhat regaining his composure…

That’s when Natalie began her tour…

The expert tickler tightened her hair in her ponytail…One last sign that she was about to start and was shifting into ‘serious business’ mode! She rested her fingers lightly on the boy’s tender low tummy flesh…Just above the waistband of his athletic shorts.

Natalie’s fingertips and short nails began to move…Slowly, almost imperceptibly.
You could barely see her movements, but they were there…Barely there….Skimming so lightly from side to side along that sensitive line of flesh….That ticklish line of flesh. I glanced at my watch the second I saw her fingers start to move! I smiled. Amy used her cellphone timer.

With his tummy stretched over the small soft duffle, one could easily see the tautness of his skin…And those of us that knew what to look for saw it! Tiny little quivers began in that flesh across the lowest border of his low, low tummy.

Natalie smiled as she felt the boy’s skin. “His tummy is VERY soft….”

With those small quivers, Dman held his breath for a fleeting second, then gave a small coughing noise —Then he sucked air into his lungs—Followed immediately a tiny whispery groan. We could see him shudder the tiniest bit! Natalie’s eyes gleamed a bit brighter! She was focusing on his poor disheveled face, but also LISTENING to him…And FEELING her tickle toy’s quaking flesh under her exquisitely talented fingers!

More small movements of the ends of her digits brought more detectable movement of his tummy flesh…Relentless…Unceasing…Then slightly bigger spasms! Her fingertips found those tremors and kept ON them…Fingertips teasing and nails scratching the quivering flesh!

Dman’s little noises of ticklishness were sooo cute…Little gurgling giggles that got deeper in tone….More spasms…Then a higher pitched giggle and some laughter…NOW it was happening! It was the STRAIN…..The strain you could hear in his voice, the strain in his deeper, faster breathing…And the strain you could sense from his inner being, already gasping for relief!

Natalie just kept ON those spots of quaking flesh ….Dylan’s eyes were wide and round as his mouth was half open…EVERYONE could see the boy’s mounting realization….Her slow, methodical, ticklish touch was building in him…And building…

We could ALL sense his ticklishness becoming more obvious, more pronounced!
The boy’s tummy was starting to really spasm, and each new spot that erupted, Natalie followed with tickling, scribbling fingers! The tickler and ticklee really lose track of time in such a scenario, as those of us watching do as well! Dylan’s face had that familiar expression ALL tickled boy’s show when they KNOW their ticklishness is too much, their body is helpless except to respond to the touch, and that the tickling is NOT going to end anytime soon!

“Guuhhhhh” Dylan groaned. “Please! You gotta stop!”

“Wow…” I murmured, glancing at my watch. “About 17 seconds!”
I smiled.

Amy grinned…”Nope…You’re wrong, D! It was 15.8 seconds!”

Natalie just kept working on his tummy as James scoffed. “No where NEAR a minute!”

Our new tickle toy friend simply whimpered at the news! His face and eyes became even more panicked—No, more like a look of hysteria! Since the positioning and the baring of his flesh, the poor boy had been preparing himself mentally for this experience!

Now, with her fingers going for only a quarter of a minute, Dylan was already LOSING HIS MIND! The tickling sensations were MUCH more intense than he could ever had imagined!!! Her fingertips were causing a sparking sensation that the boy KNEW was only going to grow and become impossible to tolerate!!! The worst part: Dman knew from all the chats how long Natalie and the group would spend tickling a boy! And he knew they had only just begun….!

Our friend gurgled and panted, his chest and ribs expanding lightly at first but quickly began fast! His eyes looked around, trying to make eyes contact with someone..ANYONE who might give him relief!

Natalie just kept her fingers moving, seeking out the trembles and teasing them!

“What does it feel like, Dylan?” The expert grinned.

“Awww GEEEZE!” The boy groaned. “IT- It tickles! You-“ Awww, he was so frantic—And Natalie over came his words!

“WHERE I am tickling?” She asked…My word! Her fingertips were still touching, scribbling…TORTURING his flesh! Dman’s brain gave the command to his body to twist, to writhe…To ESCAPE those incessant fingers! His breathing became rapid as he realized he couldn’t move enough to effect those teasing digits AT ALL!

“OOOhhhhAAAHH…”Babbled Dylan! “My tummy! MY TUMMY!” His eyes searched Natalie’s for mercy! She had none….

“Good boy…” Said the sweet faced Amy….Her voice drawing out the phrase in a very motherly tone!

“Good answer…” Natalie smiled. But she wasn’t stopping!

A voice from the spectators called out…”My GOD! He’s gonna get wrecked right HERE!”

“I know…RIGHT?” Said another!

Dylan heard the comments from the spectators, and they were terrifying to his hyper sensitized mind! But he couldn’t focus on words as his body was starting to shudder and writhe internally from Natalie’s terrible teasing, tickling touch!
His eyes widened even more as his brain could only form gibberish!
That special set of incoherent phrases I only can describe as ‘tickle gibberish!”

“RBHZMWL:OK%@VM<()YFV!!!” Was some sort of gurgling meant to be words as our friend’s eyes became wide in ticklish AGONY! Then he began pleading and tossing his head from side to side! His voice became a bit more coherent as he bleated, “Sorry! SORRY! I”M SORRY!”

As hellish as it sounds, as torturous as it was…It was simply delicious to hear our friend in the throes of such frenzy! And we were only on his TUMMY!

The members of the group heard poor Dylan’s voice becoming more shrill and louder with ticklish excitement and pure sensory overload! At that time of the day, on the part of the field so far from the main buildings, his volume wasn’t an issue!

Those in the group knew that to hear his constant babbling at those volumes COULD be distracting or annoying to the ticklers! But in reality, with the immobilization of his body and limbs, those vocalizations and head thrashing were now the tickle toy’s ONLY means of releasing the internal ‘pressure’ created by Natalie’s constant tickling!!!

Emily was the one who leaned over first! She took hold of the boy’s head with her hands and forearms at the sides…Then slid a hand over the top of his forehead so he couldn’t raise up!

Still, Dylan tried to continue his helpless short shrieking in ticklish anguish!

Wide-eyed…Frantic…The boy began “OH NO OH NO OHNOOHGODOHPLEASEOHPLEASE!”

Amy pressed a hand over the hysterical boy’s mouth! She looked him in the eyes!
“Now Dylan…” The sweet faced girl said. “You need to calm down…Right now…”. It was not a tone of meanness or threatening…It was a purely motherly tone, as though she was talking to a misbehaving child.

As if one young woman wasn’t enough, another leaned a bit closer to him.

Natalie leaned in, her fingers from one hand still staying on the little spasming area she’d been tickling so nicely….higher on his tummy now….

I had my phone up to our chat with Dman… I smiled as I mentioned his post and repeated his own words:

“I’d love to be tickled so much that I’d NEED that comforting! That sounds so… I don’t know….Relaxing to me somehow!”

Dylan heard his own comments and groaned, his eyes blinking! I thought to myself….Surely he wasn’t going to cry so early in the session!

The three girls that had come in at the last were ooo’ing and ahhh’ing over his demeanor and predicament…

With her free hand, Natalie smoothed his hair from his perspiring forehead…And added her own calming, motherly voice…

“Dylan…Look at me….” Natalie’s eyes locked on our friend’s…”I’m barely touching you…” The boy gave a muffled half-yelp under Amy’s palm, his eyes WIDE…! The expert continued…”This is the tickling you wanted, and we aren’t going to stop…Not for a loooong time!”

The athlete gurgled in anguish under his friend’s hand once more! The tickler’s calm words of truth were now like daggers into his poor boy brain! OMG! WHY did he want this? Could he take it? Dylan’s mind was overflowing with the reality of upcoming ticklish overload!

Natalie grinned at her best friend. “Amy I think you should give Dylan what he said he wanted!”

The brown haired girl smiled. “Oh….Some shivers?”

Natalie chuckled lightly.

Amy began with a simple touch…Her one nail finding the longer hollow on one side of his tummy….She skimmed it slowly, tantalizing his smooth muscular torso and tummy!

The boy squealed! His tummy responded with a twitchy spasm!

“Awww…” Amy cooed….”This is gonna be so fun!” She began tracing and skimming, and dragging BOTH sets of nails up and down her friend’s helpless form…Going from high to low….all the way down..all the way up….Her nails traced the hollows of his entire tummy time and time again!

WOWWOWWOW!!! Did it TICKLE! Dylan’s brain screamed as his poor restrained body couldn’t help but JOLT sporadically! It was obviously reflexively trying to dislodge those torturous, tracing nails!

Natalie had paused to watch her friend work, but couldn’t resist a little verbal tease….“What’s it like, Dylan…” She asked…With not one threatening tone at all.

Her voice was so inquisitive, but at the same time…Motherly…

Oh God! The athlete looked totally crazed by the nails dragging over his flesh, but hearing his friend ask in such a comforting way….From his eyes and face, it was obvious his brain was melting from the contrast…Tickle tortured and soothed, both at the same time!

His frazzled brain howled! “It DOES feel like—-Shivering!”
It was TRUE! The sensations created by Amy’s nails lit tiny sparks under his flesh—And then permeated his entire being! Shivering..Shuddering…Vibrating …It was so hard to use only one word to describe the electricity that spread from his flesh to his very core!

As his overwhelmed physical form responded helplessly, his voice and words became a succession of garbled noises as the tickling did indeed cause him to shiver.. And quake…And shake under Amy’s touch!

“AH NO!” “OH GAH!” “Jeeeze!” “AW CRAP!” All filled the air as Dylan couldn’t help but react as the gentle scraping and scribbling nails got to him!

Knowing her friend and team mate was ready, Amy slowed just a bit…So the now hyperventilating athlete could concentrate on the main tickler’s new territory….

Natalie’s fingertips had wandered out to the outer edges of the boy’s pelvis! The smooth soft skin was drawn tight by his positioning…So thin it showed his hipbones perfectly! With her fingertips, she was now gently, slowly tickle-caressing the flesh from below those hip bones to his low tummy! She deftly grazed her nails and fingertips there and then lazily all over in the lower areas of his tummy…Wandering off to the lateral side of his V-lines or hip hollows! Her perfect touches there renewed Dylan’s quivering and quaking and caused even more gasps of ticklish agony!

Dman’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his friend’s fingers on that new area! He quickly surrendered to the thoughts in his own mind…
“OMG! He had been SHOCKED at the intensity of the tummy tickling, but the fresh skin of his hips that Natalie was teasing NOW was another level of TFSEDBVVPKDN!!! TICKLISH HELL!”

It was obvious from the frantic look on his face, his halting noises, and the pitiful attempts at twisting his pelvis to try and escape the fingers….THIS was an even WORSE spot! Just as before, Natalie’s was slowly grazing her fingers over his taut sensitive flesh where his hips and thighs met his pelvis….Like Amy’s nails, the main tickler’s talented touch was creating sparks on AND under his skin, and permeating every bit of his insides!
Dylan felt as though hundreds of tiny sparklers were going off inside of his body!
His eyes, his face, his panting, his gurgling sounds and whining laughter….

“OMG!” Murmured the blonde of his new trio of female friends. “He can’t take this!” Everyone knew her comment was true…

“Yeah….” Natalie grinned in satisfaction as her fingers teased without mercy…
“This is the spot….Boys are deathly sensitive here…”

Dylan, her chat friend and now her tickle toy for this day, could only whimper in his helplessness…

Natalie kept on task…Her fingers moving, sometimes sliding and grazing, sometimes staying in one place….Working with an inquisitive touch…like blind person feeling for something in front of of them…Like a tickler searching for that special spot!

As our friend’s anguish grew, Natalie’s fingers slid to the outer sides of his pelvis, resting just above where his thigh ended! Now her inquisitive thumbs could rest in his hip grooves , with their attractively long hollows. Those long shallow valleys made perfect targets for her thumbs to use as a starting point! The expert tickler pressed in and forward, advancing her thumbs toward the hip bones themselves!

