Joe had been alone for a long time, and frustrated.
So, seeing as he had a lot of time on his hands, he spent it in his workshop, tinkering. His creative endeavors really paid off, this time.
And tonight, he was ready to test his invention: a bona fide tickling machine!!
He thought of everything, since he was going to be testing it alone.
All restraints had multiple releases, to ensure he wouldn't get trapped.
A keypad that he could feel, but not see, to control the machine.
A default timer, of one minute. and two hand grips, each with a deadman, that he could release to stop the machine.
He was ready
After he checked all the devices and restraints, he was satisfied that his creation was going to work. after he stripped down to his birthday suit, he lay face down on the bench, his balls dropping through the hole in the center. He placed his feet in the ankle cuffs,which locked automatically. He pressed the release button a few times, to make sure it would work. He then did the same with his wrists.
With his wrists restrained, he found the keypads and grabbed the handles, careful to not touch the deadmans, just yet. He took a few deep breaths, and slowly grabbed the deadmans....and nothing happened.
He was about to release the handles, when the bench started to vibrate, a little, as the machine powered up. The timer started to tick quietly, like a metronome of doom.
So, the machine was on, but nothing was happening...and then he felt it.
An ever so slight brush on his right foot. He yelped, as it caught him by surprise, and he jerked his foot. but he wasn't going anywhere. His finger grazed another button on the keypad, which caused a feather to trace the crack of his ass. "ahh ahh ahh" he moaned, as he twisted and started to giggle. Another button brought a pair of tooth brushes to his armpits. This elicited more struggling and maniacal laughter. He still held fast to the deadmans, seeming to enjoy his new toy.
Another button resulted in wide brush of feathers going over his back and grazing his sides. More laughter and snortling ensued.
He was really getting a workout, and aroused, when his thumb fell on another, larger button...and everything abruptly stopped. He lay there breathing heavily and sweating, as the last echos of erotic laughter left his throat.
He could feel his arousal dissipating, and then...he screamed!!
"AHH AHHH AHHH HAA HAA HAA HEE HEE OH OH OH..."
Two feathers, one on his balls, the other on his growing shaft, began to work their magic. Little rubber fingers began to massage his ribs. Joe was shaking, crying, laughing, and sweating all over again, as the self, timer dinged. He had survived his first solo session.
With no more energy to extricate himself, he passed out on the bench, and fell asleep, still in his restraints.
So, seeing as he had a lot of time on his hands, he spent it in his workshop, tinkering. His creative endeavors really paid off, this time.
And tonight, he was ready to test his invention: a bona fide tickling machine!!
He thought of everything, since he was going to be testing it alone.
All restraints had multiple releases, to ensure he wouldn't get trapped.
A keypad that he could feel, but not see, to control the machine.
A default timer, of one minute. and two hand grips, each with a deadman, that he could release to stop the machine.
He was ready
After he checked all the devices and restraints, he was satisfied that his creation was going to work. after he stripped down to his birthday suit, he lay face down on the bench, his balls dropping through the hole in the center. He placed his feet in the ankle cuffs,which locked automatically. He pressed the release button a few times, to make sure it would work. He then did the same with his wrists.
With his wrists restrained, he found the keypads and grabbed the handles, careful to not touch the deadmans, just yet. He took a few deep breaths, and slowly grabbed the deadmans....and nothing happened.
He was about to release the handles, when the bench started to vibrate, a little, as the machine powered up. The timer started to tick quietly, like a metronome of doom.
So, the machine was on, but nothing was happening...and then he felt it.
An ever so slight brush on his right foot. He yelped, as it caught him by surprise, and he jerked his foot. but he wasn't going anywhere. His finger grazed another button on the keypad, which caused a feather to trace the crack of his ass. "ahh ahh ahh" he moaned, as he twisted and started to giggle. Another button brought a pair of tooth brushes to his armpits. This elicited more struggling and maniacal laughter. He still held fast to the deadmans, seeming to enjoy his new toy.
Another button resulted in wide brush of feathers going over his back and grazing his sides. More laughter and snortling ensued.
He was really getting a workout, and aroused, when his thumb fell on another, larger button...and everything abruptly stopped. He lay there breathing heavily and sweating, as the last echos of erotic laughter left his throat.
He could feel his arousal dissipating, and then...he screamed!!
"AHH AHHH AHHH HAA HAA HAA HEE HEE OH OH OH..."
Two feathers, one on his balls, the other on his growing shaft, began to work their magic. Little rubber fingers began to massage his ribs. Joe was shaking, crying, laughing, and sweating all over again, as the self, timer dinged. He had survived his first solo session.
With no more energy to extricate himself, he passed out on the bench, and fell asleep, still in his restraints.