This created a small rippling effect of his tender flesh ahead of her thumbs! Just the motion itself was intense enough, but Natalie added her own tiny wiggling and vibrating motions of her thumbs to really create physical and mental chaos in our ticklish friend! That line of flesh is SO sensitive, it takes little effort to create immense ticklishness!

Poor Dman! His uncontrollable gurgling giggles became higher pitched as the girl’s fingers traveled up the hollows…Then his pelvis quaked as he cackled in that deeper form of more serious laughter! Natalie’s fingers and thumbs seemed to be on autopilot as they just wouldn’t stop testing and teasing those so sensitive grooves! Up and down they went, with the wiggling boy now wailing in anguish!

The tickler asked, “Dylan, Wh—“

She was interrupted by the answer as he frantically blurted “The hip hollows! THE HIP HOLLOWS!”

Natalie chuckled lightly at his premature response! She was not making fun of him…No, never that! But she was gleefully acknowledging how the intensity caused him to answer quickly…in pitiful attempts to TRY and defuse the tickling!

Our expert then slid her thumbs up to the underside of the hip bones and began vibrating! Her thumbs widened their influence by making circles around and on and then IN that small hollow just below his hip bones!

Dylan shrieked and cackled to the heavens as THAT spot was tested! He tossed his head around, straining to make eye contact with his torturer/friend!
“OMG!OMG! PLEEEASENOTTHERE!”

“Where?” Natalie smiled innocently , her thumbs still working into those super sensitive !

“THE HIP POCKETS! C”MON!C”MON!NATALIE!PLEASE! OH PLEASE!”

Then Natalie did perform a perfectly devious tease….”You mean this spot is ticklish?” The expert said, an innocent smile on her lips!

The poor tickled boy’s brain couldn’t handle it! During the overstimulation of his flesh, he only had a few seconds to be able to form a coherent thought—Then only milliseconds to answer in between bouts of gibberish and laughter! He was so confused as to what to do! How could she NOT realize his flesh was THAT sensitive? He also realized if Natalie really DIDN’T know how her touch was affecting him, she might never stop! And OMG OMG ITHADTOSTOP!!!!!!!

“YES!YEESSS! IT DOES! IT TICKLES SO BAD!” Dylan’s innocence was so… Endearing! He wasn’t playing a game! With his pleading sweet eyes, our mutual friend was seriously and willingly confessing his ticklishness in case his tickler really didn’t know!

Now, to be honest…The ‘innocent game’ is not a ‘mean’ tactic….It’s simply a wonderful playful way we ticklers all have of keeping our ‘toys’ dazed and confused in ticklish wonderment and sweet distress!

“What a good boy!” Chuckled Amy. She was also having fun seeing Dylan’s ticklish stress! “He’s been paying attention!”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “We’ve been chatting with him forever…He SHOULD know this stuff!”

Natalie’s face did not change and neither did her thumbs! Her smile of satisfaction was like a teacher proud to hear a correct answer from a younger student! She didn’t stop right away, but continued tickle torturing her friend’s hips a bit longer as his gurgles and wails and squeals filled the air! The expert continued until she had Dylan in that wonderful state of ‘cackling’ laughter…The tone deeper, the noises faster as it shows a different level of ‘tickle panic!’ Dman was past the ability to respond at this point…

Being an expert tickler, Natalie knew that she needed to slow down….To allow Dylan’s other sensitive spots to have their turn…

The Dman sensed that small bit of mercy…And blubbered “Thank you’s” to whoever was listening!

The three girls new to the group were wide-eyed, their mouths open in awe…
I was sure they had never seen a boy so stretched out and exposed….And even more sure that they had never seen a proper and profound tickling!

One murmured….”Thank goodness that’s over….”

I smiled. “Oh, it’s not over…IS it, Dman?”

Just a simple question to our friend…Our ‘I want to be a ticklee friend’ ….

I thought he just might cry right then!

“N-N-Noooo….” Was Dylan’s pitiful little whimper of truth!

James looked on with glee. “I can’t wait to have a go at his ribs!”

“Well, we are gonna do his feet next!” Amy grinned. “But we’ll get to his ribs…Eventually!”

“Yeah Dylan…” I added. “You wanted the full experience…And you’re gonna get it!”

Hannah, one of the designated holder girls, chuckled. “I hope you can take it!”
Matthew, from his perch on one of Dman’s arms, smiled. “He won’t be able to…”
Then he leaned over to look our friend in his eyes. “They aren’t finished, you know…Not nearly finished!”

The look of utter panic and defeat on Dylan’s face was again…So endearing…So fun! It’s what all of us tickle torturers love to see!



Natalie slid off of the boy’s legs and let the designated lower limb holders get readjusted. Of course, the silly boy tried to test his degree of immobility during the repositioning…And we observers could see his legs trying to flex!

“Oh my!” I laughed lightly. “Are you trying to get away?”

My super ticklish athlete friend just groaned as the leg holders tightened the pressure on his lower limbs!

I chuckled lightly…”You’re stuck, Dman…and Amy and Natalie….They LOVE tickling feet! It’s going to be soooo easy to wreck you!”

A voice or two from the audience called out…Obviously fans that had been to one of these sessions before…”Yeah these two will have you going crazy in no time!”

Amy then smiled at me. “Didn’t you mention something about a tickle map of his foot?”

The entire audience paused at this comment!

“Yes…” I grinned. I opened my phone again. “Back in 2023, Dylan and Natalie and I were all chatting and how there was a 'tickling survey’ going around the internet … It was a map of the entire bottom of a foot…sole and arch and toes…”

“No…Noooo.Noooooo…” Was the sound of poor Dylan, whimpering in embarrassment…”You….Oh CRAP! OMG!”

I smiled, so glad that he remembered that text conversation…!

As his eyes got bigger, and his face more stricken, shocked with defeat….I continued reading our exchange in texts from that day…


“I sent him a copy of the foot map—It had the various areas of the sole and toes designated with circular borders….For example, the middle of the arch was 8 and the inside edge of the arch was 9 ! All the areas were numbered for a person to show which spots were most ticklish on their own feet!”

Back in the winter of that year, Dman had been a little slow to respond to my request. I KNEW he really enjoyed the idea of tickling and being tickled, so I pressed him in a good natured way…

“So, Dman…”. I had asked…”Have you done your homework like a good student?”

He had! I remember thinking how nice and compliant he was to do exactly as Natalie and I had asked him…To give up the most intimate details about his ticklish spots on his feet!

Now here we were, with the two expert ticklers more than ready to use that secret information against him and wreck his body, mind and his ticklish soul….

But there was just a bit more verbal teasing I just HAD to do….

Back in 2023, after Dman had graded his vulnerable areas for us, I had asked if he had obtained that knowledge from being tickled by someone else or from experimenting by ‘self- tickling’? I encouraged his honesty back then by admitting that I myself had determined my own sensitivities on my feet by my own self-exploration….

Back then, Dman reported, “I tickled my own feet!”

I also read a line in that text in which our friend admitted using a comb on himself!

Dylan had said, “I also tried a comb….When I used it in the middle of my feet, I could barely keep them still!”

OMG! I thought to myself in the present day—This guy doesn’t stand a chance!
I KNEW a comb would be the LEAST of his worries!

Some members of the audience gasped at his admission, making comments like
“I can’t believe it!”
“He tickled his own feet?”

Those were comments made by students that had no real knowledge of the tickling fixation and how far we serious ticklers will go to explore the human body and its sensitivities—Even if its our OWN! They needed to be corrected!

I quickly added my comments to support our very ticklish friend!
“Hey, I did the same thing!” I stated! “It’s sometimes the best way to find out what tickles before someone else does!”

The crowd quieted a bit, but they were now in a stir with that knowledge! Even people unfamiliar with the fixation realize the significance of a tickler knowing your most sensitive spots!

Some, like James, smiled in amazement and said things to the athletic boy…
“I can’t believe you gave that up!”

Poor Dylan looked even more embarrassed…And more terrified!

But now it was time to finish exposing his innocent confessions…Because now that information was going to be used against him…..!

His answers back then were so nicely detailed! The current day crowd watching KNEW he was about to he tickled to bits using his own voluntary confessions!








I began recounting the ticklish map of his feet, using his exact words from the text!

“So it goes like this….” Dylan had reported. “ Area 5 is the worst, then 2, 3, 1…and spots 8 and 9 are up there as well….”

Some members of the crowd spoke out!

“We won’t remember all that!”

“Yeah, we can’t all see his feet getting tickled!” (With the number of spectators surrounding him, that was true!)

James offered a solution….”Just use photo sharing on your phone and send the pic of his foot map to whoever wants it!”

“Great idea, James!” Smiled Amy!

Poor Dylan looked as though he wished he was ANYWHERE else on the planet!

“Guys! GUYS!!!” The tickle toy blurted out! “C’Mon! C’MON!!!!”
His face was FRANTIC with embarrassment!

The crowd gleefully cheered the idea! I sent the photo out via bluetooth, and soon everyone who wanted to follow along as the girls tickled Dylan’s feet had all the information they needed! Thank goodness for modern technology!

To repeat for the readers…Each area of the sole and toes on the map had a corresponding number:
5 was the fleshy part of his sole, just below the three middle toes…
2 was the three middle toes, both pads and underside (stems) of the digits…
3 was his big toe!
1 was his little toe….
8 was the center of his arch..
9 was the inside edge of his arch…

James captured the image first!
“OMG!” He chuckled. “You’re so gonna get it!”

Our innocent tickle toy just whimpered in tickle anguish….

Amy smiled. “We won’t even have to find his spots!” She said with glee!

Natalie murmured, “I know…right?” She grinned at his total helplessness!

Dylan’s face turned a new shade of red as he wailed in mental agony!
“OMG! Guys! PLEEEASE!”

The embarrassment on his face was so obvious and would make him even more hyper responsive to the extensive tickling session that was about to start!

Start they did!!!

The holders straddling his lower limbs knew the best way trap his legs using their legs and body weight! Another advantage of using the athletic field as the location for the session was the softness of the ground! A boy could be held down, stretched over a pad to open up his tummy, hips and torso, and they would experience no discomfort because of the grass field!

Amy placed her nails on the back edges of our friend’s heels…
Dylan, now supremely embarrassed, already stressed from the earlier tickling, was already panicking from her touch! He had chatted with us enough to know how Amy always started her tour of a poor boy’s soles! Dman began asking for mercy the second the fresh faced Amy readied her fingers!

“NO! AMY! PLEASE! NOT—“ The poor boy’s protests were cut short as Amy raked her nails upwards along his sensitive soles!

His shriek of ticklish agony was music to our ears!

“EEYAAHH-HAA-HAAA!” The athlete squealed!

Even held as securely as he was…The boy still managed to reverberate his torso and hips in a reflexive effort to break our concentration…and the hold on his feet!

The expert foot tickler raked up and down his soles a few times, relishing Dman’s shrieks of laughter and the reflexive wiggling of his feet!



Next, the sweet faced Amy began scribbling her nails up and down the tormented boy’s soles, traveling from the flesh just below his toes and going down to the pad of his heels! This new pattern elicited shrieks from Dylan’s lips, but quickly he dissolved into a half gurgling half giggling stream of lower pitched laughter!
Amy’s next move was to scribble her talented nails in the center of the boys arches…making a circular pattern at first and then going back and forth in the depression made by his runner’s sole!

The tickling of his arches made poor Dman react STRONGLY! With his limbs and body secured, and the foot holders now tightening their grip on the body of his foot, our athletic tickle toy SCREAMED in ticklish agony!

Suddenly, he made a gargling, gurgling noise of “AHHHHHAAAA! WAHHHHAAAA! OH MY GAAAA HAA HAAAAA!”

His head thrashed around from side to side, then shot up as his body and mind demanded him to do so!

That helpless reflexive response to extreme tickling is a joy to behold! It’s simple biology and psychology mixed into one! With only his head able to move much at all, and now under the duress of the girls’ extreme tickling, Dylan’s entire mind and body DEMANDED he try to make eye contact and plea for mercy!

Many of the boys we tickled didn’t know how profoundly ticklish they really were, and the extreme extent to which Natalie and the group would torture them! They were clueless about how intense it would become and how NOTHING they could do or say would stop the tickling!

Dylan was sweetly, and innocently in between! Even though he had not been properly tickled until today, he KNEW from our chats and hours of texting how intense the experience would be if one were tickled by Natalie and her friends…He also knew about the usual methods used and responses obtained because we discussed such things at length…Both Natalie and I both share a true LOVE of the whole process of tickling…Using it to create an extreme and intense experience for the ticklee….To illicit the most deep and intense responses!

But even knowing that, when the knowledgeable or the more inexperienced subject is tickled thoroughly, they will STILL be helpless and revert back to simple biological and psychological reactions! That includes me or any other person being tickled!

But here was our friend Dman! Now in the midst of his own tickle session ( one he had been wanting and had asked for) — Of course he was no different!

So the innocent boy simply thrashed his head forward, made eye contact, and pleaded for his ticklish life!

“NO! PLEASE! AMY! NATALIE!” He wailed as his eyes became huge and wide! He was gasping and panting, his mind obviously in a state of pure panic at his situation!

The brown haired girl had slid over to take one foot while Natalie stationed herself at the other! Amy didn’t need the map to tickle him, but set her phone down so she and Natalie could see the map on the screen! It would prove useful for the teasing they could perform using Dylan’s confessions against him!

Amy’s fingers and nails began scribbling and skittering on the #5 spot on his foot map—The fleshy area under his middle toes! The dark haired Natalie smiled and did the same with the foot trapped on her side!

Dman screamed like crazy! The arch tickling had primed his body and mind, and now the assault on this hyper sensitive spot was immediately too much!

Amy smiled as she worked, and asked Dylan a question…
“Where are we tickling you, Dylan?”

“My FEET!” Wailed the boy! Then he realized from our chats that they wanted a specific spot! “MY SOLES! UNER MY TOES!!!!” Dman screeched between episodes of helpless laughter! It wasn’t enough!

“What number, Dylan?” Natalie called out—Her fingertips and shorter nails continued the tickle torture!

“OMG! PLEEEASE!” Dylan pleaded! “I DUNNO! I DUNNO!—I CAN’T THINK!” He laughed hysterically with the fingers going on one of his worst spots!

“You better start guessing then!” Natalie stated. “Or we won’t go to the next one!”

“Wow!” I exclaimed! “Great idea!”

“OH MY GAAWWW—-HAAA—HOD!” Wailed Dylan! He was absolutely frantic from the overstimulation! His attempt at saying ‘OMG!’ In such a protracted way meant high levels of ticklishness had been achieved!!!

The two ticklers took the scribbling to a scrubbing action!

Dman spluttered and coughed and gagged on his own saliva a bit as he was torn between his helpless responses and trying to guess the number of the spot they were so diligently tickling!
“THREE! THREE!” Screamed our poor friend! He was really going nuts now!

When the tickling didn’t stop, he went to the next choice in his head!

“FIVE! FIVE!” The gasping guy screeched!

Amy said “That’s right!” Then she went to tickling just his big toe!

“TWO! TWO!” Dylan blurted out, hoping to get ahead of his teasers and stop the torture! He laughed crazily as his big toes were tickled!

Then the girls tickled the pads and bodies of his little toe and his middle toes!
Dman laughed and shrieked, but they didn’t make him name those spots!

Natalie did tickle his arches with her scribbling fingers! “What about HERE?” She grinned!

“8 and 9!!!!” Yelled her friend!

“Good boy!” Smiled Natalie!

Dylan just whimpered in anguish…

I saw what Amy was pulling out of her tickle ‘tool’ bag…..

“It looks like the good boy is going to get a treat!” I chuckled.

Knowing the girls’ methods and by the look of glee on my face, Dman KNEW that comment couldn’t be good news for him!

“Ahhh Noooo!” The tickle toy groaned during the brief interval as his two tickler friends each picked up one of the tickle tools…But they kept them low and out of his sight! Being stretched out over the duffle, Dylan couldn’t see what was in store for his exposed feet

“Daryl….” Natalie grinned. “It’s time for the oil!”

“You bet!” I smiled wider, taking the bottle of coconut oil from Amy’s hand!

I unsnapped the hinged cap on the bottle and waited until the holders had Dylan’s feet secured and his toes bent back…Then I began drizzling the magic fluid all over Dylan’s soles and made sure to use my fingers to rub some of the oil on the underside of his toes and on the pads of each digit!

Dman had never experienced much tickling in his life—And none with having his skin oiled! But he knew from our chats that the oil would make any sensitivities much, much worse!

My athletic friend knew immediately what was going to happen next! The two experts were going to have a go at his oiled and now super sensitized feet with a tool from their ‘tickle kit’ ! His mind was racing and his face contorted with panic!

“Aw GEEEZE! AW GEEZE!” Gurgled Dylan! “I can’t believe this! SHIT! Guys! GUYS! PLEASE!”

It was so fun to hear our normally calm friend become so agitated from the mere thought of the tickling still to come! Dylan NEVER swore or used bad language in his daily life, so to hear him crack under the anticipation of the girls’ tickling was no small victory! It was a significant sign when a tickled boy loses their self control and can’t help but use any language to try to escape the inevitable!

At first he tensed up from just my touch as I applied the oil thoroughly! But then I could see our friend’s whole body sag in defeat as he realized NOTHING was going to prevent the next go around on his feet!

“What do you think is gonna happen, Dman?” I smiled. I just couldn’t resist increasing his mental mayhem with a bit of verbal teasing!

“I hate you……”. My friend murmured in a low voice! Another psychological victory for we his ticklers !!!

I cherished his demise…

He quieted down…He did NOT want to say what he KNEW was next!

Amy was ready ….”C’Mon, Dylan….tell us what you think!”

The boy was so torn!!! His eyes and face were frantic with anticipation of the tool he KNEW they always used at this point! He HATED the idea of saying its name—But was also unnerved by the possibility that if he didn’t play along, the two would be even MORE torturous than usual!!!!!

“AWWWW CRAP!!!!” Dylan blurted out! “You’re gonna use the hair——AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”

The athlete shrieked in ticklish agony as the hairbrushes were applied to his sensitive soles!!!!!

I am SURE Amy and Natalie relished his expressions leading up to the use of the hairbrushes (Of course, I did as well)….But it was NOTHING like the bug eyed look of SHOCK and TERROR as those flexible bristles hit his flesh!

It takes a special hairbrush for proper tickling—One with medium stiff individual bristles, like thin posts….With each post topped with a silicone ball for scalp massage in its intended use! These characteristics make the hairbrush a perfect tool for tickling, as the flexibility lets the bristles flex as they deliver the intense sensations to the sensitive flesh! The coconut oil I applied is also a necessary addition to keep the friction at a low point so the ticklishness is delivered without painful sensations!

The result of the proper methods was immediately borne out with the sights and sounds of our friend losing his mind as the hairbrushes were applied to his feet!

Seeing our friend Dylan as his new role of tickLEE almost made me dizzy! I had endured this same tickle torture months ago…And seeing his responses just set my mind on fire recalling the intensity of oiled feet and the use of the hairbrushes!

Amy and Natalie were experts at their chosen craft! They helped hold the body of the foot by reaching around the top instep area while the holders on each limb pressed the boy’s digits back! This opened up that underside of the tickle toy’s toes…And the girls could brush back and forth along those sensitive ‘stems’ of his toes! In seconds they had Dman in a frenzied state of barely coherent ticklishness!!

“AW CRAP! AW JEEEZE!” Babbled the athlete! “BWWAAHHHAAAHAAAA!”
“EEYAHHAHAHAHA!”
Then it was a cacophony of laughter, snickering, coughs and gasps in response to their relentless use of the hairbrushes!

Dylan’s face was in a state of combined shock and hysteria! It was obvious he had NEVER been tickled so thoroughly before in his life!

Using hairbrushes takes some knowledge and skill! You must use some type of oil to lubricate the skin. If the pressure is too soft, there is not enough sensation delivered to the flesh! Too hard and the tickling becomes uncomfortable and more of a distraction to the Lee! Those girls knew the PERFECT amount of pressure to use with the silicone bristles to create the best reactions on his oiled flesh!

And create reactions is exactly what Amy and Natalie did! The bristles were rubbed back and forth on Dman’s heels but quickly moved to his arches to obtain better responses!

The boy screamed in laughter, and the girls made their way up to the top most edges of the fleshy part of his soles…Right below his three most middle toes!
Dylan wailed with earnest as the bristles scribbled back and forth on his feet!

Soon the girls shifted the bristles so they reached the underside of each digit in the his row of toes!
I know from my own tickle session how BAD that spot is…but again it was Dylan being tortured, not me!

Just like I had done before him, Dylan shrieked and hollered and tried everything to move his foot, and wiggle his toes to escape those tormenting bristles—The tiny balls on the tips were so effective at getting into the small spaces—And it just sends enormous ticklish sensations right to a boy’s already overstimulated brain!

Dman raised his head up, but couldn’t last long before it flopped back down to the grass! His shrieking and hollering abated as he began to take deeper breaths, and a familiar sound came from his mouth!

In all the commotion of the raucous and extreme foot tickling, Dylan had been drooling a bit! Flat on his back, his pelvis propped up skyward and held down firmly on all four limbs, he began to make a familiar gurgling sound from his saliva collecting in his throat!

Now, the saliva is not a danger, as the amount is just enough extra to cover the inside of your throat! Tickled subjects are able to clear their throats by the reflexive swallowing that always occurs!

However, the gurgling makes the tickle toy’s voice a bit deeper, so their shrieking and pleading have a more ‘serious’ tone! A more ‘agonized’ sound from the hyper stimulation!

Hearing this change in his voice caused the expert ticklers to decide to change tactics!

“What do ya think, Nat?” Amy asked her friend with glee!

“Ye ye…” The dark haired tickler grinned. “Let’s do it!”

They halted the torment from the brushes!

Dman wailed in deep and sincere thankfulness!

“OMG! THANK YOU!” The boy bleated. “I-I-“ He was cut short by James!

“They aren’t finished, Dman!” The rib specialist stated.

It was true! The brushes were switched out for a set of tickling tools that are considered the most effective for creating meltdowns in the subject! But Dylan couldn’t see them! The girls each slipped on a pair of pet grooming gloves…The kind that has silicone nubs on the surfaces of the fingers but also the palms!

“More oil, please…” Amy asked nicely.

As I applied more of the lubricant to the boy’s already sensitized feet and toes, he babbled for mercy! I made sure to really put a lot of oil on his helpless feet for just this part of the session!

“Guys! PLEASE!” He was looking INCREDIBLY frantic now! “You already—OH GOD—What—?—” Natalie interrupted him this time by holding up one gloved hand—-Right before BOTH girls started in on his helpless feet with the most effective foot tickling tool ever dreamed up in the hearts of ticklers everywhere!

The two talented ticklers simply began using those groomer gloves to massage Dman’s feet! It required little pressure at all really—They let the silicone nubs slipping and sliding over his well oiled flesh to do all the work!
Each girl having a pair of gloves meant that they could cover his entire foot at once with the most intense tickling sensations he had EVER felt! One gloved hand could massage the heel and arch, while the other could work onto the ball of the foot, the flesh of his sole just below the toes, and the toes and undersides of the digits themselves! All at once! Like a nuclear explosion of extreme tickling happening on both his feet at once!!!

The reflexive movements of his feet were prevented by the group members securing his lower legs! Any movement of his toes simply added to his torment because the fingers of the groomer gloves could slide into every crevice and fold on the underside of his toes!

Dylan SCREAMED in the highest degree of ticklish agony yet! But what made us all satisfied were the continuing sights and sounds of his ticklish demise!
The boy’s head lurched forward as his wailing continued, then fell back on the grass again! This time, his gurgling became deeper and his vocalizations were more intense than before!!!!

“GAAAH—HAAAWD!” Burbled from his wet throat!

Each girl was now slathering their gloved hands all over his lubricated feet—There was no square millimeter of sensitive flesh left alone! Natalie and Amy worked the tickle toy’s ticklish feet like they were potters molding clay for a masterpiece!

Being their masterpiece came at Dylan’s expense! Natalie worked her fingers over his #5 spot just under the base of his toes…Increasing the pressure from her talented digits just a bit more! I’m sure Amy did the same as the two loved mimicking each other’s moves when they had a boy in the throes of ticklish distress!

“AAAAIEEEEE!!!!” Screeched the tormented tickle toy! “NOT THERE! NOT THERE!”

Amy smiled at her subject’s agony….”You mean…HERE?” She asked, working her gloved fingers into the worst under the toe spots!

Natalie did the same!

“ARRRRRGHHH!!!” Grunted Dylan, his head thrashing side to side! Then it was “UUUUUGHHHHHHH!” As his whole body tensed and he blurted out…
“FUCK! FUCK!FUCK!” Each bad word punctuated by his head bobbing back against the soft grass!

The girls did not stop! They simply kept tickling his feet, their eyes and minds focused on his sensitive peds that they had under their total control …Total and unmerciful control!

“PUH-PUH-LEEE-EEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEESSSSE!!!!!!!” Was the stuttering, stammering plea for mercy that we heard from Dylan’s mouth!

My GOD! The boy looked like he was about to to explode! His eyes were bigger than I had ever seen any of the previous tickled boys! But I couldn’t help adding to his scrambled mind!

“PLEASE?” I chuckled. “You asked for this! Remember? You WANTED this!”

“NOOO-HO!” Dman gurgled…That sound was so sweet in its deep and thorough helplessness! “Not like this—Not like THIS!!!”

“Like what?” Natalie smiled. She tickled those horrifically sensitive under the toe areas! Profound ticklers know that to achieve maximal ticklishness, you have to stay on a spot that is driving your tickle toy insane!

Our athletic friend’s response to Natalie’s question was just to wail helplessly at the continued torture of his foot by his two ticklers!

“AH HO HO Ho ho ho! AH HO! Ho ho ho ho…” Was the sound of Dman’s voice—The early part of his phrase was high pitched but quickly dissolved into the deeper, gurgling tone of utter and helpless defeat!

As profound ticklers, we LOVED hearing that special tone and inflection in Dylan’s voice! It meant that he was well on his way to a meltdown from all the tickling we had performed!

Natalie and Amy just kept up massaging the boy’s feet with their gloves hands!
Periodically I would dribble more coconut oil onto our friend’s feet to keep his skin well lubricated….But occasionally the girls would ask for more oil when felt the beginning of increased friction occurring!

Whenever Dylan heard them ask, or felt me adding more oil to the girls’ ticklish ‘playground’, the boy’s noises seem to happen at a higher pitch when the gloves continued….And he despised the oil going on his feet!

“YIIIII !” He would whimper with each touch after his silly flesh had been refreshed! Then he confessed to his hatred of the slippery substance!
“D! PLEEEASE!” He whined. “NO more oil! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE IT!”

“Sure you can!” I offered. “It’s just tickling, Dman!”

“NO! I CAN’T! GOD! PLEASE! I CANT! ICAN’T!”

Amy grinned! “You WANTED this, Dylan!”

"Yea…Asking for MONTHS!” Natalie chimed in!

The look on Dman’s face was pure and total embarrassment as his secret desire to be tickle tortured came out for the audience to hear…AND to see!

Both girls were still going on with the gloves, but found a new tactic!
Dylan was very sensitive to the gloves slathering over the balls of his feet…But the two ticklers found a new way to add to his torture! First, a tickler would slather her hands over his sole and arch, then work in a circular pattern on the ball of his foot—Clockwise for a bit…But then she would reverse the pattern and move her gloved hand in a counter-clockwise fashion!

Each change in direction of the tickling pattern was like a NEW onset of tickles to his poor body and brain! And each change caused a verbal response of something—A yelp, a whine, a whimper, a muffled shriek! There were some weak attempts at begging, but he now had to conserve his energy and his breath for laughter!

I totally understood Dylan’ plight and the utmost agony he was enduring, because I had experienced it as well at the hands and fingers of this group! Some might think I should feel sorry for him, but our friend really did plead for a session!
Now he was getting the full tickling experience that he knew Natalie and Amy and the group could deliver! And frankly, once he was stretched out and immobilized, there was no way he was getting out of our clutches without a sustained tickling—The sight of his helpless and bared flesh was simply too irresistible to our tickling fixation! And here we all were…..

The girls kept on with the silicone rubbed gloves, massaging the Dman’s oil soaked feet with steady precison…With no let-up! The poor boy’s voice was getting weaker—His laughter more sporadic! An inexperienced member of the audience might think he was running out of laughter, his ticklishness abating—But no….

Amy and Natalie and the group knew that as much tickling as their toy had endured, he could actually go more! The experts KNEW that a steady stream of relentless tickling would always bring out more laughter from the boy’s core!
The state of Dylan’s ticklishness was not going to end as long as their fingers could keep going! So every so often a new set of laughter or squealing would occur, just to illustrate their point!


Eventually though, the gurgling language of tickle-gibberish and muted shrieks was becoming weaker….Dylan could only lay with his mouth hanging open, panting for air in silent laughter…His eyes glazed over as he was melting down from the tickling of his feet!

But the girls didn’t stop!

Next we heard light sobbing coming from Dylan’s mouth, as he was lost for words except for the crying…

The girls kept tickling…

True as I said, Dylan’s core still had a bit of laughter left! It was short bursts of helpless giggles and half moans of anguish…all due to the nonstop rollercoaster ride of tickling that the girls had put his through!

A few little sobs were heard…The girls slowed their tortures of his feet.

The boy laid there, his eyes glazed over from the adrenaline and endorphin chemical mix happening in his body and brain…

Natalie murmured…”How were the gloves, Dman?”

The boy shuddered at the mention of them! “OGOD O JEEEZE!”
He panted anew. “I can’t ! I CAN”T!”

"Yeah we know …" Grinned Amy….She was shifting her position!
So was Natalie….The gloves were put aside…

Each of the expert ticklers had their eyes on the next target…

Dylan could only lay there…Barely able to think…the sensations of the gloves barely dissipating from his body and mind…

Hannah was one of the holders on his arms. She leaned close to him and murmured, “Dylan…You know… They aren’t finished yet….”

Dman’s eyes widened yet again!



With his body stretched out perfectly, his hips raised up on the small soft duffle, our athlete friend’s torso was tilted down a bit. Even if Dylan could have kept his head leaned forward, he would NOT have been able to to see exactly what was coming next!

Amy and Natalie had surrendered their positions at his tortured feet, and were now each on the sides near his hip joints at the tops of his thighs. His legs and arms were still held down VERY securely to the soft grass! His breathing had been fast during the feet tickling, and was not yet back to normal, but the anticipation was making his chest rise and fall a bit faster every second!

If this had been the start of it all, he would probably be racking his brain to try to remember how the group and the two girls always progressed in these sessions!
But now, still recovering from the initial tummy and hip AND feet tickling tortures, the poor guy’s mind was still scrambled —still half frenzied from the unexpectedly high intensity of the groomer gloves tickling his sensitive feet!

The new blonde of the all girl trio who was now part of our audience saw the two expert ticklers leaning over, their faces VERY close to Dylan’s V-Line or hip hollows!

“Wh-What are they doing?” Asked the spectator girl.

“Just watch,” I murmured. “You’ll see…”

Others around our restrained friend were also commenting..

“Geeze,” One voice said. “They’re gonna WRECK him big time!”
James smiled at Dylan…This is gonna tickle soooo BAD!”

I don’t know if Dman was responding to the girl’s question, my answer, or the comments from the rest of the crowd….But his face turned again into an expression of terror!

“What? WHAT?” He panicked! “PLEASE DON”T! PLEASE DON’T!”

Dman couldn’t see, but Natalie and Amy curled their lips over their teeth to protect the boy’s soft skin from any sharpness. Then they leaned over and downward — Their mouths forming open circles as they pressed down onto the lowest safe-for work spots on his V-Lines.. hip hollows….or groin creases!

Whatever you call the starting point…Those ‘hip hollows’ or V Lines from down low to the hip bones themselves are INCREDIBLY soft, sensitive and ticklish areas on anyone!

Earlier, Dylan had been tickled there with Natalie’s torturously slow tracing fingers and thumbs! He KNEW THEY were finished with his feet, and from our chats he also knew the usual next step! He was frayed at this point, both physically and mentally! The toy was on a razor’s edge at this point…Ready for any tickler who happened along to take advantage of his hyper sensitized body

The two experts pressed onto their target flesh…And began moving there lips and teeth in a muffled biting, chomping, gnawing action!

“Nyom! Nyom! NYOM!” Each girl began mouthing his so sensitive hip hollows!

The sound that came from Dylan’s mouth was mixture of a long, moaning wail ! It was unlike any other noise that was made during a tickling of any other body part!
It was truly a unique sound of his spirit leaving his body in a fit of total despair, defeat and sincere anguish….!

A bit high pitched at first, the sound quickly deepened into a guttural, gurgling noise…

“EEEEeeeeeee..HOWWWWWWW UH! UH! UH!” The tickle toy babbled….
It was SOOO obvious their mouths were wreaking new batches of havoc in the boy’s mind AND body!
Dman couldn’t help it…He couldn’t control it! His helpless response to Amy and Natalie was as if they were reaching inside his core and wringing his ticklish soul right out of his body!

The only thing Dylan wanted at that point was to get those murmuring, mouthing lips OFF of his ticklish body!!! His mind was a mass of quivering jello at that point! There was NO coherent thinking — Only reaction to the nomming motions on his hip hollows!

Then we saw it!

Even though he was held firmly, we could definitely see his whole body TRYING everything in its power to bring forth a JOLT! A jolt—Essentially a whole body spasm that MIGHT break contact with his tickle torturers! A JOLT that DESPERATELY wanted to come out! A JOLT that NEEDED BADLY to come out! A JOLT that HAD to come out!!!!

But no…….Dylan couldn’t move enough for any of that!

But he did keeping wailing….And moaning….And some sort of low, choking gurgle of laughter because he could NOT hold it off an longer!

Like with his tortured feet, Dman was flat on his back…His own saliva making his voice deepen in a tone that all ticklers everywhere have come to know —AND LOVE!

As the two young women traveled up along his hip hollows, they continued the familiar noises of their mouth action against his ticklish flesh! The suppressed jolt became a series of smaller spasms and quivers in his flesh, and Natalie and Amy used their talented lips to feel those minute details and follow them as they rippled through and across his tummy! The girls wound up playing a game of ‘chase’….moving their tickling mouths from one sensitive spot to another! But in addition to using their mouths, the girls could now place their fingers on the boy’s tummy and hips and feel for the more obvious spasms and quakes….Tickling in the spaces and places that their mouths WEREN’T!

Each young woman performing a triad of tickling…Two mouths, four sets of fingers all seeking hypersensitive spots of ticklishness!

Dylan shrieked and howled at his new combination of sensations! OMG! WHEN would they TIRE of this!!!!??? “Ggghggghgh !” He responded as the two slowly and deliberately made their way upwards through his hip hollows!

When he COULD crane his head forward for a brief peek, the Dman could see more of each girl’s profile coming into view! OH GOD! They were both coming up toward his hip bones!!! The athlete KNEW intuitively how much THAT would tickle! He started to mount a verbal protest with a bit of air he had sucked in for reserve, but———

“AAAIIIIEEE HEEE HEEEEE HEEE HEEEEEEEEE!” Dylan scream-laughed in total hysteria as the two were now mouthing the flesh right below the projections that were the bones themselves!!!

They had reached the incredibly sensitive and supremely ticklish hip pocket areas on each side of his pelvis!

“OHNO!OHNO!OHNO!OHNOOOOOO!!!!!” Hollered poor Dylan! His agony was REAL!

The new girls in the group looked astonished!

“OMG! I can’t believe they’re tickling him like this!” Said the blonde.
“He REALLY can’t TAKE this!” Blurted the redhead!
The dark haired girl just covered her mouth with her hands in astonishment!

“It’s tough, for sure…” I grinned. “But everyone TAKES it!”

“Yeah! Remember—He wanted it!” James smiled. “Didn’t you, Dman?”

The poor tickle toy was frantic and not really able to concentrate on the words
around him at this point!

“NO! NOT— “ The athletic babbled. Then Dylan fell into a mash of tickle gibberish once more….Because Natalie and Amy were making a whole project out of the boy’s hip bones!

The two had reached the bony projections of each hip bone and mouthed them with great delight! Their lips nuzzled and worked on the thin skin stretched over the bones! Dman’s pelvis was quaking and quivering and he looked to be half going into a state of frozen shock! It had been obvious for awhile now, but the tickle toy had severely underestimated how deeply his body and mind would respond and how much this was going to tickle!

A couple of the holders couldn’t let him forget, and questioned him despite his look of ticklish despair!

Taylor said “How’s their tickling Dman?”
Hannah smiled. “Is it really that bad, Dylan?”

The held down athlete could only wail and groan and gurgle and make nearly incoherent noises at this point! His head kept tossing from side to side, as if he thought someone new would come into the picture and he needed to watch for them.

The girls’ gnawed and nibbled at his hip bones proper and I thought he might actually pass out after the new sounds of a whimpering wail that escaped his lips!
The talented ticklers performed one really intense move on those bones when they surrounded them with their open mouths, pressed down on them, and while ‘biting’ gently, seemed to ‘wiggle’ the bone with their tightened lips and a small shake of their heads!

It’s difficult to describe but Dylan gave out another high pitched gurgling from THAT mouthing maneuver! The quality of the noises from his lips sounded different—A truly hopeless moaning wail that came from the depths of his ticklish core! Dylan’s face was looking sweaty, his eyes glazed from the constant over stimulation and well past forming coherent thoughts! By now, he had endured a LOT of tickling and still no end in sight!

As the girls moved farther along his body, Amy paused very briefly for a moment of air.

“Doing okay, Dylan?” She asked so sweetly. You would never know from her tone that she had been helping take her friend to such depths of ticklishness!

All the tickle toy could do was make a noise…. “EHH…AHH..Ooooooh….”
He obviously couldn’t form a thought, but responded reflexively…Somewhere in his tickle tortured mind he was worried that to say nothing would somehow bring on even more intense tickles! The athlete did realize his ticklish body was no longer his…and his mind maybe on its way to leaving as well!

At this point, I would have felt sorry for him but again..I had volunteered for this same treatment and ‘survived’ — And so would he!

The girls moved northward, following the dip and hollows on his upper tummy and abdominal area!

“Nyom! Nyom! Nyom!” Was the song each tickler sang as they found sensitive places in the vertical tummy dips in each side of his belly button! Their fingers spread out as well, searching for and tracing and teasing new spots of quivering flesh!

Many of the mouth movements were accompanied by little shrieks and groans as Dylan just could not stop responding to the new form of tickling! He kept doing the thing ticklee’s ALWAYS do—He kept glancing down at his teasers to see what they were doing!

Then the young women reached the lower borders of his very visible rib cage…
Each side of Dylan’s torso showed the skin stretching over his rib bones, and the girls wasted no time in beginning a true ‘gnawing’ action on the flesh covered bones! The poor runner still couldn’t help but yelp and moan in anguish as the two nibbled and gnawed and gummed the rows of his bones that protected the vulnerable parts of his torso! Each time lips went on his flesh, the girls were able to achieve some sort of new sound from his mouth and more stammering in his laughter! Their fingers continues to tease as well…scribbling all over his taut abdomen between and below his lower rib cage!

Finally the two girls came up for air for the last time…releasing his flesh from their relentless mouths!

Natalie wiped a tiny bit of saliva from the corner of her mouth as she looked at the frenzied Dylan.

“How was THAT tickling?” The dark haired tickler grinned, knowing fully how intense it really was…But wanting Dman to confess his feelings!

“AHHHH…OOOH!” The boy babbled. “I dunno..I dunno…”

“C’mon, Dylan….” Natalie urged. “How was it on your hips?”

The boy’s brain told him he’d better answer!

“It was BAD!” Dylan yelped! “ It tickled SO MUCH! OMG! Pleeease..!”

Natalie just smiled at his admission. We ALL knew there was more to do…

I unsnapped the cap on the bottle of coconut oil!

Dylan wailed anew from the sound of torments heading his way!

“GOD! NO! YOU TICKLED ME ENOUGH!” The boy protested! “Can’t we be done? PLEEEEASE!”

We knew we were not…And Dman did too, in his heart of ticklish hearts! But now he also knew his ticklishness was higher than he ever thought possible…And that we weren’t finished yet!

Yes! Now that the girls had mouth tickled Dylan’s body under dry conditions, it was time to tickle those areas again, but with the addition of coconut oil! Now they would have a slippery landscape with which to play…Slippery and much more sensitive!

I drizzled oil all over his torso, ribs, flanks, abdomen…Then his upper tummy and lower tummy…and some on his hip bones!

All while he whined…

“DARYL! C’MON!” Dman gulped as much air as he could! “I can’t…I CAN’T!”

Our friend looked panicked! He knew how the oil was going to make every bit of his flesh extra, EXTRA ticklish! But we thorough ticklers….We LOVE that look!

I smiled as Amy and I used our hands to spread the oil all over the boy’s body, making sure it covered everywhere….

One thing to remember about this stage of the session—Even though Amy and I were NOT going to be the main ticklers of his oiled tummy and hips, the mere spreading of the lubricant with our hands tickled immensely, all over the boy’s skin that was to become Natalie’s playground! Our actions super-sensitized those areas for the more intense tickling yet to come!

Natalie was watching, directing us to get more oil here and there…

As we spread the oil, comments were made about the reason behind its use!

“OMG!” Said one holder girl. “This is going to be so bad for him!”

James asked, “So have you chatted with Dman about how it feels with the oil?”
His smirk was unmistakably devious! He could barely wait to get his fingers on our tickle toy for the day!

“Yeah, we have…” I confided. Then I recounted our texts about the topic of oil in tickling:

Dylan and I had chatted about using coconut oil, but when I mentioned him using it for self tickling, he had admitted he had not been able to safely obtain some for use at home without arousing suspicion amongst his siblings and family….But he told me he had tried self tickling with soap and soapy water, and how it just wasn’t that much different!

“Aww CRAP!” Blurted Dylan. He knew he was heading for more ticklish destruction!

James showed his humorous side when he added onto the tickle toy’s comment!
“Yeah, soap IS crap when it comes to tickling!” James stated. “It doesn’t stay slippery nearly long enough!

“Like for hours?” Smiled Amy, as she kept spreading the magic substance on her side of the boy’s body…from low to high, tummy up to his rib cage!

Even if he thought that her ‘hours’ comment was an exaggeration, Dman KNEW from our conversations that the oil would make his sensitivity MUCH worse—And that time wouldn’t be as important as the increase in his ticklishness the oil would definitely cause!

I couldn’t help but add to our friend’s state of panic!

“Wow, Dman! Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I smiled with glee!
I know NATALIE is !”

I believe I heard the smallest little whimper come from the boy’s lips! His eyes were big and round and FRANTIC! I thought to myself…THAT is why you do that good tickle talk! His mind AND body were already sensitized for the physical actions that were eminent!!!

While we were spreading the oil, Natalie repositioned herself, straddling the boy’s upper thighs!

The minute we were finished, the sweet faced, dark haired tickler went to work!

As always, after the oil is applied, the character of the tickling motion changes…
On dry skin, the girl would be slowly grazing her fingers along his flesh—-But with the lubricant applied, now her fingertips and nails could make a gliding motion!

The difference might be seem slight! With the oil, there was now so little friction on the tickle toy’s playground of sensitive flesh… It was like the difference between sliding on an asphalt surface or an ice rink! On dry skin, she had to be slower and more careful, lest friction from the relentless tickling create any degree of discomfort (even though it may be that lighter touch)! Any bit of discomfort would detract from the actual tickling sensations!

On his now oily, shiny, slippery skin, Natalie’s talented fingers could move faster and steadier…Hardly needing to worry about friction at all!

To be sure, it wasn’t the speed of her fingers tickling—It was that now they were skimming so much more easily! She could move deftly and pass time and time again over his low tummy, crossing over that super sensitive line of flesh with many more passes within the same time frame! Besides the improved ease, she could add more pressure with her fingertips and nails than before!

For the uninitiated observer and any subject chosen (the LEE), THIS is when the realization of proper, thorough, and profound tickling hits both their body AND mind like a lightning bolt!

Grazing tickling on dry skin works because of the slow, relentless touch that keeps building the ticklishness second by second until the tickled boy is in sensory overload….

Oiled tickling makes the skin SO much more sensitive…The ticklish sensations created by fingers on slippery skin simply jump the gaps of the nerves SO fast and SO well that the tickle toy reaches sensory overload in SECONDS…milliseconds, more accurately!

The athlete under the group’s supervision had already endured some initial tickling and was SHOCKED at how ticklish he was and was shown to be…ESPECIALLY because the girls had bared his tummy (and low tummy) to the maximum SFW exposure! The first tickling of such usually unseen areas simply made a boy (or girl) MUCH more sensitive than they ever thought possible!

Now, Natalie was starting again, on the same bared flesh…But with the addition of oil to enhance his ticklishness!

The first touch of her fingertips and nails on his slippery low tummy sent totally unexpected sparks of ticklish electricity and energy right through the the skin and DEEP! Deep into his physical core and more importantly, deep into the core of his mind where true ticklishness resides!

It was like feeling someone bearing down with fingers and digging into your worst and most ticklish spot — But with OIL, it took so little pressure to achieve much more intense sensations! The deep and thorough ticklishness that Dylan felt was SHOCKING to his pitifully unprepared boy brain! The sliding fingers of his female tickler friend were immediately far too much! Whatever degree of ticklishness Dman THOUGHT he’d felt before was magnified by untold multiples from the oil on his flesh!!!!

I can say from my own experience at the group’s expertise that there is no way your mind is ready for the extreme sensory overload that oiled tickling brings to you!

Like anyone else, and everyone else….Dylan was in immediate and profound SHOCK at the intensity of the oiled tickling !!!!

He wailed a new symphony as Natalie’s fingers began their trek over his exposed bare flesh!

Just above the waistband of his pulled down athletic shorts, the boy’s low tummy muscles began quivering immediately! Wailing as I said, Dylan raised his head reflexively, trying to see what his personal tickler was DOING to him! But his head fell back against the grass after a scant few seconds of effort! If only the girl would have stopped her tickling right then and there….!

But she didn’t! Natalie just kept her talented fingers moving…constantly…Back and forth, back and forth…And once those spasms were created by her tickling actions…She just kept FOLLOWING them…ripples to her were like beacons or magnets for her talented fingers as she slid her nails and fingertips to chase the quivers of flesh!

There is not the slow buildup with the oiled tickling…The boy goes into ‘tickle shock’ quickly and deeply! The initial wail or whatever noise he makes becomes a series of spluttering and half coughing attempts to try to fend off the massive sensations! But those attempts are ALWAYS futile—The ticklishness is too much, especially during this second go-round!!!

What earlier responses may have required a minute or so on dry skin to accomplish were now only requiring seconds—SECONDS! Can you imagine the intensity of the tickling with oiled skin?

The girls of the new trio of friends were nearly in shock themselves!
They had seen a boy’s flesh exposed to the maximum allowed, and seen how Natalie, Amy and the group had tickled him already, and quite thoroughly!
They had even seen how the boy melted down from the tickling of his oiled feet!

But this was a whole new level of tickle torture! They watched as Natalie worked her tickling magic with her deft and talented fingers— Studying his quivering, immobilized, and helpless body as his ticklishness was exposed to an even greater level than before! Then going after each wave of muscle spasms as if missing one would be an unforgivable sin….And she was not ‘mean’ at all in her actions! Her eyes were gleaming in her innate joy of the pure and unfettered tickle torture she was so fortunate to deliver to this tickle toy…This tickle toy who just happened to be a friend!

The three girls looking on were absolutely transfixed by the sights and sounds of our friend Dylan! He dissolved before our very eyes…The whole audience quiet for a bit as we ALL were simply absorbed by the baring of his ticklish soul!

His face was a mess of dazed confusion (I know he was thinking HOW could I be SOOOO ticklish?!?!? )…Ticklish panic or terror (OMG!OMG!WHENWILLITEND?!?!? )….And a look of ticklish hysterical frenzy (FUCKFUCKFUCK!!! THISISNOTGONNAEND!!!!!!!!)

But yes —It keeps ON! Natalie has strong fingers! And now she was leaving the low tummy area and searching for more—-But not lifting her fingers from contact with his flesh! Oh no…Now that she’d started with the oil, she was NEVER going to break contact with the boy’s ticklish flesh!

I added that comment for the nearly overwhelmed girls as well as Dylan’s already overwhelmed mind! After all, he WANTED this tickling…As a friend, I needed to remind him occasionally….

“See….” I smiled. “She’s never gonna let up now!”

“Oh GOD!” Blurted the redhead! “Never?”

"Not until he’s tickled to BITS!” I said in a light hearted tone.

Then I spoke to my buddy…
“How’s it going, Dman?” I smiled. “Can you believe you asked for this?”

He could hear me, but his eyes weren’t focusing on my words! His eyes were as wide as I’d ever seen them, his breathing ragged as he could only respond with gurgling helpless laughs and sputters!

I saw our tickler girl begin sliding her fingers along his hip hollows…Starting in the low tummy area of the groin creases and smoothing her thumbs up along that super sensitive of flesh! The oiled skin would form a small roll or wave ahead of Natalie’s thumbs as she massage tickled right up through those valleys of ticklish delight!!

Some helplessly fun noises spilled out of Dylan’s mouth! My God he was wrecked mentally!!!

“Is Natalie doing a good job?” I teased. “Sorry..I know its hard to think right now!”

The tickle toy just gurgled and babbled some incoherent words—His ticklish mind was leaving his body….His eyes were not really able to focus!

UH! GUH! And a higher pitched YYYUUUH! Were his only successes in communication with his old friend! That and his sweet innocent eyes as he tried a pleading look, hoping for some degree of mercy from his expert and thorough teaser!

He did get a couple responses of ‘Awwwww…” from a couple of the holder girls, Emily and Sarah…and even one from Natalie….But she didn’t stop…!

Her fingers teased and slid up and down his ticklish groin creases and hip hollows…Making their way northward to the hip pockets! Her presses in those spots just below the bones themselves gave marvelous results of more sounds of tickle gibberish: One or two word offers and gargles of mindless reactions….I mean his confused words and giggling, gurgling laughter were all we heard for a bit!

“HENT! GARRK! HO! HEE!” Spluttered Dylan!

A girl standing close to Dman’s upper body watched him try to communicate!

“He can’t even speak any longer!” She reported.

“God, Natalie!” Said a guy in the audience! “You’re driving him crazy!”

The dark haired tickler was leaning forward, her fingers and thumbs taking turns pressing into those trembling valleys of ticklish flesh, each time her digits sliding forward to make the slippery skin wrinkle and ripple a bit ahead of the torturing digits!

“I know, right?” Said the tickler girl!

Even though she could speak while working, it was obvious she was concentrating on her motions and how his flesh was responding with each pass! It seemed she was playing a fine musical instrument—As her digits moved northward, each slide made his tone higher as she moved higher on the playground of his sensitive skin!
Whatever noises he made at her first touch in those hollows were at a higher pitch by the time she completed the trail up along his hip grooves!

Then, Natalie reached his hip bones!

Being the experienced helper that I am…I knew to make sure my friend had an unrelentingly slick playground to use! I unsnapped the cap on the oil and applied more to the bones and upper belly area! The boy was obviously overwhelmed by from ticklish distress, and I thought Dman might actually eke out a tear from just the addition of the oil !

Instead, as the oil was drizzled over his skin, all the poor tickle toy could do was add a weeping little whimper to the air!

“Thanks…” Murmured Natalie. Then she went on with her fingers and thumbs and began circling and teasing his hip bones in earnest!

She circled those bony prominences quite well, starting close to the base of his palpable hip bones, and working around and over them…Before widening the circles to spread her teasing touch in a wider area! Dylan’s eyes bugged out even more as Natalie’s fingers teased those palpable bones and the flesh around them!

Dylan couldn’t help himself from a cackling round of laugher..That sound that a LEE makes when their worst spot is landed on by the tickler!

The audience couldn’t help but chime in!

“Whoah, listen to the sounds he’s making!” Called out one observer!

“He’s a goner!” Said a second!

“How much can he take?” Asked a third!

“A LOT!” I smiled. "He has to..."

“Yeahhhh….” Said James!

The steady fingers and thumbs of Natalie were PURE tickle torturing by now!
Friend or not, Dylan had asked for this experience and he was definitely getting it!
He’d been in the frenzied hysterical state for quite some time now, and Natalie looked as intensely concentrating as when she first started!

The thing about profound tickle torture is you can just keep steadily working their spots or as in this case, a particularly bad spot, and a good tickler can keep getting more ticklishness and some type of laughter out of it—-Even when the LEE or the audience thinks its been too overworked! It hasn’t! The tickler can still get more laughter out of them even well past when the tickle toy or anyone else thinks they have none left!
At this advanced stage, are the tickler’s talented fingers extracting the boy’s ticklishness? Or are the skills of the tickler’s fingers ‘willing’ the ticklishness to keep going higher by infusing the boy’s body and psyche with tickling sensory overload? To be honest, the truth probably is some blend between the two!

Natalie now began a more vibrating style of tickling on the boy’s oily flesh!
With no friction on his hip bones and the smooth skin around them, the tickler girl could now use her stiffened fingers held tightly together and shimmy her fingertips into the sensitive folds around his bones, moving in a faster pace! Then she used her thumbs to add more pressure to the tickle-infused flesh! It was a deliberate game of switching digits to keep increasing the stimulation on his body AND mind!


Dylan’s face was showing it! His wide eyed look of helplessness as the sensations weren’t stopping…The inability to do anything but laugh, gurgle, and breathe—His laughter sounded more and more maniacal but spent! As though he was running out of laughter! Yeah…That’s the state of being poor Dylan was enjoying/enduring at the moment!

Free to move around, Amy leaned closer to Dman’s face! Taylor could lean over from her arm holding position and make eye contact with him as well!

Amy touched a bit of his hair, damp from his perspiration, and brushed it out of the way. “Aaaawww…” The sweet faced teaser murmured. “It’ll be alright, Dylan…”

Even though she kept pressure on his arm for immobilty, Taylor looked at him and comforted him as well. “You’re okay…Nat is almost—-Uh…She’ll be finished sometime soon!”

Dylan was stuck with his mouth open, gasping with silent laughter, needing all his air for breathing through Natalie’s extensive tickling!

But his eyes! His eyes responded with that reflexive look of pure innocence…He wanted the tickling to end…He NEEDED it to end…But in his powerlessness, all he could offer up was his eyes…His innocent little boy eyes that had never been tickled like this before…He had to make them understand how desperate he was because he had no words to come out of his melt down lips!

The tickler girl even joined in with a little murmur of solace….
“Aaaaawwww…Dylan your eyes are so sweet…”

Still, Natalie kept up—She was absolutely unrelenting in her steady and tireless tickling…like a tickling machine…Her fingers wanted to enjoy every last bit of Dylan’s ticklishness! Finally…finally came some blubbering from the Dman…And some light sobbing! His eyes were fixed and glazed with the look of his ‘meltdown face’….He was barely thinking…Simply responding to the long session of Natalie’s tickling of his oil hips! His facial expression became the familiar one that pulled at her ticklish soul…His meltdown face…

“How adorable….” Natalie murmured.
Amy smiled, “He is…..” She smoothed his hair once more.

The main tickler allowed him a brief respite…Letting his lungs take in more air.
Amy wiped away his little bit of tears with her fingers!

“How was it, Dylan?” Natalie asked.

“Ooohhhhhh, “ Was her friend’s low wail of surrender. “It tickled SOOO BAD…..You know how it was…”

“I do…..” Smiled our friend Natalie.

But now her fingers were creeping up along his sides above his hips…Her fingers probing into the soft flesh between the top of his pelvic bones and his rib cage!
“Fuck!” Blurted Dylan! “You’re finished! DON’T!—“

“Dylan….” His tickler friend said as began squeezing his side flesh a bit, those soft areas known as the ‘flanks’…!

“OH GOD!” The ticklish boy wailed anew!

“You know we have one more spot to do…” The tickler friend’s voice was not threatening, just reminding him!

Now jolted back to reality, Dylan saw James sliding closer to his torso!



“It’s my turn…” Said the taller, lanky guy! He was so good at his favorite spot, we called him the Rib Man!”

Dman’s brain immediately went into overdrive! From all of our texts and chats, his memory was coming back about the rib specialist and his incredibly intense methods!

James had a great extension with his long arms, and never needed to straddle a boy to reach the other side of his targets…And his targets were always the ribs!
Like Amy on the feet, and Natalie on the tummy and hips, James had developed an incredible skill for torturing his favorite tickle spot! He could search quickly, and once he found the most sensitive area of the ribcage it was 'tickle hell’ for the subject of the day!

Besides the actual tickling, James had his own methods that sent a tickled boy into mental hysteria! He used a tactic I can only describe as ‘close talking’ !

Once the Rib Man James would latch on to his chosen area of the rib cage, he would lean over and rest his chin against the shoulder of the boy and make comments about the tickle toy's certain ticklish demise in a low voice that was now very close to the guy’s ear!

That ‘close talking’ is a very mind altering technique to send a poor helpless LEE well on the road to panic and hysteria! By the time James had his turn, the tickled boy KNEW how bad the tickling HAD been and how intense the tickling of his ribs COULD be! But of course, even KNOWING all that did not prepare them either mentally or physically for the extreme tickling that James always delivered!

Imagine this: Held down helplessly and immobilized, your flesh bared from the low tummy on upward— That makes your ticklishness already higher than normal! You’ve been tickled to levels you never expected and never thought possible! Now the Rib Man is leaning over you, his fingers probing your oiled flesh, finding the soft grooves between the rib bones themselves! As his fingers begin their diabolical probing, you hear his voice near your shoulder, flooding your senses with low volume teases and ‘threats’..

“Are you ready for this?”
“Have you ever had your ribs massaged?”
“This is gonna tickle soooo bad…!”
“How can a GUY be so ticklish?”
“I’m gonna wreck you…”
“Sorry…This might make you cry….”

Dylan was already frantic and was about to hear those teases and taunts…But NOT before I had the opportunist to enlighten James and the audience about another little text exchange we had enjoyed…

Months earlier, while discussing the usual tickle session involving Natalie’s group, I had mentioned how James used this close talking method to set the tone for his part in the subject’s experience…

I was surprised by Dman’s response a few months ago, but to be fair it was when he was only wistfully hoping for a personal tickling session by the group….He knew at the time that it may never happen, so maybe that is why he so readily shared his feelings about the ‘close talking’…

We were texting about the group’s methods because I had used ‘close talking’ in my experiences as a tickLER! I just hadn’t used it with the regularity that James utilized…

I remember Dylan had been enthralled by that conversation, and a couple weeks later we were revisiting the topic again…when the athletic boy confessed…

Dylan had offered, “You know that talking thing? Where James gets in close to their ear?’

I remember thinking how his tone had not been of the expected fear or disdain…Like a normal person would want to avoid such an experience at all cost!

Oh no….Sweet innocent Dylan confessed…”That deal of having the tickler resting their chin on my shoulder? It’s kind of becoming a new dream of mine…”

“Really….?” I had responded.

And he had texted back with “Yeah…”

I recounted this to the rib specialist AND the crowd around Dylan…The comments were as one would expect!

“Aaaaawwwwggghhh!” Dman groaned in the agony of his private vulnerabilities being brought to light!

A couple members of the audience said…
“OMG! I can’t believe he wants this!”
“He must REALLY want this!”

I added some more oil to the boy’s torso and rib cage, spreading it out for the Rib Man! Dylan whimpered from my touch as the spreading of the oil tickled his skin! James just nodded towards me in recognition of my good deed, and smiled as he leaned into the tickle toy’s shoulder.

Because now, that is all Dylan was to the rib specialist — A sensitive boy at his mercy, his body oiled and ready for the rib tickling torture of his lifetime..

James began probing, and with his chin resting near the boy’s shoulder, he. Began speaking near his tickle toy’s ear….

“Are you ready for this?”

“This is gonna be extra bad for you….”

“I’m gonna tickle you nonstop…” That was not said as a mean warning…Just as a pure FACT!

“I KNOW this is gonna make you cry…”

And with that, James’ fingers probed thoroughly…Deeply…Wanting the boy’s ticklish soul….

The rib specialist had an incredible talent for his favorite spot! He would explore up and down the subject’s sides, in a very serious fashion, but it always seemed the area that drew James’ attention for maximal attention was the lower third of the rib cage! It was as if when he explored that last set of rungs of the ribcage ladder, his fingers found their true home…..

And with poor, overstimulated Dylan, the Rib Mans’ actions were the same!
James probed up and down Dman’s sides, but quickly his fingers settled in on the most sensitive lower rungs of our friend’s rib cage!

Unlike Natalie’s (and Amy’s) slower, methodical techniques, where they gradually reached the maximal levels of tickling and ticklishness…James simply went from an almost cursory exploration by his fingers and then settling in and clamping onto the boy’s rib cage between his strong hands and arms!

Once he was latched on to the lower third of Dman’s rib cage, James simply began tickling!!!

The look of utter SHOCK and extreme PANIC on Dylan’s face was IMMEDIATE and PROFOUND!!! His eyes went wide and it really did appear those expressive features might just pop right out of his head! That expression of pure tickle terror is so fun for ticklers to see! Its hard to say, but at the time it was almost BETTER seeing it in the face and eyes of a friend!!! A friend who had been WANTING this experience for months—And now was going to receive the full extent of tickle torture he sincerely wanted…Or thought he wanted…And thought he could endure! His sweet and pure innocence was going to make it such a fun experience for everyone to see..and hear…As the profound tickling was going to turn him into a helpless, adorable, and sobbing mess!

The profound tickling by Natalie and Amy had already shown our friend that he was much more ticklish than he could every imagine! But it seemed to us that James’ talents at rib tickling were simply another level of tickle torture! Even if Dylan KNEW he was already extremely, extremely ticklish….James would be able to draw out even more! Dylan would find out that no matter how ticklish he KNEW he was….James would find yet a higher degree of vulnerability and ticklishness! That realization started the second the Rib Man’s fingers found there home on Dman’s cage!

James rib torture was almost always the last step of the tickling process, and he always tickled until his hands were tired and the boy was tickled out….every bit of ticklishness drained from his core!

It all started with Dylan’s initial YELP in response to the fingers probing into the grooves between his lower rib bones!

His body was held immobile, but still he instinctively shuddered and squirmed as much as he could in a reflexive action to get away!!! His poor exposed body, slippery from the oil, had no chance against the experienced fingers of James!!!

After the yelp and his protruding eyeballs came an immediate and helpless wail of despair in response to that initial tickle attack on his ribs!

“AAAAHoooooooEEEEEHeeeeHoooo..knsytfpfbd af d ….” As the wail dissolved into a trail of tickle gibberish…The sounds of the tickle toy’s poor overloaded body AND mind!

Like the unplanned and helpless wail given when Dylan first felt the newness of mouth tickling by the girls, THIS wail illustrated how much more intense this rib tickling was going to be! There is rib tickling among friends or family…and rib tickling that is after your ticklish soul…And Dylan’s response showed he suddenly and surely KNEW the different level he was going to experience!!!

After the wail and some gibberish, all delivered by our friend’s wide open eyes and open mouth…He began laughing in a more seriously deeper tone! That special tone of cackling that ALWAYS comes from the tickle toy when put under maximum stress!

That laughing that shows deep ticklishness has already been achieved, but so much more to come! He became hopeless and helpless, knowing in his heart and mind that he truly was just a toy to be used by James for his tickling pleasure!

James had his chin resting near his toy’s head, but not facing him…always turned slightly away or into the boys arm and shoulder! But that allowed the Rib Man to deliver his special tickle teases in a low voice….

“OMG! Look at you….”
“What a state you’re in…”

These teases were profoundly effective at making sure the boy felt helpless and even embarrassed at his plight…Held down and his vulnerabilities exposed to not only his tickler, but the entire audience!

There were a few comments made after Dman’s whimpering gurgles of demise…

A girl said “He’s already a wreck…
A boy said, “God, I’m glad I’m not the one being tickled like that!”

James bore his fingers into Dylan’s grooves more firmly, and added some vibrations to the mix, tormenting both bones at once on either side of his digits!

Dylan’s pitch and tone of his laughter and garbling went up a notch with THAT method—And his eyes got even BIGGER!

James laughed as he enjoyed hearing his toy’s helpless responses! Then he added a bit more!

“Is this really tickling that bad?”

The rib specialist loved playing the ‘innocent game’ with his tickled boy toys! Acting as though he couldn’t understand their extreme responses just set their already overworked minds on fire!!!

Natalie and I had even told Dylan the methods that would be used by the group, by her and Amy, and even James! It didn’t matter! The athletic boy responded the way any person would—-how ANY boy would—When their extreme tickler is fully tormenting them but acting as if they haven’t a clue how intense the tickling really is for them!

Dylan tried to give a response between splutters and coughs and gurgling laughter, but he was not very effective! He couldn’t actually speak in the midst of his extreme, relentless tickling…which made James’ next comment even more terrifying!!

“You’re not seriously this ticklish, are you?” James said with a smile! More deft finger actions from the Rib Man electrified the poor boy’s body and mind!

Another round of deep cackling laughter from Dman’s lips!

“Come ON…”. Laughed the tormentor of ribs! “NO boy is THIS ticklish!” James’ voice was not threatening—His words had a tone of disbelief !!!

This bit of tickling and taunting is truly so profound! James’ comments made it sound as if he didn’t BELIEVE the tickle toy’s true sensitivity! If the tickler’s belief was that Dylan was NOT that ticklish, James would NEVER give up and NEVER stop tickling!!!! Those thoughts just RACE through the brain of a person who’s being extremely tickle tortured…Your brain demands you make the doubting tickler KNOW of your true ticklishness …Your NEED for it to stop!
But in your state of tickle torture, making coherent phrases or words is impossible!!!

Your brain is screaming and shaking inside your head with this conundrum! You’re obviously going insane from the tickling and yet your tickler doesn’t seem to know? Your entire being is screaming inside: OMGOMGOMGPLEASELETTHEMKNOWIHAVETOLETTHEMKNOW…and.. HOWCANIGETTHEMTOSTOPPLEASEGODMAKEITSTOP

That is the state of ticklish frenzy!

Frenzied is an intense state of ticklishness that if you could, you’d claw through walls of concrete to escape it! But you can’t!

You’d say ANTHING and promise EVERYTHING to make it stop! But this tickler wouldn’t listen! And even if he would, there was NO WAY Dylan could form coherent words to ask, to beg, or to plead! It was tickling and uncontrollable laughter and the nonsense gurgling of tickle gibberish…And breathing!

Tickled to the extreme, the athletic boy’s brain and body kept taking in more air only to spend it on the laughter and noises being coaxed from his body! To form complete sentences, he would have needed a true pause in the torture and his tickler wasn’t letting up on him!

Like every tickled boy before him, Dman’s mind couldn’t handle the sensory overload and couldn’t find a way out!

It was just wave after wave of unrelenting tickling causing helpless, maniacal laughter! Dylan KNEW he was out of control but couldn’t do a thing about it!

He scream-laughed at nearly every clamping, probing pressure that James applied to his poor helpless lower rib cage! Every time Dylan’s conscious mind thought that THIS bout of laughter HAD to be his last…James fingers, sure and talented, created another string of cackling, gurgling laughter from the body and mind that used to be Dylan’s but was now all HIS! The responses were all involuntary and coming from the non-thinking, automatic part of his brain!

“AAAIIIIIEEEEEHEEHEEHEE…” The long wailing screaming squeal of laughter followed by several semi-words gurgled out from his own saliva pooling in his throat. “HUUUH! GUUUH! AHH GAAAH! HO! AH! GO!”

Yes, by this time everyone knew—Including Dylan—That through James tickling prowess, he OWNED the boy’s body… mind….and ticklish soul….

Anyone tickled this thoroughly, this profoundly…. Becomes simply a mass of hyper sensitive, responsive, ticklish flesh under the control of the tickler’s fingers! You are reduced to only two things: Being tickled and your reactions! There is no way out and no way to stop it! You lose all track of time and reasoning power! At this point, you’re simply at the mercy of the tickler!

Your only reality is the active fingers of the tickle torturer and the helpless and involuntary responses from your body and mind!

Being held down with great immobility takes away many of your body’s automatic methods to relieve the overstimulation from the tickling! Your body tries to squirm and JOLT in a whole body spasm meant to dislodge those fingers…But you can’t!

Poor Dylan was at this point now! Tickled to absolute BITS! And James wasn’t stopping! His fingers just kept going on the oiled ribs, every motion tickled immensely and increased the level of ticklishness exposed! The poor athlete was now literally losing his mind…Losing it to the unyielding, unrelenting fingers clamping his rib cage…tickling him beyond all belief…Beyond all endurance!

James’ eyes were gleaming and his face was pure satisfaction at the boy’s reactions as he continued incessantly on those ribs!

Wave after wave of laughter and mindless babble came from Dylan’s mouth!

We ALL enjoyed watching and hearing the sights and sounds as the Rib Man finished the tickle torturing of our friend!

Unlike Dylan, we could see James’ hands and arms…We could watch his muscles tense as he readied himself for delivering another round of torturous rib tickling!

As spectators, we LOVED having that signal! We knew to listen for Dylan’s inevitable vocal outbursts before the disheveled boy even knew they were coming!
The tickler’s muscles tensing…The fingers massaging into the grooves….Then the helpless involuntary responses from our friend! All of us, including Amy and Natalie, were in our own little bit of heaven watching the master rib tickler work his talents on the Dman!

Every time James’ arms tensed and his fingers probed inward, the tickle toy emitted a higher pitched shriek of helpless laughter and babbling that quickly descended into the mush of incoherent gurgles!

“AHHHAAAAHHAAAAHAA! NUHH! OH! EEEK! GAUUUUUGHHA!”..to bouts of spitting out single attempted words… “Y—“ “NO!” AH MY GAAAAHHH”….
AR— HO! WHeee…”

Finally, Dylan’s constant laughter and tickle gibberish began to wind down…

Then the tickle toy’s voice got lower…trailing off….as if no more laughter could be summoned from the depths of his core…

All we heard now was a gasping, mouth open, wheezing in ‘silent laughter’…As the boy was running out of words…and now he was past the point of audible noises!

Then came the EYES! OMG! His innocent, PLEADING eyes….EYES that told the story of how much he never realized the ticklers would have in store for him…How much the tickling would truly overwhelm him….

Then that special look as tears welled up in those sweet expressive eyes….
The boy’s ‘meltdown look’….Dylan’s meltdown look….along with the crying that his tickler had promised!

James’ fingers were still going….but then began slacking off…as the Rib Man smiled with great pleasure at his accomplishments…

Amy and Natalie were both smiling in deep satisfaction!

Natalie sighed in contentment and appreciation….Absorbed by Dylan’s face and eyes…

“OMG! His look is so sweet…” Natalie paused. Her voice came back with a motherly tone…”He’s so adorable…”

Amy and others made similar comments about the boy’s ‘special look’…

Natalie and Amy began stroking his hair, his sweaty disheveled hair…

The sweet faced Amy murmured. “You’re alright, Dylan…We’re finished…”

The boy gave a little high pitched whimper, acknowledging her comment…

Dylan was sweetly sobbing, his ticklishness totally wrung from his body…

His eyes were glazed over and barely focusing even as the two ticklers comforted him…Little Sobs and whimpers were still spilling from his mouth…His body still made small shudders or twitches…still remembering and having ‘after shocks’ from the long and extreme tickling…The girls soothed him through it….

The holders began letting up on his limbs, and the pad was removed from under his hips! The body turned to his side and one of the holders covered him with a blanket….

The tickled out boy just kept murmuring…”OMG… OMG…I can’t believe it….I can’t believe it….”

“That we’re finished?” Smiled Amy.

“Uh Huh…” Spoke Dman. He just kept exhaling as a form of relief….

After a bit, Natalie smiled and asked “How was—“

Dylan interrupted, because he knew the questions were coming…
“It tickled SO SO BAD……!” He confessed.

“Did you love it?” Grinned Amy.

“I dunno…I dunno…So intense….” Mumbled Dylan, “Even after you stoped, my body wouldn’t quit shuddering! God, I just couldn’t help it ….” The poor guy seemed concerned about his body’s loss of control!

Amy touched his shoulder…”That happens….It’s just some.. ‘after tickles’….” She explained. “You’re body is just remembering….Everything….all over again!”

I chimed in for support. “It just means they tickled you really, really well!” I smiled.

“Okay….” The boy murmured weakly. It was obvious he was SPENT—Totally drained, emotionally and physically ! “I had no idea…..” He began…but his voice trailed off….

Natalie smiled and murmured…”We told you it would be this way….More ticklish than you ever thought possible…”

“Yeah…I know….” Murmured the boy. “And it WAS….”

“So…Do you hate us all…?” I asked.

“I guess not…I mean No!….No….” Dylan said. “Maybe in a couple of days I’ll feel back to normal….My body and mind are so confused!”

“Yeah, it’s different when you decide to have a thorough tickling session….” I said.

“You and Natalie kept telling me….” Dylan admitted. “It was just SO much more ticklish than I thought it would be….”

“I know…”. I said. “It was the same for me..”

The tickler looked at me. “Yeah we totally wrecked you….” Natalie smiled at her memory of my demise. Then she turned to Dman. “And we wrecked you, too! And you survived…After all, it’s only tickling….”

“Yeah….” Dylan groaned. “I DID survive….”

“Yeah…Yeah, you did…” I murmured.

James and the rest of the holders got up to leave, said their goodbyes, and the crowd dispersed for home!

The girls kept touching his head and shoulders until he fully recovered. The boy slipped his shirt back on and we then walked him home….


The End……..

 

[modestryan]

Loved it! Was Dylan stripped to his underwear? I was hoping he was wearing briefs

 

[aberdeen]

Loved it! Was Dylan stripped to his underwear? I was hoping he was wearing briefs

I wrote in the story that his athletic shorts were pulled down by Natalie to the lowest level to bare the most flesh of his low tummy, and still be SFW!

This is how the tickling experience really was for the actual subjects we illustrate in our collaborations. They were held down / restrained for max immobility, then their ticklish bodies exposed by a methodical 'baring of the flesh!" I didn't add details on underwear because pulling the outer wear down and exposing the low, low tummy was the goal....To have as much of a ticklish playground as possible...but without unnecessary nakedness! But the baring of the flesh did wonders for the Lee's embarrassment, feeling of helplessness...and their level of heightened sensitivity/ ticklishness!

FYI....I post these collaborations between natscott6282 and me because we have similar backgrounds of performing/enjoying SFW tickle torture!
The descriptions of tickling (both physical and psychological ) are true depictions of the methods we both used on our Lee's...
The exact setting of the scene / background of the tickling situation is where the fictional writing comes in...So we decided to post in the "Tickling Stories" section!

We collaborate bec our shared love of the tickling fixation, both in the physical methods used AND the incredibly important psychological aspects that as I say "primes the pump" or "senstizes the Lee" so by the time actual tickling touch is applied...They are already on edge mentally and much ticklishness has been achieved!

 

[milagros317]

Another fabulous story of profound tickling!
The meticulous, detailed descriptions are wonderful. 😀
If I had to pick a favorite passage, it would be this:

The athlete shrieked in ticklish agony as the hairbrushes were applied to his sensitive soles!!!!!

I am SURE Amy and Natalie relished his expressions leading up to the use of the hairbrushes (Of course, I did as well)….But it was NOTHING like the bug eyed look of SHOCK and TERROR as those flexible bristles hit his flesh!

It takes a special hairbrush for proper tickling—One with medium stiff individual bristles, like thin posts….With each post topped with a silicone ball for scalp massage in its intended use! These characteristics make the hairbrush a perfect tool for tickling, as the flexibility lets the bristles flex as they deliver the intense sensations to the sensitive flesh! The coconut oil I applied is also a necessary addition to keep the friction at a low point so the ticklishness is delivered without painful sensations!

The result of the proper methods was immediately borne out with the sights and sounds of our friend losing his mind as the hairbrushes were applied to his feet!

 

[aberdeen]

Another fabulous story of profound tickling!
The meticulous, detailed descriptions are wonderful. 😀
If I had to pick a favorite passage, it would be this:

Again, Thanks for your input! I love taking the knowledge and methods learned (from both natscott6282 and myself)....and turning our descriptive chats with each other into a detailed story for readers and lovers of the tickling fixation! It's only through those great descriptions that I can put a reader 'right there' -- either as the tickLER or the tickLEE.....
My friend natscott6282 is a true joy to collaborate with on our various stories about SFW tickle torture !

The hairbrushes are your favorite part...cool....😈 I would have thought the grooming gloves....😂

 

[milagros317]

The hairbrushes are your favorite part...cool....😈 I would have thought the grooming gloves....😂

I have experienced both on my soles and found them about equally effective when wielded by a Domme named Mistress Feral. She advertised tickle torture as one of her specialties and worked at the old Passive Arts dungeon in Los Angeles.

 

[aberdeen]

I have experienced both on my soles and found them about equally effective when wielded by a Domme named Mistress Feral. She advertised tickle torture as one of her specialties and worked at the old Passive Arts dungeon in Los Angeles.

something about the ease of the groomer gloves and how with so little effort, you can jsut use the same motions as if slathering oil on the feet and then w the gloves....the 'magic' happens ! ❤️😊😈

 

[milagros317]

something about the ease of the groomer gloves and how with so little effort, you can jsut use the same motions as if slathering oil on the feet and then w the gloves....the 'magic' happens ! ❤️😊😈

Ah, so the groomer gloves make it easier for the ler.
I was just describing how the feeling from both devices is about the same for the lee.

 

[aberdeen]

Ah, so the groomer gloves make it easier for the ler.
I was just describing how the feeling from both devices is about the same for the lee.

That is my opinion....bec the gloves you can just give a massage basically...if the toes are as far back or open as you want as the LEE....your fingers will still get into that under the toes area or the under body of the toe stems....wreaking ticklish havoc wherever they touch and you dont have to hold the toes back and with a brush you have to worry about too much pressure negating the tickle sensations ...not so with the gloves...those torturous silicone nubs jsut slip and slide on oiled feet and toes...and I like to add a bit to the gloves themselves....
I dont know for sure...but Im guessing with relentless massaging with the groomer gloves..you'll get a LEE to meltdown/breaking easier and faster....but ofc...you can just keep going

here is a clip address from Tumblr...this girl loves to be tickle tortured....this was the last of about 20-30 minutes of feet tickling with the groomer gloves
the LER is a well know safe but sadistic tickLER on Tumblr community
https://va.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_t2h6guADaA1u5yvf0.mp4

the clip wont upload even tho only 1:30 in time length. worth a look

 

[milagros317]

here is a clip address from Tumblr...this girl loves to be tickle tortured....this was the last of about 20-30 minutes of feet tickling with the groomer gloves
the LER is a well know safe but sadistic tickLER on Tumblr community
https://va.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_t2h6guADaA1u5yvf0.mp4

the clip wont upload even tho only 1:30 in time length. worth a look

One of the best foot tickling clips that I've ever seen!

 

[aberdeen]

One of the best foot tickling clips that I've ever seen!

she has a longer one posted I think ...her blog name is theminipotat goes by LUX...the longer one is incredible but I misplaced it ..have to go find it again

I have a DM to you but no hurry on answering (or even to answer at all) it's a bit separate than the usual tickling convo...about selling some other writing I do...but again...if you dont have time or desire to answer the DM just let me know...wont change a thing....no hard feelings...
thanks !
but also this girl lux has the most supreme helpless gurgling tickled voices Ive ever heard...the longer version is even better,,,,,

 

[fgarvin6969]

That is my opinion....bec the gloves you can just give a massage basically...if the toes are as far back or open as you want as the LEE....your fingers will still get into that under the toes area or the under body of the toe stems....wreaking ticklish havoc wherever they touch and you dont have to hold the toes back and with a brush you have to worry about too much pressure negating the tickle sensations ...not so with the gloves...those torturous silicone nubs jsut slip and slide on oiled feet and toes...and I like to add a bit to the gloves themselves....
I dont know for sure...but Im guessing with relentless massaging with the groomer gloves..you'll get a LEE to meltdown/breaking easier and faster....but ofc...you can just keep going

here is a clip address from Tumblr...this girl loves to be tickle tortured....this was the last of about 20-30 minutes of feet tickling with the groomer gloves
the LER is a well know safe but sadistic tickLER on Tumblr community
https://va.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_t2h6guADaA1u5yvf0.mp4

the clip wont upload even tho only 1:30 in time length. worth a look

Based on the videos I’ve seen with grooming gloves, they do seem as devastating or more so than brushes. That clip is amazing. Thank you.

 

[aberdeen]

Based on the videos I’ve seen with grooming gloves, they do seem as devastating or more so than brushes. That clip is amazing. Thank you.

what I like about it is taht is actual private sessions..not a production company...and this woman has the most mind melting gurgling laughter and begging ....
check out her blog theminipotat (Tumblr)

 

[natscott6282]

My friend natscott6282 is a true joy to collaborate with on our various stories about SFW tickle torture !

sooo good collaborating with u and I am so thankful u always reassure me about my rambling writings